New Arrival

[Elodie]

She met his gaze, her lips, moist and reddened from the kiss, remained gently parted. His hand still rested on her breast.

They looked at each other that way for a further few minutes before she could contain herself no longer. She leaned into him and kissed him again, with even more fervour and desire than before, her tongue flitting over his lips and into his mouth, savouring the taste of him.

She edged towards him on the seat, his hand sliding still further up her thigh. The fingers of his other hand hooked themselves under the fabric of her dress and tugged at it slightly. She shuddered at the sensation of the backs of his fingers brushing roughly against her delicate breast.

She moaned into his mouth as the kiss deepened still further and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. He couldn't possibly stop now. They were caught up in an intoxicating spell that would be impossible to break until they were both satisfied.

 

[GageWilliams]

He knew that he had her, of course. His virility, charm and good looks were unstoppable. Still, he felt like maybe she had wanted this just as much as he had anyway, but he dismissed it. He tugged the top of her dress down and massaged her breast with one large calloused hand. The other hand had begun to snake its way up her dress, but he still wanted her to make the final move in the direction. For the time being, he was more than contended tasting the sweet taste of her flesh as he broke their kiss to bring his lips down her jaw and onto her throat.

 

[Elodie]

She moaned lustfully as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck and then to her shoulders. She clasped one of her hands over the one of his that was gently kneading her small pert breast and, with the other, she reached down to his groin, whimpering audibly at the hard, thick bulge she found growing there.

It was then that she pushed him away. She saw the look on his face and she stood and moved away from him, across the room. He suddenly looked thwarted and at a complete loss.

She smirked to herself and walked over to the sturdy oak table in the dining area. Its surface was scattered with candlesticks, wooden bowls and various other pieces of dining wear. She turned to him, an alluring smile on her lips, before turning back to the table and, with one sweep of her arm, clearing its surface of its clutter. As the items clattered to the floor and turned back to him and jumped up so she was sat on the table, legs parted provocatively, and waited for his response.

 

[GageWilliams]

Finally beginning to realize that this woman was using him, he stands tall and tears his shirt from his body. He is broad and muscular, incredibly defined, with several jagged scars that run across his chest from battles long since forgotten, even though he is young. He lumbers over to the woman, his former grace forgotten, his poetry gone, and grabs both of her wrists in one hand while kissing her roughly. His other hand again finds her breast and again squeezes it, only slightly less gently.

Is this more to your liking, m'lady?

 

[GageWilliams]

He begins to soften and again begins to suck and kiss on her neck while letting go of her wrists. His hands throw her skirt back, up to her waist.

 

[Elodie]

At first she was somewhat startled by his sudden change in posture and his sudden aggression towards her, but then she found herself even more excited by him. She reaches up and runs one hand over his scarred chest, reaching down with the other hand in order to help him loosen her clothes.

He continued to suck and bite hungrily at her neck while she ran her hands over his naked and toned flesh. Finally her hand reached the fastening of his trousers and, instead of undoing them immediately, she pressed her flat palm against his groin, marvelling at the huge hard bulge that ached there. She rubbed it hard a few times, enjoying the way his body trembled with each firm stroke.

 

[Roxy36]

He left with .. no I cannot think of that now - these vile bastards are drunk and will not leave me be tonight. No sense trying to fight any longer - just let them grope and poke - ol'fat bastards the dirty stinking bunch of them. Never mind asking for help from that rot of flesh behind the bar or her stupid, sadistic son.

More here, wench. Come here, lass. Did ya ever see tits like that men, looka here. On it goes. Try not to cry - try not to frown - the rot of flesh will just turn me over to her son and he will beat me again. Lsst time I complained - the only time - that was what happened.

I keep thinking to myself - how did I get here - how will I get out. Nothing matters. Just serve the old bastards.

 

[GageWilliams]

His eyes widen as she touches his flesh. Overcome with sudden passion, he moves his mouth down to her breasts and uses his mouth and tongue to make her breath catch in her throat. His hand takes hers and guides it down inside his trousers, while his other hand reaches beneath her skirts and finally rubs against her mound. He is overcome by animalistic lust as his eyes open and he gazes at her milky flesh.

