Chapter 3: Passion's Mercy
"Do you think Torin has found a wife for you so soon brother that you so earnestly wait in expectation of this day's supplies to arrive?"
The sound of Tyree's teasing voice had somewhat startled me, but doing my best to not let on to the fact of that I turned slightly to regard him and say dismissively, "It's possible."
I looked away again down river and he chuckled and moved on and inwardly I allowed myself to relax again. Truly, I hoped she would be here soon, if not today then soon thereafter.
I felt like I was going insane with the urge I had to be with a woman. Resisting the native girls of the area over the past few months had been one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do.
It had been different for my first 9 ½ years here. In those years my days had been filled with singleness of purpose. I had thought of and allowed myself to think of nothing but the work of restoring my ancient ancestral home back to prominence and six months ago I had finally achieved that to a large degree and my days since then had been filled with more idleness than I'd experienced in a decade.
The natural desire I'd always had, but that I'd repressed with never-ending work had resurfaced with a vengeance. I needed a woman and I needed her now!
I'd have taken one of the native girls to be my wife, if I hadn't been bound by my father's words to do otherwise. Oh, I hoped my brother had been successful!
Trying to take my mind off the supply boat that hadn't arrived yet I glanced over the land and all that my brothers and I had accomplished within a decade. This land of Ar'mora was a land of great wealth and hidden treachery.
My people had forever been a people of the sea trading with many nations, but one day they had discovered a mighty river that was as wide as a sea. They had sailed up it for many days as my people by birth were ever curious to discover something new.
The great river had branched apart eventually and they had journeyed up the one branch until they had reached this spot in the beginning highlands of a distant majestic mountain range. Here the jungle hadn't been quite so impenetrable and they had founded a settlement.
A settlement that had grown into a city. Other settlements had grown up further inland from the initial colonisation of my ancestors. I had yet to restore them, but in time it was my intention to do so.
My biggest limiting factor right now was people. There were few left of my kindred in the world with many of them having become assimilated into the cultures of their host nations.
Even so I had put the word out and left advertisements in a language, yet unknown to any not of my family and it had born results. Over the past two years people had been arriving.
They varied in appearance from black to white, and every shade in between, but they were bound together by a commonality of ancient lore, language, and a desire to be a free people once again with a land of their own. Over 200 families now took up residence within the revitalized city of Arn.
Walls had been fixed and houses restored and all vestiges of the jungle that had overridden the place had been pushed back to where even now great verdant looking pastures were as far as the eye could see. Over 5000 native people had come in from the surrounding forest to take part in the restoration of the city and its surroundings.
I had coerced none of them to do so, but they had helped of their own free will and because of that we lived as one with them and treated them as equals. In truth, many if not all of them were a part of our ancient bloodline as much as I was.
You could see it here and there in the facial structure or a divergent eye color or lighter color of hair. No doubt when Ar'mora had fallen some of the survivors had made it into the homes of these natives and so even here they were again today helping to rebuild something fine and at the same time start something that was new.
I thanked the Creator for all my many great successes in achieving what had been done here in the past 10 years. Successes aside, we weren't without enemies here.
The jungle seethed against us and was a force to be reckoned with and then there were the twisted souls of humanity, it contained that thought there was nothing better in life to do than cut someone's head off and shrink it to serve as a good luck charm. They also thought it nothing to dine out on their headless victims.
As menacing a threat as the headhunters were, they were not my chiefest concern. The only major European country to make inroads into this huge new land of rivers and hidden wealth were the Portuguese.
They did not want us here and they had made that very clear. Up until now I had managed to keep the peace through diplomacy and greasing the pockets of the leaders in the local area, but conflict at some point was inevitable as they lusted for all the wealth of this new land and wished to share it with no one.
This land, however was not a new land, but rather one of ancient significance with a series of historical events uniquely its own. The Portuguese were outsiders, but my people were not and so we would stay even if it meant war.
To that end, I had rebuilt the fortifications of this once great city on the river and I kept a standing force of a 1000 native warriors along with some of the immigrants on standby at all times. In case of war every man and woman was prepared to take part in the joint survival of the colony.
