Tarakova does not get bored of snuggling his new wife. He could probably spend at least a year in bed with her and not complain.

He is just as happy to cuddle her while she reads, though.

He is over two thousand and she is eighteen; it's really not surprising she gets bored faster than he does.

And the books do help.

She's still too restless to stay in bed all the time any longer inside a week.

That's pretty reasonable of her.

Tarakova rearranges the valley a little so that this room is right next to his monster-sized bedroom. Then he goes for a swim.

...That actually looks really fun, can he teach her how to swim?

Sure!

Swimming is fun! Although it takes longer for her to learn than it might have; swimsuits are not so much involved with the process and she hasn't gotten irretrievably bored with sex. They get distracted a lot.

They have literally all the time in the world. They can get as distracted as they like.

True. 

Learning to swim doesn't hold her attention for much more than a handful of hours at a time, delightful as both it and it's distractions may be. She likes exploring the valley, and she likes using the viewing pool. 

It is a few days later that she calls out to him from the latter location, her voice colored with distress.

The air shifts and twists, and he's standing beside her, not even bothering with a spontaneous door.

She's lying on the floor, curled up in obvious pain. When he arrives she uncurls slightly, wincing, holding out her arms in nonverbal request.

Well that's - really hot, but also - he sits down beside her and hugs her gently. Another twist of space, and they are in bed.

She snuggles up, still not happy but better with a positive to balance out some of the negative.

"'S not normally this bad," she mutters.

"..mm?"

"My cycle," she clarifies. "Cramps."

"- ah."

She looks at the look on his face and gives a wan giggle. "Why am I not surprised you like that."

Snuggle. "Because you know me?"

"It's true, I do. I love you."

"I love you too." He pets her hair.

Snuggle. Occasional pained whimper.

Snuggle. Quiet enjoyment of her pained whimpers.

Eventually she takes one of his hands and places it on her stomach.

Snuggle. "Mm?"

Shrug. "Snuggling makes me feel better. I sort of thought--putting the two things closer together might--"

"Aha."

Well, then, tummy rubs.

Yeah that helps a lot. Most of the tension eases out of her body and she relaxes more into the snuggle, sighing happily. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After a few more minutes of tummy rub she threads a hand through his hair and kisses him.

Ooh.

He kisses back.

"I love you," she murmurs. Kiss. "I know what you want." Kiss. "I want to give it to you." Kiss.

"You're amazing."

This situation needs more kisses and fewer clothes.

Those might be difficult to achieve simultaneously!

Well, then. Kisses followed by pulling up her skirt.

She...did not bother with a loincloth this morning. And her inner thighs are heavily streaked with blood.

Maybe he doesn't actually need to take off any of her clothes. Maybe he can just shove her skirt up and put his hand between her legs. That sounds like a plan.

She makes a pleasedly startled noise when he touches her.

He strokes her with his fingers and licks blood from her thigh, and then he has his mouth on her and his fingers inside her and everything is covered in blood and it's wonderful.

She gives a gasping shriek and tangles her fingers in his hair and wraps her legs around his torso.

Better and better.

"Please, yes, yes," she moans.

He thinks he would like to get her off this way at least once before he fucks her.

It doesn't take terribly long before she's shuddering against his tongue and fingers, her legs tightening around him and her hands clenching in his hair and her voice raising to a high point.

She is so good and so lovely and so fucking delicious and he loves her so much.

He really wants to fuck her but he turns out to want to make her do this again much more.

She is. So incredibly. Happy with that decision.

Good.

And at the relevant point she does it again, slightly louder on the voice part.

All right, now he wants to fuck her.

This is also a good decision.

Mmmmmmmmmm.

"This is such a good way to deal with cramps," she says breathlessly.

"I'm very glad you think so." He kisses the corner of her mouth, leaving behind a smear of blood.

"Ewww," she says, but with a giggle.

He giggles back.

"Sort of hard to imagine what you see in the stuff. I mean, I have some idea of the appeal of normal blood, but it's still weird to think of nuisance-fluid as appealing."

