#Jewel of The North

[thecandywrites]

Jewel Of The North Chapter 15

Woo, it's been several long minutes since I was able to get back to this, but I'm here, with an update. As always, I had- MOST of this already planned out. And I hate it how I can get ALMOST to the end, my brain knows the endgame and suddenly my muse is like "Thank you- next." And I'm like NO, NO, NO! PleAsE lEt mE FiNiSh! And my muse gives me the bird as it walks away. Damn fickle muse.

My goal is to get this off my plate, and FINALLY finish Zorroku and Peaches update. Get to Anastascia and Talisman before Kinktober is here. And because of shit hitting the fan in my personal life, I'm going to cling to Kinktober to get me through these dark times ahead. (My daughter has a bone tumor, now we are testing to see if it's cancerous and go from there.)

So, enjoy the update. Hopefully I can get to the one last chapter and finish this. HOPEFULLY. (Dear God PLEASE)

Chapter 15

“Well if it’s not my favorite customers!” Jim greeted happily as your family returned to the dealership. 

“Did you come back for that camper?” He asked hopefully. 

“We did. I couldn’t stop thinking about it actually. And now that we’re not under such a tight time crunch, could we check it out?” You asked. 

“Absolutely, let me grab the keys.” He answered as he got the keys and then opened it up and let all the sliders out. It was a gorgeous RV that had gotten super fine and sophisticated customizations. And while it was it’s own vehicle, it was an epic one. It was as if someone took a mini semi, and then married it with an RV and a camper, all in one. It was huge. It was extra wide, extra long. And because it was both the semi and a camper trailer, it had more than enough room for the five of you to be very comfortable. 

“This was someone’s home before they bought a house up here with a truck. And we haven’t sold it because no one else can seem to justify paying so much for something that to anyone else would be a recreational vehicle.” He explained. 

“I understand that.” You noted as you checked out the appliances, and the fridge, sniffing deeply to see if anything had ever been left in here to rot. And looking for little details to see how well it had been cared for. Whoever had customized this and redid it, took their time and really put their heart and soul into it. It was the perfect, home away from home. Most likely another wealthy person. But also, someone who could probably afford to hire a driver. 

“So what endorsements do you need to drive it?” You asked him. 

“None. It’s considered an RV. Anyone who has ever driven a truck, and a trailer, or another RV could drive this.” He answered. 

“No way.” You and Noah both seemed to playfully scoff. 

“I’m serious. It’s not considered a semi. It’s classed as an RV.” Jim insisted. 

“Even if it was a full semi, I have that endorsement.” Noah assured you. 

“Well, because it’s it’s own vehicle, it means, we can leave your truck here, for when we come back next spring and just take the dully with the horse trailer.” You offered to Noah. 

“Yeah, and that way, we’d still have the truck to take to the stores and stuff, because getting this out on the road and to gas stations will be a pain in the ass. But once we get it parked in various spaces and get it hooked up, it’ll be ok.” Noah reassured you as he stepped down into the driver’s seat to become familiar with the controls and stuff as you continued to walk through and get used to the space and storage and stuff before you came back to see the kids already in the bedroom part that was put into a smaller room with two twin beds in a bunk bed set up, or the larger room with a full bed. 

“And there’s a king size bed in the trailer. Although, most parks, you’ll need two side by side spaces to get it all together, unless a place has two hook ups, one in front of the other.” Jim explained. 

“Ok, how are the beds guys?” You asked them. 

“Eh, they’re ok. Rutted out right here though.” Zane said as his rear seemed to find a space in the middle of the bed that you imagined the previous owners probably used for sex. So new mattresses would be in order. And…decent bedding too, you realized as you touched the bedding and crinkled your nose that it was the cheap, microfiber crap. Microfiber bedding was “soft” but didn’t breathe for crap and didn’t hold up past a few washings. So you were doing some quick math in your head of what else you’d need to do to get this ready for travel. 

“Let’s look at the trailer.” You insisted before you did and could see that it was the trailer that had all the luxury and all the real “upgrades.” It was basically one big bedroom and a living room with a small kitchenette and a decent sized shower, whereas the one on the RV part was ok. Not great but ok. Clean and functional and that’s what mattered. The one in the trailer? Actual tile. And a bench. Great for shaving and especially shower sex probably- if you and Noah could fit into it together. 

“Wow, this is really nice.” Noah noted once he joined you in the camper. 

“Yeah, it is.” You nodded. 

“Jim was telling me that when we park the RV, we will need either two spots in front of each other, or side by side. 

“Well, actually, did you see how there’s a way to connect the two if they’re in front of each other, and we have a way to make a hallway that connects that to this?” Noah pointed out as he motioned to it. 

“Ooh, no I didn’t.” You noted as you came over to see it. 

“Can we look under it to see the frame?” Skylar asked hopefully before she pulled out her trusty flashlight she always used to inspect things. 

“We’ve already been over it and inspected it.” Jim tried to reassure her. 

“Yeah, but another set of eyes wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Noah insisted before Skylar beamed happily before she and him went out and did just that as she chose to look under the RV first as she started lowly murmuring to Noah to make sure he saw what she could find. 

“Her uncle is a mechanic.” You excused to Jim as you got a picture of Skylar’s legs sticking out with Noah’s under the vehicle, because it was really cute before you got your notebook out to write down what you were hearing from Noah and Skylar. 

“I see.” Jim nodded as he just stood by and you could tell he was a little nervous before you poked around in the vehicle’s crash history, what work it had gotten done, what maintenance it had gotten done, and the fact that it was sporting brand new tires, you wondered if the older ones had gotten dry rot before Noah started asking questions before Jim had to go and get the mechanic who checked it over before Skylar and Noah were beginning to speak mechanic as you barely were able to keep up mentally with the discussion before Skylar found things that the other mechanic hadn’t caught before Noah used that, to let her find every, tiny, little, thing as Noah was beginning to throw out numbers of how much it would take to fix that, and you grinned when you got your notebook out and put the estimates with everything. 

“So how much were you wanting for this?” You asked Jim. 

“Well, we were asking…” He began to list off what the vehicle was worth and all the money, the previous hosts dumped into it. 

“Yeah, but if it needs this much in repairs…” You began as you listed off everything it would need to be really roadworthy and mechanically sound as you did your best to continue to write it out what Noah and Skylar were finding under the vehicle and then once they got through that, popped the hood and continued to look it over with the mechanic. 

“Girl, how old are you?” Bud asked Skylar. 

“Eight. But I’ve been helping my uncles and grandpas with stuff since I was old enough to walk.” She answered happily. 

“And she’s been really the god’s send with helping me with my plane.” Noah praised. 

“Let’s check out the trailer.” Noah urged before they went around to the back as you continued to write down every little thing before they seemed to be done as you helped brush Skylar and Noah off before you handed him the notebook to look over before he added more things that he saw without saying anything. 

“Let’s go inside and talk.” Noah urged you as you readily passed the power brick from your purse to the kids, so that their devices wouldn’t die as you went inside and negotiated, for either the dealership to fix various things, or for the price to be dropped so that it could be handled elsewhere. 

You were simply happy to sit there and help Noah negotiate for it. And help bank on the fact that only you guys would be able to buy such a vehicle, but even when Noah had a whole plane to repair and therefore didn’t have the extra money, especially when a simple camper, that was a fraction of the price, was also available for your family. 

You guys ended up getting it for way less than you feared it would be. And the dealership still made enough money off of it, that it was still worth while for them too before Noah drove it all out of there and to his house and into his own garage to begin working on what needed to be worked on as you got your cleaning supplies ot really dig down and give it another thorough deep clean as you gagged to see how filthy the mattresses really were under that pretty bedding. Someone had obviously gotten drunk or at least very sick, in these beds  before. You could smell vomit and diarreah on them. They had sprayed air fresheners in the RV to cover up this odor. And there was no way you could clean this out of them. So you hauled them out of the RV. 

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked as he watched you push the mattress out of the RV. 

“The mattresses are beyond cleaning and saving. These are so gross. Someone must have gotten very sick on these and they tried to turn them over to cover it up.” You noted. 

“Those better not be bed bugs.” You worried before you went back inside and outright hunted for them, but now that you had the mattress pulled out and really looking, you found the faint aroma of the fumigation. 

“Is that…?” Noah asked as he came over to the edges of the mattress and scratched at something crusted to the mattress.

“Oh gods!” You yelled before you dropped it on the ground.

“Babe?” Noah asked. 

“This thing had bed bugs. I’m just seeing a few dead corpses. But this thing had bed bugs. That’s what Jim was nervous about. He was worried we would find them. OK. Should we fumigate again? Just to be sure?” You asked. 

“Absolutely. Let me get that taken care of.” Noah offered before he immediately got his phone up and called the local pest control and arranged for them to come and treat it again before he found out that they had treated it once before, it had been an issue that the previous owners were ashamed to admit that they could never seem to get them all out, that they would get it treated, then stay somewhere and get them again. And they had thought they treated it really good last time, but offered to come and treat again, just to make doubly sure. 

“They’ll be here day after tomorrow.” He offered. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him as you could do little but look and search for anything else in there. 

“Find anything?” He asked. 

“Thankfully, nothing living, just the occasional corpse in the cracks.” You answered. 

“I’m gonna need a good vacuum.” You noted as you felt like pulling apart the pieces of furniture to see if any were trying to hide elsewhere. 

