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Becoming Woman Ch. 02 free porn video
Author’s Note: There are no quick fixes here. Becoming Woman is slowly graduating, so don’t complain at the lack of action in this chapter. Instead, bite your tongue and continue on to the next one. This chapter contains pregnancy and birth, you’ve been warned. Also, keep your eyes peeled. I tend to switch between characters quickly in this chapter.
Like most people, I appreciate constructive feedback, but please leave your nasties to yourself.
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‘No! Miss! Get your head out-‘
Deln didn’t bother to knock at the door, and instead walked straight in, to find Morwendor in her satin gown, her head submerged in a bathtub.
Attending to his own duties in the morning, Deln had come to relieve the elderly nurse at midday. After spending all his free afternoons in the last week with the girl, it’d become clear to him that she’d been living under a rock or with a pack of wolves her whole life. She really was as wild as he’d thought when they’d first met, hardly able to stay stationary, knowing barely any English, and having no social sense, whatsoever.
Every day, when the porthos root meant to keep her quiet and docile left her system- and it did so at an unusually and irritatingly fast pace- she was up and about, demanding ‘hunt’ and trying to find the route out of the healing houses. Mary surmised rather loudly that it seemed to be only the King’s Bard’s presence that kept her in her room, which only made Deln blush more, though he enjoyed staring into her copper eyes for hours on end. She’d let him at first, lying quietly in bed, staring just as intently back at him. It had been in this way that he’d learned of her basic nature. Every time his attention was drawn away, she’d scramble about in bed, scratching up sheets and pushing pillows over the side. She would then watch him pick up after her. After the third day of this behaviour, though, Morwendor became disinclined to sit still when the sun went down, and it took all his charming and cunning ways to keep her attention until dinner and medicine came again.
‘My Lord, will you please ask her not to drink her bath water?’ Mary asked, wringing her hands, a good few yards safe from the splashing coming from the barrel.
Morwendor could hear the old woman complaining above the water, and cursed that she was making enough noise to make his prey elude him. He wondered when they would let him out to hunt, the small pond-like barrel he’d been given was insufficient. So far, both Mary and Deln had brought him food, and not allowed him to reciprocate. It annoyed him to no end, but they kept pointing at the bed and ordering him under the sheets when he offered to hunt for them.
He thought he’d done well so far, it had taken little time to figure out how to use the limbs gifted to him, and though most of their words still confused him, the tall blonde man was willing to repeat himself with a seemingly limitless amount of patience.
When Deln had started spending his afternoons in the same room, Morwendor assumed he was guarding him, but the days wore on, and he’d begun to indulge in silly games to both amuse himself and test the man’s interest in staying by his side. If he wasn’t careful, Morwendor knew he’d be found out, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. He had to leave as soon as an opportunity presented itself, regardless how much he liked Deln’s company.
Chuckling to himself, Deln walked to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder, careful to avoid the long white bandage strapped over her back. Morwendor flicked her head out of the water, soaking him magnificently in the process, but he’d learned the hard way not to break her gaze, and stared back into her wondering bright orange eyes.
‘Thirsty?’
‘Firsty?’ Morwendor repeated in the same tone, looking uncertainly at him.
Deln had also learned when the girl was behaving like a trained parrot, and shaking his head, squatted next to her. Cupping one hand in the water, he brought it to his lips and pretended to drink, all the while her copper eyes on him.
‘Thirsty,’ he said slowly, pointing at his throat and stomach.
Clicking her tongue, Morwendor shook her head at him, giving him a look that told him he ought to know better.
‘No Firsty. Fish!’ she exclaimed, and made a snapping movement with her jaws.
Deln startled at the sharp clacking of her teeth, but couldn’t help but continue smiling at her. Her simplicity astounded him, but her theory was still sound.
‘Fish later,’ he replied, offering her a hand up, ‘now is bath-time.’
Morwendor took the Minstrel’s hand and stood, dripping in her dress.
‘Say again.’
‘Bath-time,’ he indulged.
‘Ba-‘
Morwendor reached up and touched his mouth, her wet hand on his lips, and blushing again, Deln obliged, making the ‘th’ sound she was struggling with.
‘Ba-th-time.’
‘Very good, and now try ‘thirsty’.’
Morwendor’s expression darkened instantly, and she seethed through her teeth, but as she exhaled, her features relaxed again, and she repeated ‘bath-time’ and ‘thirsty’ for the man. He’d gotten somewhat used to the flashing anger, knew it was instinctual to her, but it was something she was quickly trying to control in front of the nurses.
