Ardith prepared her lady; the dress that she had worn for the wedding ceremony, the floral crown that had sat atop her head, now off to the side. (Y/n) was still finding it hard to believe that she was a married woman; the princess always expecting to be wed by some bishop, under the watchful gaze of God. Yet she had been married under Viking tradition; Ardith having to assure her that all was well. And whether watched over by Christian or Pagan god, she was sure that the union would be blessed.

"You still look worried............."

"I just want to be a good wife. I don't want Ubbe to regret this union. I wish I knew more about.............."

"You know everything you need to know." The older woman assured, as she looked at her lady.

"I always knew that this day would come, and that is why I told you what would happen. Your knowledge of such things is much better than most ladies of your standing. Your husband is a good man, he will know that you are still pure. Just let your body lead you; let his body teach you. But most of all, enjoy yourself............" Ardith explained, as she pulled the simple, light gown, up over (Y/n)'s shoulders.

"Now, if only we could get your groom away from those other men and his ale..........."

"Ahem............" A cough came, interrupting the old maid. The two women turning to see said groom standing in the opening of the tent.

"Husband............."

"Wife..............." Ubbe said, as he made his way further in. The happy crackle of the torch that lit the space, the only sound to be heard, as Ubbe and (Y/n) stood there and looked at one another. The pagan prince, nor the Saxon princess noticing that Ardith had made a discrete exit.

"We're married..........."

"Yes............."

"You look beautiful............" Ubbe continued, as he came to stand in front of her.

"Are you scared.............?"

"A little I suppose. I don't want to disappoint you............."

"You could never disappoint me..............." Ubbe said, as he took her into his arms.

After he had sat with (Y/n) in the gardens, he had been unable to think about anything but her. The way she had smiled at him, been interested in what he had to say about his home; the way that she had defended him, seemed to suggest to Ubbe, that his gods were happy about the match. That they had brought him a good woman, that despite their differences, would make the best wife and mother. The prince finding the breath leave his body, as she had been brought to the ceremony. Ubbe sure that he was in fact, about to marry Freyja, herself.

Slowly he pulled away, his hands moving to rest on her shoulders. His fingers carefully taking hold of the light material that covered her form, before pushing the gown down her arms. His heart beating faster, as the dress fell to the floor. Hvitserk had been teasing him about this moment since (Y/n) had become his bride. His younger brother joking about what she might be like under those heavy gowns she wore; that he would happily take his place, if Ubbe didn't think he was up to performing his husbandly duties. But whatever Ubbe had imagined up until this point, it was nothing compared to the true beauty of the naked woman that stood before him. His hardened cock pressing uncomfortably at the inside of his pants; the prince losing no time in discarding his own clothing. A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, as he watched a blush come to his new bride's cheeks, as she saw his aroused state. The oldest son of Aslaug, taking his princess into his arms, and carrying her to the makeshift bed.

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(Y/n) gasped, as her husband's head disappeared between her legs. Her fingers gripping into his hair, as she felt his mouth, his tongue against her womanhood. The princess sure that her nursemaid had never mentioned this when they had spoke of what would happen when this night came; but she was not about to complain. A soft squeal leaving her lips, as he slowly pushed a finger inside her. The lady able the feel the prince smile against her flesh, as he began to move his hand. Ubbe moving his free hand up to rest on her stomach, as she arched her back; the lady finding that she needed more, that she had to have more.

She could now understand why the women of the court, gossiped as they did about what their men could and could not do in the bed chamber. Even when she was little and could not understand, she would still laugh with the maids in the kitchens, who would joke and giggle about some handsome new guard, or servant that had come into the castle. She would secretly listen to the ladies, as they clucked and complained about their husbands. The more scandalous ones, comparing their spouses most unfavourably, to the younger, more virile men that they would take to their beds when the noble lords were out with her father, hunting. (Y/n) sure that with the way Ubbe was making her feel, she would never need any one but him. That she would never desire the touch of another. Her hand gripping tightly at the furs beneath her, as her body began to tremble, and she felt the most wonderful sensation cloud her mind and vision.

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Slowly Ubbe raised his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. She tasted so good; the prince sure that tasted as sweet as fresh warm honey. And as much as he would like to make her cum again just like this, his own body was screaming at him. He needed to feel himself inside her. He wanted to be the first, the only one that would know how it felt to be sheathed by her. What it was to make her smile, just as she was now.

"I'll be careful............" The prince assured, as he made his way up her body.

"It will only hurt for a moment............" He continued, before positioning himself between her thighs. Ubbe's lips connecting with (Y/n)'s before he carefully began to fill her. A deep moan erupting from his chest, as he felt her grip him tightly. The princess digging her nails into the fresh of his back, as she felt the sting of becoming a woman.