After getting it fumigated again, thoroughly deep cleaned and new mattresses put in, that had to literally be flown in, you began trying to pack it up to get ready to go on the road. 

Which worked out because Noah needed to take another few days of Ukluk and Nago flying Noah back to his plane to help do some repairs just to get it flyable again which Skylar was exceedingly happy to try to help.

Sakura, Zane and yourself did as much as you could to help too. Both with the plane, and the RV and trying to make sure you packed everything you needed from Noah's house that they wanted to keep with them through the winter. 

Then Noah was finally able to get the plane just to the point that it could start and take off and then land on a tarmac in Fair Banks. And once at the hanger, more work could be done there. To get it at least passable so it could fly to the Great Lakes. Where you and Noah had agreed to rent a space at a local airplane hangar. So Noah could park it there and work even more on it there and do it for much cheaper than he could up in the Arctic Tundra where he had to pay a premium for parts just to get mailed. 

It took a day for Noah to fly down there and park his plane and begin the process of ordering parts and stuff to repair it. He readily made friends with the other pilots, most of which just had small bush planes as they were sympathetic of the crash and gave him a ride to the local airport so he could fly back home to the Arctic Tundra so he could help you pack and drive him and his family and his animals down to the Great Lakes. Since you had been spending all that time getting all the horses’ paperwork prepared and the vet and get them ready for the journey. And get all the cats and get them to the vet and ready for the journey. and of course the dogs as well.  Sakura was happy to start packing too before you had to go and pick Noah up from the airport again. 

“So? How were your flights?” You asked him. 

“Long. How were things at home?” He asked. 

“Busy, the vet I think made his year getting all of the animals ready for the trip. By the way, do you want to pack all of your clothes or do you want to pack just some of them since we will be back up here next summer? Also, what do you want to do about the contents of your freezer?” You asked him.  

“We can either split it between Neena’s parents and mine or whatever, or we can try to bring it with us.” Noah offered. 

“Yeah, no. I don’t want to have to worry about spoiled rotting meat on a cross country trip because that frrzer is only so big in the RV. Let’s give it to the people who are staying up here and we can always bring in more food when we come back, I don’t want anything to go to waste or rotting while we are gone." You answered. 

“Yeah I didn’t want that either.” Noah readily admitted. 

“So, did you want to drive the RV or the horse trailer?" You asked since you had had to drive it to various places to get stuff for it already. 

"Don't care, I can do either one." He offered. 

"Well we can always trade off." You shrugged. 

"Which one would you prefer to drive?" He asked.

"Honestly, I don't care, I'll take whichever one you don't want." You answered. 

"Well, How about you take the RV, I'll take the horses, since they can move while in transit and sway the horse trailer. The RV should be pretty constant." He suggested. 

"Ok." You nodded with a smile. Noah was still, always so thoughtful. 

It took another few days to get everything packed up that needed to be packed up since all Noah and Sakura really needed were their clothes and other sentimental items they didn’t want to live without over the winter since most of everything else didn’t need to be moved as Noah and yourself and all the kids pitched in to winterize Noah’s house and his barn.

Then the fateful day came where you said your goodbyes and made plans for Noah’s family and even Neena’s family to come down for the next high holiday that your family and theirs would be making into one big gosbe to join both the Great Lakes Family and the Arctic Tundra one to converge at your yourse, flying commercially of course for an official, really big, gosbe with all of Noah’s family and yours. 

You went from camp ground to camp ground and even national park to national park. And despite the initial cost of the RV, it really was so much cheaper than staying in hotels and eating out for every meal. Because with the RV, you could camp it in, get showers, do laundry either in the small on board washer and dryer or stop at laundromats for the bigger items like bedding. You could get the horses out regularly, and ride them and the dogs and cats could use the bathroom regularly and the chickens were content in their little coop. And it would give you practically two weeks before school started and with the gradual traveling from the Arctic Tundra to the Great Lakes, you all could gradually get used to the time change. And it was actually, really nice. And it made a lot if really good memories. It really made a national parks pass to stay in all the national parks from June Neau to the Great Lakes worth every penny.

Two weeks later in the late afternoon, early evening, you, very tiredly pulled into your driveway at home, putting in your code to open the gate and led the way in, Noah and the horse trailer behind you as Sakura gasped when she saw your house. 

“This is my house?” Sakura asked in excited awe when she laid her eyes on it. 

“Yup, this is your house Sweetie, but we gotta get the horses into the barn.” You told her as you parked the RV, as Noah drove down to the barn to unload the horses into the barn. 

Your mother had already gotten the barn doors open and helped Noah back up the horse trailer to the barn as your horses were eager to see who was new to the barn as your mom had already gotten new stalls ready for the new horses. 

Your parents were eager to meet their new granddaughter and of course see Noah in person as they already had dinner ready and waiting on you in the house as soon as you could get the horses unloaded and the dogs of course beginning to mark their territory and meet all the other dogs who were excited to see you and the kids again and eager to meet Sakura and Noah as your parents warmly and eagerly hugged Sakura first and then Noah. 

And once the horses were squared away, you brought your family back into the house and had them drop their bags at the door and led the way to the kitchen that was open to the dining room as Sakura and Noah were both taking in the sight of the very nice house you had. Noah was trying to keep his awe down and not completely gawk at his surroundings. 

His sister Alorna may have been onto something, this felt like a mansion. It was huge and very high end materials and was overall very luxurious and he was getting overwhelmed by just the foyer and the chandelier in said foyer. Which was the fanciest crystal thing he had ever seen and then the kitchen was straight out of a magazine, and the feast that your dad had prepared was delicious and immaculate and somehow very familiar as Noah could see and taste where you had gotten your culinary upbringing from. 

“Hey, it’s just a home right? Just a really nice one.” You reminded in a soft whispered murmur to Noah as you noticed he was just staring at everything around him wide eyed as you reached over and held his hand as you walked him down the buffet line that was on the kitchen counter as you both were piling on food onto your plates. 

“Yup, just a super nice, luxurious, super spacious house.” Noah whispered back. 

“That you should feel comfortable in, you’re not just a guest, this is your house too.” You reminded him with a reassuring but tired smile as you then got a beer from the liquor refrigerator and Noah was frankly impressed that you had a refrigerator in your kitchen that was completely dedicated to bottles of beer and wine and was full of it too which Noah nearly cried opening and made the cutest little whimpering noise that was a noncoherent string of half words of awe and amazement and appreciation to the sheer variety of what was before him.  

“We didn’t know exactly what you’d want to drink so we got a bit of everything.” Your mom, Stacia offered sweetly. 

“Uh...everything? I will happily try...anything..ev..every...everything.” Noah stuttered as his brain was short circuiting which cracked you and your family up. 

“Well how Zara likes to keep things organized is we have the lightest beers on the top shelf, the pilsners, the ales, then we have the medium bodied beers, the lagers and some porters in the middle and the heavier, stouts and things at the bottom and the freezer has frozen glass steins to pour it into.” Your mom explained as she gestured to the many levels and opened the freezer and Noah looked like he was going to cry which got your dad to bark a laugh and pat Noah on the back and wrap his arm around his shoulders and give it a good squeeze from the side. 

“I know, it’s a thing of beauty, just wait till you see the kegs in the gameroom in the basement.” Your dad offered teasingly to Noah. 

“She has kegs?” Noah asked in awe. 

“Yeah, they are wonderful things. She had me pick them up and install them earlier today, special, just for you. Because she wants everyone around her to be well fed, well watered and taken care of. She is aggressively hospitable. I blame that southern bell of a mother in law she has or had rather.” Your dad teased. 

“Yes I am.” You crooned as you sat down at the table before Noah got his selection and walked over to the table to sit next to you. 

“Although Andrew’s mother Nancy, that woman can cook me under the table, but she focuses on quantity, my family prides itself more on quality, for instance, I would wager you spent what, five hours caramalizing these onions?” You posed to your dad. 

“Nah, just four.” He waived off with a appreciative grin. 

“Oh don’t sit there Noah, sit here, this is your place now.” Your dad insisted as he moved Noah to sit at the head of the table as a sign of respect as he sat on one side and you sat on the other side but still said prayer, thanking the gods for your safe arrival home and your new complete family, which was very touching and appreciated.  

“So? How was everything? How was your trip?” Your mom innocently asked. 

“Horrible at first, then morphed into OK, then good.” You started laughing which got your family to start laughing with you before Noah and yourself told your parents about how everything seemed to go wrong from the storms on the cruise, to the objectification Noah and Sakura got for being ice orcs, to Zane getting recognized and practically swarmed on the cruise because he was ‘a celebrity’. To the plane crash to the loss of the rest of Noah’s flying season, then to your driver license expiring and all of your check cards expiring except for a couple of credit cards who were already almost at their max limits thanks to the cruise and how getting money up there was a nightmare and how you had to out yourself to a few bank branches who you were sure were going to use all winter to tell everyone there at that bank branches how a millionaire was now banking there and what rumors you would find when you got back there in the spring to how the truck nearly overheated and died on the highway from pulling the horse trailer even though it was technically brand new and shouldn’t have had any issues. 

But then you got the RV, so it was rather just a two week long camping trip, going from state park to state park all the way from there to here for the horse’s sake and riding a few trails to let the horses stretch their legs so standing in the trailer wasn’t so hard on them or hard for the other animals either because finding hay along the way was a little tricky and when you could find it, you loaded up on it and it would often be you’d be on your last bale of hay before you would find more along the way. But feed stores were relatively easy and getting to laundromats so you could wash all the clothes and bedding and how the kids traded off between the RV and Noah’s truck so all the kids got one on one time and attention and everyone got to know each other really well. Along with everything in between, you were so grateful to finally be home and very much looking forward to sleeping in your own bed tonight and getting a decent shower. 

