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Dreg stretched out his calloused hand for Ilena to take which she took timidly and was led outside her carriage into the drenching rain.

The rest of the Sulcarn men seemed un-phased by the storm pelting down on them as they watch their king use his large body to cover his wife as they rushed into the cabin.

Ilena found herself leaning closer to Dreg’s warmer body for warmth as she shook violently from the cold. They follow the elderly lady to their room and thank her.

“My lady, we can prepare steaming water for your bath if you'd like?” the elderly woman suggests.

A smile stretched on her lips but she looked up to Dreg to know if it was okay for her to agree, he furrowed his brows but nodded.

Ilena smiled at the woman. “Yes please...T-thank you.”

The old lady smiled. “This way my lady.”

She showed her a wash room where there was a single bucket of steaming water and a thin white sleep wear placed for her.

“Miss, this sleepwear....” Ilena was confused to why she would give her such thin clothes.

The elderly woman flushed red. “Spending a night with a man like that is enough to warm you up.”

It was Ilena’s turn to flush red from that statement. She took her time to wash up, purposely wasting time to head back to the room but her steaming water had finished already and it was starting to feel chilly again.

She slipped on the thin white gown which revealed hints of her womanly curves. Embarrassed, she ran out of the wash room in a haste to prevent anyone from taking a good look at her.

Dreg could hear the light hurried steps of his wife and her fast beating heart which caused him to think something has gone wrong.

He opened the door in a haste and at the same time Ilena crashed into his chest harshly. She stumbled back a bit but Dreg’s strong arms held her in place

His eyes rake down her flushed and trembling form to notice the sheer white dress she had on which sent heat straight down to his raging cock.

“My lord!” Ilena gasped and stumbled out of Dreg’s arms to cover her dignity in embarrassment.

Dreg shut the door as fast as possible, no one should see her in this state. She stood flushed red with her faint dust pink nipples, pointing through the sheer dress.

His sensitive nostrils took in her sweet scent which made his chest rumble with need.

Ilena trembled with fear under the predatory gaze of Dreg. “T-this was the only dress that was available....”

He hums a reply, so lost for words with how beautiful she looked. He felt his blood heat up with rut, the need to mate is eminent.

“Dreg.” He states.

Ilena turns in confusion. “My lord?”

Dreg moved closer and placed his heavy hands on the flushed and trembling body of Ilena. “Call me by my name.”

Ilena wasn’t sure what to make of his request but his rough hands on her body and the heated stare he caged her with, caused a flutter deep in her belly and her nipples tingled strangely.

Dreg watched as she walked over to the fireplace to get warmth. “You cower away from my presence, tell me Ilena do you not want this marriage?”

Ilena balled her fists at the ends of her gown in fear, she was wasn’t fond of the marriage from the beginning but after Oana’s advice, she decided to be hopeful.

“Answer me.” Dreg almost growled out in frustration.

He turns her around and immediately notices the tears that trickle down her cheeks which caused more confusion to etch in his mind.

She bowed her head and hastened to wipe her tears. “Forgive me my lord, it seems I’m a bit emotional tonight.”

Ilena noticed the expression on his face, he wasn’t angry but confused or frustrated, she couldn’t decide. So far, she has insulted him a few times but he had never struck her laid abusive curses to her.

“You haven’t answered my question, do you not want this marriage?” This time, Dreg’s voice comes out softly which warms her heart.

Ilena wasn’t stupid, she feared if she declines this marriage, she’ll either die by the hands of her husband the Northern King or by her father.

“It is my duty as a princess of Thane to serve as your tribute.” She stated softly.

It was an answer but not the answer that Dreg was expecting. Her statement only meant that she was willing to be married to him just to fulfil her duty as a tribute and that irks him.

He raised her chin up to face him. “Then don’t cower away from my touch, you are my wife now not the princess of Thanes.”

Ilena tried to force her body to stop trembling as Dreg closed the space between them with only inches apart from each other.

“Mmmh!”

She was shocked with a kiss from Dreg, her body felt like it lit up with fire. His lips were soft against her and gentle, their bodies were pressed against each other to the point that she could feel the raging cock of Dreg.

“Hah....” She let out a soft sound which caused her face to burn in embarrassment.

Dreg’s blood pumped his rut harder, it was hard to contain his beastly acts but he knew he was walking on thin ice with that. Her scent, her voice, her touch, her soft body against him all drove his beast wild.

Goosebumps littered her skin as Dreg’s rough hands made it’s way to her waist in order to bring her body against his. Ilena had never been kissed or touched before so all this feelings were new to her.

Dreg released her bruised lips and scanned her face which was flushed red with her eyes hazy and unfocused with innocent lust. He wanted to claim her right then and there but he’ll wait until they have completed the mateship ritual in the North.

He left hot trails of kisses down her neck to her heaving chest and in one swift motion, he pulls down the thin straps of her sheer white gown.

Ilena gasped in shock and embarrassment. “My lord!”

Dreg paid no mind to her shock as he stared at her full mounds, her areola was dusted pink and her nipple stood erect for attention.

He growled and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking tenderly while massaging her other mounds.

She shivered. “Nngh....my lord...”.

Clouded with lust, in one swift motion Dreg picks her up and drops her in the middle of the bed, spreading her feet apart, exposing more of her sweet scent that coated his nostrils.

Ilena trembled but not from fright but instead an unknown feeling that etched deep in her belly. She felt wet between her legs for the first time she wasn’t on her month.

She gasped as Dreg leaned down and took a long sniff of her cunt which caused her face to burn red. “P-please my l-lord that is....”

She tried to close her legs but he stops her with his hands.

“Don’t try to cover yourself from me again and call me by my name Ilena.”

Dreg goes on to rip the useless gown off her body, leaving her nude beneath him and then took of his vest, revealing his ink covered upper half. He spread her legs farther apart and salivate at her glistening pink cunt.

Ilena was the most embarrassed that she had ever been tonight but her embarrassment quickly increased once Dreg flattens is tongue against her like a dog and lapped on her wet juices that gushed put of her.

She squirmed and moaned in pleasure that she had never felt. How could a mighty and ruthless king of the North be on his knees, lapping her wetness, wasn’t this an insult to him?”

“Hngh!” she moaned as she felt something build up in the pits of her belly.

Dreg continued lapping like a thirsty dog, his hand reached up to fondle her mounds while he worshipped her body.

“W-wait, p-please...Dreg!”

Ilena let’s out a quiet shriek as she suddenly released what was building up in her belly. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her jaws slacked with earth shattering pleasure that she had never felt.