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Alexia Kenton

Naked in the firelight, Alexia tried to catch her breath as her body ached and trembled. She felt Brinn beside her, his hands stroked her body soothing rather than igniting, petting and calming her. She took a shuddering breath and turned her head to look into his eyes.
She smiled shakily.
Her eyes held an appeal, the need to understand what she had just experienced?
Whatever he saw, Brinn saw that she hid nothing from him, all forms of hiding her feelings her reactions were useless now.
She wanted to be open, to be honest with him!

Again Alexia trembled and felt the comforting weight of Brinn's leg as it slipped over hers.
Instinctively, she moved closer to him and felt his foot play along her calf, her foot as she wriggled and sighed softly.
Alexia murmured Brinn's name as his light kiss fell on her collarbone.
She tipped her head back and closed her eyes giving herself up to the feeling of his mouth lightly kissing her throat and jaw.

”Say the word … “

Her eyes opened to stare widely at his eyes as he leaned in close, whispering in her ear.

"Say the word, Alexia, and I'll stop this here.”

She looked confused. Stop? … Her eyes questioned him.

”I won't force you into something you aren't ready for - but I want you to know how ready *I* am for you."

The intensity of his voice made her shiver.
She felt his hand close around hers and felt her own drawn over his hard stomach, her fingers opening until she felt him press her outstretched hand onto his hard erection.
Her hand was held between his legs.
As he pressed her against him, his manhood seemed to throb. Alexia gasped.
She was amazed at the length and the width of him.
She had glimpsed him before, but had never imagined his member to be as hard and fierce as this.

Alexia glanced downwards then raised her eyes to Brinn once more.
She was stunned by how Brinn had made her feel, overwhelmed by the talent of his mouth.
The size of him scared her, but she knew that he would not hurt her.
He had been infinitely gentle so far and would be so she was sure.
As she lay there, fulfilled, yet not quite completed somehow, Alexia knew that only Brinn could give her the answers to all she did not know about the joining of a man and a woman.

She turned her head to Brinn’s and raised her other hand to brush against his cheek, the gesture tender and loving.

”You are my husband, Brinn, I have declared myself yours … I know you will make me yours completely … “

She whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Her eyes widened as she begged him softly.

”Please Brinn… take me … as you would your wife … “

In that moment Alexia wished it were true, that she were indeed to be his, forever …
 
At her words Brinn caught her fingers as they stroked his face and kissed them gently. Then leaning over he kissed her softly, the kiss deepening as his last inhibitions with her fell away. He knew now what she wanted, and that it matched his own desires.

Shifting up and over her he felt her legs instinctively part beneath him, her feet climbing his calves as she enclosed his own legs with hers. Brinn held his weight upon his knees, toes and hands - suspended above her, and lowered himself just enough that she could feel him pressing down on her.

He felt her gasp at the sensation of his erection pressed against her belly, the hard slickness of the head against the hot smoothness of her skin.

Drawing his hips back he used one hand to position himself, gently rubbing the thick head against her, exactly as he had with his tongue earlier. He felt her hips rise again, and her breathing quickening, and slowly pushed, feeling absolute resistance barring his way. Alexia's eyes flicked open and locked to his, and he realised that she knew what was coming now. He bore down, slowly, but relentlessly, feeling the resistance give beneath him, and heard her sharp cry as her maidenhead broke before him.

Brinn made reassuring noises as he withdrew and then pressed forward again, the tightness easing each time until he was nestling against her, his body moulded against hers, his hardness buried fully inside her. Leaning down to kiss her, Brinn began to gently rock, and then started slow and gentle thrusts until he felt her body respond again.
 
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Alexia Kenton

Brinn said nothing in response. He captured her fingers and kissed them tenderly.
His head moved down to cover her mouth. The touch was light and soft.
With a soft moan, Alexia felt his tongue lapping her lips, dipping in to taste her mouth then moving passionately over her lips, arousing her once more.

His eyes looked deeply into her own as he positioned himself between her legs.
Alexia curled her own calves to remain in contact with Brinn’s strong legs.
Alexia’s eyes locked with Brinn’s. She wanted this, but was nervous suddenly of how she would react to the transition from girlhood to womanhood.

