Not Exactly Romeo and Juliet...(Closed for Homerun2611)

[scarlettnuit]

Aldith had been sitting on the furs until she heard someone approach the tent. As the footsteps drew near, she stood and turned her back to the tent opening. While she had been anticipating Aidan’s arrival, it was Cainnech who had appeared instead. Aldith was glad that she had her face turned away for the moment, as it gave her precious seconds to school her face to be the picture of aloof coldness.



When Cainnech finally finished speaking, Aldith turn around and gave the other woman an assessing glance that moved up and down the woman’s entire body. A look that was meant to chill the other woman to her core.



“While a lady would never discuss such matters with a stranger, please let me return in kind. I gave him more joy and pleasure in one night than you could mange in a thousand nights,” she told her coldly.



Aldith then looked around the tent and gave a small sniff of disapproval. “I thought it was odd that my Lord would have a tent that smelled so…rank,” she paused a moment to look Cainnech over again and added, “but now all makes sense.”



With that, Aldith left the other woman’s tent, dismissing the woman as if she were nothing, which, to Aldith, she was. However, whether she chose to acknowledge it or not, something about this woman agitated her. She knew she shouldn’t care, and she did her best not to, but the sheer haughtiness of the wench made her want to feel the crunch of the woman’s breaking nose cracking into her palm.



Aldith strolled towards the tend that the slut had pointed her towards. It was a truly lovely spot and she wondered if it had been picked for that reason or if it was strategic. Either way, the rustling of the leaves in the trees and the sound of the water trickling by all served to relax her, if only a little, from the encounter she had just had with Cainnech. She was doing her best to reign in her temper, as it should have been of little concern to her what her husband had done before their marriage, but deep down, it niggled at her.



When she finally saw Aidan, she stunned for a moment and how handsome he was. She had seen so little of him that seeing him in the soft light of the dying day nearly took her breath away. She paused for a moment and then cleared her throat before approaching.



“Good evening my Lord,” she said as she approached, holding her hands together in front of her.



She looked down a moment and bit her lip before looking up at him again. Instantly, flashes of the previous night’s passion flashed through her mind and her cheeks blushed. She closed her eyes a moment, willing her cheeks to cool, before she looked up at him.



“I…must apologize for my behaviour today,” she began, “I feel that without knowing it, our intentions have been at crossed purposes,” she explained and finally got the courage to look into his eyes.



It was almost her complete undoing. She suddenly felt horrible for all she had made him endure due to her ire for matters that really had naught to do with him. She sighed heavily and dropped the rigid regal stance she had formerly imposed on her body and paced a bit.



“It’s just…I was mortified at the sheets…” she began, willing herself not to cry in the anger it instilled in her, “then,” she paused and touched the bruise that had raised on her jaw, remembering her father’s strike, “then other things transpired, none of which had anything to do with you, and yet you bore the brunt of it all…”



She plopped down on a log and angrily wiped away some errant tears before slapping her hands down on her lap and looking up at him.



“I had hoped to ride out with you as your wife and thus I took the horse closest to you which did no please you. I then moved to the carriage which did not please you,” she explained in a torrent of words, “while you were most tender in our marriage bed, it still took some time for me to recover from…my deflowering,” she explained and bit the inside of her cheek hard, trying to stave back the tear that threatened to erupt.



“In short my Lord, if I displease you, I will not force my presence upon you. I can find other accommodations if you wish.”



With that she looked down at her hands and prayed she wouldn’t be turned away, for what could be more humiliating than a bride being turned away from her groom’s tent on their second day or marriage?

 

[Homerun2611]

Women! The day could not end soon enough. Tomorrow he would head off, be the warrior he was meant to be, fight enemies he understood, rather than dealing with the riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma (And you thought Churchill came up with that himself?) that appeared to be Aiden's wife! He was coming to the conclusion that she was either crazy or evil, and as he looked across the lake, the sun about to set on the spot he had chosen specifically for at least the start of their honeymoon, he couldn't really decide if he was sad, depressed or angry?

He had felt all three emotions today, one overlapping and then handing the baton off to the next, and right now anger was running its lap on the track. He should have listened to Aldith's father, fuming himself he had grabbed Aidan's arm, "My daughter is a wildcat, full of more spirit than a woman has a right. If you are going to control her, you need the bitch to know who is the stud, she's yours now...good riddance!" An hour earlier, Aidan would have thought him crazy, likely punched him for so disparaging his new bride. He had loved her spirit, and how it manifested itself in the passion expressed in their bed. However, now, his face stinging with the slap at breakfast, his ego bruised by Aldith's turning her heel on outstretched hand.