‘Sir, I don’t know how you’ve the patience for it,’ Mary grumbled, walking toward him with a towel. ‘She’s more of a handful than both the twins when they were younglings.’
Deln took the offered towel and rubbed it over his face while Morwendor watched, enthralled.
‘They haven’t changed in adulthood, but it’s really no trouble at all. I should take my leave, though, Mary. Morwendor,’ he said, handing the towel back to Mary, ‘clothes come off,’ he instructed, lifting an imaginary dress off himself, ‘and then get in the tub and use this, yes?’ he asked, pointing to the bar of yellow soap.
‘Yes,’ Morwendor repeated, wrinkles of concentration between her brows, and she took hold of the hem of her skirt.
‘Wait! Not yet, Miss! Wait for Master Deln to leave first!’ the healer yelled in a panic, dropping the towel and grabbing the raised hem and pulling it back down.
‘And that is my cue,’ the bard said, chuckling softly, and waved as he walked to the door. ‘Morwendor, be good and I will bring fish.’
Morwendor nodded again and waved back cheerfully with one small, skirt filled fist.
Deln wandered to his study, humming a simple tune as he walked. He had a feeling Morwendor’s bath was going to take a while, and decided to check on his duties again before heading to the kitchen.
‘Melnin?’
A young man looked up from his study desk, and gave him a welcoming smile.
‘Hello, Sir, how are you? You’re wet!’
‘Quite the observant one, Melnin,’ he responded dryly. ‘Any orders from the court?’
His apprentice nodded, still shocked, and scrabbled around his desk for a piece of parchment. As soon as he found it, he held it out to his Master.
‘A sonnet for Constance, requested by Tam, one of the castle guards.’
Deln skimmed the poem, impressed with his apprentice’s work.
‘There are more than a dozen better words for bloom, choose one,’ he replied after reading it for the second time. ‘Or don’t. Either way, I’m sure her heart will beat a faster rhythm upon reading it.’
‘Sir?’
‘Yes, Melnin?’
Melnin was staring at him as he handed the parchment back, and Deln realised why, heat rising in his cheeks. He’d been on the receiving end of a few of Morwendor’s warning nips since he’d been spending his time with her. While most of them were on his forearms, hidden under his tunic, he remembered receiving one just above his collar after getting caught curling a lock of her hair behind her ear when he thought she was sleeping.
‘I didn’t realise you’d taken a lover, Sir,’ the young man quipped with a raised eyebrow, and Deln’s blush darkened a little further. ‘But
it does explain your afternoon absences. Have you been dallying in the gardens?’
‘That’s none of your business until you come of age, young man,’ he retorted quickly, admonishing himself for nurturing his apprentice’s wit. ‘Now, I want you to work on that harp duet. The Prince and Princess are due to perform for the court at Yule, and I want the King to be impressed with their performance.’
‘Sir, they’ve barely practised what I’ve written so far,’ the young bard pouted, taking his seat again.
‘Then you must ensure the melody sounds impressive, to cover the musicians’ laziness.’
‘Aye, Sir.’
Melnin couldn’t suppress his smile as his Master turned on his heel and made his speedy exit.
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Bathing was a lengthy affair, Mary learned, and a messy one, as the girl seemed to thoroughly enjoy getting soap and water everywhere but herself. By the time she was clean, dry and in a new house dress, it was almost sunset. Deln had returned to her room, as promised, with a plate of whole fish, cooked medium-rare. It was a compromise they’d agreed upon earlier, as he refused to give her the fish raw, and she refused to eat crispy meat. But of course, it resulted in another warning bite.
He knew it was odd, not to mention against the law for a woman to lay a hand on a man, but the funny thing he found about her bites, was that they weren’t sharp and painful, she just held onto him with her pointed teeth until she felt he’d learned his lesson, and then she’d let go again. So it didn’t bother him as it might if he were someone else. And aside from the sight of the marks, it was that thought alone that stuck with him.
‘You’ll have visitors soon,’ he remarked quietly, and she nodded, muttering a stilted ‘thank-you’ for the meal, and he sat in the wooden chair by the bed to watch her eat.
The only time Morwendor ever blushed and became shy was when Deln brought her food, and he wondered at it, the light pink gracing her pale cheeks as she crunched happily through the sharp bones.
Watching her struggle with the fork and knife made him smile. She really was quite wild, using only her hands and teeth to cut through the flesh the first time he’d given her meat. At first she’d bitten and hissed when he insisted she use cutlery, but a week of practice, more patience, and she could successfully use the tools, even if it did still take twice as long.
