The Taken Bride: A Medieval Romance

by McCormick, Kaley

  “Damn, I’ve been begging for chance with my eyes for a long time to have you like this. Avril, I find you absolutely stunning, but I have to tell you that I’ve been dealing with some issues. I think you know that I’ve had some problems mentally speaking. When I came back from Iraq, I found myself lost and unable to manage on my own. I get these moments of panic, but I’m taking medication. It’s just that my mind is always running at tiptop efficiency. I’m always looking for dangers and sometimes I perceive them when there isn’t any.” I had no idea why he was telling me any of this, but maybe he needed me to know that he was not perfect.

  “I know about what you did overseas and I commend you on your service to your country. You were one of the best soldiers. I would even call you in the elite few that could do something that others couldn’t.” His hand tightened on my fingers, like he wasn’t quite sure how to react to my assessment of the situation.

  “It does my heart proud to know that my efforts were not in vain. We took down several of terrorists and most times they didn’t even know that we were there, until it was too late. There were times that we had to kill with our own bare hands and not from the safety of our rifle and the crosshairs leading up to the kill. I have blood on my hands and I think that you can see that I’ve been throwing myself into my work. I don’t go out in the field anymore, except to consult, but still I have those memories and sometimes they come back and bite me.” I grabbed his hand and I bit into his palm. I licked the surface and gave him every reason to trust me with all of his hidden secrets.

  “You don’t have to fear me and whatever you have to say will stay in the vault with the key thrown away.” I think he wanted to let me know what I was getting myself into, but I already knew that. I didn’t know the extent of what he went through, but I had a cousin that had come back a little different. He was always caustic, but now he was sarcastic and didn’t mind getting into trouble just because. I could sense that Holden had that same penchant for violence, but he wasn’t allowing it to get a hold of him like my cousin did.

  “I’m glad that you understand. It’s just that sometimes I feel alone and I look for anything that I can find to make those nightmares go away. I’m not sure that you’re going to believe me, but I feel that you and I have a connection. You’re first one that I’ve ever found that has taken me out of my comfort zone. I look at you and all those thoughts about danger and destruction washes away in an instant. I can’t explain it and I don’t think that I will ever be able to. Trust me, it’s not the main reason why I come here every night, but it is part of it. I would’ve written back to you, even if I didn’t know who you were.” I found myself bumping into the stove and the emerging lighting in the kitchen gave this eerie red glow that made me feel like I was doing something that was naughty.

  I took off his jacket, folded it neatly and placed it on the metal table that had already been sanitizing clean by Timothy before he left. I undid his buttons, seeing one scar over his left pectoral that made me grow weary with concern. I kissed it, hoping that I would make it better, but knowing that it was just a metaphorical kind of healing process.

  “I have to tell you, Holden that I’ve been thinking about this for some time. Maybe I shouldn’t be admitting this, but I’ve never felt all that attractive growing up. Kids can be cruel and I have a condition that makes it impossible for me to lose weight. I don’t gain any and I stayed between a certain amount. I see the way that you look at me and it makes me feel wanted and sexy. That is a feeling that I don’t get often from men of your color. I don’t mean that to be prejudice, but I found that brothers of my own skin tone are where I get the most attention.” He was allowing me to set the pace, going after his belt and taking it off, before wrapping it around his neck to pull him down for a kiss that had him almost breathless.

  “I guess I’ve always had a fetish for women of color. I never really considered somebody with more to offer, but I find you absolutely irresistible. I can’t even think straight and sometimes I feel tongue tied and unable to speak to you. This blackout is a godsend and it gave me a reason to reach out and do something about what I was feeling.” He kissed me and we tangled with each other, until finally I had my hand down his pants.

  His equipment was a good 9 inches and thick enough that it was going to give me a ride worth my money. I was in for a good time, but I didn’t know how much, until he moved to his knees. I easily stripped off the apron, pulling down my pants by releasing the string and letting it fall with gravity. I stepped out of it and then he pressed his face against my mound. He gave me light kisses with his tongue touching me to get my attention in a big way.