Here he was, alone again, the only positive was there was no longer an audience of those he was supposed to lead that she could possibly humiliate him in front of, although he had no intention of testing her. There was the fire of anger in his eyes, and a set in his strong jaw, when Aldith finally approached. He needed to tell her that he would be leaving in the morning, that he would have her escorted safely to his castle, and she would have a small staff there to tend to her needs. The best news, he was sure, was that he would not be there. There was little need to mention that Cainnech would be part of the group riding out with him, Aldith did not know her, and despite today, Aiden had no intent to seek the offerings of a more receptive partner.

At first he did not hear her, he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't even know she was there. "What? Did you have something to say, or just another complaint or insult?" Her apology did surprise him, but it was a bit late. "Crossed paths?" Is that what you call slapping your husband, the future King, in front of all his subjects, the very people we were married to bring together."

She continued, he shook his head. "Yes, how horrible it must be, to have to admit you were a virgin and you gave yourself to your husband. It is not as if it hasn't been the custom at every wedding of nobles in your land or mine? Or were you just ashamed that it was me, for I heard your comment about how uncomfortable I had made you! I guess it was out of pain you clawed my back, and bit my neck! I am sorry I made you so uncomfortable!"

He even felt bad as he said it, for it was no his turn, ego humbled, feeling scorned to be an ass! Yet, as he watched her looked at her, he knew he loved her, but he would not humiliate himself over a love unrequited. But then, she finished....

"You did displease me, infuriated and humiliated me...." HIs eyes were scanning her up and down, "...come here..." Aidan lowered himself onto one knee, patting his thigh of the other. "I want you to stay, but....I need you to learn your lesson, and I need to know that I can trust you." Again, he patted his thigh. Seeing the confusion in her eyes. "You, my wife, need a spanking..." Yet it was not quite the same anger as he had felt earlier. For now, he was enjoying, more than he should, the idea of bending his wife over his knee. During their wedding night, Aiden had enjoyed every inch of his new wife, her eyes, her breasts, the tender lips of her pussy, and her cute, little heart shaped ass. For Aldith, had the sweetest little peach in any kingdom. And....Again he patted, "Over my knee!"

 

[scarlettnuit]

As the angry words flowed from Aidan’s mouth, each served to make her feel more and more ashamed of her actions. Her actions had been solely self-serving and to hear it all from his perspective made her cringe. He had been far kinder to her than any other man would have been and she had done nothing but embarrass him. She wanted to crawl under a rock and die.



She let him have his say, as he rightly deserved. She wanted to tell him that the sheets angered her because it was no one’s business but their own as to what transpired between them. She was sore because of anatomy; she had no control over it. She wanted to tell him that it was the snickering that had made her so angry this morning, to tell him that she felt something for him that she didn’t expect, and so many other things she was afraid to tell him. Communication was not exactly rewarded in the household she came from, especially from a lowly female.



She smiled as he offered a seat on his knee and went to it willingly. She was hoping the lesson would involve more kissing and more things like the previous night, but she was soon informed that it was punishment that she would be receiving.



“I’m no child…” she began to argue, only to be maneuvered over his knee and her skirts unceremoniously pulled up over her waist and her pale bare bottom was exposed.



She squirmed to get away, only to feel a solid slap land on her cheeks. Her emerald eyes opened wide as she gasped at the pain. She wanted to argue more but another firm smack was landed. Part of her was furious that he would treat her in such a demeaning manner while another part was…enjoying it?

 

[Homerun2611]

Aiden saw the little smile as he patted his knee, an eagerness that surprised him. She seemingly thought, all was forgiven and now she was ready to be cuddled and soothed. That was not the plan, and the advance stopped at his heel, and he knew she was about to flee.

"Oh now my wife, you have earned this!" Aiden's reaction were quick and powerful, athleticism she had enjoyed in her lover more than her disciplinarian. "Despite your father's words, I do no believe in hurting a woman, but, discipline, a respect for authority, the awareness and comfort of a firm, strong hand, YES!"

Wiggling and turning, it was a bit like wrestling a barracuda into the boat! However, our young prince was up to the task. He had once awoken to the breath of a cougar sniffing at him in his sleep, contemplating a mid night snack. Trying to push him away, he had found the cat up for a fight, and had deftly flipped him before he knew what he was doing and broken its muscled neck. So... wresting his wife, as fiery as she may be, was easily within his grasp. And grasp her he did, powerfully and securely.