But what became clearly evident was how together, Noah and yourself and the family managed to roll with the punches and take each problem as it arose, together and how each problem only made you grow closer as a family, and learn to depend on each other. Which was awesome which made your parents glad to hear that effort was being put forth on both sides and despite a rocky start and admittedly some of the worst of circumstances, things were still going well. And thanks to the long drive from the Arctic Tundra to the Great Lakes, your kids and yourselves had a chance to get reacclimated to the time zone change really gradually which was nice. 

After dinner your parents helped unpack and unload the RV and then left your family in peace so you and your children could give Noah and Sakura ‘the grand tour’ of the house. Sakura had instantly fallen in love with a cockatoo that had been a pet for one of your adopted grandparents and the moment when she had come into the house the parrot had immediately flown over to her as she happily let it rest on her shoulder as that bird had always been rather stand offish to you and your family but with Sakura, something about her seemed to click with the bird as the bird kept kissing her cheeks and saying ‘I love you’ and ‘pretty girl’ over and over again and wanting bits of dinner as she happily fed it little scraps as she surprised both Noah and yourself as all the birds seemed to flock to her. 

“Well she always was the chicken whisperer in the past.” Noah tried to shrug off as Sakura happily got to find and explore her new room. 

“Can Ollie’s cage be put into my room?” Sakura asked hopefully. 

“I don’t mind.” You put to Noah. 

“If you want it to be.” Noah agreed before you and Noah relocated the bird and it’s cage to Sakura’s room and got a spot for it as Sakura’s dogs didn’t seem to mind the bird’s place in Sakura’s room since they took up position on the dog beds in Sakura’s room, complete with a dog door just in case they needed to leave to relieve themselves. Since you had doggy doors that led to a fenced in portion of the yard that the dogs could take themselves out to relieve themselves as needed which your dogs seemed to show Noah’s dog’s how to do and what to do in that department as the rest of the “pack” accepted Noah’s dogs pretty well. 

Noah’s cats and your cats of course kept their distance from each other but Noah’s cats were happy to have a cat tree and some perches and happy to see so many litter boxes available to use and of course some really good wet and dry cat food to eat. 

Then Zane got to show off his snake collection to Sakura and Noah. Noah did his best to act cool about it even though he had never even held a snake before, much less seen one in real life, and now he was holding one, one of the tamest and sweetest ones in Zane’s collection, he was stiff with nervousness but still trying to remain calm as it wasn’t so bad as he thought it was going to be. 

“They’re so soft!” Sakura cooed excitedly as she held hers and pet hers softly. 

“They are.” Noah had to admit before he handed it back to Zane to put away. 

You got the kids to get showers before bed and walked Sakura through how to work her shower and stuff since she had her own bathroom for her bedroom. 

You were delighted when she loved everything in her bedroom and bathroom before you helped put the kids to bed. 

Then you led Noah to your bedroom, the last stop on the grand tour as Noah softly gasped when he saw it. It was gorgeous and smelled amazing and again, right out of a magazine as you readily put your dirty clothes into the washing machine that was in your bathroom and asked for Noah’s clothes too so you could start that while you got a shower with him l. 

You giddily got him into your bathroom and into your shower that was the most epic shower Noah had ever been in. You waked him through how to work it and washed happily got to finally have sex with Noah in your shower as he sat on your bench and let you ride him as hard as you wanted to.

Once you were done, you got the now clean but wet clothes out of the washer and into the dryer and let him get changed into some underwear and pajamas you had gotten for him. You already had ready for him in his new dresser that you had put into your bedroom for him. 

Noah sunk into your almost excessively soft bed with you. 

“Oooh.” Noah cooed appreciatively as he climbed into bed and got comfortable, feeling like he was sinking into a soft pillowy cloud. 

“And if you don’t like your pillow there’s a few more to choose from in that closet over there.” You pointed out your linen closet in your room as you got into bed and took your meds and then cuddled into his side. 

Noah touched his lamp to turn it off and practically melted into the bed with you and was happy that because it was still August in the Great Lakes, it was still hot and you thankfully had the air conditioning up so he could rest comfortably before you both succumbed to sleep. 

Noah woke up just as the sun was beginning to rise as he looked down at you sleeping blissfully still in his arms and just that made him smile happily before he peeked around the room, appreciating the soft pastel turquoise walls with punches of royal blue and royal purple throughout the room as he tried to bat away the feelings of guilt and self doubt that he belonged there. He wondered if that’s how you had felt in his home at first, a guest, too scared to call it home yet. But this was still his first night, and first morning waking up like this. First of hopefully many more before he looked back down to you, still resting in his arms, your back to his front as he spooned you. He had realized that over the last few weeks, home was wherever you were, whether in an RV, or his house or now this house. And if this house was your home and you were his home, then yes, this was his home too, just...one he wasn’t used to yet. And it was clear that to you it was important that he felt comfortable and worthy of ‘such a setting’ for the jewel you were adamant he was. 

But if you thought he was worthy, then by the gods, he was going to do his best to live up to it. 

Noah fell back asleep for a couple more hours before you stirred awake, waking him up in the process and morning sex without having to worry about noise or movement because every movement could be felt in the RV, so sex had to be sneaky for the last two weeks. 

But here and now, it could be enjoyed in all of its vigorous glory as Noah happily pumped you full again but that was only after he had eaten you out and after you had returned the favor. Noah felt like he was in heaven in such a wonderfully soft bed with the woman of his dreams with her mouth full of his cock and his balls being stroked and tantalizing scratched in her hands as his own hands were in her silky soft hair and the hard growling grunt of his climax was especially sexy. 

After you were both decently sated you went down to the kitchen to make breakfast while you went down the line and filled all the dog’s bowls full of food for their breakfast as well as all the cats as you went around and checked on all the other birds to make sure they had enough food and water too. 

You refocused on making breakfast for your family as Noah was already getting acquainted with the restaurant sized walk in refrigerator you had and found thick cut bacon and ham steaks, and cubed steaks that were practically begging to be floured and fried to have chicken fried steak and gravy, which you felt definitely needed biscuits to go with it. You got those ready along with some eggs and hashbrowns and just as the bacon was starting to sizzle, all three of the kids made it down the stairs, all of them looking still half asleep. 

“Oh thank the gods, you guys started breakfast.” Zane murmured as he got up into the breakfast bar and folded his arms and laid his head on his arms, still tired as Skylar did the same but Sakura was having Ollie sit on a perch with the other birds in the “menagerie” and once everyone was served breakfast at the breakfast bar, then you all got dressed. 

The, right on time, Zane got his rat shipment in so he could feed his snakes who had built up quite the appetite since his friend had come to the house to feed them two weeks prior. 

After breakfast, you showed off your spa to Noah and Sakura and then Sakura was happy to meet your flock of chickens.

Noah especially was practically drooling over ‘the man cave’ which was your outbuilding and your other garage that had your other vehicles that you had accumulated since all of your adopted grandparent’s death and when Noah saw your motorcycle collection he nearly fell to his knees, and then the four wheelers and other ‘toys’ you had. 

“Too much?” You asked teasingly with a giggle. 

“Yeah?” Noah admitted, feeling overwhelmed. 

“Well, when the plane is fixed and things settle and we get used to things and find our new normal, then we’ll work on simplifying then ok?” You offered. 

“Ok.” Noah nodded.

You took Noah to your local branches of your banks and got him on your accounts and got Noah’s signatures into their systems and everything squared away before you all got fully settled in, with the last thing being, to add the other sacred sculptures onto the walls so that all of the gods your whole family worshipped were now represented before you all offered up prayers of thanks for all of you getting home, safe and sound. 

Then you took your family to the school to finish Sakura’s enrollment and had your kids help show her the school and meet her teacher who was very sweet and welcoming of Sakura. She wanted to know about Sakura and her culture from Sakura and Noah so she could mindful of that in class. 

And after that, you went to the post office to get all of Noah’s and Sakura’s mail changed to your address and of course receive a whole huge box full of mail again before you grabbed lunch on your way out. 

You felt like you spent all  late afternoon and evening going through all of the mail. It was a task in itself, as you almost spitefully laughed when you found the replacement cards you had needed back in the Arctic Tundra as you went through activating the new cards before your family made dinner together. 

You still had a few days before school and that meant back to school shopping the next day, and clothes shopping and buying special wearable cold packs for Noah and Sakura so they could tolerate the heat easier since August was still high heat in the Great Lakes region. 

To say Sakura got a lot of attention the first day of school, was an understatement. Being the only ice orc any had seen in their lives in the area before. But Sakura was happy to make so many friends and instantly being somewhat popular and thanks to those wearable ice packs and a special cooler, filled with a small square of dry ice, to keep the other cold ones in so she could change them out periodically was a lifesaver for Sakura, especially when the classroom was a little stuffy for her liking. 

You eased back into work yourself, only seeing a few clients a day to let yourself get back into the swing of things. Noah took the new truck and went to the airplane hanger and began to do some more assessments of his plane and what it needed and began working on it and bringing it up to code as his new equipment began to arrive. 

Granted this was not the ‘construction’ he thought he would be doing at the moment, but it was still work that needed to be done and ordering new parts and having the shipping and waiting periods to be so small, was a pleasant surprise. 