This was our last chance to make it as a civilization and we knew it. A civilization does not run on will alone though.
There was a sorely needed religious component in which I was sadly lacking in terms of being a leader in. I had conveyed as much to my brother Torin.
We needed him here and it was time for the family to be together again, especially before relations with the Portuguese really got ticked off. They could effectively bottle us off from the rest of the world if they wished to. If that happened, I didn't overly mind, but before it did, I wanted to have my family about me, as well as a wife.
One of my native warriors made a silent gesture and I broke out of my thinking trance to gaze down the river. The supply ship was indeed on its way.
I glanced to the warrior again. Ofunai was one of my closest friends and he had eyes as that of an eagles.
He as many of the native warriors found some of their basis of respect for me out of the fact that I as a the man was not as the Portuguese were in that I restrained myself from taking advantage of their daughters and wives and using them as little else but whores. My restraint was greatly respected and to some degree they were eager for a mate for me to appear, as well, as I hadn't been all that easy to live with for the past six months.
I glanced between Ofunai and the boat repeatedly all the while trying to bite my tongue to keep from asking the question that I desperately wanted to.
Finally, in broken English, Ofunai said, "There is a woman. One woman."
"Just one?" I queried for that was troubling to me.
"What color is her hair? Is it blonde?" I asked, wondering if who he saw might be Francesca.
Ofunai shook his head definitively and said, "No. It's red. Red like fire."
At his words I felt a punch of desire hit me down low. A redhead. I liked the thought of that a lot.
I'd always liked red hair on a woman. What was the rest of her like?
In nervous anticipation of all that was about to come in just a few short moments I stayed where I was under sheer force of will. Even though she at least was here I was troubled over the fact that my brother and sister didn't appear to be.
I had hoped to be at a state of being completely at ease as I began the process of enjoying my marriage, but it seemed that ongoing tension of a sort was going to be the law of the day. Not sexual tension, however.
No, tonight my shaft would be sweetly buried within the warm confines of my newly arrived wife. Perhaps another man could force himself to hold off and be a gentleman of some sort, but I could not.
I needed a release of something far better than my own hand to bring myself to wait any longer than I already had. Already my shaft was thick and hard and bunching against my pants in anticipation of that very release to be had over and over with a woman from this day forward.
The boat eased into the dock and whereas the contents would normally have been immediately offloaded, instead no one moved as the woman with flaming red hair approached across the gangway to where I stood. She was everything a man could ask for!
In fact, she was so much more than I had even hoped for, that I doubted if I wasn't dreaming this up somehow. The dress she wore, although being a fully puffed out skirt was still formfitting for the most part and it revealed enough of her form to inflame me with desire.
She wasn't tall, but neither was she overly short. Her eyes were chest high in comparison to me and I quite liked that.
She walked with a grace and confidence in every step forward toward me and my eyes glued themselves to the way her wide hips rolled seductively. She wasn't a skinny petite girl at all. No, she had the rich, full curves of a fully mature woman and to behold the fullness of her chest encased beneath the layers of her dress and undergarments was to ache to rip the intervening cloth aside so that I could fill my hands full with the warm weight of her breasts.
What would her nipples look like? Would they be large or small?
I didn't really care, I just wanted to see them, but judging from everything else about her I knew that they would be perfect.
Her waist was sharply indented and her hourglass proportions had my appreciation in far more than just the physical. She'd bear my children easily and it was a clear sign that she not only had the strength to bear them, but she also had the strength to push back against my thrusts into her.
There was simply no way of expressing how pleased I was with my brother in terms of his selection of a mate for me. My eyes rose at the last to her face that was ringed round about by fiery red curls that demanded to be wrapped around my fingers even as her thick mane of hair was a fantasy in and of itself.
I had to fight against the urge of what it would be like to grip a hold of her thick tresses and use it as leverage to hold her in place in those times that I chose to mount her as a stallion would. Standing in full arousal as I already was I felt the preliminary dribbles of lubrication spill out of my cock just at the contemplation of what it would be like to gaze upon this woman's perfect bottom and sloped down back, as she held herself poised in submission to my desire to mount her as a stallion would a mare.
