by Mlyn Hurn
Marcus waited patiently, watching as Syranna rested her knotted fists on her hips as she glared at Marcus. It was obvious that she kept her eyes trained above his neck by the way her head kept jerking back up. He smiled as he heard her reply.
“I have been a very good hostess, sir. I have offered you food.”
“Then your education is sadly lacking, my lady,” Marcus reminded, almost enjoying her discomfort. “In ancient times, the daughter or nearest unwed lady related to the host would attend the guest’s every wish in the bedchamber, including bathing him.”
Still on her knees, Syranna inched away from him. Marcus realized that she had forgotten about the fist he had wrapped around the material of her dress. Her movement made the dress dip even lower in front.
“I can’t believe that you dare to bring that up! I don’t recall being offered any such services when I stayed on Vikalla!” she accused him quickly.
“I would have been happy to perform any and all of these services, milady, had you but requested assistance. You did not, whereas I have. I believe your actions are simple from this point on.”
Syranna narrowed her eyes as she stared at the handsome man in her bathing tub. “I think you are only saying this so that you can sleep with me, and have your way with me! You are angered because I cheated you out of it last time!”
Marcus tightened his fist in the fabric, dragging it a little farther down across her bosom. Syranna was forced on her knees to come closer under the pressure he was applying. “Aha! So you admit that you cheated me, and therefore did me a great disservice!”
Syranna shook her head quickly. “No! You were going to rape me! I had every right to defend myself. You should be in jail.”
“I was wrong to force myself upon you. But it was obvious that you had no intention of seeing the seriousness of the situation you had caused. It is not as if I was planning on taking your maidenhead and then deserting you. My God! I am giving you the chance to rule Vikalla! Are you completely dense to this honor you are being given?”
Syranna tried to move backward while coming to her feet, but she’d forgotten that in stepping closer earlier the floor beneath her was now wet from the water dripping off Marcus’ arm. Her feet slipped out from under her and she went toppling. Marcus acted quickly, pulling her forward. So instead of falling backward onto the hard floor, she landed in the water with him.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
Syranna glared at the laughing man for at least a minute, wet hair hanging in thick ropes and water running down her face, before she realized that in falling, her hands had entered the water. Her left hand slipped along his wet flesh and was definitely resting upon a portion of his lordship’s anatomy that was rapidly becoming harder the longer she continued to touch it.
“Oh my God!” Syranna blushed deeply, and in trying to get up, she actually curled her fingers around him. It took a few moments for that faux pas to sink in before she cried out in embarrassment once again. The more that she scrambled about, though, she realized that she was actually touching him more instead of less!
“Relax, Syranna! Stop moving and I’ll help you,” Marcus told her a moment later, once he’d taken a deep breath. His hands began moving her in the water. “Now you had best strip those clothes off so you can finish my bath for me.”
“You’ve got to be jesting with me, sir! Surely you can’t expect a woman of royal blood—”
Marcus held his hand up. “I believe you were the one renouncing that blue blood a short time back.”
Syranna began moving in the water, starting to remove her clothes slowly. Finally she pulled her hair forward to cover herself as she sat naked in the tub with Marcus. “If I promise to sleep with you, would you leave afterward?”
Marcus paused in reaching for the soap. He couldn’t believe what Syranna had just offered him. Such action was unheard of on Vikalla. Perhaps a woman’s maidenhead was less a prized possession on Kalledane. “You are offering me your virginity?”
Syranna looked away from his gaze before she spoke. “Yes, in return for your promise that you will leave me here, and alone.”
“There is no future husband that you wish to offer it to instead? I find it hard to believe that a woman as beautiful as you can say she’s never met a young man whom she fancied as her husband.”
“My future is my business, and I have no intention of ever marrying. I am quite happy here.”
Marcus held the soap out to Syranna, watching her until she finally took the bar from his hand. She was reaching for a washcloth when he stopped her. “I prefer you to use your hands please. I don’t like the feel of the rough cloth.”