And of course having Skylar chomping at the bit to be helping him fix his plane and help put it back together when she wasn’t in school, or martial arts classes and Zane wasn’t in ballet classes which Sakura was much more interested in Zane’s dance class than she was in Skylar's martial arts class. You readily got her signed up and in a beginner’s dance class, she was really happy to be in something new. 

And slowly but surely, things fell into a new rhythm, a new normal. And just as everyone got to learn their stride, then was the next high holiday that was also being turned into a giant gosbe, where your family, complete with your late inlaws, together with all of your siblings and their families and even Natasha’s mother, Olga was coming to give her blessing which you appreciated. 

But you knew it was going to be the biggest “full house” you were ever going to have. You had every guest room assigned to who was going to be sleeping where, as even your parents and late inlaws helped you place different members of Noah’s family and Neena’s family that overflowed from your house, into theirs.

You went into a big box store and had practically bought out the store in ingredients so that everyone could have their ingredients to cook all their dishes that they were making for what you knew was going to be a gosbe to end all gosbes.

Once everyone was landed then it was an ordeal making sure everyone had their own rental cars so that they had their own independent modes of transportation to get to your house. 

You felt like Noah and your family and yourself practically led a caravan to your house where everyone from your side of the family was eagerly waiting to meet Noah’s family. Every parking space both for your own driveway and for your business was filled with vehicles as you had already gotten a competition BBQ joint to come in and cater all the food for tonight’s dinner, roasting several hogs and dozens of chickens and brisket and steaks and all the sides and fixins since everyone was no doubt tired and jet lagged and nervous and excited. 

The moment Ukluk came through the door though, your father greeted Ukluk like the long lost brother the two had always been. 

“Ukluk!” Your father boomed as he came forward and practically ran into Ukluk giving him a big bear hug. 

“Grusta!” Ukluk cheered as he did the same. And while Ukluk was bigger than your dad, they both hugged each other tightly and started crying at being reunited in person. 

“Gods you got old and fat!” They both cried and but smiled so bright and happily at each other before your dad introduced your side of the family to Ukluk and his family and Neena’s family while Ukluk introduced his side of the family and Neena’s family to everyone else too as you literally had everyone put name tags on so everyone could get each other’s names right but Olga needed no such measures as she practically knew each person by name before they could introduce themselves to her. She seemed to be so relieved that what she had seen in her peering years prior was coming true. She very graciously welcomed them into the home and thanked them for bringing love and kindness, respect and dignity into the home. 

Your dad and Ukluk went to the kitchen to see the feast that was laid out there as your dad and Ukluk gently argued about who should say the prayers before Ulga interrupted them and pulled the ‘I’m a High Priestess, if anyone is going to give a prayer of thanks and blessing it’s me’ card which got your dad and Ukluk and everyone else to agree as everyone gathered around in the kitchen and closed their eyes and bowed their heads while the families huddled close and held hands. 

“To Aura…” Olga began before she peeked at the list that had all the gods and goddesses both your family, Noah’s family, Neena’s family and Andy’s family believed in before she closed her eyes and concentrated again, letting the god’s holy spirit flow through her and help her choose the right words. 

“Thank you all, for helping two lost parts of your family find each other again and make each other whole when they had felt so lost and broken before. Thank you for giving your blessing and letting it be so acutely felt, that our family is now whole, happy and where they should be at this time. And while these lost pieces have picked up other families, we are all here, and united now. Our family is now complete. Please, let every single member of this family feel peace, serenity and security, knowing that Sakura, Skylar and Xander now have both of their parents. Who love each other and their children very much. Thank you for blessing them and their family. And thank you for allowing those blessings to radiate to everyone else. Please, do not forget Anarra’s family, since we know that she is with you in the afterlife. She is no longer in pain and no longer worries for Noatak or Sakura for she knows that Zara will love her daughter just as much as she did, will protect her just as much as her own, will train her just as much as Anarra wanted to and will embrace her culture and heritage with arms wide open, without judgment and respect and dignify Noatak and Sakura’s culture and heritage and make it her own. As will Skylar and Xander since they are Sakura’s siblings both literally and figuratively but especially spiritually. Anarra is at peace and happy that Sakura and Noatak are where they should be. And please, do not forget Andrew and his family either, please let Andrew’s family who remains, to find peace, comfort and serenity as well. Knowing that Noatak will do his best love and care for his family the way they deserve. And be comforted that Noatak and Sakura will also respect and dignify Zara’s, Skylar’s and Xander’s culture and traditions. And welcome those with open arms and without judgement. For he knows that Noah will love his children as his own, protect them as his own, train them as his own and care for them as his own, just as much as Zara will continue to do as well." Ulga prayed, her voice almost a beautiful song. As the acoustics in the kitchen seems to amplify her voice. 

"He too, is happy and at peace, knowing that Zara and his children are loved and cared for in ways he could only dream of. He is so proud of his children for protecting each other and their mother from the wolves and vultures that would come to feast on the material possessions that the gods sent to Zara to take care of her in his place when he was suddenly taken away. And the gods know that Zara, Skylar and Xander will teach Noatak and Sakura and their families these same lessons and defenses to protect Sakura and Noatak from the wolves and vultures in the future." Ulga perceived. 

"And once Zara returns to the Arctic Tundra next summer, she and Noah will take care of the wolves and vultures for good. And Sakura and Noatak and their immediate family and extended family will know peace, serenity and success. They will be a family- having two homes, one here, and one in the Arctic Tundra, but one family to bring from to the other so that both of them may be happy and fulfilled, having occupations that they not only enjoy, but were meant to do. Let them find peace, happiness and success in those ventures as well. We know Anarra and Andrew are so proud of Noatak and Zara for sticking it out and becoming stronger and waiting for their perfect second mate to find them and not to fall victim to loneliness or desperation before it was the right time for them to find the answers to their own prayers." Ulga stressed. 

"Thank you so much for bringing this family together, and their extended families together and continue to bless their immediate family and their large, extended family. In all this we pray and give humble thanks. And all of us appreciate all of you for giving Zara- who has always been the most gracious and generous of your loyal servants- the tools and education so that she may use those generous gifts best and use them to build herself, her immediate family and her large extended family up. Because only Zara would look at such generous gifts and only see how she can use them to help others, instead of hoarding them to herself. Which is why you have blessed such a magnificent jewel of a person with such a wonderful and beautiful setting and allowing her to find the perfect jewel of the north in Noatak to join her in both the setting she has made for herself, and the setting that Noatak has made for themselves. And together, the two jewels together with their children, who will be the biggest and brightest jewels of the future to shine brightly, reflecting the light you shine on them. In all this we pray- Amen.” Olga prayed as everyone was trying to keep their appreciative weeping as quiet as possible before they too, echoed ‘Amen’. 

“Thank you Mama Olga.” You thanked her as you hugged her tight. 

“Marry him quick while they are here, wear your best priestess dress as your wedding dress, and when you return to the Arctic Tundra, you will have a fourth on the way and give Noah the one thing Neena didn’t give him- a son. I will perform the wedding myself after the gosbe tomorrow. The marriage license is already ready in my purse.” She whispered in your ear as others were going down the buffet line and getting their plates piled high with food as you were grateful that there were stacks and stacks of each thing so that everyone could get as much as they wanted from each dish. 

“My Zanochka Volchietsa, you have risen again and you will continue to rise to new heights.” Olga praised as she held your face in her hands and wiped your tears away with her thumbs.

“I told you that if you built this home- your family will come, and look, they all have. They are all here. And they love you and your family wholeheartedly. Do not fear that anyone in here will do you harm or hold back because no one in here will ever take advantage of you. You are safe and surrounded by family.  Enjoy it.” She encouraged you before she went to your ear. 

“Really?” You whispered as your smile shamed the sun it was so bright. 

“Really, think of this as your rehearsal dinner.” She advised. 

“Ok,” You nodded. 

After the prayer, your father went down the line and announced what each thing was in the buffet line since all of it was being served from buffet that was being held in chafing dishes in wire racks with the little torches under them to keep the food warm as your father took the aluminum foil lids off of each thing down your kitchen counter as everyone eagerly grabbed a plate and started piling it high with food. 

Then your dad showed Ukluk the beer fridge and laughed when Ukluk put his plate on the counter and actually got on his knees. 

“Thank all the gods for bringing my son and our family to paradise,” Ukluk sarcastically began to pray on his knees in front of the fridge which got everyone to erupt into laughter as Ukluk got back onto his feet and picked his favorite one before nearly crying again at seeing the frozen glass steins in the freezer and picked one before he and your father sat at the foot of the table as Noah’s brothers and brothers in law also nearly cried at seeing the beer fridge too while even the cater-ers were invited to grab a beer and enjoy the feast they had made with you and your family. 

You were so grateful that you had gotten such a huge and long formal dining table as every adult had a place to sit at it while all the kids had another table just for them that seemed to be just as long and just as full as Sakura sat in between Skylar and Xander. 

Olga sat at the head of the table while you and Noah sat to her right and Natasha and Gavin sat to her left as Olga talked to her daughter in Siberian about what was going to happen tomorrow as Natasha’s eyes went wide as she looked from her mother to you as your brother barely caught a few words. 

“Marriage?” Gavin began to say before Olga, Natasha and yourself shushed him. 

“It’s a surprise.” Natasha whispered. 

“Wait what?” Noah asked as he looked to you once his ears perked to that word. 