Brinn shifted up her body. He kept the bulk of his weight from her, yet moved enough so that Alexia was pinned beneath him, laid still upon the blanket on the floor.
His weight was reassuring.
She felt the whole length of him press against her naked body. He moved slightly, rubbing his body over hers.
She cried out as she felt the iron hardness of his shaft nudge against her abdomen.
Again her eyes flew to Brinn’s face, wondering how he would ever be able to take her with such a rampant member.

As if in answer to her unspoken question or to quell her growing nervousness, Brinn moved himself into position.
Alexia felt the head of his member nudging between her legs. She instinctively raised her hips and closed her eyes, as she had done to invite his tongue into her, yet this time, the object trying to insinuate its way inside her was hard and bulbous.
Persistently Brinn rubbed his cock between her legs, and finding her entrance nudged at it, feeling his target rather than trying to gain entry.
Alexia’s eyes flew open as she lay, her sex unyielding beneath him.
Her eyes locked on Brinn’s, but he merely smiled reassuringly, his calmness soothing her.

Alexia felt him brace himself and knew that he would push himself into her.
She felt the head ease into her entrance, pushing into that virgin channel.
Barely giving Alexia time to murmur, Brinn continued to press on into her.
Her tightness was constricting, he moved slowly easing her open beneath him.
Alexia drew a ragged breath.
Brinn paused and with a tender look at Alexia pinned beneath him, he drove forwards slowly but firmly, not stopping even when he met the ultimate barrier.

Alexia cried out as her maidenhead gave way to his thrust.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she felt herself almost painfully impaled and unable to move as Brinn filled her.
Brinn hushed her, calmed her and assured her that soon it would feel good, she would be complete.
Alexia nodded trustingly and whimpered softly as Brinn eased deeper until he lay against her and wrapped his arms around the trembling girl.

”Shhhh lass … “

His kisses were soft once more and she felt herself relaxing as he held her close.
At first, Alexia thought the rocking motion was destined to sooth her.
She sighed softly at the gentle movement of his body.
The tension left her.
She began to feel languid and content once more.
And still Brinn swayed gently.

Raising on his hands once more, Brinn moved his hips:
The rocking was more pronounced now,
she felt him moving his hardness gently to and fro inside her.
Alexia gave a soft moan, startled by the sudden arousal she felt.
Again and again Brinn rocked then eased his cock slowly up and down,
not pulling out of her, not pushing deeper into her,
just a regular in and out movement.

Alexia clung to him, a pink tinge coming to her cheek.
She moved her legs experimentally and squeezed her muscles, gasping as she felt herself contract around his still rock hard member.
Brinn groaned in response as he felt her close around him momentarily.
The sound of his slowly mounting passion did nothing to still the scorching sensation that was growing between her legs.

The kiss was dropped upon her lips once more.
And once more Brinn rocked his hips gently, but this time forced his way forward more than before.
Alexia gave a soft whimper.
Again Brinn repeated the action, pushing still deeper into Alexia.
Again she exclaimed.
Moving her hips this time, Alexia lifted them to welcome Brinn’s thrust and found in amazement that he moved still deeper inside her.

”Oh.. Brinn… “

She whispered softly, overawed by the feeling of him pushed so deeply inside her.
 
At first he'd been worried - despite the gentleness he'd used, it was clear that the pain had won out over pleasure. He could see the way she'd bitten her lower lip, and the gentle whimpers she'd given out had been a world away from the earlier ones his tongue had coaxed from her. He'd held himself in her, soothing her as best he could, and soon enough he'd felt her relax, yielding to the gentle motion of his hips.

The sensation when she'd rocked her hips and gripped him tightly with her internal muscles had ripped a groan from him, which seemed to excite her more, until the two of them were moving together - as it should be, and what he had thought was complete penetration was deepening until he felt almost drowned inside her.

He lowered his head, kissing her again, and then moved sideways to kiss her ear, whispering words that weren't even chosen consciously

Ohhhh... Alexia. God, you feel perfect. I've wanted you to be mine since that first night...

