WatchingCloud
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Breck Farm
County of Warrick
Barony of Parse
Mid morning:
Walton cringed himself at the expression of pain that crossed Camilla's face. He knew it was passing, though, and she would get used to the feel of a man inside her. When she didn't protest, he continued, slow and gentle as he could, working deeper.
Eventually, the tension in her body subsided. Her face relaxed and she smiled up at him, blinking back tears. "Am I a woman yet?"
Walton was a little taken aback, but smiled and kissed her. "Dear, you were already a woman. Now, well, you've just stepped through the door to a larger world."
He continued with a slow, steady pace, letting her become accustomed to the experience. He kissed her on the lips, the neck, her forehead. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts. He made love to the woman who would soon be his wife. It seemed improbable, impossible even, yet he was less bothered by the circumstances. Camilla pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around him.
The pain in Walton's side had worsened, clearly his wound wasn't ready for the abdominal stresses involved. Rather than ask her to take a top position, though, he pushed through and sought to hurry things up a bit. He sought an angle she best responded to and then began thrusting harder and faster. Her rickety bed protested but held together, right up through his climax deep inside.
He held himself in place for a moment longer, then collapsed atop the girl when he nearly passed out. Her pleasure quickly turned to concern and she had to help get him off her. Walton struggled to see, his vision fading. Her expression concerned him greatly, though.
When his head stopped spinning, he looked down and found his wound a mess. The bandages had been soaked through, complementing lines of scratches down his side from Camilla's grip. When she pulled the bandages back to check, he saw the skin of half his torso an angry, blotchy purple. What had happened?
"Cami, dear?" Camilla's mother called from somewhere just outside the house. "Where are you? Are you inside? I forgot to ask you something."
Walton saw the horror in Camilla's eyes.
"Go," he said. "I'll be fine. Just need to wrap this back up."
He knew he was lying. This didn't feel right at all.
County of Warrick
Barony of Parse
Mid morning:
Walton cringed himself at the expression of pain that crossed Camilla's face. He knew it was passing, though, and she would get used to the feel of a man inside her. When she didn't protest, he continued, slow and gentle as he could, working deeper.
Eventually, the tension in her body subsided. Her face relaxed and she smiled up at him, blinking back tears. "Am I a woman yet?"
Walton was a little taken aback, but smiled and kissed her. "Dear, you were already a woman. Now, well, you've just stepped through the door to a larger world."
He continued with a slow, steady pace, letting her become accustomed to the experience. He kissed her on the lips, the neck, her forehead. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts. He made love to the woman who would soon be his wife. It seemed improbable, impossible even, yet he was less bothered by the circumstances. Camilla pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around him.
The pain in Walton's side had worsened, clearly his wound wasn't ready for the abdominal stresses involved. Rather than ask her to take a top position, though, he pushed through and sought to hurry things up a bit. He sought an angle she best responded to and then began thrusting harder and faster. Her rickety bed protested but held together, right up through his climax deep inside.
He held himself in place for a moment longer, then collapsed atop the girl when he nearly passed out. Her pleasure quickly turned to concern and she had to help get him off her. Walton struggled to see, his vision fading. Her expression concerned him greatly, though.
When his head stopped spinning, he looked down and found his wound a mess. The bandages had been soaked through, complementing lines of scratches down his side from Camilla's grip. When she pulled the bandages back to check, he saw the skin of half his torso an angry, blotchy purple. What had happened?
"Cami, dear?" Camilla's mother called from somewhere just outside the house. "Where are you? Are you inside? I forgot to ask you something."
Walton saw the horror in Camilla's eyes.
"Go," he said. "I'll be fine. Just need to wrap this back up."
He knew he was lying. This didn't feel right at all.