For Her Honour (Swords of Passion)

by DeLand, Cerise

  He led her to the bed, a huge stuffed affair attached to iron posts by straps. “Lie down. Spread your body out for me. Arms above your head. Legs wide. Feet flat to the linens.”

  She shook at the ribald position he suggested and hastened to assume it. “Like this?”

  “Exactly,” he gruffed. “Your very core is blazing. And your body gives off juice like a flowing river.”

  She undulated on the bedding. Her knees fell open. “Not to douse the fire, but to welcome you inside me,” she declared as her hands drifted to her cunt.

  “Aye.” He came closer, his gaze on her cunt, his one hand stroking the length of his rod. “Find the pearl I fondled for you. Aye, pull your lips and draw back the hood to your jewel. Now tap it with your finger.”

  She moaned with her own delicious touch. In her chat, she could feel herself swimming in love’s juice. “What else?”

  “Circle round the gem. Gently, sweetly.”

  She shifted her hips. “More?”

  He put two big hands on her knees and pushed them to the bed. “Roll your labia open and push up that pretty nubbin that I may see its bright sheen. Aye, like that,” he growled.

  She filled with a fury equal to the storm outside. “Come, come fill me.”

  “Move your finger away, down…here.” He pushed her fingers infinitely lower. “There, my darling, please yourself there.”

  Her hips rose off the bed. Her body burst with lightning. “Oh, oh, what is this? Ummm.” She rocked, thrashed her head side to side and felt her body pound. His mouth covered her cunny. She stilled, her channel pulsing. “My lord, my lord,” she was uncertain if she beseeched him or her saviour, but she could hear this man—this real flesh and blood man— as he sucked her loudly and greedily.

  “You are so tasty,” he told her as he ripped his mouth from her cunt and set it down again to lave the gem he’d found in her. “Christ above,” he groaned as he replaced his tongue with two pinching fingers to her nubbin, “your cream runs like manna from heaven.” He used the tip of his tongue to flick the bud and send her hips quivering again. “I will never drink enough to satisfy me.”

  “Satisfy me!” she yelled.

  “I will,” he vowed and with a small nip to her gem, he pulled away and inserted a finger in her cunt.

  The bluntness, the heat had her hands reaching for him. “Aye!” she cried. “Feel me, have me!”

  He thrust another finger inside.

  She howled.

  He rose above her, seared her with one hot eye and grunted. “Rise up. Give me a breast to treasure.”

  She did as he asked, cupping one breast like a sacred offering. At once, she lost her breath as he clamped his hot wet lips on her nipple.

  He sank yet one more finger inside her and found that same spot he’d led her to before. There, he deliberately caressed her until once more, she shrieked in abandon.

  She quaked and plucked up the linens with fingers like talons. But as she sank to the mattress, he bent once more to bury his face in her still pulsing cunny.

  She lifted up, the air filled with the scent of her arousal, her body throbbing with a delight she’d never known. “Never before,” she managed as she writhed before him, her legs still wide open to his laving tongue, “have I felt this.”

  He raised his face, his mouth glistening with her cream, his face brightening in joy. His voice gruff, he demanded, “Roll over then.”

  “There is more?” She knew she sounded like an eager girl.

  He grinned like a satyr. “Much more, my lovely.” He pushed one of her legs to meet the other as he thumbed his purple–helmed penis. “Do as you are told.” He swatted her behind. “Hurry!”

  Chapter Six

  He’d never had a woman so eager for him. Never wanted to arouse one for so long or so dearly. To take Blaze to his care stirred every muscle in his body, stimulated every bawdy vision in his head. And Christ, but he meant to have her in every way he could to douse the fires she inspired in him.

  God damn his king in the process!

  She went to all fours beneath him—and twisted around to look up at him. In her features stood more desire, more affection for him than he’d known with any woman.