“A gosbe is a wooing marriage feast, Olga offered to make it an “official marriage feast” tomorrow while your family is here, but I want it to be a surprise. I’m going to wear one of my priestess gowns. You could wear your regalia if you’d like to, make it a mixture of both cultures.” You whispered to him. 

“Ok, they’re in for the surprise of their lives then.” Noah grinned happily, elated that you wanted him in his Frozen Tundra Clan regalia. 

“And I can get my IUD out when I go to the OBGYN in a couple of weeks and we can get another bun in the oven if you want to.” You murmured in his ear.

“Don’t tempt me beyond what I can bear, I don’t want to kick everyone out so I can feast on you on this table again.” Noah practically purred in your ear. 

“Later. Eat, you’ll need your strength.” You purred right back before you both chowed down on your dinner. 

“So, tomorrow?” Noah asked Olga. 

“Yes, the reason I was late today was because I was getting the document from my temple before I left.” She answered. 

“And I’m not…?" Noah began to ask. 

“No you’re not rushing. It’s time. Besides, when you see your homeland again, you will be coming back with more than you left with. Take care of her, for she will carry for you a blessing to really cement your family together.” Olga hinted as you smiled cheekily at Noah who blinked in surprise. 

“If you’re ready, that is.” You hinted. 

“Been ready.” Noah readily and adamantly nodded once the weight of her words finally seemed to sink in. 

“Good, me too.” You smiled.

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From the Sunshine State to Sword Coast: Meet DnD's 'Neverwinter Man'

Welcome to the eccentric world of 'Neverwinter Man' and their escapades in Dungeons & Dragons. These headlines capture 'Neverwinter Mans' bizarre actions such as trying to free zoo animals, crashing into stalls, stealing identities and more.

by Jedd Chevrier for Wizards of the Coast There has always been a quirky side to Dungeons & Dragons. But what in the Forgotten Realms do you think can match the craziness that is ‘Florida Man’? Get ready to dive into the wild world of ‘Neverwinter Man’. Imagine a newsie or town crier shouting these headlines when the PCs first arrive in town. And it doesn’t have to be Neverwinter, feel free to…

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Blue jewelled spider fly, Eulonchus smaragdinus, Acroceridae (small-headed flies), Diptera

Flies in this subfamily are endoparasites of Mygalomorph spiders

Photographed in California by kueda

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Finally a male hummingbird yesterday! And the Birdfy hummer cam recorded him. Activity is still super low but their babies should start coming to feeders soon… There is still time to enter my Instagram giveaway of a feeder like this!

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The famed Jewel Box in Forest Park in St. Louis, Missouri, UNITED STATES

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Jewelled gecko. Location: north-west Otago, NZ.

Photograph: Carey Knox

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Curcuma petiolata / Jewel of Thailand at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

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My catalog and table placement for Anime North! My table partner is @nappotuna!!

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Dakota North and Jessica Jones team up when

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A 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑘 pendant from Tangier, Morocco, 20th century. Ancient eagle-shaped necklace symbolizing strength, prestige made of gold and precious stones.

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𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍┆ cregan stark x fem!targtower!reader.

SYNOPSIS: as the youngest daughter of alicent hightower, you are wed to the young wolf, cregan stark. what many believe to be a union of strife, such a notion is proven wrong very quickly.

anonymous request.

{ FORMAT: one-shot — requested by anon.

{ WORD COUNT: 6.7K.

{ WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), arranged marriage, reader is a targtower with pale hair & lilac eyes, skin color unspecified, first time sex (for reader), loss of virginity, p in v sex (unprotected), massive breeding kink, all stark men have a breeding gene, oral sex / cunnilingus (fem!rec), face-sitting, biting/marking, making out, lots of touching, missionary position, talk of having a child, soft ending + aftercare

{ AUTHOR’S NOTE: There’s been a ton of Cregan requests, so I hope that this satisfies a lot of people until I post another! ❤️ Thank you all so much for the incredible requests and support of my work, it means the world to me and I am extremely grateful for all of it. See you guys soon!

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 — 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞.

The North was often regarded as a harsh and unyielding environment, with bitter, stinging winds and snowfalls that could bury men alive beneath their might. Such tales were often told to scare children or dissuade them from leaving the roost.

It was untamed and savage, according to your mother — she who vehemently fought against your betrothal to Cregan Stark, the Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell. A marriage steeped in wariness and discord, you had been pleasantly surprised by your husband’s kindness and warm stoicism.

Piety was a rarity in the bleak, bloodsoaked world you lived within — innocence was a quality as uncommon as a diamond in the rough. When Cregan had been offered such a sacred proposal during the last days of King Viserys I, he nearly scoffed at it.

A Targaryen, a Hightower — he almost imagined that the both of you would not do well together, and that it would become a sour union, made only to please families and uphold duty. His advisors, old men with embittered grudges against the South, cautioned him away from it, imploring him to wed a girl from the Vale or the Reach.

When Cregan Stark met you, clad in pale shades of sage and ivory, with lilac hues and a smile that could melt even the toughest of ice, perhaps it would not be a dreadful marriage after all.

Even with a dragon at your heel, there was something positively resplendent about you — Cregan could feel it within his marrow, a feeling seldom felt by any man locked in an arranged betrothal.

It was your innocuous, tenderhearted nature that beguiled him, as if you unconsciously drew him in with your honey. Your very first meeting happened to be to seal the marriage pact itself before you would be shipped away to the North, to be his wife and the new Lady Stark.

Cregan rarely found himself charmed by anyone, yet you possessed an inner beauty that flourished in his presence. You were your own flame, burning through his hardened exterior. He did not mistake your docile nature for weakness — you possessed a dragon, where he did not.

You were rather taken with him, perplexed by his outward ruggedness and gruff accent, the way in which he carried himself, massive physique clad in the thick trappings of a wolf. He was a mountain of a man, yet he handled you as if you were some precious jewel, sacred and worthy of admiration.

Alicent begrudgingly watched as you, her youngest daughter, untainted by her own fractured morality, was sent away to the North in the hands of some brute. For the good of the Realm, Viserys had told her, but it cut deeper knowing that it was you, her beloved flesh and blood.

Yet, as you found yourself beneath the crimson leaves of the Weirwood Tree in the Godswood, hands bound with Cregan’s own, you forgot about your mother’s bitterness entirely — and you were happy.

The first kiss was one that would make a permanent residence within your memory for lifetimes to come. He had cradled your face, towering over you as if he were a solemn statue, but even you could see the softening within his visage.

King’s Landing was suffocating, more often than not. The animosity that festered between your family smothered you, crushing you beneath its sharp heel. You were no longer surrounded by bitterness and resentment, and instead, cloaked by the protection and warmth of your new husband.

The feast held in honor of your blossoming union was one of merriment, the mood lighthearted and blissful. You sat beside your husband, stomach tumbling with a coil of nerves. Everyone seemed foreign to you, unfamiliar faces with their northern attitudes and odd indifference.

You could not fault anyone for having their suspicions, given your heritage. Being a Targaryen, pale-headed and violet-eyed, bringing your dragon from the South — it must’ve been jarring. Growing into your station as the Lady of Winterfell would be a long and arduous process, but you hoped that Cregan would show you the way.

Oblivious to your Lord-Husband’s smoldering stare, you politely consumed bites of the sugar-dusted fruit cobbler, admiring the vibrant aura within the room. Your wedding gowns were as pure as the driven snow, accented with silver embroidery and lined with pale fleece to keep you warm, given the cold gnaw of winter.

If it weren’t for Cregan’s steadfastness in providing you with a new wardrobe fit for winter, the icy chill would’ve consumed your extremities from the inside-out.

Leaning over within his seat, Cregan reached for your hand, stormy-gray hues churning with a kindness reserved for you. “How are you faring, wife?” He inquired, voice a low rumble; a soothing timbre that sent shivers down your spine.

“Very well,” Warmth crawled along your flesh when he referred to you as wife so openly and affectionately. You weren’t accustomed to having someone be so attentive to you, hang upon your every word, treat you with such courteousness. “This is so wonderful. I must thank you and your Keep, for your kindness.”

If you were anyone else, Cregan might’ve treated you with a stalwart cordiality found in most formalities, but you were not anyone else. You were good, sweet, and kindhearted — above all, you were quite innocent. He would’ve been telling himself a bold lie if he hadn’t thought about taking you to bed several times already.

The colors of the North suited you — his home suited you. Not many men of his position were so lucky when it came to betrothals, but he felt as if he was beyond fortunate to have married you. Cregan only hoped to be a good husband to you and to your future children, heirs to Winterfell, with the blood of the dragon and the wolf in their veins.

He had forbidden a bedding ceremony, content to guide you to your chambers once the festivities ceased, instead. Cregan enjoyed observing you and your demure mannerisms, from the way you made small talk with those around you, complimenting the choice of food and drink. It warmed his heart to know that his wife was an amiable soul.

“You needn’t worry, Princess. It is my duty as your husband to show you a bit of Northern hospitality.” Cregan mused, a ghost of a smile tugging at either corner of his mouth. He rarely showed any emotion, let alone treating his subjects with a smile given his hardiness, but he did show a sliver of it for you. He didn’t want to scare you away.

With a delighted smile, your hand shyly curled around his, your skin unblemished and soft. Cregan hadn’t touched a woman as silky as you, and it made his blood run hot — an inopportune time, given that it was in the midst of his wedding feast. “Thank you, my Lord.” You weren’t sure if you were permitted to abandon formalities just yet.