‘Remember to call them Majesty or Highness. Their names are important to remember, but their titles are more important.’
‘Yes. Majesty, Highness,’ Morwendor repeated.
‘Good, but don’t speak with your mouth full of food.’
Morwendor swallowed.
‘Yes.’
‘And bow when you meet them,’ he added quickly, realising just how much etiquette Morwendor wouldn’t understand.
‘Why?’
‘Because they are the rulers of this land,’ he replied, but the girl frowned. ‘Because they deserve our respect and allegiance.’
Morwendor huffed but said nothing, instead shoved another forkful of fish into his mouth. He hated it when the man used such long words, it made him wonder if he was ever going to learn everything there was to know about being one of them.
Suddenly stunned at the realisation that he wanted to stay and be part of this home to man, Morwendor stopped moving fork to mouth midway, causing Deln to shuffle uncomfortably. The Bard was quick to put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, pulling Morwendor out of his befuddled thoughts, and he silently returned his attention to food. As soon as he was finished, Deln wiped his hands and face with a damp cloth while he scrunched his nose in retaliation.
A knock came to the door and Deln jumped up, Morwendor watching him move to the door intently. He smelled nervous, jittery even. Deciding it was best to stand as well, Morwendor left his empty plate on the bed and waited beside it, clasping his hands in front of himself.
‘Come in, Sire, Prince Flein, Princess Fohnrir. It is my pleasure to introduce to you, Morwendor.’
Eyes wide, Morwendor stared at the crowned head of King Imlan. He recognised him, but didn’t know when or where from, and felt the same uncertain familiarity with the young man and woman in front of him. They stood just inside the room, smiling at him, and seeing Deln bow gracefully before them, he did the same thing, only to be rushed upon by the girl.
‘Oh, Morwendor! How can we ever repay you? You saved our lives!’ she tittered, and he stiffened to be held so tightly by her.
‘Ah,’ he gasped, trying desperately to quell the instinct to fight back, ‘M-majesty, ah, Highness, DELN!’
Reaching out for the blonde, Deln was at his side in a flash, and Fohnrir pulled back just as quickly, shocked by the sudden, frightened screech. Morwendor immediately curled himself behind the tall blonde, peeking between his arm and side at the shocked faces staring back at him.
‘I’m sorry, your Highness, Morwendor isn’t used to physical contact. She’s quite timid still,’ he explained, and Fohnrir understood at once, taking another step back, she painted a charming smile back on her face.
‘Morwendor,’ the King started, stepping slowly forward with his son, ‘I thank-you from the bottom of my heart for returning my children safely to me. You have done me the greatest service-‘
‘Not for Majesty,’ Morwendor interrupted, stepping around Deln nervously.
He stared at the slack-jawed faces for a moment, and wracked his brain to try to elaborate.
‘For witch, not Majesty,’ he said, frowning to himself. ‘Witch ask for Morwendor service. Witch ask for Morwendor ‘saved our lives’.’
All four continued to stare at him, and he began to feel uncomfortable under their scrutinising gazes.
‘Morwendor, what do you mean, ‘witch’?’ Deln asked quietly, stepping away to stand back with the King.
‘Witch is live in stone forest,’ he said, sucking in his bottom lip, bothered that Deln was frowning and backing away from him. ‘Morwendor owe witch due for magics.’
Deln shook his head, why was this the first time Morwendor was speaking of it?
‘Why didn’t you say something before now?’ he asked, unable to hide the hurt tone from his voice.
Morwendor chewed on his cheek. Seeing the Prince and Princess’ faces had only just undone his blocked memories, but now that he could remember, as soon as he learned their words, he could explain better.
‘Not know word. I no female miss,’ he said in a low voice, already knowing it wasn’t enough.
‘Flein, Fohnrir, go and see to your studies,’ Imlan said quietly.
‘But Papa-‘ Fohnrir started, but didn’t get any further.
‘NOW!’ he barked, making everyone jump.
Flein grabbed his sister’s hand and pulled her from the room. Imlan backed up to the door, and shut it behind them, and then advanced on the girl.
‘Morwendor, tell me everything.’
‘No, Majesty,’ came the quiet reply.
‘Morwendor, you cannot say ‘no’ to the King,’ Deln said from the background, his tone and expression unreadable.
‘Morwendor cannot say ‘no’ to witch,’ Morwendor replied, bowing his head, knowing he was quickly destroying the friendship building between them. ‘Or magic will, will-‘ he made a waving gesture, to which the King nodded his understanding.
