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A Maiden's Tale (Part Five) Minutes, moments, seconds passed, how long she could not say. She felt the waves of pleasure start to subside; could hear her own exhausted breathing as her head began to clear. She opened her eyes and looked at him, his jawline, the greying stubble of a beard not two days old, the hint of cruel pleasure at the corners of his smile and those cool blue eyes that pierced her flesh and saw her as she was. “Who…Who are you, Lord?” she stammered, between awkward, ragged breaths. He said nothing but leaned in close and slid his palms up over the tops of her thighs, around her hips and took hold of the cheeks of her arse, one in each of those strong hands. The scent of him filled her nostrils and she softly moaned. Without warning, he yanked her forward, sending a flash of pain across her pinned and aching shoulders and forcing her legs wider. She mewled and whimpered as another surge of juices filled her swollen, gaping cunt. He released her from his grip but she remained where he had placed her, balanced on the edge of the bench. He reached out his left hand and stroked her face, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her eyes. He smiled again, and then she threw her head back in a gasp as he plunged his fingers deep inside her throbbing, yearning sex. He worked her slowly to begin, easing fingers to a tender rhythm within her velvet slickness. Her knees began to shake as she arched her back, pushing out her perfect tits to him, and tried to bring him deeper. “The village wives are right to fear you,” he said, thrusting his fingers a little harder in her cunt. “Sire,” she said and tried to say more, but the air was sucked from her lungs as his thumb found her clit and a shockwave rippled through her body. Again, he worked her slowly. His thumb caressing her, rolling over and around the button of her sex, flicking across her<b> hood </font></b>while his fingers explored and probed her depths. She tried to meet his gaze, but each time she glimpsed the pleasure of control in his eyes it brought her closer to her climax and she had to look away. She groaned and moaned and whimpered through bitten lips as he teased her hungry, dripping cunt. He pumped her pussy harder and made her cry and beg for more. “What’s your name, girl?” he said at last, as she was about to succumb once more. “Hilde, my Lord,” she said in panting words. Her body began to shake. “My name..my name is Hildred…but people call me Hilde.” His fingers worked her harder, thrusting deep and rough, her clit pulsating under the coarseness of his thumb. He leaned in close and sucked then bit her nipple, and she cried out as she came. He kissed her tits and moved slowly to her neck as his probing fingers slowed to ease her from her climax. Twice more he brought her to her peak and then beyond with fingers, tongue and mouth. Her mind was lost, her body floating, her only thoughts of him. “You belong to me now, Hilde,” he whispered, warm breath against her ear. Hilde murmured her assent as his lips found hers and he kissed her hard and deep. She lost herself for moment and when her eyes flickered open he was standing over her, his cock swollen hard inside his trousers. “I belong to you, Lord,” she said, as he untied the leather cord around his waist. “I belong to you.” |
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