The Soldier's Wife

Emerson “The Anvil” Blackwood stood at the alter, his back turned to the masses and more so to the approaching woman whom would be his wife by the end of this ceremony. He stood at the ready, like the soldier he once learned to be and as the general he is now. Yet there was no mistaking this was not a battle, if fact, it was more of a war lost.

He wore leathers that would have been reason for ridicule when he stood with his men in the field. They were red like wine, which would have begged a field of archers to aim at you - and were too thin to stop the arrows targeted. It was not just the outfit, it was the way he was groomed. His long blonde hair tied behind his head, his nails cleaned of dirt and blood, his face cleaned of whiskers. In these courts, it is what was expected of him.

His duty to become married is also what was expected of him. The woman, one he had never met, one he would not see until she arrives at the end of the aisle to join him here, will allow for a period of peace between the two families. A marriage for peace is no place for a soldier. But It was not a marriage of love, for that matter. Besides, they say no soldier marries for love. They say the only woman other than their mother a soldier ever loves is his first whore. Whomever he was to marry wasn’t to be Emerson’s first, whore or not. So she is only to be his duty.

As he stood and waited to be bound to a woman he never met, the words of his father rang through his head. ‘You are to marry this woman and you are to have her bring forth an heir.’ So in his mind, all he expected was someone for him to plant his seed within. All he could hope for is one that was not so ugly that it took a long time to accomplish.

As the woman reached the end of the aisle and took her place next to him, Emerson took a long breath, pushed the anger against his father from his mind, and turned ready to accept what is expected of him.

Adeline Peinlingen couldnt understand why her father was making her marry this man that she never meet before it made her want to cry thou she knew it was also for the safety of her Mother and her two little sisters her father could take care of himself that he had proved more than once in his life together with her Mother

they stood infront of the door ready to go threw the door but she couldnt she had to ask once more why "Father please why do i have to marry him...i know nothing of him what if he will only harm me " she grabed his hand as if begging him not to make her she gave her a blick which made her go silent she didnt dare speak as her father tugged at her arm slightly making her follow him threw the door her head was tilted down words afraid to look up she just hoped he was a man who could be seen upon

her brown/blond hair which were lightly curly was half up and half hanging down over her shoulders flowers that grew in her Mothers garden her green piercing emerald eyes watched her feet pass each other following her fathers lead as she then looked to see her Mother and her sisters smiling with tears in their eyes she had to fight not to cry with them

Adeline was only 5 feet 2 inches big pretty small compared to her parents as her father raised her chin with his finger and gave her a kiss on the forhead and whispered to her " remember make your Mother and me proud and bring peace to your family with this man"she noded and opened her eyes seeing him for the first time

she was alteast a head or two taller then she was she also feared that he might easly break her in two thou she could tell he wasnt comfortable standing there waiting for her as if he also was forced into this all which maybe wasnt all that good for her but somthing about him gave her a weird feeling her eyes never left his sight as the hole room went quiet she almost forgot that it was full with her family and probly his

she turned so she stood next to him as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly and quietly as the priest started to read his words he always did when two were to be wed "Emerson Blackwood do thee take Adeline Peinlingen at thei side " he waited for his anwer hearing his agreement he looked to Adeline " do you Adeline Peinlingen take Emrson Blackwood as your husband " she sighed softly looking one last time over her shoulder to her family and nodded and in her sweet voice answered loud enough to be heard

"i do take thee" she looked over ehr shoulder to him and then back to the priest he never changed his mimic she could not tell if he was really ok with this wed or if he just wanted it to be over the preist kept speaking thou she gasped slightly knowing she was his now forever as she heard the priest say "Adeline Blackwood is now to the side of the worthy Emerson Blackwood that there future be full of health and a heir you may kiss your wife Emerson Blackwood" she wasnt sure what she was going to feel as she closed her eyes to kiss back the room then stood and clapped

Married. That’s what he was now, and shall always be. Married. He chose not to have any last breath rejection, nor find some other means of protest. Instead he gave his vow, took her hand, and when so directed; ‘The Anvil’ kissed his wife.

In the event that followed, Emerson sipped at his wine having no intention of allowing the drink to affect him. He sat at the head table and barely took more than a cup throughout much the night. If she was indeed fertile, then he wished to plant his seed and let the business be done tonight. He partook of the rich soups, lightly on the slaughtered hog, and indulged in the cakes brought forth. A warrior knows his body, and knows to perform one must not eat those things that will leave you to sleep. He watched as entertainers danced, juggled, and sang. He accepted greetings from the both his new and old family. His fellow soldiers gave their due congratulations. There was even a moment of affirmation from his own father to say the right thing was done this day, and Emerson had made him proud.

