Crimson and Steel (5 page)

Chapter Five

Asmin slowly emerged from her respite. Long lashes fluttering, she stirred to sit up on one elbow. As she moved she let out a little groan. She was sore all over. Moving her hands over her flesh under the furs, she found little nicks and bruises from her flight through the wilderness. Even her face bore scratches from briars. A bit of light pierced the skin flap and illuminated the meager cave. Ulf had left her one of Papios’s caftans folded neatly in a square. He must have found it in the saddlebags, she reasoned. Lying on top was a comb, a vial of jasmine perfume, and a phial of kohl with an applicator used as a stopper. These too would have been among the supplies carried by the now-demised slave wrangler, brought out whenever they reached a new city to assure that the girls were beautifully made up. Odd that Ulf would know them, brute that he was, she surmised. There was much more to this barbarian stranger, and she was meant to know it. Asmin smirked at this and rose to her knees, gathering the materials.

Ulf sat at the fire pit stirring the coals with an iron poker as the gloaming waxed into night. A cone-shaped iron cauldron was suspended over the fire on a tripod, and its contents slowly simmered. The scent of rabbit, carrots, and rosemary met Asmin’s senses as she emerged from the cave.

Ulf stood and turned to face his guest when he heard the hide flap rustle. The girl had declined to don the caftan. She had, however, applied the perfume and cosmetics and combed out her luxurious hair. She sauntered up to her host, rolling her hips as she trod, and placed her smooth palms on his sun-bronzed chest.

“I would begin to pay my debt now.” She purred as she looked into his dazzling green eyes and gently raked her fingernails down his chest, being sure to drag them across his nipples. Her hands continued down his chiseled belly until she reached the band of his breechclout. She looked to his face and sucked on her lower lip like a little girl asking permission as she looped her thumbs in the waistband.

Ulf growled and tangled the fingers of his left hand in her thick hair, pulling her hard against his body. He devoured her lips with his kiss, devastating her bottom lip and moaning as she tugged his garment free. It pooled at his feet in the grass, forgotten in the wilderness. They stood naked and free in the night, the owls and bats the only witnesses. His right hand then went to her rear, and he pulled her tighter to him, roughly caressing her ass, gripping it, squeezing it painfully as he pulled her so close that her breath was squeezed out of her.

Asmin gasped and quickly realized she was no longer in control. She had intended to seduce him playfully, but now she merely wanted to survive. His mouth ravaged hers as he sucked wantonly on her tongue, both hands now on her rear, clutching and pawing, his erect prick digging into her belly.

Ulf released his soul-crushing embrace and looked at her, his gaze afire. Asmin took several steps back, panting. Hair tangled, chest flushed, and lips swollen, she looked at him and was both aroused and terrified. The cock that resided between his tree-trunk thighs was thick, vein-covered, and of such length that it reached past his navel as it bobbed demandingly against his belly. He advanced on her, took her by the hand, and pulled her into his den.

Firelight fought through the covering and bathed their bodies as Asmin lay on the soft bed of furs and Ulf knelt between her spread thighs. He stroked the length of his cock in his fist several times, and she raked his meaty thighs with her sculpted fingernails. Ulf pressed the head of his prick to the dew-covered petals of her pussy and splayed them open so they rested on either side. He then thrust his hips so that the hard ridge on the underside of his cock ran back and forth over her slit and her hooded clit. Asmin shivered and moved her hands to his shoulders as he leaned in and continued humping his cock against her pussy. With each thrust, more nectar slipped from her as his walnut-sized balls nestled against her mound.

Ulf inhaled and stiffened, looking intently at her face. He cupped her chin in his calloused hand and sheathed himself. His gaze locked on hers as he invaded her, and her spine melted under his pantherish stare. He gave a satisfied moan as his bedmate squeezed her inner muscles to accommodate him and stroked his thumb across her cheek. With only a moment’s hesitation he began pumping into her, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist so he could find the angle that best suited him. The veins on his shaft dragged deliciously over Asmin’s opening, and each of his bucking thrusts ended in a grinding against her mound that sought to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

Asmin inhaled sharply as her feminine canal adjusted to this new girth. She had been bedded by many men, but never by a man such as this. She looked up at him as he pistoned into her pussy, and her hands roamed over his chest, shoulders, and arms. She tried to meet his thrusts, but he was pinning her down, and she was simply not powerful enough to keep up. All she could do was lock her ankles together at the small of his back and hold on with her lower body. Every inch of his form was hard muscle, she found as she explored. She delighted in running her fingers through his sandy hair as he bucked his hips into her, feeling her heat rising with every thrust.

