My dreams were those of peace, comfort, and warmth. My senses were overwhelmed with Jasper's scent, fresh earth, a smell I had become accustomed to and enjoyed while living under the protection of the Orruk.

I couldn't tell you what I dreamed of, only that I felt right with the world. My worries about marriage, consummation, and the safety of my Orruk husband, whose love was so wholesome and tender, had melted away.

I was at peace. A familiar beat drummed beneath me. The sound was soft but grew clearer as my mind floated to consciousness. As my body stirred, it began to sense the room around me.

The warmth from the nearby hearth licked at my bare skin. Heat rose from underneath my body as well. Most of my skin was exposed except my ass. It was shielded by the thin linen Jasper had wrapped around us the night before.

My fingers curled, noticing they were entangled in something... hair, Jasper's hair. His broad chest rose and fell rhythmically beneath mine. My body resisted me, not wanting to wake. I was comfortable and content.

My vision was blurred as my eyes adjusted to the light. It was now morning. Somehow I was still in the same position Jasper had placed me in the night before. The memories of what he did to my body flooded back into my mind.

I felt a throbbing between my legs; my pussy ached but was not too painful. Jasper must have noticed me stirring. He traced his rough fingers up my spine before brushing a lock of hair from my face.

He kissed the top of my head and shuffled a bit under me. I was surprised that he was still in bed... only because he stays so busy. He's always up and about early, dealing with one issue or another.

I nestled my face into the crook of his neck, still resisting the urge to sleep. I listened to the familiarity of his body as we lay entangled with one another. He groaned from under me like he wanted nothing more than to stay in this serene moment.

After a bit longer, I forced my legs to shift so that I straddled his pelvis and steadied myself by placing my hands on his bare chest. I could feel his cock throbbing against my ass. I immediately pull the linen around myself.

"Good morning, lady Bloodborne." He grinned, placing his hands on my hips, and giving them a gentle squeeze.

My cheeks began to burn. I did not know what to say after everything we did... All I could do was pull the linen up to my face in response.

Before I knew what was happening, Jasper carefully turned us so that he was on top, pinning my arms to the bed above my head. My body was now exposed to his gaze.

"Jasper... what are you doing?" I groaned in a sleepy voice.

He didn't answer with words. He admired my body and licked his lips before trailing kisses from my chin down the center of my neck. Then between my breasts.

"Did you enjoy last night?" His voice was muffled against my skin.

I grew hot, and my heart quickened at his touch. I didn't understand why I felt flustered. It wasn't like he had not gazed upon every inch of my body the night before. My lack of words did not go unnoticed.

Jasper stopped trailing his lips across my skin. He looked puzzled.

"Is something wrong, woman?"

I shook my head in response.

He continued to examine my face and raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you blushing then, little warrior." He smiled

"Nothings the matter... I'm just... flustered?"

"What's there to be flustered about?"

"You know what..."

He grinned, seemingly proud of his work. "There's no reason to feel embarrassed, Brenna. We are married now. So I'll ask again... Did you enjoy it?"

I nodded as the color of shame painted my cheeks.

He kissed me once more before climbing out the bed.

"My goodness... Do you have no shame?" I laughed.

He hadn't bothered to cover himself. He paused, seemingly confused, before realizing what I was referring to. He grinned, pleased with himself.

He lumbered at the edge of the bed and flexed his arms. I watched as his hardened muscles rippled beneath his skin. I admired the scars on his chest and remembered the first time I met him. My eyes wandered down the trail of hair that started at his naval. He gave me a wink when my eyes snapped back to his face.

"Do you like what you see?"

I continued to blush and pulled the linen back up to my face; His grin widened as he went about his business. I watched as he walked toward the washroom. The stone floor trembled with each step. Now that his back faced me, I saw traces of my fingernails on his skin from last night. I glanced down at his lower half; The man did not have an inch of untoned muscle. Even his ass was toned. One of his thighs had to be nearly as thick as my waist.

I heard a splash echo from the washroom. I kept the linen around me tight as I slipped out of bed, trailing after him. I poked my head in to see him submerged in the hot steaming water in his tub. My gown and veil were gone, and the room was tidied up.

It occurred to me that the servants must have come in while we were still asleep to collect our clothes and draw a bath. I felt red-faced at the thought of them having seen us.

Jasper didn't bother to open his relaxed eyes. I assume he could hear me tiptoeing in, considering his adept hearing. Without opening his eyes, he motioned for me to come to him. I stepped to the side of the tub.

"Join me." He commanded.

I wasn't going to decline him. I let the linen fall to the floor before stepping into the tub. He pulled me onto his lap even though the tub was big enough for us and more.

His fingertips tickled the skin on my forearms as he placed them around his neck. Once there, he submerged his hand under the water and gripped my hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze before he began kissing me.

His cock became harder underneath me. I could tell he wanted to partake in me again. I couldn't deny that I felt sore from the night before, but I yearned for him again.

I scooted myself against his cock to invite his attention. He groaned but continued kissing. He slowly pulled his lips from mine and looked into my eyes.

"As much as I would love to fuck you again, you can't tell me you are not tender and need rest." He said thoughtfully.

I pouted a moment but didn't argue with him. I knew he was right. Instead of acting upon our impulses, we helped one another wash up. Afterward, he carried me out of the washroom and sat me on a fur in front of the fireplace.

I combed through my hair in a daze staring into the flames as he rummaged around the large closet that contained his gear. I felt a sudden sadness creep over me. It dawned on me how much harder it would be to watch him leave.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by Jasper lumbering back over to me. This time he was dressed. He combed his fingers through his wet hair and grinned at me, bearing his tusks. I looked him over. He wore leather pants and boots and a dark green tunic. I found it unusual to not see him in gear or shirtless.

"What would you like to do today?" He kept grinning.

"You don't have any work to attend to?" I asked, surprised.

"The day after our wedding? No, nothing is more important than you right now. It can wait a day or two. So again, what do you want to do today."

He seemed enthused. Thus far, I had not thought much about activities other than work to keep busy or lazing about the waterfall when I missed him. I thought hard for a moment.

"Could we go see Leif"?

He cocked an eyebrow. "Sure," He chuckled.