She was in flight, her feet being whisked up, and her body turned and unceremoniously bent over his knee. "Not a child? Good to hear, then perhaps you might stop acting like one!" He was happy she could not see his grin, for he quite liked the fire, and suddenly it was with eager anticipation he lifted her dress, only to find her quite lacking in undergarments.

"Mmmm, yummm..." He thought, but he would not give her that satisfaction, at least not yet. There was some chaffing of her soft, tender thighs, and so the likely reason behind her lack of drawers. Oh how that must of burned as she rode that stallion, but it served her right.

"Trust me, this was not my plan!" He said as his hand skimmed over her right buttock as if aligning his aim to his delicious target. While true, it may not have been his plan, as he looked down to to heart shaped prize now naked before him, even he had to admit, it was divine, improvisation.

SMACK! Up his hand went and came down with force, a clear outline of his large hand creating a red mark on her Aldith's ivory bottom. Her derrier truly was quite perfect, with only the most minimal and quite delightful jiggle rippling from the force of his strike.

He heard the little yelp, but she was proud, and would not give him the benefit of acknowledging the sting. Yet that was not all, for she moved down, and he could have sworn, as she resumed her position, her perfect round bottom was pushed up slightly, as if silently commanding, "Please Sir, may I have another!"

The smile on his face broadened a bit more, for the punishment was evolving, and with this next strike his eyes focused on the slightly pursed lips of her pussy. SMACK! Again, the other cheek now reflecting the same mark as her twin sister. But this time he held it, YES, there was no doubt, those lips he had so gloriously kissed and licked last night, were beginning to glisten with, dare he think it, oh yes he would, arousal.

His fiery little Aldith was even more delicious and enticing than he thought, for she, seemed to intuitively understand that fine line between pleasure and pain, and how just the right delivery of one, might enhance the other.

Now rubbing out each of the ruby red marks on her skin, a deep sensuous massage, he watched for her reaction. Quite intentionally letting his fingers slip lower and lower into the crevice between her two perfect cheeks and wher her bottom met her thighs. "Are you understanding Aldith... understanding how you need to treat your husband...."
He now slid his finger up that sweet sliver between her tender folds, sampling the nectar that might be there. "Now I ask you Aldith, do you think I need to continue...spank you....or? His fingers were moving so wickedly slow, sensual teasing his young bride, testing her resolve, or inviting her to encourage him to once again enjoy each other back inside their tent?

 

[scarlettnuit]

She squeaked in surprise as his hand came down on her core and again as he gave her other cheek the same harsh punishment. She couldn’t believe this was happening and prayed that none from the camp saw her being humiliated to. It was easier to think of her fears than it was to acknowledge the delightful twinge his ministrations that now curled low in her belly. She took a breath in anticipation of another attempt at escape, but the feeling of his hand steady and solid on her ass made her pause. Was it over?



This question was answered with a resounding no as his hand came down on ass again, the initial sting a shock followed by throbbing that all seemed to be caressed away with the gentle touch of his hand as he rubbed out the mark he had no doubt left on her skin. She closed her eyes and felt her nipples harden, her breath finally let out as she bit her bottom lip.



She felt her clit throb to join the slick wetness she now felt seeping from her. Every inch of her skin felt sensitive to the lightest touch, especially her ass. She was losing the war against her attempt at self-control. She started to wonder what it said about her, if she were so easily reduced to this state. She started to wonder if there was something wrong with her for enjoying his touch, for surely, no woman SHE had ever known would have enjoyed this. They barely enjoyed being in the same room with their spouses.



Her thoughts were suddenly stopped as Aidan’s finger, slickened by her own wetness, now circled her clit. She let out a whimper as her head dropped at the glorious sensation. His finger’s continued movement made her gasp and bit her bottom lip. She unconsciously moved back against it, her body wanting more pressure so that she might release the tight coil of pleasure her was tightening inside of her.

 

[Homerun2611]

They had no idea they were being watched, for not only was Cainnech a fine rider and expert with a bow and arrow, she also seemed to have an emerging talent for espionage, she only required the proper motivation. She had followed Aldith, once she left her tent, albeit at a distance. Moving from tree to tree, if she cupped her hand to her ear, she could hear every word. She heard the apology, and her ex lover's response, and could barely contain her smile. This could not be working out better, he was chastising her, perhaps an anullment was not too late? But then, ""You, my wife, need a spanking...Over my knee!"