Cregan huffed, gaze twinkling with amusement as he let your smaller hand hold his own, digits tenderly caressing over your knuckles. “I would hope that you only call me ‘my Lord’ if you’re angry with me,” His chest rumbled with an affectionate sound. “You aren’t in King’s Landing anymore.”

Embarrassment rippled through you, but before you could correct yourself out of anxiousness, Cregan gingerly squeezed your hand. Instead, it evoked a smile from you, the very same tender expression you’d given him when you were proclaimed as his wife. “I will call you husband when I am pleased with you.” You mused, bright as could be, and so blissfully naive.

Often regarded as a brooding, serious man with little traces of humor, Cregan found himself letting his guard down just enough with you. Of course, to any observer, he still seemed rather stoic, but the brief, fleeting looks he gave you, the threadbare smiles — it suggested otherwise.

As the excitable buzz of the feast began to simmer, Cregan stood from the table, wood scraping across the stone floors of the Great Hall. He stepped away from you, sparing the servants and guardsmen a word before he returned to your side.

“Is there not to be a bedding ceremony?” You whispered, stomach still tight and festering with nervousness. It was something you feared since you last saw Aegon and Helaena be hauled away for such a thing. The concept of it frightened you, twisted and unusual.

With furrowed brows, Cregan shook his head, offering his thick arm out for you to take. “No,” He grunted, noticing the swell of anxiousness etched into your features. “I would never subject you to such a thing, or myself.” He murmured, feeling you take his arm as he led you from the Great Hall.

Relief flooded through you, and you finally relaxed, seemingly appreciative of Cregan’s thoughtfulness in the matter. “Thank you, husband.” You sighed, gripping onto his arm as he led you into a warm corridor and towards a massive spiral of thick, stone steps.

Though, you still had a duty to perform — consummating the marriage, creating an heir. Part of you feared what it all entailed, given that Helaena never seemed pleased with any of it. Would he hurt you? You were uncertain, but you wanted to believe that your new husband would keep you safe.

Cregan welcomed you into your marital chambers, tidied and polished for your stay. Whatever belongings you brought with you, they were situated near a set of fine, wooden chairs circled around a stone table. Everything seemed warm and comely in his quarters, the direwolf aesthetic heavy-handed, the hearth crackling and bursting with ripples of fire.

“If there is something not to your liking, inform me — I will have it rearranged,” Cregan rumbled, following in your footsteps as you neared the open hearth, warming your hands and basking in its glow. He stood close to you, towering over you with his bulk and might. “How are you?” He asked, ensuring your comfort above all else.

There was little need for the hearth when Cregan was near, radiating a natural heat that drew you in. His countenance seemed softer, not nearly as impassive as he’d been before. “I am more than fine, I promise.” You assured him, hands wringing together. “I thought that I would miss home, but I do not. Isn’t that terrible?”

Perplexed, Cregan seemed inclined to listen to your elaboration, chestnut tresses framing his face. “It isn’t a terrible thing, princess. I would imagine that it must be freeing, to be somewhere else. You’ve never left the capital.” He replied, knowing that you were quite sheltered for most of your life.

A soft sigh escaped you, and you tried not to think about it anymore. You didn’t want to sour the mood with talk of home and the past — this was now. “It is liberating,” You confessed, craning to look at him with a semblance of wonder and affection. “I am happy that I’m here with you.” You spoke with genuineness and finality.

It was pleasing to hear you say such a thing, and even better to know that you truly meant it. One thick, burly arm slowly encircled your hips, bringing you into the warm expanse of his chest. “Good,” He murmured, expression steely. “That pleases me greatly.”

To know that Cregan valued your happiness was a wonderful feeling — you felt cared for and seen, shrouded within his protectiveness. You imagined that it would be a blissful marriage. “Thank you, Cregan.” His name slipped from your perfect tongue, and he thoroughly enjoyed the sound it made.

A low rumble vibrated through Cregan’s chest as he drew you as close as he could, tracing his calloused digits along the soft curve of your jaw. “You are very beautiful,” He murmured, timbre edged with a delicious husk that made your knees buckle. You shivered, something that he took note of. “Are you cold, wife?”

You nodded, sucking in a sharp breath when his lips neared yours. “I am.” A squeak escaped you, followed by a steady exhale. You had been kissed before, but the extent of your experience abruptly stopped there. You imagined that you wouldn’t be cold for much longer.

His lips met yours, the kiss tender yet passionate, deepened by your husband. Cregan found your mouth to be most pleasant, pliant and perfectly soft, yet malleable. You reciprocated his kiss, hands moving to press against his chest.

“Will it be painful?” You whispered, likely in an attempt to soothe your gnawing nervousness. Agony was something that didn’t coexist with pleasure, in your mind. You wanted this moment to be special and sacred, binding yourself to your husband.

Cregan hesitated, gently cupping your face with his rough palm, tenderly stroking along your cheek. “I wouldn’t dare harm you, princess. You have my word.” He assured, and it confirmed his suspicions — you hadn’t been with another before. “It might be painful, but I will be gentle. We don’t have to start tonight.”

Admittedly, it was quite the opposite for you — you wanted to start tonight, but you longed for clarification first, and he gave it to you. You shook your head, hands slipping toward the front of his tunic, as if silently pleading with him to stay. “I want to.” You insisted, looking like the picture of innocence.

As much as he liked you sweet and pious, Cregan had a feeling that it would be somewhat different after this. His gray hues swirled with a heavy desire, dropping towards the delicate curve of your mouth. “May I?” It was all that he needed to ask, and as soon as you nodded, he brought you in for a heated kiss.

Despite his appearance, a stone-faced wall of muscle and Northern strength, he was incredibly gentle with you. He held you against him, never tight enough to cause you discomfort, hands softly kneading into your hips. You kissed him back as best as you could, feverishly hot, butterflies erupting within your stomach.

His beautiful wife — Cregan could not imagine another, now that he had you in his arms. The way you kissed him was innocuous and tender, as if you were also terrified of making a mistake. Your purity, a precious thing indeed, would be tarnished and dissolved after this evening.

The thought of you, round and swollen with his child, was both tantalizing and tempting — well within his grasp. Cregan wondered if they would take after you, pale-headed with lilac hues, or perhaps himself. If the Gods were good, they would be a blend of the both of you, a dragon and a wolf.

You shivered again when your burly husband curled his hand into the back of your wedding gown, fingers slipping between the gaps, feeling inklings of your bare skin beneath. “I’ll keep you warm, wife.” He rumbled, pressing a kiss against your jaw. It wasn’t from the cold, he knew this, but his honeyed words made you flustered.

He dropped his cloak, allowing the thick curtain of fur to land against the floor. He was impossibly broad, as thick as stone, tunic loose yet snug enough to accentuate his brawn. You felt your breath hitch within your throat, swallowing another barrage of nerves.

Cregan’s mouth assailed your neck, hand peeling away the collar of pale fur in order to reach you. Every kiss was passionate, wrought with need, yet maintained that air of gentleness. Roughness was in his nature, but he wouldn’t dare fall into that pit on your wedding night.

You tasted ambrosial, sweet velvet beneath his lips, which peppered themselves wherever they could. He listened to your soft gasps and needy whines, your hands having curled into the coarse material of his tunic. He wanted to show you just how perfect you really were.

Suddenly, your gown felt much too tight and constricting, as if you would drown within it. You alleviated such sensations by loosening the bodice, tugging on the ivory strings. The fur became unraveled as Cregan gently draped the garment over the back of a chair.

Left in the thin, humble trappings of your smallclothes, nothing more than a corset hugging a linen slip, he silently appraised you with the hunger of a wolf. You appeared to be shy, somewhat coy in his presence as he looked you over, large palms settling against the swell of your hips.

“Why do you shy away?” Cregan murmured, chestnut brows furrowing together, tone one of genuine concern. You were the prettiest creature he’d ever seen — most Targaryens were known for their beauty, but you possessed it both ways, inner and outer, and that only made you more incomparable in his eyes.

Swallowing your nerves, you chewed at the inside of your cheek, hands fidgeting together. “I suppose I worry about what you’ll think,” A sore insecurity, to be sure, but something most young maidens possessed. Cregan’s gray hues softened, one hand stroking along the length of your spine. “That I won’t be suitable.”

A huff escaped him, a threadbare chuckle as he shook his head, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “You worry too much, princess.” That deep, thunderous timbre of his, husky with his Northern accent, shook you right to your core. “You are my wife — and you are perfect.” He assured, kissing along your jaw.

You exhaled, hands reaching for his tunic, wanting to see him without his clothing. There was a rush of warmth that crawled across your flesh, surging through your blood as Cregan pressed endless kisses against your skin. He trailed from jaw to collarbone, hands loosening your corset.

With a brusque tug, your gruff husband tore it from you altogether, tossing the bodice aside. “I will show you how perfect you are.” He rumbled, voice a low, heavy caress near the shell of your ear. You shivered, gaze half-lidded as you tugged insistently at his tunic.

The message was unspoken, but conveyed nonetheless as your mountain of a husband let his hands drop from you, only to tug the coarse, dark linen over his head. He was burly, broad-shouldered and thick with muscle, wisps of chestnut tresses framing his face.

Amusingly enough, Cregan possessed more of a cherubic, youthful face than you expected, yet his nose was slightly crooked from having it broken, faint scars upon his face. His eyes seemed wisened, old beyond his years. He reached for your slip, gathering the material within his hands as he looked to you for consent.

