Authors: Katherine Kingston
Walpurgis Night (14 page)
“I must have won the favor of the gods,”
Henrik
said to her.
“Though I know not how.
Yet in a short time I’ve gained the opportunity I’ve waited for all my life and the lady I’ve waited for all my life to share it. I cannot think I’ve deserved so much, yet I’ll not refuse it.”
“You certainly won’t,”
Fianna
answered. “I am blessed as well. To have gained your love is a treasure I could never have hoped for. Tell me about your ships and where we sail to.”
For the next hour or so, as they lay together, he described his ships, what they looked like, how they sailed, how they judged the winds, knew how to steer, and where they would plan to go. His enthusiasm for the adventure ignited
her own
interest. They discussed places they might go and sights they hoped to see.
After a while, though, he began to caress her breast, and the banked heat roused inside her.
“This time we go
slow
,” he promised her as he nuzzled at her throat. “Now that you are mine, I want to know every inch of you, and show you what it means to belong to me.”
“As I would know every inch of my husband,” she answered, marveling at that word and the reminder they were bound together.
He began a very slow exploration of her body, using both hands and lips, searching out every interesting curve, each fold of skin, every sensitive area, and all the little hidden places. His touches made her gasp and squeal. When she insisted on doing the same, he lay back and let her fingers roam over his flesh until he couldn’t bear her caresses any longer.
He knelt and flipped her over onto her belly then tugged her up to her knees.
Fianna
wondered what he was about. She felt oddly exposed and vulnerable in that position. At first, though, he merely continued his explorations, running his hands over her bottom, prying apart the cheeks to run first his finger and then his tongue up and down the crack. The sensation was unnerving and exciting at the same time.
“Which of those young men would you have chosen
,
had I not come along to offer you another choice?”
Henrik
asked her.
Puzzled by the question, she turned to look at him. A light of mischief danced in his eyes.
In the same playful spirit, she answered, “I am still not sure. They all offered me great gifts. Jerrod would have given me a grand home to live in.”
He suddenly brought his hand down sharply in a loud spank on her bottom. “Jerrod is not for you,” he said. He spanked again and she squealed at the burning pain. “I have a home. ’
Tis
simple, true, but solid and will shelter us well when we return.” Another smack on her bottom had her wiggling. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.
The burning pain of spanks faded quickly but left a sizzling excitement behind. The moisture began to gather at her quim.
“
Artur
promised to pleasure me well and leave me satisfied,” she continued.
He spanked her even harder. She wriggled, but the burning was such a sweetly intense agony, feeding the fires he was rousing, she wanted more rather than to escape.
“
Artur
is not for you. No man will
every satisfy
you as I can,” he proclaimed and followed the words with another series of spanks.
“
Keovan
offered me a gold chain necklace and other riches.”
Smack. He spanked her twice more. “
Keovan
is not for you. Someday I’ll put gold chains around your neck and your wrists and your ankles. Perhaps I’ll even wrap one around your waist and down around here.” He traced a line with his finger down the crack between her bottom cheeks before he spanked her again. A series of sharp whacks covered her bottom with liquid, burning heat.
“And then there was Walter, the blacksmith’s apprentice,” she added. “He’s a bit slow and offered me nothing but his good nature. It might have been enough.”
Whap!
He smacked even harder. “It would not have been enough, and well you know it,” he said. “Walter is not for you.” He rubbed her aching bottom and it helped transmute the remaining pain into sizzling desire. “You belong to me and only to me.” A few
more sharp
, hard spanks, punctuated the words. “I’ll love you and shelter you and pleasure you and care for you from this day forward.”
One
more hard
spank made her cry out. He stopped and rubbed her bottom again, caressing it so sweetly she began to move against his hand. He reached forward and took one of her breasts in his hand to knead it. A finger of the other hand traveled down the crack and into the slit to find her engorged bud. The sensations were so
delicious,
she could barely stay in position.
He moved so that he was behind her as she remained on her hands and knees. His hard cock probed at her backside for a moment then slid into her. He reached around her to hold and caress her breasts while he pumped into her. The angle was different and felt strange at first, but as she adjusted to it, he found again the sweet spot inside her that jolted her with lightning bolts of pleasure.
He squeezed and pinched her nipples bringing her more of the sweet pleasure-pain that was driving her wild. He withdrew his cock, only to plunge in again, harder and deeper. With his body covering her, she could feel his tension mount along with hers. The pressure built within her until she knew not how she could contain any more, yet his fingers and his cock continued to push her higher and tighter.
One of his hands moved down to her slit and stroked over her bud, softly then harder. She screamed as the pressure suddenly burst and huge spasms rocked her. It took her out of herself completely, into a universe of brilliant lights and thunderous explosions.
Henrik
came as well, spurting into her with a roar of triumph. His climax seemed to roll on forever, joining the rocking jolts that continued to blast through her. They moved in tight rhythm, absorbing each other’s spasms and feeding them back, keeping it rolling through them until exhaustion finally brought them to collapse.
Henrik
fell over, taking her with him. They lay together on their sides, her back to him, their bodies aligned and touching from shoulders to feet.
“You’re mine,”
Henrik
proclaimed again.
“Mine for the rest of our days.
And I can scarce wait for all the days ahead of us. There’s so much yet for us to do and to learn.
So many more things to try.
We’ll make love in the ocean some day.
And on the beach.
In the ship with the waves rocking us.
Whatever makes you
happy.
I’ll spend the rest of my days making you happy.”
She turned in his arms and kissed him. “Some day we’ll make love on the top of a great mountain. We’ll be together in distant lands. We’ll find wonders beyond imagining and see such sights as great tales are made from. Yet none will compare to what I’ve already seen. You are the greatest wonder of my life and such a treasure as I could never hope to find.”
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