his stomach. Seeing a pile of clothes on the bed beside him, he absently grabbed them to tug them on. Blinking as tried to move the shirt, he realized it wasn’t a shirt at all but Pia’s dress. Frowning, he saw his boots on the floor and none of his other clothing.
"Pia," he began, keeping his fur loincloth on as he crossed to the tent’s opening. His armband sparkled in the sunlight as he ducked his head outside. His little bride was nowhere to be seen. "Pia!"
* * * *
Pia smiled and kept walking, hearing Zoran yell her name. A light bounce entered her step. Heading toward the campgrounds, she ignored the other tents. Soon, she was where the giant bonfire had burned so brightly the night before. Its flames were low, almost out.
Grinning like she didn’t have a care in the world, she ignored the stares of awe she received. Somehow the adverse attention was comfortingly familiar to her. She was at ease under the obvious scrutiny and wonder.
Pia saw the platform in the front of the crowd. Councilmen stood to the side of the royal couple, who were seated in the middle. King Llyr and Queen Mede’s crowned heads shone pleasantly. They were dressed in matching purple tunics.
Seeing her attention, the King stopped in mid-sentence and bowed his head regally at her. His eyes clouded in confusion as he took in her attire. Soon all the council was staring at her too. Pia slowly stepped up the stairs and curtsied in her oversized breeches. Her bare feet poked out and she tapped her toes absently on the wooden planks.
"Where is Zoran?" the Queen asked, after taking in the woman’s masculine attire.
Pia smiled and gave an impish shrug. Her voice clear, she said, "In bed. I guess he overslept."
The crowd laughed. The King gulped in discontentment. The Queen stiffened, her brow knitting ever so slightly in worry.
Pia’s smile wavered at the sound of amusement. She expected to be funny, but the sound of the crowd’s laughter was growing on mocking. She glanced behind her at them and then back to the King and Queen. The crowd grew quieter, edging closer to hear anything she might say. "I was told I was to come and--"
"Excuse me," Zoran announced, giving a quick wave to the crowd. They cheered him like he was a hero, even as they laughed in good humor. He stepped arrogantly up behind his naughty wife.
Pia shut her eyes, suppressing the grin that tried to spread over her features as she heard the crowd reel in amusement. She wondered if he wore the dress.
Zoran, still wearing his fur loincloth, bowed to his parents. The King’s eyebrows shot up and Zoran shrugged dismissingly.
"We will be back to report in just a moment," Zoran announced clearly. The crowd laughed louder, enjoying the great comedy of the morning event.
Pia finally got the courage to look at him. He was eyeing his tunic on her. With a grunt, he threw her over his shoulder. Pia screamed, her shout of displeasure causing the crowd to fall in on itself. The laughter grew by leaps and bounds.
King Llyr looked at his wife. Mede’s eyes widened and she tossed her hand. She shook her head, at a loss for words.
Zoran didn’t say a thing as he carried Pia back to his tent. Even under the tunic, he felt the slender press of her hips to his shoulder. If he turned his head, he could take a playful bite of her tender hip. It was hard, but he refrained.
Before Pia knew what was happening, he dropped her to the ground and stripped the tunic off of her back in one swift movement. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her naked breasts. Pia frowned, turning to hide them from him. Zoran instantly pulled the loose breeches from her hips to bare her backside.
Pia gasped in outrage. She would’ve run, but he grabbed her to him, causing her to shudder. He was naked and pressed intimately against her backside. The hard length of morning arousal burned into her flesh.
"I’ll have to punish you publicly for that stunt, wife," he said darkly into her ear before biting
"Pia," he began, keeping his fur loincloth on as he crossed to the tent’s opening. His armband sparkled in the sunlight as he ducked his head outside. His little bride was nowhere to be seen. "Pia!"
* * * *
Pia smiled and kept walking, hearing Zoran yell her name. A light bounce entered her step. Heading toward the campgrounds, she ignored the other tents. Soon, she was where the giant bonfire had burned so brightly the night before. Its flames were low, almost out.
Grinning like she didn’t have a care in the world, she ignored the stares of awe she received. Somehow the adverse attention was comfortingly familiar to her. She was at ease under the obvious scrutiny and wonder.
Pia saw the platform in the front of the crowd. Councilmen stood to the side of the royal couple, who were seated in the middle. King Llyr and Queen Mede’s crowned heads shone pleasantly. They were dressed in matching purple tunics.
Seeing her attention, the King stopped in mid-sentence and bowed his head regally at her. His eyes clouded in confusion as he took in her attire. Soon all the council was staring at her too. Pia slowly stepped up the stairs and curtsied in her oversized breeches. Her bare feet poked out and she tapped her toes absently on the wooden planks.
"Where is Zoran?" the Queen asked, after taking in the woman’s masculine attire.
Pia smiled and gave an impish shrug. Her voice clear, she said, "In bed. I guess he overslept."
The crowd laughed. The King gulped in discontentment. The Queen stiffened, her brow knitting ever so slightly in worry.
Pia’s smile wavered at the sound of amusement. She expected to be funny, but the sound of the crowd’s laughter was growing on mocking. She glanced behind her at them and then back to the King and Queen. The crowd grew quieter, edging closer to hear anything she might say. "I was told I was to come and--"
"Excuse me," Zoran announced, giving a quick wave to the crowd. They cheered him like he was a hero, even as they laughed in good humor. He stepped arrogantly up behind his naughty wife.
Pia shut her eyes, suppressing the grin that tried to spread over her features as she heard the crowd reel in amusement. She wondered if he wore the dress.
Zoran, still wearing his fur loincloth, bowed to his parents. The King’s eyebrows shot up and Zoran shrugged dismissingly.
"We will be back to report in just a moment," Zoran announced clearly. The crowd laughed louder, enjoying the great comedy of the morning event.
Pia finally got the courage to look at him. He was eyeing his tunic on her. With a grunt, he threw her over his shoulder. Pia screamed, her shout of displeasure causing the crowd to fall in on itself. The laughter grew by leaps and bounds.
King Llyr looked at his wife. Mede’s eyes widened and she tossed her hand. She shook her head, at a loss for words.
Zoran didn’t say a thing as he carried Pia back to his tent. Even under the tunic, he felt the slender press of her hips to his shoulder. If he turned his head, he could take a playful bite of her tender hip. It was hard, but he refrained.
Before Pia knew what was happening, he dropped her to the ground and stripped the tunic off of her back in one swift movement. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her naked breasts. Pia frowned, turning to hide them from him. Zoran instantly pulled the loose breeches from her hips to bare her backside.
Pia gasped in outrage. She would’ve run, but he grabbed her to him, causing her to shudder. He was naked and pressed intimately against her backside. The hard length of morning arousal burned into her flesh.
"I’ll have to punish you publicly for that stunt, wife," he said darkly into her ear before biting
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