  “Holden, you don’t have any idea how long it’s been, since somebody has done that. I’ve been… Oh my god…so caught up in my work…yes, just a little bit more. Never mind, you’re doing it exactly the right way. You don’t need me telling you what to do like some sort of teacher with a student that has fallen behind in his grades.” His tongue had moved in for the kill and I could feel it getting ever deeper with each movement of his face against me. My juices were now coating his scruff and leaving behind white paste, as a reminder of how excited he made me. I had not cum yet and that was just a prelude to a more explosive discharge. “I hope that you know what you’re doing. Like I said, you have a talent and you don’t need me telling you what to do.” That last word was punctuated with a moan that made me throw my head back with my hair now slapping back and forth.

  My screams were animalistic and primal, something that you would hear in the wild when animals were now attacking each other in mating season. I had one leg over his shoulder, the meaty thigh hanging there, while he was administering to my oral needs. He didn’t even stop and most guys, even brothers would find that one orgasm was more than enough foreplay. He was not of that same sentiment and he was now pushing the boundaries, until I was on the edge and ready to go over it again.

  “You taste like fine wine on a hot afternoon. You might be too much for me to handle.” With those words, he continued his exploration of my flesh. He deserved all the credit in the world for learning from whatever mistress had given him a road map to the female anatomy. Those plans were secret and only a few select knew exactly what they were doing in that department. I lost it and I grabbed his head and force fed him my juices, making him suffocate and unable to breathe for at least a minute.

  I pushed him away with my hands, oversensitive by what he had done and looking down at his smiling face and the way that his tongue was now licking the excess off his lips. There was no denying that this man in his forties had a unique understanding of what it took to make me into his personal plaything.

  He stepped up to me and I reached down to hold him and knew that he was very close to the end of his rope. A few tentative strokes and squeezing of my fingers and he was now grunting his reply and filling my hand with his seed. That hot touch made me almost cream myself, but I had already done that two times and needed a moment to compose myself.

  “I’m sorry, but I guess I was a little overexcited. Don’t worry; I have no problem getting it up again.” I thought that that was a bold claim to make, but then it started to rise in my hand, with his offering still sticking to my fingers. I used it to claim the object of my desire, gripping him tightly and showing him what it was like to be with a woman of my caliber. “You really shouldn’t do that. I want to fuck you.” He was using my words against me and I guess I was a little loss for words. “You are amazing and I think that I’m a lucky man to be with you. I’ve always considered you something of a conquest, but over time I started to have real feelings that went beyond just sex.” I didn’t know quite what to say. I felt the same thing, but I didn’t know if he was on the same page.

  “You don’t know what that means to me, Holden.” I was now using his first name, something that I wouldn’t do, unless I was more intimately acquainted with the gentleman. I was hoping that there was something more here than just him coming in for the food, but I real
ly wasn’t prepared for the reality. It took me by surprise, pulled me into the wake of his gravity and there was no way that I was going to get away anytime soon

  Chapter three

  I don’t know how long he stood there and looked at me, but I didn’t want to take away anything that we had done together. So far, it had been very tame, but I had a feeling that things were going to amp up in a hurry.

  His cock was pointing to the spot between my legs that he was craving more than the air that he was breathing. I had to admit that I wanted more of what he could give me and I was quite happy to see that his over agitated state had become something of a pillar of manhood.

  “I’ve always been like this, Avril. I guess I’ve never grown up. My girlfriends used to be quite taken with my stamina, but some just couldn’t handle it. They called me a horn dog, because I could get it up at the drop of a hat. It wasn’t just because I was excited. I think I was just born this way and even a warm breeze can get my attention in a very nasty way. I will say that looking at you and knowing that there is more of you to love has only made it more difficult for me to stand here and do nothing.” I could feel his cock head touching the lips and the heat of that must’ve been too much for him to take.