“Ooh!”
He watched as she fumed silently, gritting her teeth and glaring at him. But she rotated the bar of soap until her hands were full with lather. He didn’t wait for her to move but reached out and pulled her closer, slipping his feet beneath her bent knees so her legs draped over his thighs. As she lifted her hands and began to wash his chest, he lifted his dripping wet hands and grabbed the two wings of black hair down either side of her face. Quickly he tossed it behind her. He dragged one hand down her hair, making sure it was pulled into the water so it wouldn’t slip forward again.
Marcus lifted his eyes and found Syranna glaring at him again. He grinned unrepentantly. “No reason I shouldn’t enjoy the view now, is there? Nice castle you have here. I can see why you don’t want to leave it. It is so, well…I can’t find quite the right words.” He paused and lifted one arm, wordlessly indicating where she needed to wash him next.
Syranna’s hand moved to brush over his armpit, but he shook his head. “No, I think you should be more thorough. I wouldn’t want to assail your gentler senses after two days on the road traveling here. I’ll lift both arms and you can wash them at the same time.”
With her hands lifted while washing his underarms, her breasts bounced and lightly splashed the surface of the water. “Keep going,” he told her a few seconds later. That’s when she most likely noticed why he had stopped speaking and what he was staring at. Immediately she dropped her hands. Marcus grabbed her wrists. “If you don’t want to wash me, then I’ll wash you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Are you saying that you wouldn’t enjoy having someone care for your body, tenderly washing it, drying it and then applying some sweetly scented oils and lotions to soften it?” Marcus stopped because his words were making him harder than a rock. Taking a deep breath, he lathered his hands as he watched her. “I think you would enjoy living on Vikalla once again.”
Syranna shook her head quickly. “I’m quite equally sure, sir, that I would not. What makes you think I would?”
“We enjoy a much more comfortable lifestyle, of course. You would have servants to do your every bidding, and you would want for nothing.”
“All I’d have to do is sleep with you?”
Marcus bristled at her question. She was making it sound like the inimitable fate worse than death! Breathing in slowly before he answered, Marcus delayed his reply, choosing his words with care. “Well, I doubt we’d do much sleeping in the beginning. At first I wouldn’t be surprised if we weren’t up most of each night making love. In fact, I should imagine we’d make love several times at least, every night, in the early days of our marriage. Probably even more once you are with child.”
“What!” Syranna gasped at his bold words. She wasn’t completely sure which was upsetting her more, though. His relaxed easy way of discussing the topic of sex with her, so nonchalantly and complacently, or was she more upset over the fact that sex with her seemed as if it were not a big deal? Quickly she told herself to stop being so foolish, ignore the little frissons of desire running through her body and possibly making her act a little crazy.
“Yes. I’ve heard that many women experience an increased need for sexual arousal while pregnant. Being a good and obedient husband, I feel honor bound to service my wife in her times of need.” His devilishly attractive and
smug grin spoke volumes more than his words. “I think you will look very sexy as your belly swells up big and round with my child. And of course, your pretty boobies will get bigger as well. Full of sweet milk for my son to drink.”
“What makes you so sure that you would have a son?” Syranna tilted her chin at him defiantly. At this point she was going to fight him on every single issue, no matter what. It was the principle, after all.
“I will be just as happy with a daughter first time around. And quite eager for us to try again.”
“And if the second is a daughter?”
“Then I shall love my second daughter just as much as I love my first.”
“You forgot to add that you would be eager to try a third time to get the son you want!” Syranna prodded Marcus angrily. She suddenly stopped as she realized that she was talking right along with him as if her becoming pregnant by him was a “done deal” from this time on, which was completely and totally ridiculous, she told herself! She wasn’t imagining having sex with him. This was all just talk—
“A third time? Well, I should imagine that we would be slowing down a little. From what I have observed of other families, the focus does change slightly once the first child comes along.”