The rhythm they shared became something more urgent, his thrusts becoming more forceful as they became more urgent. All thought of technique and pace was slipping from his mind now, replaced by the sense of the woman beneath and around him, and their shared progress towards a joint destination.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia felt as if her insides were melting.
Her walls seemed to give way to the invasion of Brinn’s manhood as he pushed deeper and deeper.
Alexia clung to him, raising her hips to meet each thrust, just as she had welcomed his tongue inside her.
She cried out hoarsely, her senses swamped with sensation.
Brinn lowered his head and kissed her deeply swallowing the moan, which escaped her lips as he forced himself still deeper inside her acquiescent body.
He held himself inside her as he moved his mouth to her ear.
She shivered as she felt his hot breath caressing her sensitive lobe.

”Ohhhh... Alexia. God, you feel perfect.
I've wanted you to be mine since that first night... “


His words enflamed Alexia's senses.
She was his, she had given herself to him.
Nothing had prepared her for how this felt!

Brinn withdrew himself from Alexia and then, with hardly any pause, he forced himself inside her with a grunt.
Alexia moaned loudly and thrashed beneath him.
Again and again, Brinn pushed inside her in long hard strokes.
Her hips raised and thrust up to meet him.
She squeezed her muscles capturing his cock as it thrust in and out of her.
Alexia revelled in the feeling of him buried inside her.
She became incoherent as Brinn accommodatingly increased the pace and force of his lovemaking.

”Ohh… yes… God! .. Brinn… you feel so good inside me… ohhh… “

Alexia called out his name again and again as she writhed and bucked with increased urgency beneath him riding towards their ultimate destination.
 
The increasingly frequent grasping sensations along the length of his cock, the sweet friction of his movement within her - Brinn was going out of his mind with it all. Her voice urged him on, his name like a rallying cry that urged him to thrust more strongly, pushing his way to the heart of her.

He felt the trembling in her voice, the high urgency of her movements. Each thrust tore a groan from him now, and he found himself settling into the fast pace that promised imminent satisfaction for both of them.

To his gratification, Alexia did not show any signs of finding the quicker pace painful, instead responding by meeting each of his thrusts and gripping him tight each time he made to withdraw from her. He was vaugely aware that she was sobbing his name out loud now, puntuated with gasps and moans.

He felt himself at the brink, and then over it - cascades of fire and sparks of lightning. From the tone of her cries it was clear that she had both felt his explosion, and was experiencing one of her own.
 
Alexia Kenton

Neither Alexia nor Brinn were aware of the volume of their noisy love making.
Their cries and moans echoed down through the inn as they lay on the blanket, both locked together in their urgent coupling.

Alexia felt dizzy, so transported was she by the feeling of his filling of her.
Brinn's voice echoed her's.
Their exlamations of need and arousal mingled.
Brinn's gruff moans and grunts urging Alexia on to even greater heights.

By the time they had reached the precipice of their fulfillment, Brinn was slamming in and out of her like a man possessed.
Alexia too had lost all control, her hands running over Brinn's body urging him on, pulling him to her, even as his hands moved roughly over her body claiming every inch of her.

Finally their frenzied fucking led to release.
Alexia felt Brinn's cock contract and spasm, then with a cry, almost triumphant he buried it into her and began to shoot copious loads of his seed into her core.
Alexia felt her whole body quake as her orgasm built up in her.
Her muscles gripped his shaft, milking him, even as he flooded her with his hot cumm.
Every muscle in her body it seemed was contracted.
She held herself, poised, then throwing her head back,
Alexia screamed his name,

"BRIIIINNNNnnnn!"

With that cry, Alexia crashed downwards,
Falling from dizzying heights, she poured herself onto Brinn.
Spasm after spasm wracked her helplessly contorting body,
Even as a waterfall cascades from a cliff top,
so the juices of her release flowed,
as she gave herself up to Brinn so completely.
 
So complete was Brinns release that the muscles of his arms and legs rebelled, spasming. He managed to turn his body as he crashed to the floor so that he was entwined with Alexia, on his side next to her, rather than crushing her. His chest heaved at every gasped breath, the waves of pleasure only slowly receding,

As he looked over to Alexia, it was clear that she was absorbed in reflection, her eyes half closed, her arms hugging herself as she lay at ease on the blanket. He rolled closer and kissed her shoulder "Alexia? Coming back to me, or do you like it too much where your mind has wandered to?" he teased, a gentle smile on his face.
 