For most the reception and the ceremony earlier, he maintained his dignified poise. He remained diligent to his duty, and he remained steadfast.

Yet he never laid much more than an eye on his bride.

Now the second cup of wine, the meal complete, and the real duty was not far away. So - now was the time to accept the true fate.

She was pretty, but that could only be expected for a high born. She was smaller than he expected though, complete with the fragility of one of that size. Her hair was lighter than that of the dark haired women that seemed to be the only choice for mistresses when in the field. Yet it was clear there was no way this woman could be mistaken as the harlots he knw previous.

Taking another sip of the wine, he turned his head away from her but spoke in a stern tone meant for her ears only.

“I am sure your family, as mine did as well, made our duties quite clear. This is a marriage for peace, the result of which would be an heir to bind our families together. I am an honorable man, and as such see no reason to be anything but the good husband for you. That is my duty. Your duty birth an heir. By that, the heir shall be mine and none but mine. If you allow any other man to touch you, then that will be the end of it for you. I don’t expect your love; I do expect your devotion. Is that understood?”

He let the question linger, then looked her directly awaiting the answer, one he knew would form that which will define the rest of the marriage.

Adeline let her eyes roam the room, and watch her new family and her old family having fun celebrating the new peace that would come. She sat next to her husband, her eyes once or twice ran over him taking a closer look to what she belonged to now watching him drink wine. Servants wanted to pour her wine as well, shaking her head and covering her cup she rather not drink "water please" she said softly. She had already had a cup of wine and she was not one of those ladies which could hold much alcohol.

She smiled over to her mother and father, knowing she had made her father proud but her mother looked worried. Her mother kept looking over her daughters new husband afraid he might hurt her. She tried to calm her mother with her smile noding as if saying to her everything will be well I'm not a little girl anymore.

Hearing her husband speak low but strong to knew it was only ment for her ears, nodding she looked up to him "Of course I'm your wife and your my husband I would never dream of shaming you with somthing like that" lowering her head some she softly to him "I hope I can bare you a son or do you wish a daughter Husband?"

She asked as her hand went to lay on his, not sure what a wife should do. Her mother was a good wife but her father wasnt one of those men who really had alot of commands of her or atleast not infront of his children.

"I wish to be a good wife to you, I wish to learn what makes you happy with me!" she said softly as she went to stand and walk over to her mother and father before they decide to leave

There was little left of the reception. Some of his officers grumbling to him over the new expectation for peace, some others giving him a smile and a nudge at the beauty of his bride, but little direct trouble when near his father. Actually his father looked impatient. It was duty to come tonight that he would still need to act upon. That, though, wasn’t even crossing Emerson’s mind much of anymore.

What was on his mind was the last thing she said. To learn what makes him happy. There was something there, something made his skin warm, his interest in her grow with it.

Watching her move around, speaking to her family in that white wedding gown, he couldn’t help to stare at her. She was quite beautiful, with supple curves and smooth skin. Watching her helped prepare himself for his duties, but developed ideas of what could be to come in the bed tonight - what he would find when the dress was finally removed. As much as that idea festered, it needed to be resolved.

With very little pomp, he walked down to where his bride was, and took her hand. “It is time,” he said directly to her, then to the rest of crowd he spoke as if for both of them “It is Time, thank you all for your presence here this eve.” And in short, they were leaving the banquet hall.

He took her by the hand, he was quick, he was direct - until they entered the bed chambers. It was a rather large room brightly lit with candles and lamps. The windows to the balcony were closed, and the fire burned a warmth immediately felt when entering. What dominated the room was the curtained bed big enough for royalty. It had bright white sheets covering the soft mattress. It loomed in the room like a gate to a new world.

He turned to her and began to unbuckle the straps of his leathers, beginning the long process of freeing himself of the ceremonial clothing. His face remained stern, yet expectant. He looked her into her eyes and said “So then, wife, I wish to see you without dress. Make me happy, and show me what lies beneath.”

She was talking to her family, having fun enjoying the party. Te longer the party had gone the more nervous she was getting knowing that soon he will send them all home and then it was her turn to entertain him.

