Loving Submission

Ava chewed her lip as she worried about providing an heir for her husband. She knew she had no control over it, but he had made it very clear that he wanted... no demanded it of her. His former wife had died birthing his son, and his children were likely to be big as he seemed almost like a giant beside her.

She curled up a little more tightly against him.

"What is your home like? Do you live close to your family? Will I know anyone there?" She hoped that she could please him in other ways, while they waited to see if she would bear him sons.
 
My home is not too unlike this one," Theodore Charles replied. "It sits a top a hill and can see for a couple miles. A village below."

His hand trailed down her back towards her ass. "Most of the family lives in Heidelberg so you won't see much of them. I prefer seclusion and peace."

"Besides, they meddle."
 
She murmurred softly as his warm hand touched her ass.

"I am sure your family means well. Perhaps, they are only trying to help."

She smiled at him, wondering what their life would be like. Surely, it wouldn't always be one tumble after the next.
 
Theodore Charles grunted in assent, "I am sure they mean well. In part that is why I am here."

He sat up and scooted back to lean against the headboard of the bed. Once settled in place he waited until Ava repositioned herself.

"There were others that might have made a more suitable husband for you wife, younger, less directly related, or whatever. It was decided that I would be the one whether that decision was made by those in Heidelberg or here I do not know."

He caressed the small of her back a moment then concluded, "So here I am wife. We will work at making a marriage as comfortable as possible for both of us."
 
Ava nestled in against him. She sighed contentedly as he rubbed her skin. She almost purred as his strong hands brushed over her skin. She snuggled in tighter.

"I am glad they chose you." She offered in a soft voice. She pressed a kiss to the warm skin of his chest.
 
He grunted as she kissed his chest and he felt a tingle course from there to his crotch. Grabbing the back of her head he guided her mouth to his nipple and whispered, "There. The time for war is coming, enjoy the time to make sins while it lasts."
 
"But what happens between a husband and wife is not sin." Ava teased as her tongue toyed with his nipple. Her fingers played on the smooth warm skin of his belly and chest. She fingered a small scar on his side.

"Where did you get this scar?" She asked softly, her fingers sliding lower and lower down his belly.
 
He knew the scare that Ava was talking about. It had been a grievous injury that had nearly taken his life. "I received that in a battle not too far from Aachen. A French mercenary stabbed me while I was engaged in a sword fight with someone else. "

As her hand reached his public mound he sighed a little. "It took a little more than a year to recover from it. I nearly died."

He trailed his left hand down Ava's back until he could cup an ass cheek in his large hand. He squeezed it firmly his fingers wrapping into the crevasse.

"This time, wife, you will start on top."
 
Ava kissed his scar as he told her the tale.

She straddled his hips playfully.

"Like this husband?" She teased as she wiggled on top of him. She continued to kiss and like at the warm skin of his chest and shoulders. She scraped her teeth lightly against his jaw.

"I am glad you survived, my love."

She lightly scraped her fingernails up his sides.
 
Theodore Charles watched Ava as she rode him. Her lithe body flowing like waves against a shore. Her smallish breasts jiggled up and down with each rotation of her hips.

He placed a hand across her pelvis and let his thumb press down on her clit. "Harder," he ordered her. "Fuck yourself on me as hard and fast as you can."
 
Ava cried out softly when his thumb found her clit. She shuddered and gasped as he toyed with her.

She rocked herself up and down, harder, grinding against him. The muscles in her sculpted legs working her up and down. She placed her hands on his chest and used him for leverage.
 
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Theodore Charles watched his wife fuck herself on his cock and he smiled at her before reaching up and slapped her tit softly. He heard her gasp and he slapped it again, harder. "Faster, wife. Fuck faster. Fuck harder."

His hand continued slapping her tit turning it bright pink before her turned his attention to the other one.
 
She whimpered as he batted at her breast, just when she thought she might have to ask for mercy, he switched to the other one.

His cock pounded against her, so very deep, banging into her cervix. She was breathless and shaking, her arousal tangled with pain and that only seemed to make it more intense.