“Are you saying that I shall be so misshapen by pregnancies that you will no longer find me attractive?”
“Those are your words, milady, not mine. Somehow I should imagine that I would continue to be interested in your body, even if pregnancy does take a bit of a toll. After all, it is due to my child beginning life inside you.”
“Ah ha! So all you will feel is gratitude! That will make for a cold bed. Then you’ll be going off to bed the serving wenches, I’m sure. Before I know it there will be little bastards running all over Vikalla who look like you!”
Marcus reached out and grabbed her arms. He pulled her close to his body, splashing water. “Tell me how the hell we went from never having had sex in the first place to me neglecting my future family and populating the planet with miniature versions of me? I believe the proper word would be ludicrous!”
Syranna struggled against his hold, but all that did was cause her breasts to rub back and forth across his chest, stimulating her nipples into hard little pebbles. She opened her mouth to speak but his words stopped her.
“And another thing, Lady Syranna, I do not have indiscriminate sex with my servants…not in the past nor in the future.”
Syranna stared up at Marcus’ angry face. She struggled one more time, but that only made her aware of how his hard cock was pressed against her between their bodies. “Very well, I apologize for that statement.”
“I am quite confident that your charms shall keep me ensnared for at least thirty years, quite possibly a good deal longer.” He moved his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer and upward. There was no missing the prodding head of his cock against her slick pussy lips. She knew that if he entered her then he would undoubtedly know exactly how much—
“Oh God!” Syranna cried out as her flesh seemed to part, muscles relaxing, and the head of his cock pushed into her body.
“Yes, my love, this is inevitable. Your father knew that, which is why he sent you to me.”
“He didn’t—wouldn’t—do that to me!” Syranna cried out again as he pushed farther into her body. Her hands lifted to curl into his shoulder muscles.
“Yes! I looked at the document quite closely. I believe he sent it shortly before the end of the wars. He knew the outcome and by asking Ralus to send you back to Vikalla, he knew what would happen. Your father wants us to rule Vikalla together.”
“I am sure you are wrong,” Syranna argued, but her voice sounded weak and unconvincing to her ears. Her body was opening more each moment, admitting his big, thick flesh farther into her tight cunt. She could feel her body relaxing as if her muscles, nerves—every fiber of her very being—was swaying under his persuasive and convincing words. Or maybe it was his body that was seducing her.
“Your body seems to know the correct answer even if your head does not,” Marcus added a few seconds later.
Syranna tried to tighten her muscles and prevent him further admission, but it was too late. His cock shoved the rest of the way into her body as his hands forced her down onto his rod. She shivered as her body adjusted to the fullness inside her. Last time had been so brief. He had barely entered her when her control of him took over. Now she knew what would have happened if she had not interfered.
Abruptly Marcus parted their bodies. He stood and stepped from the tub, pulling Syranna up and out of the water a second later. Her gasp was lost as he carried her to the bed and dropped her upon it. Less than a millisecond later, Marcus was thrusting into her wet cunt once again. Her slickness surprised him somewhat, but it did not slow or deter him. Buried to the hilt, he pressed his groin to hers intimately. He could feel that she was already adjusting to his fullness and began to thrust.
God! He groaned at the incredible feeling sent his way via her squeezing muscles around his cock. Trying to slow the pace, he wanted to pleasure Syranna. But it seemed as if all the foreplay, mostly verbal and visual in the tub, was going to take its toll on his usually stalwart self-control.
“Syranna! I don’t think I can hold back—”
“You must pull out, Lord Marcus! Please!”
Just the thought of coming inside her sweet body and hearing her say that she didn’t want him to…he lost his control. Like an unstoppable tidal wave hitting the shore he pumped his cock into her tight cunt. Over and over, shoving as deeply as he could—most likely to impregnate her, he acknowledged in some far off corner of his consciousness—he filled her body with his potent baby-making seed. He held himself above her even after he’d finished, not wanting to leave the sweet, tight flesh that held him. His cock was softening, and soon it would begin to slip from her slick channel.