Her mother smiled and whispered to her daughter "I think your newly husband is taking a liking in you my daughter, at least he cant keep his eyes off you"

She said touching her arm softly, which made her glance over her shoulder a second to look at him seeing her mother was right. She smiled knowing that this was a good thing.

A bit of time has passed as she felt a hand take hers looking quickly beside her she saw him stand almost over her smiling, he then said to her its time she noded and held into his hand.

Looking at her mother she smiled as if saying good night and untill tomorrow or so.
His voice then told the hole room that it was time that they all retired to their homes so that they might as well retire and do their wedding duties.

Her mother leaned over kissing her daughters cheek and whispering one last time before her father tuged on her mothers arm as if saying come wife.

"keep him happy and youll be happy"

She smiled and kissed back noding to her mother telling her she understood. Looking up to her husband once and then back to the room watching them all leave.

He then quickly showed her the way to his Bed chamber as she tried to keep up with him. They steped into the bed chamber her eyes widen such a beautiful room she thought. He then told her to take off her dress so he might see his prize of marriage.

She blushed as she slowly started to take off her gown, she untied and unbuttoned everything she had on the gown and the corsage so that she could let the dress fall from her shoulders down to her ankles not moving she just looked at him. She tried to read his reaction was he happy now with what he saw.

She stood there nacked before him her breasts nice round firm C cup, her perfecktly round smooth buttocks her silky skin and long legs. Her arms wanted to cover herself but didnt, she shivered slightly as she blushed.

"Am I to your liking Husband?!" she asked softly as her eyes went to the floor before her hoping she was to his liking.

The buckles on his coat were of course simple enough leading to the undershirt below. There were just a number of them to remove. He made quick work of the the first few, but simply let himself be distracted as the remaining buckles were attempted.

First it was the way she disrobed. Timid, bashful. Yet she did not question his command. As the gown left her shoulders the form that could be mistaked for enhanced by the dress proved to only suggest what lay underneath. For her small frame, her sizeable curves sprung forth no longer held back by glorious wedding garment. The firm globes of her breasts rose and fell with her breath, and seemed to beg to be touched, held, and plundered. The curve of her waist suggested not just her fertility, but her taut form as well. The only thing hidden from his lusting eyes was what lay at the cleft of her legs. There where the pubis pointed down to the womanhood below. Not that she covered herself up from him, only that a woman stands naked, the woman is made to hide what makes her a woman. This as much as an innocent girl could do.

Yet she asked him a question. She asked if she was to her liking. Of course, her body is one that would please the coldest of men. But the question, like one that had something to offer. Emerson was first reminded of the displays seen when whores brought to him on his conquests. But this was no whore, this was his wife. She did not act like one seller her sex. Nor was she one that seemed completely sure to give her sex. Yet she was there naked, like he told her to do. As if the way she asked the question was more eroitc than the body she offered.

Truth was his body was going to tell he no lies when he was finished undressing. On a whim, to see if this one could be tested, he thought that would be the best way to respond.

“Come closer little one,” he said with a soft wave. “Move to your knees in front of me, and remove my pants. You wish to know if you are to my liking? Then this will show you the answer.”

She blushed nodding she then droped to her knees and crawled over to him till she kneelt now before his feet. She looked up to you nibbling her lip as her hands shyly went to open his pants to see how pleased he was with her body.

Her cheeks flushed with a cherry red she kneelt there before him, she let his pants fall to his ankels. She looked at his hard cock and then back up to his face smiling softly and said shyly and quiet.

"I see you very pleased with me..."

She wondered what he would want what would please him more then other things was he like all other men and only wanted the normal things from their wives or was he one of those interesting men who wanted much more. Things that she would blush about just by hearing them and if he liked the risk of beeing seen but she knew she would learn this all very soon probly not all at once but after some time she would know how to please her husband.

It was an erotic site. The curvy woman, kneeling before him naked as the day she was born. Her body telling the message that she was far from a child, her eyes suggesting she was far from experienced. Between them, his turgid cock waving in front of her face. She did so not of her own action, but of his command. It was the most erotic moment of his life.

Some images came to his mind, those things the whores wouldn’t agree to, starting with the way she knelt there on the floor. But there was a duty at hand, and his father to appease. With the way these thoughts tempted him, he may fail to deflower the woman if he releases in places other than her pedals.

