This chapter is very mature. Readers be warned.

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Robb led her to his chambers, well, their chambers. They had managed to wait nearly a month to marry.
Lord Stark had insisted on announcing their marriage to the Seven Kingdoms. It seemed strange to Zi, because she did not come from a highly ranked house or from anywhere known to a commoner of Westeros. However, Lord Stark had performed a ceremony involving bread and salt. It did not make sense to Zi, but the Lord had insisted that it was important.
When it came to the announcement, Lord Stark simply stated that his eldest Robb would be wed to a Northerner before the old gods and new. Zi had mentally added the force to his message. Within days of the ravens flying, requests to attend the wedding poured in. Lady Stark had, originally, planned a quiet ceremony, and she insisted that it stay that way. Instead of flat out declining the requests, Lord Stark invited them to a celebration that would take place some time later. House Stark did not want to insult any of the other Houses, but Lord Stark did want to keep his House's goddess in the North.
Robb had not seen Zi much the past weeks, she had been his mother's shadow, learning Winterfell like the back of her hand. The only form of communication they had was the mental connection.
When Robb had watched her walk down the aisle. Looking ethereal and whimsical, she was dressed in a simple ivory tulle ball gown that had heavy beading embroidered accents into a beautiful sweetheart neckline as well as the back. The markings had faded and nearly disappeared. The only one left was House Stark's sigil on her wrist, the coloring had shifted from dark tan to silverish-white.
Her hair was braided in her own styling, neither the South or the North could claim it. She walked the aisle alone, but her confidence could not be diminished. Lord Stark nodded to her as she approached them.
"Who claims this woman?"
"I claim this woman." Robb answered with a faint smile. Her beauty made him nervous. How was he going to deal with not touching her all night? He was thankful that his house claimed the old gods of the North and not the Seven of the South. It made the ceremony much easier.
"Do you consent to be claimed by this man?"
"I consent." Her voice replied softly.
"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." Robb pulled his House's heavy cloak from his shoulders and placed it on her strong yet feminine ones.
Turning to face each other, Zipporah began, "I am his..."
"And I am hers." Robb finished with a grin.
"Before the old gods, the First Men, and House Stark, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss to seal the promises said here."
Robb didn't waste anytime. His lips were on hers. Their bond flourished in that moment. Placing his forehead against hers, he stared into her eyes.
Mine.

She closed the door behind them. It was weird not having Vader greet her, but he was spending the night with Jon.
"My goddess." Robb whispered as he pressed butterfly kisses onto her bare shoulder. She moaned freely at his touch fueling his movements.
His hands made quick work of the laces of the gown. Before he had finished freeing her from the dress, she pulled away from him and stated seriously, "I want to tell you that I will not bleed when you have me tonight. When I was thirteen, I fell, and my lower body was stretched to a point where that part broke. I have never been with a man. I swear it."
The wine from the celebration caused his brain to slow down in processing, but he understood and more importantly, believed her.
"Mine." He growled as he returned to his task of freeing her.
The gown pooled at her feet. His eyes widened at her attire. Words left him. Undergarments, to his knowledge, did not look like the ones she was wearing. Her pale skin was covered in black lace.
Smirking, she pushed him to sit on their large bed and purred, "My wolf, let me take care of you."
Sensing his lack of resistance, Zipporah undressed him much more quickly than he did her. She had not been drinking at the celebration, northern ale was too strong for her liking.
Much to her surprise, Robb was large, and she could sense his anticipation. Flicking her tongue out of her mouth, she licked from his sack up to his tip, eliciting a guttural growl from him. Wasting no time, she took him in her mouth and began to run her tongue around him. His hips bucked at the sucking sensation. His strong hands wove themselves into her braided hair.
"Love, I need to be in you,"
Her stomach dropped in anticipation. Releasing him from her mouth, she lay beside him and waited to see what he had planned to do. Gently, he removed her undergarments. "Beautiful." He murmured as he pumped his large member. Blushing, Zipporah scooted toward him. Robbs lips took one of her aroused nipples into his mouth and played with it just as Theon had advised. His other hand traveled south to play with her sensitive folds. Her body immediately responded, pleasure flooded her being, and she began to squirm.
Chuckling, he moved his lips to hers. They battled for dominance, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she felt his head at her entrance. Robb moved to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue along the curve. Finding her sensitive spot, he began to suck causing her to moan. As he bit her neck, he slipped inside her. They both gasped at the sensation. Their bond became permanent.
"I love you." He murmured into her hair.
"As I love you." She returned. Smirking, he moved his hips with hers. He started off slow and methodical. However, their bodies demanded more. Zipporah felt heat begin to build and intensify. Every movement he made, the more she felt like she'd burst. Moving faster and harder, Robb could feel her tighten around him, and it felt amazing.
"Robb, oh Force." She panted as she felt herself burst around him. Feeling accomplished, Robb continued his pace, and he, too, could feel himself getting close to spilling into her.
"Tell me you want my children." He commanded as he reached his peak.
"I want your pups." She stated in a sultry tone causing him to lose control and spill inside her. He carefully collapsed on top of her. Neither moved to untangle. He felt himself still inside her. Normally, he'd be tired after losing it, but he felt like he could go again. Without warning, she flipped them over, so their positions were reversed. She began to move against him.
"Love." Was all he could muster as she rode him. She rode him until she came for him, and she pumped more of his seed into her. Soon after, the couple fell asleep in each other's arms.
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