Dusk fell early on these September nights, and although the days were still sunny and warm, with the coming of evening there was a nip in the air.
Sir David and Marion sipped spiced wine before the fire, while he told her what was transpiring at court. She had a brilliant mind, and he often discussed his work with her. There were few secrets that they didn't share, although even from her, certain items of information must be kept.
“The fire's getting low.” Marion shifted in her chair, and looked up at her husband, a hint of invitation in her eyes. “I had a fire lit in the bedroom. Why not take our wine in there? You must be tired after your long journey.”
Sir David laughed.
“Not so tired I can't give you what you're after, my hot little bitch.” He reached over and caught her crotch with his hand, feeling the high mound under the rustling silk. “You'd like that filled, wouldn't you?”
Marion smiled and thrust her pelvis forward. It had been a long time since that big spear had pierced her belly, and her cunt ached to be pounded, to feel it ramming up into her. She knew that it would be a long, perfectly fulfilling night, but she was impatient for it to begin.
Sir David stood up. The thought of his wife's waiting body made his body warm, and he felt the passion returning to his genitals. He knew so well what she promised. He had waited long enough. The little scene earlier had calmed him briefly, but now he longed for the wet pull of Marion's cunt on his distended prick; longed to shoot his cream into her belly, up her ass, down her throat. Before this night was out, there would be no orifice of her body that he wouldn't splash with sperm.
He took her hand and pulled her out of the chair. As she came into his arms, his mouth crushed down on hers. He tensed as she forced her tongue between his lips, darting it over the roof of his mouth. His cock was now a hard, heavy rod between them.
“Go and undress. I'll be right in.” He gave her a light push toward the door. “You, Madam, are going to get fucked. God, how you're going to get fucked.”
She smiled over her shoulder coquettishly.
“Oh, sir! Well, I'll try to do my wifely duty.”
His eyes followed her as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. He wanted a moment to cool down a bit. If he went to her immediately, it would be over much too quickly.
Although quite capable of several ejaculations in a night, he liked to prolong each as long as possible.
Marion walked up the curving stairway and along the passage to the apartment she shared with her husband. A large fire was burning brightly in the grate, and she hurried to it. The halls were drafty and unheated and she was shivering.
Unlacing the front of her dress, she began to undress before the fire. As she bent forward to pick up the fallen garment, more than the heat of the blaze warmed her loins. She thought of the night ahead of her, and rubbed her legs together in anticipation. Her husband was not a gentle lover and already she could feel his masterful grip on thigh and buttock. Tomorrow would leave her with a goodly number of bruises, but that in itself she looked forward to. She did not want to be wooed by her lord and master. Nothing excited her more than to have him take her roughly, violently, as though she were a mere object for his use.
Taking the bedwarmer from under the covers, Marion crawled naked into the huge canopied bed to await her husband's coming. The silk sheets had been nicely warmed, and she slid further down into the bed, luxuriating in the feel of the sleek material against her cool skin. Her hand ran down her belly and thigh, and she caressed her crotch lightly her fingers encountering the moisture that was already beginning to ooze from her vagina.
The door opened. Sir David crossed the room and bent over the bed. She reached up for him and in a moment his lips were on hers. He ground his mouth down, pressing her lips away from her teeth, and slid his thick tongue into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked it, pressing herself closer into his arms. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his lips moved down to her throat, caressing and nibbling. His hand slid under the coverlet and he stroked the heavy breasts, teasing and pinching the sensitive nipples.
Marion pushed forward with her pelvis, but Sir David refused to take the hint. He would arouse her at his own speed, keeping her as long as he wanted to from the orgasm he knew she so desired. True, she often had three or more orgasms to his one, a fact which delighted him, but he had no intention of spoiling her. Let the wench suffer.
He continued to titillate her breasts, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her throat; burying his tongue deep in her ear. Marion was panting and twisting on the bed, caught in the sea of sensation that beat against every part of her body at once. She wanted him. Wanted his cock inside her. Wanted his mouth and hands to grasp and bite her. Wanted fulfillment. But she knew she'd have to wait.