“Come,” he commanded offering his hand to help her to rise. He leads her to the bed and pulls back the outer covers to the white sheets below. “Lay back and open your legs. It is time to see if my wife is as lovely below as she is above.”

She stood while taking his hand, following him over to the bed. Smiling she sat down on the edge of the bed laying back scooting a bit back on the bed.

Setting her feet up on the edge of the bed forcing her knees up in the air while she then spread her legs her eyes never left his.

She blushed as her hands rested next to her body on the bed, hoping that all was to his pleasing. Her stomach shivered slightly with excitment wondering if he would even fit in her.

"Do I please you Husband "

Her hips moved slightly her head tilted slightly to the side her eyes tried to look sexy and teasing wanting to look and be the most beautiful woman he had set eyes on before.

As her eyes remained on his, he kept his on hers. When she moved onto the bed, his appreciative smile turned into wry, impressed grin. Then when she asked her question, it was music to his ears. The hint of what she could be, the suggestion that floated in the air, he wondered if he could so bold to ask.

“It pleasures you to please me, does it not.”

He walked to the edge of the bed, drawing closer to her spread legs. Finally he cast his eyes down to her sex. It lay in front of him like a rose, just about to bloom. He delicate petals pressed against one another hinting to what lay beyond it’s entrance. He boldly placed his palm on her pelvis, his thumb extended downward until it brushed her small inner lips. He pulled it to the side to open her, in a move that was more tender than it was exploratory. Doing so, it revealed her bright pink opening, lightly glistening with anticipation.

“Even knowing what we will soon do will hurt you. You do what I ask without question, without concern, not because it is your duty. Because taking my command, don’t lie to me girl - be honest - it pleasures you to follow my command.”

His thumb began stroking softly against those lips, not daring to press inside only to return the pleasure her compliance was giving him. His eyes returned to hers. Watching. Feeling. Anticipating.

She noded to what he said and said softly.

"Of course Husband I wish to make you happy with me, when your happy Im happy...."

She had to remember what her mother told her about keeping her husband happy would make er life just easier then if he was upset with her. She didnt know what that all ment at the moment but she knew she was going to find out quickly.

He stood now infront of her spread legs on the edge of the bed. His voice was now a demanding strong voice, she listened carefully thou she had to gaspe feeling his touch. He was the first man to touch her there and it excited her so very much.

He said hurt he ment her cherry she thought not sure what might all come to her for his pleasing but she would learn faster then she probly liked.

"Yes Husband I wish to learn to make you happy with me what it takes to please you to prove I was worthy to wedded and not only because of peace to our families."

She said, her cheeks flushed blushed a crimson red as she then felt his thumb start to move making her also gaps slightly it felt good and couldnt wait to feel more her hips moved ever so slightly as if to press more against his thumb as if begging for more. This excited her so much she just hoped she would not dissapoint him with anything she might need to learn still but she did want to be a good wife to him.

He wanted to be patient. He wanted to savor what was now his.

But his want to fill her was more.

While it will still be no doubt uncomfortable for her, the movement of her hips and the wetness on his thumbs confirmed she was ready enough for him. He crawled up onto the bed, moving between her spread legs, his body looming over hers. He licked his hand, then transferred a generous amount of moisture to his hardness.

When the head of his member came in contact with her netherlips, they felt like brushing silk. He closed his eyes breifly enjoying the feel of it. When he opened his eyes, leaning on one elbow over her smaller frame, he looked down at her and his desire felt like it was peaking to no end. His breathing immediately started to deepen with the pleasure of the moment. He pressed the head of his cock inward to her tight opening until he was sure it was know where to go without his guiding hand. With that he turned so that he could press his pelvis into hers, put both his arms under hers, and hold her breasts into his chest. His face hovered so close that the hot air of their breath merged as one.

“Scream, bear down, fight me if you wish,” he whispered. “The pain will be briief, but do not hold back when it comes.”

With that, he pressed forward conquering his wife.

Listening to him she got slightly scared, her mother had told her about the pain that would come from the first time her husband would take her to be his wife in bed but she couldnt describe it how painful it was.

Thou she had also said it only comes to be a few seconds and then after that a feeling would grow in her that would be nicer then a sommer breeze on a hot day.

Her fingertip griped his arms softly at first noding to him but before she really could react he pushed himself in her deep, the head of his cock felt a slight hindrance before it then gave way and sliped deep.