Spanking? To the God's that was not fair! Cainnech could not help her body's reaction to the command, the tightening of her nipples, nor the tingle and wetness in her loins. By all things fair, that should have been her! Cainnech liked it rough, rougher the better, and Aiden, her Aiden, was the man she longed to guide her along that sweet, sweet precipice of pleasure and pain! She was half tempted to rush over herself, push the insolent bitch out of the way, and flip up her own dress for Aiden. Yet she stayed silent, watched, as the girl seemingly fought it? The smile returned, hope rekindled, this Aldith might still grab defeat from the jaws of victory!

She watched with a keen eye, how Aiden pulled her dress up, and then cringed, licking her lips as he seemed to massage her bottom. She felt her entire body jerk, as he struck his blow, even letting out a moan, which was fortunately muted and carried away by the sunset breeze. She leaned her head around the tree that was hiding her, her eyes on the petulant young bride. Oh how she hoped to see anger, fury, but instead she saw eyes closing and a whimper, but not the whimper of pain she hoped, but the whimper she knew better than anyone, the whimper of desire and submission.

She did not wait around, she had seen enough, she could bare no more. As she headed back to her tent, she could only hope one thing, this was only one night, tomorrow she would leave, with Aiden, and this creature would no longer be an obstacle.

For Aiden's part, he sensed the torment in his bride, he knew her pride, loved her spirit, but what he loved more was how she could bend and rid all that in the moment, under his hand. It had happened last night, to thunderous, glorious results, but then today, it had been gone. So spanking complete, soothing and rubbing commencing, with progression to the entertainment of her most sensitive folds, he was acute to her reactions, and when finally, the dew grew thick and the nectar began to flow, when he felt her relax and pushed back for more attention.

He was now using two fingers, pressing inside to tease her, before sliding up to roll her clit as he felt it swell and respond to his touch. In fact he was quite content and enjoying himself immensely "You did not answer me, dear wife....do you think I should conintue this punishment..." He almost snickered, as to call what he was doing punishment, was ridiculous. He was wantonly enjoying and stimulating her young, still quite naive pussy. "Or....have you learned your lesson... and would you like to put today behind us... perhaps head to our tent and eat...or...perhaps you might undress your husband...let me undress you....and see if we might not try to simply enjoy each other?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

She looked up at him, her eyes slightly glazed over from the lust he stirred in her. If this was punishment, she very much hoped that she would displease him again! She let out a soft moan as she felt his two fingers enter her, only to leave her empty again but to replace the delicious feeling with another.



It was only the caress of the cool breeze that brought her mind back enough to realize how exposed she now was, not only to the elements, but to prying eyes. She took advantage of his momentary softness and managed to wiggle away, only just getting her skirts down enough to cover her rump before it hit the ground. She hissed at the pain of her tender bottom against the hard ground. She then slowly managed to stand before him and offered her hand to help him up.



“I think retreating to the privacy of your tent would be most prudent,” she said, her cheeks blushing almost as brightly as her bottom.

 

[Homerun2611]

Aiden was surprised by his sudden escape. “I take it you do not wish me to continue?” It was an honest question as her body language had certainly suggested otherwise. “Or is it only that the lady, who so willingly slapped and rejected me in public suddenly desires discretion?”

He was toying a bit, for their “punishment” had lit the same flames of desire it had in her. He got up, listening to her suggestion of “prudence” although if he were truly prudent he likely would have left her back at the great hall, an ungrateful bride who perhaps might learn a thing or two by residing with the ladies of the King’s court.

Instead, may the God’s save him, he liked her fire, her spirit, and how last night they had burned oh so sweetly to his touch. “Fine!” He announced, sweeping her up in his arms, and striding with urgency to their tent. He flipped open the large flap, and saw his tent had been attended to as ordered. Pillows and first adoring the floors, candles lighting The silks hanging inside the tented walls.

Once inside he set her down, and spun her, undoing her buttons in one quick, strong pull. If she had wondered before, she should now have no doubt of the strength of the young warrior, he was fit and strong, the alpha of his breed, not only in title but substance!

Up he lifted her undergarments, only to spin her again, and pull her into a passionate kiss. “So, my wife, do you wish to continue to deny me ….?” He did not finish his statement, and instead pulled her into a second, even more passionate and lengthy kiss!

 

[scarlettnuit]

Aldith let out a small squeak as she was picked up by her strong and very handsome husband. She took this brief moment to look over his visage and take in just how beautiful he was. The look of desire in his eyes tightened the coil that was building low in her stomach and before she realized what she was doing, she found her teeth raking over his earlobe, the tip of her tongue brushing his warm soft skin. She was delighted by the mildly salty taste of it.