  Smiling into her eyes, Will brushed her fragrant hair from her swan’s throat and kissed her there. She sighed. Admiring the hourglass of her figure, Will ran a splayed hand down her shapely shoulder to her small waist, her generous hips and the buttocks that he’d always predicted were gorgeous orbs. He thrust out his fingers over each rounded sphere of her rump and measured how lovely she was here. As elsewhere. Here. In the crevice between her buttocks. Here. In her sopping wet cunny. Here. Around her pearl of love. Here. He pinched one diamond hard nipple. And here. He sent his forefinger into her ass.

  He bent to press his lips to the hollow above her ass cheeks. Then sent his finger in her farther. “You are virgin here, are you not, my pet?”

  She wiggled. “I am,” she said on a whisper. “But I want you there. In me. Everywhere.”

  “Fear not.” He took his massive cock in hand and stroked himself to ease his body’s demand to be inside her, hot and quickly fucking her. “I will take you to new heights. Allow me,” he said as he shot two fingers of his other hand into her channel, “to draw out your body’s cream to ease the way here.” He took the cream he scooped from her channel and bathed her anus outside and in with her own lubrication.

  She moaned.

  “You like that.” He continued to push more of her own essence into her sweet little asshole. “Let me have more then.” He held her hip in place as he circled a hand round her and sank into her cunny from the front. There, he petted her pearl and had her bucking back against him. This—aye, this!—slipped his cock between her wet hot cunny lips and had him groaning. “Oh, Blaze. You milk me.”

  Could he escape the mad compulsion to sink his rod into this sweet chat? Was it not unnatural to remain outside her cunt?

  He growled and let her work his rod between her labia. “Enough!” he shouted when he knew he would come if he did not stop. He had to have her in the only way he could. He gripped her hips. “Hold still, my lovely. But breathe deeply.”

  He probed her ass. Aye, she was small. Too small for his big rod?

  “Put that inside me now,” she moaned.

  Up on his knees, he invaded her. And rocked. His cock was sheathed at last, squeezed and sheltered by her body. He huffed, complete but wanting more, he sank further inside her. Another stroke. So good. So warm. So small. Another and another. He delved and dipped inside her delicious ass, the rhythm of his body matching hers as she shrieked and pushed backward. He bared his teeth in a snarl and spurted his cum deeply into her luscious ripe body.

  She tossed her wild red hair. He pumped her to a scream until she had drained him of the cum he’d built since first he’d laid his one good eye upon her.

  He sank over her. “Witch,” he crooned and caressed her wet chat with his free hand. “Roll over, let me eat you again and make you whole.”

  For her generosity, he held nothing back. Like a wild man, he positioned her like a sacrifice and told her to not move. He laved her nipples. He bit one then the other. He sucked them one by one into his mouth and flicked them with the tip of his tongue. All the while he worked her cunny lips with his still hard cock. Never to invade her chat, he told himself, as he massaged her belly, kissed her navel, then grasped her swollen labia and examined her pearl. Christ, he’d never seen one so big, so hard, so needy of his tongue. He pleasured it with his teeth. With his tongue. With his lips.

  She keened like a banshee.

  He grinned. And nipped her swollen little ball. Then he thrust two fingers inside her gleaming channel and worked her above her love spot until she rose up off the bed with just her hips. With a roar, she came and came, her cunny throbbing around his fingers like a rhythmic tide. She gasped, threw her arms around his shoulders and rode the storm of her completion like the Amazon beauty he’d perceive
d her to be.

  Christ above, to really sink inside her wonderful cunt would make a man a god.

  He dropped his head to her breastbone. “Darling, I do adore you.” He rolled to one side and gathered her into his arms.

  She combed his hair for incalculable minutes. Until the air grew cool and he rose to bring back another towel to wash her cunny. Then he pulled marten furs over them. The fire sputtered and he kissed her pouting mouth, promising to return after he’d placed new wood upon the grates.

  As they watched the sparks dance, she lifted her face to him and in a solemn voice said his name. “You do not mean to really fuck me, do you?”

  * * * *

  She had known his answer, of course, before he responded. And she did not ask the reason. She knew.