She cried out sharply as she climaxed on his cock, as his hand smacked into her breast.
 
Theodore Charles watched as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure wracked his wife's body. As she slumped over in the after shocks he rolled her over onto her back.

He raised above her and looked down at Ava, waiting as he kept his cock just barely inside her tightness. As her eyes focused on him, Theodore Charles rammed his cock into her filling her in an instant.

He fucked her hard, battering at her as if she were a gate to a city.
 
Ava was lost in pleasure when her husband rolled her on her back. Then he was plowing her with such force that she thought he might break her. She placed her hands on his chest, caressing him.

"I am yours. I am yours. " she whispered. "I love you, husband."
 
Theodore Charles growled, "Yes wife, you are indeed mine."

He grabbed her ankles and pressed her legs up and back toward her shoulders. Splayed open as she was, Theodore Charles could feel each millimeter of her clutching at him.

As his balls began to reach their breaking point he picked up speed and hammered at her faster and faster until her began to cum. As he did he thrust one final time with all his might shoving his cock as far into her as possible and held still until not one more drop would come out of him.
 
Ava's thighs trembled as he held her in place, pouring his seed into her. She didn't move. She wanted his seed to take root. She closed her eyes and prayed for healthy sons.

She sighed softly and then stretched when he released her.
 
Theodore Charles rolled of his wife and laid next to her. She snuggled up against him and in moments he fell asleep.

He woke early the next morning before the sun, his wife, or most of the house. He speed the fire in the fire place and turned to watch his wife as she slept. He decided he needed to bath and left the room to wake the necessary people up to prepare his bath.

After he returned to the room he waited for the water and she'd what little clothes he had on.
 
Ava slept soundly. Her body exhausted from so many days of pleasure and pain. She awakened when she heard footsteps in the bedroom. There were men carrying in a large cask and then more men carrying in buckets of steaming water. Ava knew better than to cover herself. She sat up on the bed and watched the men prepare a bath for her love.

She watched her husband with a small smile as she watched him lower his body into the hot water.
 
He eased into the water, almost hopping out as his balls were almost boiled by the heat of the water. As he settled back, "Come here wife, and wash me," he ordered.

His eyes watched her lithe body as she came forward, tits swaying with each step. He imagined what they would look like heavy with milk, and his mouth flooded as he salivated at the thought.

As she arrived, "Do not miss a single part of me, wife."
 
Ava stepped into the hot water and slid in behind him. She took the soap and lathered the cloth, she pressed her body to his warm back and began to wash him.

She ran the soapy cloth over his shoulders and back.

"I won't miss anything husband. I can be very thorough about my chores." She offered playfully.
 
Theodore Charles leaned forward allowing Ava to slide in behind him and wondered idly how she planned to wash his legs from where she was. As she began washing his back he leaned forward farther.

He drifted off to a state somewhere between dreaming and awake as she scrubbed lightly on his back.
 
She kissed his back and his shoulders, brushing her breasts against his slick skin.

And then she ducked under his arm and slipped around him, sloshing a little of the water on the stone floor. She nestled in his lap and straddled his hips, wrapping her legs around him.

She washed his chest and his neck. She lathered his hair and soaped his whiskers.
 
Theodore Charles rearranged himself as his wife settled onto his lap. Her nakedness rubbing him gently as she washed him. The feel of her nipples rubbing against him as they hardened elicited a similar response from his loins and he grew gradually harder.

As Ava finished his torso and turned around to wash his legs he grabbed his cock and aimed it carefully into her pussy as she settled back into place. He moaned slightly as she writhed slightly at the sensation and he reached around to tug on her nipples
 
Ava moaned softly as she slid down on his cock. She tossed her hair back as he arched into her. His fingers toyed, twisted and tugged on her nipples. Her skin was slick with the soap and water. She worked her body up and down, her hips and backside wriggling up and down.

There was a knock at the door.

"More hot water, my Lord?" A booming voice asked from the other side of the door.
 
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