Loving Submission

The talk among the women was of a much more personal nature.

"Does he treat you well, my sweet?" Her mother asked over her tea cup. Her sisters in law giggled.

"He is very good to me, mother. And I hope he will come to love me. I am learning to be a good wife to him." Ava kept her head high, her husband had told her that she should always be proud to be his wife and never be ashamed of what they did together.

Her eldest sister in law looked at her and whispered, "We heard about your last trip home, you couldn't even get out of the carriage."

Ava took another sip of her tea.

"Like I said, I am learning to be a good wife to him."
 
Theodore Charles and Oswald talked for an hour privately discussing further details of the coming engagements. Oswald desired to push the battles further north and west.

Theodore Charles agreed the plan solid and after the honeymoon rune would lead his men to battle.
 
Ava excused herself from the ladies and found Theodore Charles and her Uncle Oswald. They were no longer meeting but making small talk.

Ava entered the room, smiling sweetly.

"Uncle, may I steal my husband? I would like to show him around my childhood home and show him the estate."

Oswald reached out and caressed Ava's face.

"Of course, sweet girl. Enjoy the fresh air and the sunshine." Ava did not notice it, because he was just her dear uncle. But Oswald's face was full of desire as he looked at his niece. He was actually jealous that his rival Theodore Charles got to bed and wed his lovely niece. However, it just couldn't be helped.
 
Theodore Charles almost discounted the caress Oswald gave his niece until he saw the look on the older man's face. It was barely constrained lust and adoration. Oswald would not be the first man to desire his niece but he might be the first one to do so and marry her off to a rival family member.

For unity.

It was a sobering look at the man's motivation. It also spelled fanger. Now that she had been married once there would be less resistance for him to claim her himself if Theodore Charles were to die.

Living became a priority.

He took his wife's hand, "Where are we going?"
 
Ava clasped his hand in hers. She lead him outside. The air was still a little cold, but the sky was clear and the sun was shining.

"I want to show you the atrium in the garden. It is lovely and no one goes there this time of year. I thought we might spend a few moments alone. I am craving you."

She almost dragged him across the well landscaped lawn.

"This was my favorite hiding place as a child. My brother's always forgot it because they never had to have tea out here or embroider out here."

She led him into the little summer house. It had many windows and just a few delicate ladies chairs inside along with some delicate plants that were being kept out of the weather.

She closed the door and then lifted her skirts.

"Please?" She whispered, her face full of desire.
 
Theodore Charles would have laughed at his wife if her face weren't so earnest, and her voice so pleading. He certainly was going to fuck her, and hard. Maybe hard enough that her incestuous uncle would hear them.

"Oh?" he asked. "Does my little slut of a wife need her husband's cock in her?"

She made a mewling noise and he looked at her, his face set firmly, "Beg me."
 
Ava dropped her skirt and got on her knees.

"Please husband. Please." She whispered. She nuzzled her face against the front of his breeches. She smiled when she felt his hardness.

"I need you husband. I need you inside of me. Please...." She began to unlace his breeches and looked up at him for his approval.
 
Theodore Charles looked down at his wife on her hands and knees begging for him and he was instantly hard. As she rubbed her face along his length he decided, that yeah, that was enough and he was going to take her there.

She began unlacing his breeches and he nodded encouraging her to finish unlacing them and freeing his cock from it's confined space. Her mouth found the shaft and she began licking and suckling along it's length until she got to the head, which was ready for attention.

Before she could swallow it though he pulled her up and pressed her against the window of the atrium while pulling her skirts up. His hands spread her ass cheeks and he maneuvered himself into position. Aiming carefully, he nestled the head against her tight pussy, then rammed it home in one hard thrust.
 
Ava was caught by surprise with his thrust. Her head thrown back and mouth open, a soft cry bouncing around the summer house. His cock rammed against her cervix. Her fingers clung to his shirt, her hands making little fists.

"Yes, that is just what I needed." She whispered as she hid her face against his throat.