Just as she was considering sucking on that delightful piece of flesh, she was set down and her dress, unceremoniously, was removed from her body. The sharp tug made her gasp at the strength it took for him to remove it without care for the multitude of fastenings it had taken to get her in it. Why this show of strength made her want to growl and tear his clothes off, she wasn’t sure. She was unable to think on it very long as she was spun around and drawn into a hot searing kiss.



This time her growl broke free from her throat and echoed into hit deliciously hot, sweet mouth. When he finally released her from his sensual embrace, she started to pull at his clothes. What she lacked in knowledge she made up for in enthusiasm. She wasn’t sure if it was the lovely location he had chosen for their tent, or simply the fact that here, in this moment, in this place, no one and nothing else mattered except for them. It dawned on her that for the first time in her life, she had a taste of something resembling freedom.



“I am sorry that I embarrassed you my lord,” she began as she pulled his shirt over his head, “but I will endeavor to make up for them…”



She trailed off as she looked over his hard battle steeled body. Now that they were not on some sort of lewd display, she let her fingers trace over the lines of his chest and stomach before pausing at his breeches. She hesitated, blushing hotly as considered what lay beneath, but summoned up the courage to help him remove them until he was as delightfully naked as she was.



She was now in unfamiliar territory again as his cock jutted out proudly in her direction. She was sure her face was bright red with her shy embarrassment, but she tried to push through and moved towards him and kissed his chest, as this was all her petite form could reach without standing on the tips of her toes. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath before snaking her hand between them and wrapping her soft fingers around his girth and started stroking.



Her big green eyes then turned up towards his own, watching his expression in the hopes that what she was doing pleased him.



“I may not be experienced, but I am a very eager student,” she told him, hoping that he would find this boldness attractive.

 

[Homerun2611]

There were so many reasons they should not have liked each other, the circumstances were dated and a bit appalling. She a young virgin, tossed into a marriage and new world, to a man she had never met. Aiden, alternatively had found what he thought was love, but now, in contrast to the near magnetic attraction he felt for Aldith, made him realize had only been lust.

Cainnech was bold and brash, and she had known what she wanted for a long time, to be Aiden's bride and the eventual Queen, and had used her body and feminine wiles to seduce and pull Aiden, quite willingly, into her lair. Aldith was different though, not calculating or contrived, there's was a natural passion, so strong that despite the factors that could well have made them adversaries drew them, as if predestined, into each other's arms.

Even her rejections of him today, he knew were pride and not really her, her brain, not her heart, for it was her heart that now had her teeth gnawing at his ear lobe, and the purr emanating from somewhere deep in her soul. It had engulfed him in passion, hence the quick and powerful removal of her dress, as it was a mere impediment to the delightful thrill ride her young, and still largely naïve body presented!


She was petite but curvy, her breasts not yet succumbed to nursing a child, or the gravity of age. Instead they stood perky, her nipples hard with arousal, as her body could no more show indifference to him then her purr! As she ripped at his clothes he could not help but smile, for what better way to have the fine cotton sheared than by the nails of an overenthusiastic lover.

"I do think I understand, but I am never your enemy and the show of our passion should never be a source of embarrassment, for most couples live a live absent any passion at all, wouldn't you far rather have this?"
He saw her enjoy his body with some curiosity, but then hesitate. "Do not hesitate, you will find me more than ready and wanting! Wanting and needing to be inside of your once again, if you are recovered enough to enjoy my mount again!"

He was teasing her a bit, as he knew she was sore, but her musk also betrayed how much his new young bride was in heat, for the weapon of enjoyment sheathed beneath his britches. As soon as he was naked he actually took a step back so that they could feast their eyes and each enjoy the beauty of each other, the young lovers so perfect in their form.

She closed and he felt her hot, almost panting breath on his chest, this was once again the woman from last night, the one he loved and wanted as his wife. Her delicate hand could barely grip his thick, long phallus, but she instinctively knew to stroke him as he twitched and throbbed in her hand. Reaching down he held her face in his hands to look up at him, as he did not try to hide his moans of enjoyment at her initiative, but used his kiss to stifle his moans as he thrusted in synch with her hand.


Releasing the kiss, he kept his lips brushing hers. "Do not be embarrassed, I want you to want me, as much as I do you, to want my body, and while I am gone to dream about me being back with you, just like this..." He spun her quickly, so that her back now faced her, but he guided her arm and hand back to again caress his cock, as he pulled her hair to the side to kiss down her neck. "I like being in your hands, as I believe...." And with that, still kissing down her neck and shoulders, he wrapped one hand around her firm young breasts, her nipple in his fingers, while his other arm wrapped around and his hand and fingers cupped to grip her mound. "... you like being in mine!"