This was my woman and I let the confidence of that show forth clearly as she came to a stop before me. Her pink lips were parted, as if she was slightly out of breath and again all I could imagine in the moment was what it would be like to slide my thick shaft to the hilt down her honeyed throat.
Her mouth was small, but perfect for her face. It would be a stretch for her to accept all of me, but it would happen. Every last inch of her I would claim and truly she would be mine in every way possible.
My eyes focused on her bright blue gaze that reflected intelligence and I knew an entirely new wonder to behold beyond just the physical perfection of her form. Her eyes told me that she was smart and had a ready source of intelligence, even as they were utterly beguiling.
Somehow the knowledge of that made everything about her just seem like all the more. Trying my hardest I tamped down my burgeoning desire for her in order to be at least partially cordial. That said my voice was somewhat husky as I said, "Welcome to Ar'mora. May I have the pleasure of knowing my wife's name?"
Her eyes flickered appreciably over me as she made a slight curtsey and said, "Anna. I'm very grateful to be here Mahlon. Thank you for providing the resources and the home that you have to me. I have to say I wasn't expecting anything so grand as this when I agreed to come here as your wife."
Her voice was sweet, but contained a strong underpinning of character and like everything else about her I liked it. Smiling, I turned to view the city taking shape on the green plain behind us that I had reclaimed from the jungle and asked speculatively, "No, what were you expecting?"
"Not this... I... I've never seen anything like it before. It's beautiful!"
Something pulsed brightly within me at the knowledge of an outsider's praise of my home that I had worked so hard to restore and with pleasure I said, "Well, I am deeply grateful to say that I am pleased to make you the queen of my home. May I?" I said, offering her my arm and demurely she slipped her arm through mine and we started out walking towards the city.
She had a sweet musky scent about her that threatened to drive me mad! I had to get her behind closed doors before I made a fool of myself in public!
I was so close to pulling her around and pressing my face into the slight exposed outline of the valley between her breasts. She smelled so good it was hard to even think let alone make small talk.
She was saying something and I fought hard to concentrate on her words, "Your brother gave me a letter to give to you. He said he hopes to be here by this time next month, but that Francesca has chosen to travel to France to spend time with her mother's family that still lives there."
My passion to have this woman dimmed for a moment as the enormity of Francesca's unwise decision reverberated off my senses. The woman beside me seemed to sense my displeasure and quickly said, "She's young and I fear that she doesn't make the decisions that she should, but I want you to know that both your brother and I prayed about it and we felt that we were to let her go to France. You see I've been her teacher and caretaker for the last seven years. Your brother is seeing her safely to France or else he would of been able to accompany me here."
I nodded, doing my best to tamp down my displeasure as to the actions of my sister. We had made it to the walls of the palace compound and even now we traveled along the cobblestoned street to the living quarters that I had opulently built for myself and for my brothers and sister.
"So, you are a woman of faith, I take it?" I queried softly with interest.
"Yes, I am. Are you?"
"A woman of faith, no, decidedly not." I quickly returned.
She laughed and I was instantly taken in by the sound of its music. Everything about her was amazing. I wanted it all!
I wanted everything and not just her body. And immediately along that avenue of thought I immediately began to think of a way that I could provoke her to laugh again.
I was on the verge of trying to do so, when I took in the level of surprise on her face as she was presented with the open courtyard of my home. I had spared no effort in ensuring that the reclamation of the palace living quarters be completed in the full grandeur of the past.
I could well imagine how breathtaking it must be to her for it was beautiful to me as well. Softly I asked, "Would you like to see inside?"
"Yes!" She breathed out in a mixture of awe and pleasure that warmed every last part of me. The longing to please this woman occurred to me as strong as the urge to make love to her did.
We'd made our way past the opening courtyard with its many fountains and gripping the palace's main door, I pushed it open and ushered her inside with a hand to the small of her back into the massive foyer that awaited us beyond. She stepped forward past me in what seemed like breathless wonder and I found myself rather content to just stand still and smile with the satisfaction of seeing her wonder at her new home.
All the work I had gone through to restore this place was now worth it in a way that was simply priceless. She finally turned back to me and said, "I feel like a princess!"