His cock pounded into her and she was almost afraid that he would push her through the glass, but she knew he wouldn't let any harm come to her.

"I am yours, my love. All yours." She whispered.
 
"Yes, you are," Theodore Charles growled into his petite wife's ear. He had one hand twined in her hair craning her head back hard and farther than normal. His mouth latched onto her neck, kissing licking, nibbling, sucking, and biting her delicate flesh.

Her moans quickly filled the small solar as did the fleshy slap of his body against hers. Her pussy was a veritable fountain, quim splashing out onto Theodore Charles' clothed thighs. There would be no hiding Ava's scent now, he was literally bathing in it.

He caught a glance at movement through the glass and couldn't immediately tell who was watching. Face and tits pressed against the thick pane of glass gave whoever it was a good view of the effects Theodore Charles' cock had on Ava, even if they couldn't see the particulars.
 
Ava had no more words. Just response. Just desire and arousal.

She was powerless to stop him, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. She wanted his rough hands on her skin, possessing her, owning her.

Theodore Charles made her feel things she didn't feel possible. She felt mindless. She felt wanton and feral. He made her feel as if she could never get enough.

"More, please...hard." She whispered.

Ava was too far gone to see that a man was standing on the lawn watching from a few feet away. For her, there was only her husband.
 
Theodore Charles hammered away at his young wife's pussy. He was clearly trying to drive it completely through her body so that it stuck out the other side. He moved his left hand up her torso until he got to her neck. There he wrapped his hand around her neck and closed the grip, restricting her air flow.

"We are being watched," he whispered into Ava's ear. "I think your Uncle is out there."
 
"Should.... we.... stop?" She gasped, his hand on her throat making it hard for her to talk. She liked his strong hands on her throat. It was frightening and exciting all at once.

She tried to focus her vision enough to see if her uncle was really outside. She could see a man but she wasn't sure whom.

"Master...." The words came to her lips again. His hand squeezed her throat and she felt herself gush all over his cock again. Her orgasm shook her body with such force that she felt as if she were going to break the window.
 
"Holy shit," he thought to himself. "What a slut. Getting off on her uncle watching her rut like an animal."

When her orgasm roared through her body and her ejaculate sprayed him, Theodore Charles smiled a feral, like an alpha wolf that had just claimed the must lush she bitch in the pack.

He pulled her away from the window an d bent her over, ordering, "Grab your ankles."

When she complied, Theodore Charles grabbed her hips, spreading her ass cheeks wide with his thumbs. His stroke was slow on the way out, but fired in much like those new firearms that were becoming popular in war. The sounds of his body crashing into hers filled the small building.

Over and over, harder and harder he fucked his wife until his balls could resist no more. Then with one last hard thrust he blew inside her.
 
His thrusts pounded into her with such force that she felt as if he might lift her fight off of the floor. And then it came, his hot seed inside of her. She loved the feel of that. She loved the feel of him possessing her. His hands biting into her hips.

When he let go of her, she settled to her knees. She was shivering and found herself very overwhelmed.

"I am not sure what came over me. Husband, will you hold me please? I am not sure why I am so very wicked." Her voice was small and soft.
 
"Wicked?" He asked as he lift her up and into his lap as he sat on a chair. "How is this wicked? Whatever you need to do to please me, is very appropriate, wife."

He caressed her back and pulled her head down to his shoulder. "That said, anything you do that doesn't please me is wicked."
 
She nestled into him, feeling his strong voice rumble in his throat. Then she sat up wide eyed.

"Did i do anything to displease you? I didn't mean to. I just wanted you so badly." She could still feel his hot seed sliding out of her onto her thighs.
 
He shook his head, " No you have been very pleasing thus far."

He played with her body as they sat, "Though I dare say I am covered by your juices and now mine as well. I think we should leave. Perhaps we can come back for dinner."
 
Ava nodded.

"We can go to the stables and collect our carriage and driver. Then go home to clean up?" Her voice was filled with affection.