  She lay there and considered it for hours. Outside, the storm raged on. Inside Blanche’s mind, as well. She knew her body warred with her, too. To take Will Dunwick into her care was a betrayal of her own self as well as her king. But she felt the emptiness of her woman’s soul to be filled by him, not just in her ass, but in her cunt. Her cunt—that she could feel with her fingers was so juicy, so hot still—so wild to take in his cock and pleasure him and her. Over and over, she pressed her thighs together in need of Will’s rod inside her. Independence of self and from king, be damned.

  Testy as a lioness, she rose up on an elbow and watched Will sleep. He was so huge, he took up most of the bed. He was so loving, he took up most of her reason and cast her out into the cold new territory of Blanche, the she–cat who must have her mate deep inside her cunny.

  She lifted the furs from his torso. His chest was marked with scratches. Hers. She grinned at the memory of what they’d shared. Mine, Will Dunwick. You are mine more than any man has been. She raised the fur higher. His cock, thick and pink, flaccid but still long as her hand, impressed her with its power. Mine, as well. She smiled and tipped her head to one side in thought. Careful not to disturb him, she slithered from the bed. Took up one unused towel and dipped in the now cool water. One tiptoes she slipped back into bed and washed his penis with tender care and a growing admiration for how the damn thing grew under her touch.

  “My cock,” he told her in the gruff voice of sleep, “has a mind all its own.”

  “Mmm,” she crooned and kept to her work of stroking his member down and up, around and round. “I like his intentions. They match my own.” She leant down to lift his rod higher and kiss the tiny slit.

  Will shifted in the bedding. Arms out, legs splayed, he was going to let her play. “Continue, I pray you.”

  She grinned at him and licked her lower lip. Her hand caressed his length and she felt him jerk in her hold. “You are so long, my lord Greystone. Tell me,” she beseeched him, bent and took his purple helmet between her lips and sucked the head, “does a man get longer as years go on?”

  “Ha!” he blurted as she worked his tip again. “Shorter!”

  “Nay,” she feigned horror. “Say this is not so!”

  He chuckled, but the sound cut off as she sent her tongue down the length of his shaft. “As a man ages, he loses his length and his iron.”

  She swung one leg over his thighs to face him, shook back her hair, and grasped his wonderful hard length with two hands. “Well, then, I would have loved to have sampled this cock twenty years ago, my lord.” She leant over to lick his lower lip. “I daresay I would not have been able to have you in my ass. Only my cunny could hold you.”

  Their gazes locked.

  She pulled and stroked his shaft, intent on her actions. “I will take you now though. Sadly short and limp, as you are.”

  “Short and limp, am I?” He thrust his hips up so that her palms, one over one, were shorter than his rod. “What do you make of this then?”

  She leant over, allowing his cock to fuck her in her cleavage. She sighed, as she said, “I make as much of this as I can, my dear lord.” He rose up on his elbows as he sent his cock through the furrow she created with her breasts pushed together by her arms. “Tell me, how old are you?”

  “Forty in the spring,” he said on a groan, still furrowing between her breasts.

  “Most men,” she got out as she held his cock to her skin and sighed, “most men never reach your age.”

  He groaned and paused. “Continue to do this and you will kill me here with wanting you.”

  She fell backward then and sat between his thighs. Before he could rise, she grabbed his cock and sank her mouth over him.

  “Ah, Christ!” he shouted, his hands groping for her.

  But she eluded him. So gone with the joy of tasting him, stroking him with her puckered lips, she moaned against the warm hard flesh in her mouth and concentrated on taking him as deep into her throat as she could.

  He mewled like a baby.

  She rejoiced like a woman victorious. And continued to work him with her mouth and to cup his massive set of balls.

  He was the one now to undulate on the bed. “Gently.” He reached down to teach her to loose her hands on his testicles. “There. Jesus, better.”

  She pumped him.

  He inserted a fingertip in one corner of her mouth to break her spell. “My sweet, persist in this now and I will soon come between your pretty lips.”

  She let her eyes tell him she was ready for him. Then she sucked him harder.