Sir David moved his hand down to the waiting cunt and slid his fingers over her clitoris. She cried out and arched up off the bed. He pushed three fingers deep into her cunt, and she writhed frantically on them. Wait? God, how could she wait?
Sir David sat up abruptly, taking his hand away. She whimpered and turned toward him, but he stood up smiling down at her.
“Patience, darling. Patience.”
He flicked the covers down to the foot of the bed and looked at her lying naked against the sheet. She squirmed and spread her legs wide in invitation.
Sir David was getting impatient himself. Looking down at the choice, lush figure writhing in passion, he longed to tear his clothes off and push deep into her. His cock throbbed painfully and he knew how quickly he could pump a gush of semen into that dripping cunt.
With a great deal of control, he forced himself to undress slowly. He stood beside the bed, his huge cock jutting out a full ten inches or more and grabbed his wife by the hair, pulling her toward him. He pushed his cock deep between her lips, and gasped as he felt the fierce draw of her mouth on his nob. For only a moment he allowed her to suck and pull, then he moved her away. Any more of that would drag an orgasm from him whether he wanted it or not, and he had something else in mind.
“Turn on your stomach. I'm going to ride you, woman.”
Marion did as she was told, grinding her belly and legs into the mattress, trying to rub herself off on the sheets.
Sir David pulled her legs apart roughly and knelt behind her. How had he done without this for so long? Bending forward he ran his tongue up her thigh, licking at the juncture of her two fat cheeks. He reached under her and lifted her up off the bed so that she was even more exposed, then shot his tongue deep into her vagina. His tongue was strong and thick and he licked the inside walls, sucking hard as he did so.
Marion moaned a low, deep moan, arching up even higher off the bed. There was no need for Sir David to hold her up any longer, and with his two hands he pulled apart the cheeks of the bottom so temptingly presented to him. Tonguing the crack thus exposed, he thought how much like a small girl's cunt it was; almost hairless, the hole tight and almost inaccessible. His tongue explored for a moment then entered into her anus, stabbing and licking it.
“Oh God! Oh, God, I shall come! I can't stop it.”
Sir David continued to work at her ass with his mouth, as she moved frantically under him. He wanted her to come before he went into her. If she were too hot when he pushed his cock in, she wouldn't feel it as much, and he wanted very much to have her feel it. He wanted her to know, through pain as well as pleasure, who her master was.
With a half scream, Marion's body arched rigid, then relaxed. Sir David moved his face back, and she lay in front of him, panting heavily.
Before she could catch her breath, Sir David pulled her up so that she was on her knees, her bottom in the air and her breasts resting against the bed.
He took his pulsing cock, burning unbearably now, and directed the nob to the tightly puckered anus. Without further preliminary, he rammed in. Marion screamed as her orifice stretched unwilling to admit him. It wasn't very often that her husband took advantage of this means of gratification, and she was by no means stretched. Sir David, the fire coursing through his loins pushed forward then pulled back. The incredible pressure of her tight little hole was almost agony, but he had no desire to go slowly.
Feeling the almost unbelievable pressure in her guts, Marion screamed. It hurt so, and yet she could feel the hot juice running out of her cunt.
“Don't hurt me!” He stabbed again. She heard his breath choked and heavy. His fingers dug deep into her belly, lifting her, holding her still as he stabbed yet again.
“Don't hurt me! God, don't hurt me!” The strokes came more quickly now, as her ass hole relaxed to receive the burning cock.
Sir Francis grabbed her by the hair, digging in with both hands, pulling her head back sharply. She reared up against him, trying to escape the sword that was invading her; trying to wriggle away from the pain, yet caught.
“Buck, you bitch.” He drove his cock the full length up her ass. “Rear, harlot.” He slapped her hard across the cheek of her bottom, thrilling at the sight of the red welt he left. “Fuck, whore,” he hit her again. She pushed and screamed, trying to escape. Her bottom banged against his belly, and his balls rubbed the opening to her cunt. It hurt; hurt so terribly, and yet she knew that she was coming.