With your confidence rejuvenated, you nodded, breathless and wanton as you assisted him in maneuvering out of your thin smallclothes. The brief lick of chilled air dragged across your bare flesh, causing your nipples to harden, pebbling with the chill.

Fire danced across your physique, tantalizing and gorgeous, beautiful beyond compare. Even Cregan seemed speechless for a beat, throat reverberating with a low grunt as he motioned toward your shared bed.

You half-expected him to pounce on you, grab your hips and stake his claim, but he simply resorted to watching you slide onto the bed, covered in furs of all varieties. The frame rustled slightly, and you laid down, a picture of true perfection. Your crown of pale tresses seemed to stick out amidst the darker pallor of the furs.

Anticipation churned violently within your gut, arousal slick and mounting between your thighs as Cregan stalked closer, removing clothing in the process. You watched with bated breath as he loosened the ties of his breeches, removing them altogether.

It was to be expected — a man of his indomitable stature likely had the assets to accompany it. You nearly choked at the sight of him, terrified that it really would hurt, even if he was gentle. You sucked in a sharp breath, bewildered when he had reclined beside you instead.

“I won’t bite, my Lady.” Cregan rumbled, soothingly patting his lap as you crawled closer. He effortlessly picked you up, letting you straddle his hips as he admired you from below. “Hm.” With a hum of approval, he caressed along your form, stroking from your thigh to your breasts.

It was agonizingly deliberate, made to explore and study instead of acting upon salacious impulses. Cregan observed you closely, palm gently cupping your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple. You gasped, careening into his sensual embrace.

A flurry of desire bubbled within him when you planted your smaller hand atop his, as if encouraging him to knead and grope at his leisure. He seemed pleased, and so did you, a low hum escaping you as he caressed your silky flesh.

He made sure to show that same amount of attention to your unattended breast, slowly kneading into you. Those tempestuous gray hues never tore themselves away from you, boring into you with a searing intensity.

Warm slick coalesced between your thighs, only mounting and growing when he continued to touch you, hand lifting to cup your chin. You absentmindedly leaned into his touch, eyes becoming half-lidded as you rocked forward within his lap.

The sensations you felt were new and exhilarating, goosebumps dancing across your spine, heat pooling between your legs. “May I touch you?” You asked, tone delicate and sweet, a display of your piety and innocence. He quite enjoyed your desire to explore alongside him, and he gave a nod of his head.

“You don’t need to ask, princess.” He soothed, jaw tensing as your soft palms settled against his chest. Cregan’s stormy eyes didn’t leave you, carefully tracing each plane of your curves, the downy texture of your skin, the lilac glint of your eyes.

Your fingertips dragged across his musculature, committing each scar to memory, features becoming hot beneath his incendiary stare. He was your husband now — you imagined that scenarios like these would become commonplace. “You are so handsome,” You whispered incredulously, lips curling into a gentle smile. “Perfect.”

Cregan appeared perplexed, a soft huff escaping him as he trailed his calloused palm across the small of your back. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had called him perfect and meant it — and he knew that you did. He neglected to act, allowing you to explore as much as you pleased.

Awestruck, he watched with silent hunger as you leaned down, lips pressing against his own. A soft grunt escaped Cregan as he caged you in, mouth passionate as it tangled with yours. He enjoyed the feeling of your body snug atop his, your skin resplendent, like velvet against the grating bite of stone.

Dragging a hand from the swell of your hips to the nape of your neck, he gripped the base of your skull, gingerly kneading into your pale tresses. He kissed you again, oozing with desire as he stole every wisp of air from your lungs.

He pulled one leg up into a v-shape, supporting your back to keep you upright atop his lap. You could feel the thick girth of his cock nudge against your backside, causing you to shiver at the foreign sensation. “Do you trust me?” Cregan murmured, roughened fingertips dragging over the pliant flesh of your thigh.

There was an indiscernible look within his eyes, chestnut brows drawing together slightly. Your breath hitched as you nodded, and Cregan settled against the furs, strewn on his back. Those strong hands of his continued to nudge you forward, bringing you from his warm lap to his chest, and then a touch closer.

“What are you …” Uncertain yet filled with exhilaration, you had no idea what Cregan was planning. Your slick cunt neared his mouth, and your Northern paramour did little to slow the process, bumping you forward until you hovered above him. “C—Cregan, C —” Your voice tapered off into a whine.

His tongue raked hot embers across your cunt, a sensation that immediately made your knees buckle. You used the headboard to brace yourself, mouth tearing open as a strangled gasp escaped you. Part of you feared sitting down entirely, but Cregan coaxed you down, hands digging into your haunches.

Your reaction was beyond worthwhile, body trembling and coiled, hand scrambling to brace yourself as the other fervently dug into his chestnut tresses. You never imagined that such pleasure was even possible, filling you with an excitable ecstasy that sank into your bones.

Splitting past your folds, Cregan tasted every inch of you, tongue seeking your cunt with a fervor. He was vigorous in his ministrations, not shying away from consuming every drop of your arousal. His nose brushed against your mound, hands kneading into your thighs to reassure you, let you know that he had you.

Even when he rested beneath you, he still seemed indomitable, perhaps a touch intimidating. You didn’t look down, body involuntarily trembling and rocking forward, back beginning to arch. “Gods, a—ah!” You stammered, thighs twitching and quivering as his tongue gently flicked over your clit.

Visibly flustered, you felt so strange and smitten, riding your husband’s face as you would your dragon. It filled your belly with a rousing fire, one bright enough to consume the rest of your body, licking along the length of your spine.

A low rumble emerged from Cregan’s chest, a vibration that rattled you to your core. He wanted you to have your fill, take as much as you could and drown within pleasure. Your maidenhead was still intact, a virtue that he did not treat lightly. He didn’t feel the need to breathe, lapping at your cunt with a wolfish gluttony.

You were undeniably soaked, like a fine stout upon his tongue as he devoured you. Cregan was passionate, each stroke of his tongue ensuring that you felt it all, bliss erupting throughout your stomach.

Chasing after what you imagined to be your release, you happened to peer down for a moment, finding the contented face of your husband, whose face was lodged between your legs. His brows were creased in concentration, tongue prodding against your entrance before languidly flicking back to your clit.

It was only when he pursed his lips around that sensitive clutch of nerves, that you nearly collapsed around him. Even your draconic blood could melt, tempered by the hardened ice of your Northern paramour. You gasped, hips stuttering as your thighs squeezed at either side of his head — fortunately, he didn’t seem to care.

The only thing you wanted was this, forever — your husband’s tongue between your legs, a sanctuary in the North with a potential family, a life in which you could finally find your solace. You continued to squirm and writhe, moaning his praises into the warmth of your chambers.

As you approached your peak, you grappled with Cregan’s tresses, tugging at the root as you rocked forward, again and again. “Cregan,” You moaned, countenance contorting into a look of sheer pleasure, bones crawling with an insatiable heat. “Cregan, Cregan, please!” It was a siren’s song of desire.

He did not stop, but he didn’t change course, either. Instead, he simply continued on, suckling at your clit as he intermingled it with timed laps of his tongue. Your release slammed into you, white-hot and blistering, gnawing away at your stomach as that coil of heat effectively snapped.

A whine emerged from you, one that was nearly breathless as you rocked forward again, legs shaking from ecstasy as you rode out your peak. Cregan, ever the dutiful husband, lapped at your nectar, savoring the taste, the scent of a pleasurable aftermath.

“What —” You had to catch your breath again, attempting to recuperate as you sat back on his chest instead, thick, burly muscle plentiful enough to cushion you. “Where did you learn how to do that?” It was an innocuous question, one so sweetly-spoken that it nearly caused Cregan to chuckle.

He did, however, smile — a rare, sentimental gesture reserved only for you. It was threadbare, and if it weren’t for the nature of your relationship, one might’ve thought him to be rugged and indifferent. “You need only ask, princess, and I will oblige.” His voice was a deep rumble that warmed your insides.

You thoroughly enjoyed the nickname of princess — a term of endearment given your status, but you were a princess no longer. “I am a lady of the North now, aren’t I? A princess no longer,” You proclaimed, skin shimmering with perspiration. “What will you call me, now?” You asked.

“Hm,” Cregan contemplated, pressing a kiss against your leg before he sat up enough to have a good look at you, chin still glistening with your slick. The sight was lewd, enough to make you unbelievably flustered as he grew closer, nearly chest-to-chest with you. “Lady Stark would suffice.” He murmured.

Something amorous burned within you, a smolder that soon turned to ignited sparks. “It would please me greatly.” You hummed, running your hands over his biceps before Cregan gently changed places with you, moving you beneath his bulk, comfortable upon your back.

Soft was a mere understatement — he could feel himself melt. It was not your dragon’s blood or heat that made him crumble, but your heart. He could imagine you as the mother of his children, belly round with his heirs, the Lady of Winterfell, a Hightower no longer.

He settled between your legs, and you gasped when his cock gently glided against your slick core. Cregan knew to temper himself, to be as gentle as he could with it being your wedding night, but his resolve was steadily diminished in your presence. He steeled himself, pressing a string of kisses along your body.

Without thinking, you unconsciously goaded Cregan into a point of near-frenzy. Your hands found the taut, trunk-like muscle of his biceps, visage filled with a sense of awe and adoration. “A child would please me greatly.” You confessed, having no clue what it would do to your husband.