She felt the pain suddenly how his cock head break its way threw her maidenhood, her nails griped tightly now diging into his skin leaving little half moon like marks on his arm where her nails were her body arched and her head tilted back as she cried out a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Ahhhhh...Owwww...!!!"

Her legs tried to close for a second as if trying to push him away but she didnt have the strength to do so. Her eyes were closed tightly and she bite her lip hoping the pain would quickly pass.

After a few second where he was deep in her and stayed there she felt the pain faid away her grip on his arm lightend up and her breathing from the pain was quick as she then opened her eyes and looked at him.

Her cheeks flushed a light pink redish color while her eyes searched his blick for his reaction to what just had happened.

He relished this moment. His hard cock was engulfed in the hot vice. Bursting through her barrier led him to nothing but the tight envelope of her sex. The grip of it was intense, the true sign that she was surely untouched, and unchallenged. Watching as the woman below him suffered through her pain just seemed to make the feelings of their mating just that much stronger. There was no doubt that she was going through the pains of the lost virginity. Deep inside of him, forcing this woman through her pain was equisite.

Then as she was coming out of the immediate crush of the loss of her innocence, her body began to relax around him. The grip on his member wasn’t as tight, the squeeze of her hips didn’t seem like it was pushing him away. Her face returned to color, and her eyes open to meet his. She was accepting him.

He smiled back to her. At first he felt it being warmth, like the moment had come where the wife was becoming his love; but that was fleeting. That smile turned more wicked, as he readied himself to be more carnal.

He leaned down, and kissed her warmly. It was the only the second time he did so, with only when they were announced as husband and wife the other time. He opened his mouth and sucked her lips between his. The warmth of her skin was intoxicating just as her body, gripping below him, was engulfing.

It was then his hips started moving. His cock, like a rod of steel, started sliding inside the velvet vice of her sex. After a few early movements, he started to pump into her. Moving faster and faster.

Taking her now was about the need. Taking her now was like finding himself. Taking her was made complete by pounding his hardness faster and faster in her.

Adeline looked deep in his eyes showing him she was giving herself fully to him she wanted to please him more then anything else she knew pleasing him was the best she would ever be able to do and she would always be safe in his arms.

After the pain eased on her a single tear rolled over ehr cheek she gasped slightly like almsot a moan as she felt his start to move his hips slipping deep in her and then back just to thrust back in her hands griped his shoulders but not tightly just enough.

She leaned up to kiss him deeper then he did before she wanted to prove to him that she was worthy of being his wife. She wrpaed her legs around his waist lightly as her hand caressed his cheek kissing back as she then looked deep in his eyes after she broke the kiss she smiled whispers.

"Im yours...only Yours!"

She then saw this wicked look in his eyes and wondered what he was thinking about nd her body started to distract her as it started to move her hips slightly in circle movements agaisnt his it started to feel so good she had never felt this wamrth in her this excitment that was starting to raise up in her and this weird fuzzy horny feeling wanting more.

She wanted to learn more this felt so good and with the look in his eye she knew she would be learning alot in the next few days how to please him the most and she had this feeling she was going to like it very much so.

Her back arched slightly tilting her head back bitting her lip moaning softly.

"oh god what are you doing to me this feeeeeeels so good..."

He reached a pace with the grinding cock into her body that he could sustain. Her tightness around him became more warm, more welcoming so much that it balanced nicely with his own girth. The curve of her thighs around his waist pulled him into her closely. The way her breasts brushed against his chest as her back arched. Even her hot breath dancing along his neck as she moaned. Her reactions were little different than what he excpeted, but the way her firm smaller body merged with his did nothing but excite him.


Too soon, he felt the tension building with the pending climax. He grit his teeth and tried to look away from her face, try to let this feeling continue as long as he could. Yet every subconscious move and sound she made only made him want to release in her.

Then she said: "oh god what are you doing to me this feeeeeeels so good..."

His face turned, his eyes found hers, and he growled “I am taking you. I am making you mine.”

He pressed his lips into her immediately, holding back on a deep gutteral moan.

And the first blast of his seed erupted like a water from a bucket deep inside her body.

She cried out a moan as she listened to his voice, it was like music to her ears while her body tried to move more against him as if trying hard to beg for more. She then felt somthing in her a wettness that came from him as she knew then that he had cum deep in her.

