The knight´s bride (Closed)

"I am more than ready." His voice comes out as a whisper as her mouth linger against his neck. His hand wanders from her breast to her chin. He turns her head to face him and locks her eyes to his. He then adjusts his position between her thighs with his swollen cock probing her entrance.

With her eyes staring up at him and spreading her legs further he gently pushes his way in her. He takes it slowly entering her. His cockhead glides through her moist lips. He inhales deeply before he slowly pushes it further. The tightness of her sex forces a gasp from his lips as he feels her pussy squeeze around his shaft.

He start to move slowly in and out of her just to make her body to adjust to his. His eyes don´t leave hers as his shaft are massaged by her muscles. Lying on top of her he feels the hard knobs of her nipples pressing against his chest as he makes love to the woman of his desires. When he entered this keep not long ago he never thought this would happen to him, but he held no regrets at all.

He pushed as far as he could in her. The slick walls of her sex welcoming him with her tightness. The low growl from his lips told of his battle to keep control. The fear of hurting her was in the back of his mind as he kept the pace slow and steady.
 
Honor’s whimper was not one of pain or shock, but pure pleasure. She breathed deep the scent of her husband’s flesh as he lay over her, his sex slipping in and then out. Honor’s legs moved up and down his calf muscles then his thighs until she wrapped them tightly around his waist. She moved with him the tempo easy and smooth. When she felt her nipples rub against his chest, she moaned and pressed closer to him. Her eyes fluttered and she bit her lower lip.

“Alan,” she whimpered, wanting more, but not knowing how to ask. She was so unsure of what to tell him. Everything was new to her. She was feeling an exquisite pain that she never had experienced before, one that she knew there was pleasure behind, but she couldn’t reach it.

Her hips moved higher and she gasped when she felt the length of his cock scrap over the sides of her sex. “Ohhh...” she groaned as she shifted her weight and pulled him in deeper.

“Alan. . .please,” she begged and rocked her hips.

The scent of their joining reached her and she inhaled it. The aroma filled the room and she welcomed it. Everything was different. Every part of her was on fire and needed quenched. “I need. . .,” she hissed as she increased the tempo of their mating. Every thrust she made with her hips another shiver of desire swept over her.
 
Alan kept his eyes on her as he pushed deeper in her. Honor´s plea did not fall on deaf ears and the movement of her hips to meet his thrusts almost drove him insane. He was fighting a loosing battle to keeping it gentle and easy. He knew it. Alan was not a gentle lover. It was in his nature to take what he wan´t. The lovers of his past did not care. He gave them pleasure and took pleasure in return.

He tried to focus on Honors face to keep the little restraint he had left. Her whimpers and movement made that clearly impossible. Her legs around his waist made her follow every move he made. She even increased the pace as she met every thrust he made inside of her. Her sex squeased along his shaft and he inhaled deeply at the sensation.

Alan felt the blood rush through him as his control over himself vanished. He drove himself deeper in her forcefully with her legs wrapped around him to even get him deeper. The slow and steady mating was transformed to the lustfilled fast and hard mating of a man claiming his woman.

His mouth claimed hers in a demanding kiss as he thrusts deep in her sex. His mouth swallows her scream. He forcefully moves in her as his tongue is in her mouth, playing with hers. every whimper and moan she makes he swallows up.
 
Honor pushes her hips up and welcomes him in, encouraging him to move faster and when he does she digs her fingers into his back and feels his cock pulsating inside her. Her mouth is ripped from his and she slides her tongue over to his neck and then his ear. She pulls on the lobe, then suckles it. She trails her fingers down his spine and back up again. Soon she is clawing and fighting for breath. She devours him and wants only to be devoured.

“Alan. . .” she growls in her throat. Never had she felt such passion in her last husband. Never had she experienced such passion in herself either. It seemed to swell inside her and attempt to break free with every thrust they made.

She felt the tip of his cock slide in and out of her. She tightened her hold and felt his sex scrap against her and bring another series of ripples from deep within her soul.

“Ohhh... Alan... I,” she muttered. Honor would normally be full of words to describe how she was feeling, but these feelings were so knew she had no words. She prayed none were needed. Another series of impalements and Honor was clutching him to her again and screaming out his name as she showered him with her climax.

“ALAN!” her voice filled the room, echoed off the walls and she knew without a doubt someone had heard her, but her proper English-self did not care as she was lifted and carried to a mountaintop and back down again.
 
As he hears her voice call out his name in passion Alan groans with pleasure. He keeps on pounding her hard when he feels the warmness of her fluids cover him. Lost in his own lust he don´t give her time to recover and pushes himself deep into her. He lowers his mouth to her breast and takes her nipple in his mouth.

His teeths scrapes her sensitive knob as he moves fast and forcefully between her thighs. He feels his own climax close as his cock is massaged by her muscle retractions. The tension in his cock intensifies as he shoves himself deep in her.

With a deep growl he empties his seed in her sex. Alan keeps on thrusting in her until his cock gets slacker and then his body lays quiet on top of her, with his manhood still in her. His breathing is shallow as he wipes some of her hair away from her eyes with his hand.

With a pleased laugh he looks down into her eyes. "Don´t ever say that you aren´t desirable to me again."
 
