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pounding into her with fierce abandon, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small cabin.
    Stars swirled in Rhiannon’s vision as Edwin reached between them and rubbed his thumb atop her most sensitive spot, bringing her to the peak of the highest mountain before sending her hurling through the sky. She cried out as the euphoric sensation took her under. She came down from the clouds in time to see his face twisting. With a guttural moan, his wide, thick length jerked inside her and she felt the heat of his essence spilling into her.
    He withdrew from her slowly and lay down next to her on the bearskin rug, holding her in his arms as they both caught their breath. He stoked her hair and whispered into her ear, “Now you are my wife, sweet lass. You belong to me forever.”
    Rhiannon’s spirits soared. She had been touched by a Crigon in the most intimate ways, but she would not be damned to the Caves of Terr for it. No, she would spend the rest of her mortal days in Edwin’s arms and every day thereafter within the immortal walls of Strellia with windows to Ettonelli. She smiled and fell asleep with her head resting upon his muscled chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
     
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    The cabin was warm and smelled of baking bread, just as it did every morning. Rhiannon straightened the bearskin bed and added wood to the fireplace, though it didn’t really need it. She was humming and flitting about the one room cabin, cleaning and rearranging furniture and décor in an attempt to alleviate her boredom.
    She smiled each time she thought of her handsome Crigon husband. Edwin was a good man who made her truly happy. He was more gentle and loving than she’d ever imagined he would be, especially after those first two spankings.
    Many days had passed since they had become husband and wife. Though they made love about as frequently as Rhiannon was spanked (and almost always after a spanking), she found Edwin’s punishments to be fair. The urge to venture outside, even for a moment, was a hard to quell temptation. Her bottom was still sore from the whipping Edwin had given her two days ago when he’d caught her climbing a tree near the cabin, trying to reach the top for a vision over the persistent fog.
    Red warmth flushed her face as she remembered being bent over the table for the punishment. Edwin had paced behind her, belt in hand, lecturing for some time about the dangers of going outside before finally beginning. To her surprise, he had stopped after only a few hard slaps. But then he had ordered her to spread her bottom cheeks apart, as he often did before driving his point home with a little humiliation. After she complied, he had paced behind her again, resuming the lecture. When he finally fell silent, she had felt his manhood nudging against her wet folds, dipping inside her partially before pulling out. What happened next was still a surprise to Rhiannon.
    Edwin had pressed his stiffness against her bottom hole, and thrust himself deep inside her tightness. She had cried out from a mixture of pain and surprise, but she had remained bent over underneath her Crigon husband while still holding her cheeks apart. Just as the steady rhythm Edwin had developed became pleasurable, he had spilled his seed inside her.
    “You must learn to obey me, Rhiannon,” he had said.
    As Rhiannon checked on the rising bread, she silently vowed that she would never venture outside again. She felt truly remorseful each time she disappointed and disobeyed Edwin, and she knew each of the punishments at his hand had been well deserved. It was still difficult not to be able to do as she pleased all the time, but she reminded herself just how happy her life with Edwin was.
    Later that night, as they were eating dinner at the very table which she was sometimes bent over, Rhiannon eyed her husband nervously. She wanted him to know how much she cared about him. She wanted him to know that she treasured