This chapter was my hardest to write but quickly became my favorite. I tried my best to keep this T-rated. If you feel the rating needs to be changed or this needs taking out just let me know. Enjoy!

Unsure of what to do, I sat on the edge of the bed. It felt strange being in Nelcara's house alone...well, our house. That was going to take some getting used to. We had gotten married a few hours ago. The whole situation just felt awkward and unknown. Not that I didn't want to be married to her. I did. But I didn't know what to do. Or if I'd even be a good husband. This type of thing in the stronghold didn't happen. I turned the ring around my finger, looking at it. I wasn't used to something being there. The way it brushed against my fingers felt strange. Not uncomfortable. Just strange.

"Regretting it already?"

Startled, I looked up to see Nelcara closing the door behind her. I didn't even hear her open it. She was still in her dress, long and white with a gold belt around her waist. The cape she had pinned to the back of it flowed over her arms, matching and blending in with the long sleeves. She pushed back a strand of hair that had dared to fall from the pin, as she looked at me. Words could not describe how beautiful she looked. My heart started racing. What was wrong with me?

Mistaking my startled expression for one of offense she added "I'm kidding Moth." She continued to talk as she kicked off her shoes. "Did you know Cosnach and Vorstag were running a bet on how long it would take us to get married?"

That honestly didn't surprise me, knowing those two. I watched her as she walked over to the dresser, running my hands through my hair to steady what I supposed were nerves. Why was I nervous? She stood there, grasping and fumbling at the clasp of her necklace, trying to get it off.

"Why did your sister keep looking at me like some kind of, I don't know? I can't even describe her look of discontent."

I hadn't expected Ghorza to be happy about the whole thing. She had tried to convince me several times to change my mind, reminding me with what would happen. A few looks of discontent were the best I could have hoped for.

I got up to help Nelcara with her increasing struggle against the necklace. As I approached her I saw the cause, her hands were trembling.

"The only orcs allowed to marry are the chiefs. Because I broke that custom I will be banished and my tribe name removed, once they find out." I explained, unhooking the chain. She caught it and placed it on the dresser before she turned around to look at me.

"Moth, I'm sorry. Had I known I would have never…" her voice trailing off. She felt sorry for me, but did I? I hadn't put a lot of thought in it. I hadn't seen the stronghold in years. I just never felt the need to go. Now that I was shamed, was there really any difference? I knew the answer was yes. I would never be recognized as one of their brothers again, rejected by my own family. But with Nelcara standing in front of me, none of that seemed to matter.

"Don't apologize. I was theirs for the last 40 years of my life. They claimed my works and my talents and called me family. But I made my decision. I no longer belong to them." I caressed her cheek, sliding my thumb down her jaw line to her lips. "I am yours."

She gave me this smile that seemed to light up her whole face. Her eyes grew bigger and brighter. It was a smile full of hope and happiness. One that made my chest ache in a way that I wished it would never stop.

"And I am yours"

As she tried to walk forward, her foot caught the hem of her dress. I caught her as she fell into me, her face turning red with embarrassment. She looked down as she laughed, "I'm just more surprised I didn't do that while walking down the aisle."

She looked back up at me with those big green eyes. For a moment, all I could do was stare. She placed her hand on my chest, her fingers playing with the strings of my shirt, before she ran her hand along the back of my neck. There was a nervous yet eager expression in her eyes as she stared back at me. Without thinking, I took my thumb and pulled her chin up, placing my lips on hers and closing my eyes in the process. She kissed me back softly, taking her hands behind my head and pulling it closer.

I slid my hand back to run it through her hair only to realize it was still pinned up. Without opening my eyes, I couldn't find the pin to undo it. Somehow sensing my problem, Nelcara reached back and pulled it out, letting her hair fall down around my hand. I was finally able to run my hand through, while placing the other on her waist. She felt so small and fragile beneath them. I didn't want to hurt her.

After a few more moments, she pulled away. Had I offended her? Noticing my expression, she said "I just want to get this off.", as she reached behind her to unclip the cape, letting it fall to the floor.