Alexia Kenton

Dazed and exhausted, Alexia lay upon the blanket.
Her body was heavily sated.
Her head spun as she wondered how she had ever come to experience such intensity.
She dreamily gave herself up replaying the intimacies she had just shared with Brinn ...

It was the feeling of Brinn's body moving to press against hers once more, that brought Alexia back to the present.
She smiled softly as she felt him drop a light kiss upon her shoulder.
His voice was tender as he whispered:

"Alexia? Coming back to me, or do you like it too much where your mind has wandered to?"

Her eyes opened fully as she rolled into him.
She saw see the teasing light in his eyes and the gentle smile on his face.

"I'm back ... "

She breathed, her voice betraying how awestruck she was about the whole experience.

"I wouldn't leave you ... "

She whispered as she buried her head in his chest.
 
"Mmmmmmmm" Brinn rumbled in his chest with happiness, he hadn't known what to expect, but he hadn't expected ANYTHING like this.

The fire began to dry the thin sheen of sweat that coated his body, with a heartfelt groan he relaxed, the muscles of his limbs unknotting as he pulled Alexia from his chest into his shoulder, leaning back to lie stretched on the blanket.

Alexia snuggled in happily, lifting her knee so that her uppermost leg lay over his own, and Brinn could see her eyes close. and then flicker open again, clearly she wasn't in the mood for sleep just now.

"Brinn... Was I... ...alright."

His joy bubbled over and he kissed her. "No, lass... You were a lot more than alright. You were... ...perfect."
 
Alexia Kenton

"Mmmmmmmm"

Alexia smiled as she heard Brinn's sigh.
She felt overwhelmed, too much so to put her feelings into words.
She lay before the fire, so aware of every movement of Brinn's body as he lay next to her.

Her head was on his shoulder now.
They had moved together instinctively.
His hard muscular leg was beneath hers
He was so ... strong ... masculine and yet ... so tender and loving.
He had brought her to such heights.
Alexia could not believe that she had felt like that.
Nothing would ever feel like that again!

She glanced up at Brinn.
Suddenly a thought crossed her mind.
He had been wonderful. So patient ... so passionate ...
But he was used to all manner or women ...
She assumed he'd not lacked for ... lovers...
And she had been a total novice.
He looked contented ... and yet ...
Tentatively she voiced her thoughts:

"Brinn... Was I... ...alright."

She looked up at him, flushing despite the intimacy they had shared.

She had wanted it to be so good for him.
As good as he had been for her.

His kiss reassured her, though his words made her start.

"No, lass... "

Even before her fears could take shape, Brinn continued:

"You were a lot more than alright. You were... ...perfect."

Her flush deepened to one of pleasure.

"Ohh.. "

She breathed,

"Really? ... I ... I knew so little... I had never know how it could be ... I wanted to please you Brinn..."

She smiled teasingly then, a hand moving to rub along his thigh and play across his chest.

"... please you as a good wife should ..."
 
Brinn tilted his head slightly so that he could see her as they spoke.

"Well, you did lass. Very much so. I was a little concerned about hurting you, to be honest, but it was marvellous...."

He slid his hand off her shoulder and ran it down her flank, across her buttocks and then back up her side again. His caresses, he realised, had become very proprietry and he found himself comitting to memory the things he'd seen and felt.

As he squeezed her closer into his side he felt her breasts pressed against him, her thigh was smooth on the outside of his leg, and warm and a little wet - although that could have easily been from the bath, the thought triggered certain images in his mind.

He decided to gauge her mood with another kiss, experimentally seeing whether she was content or whether there were some needs yet unmet within her.
 
Alexia Kenton

"Well, you did lass. Very much so.
I was a little concerned about hurting you, to be honest, but it was marvellous...."


Alexia gave a sigh of contentment at his words.

”You could never hurt me, “

She whispered naively, the trusting words softly falling from her lips.
Her hand lingered between Brinn’s legs, nestling against his thigh, her fingers, unmoving, but in contact with his manhood.

She murmured as she felt his hand running over her body.
He watched as her body shivered under his touch, but her eyes were closed, her reaction a primal response to his stimulation; her mind drifting away as she murmured hazily.

