Conquered By The Knight: Historical Medieval Romance (3 page)

“It just feels so much better when there is a cock filling you inside,” said Tara in between breaths.

“You sound like a proper whore.” said Tristan. “I love it.” He began to kiss her passionately. She held his face in her palms, his cock still hard inside her.

“It's my turn now, my little minx.” he said, patting her behind and flipping her over so that she was on all fours. She giggled and remarked, “This is how the animals do it.”

“Well, that's what we all are truly.” he said as he positioned himself behind her. He ran his hands over her smooth, white back. The numerous bruises from her beatings had not healed and he ran a soothing palm over them, making her shake. Her little, firm buttocks looked inviting and Tristan brought his cock between them to begin to fuck her.

His cock went into her slick passage easily, but being taken from behind meant that Tara could feel whole new places in her pussy being stimulated and felt like she was on fire. The combination of a stinging pain and warm pleasure made for a remarkable sensation. She bit her lip as she felt her sex contract against Tristan's cock. Tristan used his hands to caress her behind while he thrust rapidly into her. When he felt himself coming close to a climax, he held her sweet buttcheeks open and penetrate deep into her, making her cry out with each thrust. He finally began to ejaculate inside her, his warm semen flooding her insides as he grunted with pleasure. His hands sought her big breasts which he held onto in the throes of his orgasm.

They lay next to each other for a few moments, spent in pleasure and deliciously exhausted. Tristan held Tara in his arms when he finally pulled out of her.

“A good lady always sucks her man's cock clean when he's done,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

By now, Tara had caught on to his ways.

“Really, sir?” she asked skeptically. “Is that really what they do?” and was answered with a sheepish grin.

But she complied with his demand anyway, and brought her mouth close to his member with morbid fascination. It glistened with their mixed juices and she closed her eyes while she brought her tongue out to lick the tip. It was an odd taste, she thought, the potent saltiness of his semen was masked slightly by her sweeter love juices. But she actually quite enjoyed it, especially his groans when she would run her tongue over his cock head, that was now all the more sensitive. Very soon his cock was completely clean, but now it was throbbing and hard yet again.

“This is a vicious cycle,” she said, her eyebrows raised.

“You know what to do,” said Tristan with a sly smile, and Tara began to kiss him, while her hand intuitively began to work at his cock.

Yet another woman converted into a lustful animal, he thought proudly.

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