The Sacrifices for Peace

Sorry for the length of time its taken me to update. I know its a sloppy and short chapter but bear with me please. I've been working 13 hour shifts AND weekends lately. I'm pooped.

I dedicate this Chapter to my Boyfriend and Alphabet Junkie, who both in their own way inspired it.

(this has been amended, this is Chapter 8 lord knows why i put it as chapter 12)

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Branwen awoke slowly to Jared kissing her bare back and neck, his hard penis probing her bottom. She kept her eyes closed just enjoying the closeness, the sensation of being held, loved and protected before dismissing the fairytale. She let her eyes open millimetre by millimetre. She slipped out a small smile and turned her face towards him, he kissed her lips softly.

“Good morning” he whispered against them.
“Good morning” she replied. He smiled and kissed her once more.
“I better get cleaned up, I have to get to work soon” he said softly, smoothing her hip longingly.

Branwen smiled softly and pushed the hair from his face, yes, she was aching here and there but she felt good, better than she’d been feeling for as long as she could remember.

The feelings she had for him were messy to say the least. Resentment, hurt and anger were rolled together in one messy mass but tangled in there was also hope, affection and the knowledge that he was not a bad man. He in truth was just as lost as she. Everything he done, he had tried to do to help her. Now she was taking the reins and helping him. She would not be a victim.

“Mind if I join you today?” She asked softly.

“I would never ever mind” He kissed her and stood “I’m going for a bath, do you want to join me?”

She smiled though inside she hesitated for a fraction of a second before throwing guilt aside and slipped out of bed.

“How could I turn down such an offer” she said in what she hoped was her best flirtatious voice.

He called the maids to ready a bath while they both picked out their outfits for the day. He had suggested she wear trousers under her skirts as they may go riding. Soon they found themselves staring at each other from the opposite end of the bath before slowly meeting somewhere in the middle. He began to wash her, his attentions caring yet exploratory as though he had uncovered skin he’d never seen before. She returned his caresses. She felt her body reacting to his touch even though there was nothing suggestive about it. The night before still fresh in her mind, she gently took his penis and began stroking it.

Jared gasped in surprise as his wife began stroking his penis. He leant his head down and kissed her softly, this kiss was soft encouraging and more affectionate than any he had given her previously. He sat let her continue, before finally stopping her to guide her onto his lap and finally guide himself into her. He began licking and sucking at her breasts and rubbing her clit as he guided her hips movement.

“Look at me” he asked as he felt her getting closer, her soft moans growing more desperate. She did so and that eye contact alone with the swift hard thrust he dealt her pushed her over the edge and she came with a soft cry that tipped him over the edge also.

They washed each other in silence. Though it was not love there was an affectionate bond and understanding that neither could explain nor successfully describe. She had to admit she was enjoying sex with her husband more and more.

Once they were dressed and fed he lead her to the court yard where he would practice his several different fighting stiles and sword techniques. Though Branwen had first assumed she would grow tired of this she found herself enthralled by the beauty and grace of the art and longed to learn.

“Teach me” she asked when Jarred took a seat.

“You sure Branwen?”

“Please?” she asked softly.

“Sure” he said bewildered yet completely taken by his beautiful, intelligent wife. She hugged her husband but in the distance they were watched by angry eyes.

“They were never supposed to get along”

“I am sorry”

“Do something about it or your head be it, They both like you so it should be easy for you to tear them apart now get out of my sight”

Branwen, whom was a dancer by nature, picked up the steps of battle fast. He started with basic punches and kicks before giving her a dagger.

Several hours later they lounged on the lawn eating lunch when Jarred had stood up suddenly “let’s go into the city.” He said.

Branwen who had wanted to see more of her new home jumped at the chance. After a wash and a change of clothing they were riding, with a mounted guard, into the city. Branwen, who now wanted to look in stores and try food, soon grew tired of the horses, so two of the guards were left behind with the horses.

As they walked Branwen saw a cage of wild wolf pups, their dead mothers skin strung beside them on a rack, the sight immediately distressed her. Wolves were highly thought of in her home county; in fact it was illegal to kill them.

When Jarred saw her distress he immediately set about buying the beasts, while Branwen looked on.

As she looked on; a mounted person sparked a little way away her attention and she immediately walked over to greet them. The guards and Jarred were far too busy dealing with the purchase and transport of the six wolf cubs to notice she had wandered off.

“Hello!” She said cheerfully “We were just talking about…”

Branwen never got to finish her sentence; a strong fist lashed out and caught her in the temple, knocking her out cold.

When Jarred heard galloping hooves he turned only to see a hooded figure gallop off with his unconscious wife.