”… soo… good.. mmm.. .Brinn… “

Easing her body close to his, Alexia shivered.
Brinn’s arms closed about her as he realised that the fire was glowing, rather than dancing and that her body was cooling off as she laid naked and barely conscious alongside him.

Alexia did not feel Brinn reach for the towel and run it gently over her body, cleansing her from the cold sweat of her climax and gently stroking between her legs and thighs, ensuring that no evidence of her newly taken maidenhood remained.
He smiled tenderly at the recognition of how freely she had given herself to him.
She had been shy and uncertain, but never truly held "herself" back from him.
What they had shared was so obviously beyond her expectations, nothing like what she had been led to believe sexual relations were like.
And what had he, Brinn, expected.
Had he expected "this"?

Hearing Alexia stir, her body curling up to retain the warmth, pulled Brinn out of his reverie.
Quickly he turned to throw another log on the dying fire, watching it catch flame, before deliberately throwing the towel he had used on Alexia into the flames.
It would not do to have evidence, which contradicted their claims.
She was his wife and as such had been taken by him before, many times over.

“many times over”

The girl was his now, he realised, should he want her.
His face was enigmatic. He kept his thoughts to himself.

Alexia moved towards Brinn’s body with a murmur as he picked her up and pulling back the covers laid her in the large soft bed. He turned to put out the lamp and looking back noted that she was moving restlessly.

”Shhh.. lass… “

He reassured her and slipped into large bed, laying beside her. their bodies not touching.
Immediately she rolled towards him and pressed her cool body against his.

Brinn wrapped his arms about her, warming her and soothing her.
He watched until she breathed easily and regularly and finally fell into a deep slumber himself …
 
She was plainly exhausted, and the tremors in his own legs and arms told him that his appetite might be larger than his ability to deliver. The soft bed and warm fire after time in the field and such delicious exercise lulled him to sleep, and her head on his shoulder and her sleepy breath on his skin was all the incentive he needed to slip into slumber himself.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia stirred and moaned softly in her sleep.
Unknown to her, the sunlight danced across her eyelids, but in her dream, the flames licked before her, creeping upwards consuming her house.

In her terror, she watched and imagined she saw her mother trapped inside, calling out to her. Someone was shaking her, pulling at her, urging her to flee, to run for her life, but Alexia was frozen, watching. Tears poured down her face, she was filled with horror but stood rooted to the spot, neither able to move forward to be of aid, or to retreat backwards and flee.

The pulling, tugging became more persistent.

"no... no.... oh .. God.. no... "

Were the only words she could utter.

"Alexia! For love of God.. wake up lass.. "

The voice and the shaking became more real.
The images of the house still danced before her eyes, but were no longer substantial, a mere memory.
Her eyes opened hesitantly, tears drenched her cheeks.
She blinked uncomprehendingly at Brinn beside her.
He gave her a gentle shake, one she did feel fully this time.

She looked at him dazed, her eyes til focused far off...
He was speaking, but she could not focus on his words.
She merely uttered his name and clung to him.

" ... Brinn.... "
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia stirred and moaned softly in her sleep.
Unknown to her, the sunlight danced across her eyelids, but in her dream, the flames licked before her, creeping upwards consuming her house.

In her terror, she watched and imagined she saw her mother trapped inside, calling out to her. Someone was shaking her, pulling at her, urging her to flee, to run for her life, but Alexia was frozen, watching. Tears poured down her face, she was filled with horror but stood rooted to the spot, neither able to move forward to be of aid, or to retreat backwards and flee.

The pulling, tugging became more persistent.

"no... no.... oh .. God.. no... "

Were the only words she could utter.

"Alexia! For love of God.. wake up lass.. "

The voice and the shaking became more real.
The images of the house still danced before her eyes, but were no longer substantial, a mere memory.
Her eyes opened hesitantly, tears drenched her cheeks.
She blinked uncomprehendingly at Brinn beside her.
He gave her a gentle shake, one she did feel fully this time.

She looked at him dazed, her eyes til focused far off...
He was speaking, but she could not focus on his words.
She merely uttered his name and clung to him.