Cregan stopped, digits curling into the thick furs on either side of your head. It took every fiber of his being not to fuck you then and there — and he wouldn’t, it wasn’t right for him to take your maidenhead with such roughness. His fantasy became reality, a visceral, beautiful vision that made him grunt, jaw unnaturally tense.

His rough palm soothingly stroked along your thigh, lust swelling within him like a blizzard, a violent storm of need that transcended all bonds of propriety. “Does Lady Stark want me to put a pup in her belly?” Cregan rumbled, tempestuous hues ignited with a fire that demanded to be extinguished, sending shockwaves right to your core.

You swallowed the growing lump within your throat, shuddering at the sound of his voice — an edged husk, like the rumbling of thunder before a deluge or the shaking of a mountain. “Yes,” You exhaled, searching his countenance, only to find desire. “I would.”

The Gods were testing him, aiming to see if he would break beneath the pressure, but he refused. Cregan lowered himself over you, lips molding themselves against yours in a hot kiss. Your hands remained poised atop his biceps, barely able to wrap themselves around the thick, corded muscle.

He wasn’t much of a talker, and it quickly dwindled into deep grunts and heavier sighs as he aligned his cock with your entrance. He made sure to part your legs, keeping them spread as he began to push inside of you. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, startled at the twinge of pain, the discomfort of it all.

Cregan despised the mere thought of causing you harm, and even he was willing to end it all then and there. “We don’t have to continue, beloved.” He rumbled, pressing a soothing string of kisses along your face. The endearing nickname made you preen, nails digging into his arms.

“No, I — I’m well enough,” You breathed, insistent on continuing. Cregan deliberated, but when you let out a low whine, he obeyed your command. “Gods, I need you, Cregan.” Pitched with a wanton resonance, you urged him to keep going.

Your neediness made his blood run hot, and he nodded, sluggishly resuming his pace. He continued to tilt his hips forward, cock feeding into you, inch by agonizing inch. Cregan felt the desperate bite of your nails clutching into muscle, leaving behind angry crescents.

You were never fully warned of the pain, the discomfort that accompanied pleasure. It was always sold as some fantasy, particularly for men — nights of heavenly passion resulting in bliss. For you, it was simply a marital duty to provide your husband with an heir, but this transcended that. Passion and affection sparked between the both of you, and it felt right.

As Cregan finally bottomed out inside of you, he allowed you time to fully adjust, rocking into you at a lackadaisical pace. He continued to shower you in kisses, wherever his lips could reach, giving particular affection to the crook of your neck.

Whatever discontent you felt, you hastily pushed it aside, tossing it into the recesses of your mind. Instead, you focused on him — on how incredible he made you feel, the warmth you experienced in his presence. One of your hands slipped to thread within his chestnut tresses, mouth agape.

You took him so well — better than expected, and it filled him with a sense of pride and ardor. Cregan pressed hungry kisses along your throat, nose buried into the hollow of it, right beneath your jugular. He continued to go slow, afraid of causing you further pain.

Cregan repositioned his hand, leaving one lodged beside your head, the other sinking into your haunch, digits tenderly kneading into your thigh. It was an offer of reassurance, and he watched your countenance shift from discontented to relaxed.

“Move,” The sharpness of your command brought him to heel, and he very nearly smiled — it was there, the ghost of it toying at his lips. Bringing his hips back and then forward, you moaned, knowing that the sting of pain would soon blossom into pleasure. “Please.”

Molten heat swirled within the pit of your stomach, arousal thick between your legs as Cregan began to find his pace, a rhythm that shook you to your core. He was so very gentle, even for a man of his herculean mass and muscle. He took care of you, soothingly caressing your thigh as he thrusted into you.

His cock filled you completely, a stretch that would take you more than just one night to adjust to. Your maidenhead was gone, your cunt tight around his length, pulling him in again and again.

Cregan’s breathing became heavier, somewhat labored as he consummated your union. Each snap of his hips held meaning, beyond the creation of an heir. It was tenuous with feelings, a burning sentiment he felt for you, ardor that had grown into a fire.

Admittedly, his mind was hazy, fueled by desire and the mere thought of you wanting a child — you had asked it of him, demanded, and he was at your mercy. Cregan couldn’t have gotten any luckier with you, the most resplendent woman he’d ever seen.

Imagining you full and round, still as lovely as the day he set his eyes upon you, a mother and a dragon — it was nothing short of true perfection. He chased after it, evident by the growing vigor and passion in each thrust of his hips, cock nearly tearing you into two.

No matter how gentle and careful Cregan was with you, it was to no avail, but you no longer cared. “Cregan,” You moaned, lifting one leg to hitch it around his waist, and that only seemed to further spur him on, allowing him to hit new depths. His throbbing length nearly kissed your womb, filling you to the brim. “Cregan!” You cried.

For a moment, you feared being split in-half by your mountain of a husband, but he slowed enough to let you recuperate, throat reverberating with carnal grunts. The rumbling of his chest, the heat that radiated from him in waves — it was all perfect.

It was driving him mad, the way your cunt constricted around his cock, the way in which your back arched from the furs, chest brushing against his. Cregan grunted, jaw set and brows furrowed in concentration as he kneaded into your thigh, something to alleviate his tension.

His thrusts deepened, became passionate and invigorated with love, and each snap of his hips made your head spin with delirium. You were drunk on desire, clinging to him as if you were a drowning maiden, hand splayed against his shoulder.

Whenever he happened to become a touch too vigorous, he felt your nails dig deep into his flesh, leaving behind the reddened marks of your consummation. Cregan was getting close, chest erupting with labored pants as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You moaned, body bending beneath his passion, malleable within his hands. His cock throbbed within you as he sought to spill his seed, face against yours, lips occasionally connecting in a series of sloppy, warm kisses. Everything felt incredible, in ways that you couldn’t comprehend.

He was so burly, a thick wall of impenetrable muscle that seemed to envelop you entirely, shield you from everything else, from all harm. Strands of chestnut stuck to his temples, flesh glittering with perspiration from the exertion of lovemaking, coupled with the heat in your chambers.

With another brusque thrust of his hips, he settled inside of you, reaching his peak with a subtle groan. His seed filled your cunt in hot ropes, more than enough to take, if the Gods were good. Cregan exhaled, feverishly hot as he began to recuperate, neglecting to remove himself from you for a few moments.

“Are you alright?” Cregan murmured, ensuring your wellbeing first, above all else. A stinging soreness settled into your thighs and your core, but you would survive. He didn’t completely obliterate you, thankfully — you wondered what he would be like, unrestrained.

“Yes,” You smiled, visibly flustered beneath the intensity of his stare. “That was incredible.” Your confession made him huff, likely one of amusement as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. Even you glittered with sweat, but that was to be expected.

You already wanted more — and you nearly asked it of him.

Lascivious fantasies took root within your mind, and the mere idea of him being rough and completely domineering made your cunt throb. You could not do it now, given how exhausted you were, but he had certainly unlocked a new side to you, a side that you were unfamiliar with.

Cregan pulled himself from you, propping your hips up beneath a feathered pillow to ensure that his seed would take. He rested beside you, drawing you into the bulk of his muscled arms, allowing you to rest your head against the expanse of his chest. “You were perfect.” He rumbled, roughened digits stroking along your spine.

It pleased you to know that your husband was satisfied with you, much to your delight. “I am glad,” Relief rippled through you as you inched closer, perfectly slotted against his frame. “So were you.” Your pleasant accolades made him smile, fracturing his stony exterior.

“There will be plenty of time for this, that I can promise you,” Cregan was more concerned with getting to know you, his beautiful lady-wife, Lady Stark. “I would like to start with you.” He murmured, savoring the sensation of your fingers tracing across his abdomen.

You blinked, seemingly surprised by Cregan’s genuine interest in you. It made you happy — perhaps you could have both. Moments of learning and moments like these, where you could indulge in pleasure.

“Would it offend you if I asked you to do both?” You questioned, warmth crawling along your body as Cregan squeezed the swell of your hip, gray hues sparkling with a semblance of mirth.

“It wouldn’t,” Cregan mused, timbre dropping to a lull, a husky octave that seemed to envelop you in its stoicism and warmth. “It pleases me to know that Lady Stark possesses the appetite of a dragon.” His teasing made you squirm, but he simply caressed you and held you closer.

With a coy smile, you lifted your head, pressing your lips against his, asserting your still-lingering desire for your husband. “Not a dragon,” Your tone softened with a sweeter resonance. “A wolf.”

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As temperatures rise, more hummingbirds show up. Make sure your nectar and feeders are fresh & clean. 1 part white sugar and 4 parts water is all you need. I love how this female chose the Allura feeder, and how she prefers one side 😃 Stay cool and hydrated!

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Dark family secrets

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North Star

A poem from my new book, Sound Alchemy: A Warrior's Path which is available on Amazon.

A poem from my new book, Sound Alchemy: A Warrior’s Path which is available on Amazon.

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Jewel Sykes, 37: Last Seen At North Carolina Residence

Jewel was last seen at home in February 2023, and her family insists she wouldn't go this long without contacting them.

It was unusual for Jewel Sykes to not be in contact with her mother, Lisa Sykes. Although they would have their mother-daughter quarrels, the pair were close. So, when a few days went by without Lisa being able to connect with Jewel, she became concerned. The last time the 37-year-old was seen was at her residence which she shares with her boyfriend in Halifax County, North Carolina, on February…