Smiling possessively I said, "And that is just what you are, until I make you my Queen."
Her eyes sparkled brilliantly and her gaze slid down me speculatively for a moment before she rose it back up to my face and said, "I am more than ready to be the source of your every desire Mahlon. Your brother told me what manner of man you are and I see now that he in no way lied to me. I will do my utmost best to please you. I... I know that you want me. It's very clear and I just want you to know that I don't expect you to spend any time in trying to romance me or getting to know me. I am fully willing to submit to your taking of your pleasure of me here and now if you so desire."
I stared at her utterly stunned. The truth of everything she'd just said was there to be seen in her honest gaze and the knowledge of just how priceless she was had me singing my brother praises all over again.
I stepped up to her and nervously, she wetted her pert, pretty pink lips with her tongue. She was simply too much to be resisted!
Bending my head I kissed her passionately and to my surprise, she kissed me back just as passionately. Too passionately for a virgin.
An alarm went off in my head and pulling back I gazed into her face that reflected nothing but passion for me to instead ask, "You have kissed a man before?"
She blinked and then in a concerned voice said, "Yes. Why does that matter?"
"You've been with a man intimately?"
"I was married. Oh no! You mean I was supposed to be a virgin?" She cried out softly in alarm.
"That was what I specified to my brother." I said, as a dark, angry passion to wring my brother's neck rose up within me.
Her hand rose to her mouth as she whispered out, "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"
Despite everything I believed her. Gesturing angrily I pointed to the grand staircase beyond and said, "My chambers are up those stairs and to the left. Go and wait there while I go and think about what is to be done."
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Anna
Anna saw all her hopes of a new and exciting grand life passing away before her eyes. Here at the last was a man of honor and of a strengthful character so raw as to almost be caveman like.
From the very first moment she had watched how this man's eyes had licked up the outline of her form showcased in the more provocative than typical dress that she had worn just for this occasion. It had been terrifying and yet exhilarating to behold the depth of his sexual hunger for her.
That said, he was also more than just the heavy bulge of a workingman's shaft waiting to be buried deeply in the folds of a woman's center. He'd made her laugh. He'd made her feel instantly safe, if not safe in terms of his strong desire for her, but even in that she doubted him to be a man that would cause deliberate pain.
He was more than just the flesh. He was so much more than she had ever dreamed possible and if she didn't do something right now then he would most likely be gone from her life and she'd be back on the street from where she'd come from with nothing to look forward to but disappointment.
What could she do to make him stay and be satisfied with her as she was? Perhaps she wasn't a virgin, but what did that really matter?
She knew what she wanted and it was him! Silently she screamed, "God help me!"
"Challenge him." Came the response into her soul.
In desperation, she exclaimed back in silence, "Why?"
"Because you're already his within his heart and that means he must bring you into submission to his will."
Anna blinked repeatedly, as she watched the man she wanted more than any other grow closer to the mansion's door. To challenge such a man was to risk being raped. But if he was truly the man at heart that she read him to be would he really be capable of raping her mercilessly.
There was no other way to the conclusion of that answer, but to find out for herself. With her heart caught in a mixture of horror and anticipation she called out just as he opened the door, "Is the problem you find with me my lack of virginity or the fact that you don't see yourself as man enough to make my body uniquely your own from this day forward?"
He stopped walking and almost instantly Anna regretted every word she'd just spoken that had been intended to humiliate him into coming after her. He turned and the proof was in his eyes as to just how well she had succeeded.
Without a doubt, she read the clear signs of a male now bent on fully doing a clear sexual taking of an unruly female. She'd succeeded, but that didn't abate her fear as to what she'd done.
She'd been going to play along, but now she feared that the act of playing along would bear a much closer resemblance to just mere survival. Without hesitation, she turned tail and ran up the steps behind her as fast as she could.
She dared not to look back, but when she reached the top she tore off to the left as he had already told her so conveniently which direction to go. She could feel him behind her and reaching the last doorway in the hallway, she ducked into it and did her best to spin and lock the door, as if that would keep such a man out. It was her only option though to avoid something terrible and so she tried.