Imlan sighed, and leaned against the bedpost. He had a strange feeling he knew the meddling woman the girl was talking about, but he wanted to know what dues she could owe his mother-in-law.
‘Can you tell me what she looked like?’ he asked instead, only to be greeted with a confused look from the girl. ‘Did she have hair the colour of mine, or Deln’s?’ he asked, pointing to their heads.
‘Mary,’ Morwendor exclaimed, nodding, her eyes widening with comprehension. ‘Mary hair.’
‘Grey, and curly,’ Deln offered, when his King gave him the same confused look.
‘But more!’ the girl added, motioning to her hips. ‘More hair!’
‘Aye, gods.
Why didn’t she tell me? I think I know the witch you speak of, Morwendor. What did you owe her?’
Morwendor shook his head. ‘I cannot or magic will-‘
‘Break,’ Deln offered softly, and she nodded.
‘And so she asked you to save my children?’ he asked, gesturing to the door Flein and Fohnrir had just swept out of.
‘Yes.’
‘And kill the men that attacked them?’
‘Yes.’
‘Morwendor, I want you to look me in the eyes when you answer me this,’ he said, stepping forward, as close as he dared to her. ‘Did she tell you when you’d die?’
Morwendor stared at the King. How he’d known the witch’s exact words amazed him.
‘Yes,’ he whispered.
‘Were you going to die during the fight?’
‘Yes.’
Deln sucked in his breath.
‘Truly? Why send a defenceless girl into battle against thirty raiders? I mean no offence, Sire, but she was sent to certain death! If Balron hadn’t found her, she’d be long dead!’
‘Which means Gloria meant for her to be dead. If she doesn’t know Morwendor yet lives, then there may still be a price to pay.’
‘Sire?’ Deln was confused, Gloria was the dead Queen’s mother, Imlan’s mother-in-law.
‘Yes, Deln. After her premonition of her daughter’s death, Gloria retreated into hiding, refusing to have anything to do with her family. That she’s forced this girl to do her bidding for some ‘magic’ that probably doesn’t even exist is despicable. My guess is that she foresaw the attack, she used this girl, wanting her dead, and she was willing to put my children at risk to do so.’
Morwendor watched silently as the two men debated. He understood less than half the words coming quickly out of their mouths, and could only imagine that they were discussing his punishment, or worse, the witch’s. That Deln now hated him for his silence upset him more, but he could do nothing but stand helplessly there while the King and Deln exchanged words in harsh tones.
Before he could stop them, hot tears brimmed at his eyes, and started their speedy descent down his cheeks, making wet trails that dripped from his chin to his chest.
‘Morwendor?!’
Deln was on him in a second, brushing the tears from his face, and he hiccuped, staring up at him through the tears.
‘Deln, I-‘
But the Bard didn’t let him continue, instead crushed his head to his chest, tangling his fingers in his hair.
‘You have nothing to be sorry for, Morwendor. It’s not your fault. The witch tricked you, do you understand? She used you, there is no magic, and you owe her no due,’ he said, but Morwendor shook his head against him, pulling back.
‘No. I owe witch due, magics,’ but Morwendor gave up, unable to find words, and instead threw his arms around the man, not understanding why, but needing to hold him close.
‘I shall confer with Emble,’ Imlan said, watching the two very closely. ‘The hunt for Gloria will begin shortly. I will not have my family’s saviour living in fear. Deln,’ he said, and the blonde turned the embrace he was in around to face his King, ‘keep her close at all times, away from the mountain border. If by stone forest she means the Kraken Caves, Gloria could by hiding anywhere around there, and she could have allies. No-one but whom you trust is to come near her. I will have answers soon.’
Deln nodded, and watched the King leave Morwendor’s room. As soon as they were alone, he swept the girl off her feet, and lowered her onto her bed. Wide copper eyes stared at him through tears, and after wrapping the blanket around her huddled form, he took up the wooden chair next to her.
‘Morwendor, can you tell me what you meant when you said you aren’t a female miss?’ he asked softly, probing those unblinking orange orbs.
‘No. You will-‘
‘Feel nothing bad against you,’ he reassured softly, then offered her a small smile. ‘Besides, I’ve seen you without clothes, and you are definitely a female miss.’
Morwendor searched the man’s face, looking for more than reassurance, but lost himself in the pale blue eyes staring at him.
‘Now I am female miss, before witch I am some-th-ing, no man.’
Wrinkles of confusion crossed between Deln’s eyebrows.
‘What do you mean ‘no man’? Morwendor-‘ but he stopped, and thought back on the last week.
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