Honor trembles as he releases his seed deep inside her and her body arched up to welcome the remaining thrusts of his sex. When he moved over her, caressed her face and slipped her moist locks from her features her eyes looked upon him as she’d never viewed another before. Her heart stopped for a moment as she saw the reflection of how she felt buried in his eyes.

She desired him as well. She could easily see herself falling in love with him, but she would not force that he love her. It was important and it would make what they did together more sweeter, though she wasn’t sure how it could be more wonderful then it had been, but something told her that it could.

Her fingers skated down his back and his words finally registered. “I will not say it again. . .unless,” she grinned sheepishly.

“Unless I am old and wrinkled or fat with child,” she giggled. She bit on her lip as she thought of her last statement.

Honor slid her fingers over his shoulders. “Do you desire children Alan? I would be honored to have them. I do so wish to. . .”

She felt herself blush at the thought of carrying his child, but something else stirred inside her. A roll of pleasure caressed her skin and she shivered with the idea that even now a small one could be growing inside her womb.
 
Her words about children produces a smile to his lips. All had gone so very fast. Just a few hours back Alan had been free. Now he had a wife and responsibilities. Responsibilities to another than his liege. He never thought he would marry, never desired to. The thought of a child had never even entered his mind. After this union with Honor there was a clear possibility that his seed would grow inside of her. The thought of being a father started to grow on him. If she was with child he promised himself to be a better father to it than his own father was to him.

He eased his weight from her and lay down beside her. His eyes didn´t leave hers. "It would be my honor and pleasure to have a child with you Honor." The more he thought of it the more he liked the idea.

He draws her body close to him and kisses her softly on her lips. "I never thought of me as a father, but then i never believed i would marry as well."

He grins to her and says in a serious voice. "We will have fun to try and get you pregnant."

He was shocked to find himself hard again. That had never happened to him before. Not so soon. Honor must be sore right now. She had been so tight and had not been used of being taken so roughly. He saw her noticing his hardness and says with a grin to her. "Sorry, he have a mind of his own."
 
Honor felt the renewed presence of his sex nestled against her. At first it did not register that he was becoming aroused as she listened to him speak of children. He would give her children. She was thrilled with the idea of having babes to coddle and adore. Babes as handsome as their father would be a wonderful gift.

She was drawn back to the extent of his arousal when it grew more noticeable and continued to jerk against her. Her eyes grew wide in her face when he apologized for his aroused state. She blinked and looked down at his sex, her fingers slipping timidly to touch the head.

“It works twice?” she asked. Her eyes went back to Alan’s.

She blushed when she could tell he was trying hard not to laugh at her. “I’m sorry. I just thought it happened once. Tavish. . .” she stopped. It just seemed wrong to speak ill of her dead husband on this her wedding night, but she had to tell him. He needed to know everything.

“Alan. . .I am ignorant. I’m sorry. Tavish and I were not intimate very often and then he only found release once and then I was sent to my bed. . . are you sure it can happen twice.”

She licked her lips, a sign of both her nervousness, but also a sign that she was wanting more of what they’d just done.
 
Alan manages to not laugh at her perplexed expression and her question. When she explains Tavish´s behavior in bed he feels the slightest sympathy with the man that had been his best friend. It seems he had neglected Honor in the gravest way and Alan could not figure out the reason for that. He could not believe Tavish was with other women. He had never seen it happen at least. To him Tavish had always acted as the loving husband but Honor´s words planted the seed of doubt in his mind.

Her fingers touching the head of his sex was very gentle but the result was that his arousal was showing even more clearly as it grew larger. He looks at Honor with lust in his eyes. "It works as many times i can get it up. There are no rules that says it works only once." He smiles to her. "The more i hear of Tavish behavior in bed. The more i think of him as an idiot." He smiles wider to take the edge of the words.

He looks at her with his desire for her clearly visible in his eyes. "I am yours to do with as you wish." He lies there, waiting for her reaction and to see if she is brave enough to take him up on the challenge he just presented her with.
 
Honor was taken back by his allowance that he’d given her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Tavish had just left, or told her to go. He’d never told her to do something. She was just there for him. Her fingers continued to trail over his swollen sex and she found herself more drawn to its color, length, and shape. Her fingers moved timidly at first, but grew bolder with every second that passed her by.

Her sex too became more aroused. The caress she lavished slowly upon his flesh seemed to cause him to jerk toward her. Her breathing became more ragged and her pussy began a steady and very noticeable ache deep inside her. “I’m not sure what to do, but. .” she blushed and quietly told him her desire.

“I did not know it worked more then once. But I should not be so shocked, though I am.”

A giggle escaped her and she knew what she wanted to do. “May I,” she stared down at his hard sex and bit her lower lip. She enjoyed how he felt when he’d been on her, she wondered how different it was if they changed positions.

Her eyes went to his and she slowly moved over him. Her knees rested on either side of his hips and she pressed her sex against the length of his cock. She moaned when the head rubbed against her clit and she moved her hips more, rocking against him. The moisture of her arousal was clearly evident as she slipped over his rock, hard sex and was soon muttering her desires.

“Alan... I want to feel you inside me again,” she hissed.

She lowered her mouth to his ear and nipped at his ear. “Please... help me. Show me what to do. It feels like there is more. . .so much more for me to learn.
 
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