She had the door only half closed, when a force from beyond the door sent her flying backwards to slide along the polished marble floor. Scrambling up to her feet, she watched, even as she panted for breath, as he coldly slammed the door shut behind him and then locked it.
The sound of the lock engaging had her moving backwards. Soon, however she found no place left to retreat to as her back came up against a massive wooden beam of a bed post that was part of a bed that only a king would sleep in.
Still out of breath, she watched him come closer and closer. He reached one hand up and gripping the collar of his shirt he tore downward and buttons went flying everywhere.
The shirt fell from off the corded sinews of a man with a very impressive physique honed strong by hard labor. He was a man that had worked long and hard under both the sun and by moonlight in order to build a home and she had made him very angry.
With bated breath she watched him lean over to pull one boot off and then the other. Without a doubt her plan had worked, only now she wished... she wished... his hands were at his belt and with the clasp undone his pants fell to the floor.
Her hand went to her mouth as her shocked eyes took in the sight of his powerfully thick shaft. He was without a doubt the most fit man she'd ever seen in her life!
Eric hadn't had hardly a muscle to his name and in terms of a manhood he'd been a bit undersized she'd thought. Now she knew she'd been right to think so. This man had inches of length to him that Eric had never possessed and yet what was most daunting of all perhaps was how rigidly thick his manhood was.
The image of such a shaft ripping its way up through her flesh with all the savage force this man could muster only to have it slammed back in again and again had a cry of real fear escaping past her lips. She turned to run only to smack her forehead into the same bedpost she had just been pressing herself back against.
In a daze, she tried to gather herself to move around it, only to be arrested in place by two hands that slipped down to grip both the back of her dress and the chemise that she wore beneath it to either side of the fasteners. It was too late. There would be no escape.
Anna closed her eyes in expectation of what would happen next. Her whole body was jerked savagely hard as the two iron fingered hands tore open the back of her dress and chemise down to her bare skin.
She was spun away from the bedpost and it was all she could manage to do to stay on her feet. Both of her hands rose to hold up the front of her dress that threatened to fall to the floor as she awkwardly stepped on it in her haste to be away from the man who now terrified her.
Her hair was in her eyes, but she managed to toss it free enough to view him standing there beside the bed. She felt herself begin to shake at the reality of everything that was about to occur.
A tear coursed down her cheek and with a quiver to her lips, she begged softly as she met his cold, but passionate gaze, "Please don't rape me with that! I'm sorry for my words. I... I've only ever been with my husband and he was a weak man in both character and in the flesh."
Looking down to the aggressive warrior's member that stood out impressively rigid before her as it oozed a steady dribble of anticipatory lubrication she was forced to admit, "I swear you must be twice the size that he was!"
He said nothing, but maybe some of the wrath in his eyes for her dimmed. In desperation to seize on the moment that she was being afforded she went on to beg softly, "I'll be your woman. I'll do anything you want and I'll do my best to care for your needs and bare your children, but please show me that you're more of a man of character than my first husband was!"
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I felt most of my wrath drain from me as I beheld the very real fear of the woman before me. Her plea was an honest one as was my decision. Regardless of her past history I wanted her and I would have her too.
"Anna..." I paused a long moment before saying, "don't purposefully egg me on like that again. I have a terrible temper and I... I'm sorry for scaring you as I have."
Leaving one hand to do the work of holding up her dress she reached her one bare arm up to brush back the unruly tresses of her hair to clear her face so she could see me better. Softly she said, "I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it again, but neither do I want to live in fear of you, if in case I should say something in the future that doesn't meet with your approval."
She'd said what she had out loud in an uncertain manner as if she had expected to be yelled at, but my response was quite the opposite. I nodded my head in agreement and said, "That's fine. I don't expect for you to always agree with me on everything."
I watched a good deal of the shivering apprehension disappear from her shoulders, which made me glad and yet I was supremely frustrated. I looked away and then back to her as my erection now ached more than ever to fill this woman to the full.
"Everything just said aside, you are my wife and I intend to take you and yes it will be forceful. I..."
"I understand." She whispered, as she cut into my speaking only to continue with, "I just didn't want our first time together to be one of anger on your part. I... I'm yours."