Finally he pulled out of her body and the large head made a loud, wet sucking sound, followed by a lewd “plop” noise. There was no denying their tight fit, and it excited him all over, just thinking about being inside her. God! Was he crazy? He’d never had thoughts like this before. Usually once he’d spent himself in a wench, or a lady, he was content to fall asleep for a short time, or get up and go drinking with his men. He was acting like a randy teen that had just experienced his first real woman.
Now, all he could think about was repeating this amazing coupling again. Rolling onto his side, he looked at the woman beside him. She was still lying as he’d left her. Arms above her head, legs spread and he could see the strings of cum that had pulled out with his cock moments earlier, from her pussy to her thigh. She looked sexier and more desirable than any woman he’d ever been with! The intensity of his desire shocked him. Needing to make this seem like his other sexual encounters and less important or intimate, he reached out and cupped her nearest breast.
“I knew you’d be sweet, love, but I had no idea that fucking your luscious body could be so heady!”
Syranna gasped at his crudeness, but he didn’t stop there. He fondled her breast idly, squeezing and massaging, and then lightly jiggling her breast to watch it move. His hand then moved down her stomach and cupped her bald pussy. Two fingers slipped easily into her still slightly stretched opening. Rising up higher on his arm, he leaned over so he could stare at her pussy. Spreading his fingers, he watched as several large dollops of his semen fell from her cunt.
“Are you ready to be pleasured, milady? I guarantee that after I’m done with you there will be no more doubts about your future. I believe that you will then be quite anxious to share my bed as often as I wish.”
Syranna bit her lip at his ego. How dare he speak to her like a common whore! Who the hell did he think she was? Or better yet, who he was? She could cook up a spell that would have him howling in despair for a week on the toilet. Yes…that was a tempting retribution for what he had just done to her. Or perhaps she could give him a disgusting case of sores and boils. And he thought that he could con
trol her body! Ha! The fool had another think—
Marcus began sliding one of his fingers between her lips. He delved for a few moments, and then he seemed satisfied with what he had located when his touch caused an immediate and hard flexing of her hips.
“Ooh!” she gasped in surprise. She had touched herself, but this was different. For some reason, Marcus’ fingers appeared to know exactly the best ways and places to touch her. Knowing she should protest, her mouth opened but the only sound that came out was a gasp as he inserted two fingers into her wet passage again.
“My lord Marcus—” she started to object. Or she was sure that was what she had planned on doing. But he was moving the fingers inside her now, and combined with his fingering of her clit, it was too much for her rattled senses. “Oh my…yes!”
Her nerves and muscles took over and her hips flexed spasmodically as her body reacted to Marcus’ skillful touch. Her climax seemed to go on for some time, until it finally stopped with one last little eruptive quiver of muscles deep inside her body. Her breath rattled in and out of her chest as she stared upward, waiting for the next explosion. Even though she was clearly wrung out, both physically and emotionally, she whispered her body’s demand.
“Again! Please!” she pleaded.
Marcus smiled down at her before he lowered his head and kissed her open, still gasping mouth. His tongue lightly caressed her lips before moving inside to coax, cajole and then conquer her tongue. Kisses trailed down the side of her neck, nibbling, and licking. When he worked his way down to her breast, he placed light, soft kisses all over the upward slope to her nipple. Once at the peak, he circled it slowly with his tongue before beginning to flick it lightly, gently with just the tip of his hot “seducer.” As the nipple hardened, he spoke to her softly.
“You do have the loveliest breasts, my love. They are so big and round, with much more than enough to fill my hand. But by far the prettiest assets are these delicious nipples, so pretty and pink, sitting so pertly atop each mountain, demanding attention. Now the question becomes whether I should lick them, suck them or play with your boobies with my hands.”