Ava tried to get up but she was unsteady on her feet.
"Do you really think my Uncle was watching?" Her forehead was crinkled with concern. More than anything she just didn't want a lecture from her mother if he told in them. And she was perplexed by why he would stand there and watch.
 
"I am positive someone did. I am speculating that it was your incle."

He kissed her possessively and and said, "Go give them out condolences and I will meet you at the carriage in ten minutes. Don't be late."
 
Ava did her best to smooth her dress and her hair and rushed up to the house. She came through the kitchens to tell her mother that they would be going home to freshen up. The staff greeted her and then she almost skipped to the salon to find her mother.

Before she could call out to her mother, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the study.

"Ava, where are you going in such a hurry?" It was her Uncle's Oswald. "Ava, you are flushed and your hair is a mess. You look as if someone has ravaged you in the garden."

Ava stammered, "I need to go meet my husband in the stables. He will be looking for me."

He pushed her against the wall. His hand splayed across her stomach.

"Is your husband mistreating you, Ava?" He asked, kissing her forehead and nuzzling her cheek. Ava tried to get away from him but he was too strong.
 
Theodore Charles waited quite some time, certainly more than the ten minutes he had given his wife to come back to him. Shrugging he got out of the carriage and headed in through the front door.

He didn't see her immediately so he headed to where the women were earlier and stepped in, knowing he was quite the sight with his stained clothes. It didn't take an alchemist to know why he was in such a state. He looked in and saw that Ava was not inside then began searching for her.

It took a few minutes and when he found her, Oswald had her pinned to a wall his hand fumbling at her breasts. He stood a moment watching then cleared his throat. "At least wait until I am dead Oswald. Why pile up the sins before then?"

The older man backed up a step and glared at Theodore Charles. "You are part of the family now, Theodore Charles, and I will take what I wish."

Theodore Charles smirked and said, "If it belongs to me, then the only way you will get it is over my cold body."

Oswald's eyes flashed dangerously and said, "If that is the way you want it, Theodore Charles."

Theodore looked at his wife and held out his hand to her. "No, I prefer that we get along, but I will not allow you to rape my wife."

The two men stood and stared at each other, neither willing to give in to the other. A servant came in and squeaked before leaving and Oswald looked after her. Taking the opportunity, Theodore Charles turned and said, "Come wife."
 
Ava had tried to get away from her uncle and she was horrified by the things he was whispering to her. His hands took liberties as he told her that now that was a married woman and no longer a virgin, that she could take a lover. If he got her pregnant it would still be a family heir.

Ava begged him to let her go, telling him that her husband was expecting her. That they were going to go home to freshen up before dinner. He just laughed.

"Yes, I saw your husband using you in the summer house. I had to find one of the maids to slake my hunger after seeing you that way, Ava. It was just as I imagined you to be, so wanton and sexual, like a little beast."

Ava tried to get away and he pressed her against the wall a little harder this time. But to her relief Theodore was there and he confronted Oswald and offered her his hand.

Ava scrambled out from under Oswald's hands and stumbled into her husband's arms.

She was flushed and teary, she was shaking. She flattened herself to her husband's strong chest.

"Take me home please." She didn't look back at her Uncle. She buried her face against him.
 
Theodore Charles said nothing for a few minutes then asked, "Are you okay, wife?"

She nodded still sniffling and he pulled her over. "There is a down side sometimes to being as beautiful as you. On the upside your husband wants to fuck you often."

He pulled her over to him and asked, "Has he ever done something like that before?"
 
Ava shook her head.

"He didn't hurt me. I am alright. I was just scared. I told him you were coming." Her voice was trembling but was getting stronger.

Ava thought back to her Uncle's behavior.

"No, he hasn't ever grabbed me like that before. However, he has always told me that I was a pretty girl and he has been very vocal about my remaining chaste until marriage but I figured it was just because he is the head of the family. I thought he was concerned about my marriage prospects."
 
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