  He speared me with a long drawn out moan coming from my lips. I couldn’t help it and that thing was made for my body in more ways than one. I let him take the lead, holding on to my hips and lifting my legs, so that they were over his shoulders. He was standing in between them, looking me in the eyes, as he buried himself. He let me adjust to his size, but he didn’t have to worry about that. My pussy had stretched to accommodate his girth and the wetness of my excitement was helping pave the way for a more expedient release of his manly seed. I held onto his shoulders, hooked my legs around his waist and hung on for a hot nasty fuck that was taking my breath away.

  “I want you to really fuck me, Holden. Don’t hold back and give me everything that you have. I want to feel it deep and I want you to continue to fuck me, until I can’t stand. I want to be walking with a limp afterwards and a smile on my face that I just can’t wipe off. Do it, bring out the woman in me. I want to feel you stir my orgasm to the surface and then make me explode several times. I know that is what you want to. You just finished tell me that you’ve been begging me with your eyes for a chance like this and now I’m giving it to you on a silver platter.” He still didn’t move, staring at me like he couldn’t believe that I was actually with him.

  “I’m sorry, but I just can’t do this. It’s wrong of me to use my position, as your soon to be husband in this way. I know that you say that you want this, but I think that deep down you’re only doing it, because you think you’re obligated to. I think that I should leave, before I go any further than this.” He tried to pull free, but my legs were locked like a vice around him. As much as he tried, he was not going anywhere without supplying me with the necessary tool to get the job done.

  “I think that you’ve mistaken me for somebody who gives a damn about your feelings. I like you and I think that I could fall for you, but right now I am more interested in what you can do with that piece of equipment between your legs.” What we had done already had broken down by defenses. I’d been watching him for some time and I think I knew from the moment that I met him that I was going to be eventually sleep with him. I certainly didn’t know that I was going to need him to prevent me from being shipped back to my homeland of Nigeria.

  I worked my hips back and forth, essentially fucking his cock, so that he wouldn’t feel any sort of guilt for trying something like this. I think he was starting to understand that I was in this for the long haul and it didn’t matter to me how this all came about.

  “I just can’t do this, Avril.” He didn’t have to do a damn thing. He just had to stand there and take it like a good little boy.

  “Holden, you need to shut up. I have things to do and I believe that what you have for me will get me there. Just let me do all the work and you don’t have to worry about feeling guilty about any of this. After all, it was my idea and I did say to you that I wanted you to fuck me. I know how crass that might sound, but for right now, all I need is your body.” I gave him short hard jabs to get him deep and then I made some shallow strokes that rubbed up against me in just the right way.

  My clit was on the receiving end of that pleasure and my eyes were now rolling into the top of my head. I moaned, my entire body shaking and then just like that, I was pulling at his own climax. Despite his misgivings, he couldn’t keep it away from me for too much longer. I had uncorked the bottle and now he was sending a geyser of white hot foam between my legs.

  I held him against my chest, his jerky motions filling me with a creamy delight that was now mine for the taking. My orgasm was strong and only got stronger with the feel of his seed shooting deep inside me. That feeling was ecstatic and I had no mere words that could describe how having him inside me felt.

  After that exquisite moment was finished, I let go of my ankles and he fell away from my womanly grasp. His cock looked like it had gone through a wringer. His face had lost all color and I was worried that I had taken things a step too far. I didn’t want him to have some sort of heart attack and leave me wondering if what I had done was the main cause for his death.

  “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. I just need a breather. I believe this concludes our business. I think that I’m going to leave, but trust me I will see you tomorrow. It’s not every day that I find a woman that takes my breath away and makes me into something that I don’t recognize. I’m not sure if I understand it or not.” He zipped up and I felt a moment of regret for releasing my ankles from around his waist. I was sure that if he stayed there that I would be able to coax another erection out of him.