" ... Brinn.... "
 
Her cries had set his heart pounding, his hand darting under the pillow for the knife he usualy kept there and closing on... ...nothing.

Startled and disorientated, he realised that the cries were coming from a still sleeping Alexia, so he gently shook her to back to waking. Her eyes were wild, unfocused, and he realised she was not entirely back yet, so he held her, soothed her and smoothed her hair away from her damp forehead.

She clung to him, shaking in her fear and confusion, and he kissed her, her wet cheeks tasting of salt. He babied her for a few more minutes, feeling her heart jumping in her ribcage, as it began to slow and the tension in her arms started to relax. He soothed her, making wordless sounds as he stroked her hair, her back and her cheek.

"God, Lass... You frightened me half to death!"
 
Alexia Kenton

His presence began to calm her.
Alexia struggled to shake the images that had taken hold of her mind, her imagination.

His arms reassured her. His hand was on her hair stroking.
His touch so calming on her skin, yet still she shook.

"God, Lass... You frightened me half to death!"

She heard him, knew she should apologise for disturbing him and yet she could not shake that terror, even yet.

"The fire, it's always the fire ... everything burned ... they wanted the place purified, but ... they came for me... wouldn't let me take a thing... that blade ... it just slid into him... "

She trembled.

"But maybe he wasn't dead then ... maybe he was alive and burned in the house ... "

She shook her head not knowing what was easier to accept, the idea that she had stabbed a man to death, or the idea that the fire had taken him and burned him alive.

She rested her head against Brinn's chest and let the tears flow silently.
She had contained her fears for so long.
The halting words were her first attempts at explaining to anyone other than herself just what had happened before she fled.

She took a shuddering breath and tried to steady herself.
She wiped childishly at the tears on her cheeks.

"I...I'm Ok.. I'll... be fine... I'm sorry ... I .. "

She tried to close her mind to it once more.
 
Brinn looked concerned - there were a few deaths that pricked at his conscience, but he was blessed with a remarkably pragmatic attitude to life and death, so the only bad dreams he had revolved around a few sticky moments, or the death of old friends. Still, he had seen this problem before, in others, and still wasn't sure how to deal with it - beyond lending comfort and a shoulder and a willing ear.

"It'll be okay, Alexia... I won't let anyone harm you..."
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia managed to get her composure.
Her naked body lay against Brinn's chest as he cradled her.

"I'll tell you about it sometime... "

She murmured...

"But not now... "

It was all too horrific, blown out of all proportion by the dream.
Brinn stroked her hair and made no comment.

"It'll be okay, Alexia... I won't let anyone harm you..."

She turned her face up to him then.
She smiled softly and reached up to touch his face tenderly.

"I know Brinn... you're so good to me.. "

She commented simply.

"Thank you ... "

She murmured and shivered sliding down beneath the sheets.
Following her lead, Brinn too slid back down into the bed.
They lay in the centre, her head on his chest, nestling in his arms.
Unconsciously she drew a leg across his body as she turned into him snuggling closer.
Her hands played lazily across his chest.
She gave a soft murmur of contentment.

Although her awakening had been far from ideal, she relaxed now, realising that this morning was different.
This morning she was his.
She glanced round the room seeing the cold bath and the discarded towels.

She felt her blood stirring at the memory of what they had shared and moaned softly feeling the ache of need running through her body with such a heat that it shocked her.
She blushed profusely and kept her face held against Brinn's body, wondering if it were normal to have such ... explicit thoughts are rather ... memories of the night before..
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia managed to get her composure.
Her naked body lay against Brinn's chest as he cradled her.

"I'll tell you about it sometime... "

She murmured...

"But not now... "

It was all too horrific, blown out of all proportion by the dream.
Brinn stroked her hair and made no comment.

"It'll be okay, Alexia... I won't let anyone harm you..."

She turned her face up to him then.
She smiled softly and reached up to touch his face tenderly.

"I know Brinn... you're so good to me.. "

She commented simply.

"Thank you ... "

She murmured and shivered sliding down beneath the sheets.
Following her lead, Brinn too slid back down into the bed.
They lay in the centre, her head on his chest, nestling in his arms.
Unconsciously she drew a leg across his body as she turned into him snuggling closer.
Her hands played lazily across his chest.
She gave a soft murmur of contentment.