Her sudden submission to me was as heady on my senses as if I'd drunken too much wine. The image of her standing bare shouldered before me just out of reach was too much. I needed to see all of her.
Looking her directly in the eye I said, "Let go of your dress."
She blinked hesitatingly and then I watched her hand move away. With a slide of fabric her torn dress and chemise fell off of her and she was left naked from the waist up. I sucked in my breath at the sight of her full breasts capped off with fully erect jeweled little strawberries.
Her torso arched down into a trim waist that framed the supple skin of a concave naval that begged to be kissed and have my tongue plunged into. With a groan, I made a motion with my hand and said, "Come here."
Dutifully she stepped out of the pile of her dress and chemise and came towards me kicking off her shoes as she did so. I liked that. It showed me a willingness to please.
A lacy pair of pantaloons rode low on her hips and encased her legs down to below the knees. I wanted them off too, but there was time.
She'd come close and eyes only for the fullness of her chest that now belonged solely to me, I reached out both of my hands and filled them to capacity with each of her unbelievably soft warm breasts. I couldn't help it, I groaned, at the sheer pleasure of feeling Anna's breasts.
Something made me look up. Anna was watching me.
All the fear my anger had evoked in her was gone and in its place was a shy smile. I couldn't help but admit what I did in the moment, "You are so beautiful it hurts!"
She said nothing in reply, but her smile deepened ever so slightly and then to my surprise, she whispered, "I like the feel of your hands. Their warm and powerful. I….. I like them on me."
My gaze rose from the honey kissed mounds that my large hands were rhythmically squeezing with delight to her blue eyes. Again, there was that breath of honesty in her gaze and I loved her for it.
In sudden inspiration I flicked my thumbs up to rub possessively back and forth across the turgidly erect strawberry hued nipples gracing the perfection of feminine flesh, which I now held as if I'd found great treasure. At the actions of my thumbs I watched her eyes spark even as she jumped slightly.
Her hands half rose, but stopped to then fall back to her waist. I watched her bite her full lower lip, until she was forced to stop as her lips opened to allow her to pant slightly as I played with her nipples and massaged the fullness of her soft breasts.
I was discovering something about myself. Long had I yearned for the sensation of plunging my staff into my wife, but tormenting one's wife evoked a pleasure all of its own. The knowledge that this woman was mine to do this with every day if I so desired was overpowering.
With reluctance I let my hands fall from the lovingly done torment to her breasts that I had been engaged in. I lifted one hand up her back to gather together a thick bunch of her red fantasy colored hair into my hand's firm grip of it.
Her downcast eyes rose to mine curiously before falling downward again. In nothing was she resisting me in. I liked that, but I also liked the fact that she had the strength of character to attempt to resist me, which only made the possession of her all the more sweeter.
My free hand gripped around my achingly erect staff and I urged her forward slightly. Now that she was closer I manipulated by erection to push into her naval before I dragged the head of my penis to leave a trail of my preemptive fluid to glisten across the soft, but toned contours of her belly.
I let go of my manhood and used my hand to pull her to me until she stood pressed fully up against me even as I used by grip on her hair to pull her head back to stare into my own gaze. What I saw in her eyes was a smoky passion of intense want that I intended to fulfill.
"Do you want children, Anna?"
"Yes!" She breathed out with passion.
"Good, because I'm going to do my best to get you filled full of my child."
Again, I watched her eyes sparkle and I didn't miss the way she collapsed partially against me. Leaning my head down I kissed her with all the passionate need I had for this woman.
I needed more!
I had all day to make her mine, but I felt such an ache to myself that I was partially fearful of causing myself injury. There was one last thing though that I couldn't refrain myself from doing.
Pulling my head away from her eager lips I whispered into her ear, "Get onto your knees and lick my manhood off."
She jumped at my words spoken into her ear and then with a quiver I felt coursing throughout her body she kneeled down before me. I never let go of her hair, but I held it to the side, as I watched attentively, as she leaned her head forward until her lips touched my shaft.
