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Bernadette's Trial

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I wait and let you set the pace, although my hands do cup and rub your ass.
 
As Bernadette

AH, there is nothing I want more than to love my husband again. I grow bold in my desire and turn to the four women.

"Leave now, come back later."

I feel his hands on my butt, caressing me.

He doesn't say a word, just smiles indulgently at me.

I feel perplexed that he can ... ignore me when he drives me insane.

Kissing him yet again, I probe his lips with my tongue. Something unknown in my world of poetry and ideal love.

I move against him then, my body shifting until I straddle him. My need grows until I am panting and shifting horribly on him. I need him so, I move again until I have his erection poised against my need.

Driving down, I take him in my hot... cunt. Gripping him furiously
arching back to make him mine. I'd not thought of that before, in those terms.. But he was my husband as well as I was his wife and he WAS mine, and I needed him, wanted him with a fierce passion.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

As you drop and your back arches, I arch mine also to lift you clear of the tub's bottom and groan out the wonderful feeling of your wet heat surrounding me more that even the water of the tub had.

Fully within you I clench my pelvic muscles to increase my girth and length so that you're truly filled as my hands rub over your slick breasts and those prominent and very hard nipples at the same time.

They haven't left the room, for I hadn't dismissed them, but they did withdraw from the tub and knelt avidly watching us as their hands moved between each other and themselves to give and share the pleasure each was feeling as shamelessly as we, ourselves, were sharing what each of us was giving to the other.
 
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As Bernadette

"Mmmmmmm," I moan against his neck. He seems to expand and grow larger in me until I feel stretched impossibly against his straining cock.

I have no leverage to move on him in my need, so I clench and tighten my pelvic muscles to move against him in that way. Soon my nails are digging into him and it's my voice echoing throughout the bath chamber.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

My hips begin to jerk up and down in time to your squeezing and relaxing to you're being fucked just a lil bit.

"What are you? Whose are you? What will you to for me?" and I await your replies, ready to give your pleasure center a good squeeze if they please me.
 
As Bernadette

Igor starts to move in me and I can barely form a coherent thought as a prelude to answering him. But the questions were easy, so easy.

“I’m your wife,” I gasp out, the words covered in moans. “I’m yours, your wife and I would do anything for you.

“I’m YOUR wife and I’d do anything for YOU.” Almost crazy with need, my body feels so tightly clenched and expectant.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Goood my pet and now fuck me like my wife. Fuck me until we climax and you're again flooded by my seed."
 
As Bernadette

I scramble and flail in the water trying to get the purchase to move my legs so I can move on him.

I finally grab the soap dish with one hand and grasp his shoulder with the other and get my knees under me.

Then I stop for a moment. Breathing hard, and just squeeze him. I can feel every bit of him in my pussy and he throbs so. I squeeze and squeeze as hard as I can, gasping with the effort and the feelings. God, it's ...wonderful. He's filled every centimeter of me and pulses, pulses.

I look at him, stare at him, biting my lip to keep from howling and begin to move on him.

It feels like all the blood has rushed into my pussy, it feels hot, swollen and so tightly stretched around him. I move and groan so deeply it sounds feral.

I move faster, until the water sloshes and slaps the sides of the tub to splash on the floor.

I am just poised at the edge.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Yesss, harder, take me deeper. Squeeze my prescious slut, my bride and grind on me. Make me cum in you, wash your cunt with my seed.
"Fuck me sweet Bernadette, fuck me Hard."
 
As Bernadette

I listen to him tell me to fuck him hard and deeper, fuck him, make him cum. The words he uses excite me darkly, I move faster, plunging down on him harder, crying out because it hurts to do that. But wanting to do it all the same.

I dig my fingers into his shoulders and bear down with all my might on him to rise quickly and do it again and again, squeezing his cock until I explode. When it hits me it's like a tidal wave, making my back arch until I think it will break and I bear down on him with all my weight and ride the wave...
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I held back as I felt her passions rising and when they exploded within her I unleased my own as I squeezed her pleasure center..
Hard.

At that exact moment my own passions released and my seed exploded within her to gush out and splash on her cervix to bathe her walls with my jism.

I also reached out and seized the pleasure centers of all within the castle and did the same to them giving them an intense, and for some very unexpected and hard climax.

"Yessss, minnnne. My bride, slut, wanton whore and lover... mother of my child to be..." I moaned out as I filled her to overflowing and we settled into the water again with her held tightly against my chest.
 
As Bernadette

Shaking and shuddering.
Clawing at him,
Bucking wildly as he shoots deep in me.
My mind is filled with it.
Screaming with the pleasure.

Then he pulls me to his chest. Holding me so tight.
And I slowly, so slowly come back down, the spasms coming less and less.

I don't think I can move, my whole body feels heavy and weighted down. I am soooooo content. I don't think of anything, I just bask in his arms. Still joined to him. and utterly content.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Looking over my pet's shoulder I see the entwined bodies of my four minions and servant sluts. They two are gasping and recovering and I smile.

My hand slides down Bernadette's back and a finger, then two enter the ass I've claimed as mine and begin to slowly slide in and out of it.
 
nooo... I moan against the intrusion of his fingers in my rectum.

I just to lie against him, then he starts moving in and out of me. Slowly, slowly. I don't believe it myself when I start moving against him.

How does he do this? I have just been shattered by orgasm and he makes me want him again.

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OOC - mailbox's mailbox's...
do they empty themselves?
*GRIN*
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

OOC: You explain why.. my PM box had 16 mgs in it, none in Sent and none in Tracking. This is what happened to my original name. PM box quit working and I had to start over again.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

Slowly in and out, gently arousing her ass for that will be where she'll be taken next now that the cleansing is finished.

Lightly caressing her hair, her cheeks, her back as I listen to her breathing and the quickening of her heart beat.
 
mmm. Moving against him...

I hold him and just enjoy the feelings. He stretches me and it causes a bit of discomfort.

I close my eyes and relax my muscles. An invitation I make without realizing.

Catching my breath, I shift against his hand, he's hard in me again and the feel of him in my pussy and ass is maddening.

I moan again and move against him harder. Acting like the slut he's making me be.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"I wish my sweet bride's ass again. Will you put my cock in it and give me pleasure by fucking it my little slut bride?
"I'd also like to watch as Lina and Sabine play with you at the same time, your breasts and your pussy to your orgasm will be even more intense.
"Will you ask them to do that for me my sweet Bernadette?"
 
I start to smile and it dies quickly when hear him tell me he wants Sabine and Lina to touch me. I freeze totally on him.

In all this time, I didn't realize that they were still here.

Glancing over at them and then moving back a little to look at my husband, I shake my head.

"I can't. I don't want them to." There's no way I want Lina touching me particularily. She scares me to death.

"I can't, please don't make me Igor, please."
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"It would please me wife and they are to be as much your servents as they are mine.
"I won't force you, I'll just be displeased if you deny me, and them, this my Bernadette."
 
As Bernadette

I stare into his eyes until I have to look away.

I don't want to displease him. God knows, I don't want to suffer the fate of Lina.

BUT I CAN'T form the words. I can't.

"I'm sorry, I don't want you angry or upset with me, husband. I just can't do that." I didn't want to cry but I can't help it.

I would die to please him, but I can't ask for those women to touch me. Especially Lina. Never her. She hates me, I can feel it in every glance.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"As you wish my pet."

He moves in the tub and summons them to come and wash his, as is they have done for a long time.

Two wash Bernadette too and when we're both clean he steps from the tub offering you his hand to assist you up and out too.

We're dried and each is given a silk robe, mine is black and you're red, and we head downstairs for breakfast in the main dining hall.
 
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