Although her awakening had been far from ideal, she relaxed now, realising that this morning was different.
This morning she was his.
She glanced round the room seeing the cold bath and the discarded towels.

She felt her blood stirring at the memory of what they had shared and moaned softly feeling the ache of need running through her body with such a heat that it shocked her.
She blushed profusely and kept her face held against Brinn's body, wondering if it were normal to have such ... explicit thoughts are rather ... memories of the night before..
 
Brinn registered the smooth silk of her skin sliding over his leg, enjoying the feel as the hair on his own thigh was ruffled. Her knee was just shy of his stiffening manhood, and he wondered if she knew what effect she was having on him.

He was weighing up whether to let her know or not, when he heard what might have been a low moan from her. Was it because of the state of the room, remembrance of last night? Arousal or pain? He slid his hand under the covers and ran it up from the curve of her buttocks along the crease of her spine, deciding that it was important she know the effect she had on him.
 
Alexia Kenton

The feel of Brinn's hand moving smoothly over her buttocks made Alexia draw in her breath sharply.
His hand trailed lazily upwards towards her back, causing her body to rock in a responsive shiver.
She curled her knee higher and felt the hardness of his manhood nudge at her.

She raised her eyes to his then, the flush of arousal painting her cheek as she smiled shyly.
She ached for him. Wondered how it would feel if ...
But she had no words to explain seriously how she felt.

Her voice held a lightly self-mocking tone as she admitted to her arousal, curious as to how Brinn expected her to behave now that she had given her virginity to him.

"'Tis unseemly for wives to ... desire their husbands in the clear light of day? That role falls to mistresses and harlots does it not?"

The uncertainty of her voice made him consider her words rather than matching her banter. He opened his mouth to comment, but she continued, embarrassed, but determined to be open with him.

"In truth ... I know nothing of the reality of marriage, ... the ... relations of marriage ... what they ... should be ... I cannot reason what is right or wrong ... or proper ... "

She looked up at him, appealingly.

"As my husband, you will have to teach me what you expect, Brinn ... "

She whispered, not knowing what he wanted her to be now that she had willingly given up her virginity.
In truth, she feared that her aroused response to him made her more harlot than wife ...
 
Alexia Kenton

The feel of Brinn's hand moving smoothly over her buttocks made Alexia draw in her breath sharply.
His hand trailed lazily upwards towards her back, causing her body to rock in a responsive shiver.
She curled her knee higher and felt the hardness of his manhood nudge at her.

She raised her eyes to his then, the flush of arousal painting her cheek as she smiled shyly.
She ached for him. Wondered how it would feel if ...
But she had no words to explain seriously how she felt.

Her voice held a lightly self-mocking tone as she admitted to her arousal, curious as to how Brinn expected her to behave now that she had given her virginity to him.

"'Tis unseemly for wives to ... desire their husbands in the clear light of day? That role falls to mistresses and harlots does it not?"

The uncertainty of her voice made him consider her words rather than matching her banter. He opened his mouth to comment, but she continued, embarrassed, but determined to be open with him.

"In truth ... I know nothing of the reality of marriage, ... the ... relations of marriage ... what they ... should be ... I cannot reason what is right or wrong ... or proper ... "

She looked up at him, appealingly.

"As my husband, you will have to teach me what you expect, Brinn ... "

She whispered, not knowing what he wanted her to be now that she had willingly given up her virginity.
In truth, she feared that her aroused response to him made her more harlot than wife ...
 
Brinn smiled down at his "bride" as her body squirmed closer to his and a blush mantled her cheek.

"Perhaps in gossipy country villages, what you say is true. However I am a simple man, Alexia, and it seems to me that man and wife were meant to desire each other. After all, if a man can love his wife as a helpmeet and desire her as his mistress, isn't that just the more efficient?"

Her knee brushed against his swelling hardness, and Brinn found it still harder to focus on the seriousness of her question, so wracked with desire for her was he.

"I'm a simple man, Alexia. I want one woman, not a wife and a mistress. Many men are like me - only the rich marry for duty, dally for love and whore for their carnal instincts. The most skilled courtesan has nothing to offer me that I need now."
 
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