He teased and massaged her soft, moist, mons, while pulling her upper body back to arch her back to press against his chest, gently squeezing her breast and teasing her nipples. "Aldith, I like that you are inexperienced but willing, I like more that you seem to enjoy passion and are not frightened by where that might take us...whether it be gentle and sweet or rough and demanding....I am yours and you are mine, and for us ... there are no other rules!"

 

[scarlettnuit]

She paused momentarily as he mentioned being gone, but her thoughts were all too quickly led astray as his rough calloused hands moved over her silken skin to her most sensitive areas. Dear Saints above how could something so rough feel so wonderfully exquisite?



She sighed softly as her knees buckled slightly for a moment, but his strong arm around her torso kept her from hitting the floor. Such hot sweet lips against her next, such rough hands on the rest of her body. She knew with her entire being that none of this could be right, that no man and wife should behave in such a way and if that be so, then she would enter hell’s gates with a happy smile amongst her regalia.



When she could stand it no more she turned to face him and pushed him forcefully down upon the makeshift bed. She then straddled his chest, taking a moment to taste the salt of his neck with a grazing bite. For reasons she was only beginning to understand, she wanted to devour him whole, to keep him happily tucked away in this tent until the sea ran dry and all the wood turned to ash. She almost hated how beautiful she found him.



She kissed her way down his body, the musk of his skin from the day’s ride intoxicating her senses further. She kissed and licked every plane her lips crossed, raked her teeth gently over his nipples. She knew she should be ashamed of herself for being so wanton, but there was little of her logical brain still firing, and instead, she was driven by her primal desire.



As she kissed her way down to the apex of his body, she gently bit the flesh just below his navel, almost as an appetizer of what was to come. She moved between his spread legs and knelt on her own. She raked her nails up his legs gently, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at his engorged cock.



There was no doubt that in this, she was still a novice, but it didn’t deter her from leaning down and running the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip as her eyes watched his for a reaction. Something about this made her feel powerful and she smiled unexpectedly as she took him into her warm wet mouth.



She sighed softly at the salty taste of him, the scent of his musk even more powerful now, a fuel that continued to ignite her fire. She did her best to be creative, to use his moans and reactions as queues on how and where to lick and suck. Her favorite part was when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and was with a salty sweet dollop of his precum.



Eventually, she made herself pull her mouth away from his glorious member as she nipped her way back up the beautiful planes of his body and to his neck.



“How was that was?” she whispered into his ear, a smile in her voice.

 

[Homerun2611]

Aiden had never understood such talk, that relations between a man and a woman, more explicitly a husband and a wife should not be incredible. His father had pulled him aside as a boy, "One day you will marry, and this woman will bare you children, keep your household, but you need understand, that only a brothel can bring the freedom for a man to explore what he truly desires with women willing to provide it."

That had been his father's advice, his mother's quite different. "Aiden my dear son, I know you will hear of the pleasures that only a whore can provide, but that is because men are brutish pigs, your father is a brutish pig, only wanting to dispense his seed, and have his own cock serviced." You could hear the disgust and disdain in her voice. She brought out the mandolin that she had insisted he learn, and had subsequently mastered.

"A woman, wants to be played liked this instrument, you do not bang it on the ground like a drum, you finger the chords and pluck the strings. Sometimes you play it slow, sweet, sometimes rough and raucous, but always with rhythm, always with purpose and focus, your entire mind and body committed to creating the sweetest of music. And should you do that my son, play those chords and hit all the right notes, your woman, the right woman, will make the sweetest music you shall ever hear!"

Cainnech had been an instrument, there was no doubt, but she was percussion, responding only to, and clear in her demand to be pounded, and pounded hard by his thick, long stick. The music, if you could call it that, had been loud, brash, yet rhythmic, unquestionably enjoyable, but far from a song or symphony. No, he had never come close to experiencing what in only their first encounter, he had elicited and enjoyed with Aldith.

Her body was an instrument, responsive and soft, yet feisty and wanting. Making love with her was passion of the highest order, worthy of his natural, and immense talent, and his own sizable and impressive instrument. And her music, oh how it resounded in his very soul, and made him long for the next session, and how they might riff!