"...nuisance-fluid," he giggles.

"That's what it is when you spend six years trying to wash the stuff out of garments every month!"

"I love you."

"I love you. I'm glad the stuff's good for something, now."

He laughs and snuggles her.

"...I wish I was a masochist," she confesses. "I'm not. But--I can give you bruises, and I can give you this, and it's not everything I want to give you, when you're looking at me the way you do when I'm bruised or bleeding, but it's not nothing either."

...he smiles. He hugs her. "I love you."

"I love you." Snuggle.

Mmmm. So cozy.

So cozy!

Eventually she starts showing signs of abdominal discomfort again.

More tummy rubs?

Yes. Yes good. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Snuggle snuggle.

Snuggle. "How did you learn to be so nice, here all alone..."

"I have no idea but I'm glad I managed it."

"Me too. It's wonderful. You're wonderful."

"I love you. I love making you happy."

"You're really good at it!"

"I'm glad!"

"Good." Snuggle. "...I assume you can get rid of the blood at some point, it's only going to get grosser as it gets older..."

"Mm. Yeah."

Snuggle. There is the brief, odd-but-refreshing sensation of being suddenly made clean by magic.

She giggles delightedly. "I am never going to have to wash something I bled on ever again. That is the best and you are the best."

"I love you."

He kisses her.

Kiss. "I love you," she sighs. "...Three orgasms in a row left me kind of oversensitive but in a few hours that'll have gone away and there'll be more blood by then."

"I like the sound of that."

"Oh, I bet you do. ...That was the first time we had sex that wasn't just..." she makes a vague gesture crotchwards. Despite respectable levels of shamelessness when actually engaging in the act, her ability to talk about these things non-circuitously when not highly aroused has not yet been perfected.

"Huh, I guess it was."

"Sort of ironic considering that this whole thing was sparked by Nimire and the first thing he did to her was..."

He laughs. "Yeah."

"I think I want to--not like that, of course, but--"

"That sounds nice. Like that or otherwise." He hugs her.

Hugs. "I really don't think I would enjoy not being able to breathe!"

"Oh well." Snuggle.

"Maybe after I've had more practice not technically breathing underwater. But not to start out. And, um--I know you mostly like being the one who's actually doing stuff, but, can I--"

"Yeah." Kiss.

She kisses him, first again on the lips, then on the jaw, then on the neck, then on the collarbone.

He pets her hair.

She kisses her way down his torso to his groin, stops and just looks at his cock for a little bit, never having seen it quite this close before, before lowering her head and pressing a kiss to the crown.

She is so pretty and lovely and good. He pets her hair some more.

She opens her mouth and takes in as much as she can easily fit and sucks experimentally.

"I love you," he says. "My Annisetimara."

She makes a presumably-affectionate noise around his cock and tries to see how much more she can take without running into throat.

She is so lovely. Pet pet.

So she--moves her head up and down, right, and pauses at that to seal her lips around him and apply suction--

It's kind of really obvious that she's never done this before but she is definitely dedicated to learning.

He pets her and smiles and makes encouragingly happy noises when she gets something right.

The things she gets right get repeated.

"I love you." Pet pet. "You're lovely." Pet pet. "My beautiful Annisetimara."

She hums approvingly around him.

His hand tightens in her hair for a moment before he resumes petting. "Love you, love you, love you..."

She hums some more; it means she has to come up for air more often but is otherwise eminently multitaskable.

Encouraging noises. Many pets. "You're perfect, you're beautiful, you're amazing, I love you -"

Ooh, encouraging noises. Mostly she does things that are encouraging noise-approved but occasionally she tries something new for the encouraging noise board to consider. 

Tarakova appreciates his wife so much. She is the best.

She is a fast learner.

Mmmmmm.

She totally understands what he likes about when she makes noises.

Afterwards she stretches out against him again, her arms around him and her head tucked under his chin. "I love you so much."