 

[Elodie]

She gasps with delight as his mouth finds purchase on her breast, feeling his lips exploring the soft pale mound of flesh, his tongue flit across her nipple.

He has taken control now and, for once in her life, she feels powerless to regain it. But instead she just let him guide her. His hand takes hers and guides it under his clothes. She gasps as her hand finds its target, thick and hard against her soft cool fingers. Her mouth falls open and she looks down at him, still tasting and kissing her breasts.

She suddenly becomes aware of his other hand, rough yet dexterous, against the inside of her thighs. He cups it over her mound and begins to rub....slowly, tortuously. She bites her lip and whimpers, trying to edge forwards on the table to allow him better access to her body.

Her fingers close around his manhood, almost finding it difficult to take its entire girth in her hand. She squeezes gently at first, but then the surges of desire racing through her body make her shudder and flinch and her stroking becomes more vigorous.

Her other hand moves from his chest to the back of his head, firmly but carefully taking a handful of his hair between her fingers, holding his head to her bossom.

She had not expected him to make such a good lover when she had first seen him at the inn. He had seemed distant and withdrawn. But he had taken control and she was lost in him.

She groans again, the abandon she feels clearly mirrored in her voice, and wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer.

 

[GageWilliams]

He heard her voice as is from over a great distance. She wasn't speaking, but articulating heavy sounds, sounds that carried the unmistakable song of lust. Her eyes hooded and he felt her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to her. He wrapped his large scarred arms around her and lifted her gently as he guided his body closer to hers. He smiled somewhat darkly as he lifted his head from her breast to kiss her jaw and then her mouth. Their tongues became bound, seemingly one creature, as thrust himself gently forward, all the while keeping his hands on her rear. She seemed far more experienced than he had expected upon first seeing her at the Inn, but he was too intrigued for it to matter any longer.

He realized that he was in control of her for the moment and the realization only made him more aroused. He could feel the blood pumping in his groin, nearly to the point of pain. And as he entered her for the first time, he felt her again make small airy utterances filled with lust. And he again lowered his face to her breasts, bare and milky, to tease with his mouth.

 

[Elodie]

He raised his head from her breast. And his expression was one of dark and lustful desire. Nothing more. It had chilled her at first. And she was taken aback by her own reaction. But then, hadn't she used many men in such a way before that very night....she tried to remind herself that this was just another of her many conquests.

And then his lips had brushed her neck and then her jaw before locking with her own in a heady and lustful kiss that only seved to excite them both still further. She felt his body close in on hers, the anticipation now almost unbearable.

She gasped as he finally entered her in one swift, decisive motion of his hips into hers and murmured incoherently as he continued to make love to her. He turned his attention back to her breasts, exploring them hungrily with his lips and tongue once again.

Her hips rose into his with each tantalising movement of their love-making. His hands, still holding her rear, also guided her hips upwards and forwards in an increasingly vigorous rhythm as their passion intensified, building towards its inevitable conclusion.

She gasped, tilting her head back and leaning back on the table, both palms pressed flat to its surface. She moaned his name several times, her legs tightening around him even further.

 

[GageWilliams]

Just as she leaned back, indicating to him, at least, that she wanted him to go faster, he slowed down, incredibly slow, really. And looked into her eyes. He could tell that she was desperately trying to control the situation again, she wanted to believe that this was her game and that he was only a token. So, he slowed as much as he could, and nibbled softly on her throat, and her collarbone, before returning to gently sucking on her pale pink nipple. He was hardly going to allow her to believe for long that she was the one on control. He had participated in several of the largest battles in his land and he had hunted all of the most dangerous predators known to its inhabitants, he was hardly going to be taken over by this woman.

He ran his hands over her back, up her spine, before one found its way into her hair, pressing her face again to his for a passionate kiss. His other hand found its way again to her rump, where it lifted her up from the table, and allowed him greater access to her as he slowly, ever so slowly and gently, made love to her. Let her try to continue to believe that she is in control.