  He fell backwards and cursed, his hands groping for the straps of the bedding. He found them, gripped so that his arms corded with the strain as he held himself up to watch her milk him dry.

  As she felt his cum spurt into the back of her throat, she held his cock tight and wished she might have him in her cunny. When he stilled, she licked him clean of any remaining seed, and crawled up and over him like a feline in heat.

  With one hand, he sank his fingers in her hair and brought her mouth to his for a soul-searing kiss. Then she felt his fingers sink into her cunny. “Wet as the ocean. Hot as the fires of hell. Come this way, sweet.” He directed her to turn so that her cunny was near his mouth and she could suck him more. “This is one way sultans please their wives through the night. Let me fan your fire, Blaze, and bring you the release you gave to me.”

  * * * *

  He awoke with a start. At first, he could not place where he was. Why he was so dead to the world. He shifted and his cock told him why. He smiled to himself and wallowed in the linens.

  A shudder raced through him.

  Had he fucked her? Had he put his seed inside her? Defamed her? Tarnished her and her reputation?

  Ah, Christ. He ran both hands through his hair and over his face. His eye patch was gone. Gone? He never took it off! Where…?

  The silence in the room was pure.

  He looked at the bed. Rumpled. Used. Well used.

  Without her!

  He bounded to the floor so fast he stubbed his toe on the table leg.

  Rubbing his good eye and cursing, he examined the room. Nay, she was not here!

  God almighty! He would find her. Chase her down like a hound. Take her and bend her to his will. Lock her in his chains and never take them off!

  Where were his clothes?

  Merde! He’d given them to Friar Julian.

  And hers, too.

  Did she get them? Persuade the good monk to give them up to her?

  Will would have a few raw things to say to that man. First, let me get my hands on her.

  He tore open the door. The hall was empty. Dark. Silent.

  He strode along, throwing open each portal as he went.

  Until a rumbling and a crash in the far room had him racing towards it.

  He flung open the door.

  Blaze spun towards him. Her back to the wall, she had a friar’s gown dangling from her fingers. “Will?”

  He grabbed her arm, dragged her out the door, down the hall to their room and pushed her towards the bed. “You’ll not leave me!”

  “Nay, Will! I—“

  “Silence!” he thundered, arms akimbo as he g
azed down at her ripe naked body draped over the bedding. His shaft betrayed him, tingling at her temptation.

  “I never intended—“

  “Really? How came you by this then?” he roared, fingering the stuff of a black wool gown she still held.

  “I was cold.”

  “I bet you were!”

  “Nay, Will, really!”

  He bent down to her. His rod grew hard and his heart grew sore. She would have left him. After all they had done with each other. After all the ways he had laboured to keep her safe and sure and capable of avoiding the king’s wrath?

  Will reached down to pick up the chains he’d loosed her from last night. In a thrice, he wrapped her wrists as he had the first day they’d left her home. “You’ll not escape me again.”

  “I never meant to, sweet man,” she whispered, her hand to his cheek, burning his body as her endearment did his heart.

  His fury soared. Seduce him, would she? Nay! He wound the length of chains around the strappings of the bed then found the locks and secured them with a clink.

  She watched him in awe. “Will, I went to see if I could find more wood for the fire.”

  “I’ll show you fire!” He clamped a hand around her neck and devoured her mouth. “I am your master.”

  “So true,” she agreed, her palm brushing down his chest to pinch his nipple, skim his belly and take his needy cock into her hot caress. “Show me how true.”

  Chapter Seven

  He crushed her to him. The power of his gigantic body a delight she’d not yet felt. She writhed against him, fanning the flames she had ignited by her departure. If he would not make love her in sanity, she would welcome the lunacy of this possession.

  She stroked his cock, setting a rhythm that matched his ferocity to take her.

  He muttered mad Norman French words she knew were base declarations of a conqueror. He kissed her cheek, her throat, her shoulder, kneading her flesh with his other hand. Then he curled over her to suck one breast into his mouth. “Christ, you are feast.”