  I was happy to see that he had two to give me and that was more than anybody else of his age and experience.

  I felt out of breath, but I was essentially doing the lion’s share of the work. His guilt had prevented him from taking that final step, but I was sure that eventually he would have no problem doing that. I watched him leave, glancing over his shoulder and shaking his head in disbelief that he had finally found a woman that matched up to his stamina. I’d never even imagined that I would be with a white cowboy billionaire that had more money than he knew what to do with it.

  I didn’t have designs on his cash. I just wanted somebody to keep me from leaving this country. I found my dream coming true. That visa was expiring next week and we had made plans to marry in the next two days. Everything had been put together at the last minute. We were going to have a quiet ceremony outside the city at this quaint bed and breakfast. We would stand on the beach and I was hoping that I could convince Timothy to join us. I wasn’t sure if he would feel a certain pang of jealousy, but I had to at least find out.

  It took me some time to feel like I could get back up on my feet. My bare toes landed on the hard and unyielding cold pavement. The concrete made me shiver to its touch, as I grabbed my shoes and put them back on. I went into the bathroom, combed my hair and fixed myself up good enough that it didn’t look like I was just in the middle of some raunchy x rated video.

  “I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting that when I came back to get my jacket.” Timothy startled me and I turned to see that he was holding a wilted bouquet of roses in his hands. “I should’ve said something, but to be honest I didn’t want to. I was feeling a bit low from having this girl that I liked turn her attention towards her ex boyfriend. I guess I came here looking for a shoulder to cry on, but instead I found you screwing Holden.” It was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he had enjoyed what he had seen with his own eyes.

  “You really should have said something. Actually, I’m glad that you didn’t. It probably would have ruined the moment. I do have something to ask you.” I told him all the details of how I had gotten together with Holden. I told him our plans to marry and at first he was hesitant to take me up on my offer to go to the wedding. He finally
relented, but I think he only did it, because he was my friend.

  “I am really happy for you. Really…really…happy for you. I just wish that it was me that you found attractive enough to marry. I would’ve done that for you, even if it was just a platonic arrangement between friends.” I didn’t wanna put him in that position. It would’ve made him a liar and the one thing that I knew about him was that he was an honorable man. He might say that he was able to do it, but it would eat him up inside to be with somebody that didn’t love him back. He deserved better than that.

  I did love him in my own way, but what I had with Holden was a whole lot stronger. “I’m glad that you’re coming to the wedding. I just think that it would be nice to have a familiar face to witness my wedded bliss.” I knew that he wasn’t happy about any of this and the way that he was looking at me made me feel like I was a steak ready to be devoured.

  Chapter four

  I stood there in front of the priest and listened to those vows that Holden had written for this occasion.” I promise that life will never be predictable with me. I’ll show you the world and give you everything that you want. You’ll never have a need for anything. Our love will be the only thing that matters and we will endure long enough to have grandchildren. I want to be sitting on that rocking chair with your hand in mine, withered and old and waiting for it that final tick of the clock. I never want to be without you, because you are my life and you are my heart. Trust that you’ll be safe and you’ll be always in my heart. Whether, I’m 2 feet in front of you or 1000 miles away. My vow is to make you the happiest woman in the world.”

  “I wasn’t expecting you to say your own vows. It would seem pointless for me to spout off anything that wasn’t original. Off the top of my head, I’ll say that you’re the man of my dreams. Honestly, I never thought that I would fall for a white man, let alone a cowboy drinking billionaire that has been through a lot. Suffice to say, I want to be there for you and I want to hold your hand, listen to your worries and I want you to feel that you’ll always have a friend in me. You’ll never have to look around and wonder where I’m at, because I’ll always be by your side. This love will endure, because we’ll never allow a night to go by that doesn’t have one of us saying those three little words. We might get angry, but underneath it, we’ll know that there is nothing that can tear us apart.” I had put that together at the last minute and I felt like we were starting this new chapter of our lives.