The sight of a woman kneeling at my feet licking at my shaft after all these years of yearning for this day almost made me spew all my seed across her face. I pulled back slightly as I didn't want to cum now. No, I wanted to be deep inside of her when I came.
I pulled slightly on her hair and she got my drift and once more stood up. Her lips were wet and her eyes were wide open as if eager for what would come next. That was good.
Smiling tightly, as I viewed her swollen ruby tipped breasts with desire I said, "Turn around Anna."
She blinked, but obediently did as I asked.
"Bend over and take your pantaloons off as you do so." I commanded.
I heard a slight gasp escape her lips, but again, she submitted to my voice's command and was obedient to my will as she'd said that she would be. Her fingers came to the silk cloth of her pantaloons and she bent over before me pulling them down as she did so.
I almost came again at the sight of her perfect bottom being revealed to me. It was perfect and my hands reached out to grip the halves of her bottom with the same reverence I had felt for her breasts.
Gripping the halves of her bottom, I split them apart to view the shadowy cleft of her rear. The sight of her tiny pink little rosette of an anus took my breath away even as I was filled with desire to touch it.
On inspiration I let go of one half of her bottom and slid one finger down from the top of her sexy cleft until it grazed over top of her bottom entrance. She'd been breathing heavily up until now, but at the contact of my finger upon her most vulnerable spot she jerked, which had been all that I'd really wanted to see.
She yet had one virginity for me to claim, but that would be for another day. However, just knowing what I did now helped to restore the coveted desire I'd always had of having a virgin one day to be my wife.
Reaching around I gripped her hair again to pull her upright. I pressed close to her and wrapped my arm around her so that her heavy breasts now lay supported on my arm even as my erection pressed into her lower back with authority.
She was breathing heavy as she stood within my grip and exposing a section of her neck I lowered my mouth to kiss the sweet flesh I found before turning my kiss into a bite. A breathy moan of want skipped out of her lips. I smiled with the sheer pleasure of the moment and turned my bite back into a kiss.
My knee pressed against the apex of her thighs from behind and I discovered something. She was soaking wet!
I pulled back from her neck even as she continued to moan and press slightly back against me. I turned her around and as if too ashamed to say it loudly I heard her mumble something out.
I tipped her chin back and said, "What did you say?"
Her eyes blazed out at me through the curly ringlets of her hair scattered across her face and with passion she said, "I want you!"
"I know, but first I have something more I want to discover about a female."
My hands gripped around her waist and I lifted her onto the bed. Her eyes reflected startlemeant and then hesitation as I grasped her trim delightfully carved ankles and split her legs wide apart.
"What are.....ohhhhh!" She moaned out as with relish I speared my tongue into the heart of what made her a woman. She gasped and repeatedly bucked beneath the pressure of my tongue upon her sensitive flesh.
I drank up her wetness as well as the heady aroma of her feminine musk. Pulling back, I stared down at my first intimate view of a woman. It was a beautiful sight, even as she was so utterly beautiful.
Glancing up I saw that her eyes were heavy lidded with the passion I had invoked and by no means was I done with her, but I had to have relief. I gripped her by the waist and eased her forward farther onto the bed before climbing up myself.
Her eyes widened, but it was clear that she wanted me. I knew just how I wanted my first encasement in her flesh to be too.
Deftly I flipped her over and with a sharp pat to one half of her bottom that made her gasp, I said, "Get onto your knees Anna."
Her breathing picked up, but obediently she submissively obeyed my command. She knew it was coming, but instead of trying to draw away from me and my penetration of her, she instead rolled her hips back towards me even as her back dipped down towards the bed.
Her head lay on the comforter out to the one side and each of her hands lay gripped like talons into the comforter to either side of her head. Her positioning before me was perfection itself, but something made me ask as I made my way between her parted legs and positioned my shaft to nuzzle into the soaked flesh of her womanhood, "Have you ever had it done in this position before?"
"No." She whispered out.
Exhilaration swept through me and in triumph I said, "Good!" Then, unable to resist myself, I slid the entire length of my aching shaft all the way home into the deliciously wet tightness of Anna's sheath in one powerful slide forward of my hips.