Her Body shivered uncontrolly as she held her deep breath for a second before she cried out a moan and suddenly her body gave his body the reply to his cumming as it released, she felt a warmth grow deep in her and this fuzzy feeling of pleasing happiness. Her pussy also felt so wet suddenly as if she had diped herself in water or so, her juices slowly driped and spilled out of her pussy with his seeds as her legs still were wraped around his waist.

She was now panting softly as her heart beated so quickly she felt as if it was going to beat right out of her chest, her eyes filled with pleasure and happiness never have felt like this before and hoped he was also so pleased with her as she was with him.

Her eyes were locked to his as her hand again sliped to his cheek holding and caressing softly as she leaned up to kiss him deeply with all the passion she had. From that moment on she knew why she was here and why it was her that had to marry him, He was made for her and she was made for him and in that moment of her kiss to him she wished itwas telling him at that right moment how she felt.

Her lushes lips caressed and brushed over his lips, the tip of her tongue also lightly pressing it self between his lips to tease his tongue as well as her lips were teasing his lips.

Her hands then let him go and layed back looking up at him with a very bright smile and flushed crimson red cheeks and her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Husband are you .....pleased with me?!"

She asked with a smile as her hands caressed his arms up and down ever so softly while her legs still were wraped around his waist.

The wave washed over him as his seed emptied in her tightness. While he was climaxing he could feel the effect on her body, and had no doubt she met her end as well. The whole of it being something of far greater intensity than any of his other times with the run of strangers that have crossed his bed. The little thing, now his wife, had brought out something more in him than any of the other had.

As he opened his eyes, hers had found his. And he began to wonder what it was about this one, what made it so much more heightened.

Then she asked:

"Husband are you .....pleased with me?!"


Then he knew.

It wasn’t enough that she did her duty. It wasn’t enough that she accepted her place in his bed. It was that she seemed focused on pleasing him. That she was his for more than just matrimony, but pleasure. Something that already began to make his blood start to warm again.

He lifted a finger and stroked her cheek lightly. “You have pleased me, Wife,” he responded, smiling warmly into her eyes.

Something in his mind, though, reminded him of duty and wondered if the evidence of this night would be sufficient for his father. He lifted himself up, and looked down to where they were still mated. His member still showing remnants of need but soft enough to allow more of their combined fluids to follow. Slowly, he pulled it from her, and with it came a frothy mixture of red and white. The white sheets below her showed that this wasn’t the first of the escaping moisture. While some of it was on his member, her inner thighs and mons were crimson with the fluids.

He looked up her eyes and laughed, “It does appear that no one will question that we have done our duty, wife.” He moved off of her and off the bed. “Please wife, move where the sheets will not bother you.” He walked to a bowl with water, picked them up and moved back to the bed. “I will clean you, and while I am at it take a closer look at the body that is now mine to have.”

She smiled back at him as he then stood up she laid there and panted for a second or two before leaning up to watch waht he was going to do.

When he told her to move a bit to the side so he could wash her she looked down and noded not wanting to mess up the proof of their duties which she hoped they would do soon again.

She then moved as he wished of her and waited for him to come closer her breath was deep her eyes full of passion for him she wanted to make him happy.

"is this feeling I have normal....will I always become this this way ? or is it next time different...?!"

She asked with a blush that was flushing to her cheeks. He was the first man that even made ehr mind cross this line of not just thinking over her life. Since she is married to him and he has taken her virginity some how she cant take her mind off of him.

With a light pat on her thighs he moved to open them, showing the light mess still at coloring the skin in different places. He soaked the cloth and was pleased to find the water warm from the fire and the attention of the house’s staff. He started with lightly bloating at the inside of her thighs well away from the tender areas he conquered earlier.

“I can assumed you did not mean the feeling of the pain you felt. That I am sure you have been told is the only time a woman will feel it as such.” He patted again on her thighs. “Spread your legs wide, wife. Leave nothing to hide from me.”

The cloth now brushed around her redden lips. It dabbed at the larger remnants of their lovemaking, and cleaned the places where her skin stained from the little amount of blood.

“What you felt that was pleasurable … that I can’t say. The women I have been with, few seemed to react as you did. Watching and feeling you do so was quite extraordinary and quite pleasing.”

He extended his thumb forward and stroke her small nubble still quite visible and erect from between her lips.

“But since it pleases me to give you such feelings, then I think we will both enjoy pursuing ways to make you feel like that next time … and every time.”

He pressed more aggressively into her clit as to emphasize the point.

“If you are a good wife, that is.”