 

[Elodie]

She moaned as his rhythm slowed to an agonising pace, arching her back so her body was pressed against his. And, with their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments, she realised that he was playing her and that, as lost in him as she now was, she was powerless to fight back. She wanted this man with such an all-consuming desire that she had no choice but to let him take control. Ordinarily she would have withdrawn her services, dressed herself and gone home, leaving the man to sulk and eventually pleasure himself without her help. But this was different. He was playing her game, and winning.

His mouth crushed hers in a lustful and relentless kiss and she once again found herself groaning into his mouth, despite her attempts to stifle the noises that escaped her lips, betraying her craving and hunger for this man.

She collapsed back onto the table, closing her eyes in defeat and surrender, letting him take his time with her body. He leaned forwards as she lay back, once again taking her breast into his mouth, pinching and nibbling at the flesh with such delicacy. His hands still clutched at her rear, lifting it ever so slightly with each measured thrust of his hips. Her fingers raked at the bare wooden surface of the tabletop as she felt him fill her and then withdraw over and over again with such seeming self-control.

‘Please,’ she gasped, straining for the strength to speak, despising herself for her weakness as she uttered the word. ‘Please, Robert!’

 

[Roxy36]

Without warning, voices rise in anger and fists and serviceware flies through the air. She feel a sharpness on the side of her head and realizes she is falling. All is dark.

 

[GageWilliams]

Once he knew that he had her, and had her he did, he allowed himself to speed up again. He heard her voice plead to him and it excited him more than he thought possible. He put both hands down to her rump and lifted it off the tables, while pushing into her harder and faster, watching as her eyes hooded with lust.

He removed his mouth from her chest and for a long time just watched her face as he made passionate fervent love to her, he watched her face and enjoyed the pleasure he saw there. One hand slid up to her chest and cupped her breast, while he wrapped his other arm under her and lifted her up much more, beginning to make love to her as fast and hard as he could. As she began to make sounds again, full of lust and passion, he burried his face in her throat, kissing and sucking on her neck, allowing his teeth to drag gently over the flesh.

 

[Elodie]

She had never before thought that she could be aroused to such a degree. This man was stretching her body to new heights of pleasure and she was powerless to stop him. He continued to pound into her, increasing the speed of his thrusts until she became almost delirious in her bliss.

His lips moved to her neck once more, but this time he sucked and gnawed at her flesh with even more conviction. Again, quite despite herself, she murmured his name, begging him to continue.

Her eyes met his, and she was unable to hide her need. ‘Oh my god!’ she panted, her hips grinding against his, her moistness easing his passage into her. ‘Robert! I…I can’t stop myself! I’m…’

One of his hands pulled her rump into him as he felt her body contract around him, squeezing at his manhood, while the other twisted and clenched at her breast. Her body writhed under him as she groaned and murmured in ecstasy.

 

[GageWilliams]

Realizing that she was reaching the heights of pleasure, he felt her body tighten on his. It was then that he lifted her off the table and continues to make love to her standing up, supporting her weight with his massive arms and legs. His body made use of this new tension by allowing him greater movement and to increase the speed of his love making. He heard her cry out his name, followed by inconsistent mumbles and cries, passion obscuring their meaning. He continues to speed up, his hands on here rump, lifting her faster and harder.

Yes, Elodie, tell me. Say what you feel.

He had her, most definitely, she was his for the taking, and he knew this night would not end for quite some time. He again found her throat with his teeth and lips and again traced a path down to her milky breasts, where he again used his lips and tongue to tease her and manipulate her flesh. What will she do, he thought, what will she do, now that I have her?

 

[Elodie]

‘Please, Robert,’ she groaned into his ear this time, her voice hoarse with passion and exertion. She tried as hard as she could to form an intelligible sentence. ‘I’m yours tonight. Just take me…however you wish. I am here simply to pleasure you.’

The fear of being powerless had given way to a new sensation. She was entirely at this man’s mercy, and that was a position she had never been in before. Even in the throes of love-making she usually retained complete control over the situation, always reminding herself that she was using the man for her own desirous purposes.

