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A Maiden's Tale (Part Four) The sun was already in the sky when she woke, her body sore and aching from the ordeals of the past 24 hours. For a moment she had forgotten he had left her wrists bound in front of her, loose enough to allow her to sleep in comfort but still tight enough to ensure she could not easily escape them. She pulled herself up into a sitting position, her blanket falling to expose the fullness of her tender breasts. The lodge was empty, the fire dwindled to a few glowing embers. He was nowhere to be seen though his mail and armour were on the bench where he had left them the previous night. Her torn gown remained on the floor. She pulled the blanket up around her shoulders and staggered out of the bed, the feel of his rough hands still on her body. Slowly, the ache in her muscles began to ease and she found that she began to move more easily despite the binding at her wrists. She washed herself in a bucket of cold water and nursed the fire back to life. There was no bolt on the door of the lodge and so she opened it to peer outside. Nothing moved saved the birds in the trees, the air alive with their song. The lodge was set in a clearing, surrounded by oak, ash, beech and elm. A heavy axe was half buried in a chopping block alongside a sizeable pile of logs. She glanced from the gleaming blade to the straps around her wrists, but then turned and went backside. The remainder of the stew began to bubble in the cooking pot. She ate by the warmth of the fire. She sat staring into the flames and listening to the birdsong drifting through the open door long after her bowl was empty. She tried to recall the events that had brought her to this point, but her thoughts kept returning to the knight, her saviour and her captor, and his hands and lips on her body. She wondered if she should cut the cords at her wrists and run; she wondered if this was all part of the tests he would set her, but always the memories of his touch sent shivers dancing down her spine and she sensed the growing heat between her legs. “Did you sleep well, maid?” His voice from the doorway roused her from her dream. She felt herself grow wet. “Yes, Lord Knight,” she stammered, refusing to look at him as a rush of shame reddened her cheeks, an ache of longing growing in her cunt. He closed in behind her and stroked her hair and neck. Tremors danced across her skin and she gave a murmured sigh. He eased the blanket off her shoulders and caressed her flesh before taking hold of her arms and raising her still bound hands above her head. The blanket slipped away, falling to her waist and exposing the rise and fall of her naked tits as she fought to catch her breath, her nipples swollen hard. She let her elbows flex and bend under his direction as he drew her against the hard back of the bench, guiding her hands behind her head where he bound them tight to the timber frame. He pressed in close and softly stroked her face, her cheeks, her lips, with the fingers he had pushed inside her. She could still smell the trace of herself on him. Though her wrists were bound in place she could still move and twist her hands and she groaned and whimpered as she found his swelling cock through his trousers. He gave her his fingers to suck one by one. In time, he stepped away and though it was just a moment, it left her wanting. And then he was in front of her, gazing down on her, drinking in the rise and fall of her ripe, round breasts. She saw the fire of lust and hunger in his eyes, could see the outline of his hardening cock take form in his trousers. She knew that he would have her and it made her want him all the more. He pulled up a rough-carved stool and sat down in front of her, her closed knees pinned together between his thighs, strong and powerful from hours spent in the saddle. Her breaths came hard and fast as he pulled open the blanket, removing the last covering of her modesty and exposing her completely to his gaze. He smiled as he slipped a hand under each of her thighs, then lifted and spread her legs over his own so that his knees now pinned her open. He stared down at her helpless cunt and she knew he could see the wetness glistening on her swollen lips. She closed her eyes, unable to look at him as her face flushed hot with shame and wanton desire. He edged his stool closer, the pressure of his knees forcing her legs wider, opening her further. She moaned as she felt her juices flow, dribbling warm and sticky on her skin and down between the cheeks of her arse. She sensed that she might cum at any moment and her body spasmed at his touch as his thumb brushed across her tender nipple. His hands caressed her tits, tracing the curves and contours of her soft flesh, fondling and exploring. His thumbs worked her nipples, around and over them, delighting and tormenting her. Her body writhed at his touch. She groaned and begged for anything and nothing. She felt the tremors building deep within and knew. “Please, my Lord. God, please,” she whispered. “Are you a witch, girl?” The first words since he had greeted her from the door. Her body rocked and trembled, the bindings on her wrists dug into her flesh. Beads of sweat snaked down her back, dripped off her face and raced liked raindrops between her heaving breasts. “No, Lord, no. I swear it. No.” His touch turned rough and more demanding on her tits, his fingers harsh and unforgiving on her aching nipples. “Please, my Lord, I beg you,” she tried to say, but her words were lost in grunts and groans and a cry of naked lust as the waves rose hard and fast to flood her from within. She rocked and bucked against her shackles under his rugged, unrelenting touch towards the pinnacle of orgasm. Her musky juices pooled on the bench beneath her. The air was thick with the scent of her. Her skin bristled with sensation as wave after wave of raw rapture swept over and consumed her. It was only when the swell and rush within her began to subside that she felt his fingers stroke the inside of her thighs and slide on through her wetness towards her throbbing cunt. |
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Very nice writing, I am on to read part five... If You intended on arousing women, You have succeeded.
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