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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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Re: F!DB! Bosmer/Vilkas "So I married a thief"

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Her forehead rested heavily on the furs. She could feel each and every stinging print, hot and sultry on her ass. She squirmed, feeling the too cool kiss of the air wherever there wasn't a mark on her bum. She was tempted to let go of the straps she still held onto, just to see if that would prompt him into a more vigorous spanking. She waited instead, anticipating what he would do next. The heat spreading across her behind and into her sex was soothing and stimulating all at once. As Dragonborn, she was one of the mighty figures of legend; Ysmr, reborn. Always to be put on a pedestal, or slandered, by all of Tamriel. She was constantly in the public eye, having to bear up under their intense scrutiny and neediness. She had done things of such valor and grace, yet the need to maintain her station was the heaviest of burdens.

When she had a bit of spare time, she amused herself still with occasional bouts of thievery, as if trying to balance out the sheer, forced nobleness she had to project while on the road. Her closest friends knew most all her secrets, knew her for a warm, affectionate, bawdy, considerate person. In their minds, she was an easy combination of Dragonborn, and radiant, loving mer.

Vilkas knew her better, more intimately than anybody ever had. He understood that deep down, a part of her still ranted against the uncaring walls of her fate as Dragonborn. She had told him once how the Graybeards informed her that rules did not apply to her, apparently. She was unclear still how much freedom it meant she had, but by and large she didn't abuse the notion. People tended to shrug off almost anything marginal she did at any rate-- it couldn't always be helped. She was charismatic and powerful. Her husband knew that sometimes she needed to be able to be naughty, and held accountable for her actions; to not have the world sniff and say it was only a matter of time before it went to her head. To be able to surrender the burdens to someone who loved her like the sun, and wanted to support her, walk with her through life full, and content.

That he was willing to hold her deeds up in front of her and confront her with them-- in love, not uncaring judgment-meant a tremendous amount to her. When he came to her with her “punishment” as he called it, he was careful to never let his anger over-ride his senses. While sometimes harsh, and taunting, he was never cruel. Never malicious. It wasn't about that. If anything, it made her feel comforted, loved. To be able to submit, without lasting injury to her pride and station was a gift she kept close to her heart.