"I guess…I should probably get the rest of this off too." She clenched her hands nervously before reaching behind.

"Can I?" I asked cautiously, afraid to over step some boundary. She gave me a small smile, blushing, as she turned around. I reached around her, unhooking the belt, before slowly undoing the laces of her dress. As the back of the dress opened, the top began to sag. I brushed my hands against her bare shoulders and lowered my mouth to kiss them as I pushed the sleeves away, causing Nelcara to tremble. Her dress fell into a pool around her feet, revealing the white underwear and corset underneath.

Knowing she was just going to trip, I placed one arm around her waist and the other just behind her knees, and scooped her up. She gasped in surprise. I turned to set her down away from the mess and noticed I inadvertently put us next to the bed. She didn't seem to care. She reached forward and pushed on my shoulder, causing me to fall/sit on the edge of the bed. She pulled at the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head.

"Now we're even" she laughed. She traced the old scars on my chest with her fingers. Her trembling hands seemed to gain confidence as she continued. My breath caught as she touched me. She ran her hand up and down my chest, through my chest hair, lightly caressing me. I let out a deep sigh as I looked back up at her. The corset fit every curve on her just right and in just a way that made me want to see her without it.

She walked forward, and sat herself in my lap. Essentially, straddling me with her legs to either side. "Hi" she laughed again, the tension of nervousness slowly fading. Before I could respond, she had leaned forward and kissed me with a force that I had not expected. I didn't even have time to close my eyes. I had to throw my hands out to catch myself from falling over. Not that I minded. The passion was unexpected, but not unwanted. I grabbed her hips where I could feel Nelcara's hands and arms moving as she worked at the laces on her corset. Nelcara's tongue broke through my lips and met my own. I moved my hands behind her head for better leverage. As her tongue left my mouth, I bit down on her lower lip. I still wasn't sure what was okay. So, I pulled her lip gently with my teeth and was surprised when I heard her make a low moan. I couldn't help but smirk.

I felt her corset fall across my knees and onto the floor. Her breast brushed across my chest as we kissed. Damn did that feel good. We pulled away from each other, the both of us breathing heavily. And that's when I caught sight of her body. I realized that up until tonight, I had never even seen her bare arms….much less what was in front of me now. I had started to grow stiff earlier, but now I was just hard. My chest pounded as I looked her over. She had these little white scars all over her body; her arms, her stomach…but not her breast. I wanted to reach out and touch her, grab her, roll her over and….but I didn't want to push her. I didn't want to scare or hurt her.

"Moth" she called out sweetly, bringing me back from my thoughts as she combed my beard with her fingers. "You can touch me. I won't break" she grinned.

I looked down at my hands and noticed the calluses from years of work. Her skin looked so soft. She wouldn't like the feeling.

"They're rough" I said, feeling like a fool.

She smiled at me reassuringly as she took my hands in her. She lifted one up to her mouth and began to kiss the fingers. "I like them" she said in between kisses. When she was finished she took my hands and laid them on her waist. "You're not going to hurt me."

So, I grabbed her. Gently at first, as I stroked her thighs and kissed the base of her neck. With each touch and kiss she let out a whimper or shivered. She wrapped her arms around me and ran one hand through my hair as the other rubbed my back. Seemingly content with that, I moved my hands up her body, tracing my way to her breast before I grabbed one firmly. She let out a small gasp that quickly turned into a moan as I continued. I traced her collar bone with my tongue, stopping to suck her neck every so often.

I continued on this way for a while, finding spots to kiss, suck, grab or stroke. Each time I found a new place, she moaned louder. At one point her moan caught in her throat, turning into a scream as her nails dug into my back. Afraid I had hurt her, I stopped and pulled away. But she instantly pulled me back.

"Do I need to stop?" I asked anyway.

"No." she whispered in my ear. "Take me. I'm yours."

And with that she had incited something in me. I could feel the wicked grin forming on my face as I grabbed her by the waist and turned her over. I laid her on her back and hoisted myself over her, leaning on my elbows. A surprised but more than happy face stared back at me. "And I am yours" I said.