But the sheer physical power of this man…and the way he looked at her with such conviction and yet such unflinching restraint…the way he held her buttocks in his huge, powerful hands and continued to make love to her even as he stood…

She felt the heat spread from the pit of her stomach, a twisting, agonising sensation that threatened to consume her altogether. She cried out again and again, throwing her head back, biting her lip between screams of longing. Her legs squeezed even harder at his hips, every muscle in her lithe young body contracting involuntarily as she reached her climax. She raked her fingernails down his muscled torso as she came, whimpering and mewling as her moistness spread, dampening her thighs and drenching his thick manhood with her sweet warm juices.

 

[GageWilliams]

He felt his own climax begin to take hold over him as hers captured her. His body spasmed and she continued to hold her on his thick thighs. He kept making love to her as every muscle in his body tightened, making his entire body taut. He became hypersensitive, feeling every nerve and ever sensation above and beyond their normal communication. As he reached his climax, he kissed her deeply. His tongue found hers and they danced, his hands squeezed her buttocks and kneeded them like freshly rolled baker's dough, his legs continued to tighten as he made love to her. As they finished, he put his lips to hers and kissed as if they were helping each other to breathe.

After they were both finished, he set her gently down on the table again, kissing her body and running his tongue and teeth over her milky flesh.

What would you like to do now, Elodie? Would you like to stay here? Perhaps we could go back to the Inn? Or maybe you have something different in mind.

 

[Elodie]

She gasped deeply as he finished with her body, feeling him pulsate and throb inside her one last time before growing still again. Even then he continued to kiss her and lap at her body with his tongue.

‘What would you like to do now, Elodie?’ he asked. ‘Would you like to stay here? Perhaps we could go back to the Inn? Or maybe you have something different in mind.’

Even now as the last shudders of passion subsided, she still wanted this man, perhaps even more so than ever. And she was frightened by her craving for him. She sat upright as he pulled away from her and walked towards the fire.

She pulled her skirts around her once more. ‘I…I am sorry, my lord,’ she stammered. ‘I am sorry for any indiscretion that I may have forced upon you.’

She knew that he was, in fact, the one that had been in control, prehaps from the very beginning. And this fuelled her need to leave.

She pulled her bodice up, covering her modesty. She glimpsed his body one last time, admiring the way the muscles of his chest and thighs caught the light from the dying embers of the fire, before running to the door and out into the bitter cold of the night.

She climbed into the carriage and whipped at the horses until they sped away along the uneven track. As she fled the scene she realised, quite despite herself, that she wished she had the courage to remain with him all night, to continue their illicit encounter. But her cowardice drove her away.

 

[GageWilliams]

After running outside nearly naked to watch her leave, he dressed and sat beside the fire for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts. He decided to try journeying back to the Inn and finding adventure either there or on the way. So, he stood and centered himself before heading out into the weather for the long walk back to the Inn.

 

[Elodie]

She got home just under five minutes later and, as quietly as she could, handed the horses and carriage over to the stable-hand, before sneaking into the darkness of the house and up the staircase, avoiding the floorboards that she knew would give away her movements.

She undressed, gazing at herself in the mirror as she did so. She stood, gazing at her own naked body, running her fingers over the red marks that he had left on her breasts and throat during their ferocious love-making. She shuddered, closing her eyes, and ran her fingers over her breasts, lingering at her nipples. She imagined for a moment that it was him that was touching her, playing with her body as he had done so expertly earlier that night. She ran one hand down across her belly, down to her sex, parting the lips with her fingers and groaning at the sensation. She was still wet, her own juices mixed with his, still seeping from her body. She gradually brought her fingers up to her lips and suckled on them, relishing the taste.

If only she had stayed, she thought to herself. He would still be touching her, making love to her. She whimpered aloud before opening her eyes. She had to have him again. It was that simple.

She climbed into bed and blew out the candle, grateful for the feel of the cool clean sheets against her flesh, which felt as though it was ablaze. She drifted into a fitful slumber, full of visions of a man she barely knew, taking her body in ways she had only ever imagined before.