Once naked though, she had turned the tables, the instrument becoming the player, as she wickedly glided up and down his body, her fingers, body, lips, teeth and tongue toying and driving him crazy, each note leading effortlessly and wontonly into the next, "Ohhhh....mmmmm.....ohhhh....yesss!" The soft, wet kisses down his body, how she licked and tasted, the teasing and biting of his nipples.... mmmm, how he liked, squirmed, moaned reaching down to run his hands on her body, and run his fingers through her thick hair.

He did his best to hold back, but her kisses, her breath, her licks, fanned his flames to a roaring inferno, he could feel his body tensing, relaxing and then tensing again in this naked, writhing dance. "Oh wife you do please me ... do you like my taste, I hope you feast on me again and again, and allow me to do the same!"

He was grinding and thrusting, without even thinking, she had the looks of a lady, and innocent and the skills of a concubine! This was the woman he had thought he had last night, lost today, only to have her reemerge again. One thing was clear, he enjoyed her most here, like this, naked and engaged! He inhaled and could smell her musk, and he knew she dripped as much for him as he throbbed for her.

She was now down on him, taking him deeper into her mouth and throat than he thought possible, he had married a sexual sorceress, how could he be so lucky! "You are as beautiful as you are talented, I love how you look and feel with me in your mouth! Never have I felt such pleasure!" When she broke, only to catch her breath, the strings of saliva hung majestically from his tip to her lips, the visual breathtaking!

She halted only a moment before letting him impale her once again! But no man could last too long like this, not even a would be king! "It is my cum you have inspired, conjured and will soon receive....the only question is where, do you hunger in your belly to swallow and feast of my offering, or for your womb to be coated and marked by it?"
She gave one final tease and twirl of her wicked, pointy tongue, lapping at his copious precum, before working her way, tantalizingly back up, lips, tongue and teeth all madly at work, and only when back and whispering in his ear, did she playfully request a review.

"How was that?" Your body has been designed by the Gods, your talents the devil, for such pleasure as you bestow is paradise personified. Oh, wife, how you make me want and need... I dare ask how you learned what you did, for I like to think of you pure, but I enjoy and relish you most wicked!"

He took a deep breath, "Oh how I will miss you when I am gone, my body will go through withdrawal, my cock deep depression, for you have allowed me into paradise, and in paradise I want to stay, in your bed, making love to you in the most scandalous and sensous of ways! He rolled over so that he was now on top, his hands slipped under the outsides of her knees and lifted her bottom from the feather bed, as he stood royally on his knees in front of her. Both of their eyes scanning and enjoying the visual beauty of each other's nakedness.

"Oh how I want you, need you, love you..." Lifting and spreading her, he pulled her up and in, as he thrusted down and deep! "Yes...yes, wife....you have whipped a stallion into frenzy, so prepare to be taken, and taken hard!" He was quickly deep inside of her, balls deep, and slapping against her ass. "Fuck me Aldith, fuck your stallion....fuck your husband, fuck your king!"

One thing Aiden now knew, he did not need a whore, and his wife was an incredible instrument, strings, brass and drum combined, and the music was a complete and all consuming symphony, ready to surpass one crescendo with another and another....

 

[scarlettnuit]

She blushed at his praise and for the first time in her life felt powerful. She felt as if she could do anything with this man at her side, and that if she wanted to, perhaps she could even rule him. Now wouldn’t that be an interesting endeavor!



Before she could think long on this thought, she was moved onto her back and they both reveled in each other’s youth and beauty. Was this what life could be like? Easy jokes and love and passion? Already it was far more enjoyable than she had ever thought was possible. However, the mention of missing her left her confused. Just as she was about to ask what he meant, he was seated deep inside of her, and every logical thought was pushed out of her head.



The sheer pleasure of being filled so deeply made her gasp with pleasure. It was different from the last time. This time there was no pain or discomfort, it was not soft and slow. The sound of their skin coming together sounded against the sheer walls of their temporary home, and so lost in the moment was she, that she didn’t think to care that the entire camp could probably hear everything. In this moment, all she cared to think and feel was the unbridled pleasure that their union had created.



How could it possibly feel better than before? With every thrust he stoked the flame of the fire burning deep in her belly. His words both shocked and entranced her. Something about his crass words also seemed to add to the pleasure.



While she was not brave enough to return his naughty banter, she did return his vigor in kind. Her nails dug into his back as her hips moved up to meet him. Part of her could scarcely believe that such pleasure was possible as she ebbed closer and closer to her climax. As she reached her peak pressed her mouth into his neck and shoulder to try and muffle her very adamant sounds of pleasure.