Anna gasped sharply and her body had started to pull forward, even as she choked on her breath as if my staff was coming up the back of her throat, but I was prepared for her movements. One of my hands anchored her hips where they were while my other hand knotted a tight grip in her hair that had enough force to pull her head up off the bed.
All this occurred while I experienced the most delicious feeling of wet gripping tightness about my member as had never before occurred to me in life. Her hips shuddered against the bondage I enforced upon her.
I had warned her that I would be forceful and yet I wasn't without mercy. I bit my lip hard as I waited for her body to stop shaking and thus signal to me that it had expanded enough to better except the size of my member.
Her hips stopped shaking and I heard her cough. I let go of her hair and her head fell forward for a moment. Then it lifted as she glanced back over one bare shoulder at me.
Even as I felt her inner walls squeeze reflexively around me, I heard her say in a breathy whisper, "You're huge!"
"Yes, Beautiful, I am and now I'm going to fill you with my seed."
Her head turned forward and I watched her grip down on the bed's coverlet even as I felt her hips brace against me. I hadn't expected to hear anything else from her, but with the sound of her voice muffled I heard her say, even as she tentatively pressed her bottom back against my groin, "I'm yours. Take me husband."
With a groan of sheer pleasure I pulled back my hips until my shaft was almost completely withdrawn and then in a moment of fulfilled glory I watched as I shoved the whole thick length of it home again and again, until my seed began to spurt in the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Forceful pump of seed after seed echoed throughout me as I sought to force my way forward even more into her than I already was. Dimly then I heard her screaming beyond my own shouts of pleasure and the entire length of Anna's glorious love canal contracted tightly around me.
In the moment of passion as I gripped a hold of her hips tightly I opened my eyes to witness her pushing back against me with all her strength even as she gripped the bed hard as her body was rocked with an orgasm as powerful and as magnificent as my own. I closed my eyes in relish of both her screams and the pulsing extra tightness of her sheath that was like a glove about me.
Even after all of my seed had been spilled into her depths I remained where I was in the enjoyment of the moment. This moment had definitely been worth the wait.
She was so worth waiting for. I lovingly rubbed my hands down her sweaty back, until once again, I framed her bottom with them.
With extreme reluctance I pulled back my still semi hard shaft from within her. It was with frank enjoyment that I took in her physical attributes of being a female that had just been well and truly mated.
The milky residue of my seed oozed slightly out of her sheath in the absence of my shaft stretching her open. I'd filled her with my seed in as animalistic of a fashion as I could've done and now in the aftermath of my passion all I wanted to do was be as gentle with the source of my greatest enjoyment so far in life as I could be.
I brought her gently over onto her side. She still seemed to be in a daze of sorts.
Lying down beside her I brought her back against me. With relish I pressed my face into her hair as I felt her body continue to shake slightly from remembered orgasm.
It was the tropics, but with so much energy just having been spent she might get cold. I sat up to get a blanket from the foot of the bed.
I flipped it over both of us and lay back down. She stirred suddenly and to my surprise, she turned over to face me.
She wouldn't look at me in the face, but instead kept her head low as she brought it to rest on my chest even as her toned upper thigh slid over top of mine. I swallowed as I felt the nipples of her breasts nuzzle into my side and chest.
Just the sweet weight of her one breast upon my chest was a living temptation. Incredibly, I felt my staff come back to life and rise upright with earnestness of desire.
I shook my head, though. It was going to have to wait in order to experience the joy of being in this woman again.
She was already asleep. Tenderly I reached out a finger to clear her forehead of stray hairs only to have them curl about my finger temptingly.
My staff was hard, but I wasn't going to wake her up. No, I was going to enjoy every moment of having a woman willingly pressed up next to me.
I brought my arm about her and pulled the blanket up with my other hand until it lay about her shoulders. Her sleep seemed restfully peaceful, but for me it was a torment as with each deep breath her nipples seemed to drill into me.
No matter. I'd take this torture any day of the week if it meant being near her.
I shook my head in consternation of thought. Right now I could care less that she hadn't been a virgin.
I was just grateful to have such a woman and in a quiet prayer I thanked God for her. I closed my eyes then and surprisingly, I drifted off to sleep myself.
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