“Don't! Don't hurt me.”
He stabbed again, his pace quickening. The thick fluid was rising in his shaft, and only his greatest control kept him from shooting in her that instant.
He pulled her head back harder. Her breasts were now off the bed, and her whole body was arched in a tight bow.
He pounded in; harder and faster.
“Fuck, bitch! Fuck, slave!”
She writhed against him, lost between pain and passion.
Don't. Don't hurt.
Yes! Yes, do hurt! Possess me! Rip; tear; pound; hurt me; take me. God, I'm coming I'm coming!
Marion screamed, her head pulled back so abruptly that her throat felt as if it might split.
Sir David waited no longer. He grunted, pushing and charging, and the come that had waited all these weeks rushed out of him, high up in the woman's ass.
He clutched her still as the fire left him. She sagged against the bed, exhausted, and in a moment his now limp penis slipped out of her.
He lay down beside her almost unconscious figure and took her in his arms.
For the moment he wanted to be gentle, and now he could afford to be. He knew his woman well. Did he not show her, often and graphically, who was boss, she would have despised him.
“I love you. Oh, Davy, I love you so.”
She snuggled against him. Her bottom hurt now; hurt like hell. But what a small price to pay for the serenity of the rest of her body-and mind.
This was her man. He would never inflict on her more than she could bear. He would only hurt her enough to tame her.
But hurt her he would; when and as he desired. He owned her.
In return for total obedience he would shield her from every other person or thing that might threaten.
She leaned her face against his chest, feeling the breadth of it and the thick, rough hair.
This was her man. Her master and protector.
Sir David stroked her back, fondling the buttocks that had so recently received his charge. He had known how good it would be, and he had not been disappointed. His loins still tingled with the remnants of sensation.
“How have you managed in my absence? Have you been faithful?”
“You know nothing can replace you!” Marion laughed.
Sir David laughed with her, but his fondling increased and he felt his prick stiffen.
He lifted her chin and kissed her up-turned mouth, playing his tongue over and between her lips. She darted her pointy tongue into his mouth and pressed against him.
Sir David ran his hand down her body, teasing the outer lips of her crotch lightly with his finger tips. She groaned and pressed her lips tighter to his.
Working his fingers between the lips, Sir David caressed and rubbed the high, rigid clitoris, as Marion's hips moved under him, and the juice started to flow out of her.
He delighted in arousing her, and could feel his great staff pressing into the soft flesh of her belly. Guts and thighs burned, and his rod ached to get into her.
He rolled her over on her back and took her legs in his hands as he moved between them. Lifting her knees high, he rammed in, crying out as he felt the wet pull of her cunt along the full length of his tool.
Marion moved frantically. God, how long it had been since that huge cock had invaded her belly.
Sir David rammed harder and higher, wanting to split her wide open, to crawl bodily inside that beautiful hole.
With a great heave of her body, Marion came violently, and Sir David felt the hot, greasy liquid pour out of her, soaking his thighs and balls.
He pulled out of her and let her legs fall back onto the bed. Straddling her chest, he jerked her head up and drove his bursting cock, wet and slick with her own come, between her lips.
His balls brushed against her breasts, stroking the nipples. Sir David felt a sensation like a shower of red hot needles run through him and settle in an agony of passion in the shaft and nob of his cock.
Holding her head up with both hands, he thrust forward again. He was not passively letting Marion suck him off. He was fucking her mouth.
Harder and faster he drove, almost choking her as the big, pounding cock stabbed into her mouth and throat. In a final burst of wild thrusts, Sir David came, feeling the sperm rise from his balls and rush along the column of his cock till it gushed out into Marion's throat in hard, gut-tearing spurts.
He let her head drop, and fell onto the bed beside her, completely satisfied for the moment.
They both drifted into a heavy sleep, not even bothering to pull up the coverings. They could, and would, rest now, but both knew that before many hours had passed they would awake and the passion would begin all over again.
The night had just begun.