The Wedding and Honeymoon #3
Rathnon shook his head. He pantomimed his bow and arrow, showing he would hunt for their dinner.
Ilona wasn’t used to having time on her hands without tasks to complete.
After arriving in Norway, she had been busy every moment until today.
How long will we stay in the forest? Will Rathnon be called back into service to the king?
She hoped the king would nae call him to leave her soon.
Ilona realized she would feel lost if he left her.
How have I come to rely on him so quickly?
Rathnon sat up, stood, and pulled her up to him.
“Let us hunt for our dinner.” Ilona nodded, and they returned to their campsite, where Rathnon picked up his bow and arrows.
While they searched a new area, Rathnon shot more rabbits for dinner, and Ilona collected berries and herbs.
While Rathnon dressed the rabbits, Ilona cleaned the skins and stretched the furs using willow branches.
She hung them from a low-hanging pine branch to dry and to prevent them from getting dirty.
These would be perfect to use for Rathnon’s tunic jacket she had made. Ilona wanted to edge the hood, sleeves, and bottom hem with fur. The jacket would look marvelous on him and provide additional warmth in the winter weather.
When they returned to the longhouse, Ilona would begin work on a thick, warm tunic.
While they waited for the meat to roast, Ilona asked, “Rathnon, what colors do ye like best for yer shirt?” She pointed to his tunic and then the blue sky, the brown dirt, and a green leaf.
Then, she gestured that the weather was cold, hugging her arms, to try to indicate warm clothing.
Rathnon pointed to the brown dirt first and found a darker green leaf as a second choice.
They ate the rabbit with potatoes they’d brought from the longhouse and roasted, and with their tea, they ate the berries Ilona had collected.
While she washed their dishes by the burn, Rathnon stoked the fire and added more wood to smoke the remaining meat.
He added more pine branches under their furs, making their mattress plumper and softer. Rathnon placed a clean sheet over the furs and the additional folded blankets and furs to the side within arm’s reach.
In the evening, Ilona wandered into the forest before sitting beside Rathnon. He gently unbound her hair and brushed it for her, having already removed his shoes and socks and pants, wearing only his tunic.
He gently pulled off Ilona’s dress, shoes, and socks. Her breath quickened as his hand brushed against her skin. She lay down, and her hair fanned out, spilling like a cascading waterfall over the bedding.
Rathnon smiled at her with a smoldering glint in his eye.
He started by kissing her fingertips, then moved up her arms to her collarbone.
Then he kissed her from her feet up her legs.
He pulled her tunic off and looked at her, reveling in seeing his naked wife beneath him.
Ilona tried to cover herself using her long, thick hair, but he moved her hands back.
“You give me pleasure, wife, to gaze at you. Do not cover yourself. Clothes impede what I want to do to you.”
Ilona trembled under his hungry gaze. Then she surprised him by pulling him down on top of her and rolling them over on their sides.
Rathnon gazed at her, smiling, wondering what she had in mind for him.
She continued her exploration from this morning and trailed soft kisses over his arms, his chest, his neck.
Ilona caressed her hands up and down his legs, savoring each curve of hard muscle and marveling at the contours of his beautiful body.
She tugged at his tunic, and he pulled it off over his head to please her.
In the daylight, her eyes became enormous as she saw his erection. How could it have fit inside me?
Ilona gazed intently at him and gently touched his erection, driving him wild, but he remained unmoving.
She marveled at the softness of his skin, but also how heavy and iron-hard when she held it in her hand.
Inflamed with need, it was torture for him to lie still under her delicate touches that teased his need of her.
Ilona moved her attention up his body and slid her hands under his arms, tickling him.
She delighted in finding a spot that caused him to laugh and squirm.
In a moment, the tables were turned. Rathnon clenched both of her hands in one of his and kissed her lips, then down her neck to her breasts.
Now it was her turn to squirm under him, Rathnon drove her wild to be ready for him.
Moaning with pleasure and writhing underneath him, he finally entered her, and Ilona called his name with urgent need.
He thrust in slowly and pulled back, and Ilona urged him on, meeting his thrusts.
The pleasure built for both of them. Their releases shattered at the same time, leaving them breathless.
The white-hot lightning coursing through Ilona was more pleasurable than yesterday, and relief filled her when she experienced nae further pain.
Relaxed, they held each other and fell asleep.
Rathnon awakened her hours later to take her to the heights of passion time and time again. The last time, shortly before sunrise.