It seemed to last forever, her whole body tensing as she held onto him for dear life. When she finally came down from her heady height, her body collapsed beneath him and swam in the afterglow. As she tried to catch her breath she looked at him and smiled and thought that perhaps, just perhaps she loved him too.



“If only we never had to leave this tent…” she sighed.



The cool night had drifted in and she relished in the feeling of his warm body against hers. She was torn between being hungry and being incredibly tired, the latter was starting to win the battle.



“When must we leave in the morning?”

 

[Homerun2611]

If it had been modern times, and Aiden had the proper learning, he might have well concluded that his Aldith was bipolar, or schizophrenic, for what else could explain the two women he encountered. At the wedding, and again this morning at breakfast and then all through the day, she was cold, stand offish, proud and frankly ... a bitch! A feline proud and uncaring, haughty, with the hair trigger of a hell cat!

But in their bedroom, or alone, the hell cat became a kitten, a sex kitten at that. A bit shy, yes, but purring and welcoming, enjoying all he administered, whether it be a spanking, a kiss or caress, or exploring and enjoying her manually, orally or coitally. A mere touch, or even hint, found her nipples as hard as pebbles, her back ready to arch, her nails ready to dig, her thighs ready to spread, and her vagina slick with anticipation.

Yes, there were two sides to his beautiful young wife, one he hated and drove him crazy, the other was the song of the siren with an attraction more powerful and more addictive than opium! At the moment, he was in full enjoyment of the latter. Aiden had thoroughly enjoyed Aldith's response to his spanking, letting her fire and anger turn to passion, and then bringing that passion inside. Openly admitting her inexperience, but more fully declaring her desire to engage, and please and be pleased, both in word, but more so, deliciously, spectacularly, in action!

Aiden too felt the difference, the soreness that Aldith might have anticipated, would not occur, perhaps overcome by the chemistry, as her every action did things to him, and he to her, he could not be harder or find her body more accepting and inducing to enjoy. This time, as he mounted her saddle, he fit like a glove, and she anticipated his every action and accentuated it, one parry, returned with an even more satisfactory thrust. Deep powerful strokes rocked their tent, as she spread, opened, wrapped and clawed, and he tensed, drove, rolled and thrusted. They made love longer than seemingly human, as the future king, the incomparable warrior proved his staying power, and the maiden proved her innate abilty to inspire and urge her lover beyond his wildest dreams!

No objective observer who would have seen them, could have defined their action, their penetration, the waves of raw desire, physical beauty and passion as anything other than magnificent. Finally she came, gripping and taking, writhing beneath him and beckoning him to answer, reciprocate, and fill her womb with volley after volley of his needy and grateful seed! When they finished, and he rolled to her side, pulling her into his arms, their bodies were lathered in perspiration, working hard to simply regain their breath. Yet they were at the epitome of their physical condition, they had simply run a sexual marathon at the pace of the swiftest of sprinters.

Aiden was grinning from ear to ear, "you must be spawn from the gods, for only within your body, between your legs have I ever known paradise!" Aiden was tired, exhausted even, spent in the most wonderful way possible, he wanted to sleep like a baby wrapped around the woman who had made him feel such unsurpassed ecstasy, enjoy this last night together in who knows how long, when ...
“If only we never had to leave this tent…” she sighed. Aiden curled her tighter, even grounded himself in a bit, as if his body might possibly be ready to enjoy his sexy muse just one more time.

But then ...

The cool night had drifted in and she relished in the feeling of his warm body against hers. She was torn between being hungry and being incredibly tired, the latter was starting to win the battle.

“When must we leave in the morning?”

Aiden nibbled on her ear, growling like the sated wolf he was, clearly not understanding the implication of the question, and quickly finding sleep consuming him. "I must leave at sun-up, but I will leave word, not to wake you, to let you recover from our night of love. You still have nearly eight hours ride to our castle, your new home!" Aiden would not take her back to the Ó Bradáin Castle, but he had been given their own Castle my King Boru as a present, while still on Ó Bradáin lands, nearly a two hour ride closer to Aldith's home. The location reflecting the harmony that would reign between the two clans, or so was the intent...

As his final words left his lips, he was asleep, content, yet oblivious that he just may have turned his kitten, back into a hellcat! At sunrise it was not the birds that awoke him, but the touch of Cainnech on his shoulder, dressed as warrior and ready to ride, "My Lord it is sun up, and it is time to take your leave ..." She made no reference to Lady Aldith, and she wished it was an image she could purge forever from her memory!