In an instant she was being manhandled into a new position. Limbs flailing, she was under his control. Now on her hands and knees, Ulf pulled her so that her rear was high in the air. He swatted both cheeks in turn, brutally hard. Work-hardened hands fell on her ass, and she could feel it jiggle and shake. His slaps resounded in the cave. Gripping her hips, he thrust himself deeply again and pounded into her pussy with abandon. His weight forced her to grip the furs in her fists and lay flat on her face as she was assaulted from behind.

Every now and again one of his calloused palms would come crashing down on her full rump, and the pain would shoot like a lightning bolt to her pussy, where it was converted to pure pleasure. Each time she was spanked, her sheath would clench tight on his throbbing cock, and she noted that this encouraged him to continue his assault. She was certain that her ass was covered in bright red handprints and that the kohl she had just applied was smeared. No man had ever made her feel so good about looking like such a mess.

Asmin reached one of her palms between her thighs and stroked their union, running the soft pads of her fingertips over her clit as well as the meaty cock that had invaded her pussy. Ulf fully sheathed into her and held still so that she could grip his seed sac and roll the heavy, nectar-coated balls in her palm as his cock throbbed inside of her. With that he reached up and gripped her by the hair, taking great handfuls of her thick locks and yanking back like reins on a horse.

She called out as he forced her back to arch, and again her pussy throbbed and clenched on his cock. Asmin sobbed in pain and writhed in pleasure, her head turning this way and that as he tugged. Her scalp burned in delicious agony. Her pussy tightened and milked his cock, and she tried to touch herself, but she could not reach with her back so bowed. She cried out, completely under his control, so ready for release.

Ulf pumped into her, suspending her on his cock, jaw clenched. He thrust awkwardly three times, then pulled hard on her hair and felt her nectar flood out in release as he erupted inside of her pussy. She guttered out sobs as he released her hair, and he leaned over her, rocketing ribbons of cum into her womb. His glans pulsed over and over again until he had drained the last bit of his seed into Asmin, and he lay atop her back panting. They rested for long moments in that manner.

He rolled to his side and pulled Asmin into his embrace, throwing his heavy thigh over her body to bring them as close as possible. Ulf cupped her chin and gently brought his mouth down on hers. His other hand idly played with her hair as he smiled at her and pecked at her face. First he planted a wet kiss between her eyes, then the tip of her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. He supped gently from her for a long while as she snaked her arms around his thick neck.

Asmin returned his kisses eagerly, her hands roaming his sinewy back and inhaling his musky, wild scent. He smelled of the woods—clean and free.

“I mussed your makeup.” He smiled softly, stroking his thumb across her cheek to wipe a smudge away.

“Oh, let me fix it.” She spoke up self-consciously, starting to rise.

“And let us eat.”

Asmin went to the creek and washed her face in the chilly water as Ulf tended the cauldron. When she returned she took the turtle shell bowl of rabbit stew he offered and placed her hand in the middle of his chest, urging him to sit. She then sat on his lap and fed him his meal with a homemade wooden spoon, nibbling his lip between bites and teasing him by playing with his hair. Once he was finished she ate what few bites she could as his hands groped all over her and his lips found her secret spot between her shoulder blades.

“Come, follow me.” Ulf held out his hand. “There is a hot spring.”

Asmin took his hand and followed him through the woods. Deftly dodging brambles and briars in their susceptible state, Ulf brought her to a clearing. A hot spring gurgled up from the earth and had carved a natural pool where water swirled and aerated. Steam rose from the surface, which was illuminated by the gentle light of the moon.

“There is a niche where we may sit,” Ulf said, pulling her closer. “I rest here when I wish to feel rejuvenated.”

The he stepped from the granite ledge and into the swirling water, his foot catching another ledge so that the water came just below his knee. He stepped down with his other leg, then gripped the upper ledge and eased himself into a sitting position. Ulf held his strong arms up for Asmin, and he helped her into his lap in the warm, roiling mineral bath. Maneuvering her swiftly, he positioned her so that she faced him and straddled him.

He captured her lips, suckling her, and nuzzling her nose with his own as his light beard chaffed against her smooth flesh. His calloused palms slid under the surface of the water and caressed her back, his fingertips smoothing up and down the line of her spine as he drew her tongue into his mouth. Asmin’s breasts bobbed in the water, and her nipples scraped tantalizingly against his weathered chest as they moved, forcing him to pull back and look at them. He admired them, closing both hard paws on her teardrop-shaped bosoms and hefting their weight. His smoldering emerald gaze went from her face and back to her chest, and he unconsciously licked his lips.

Asmin let out a shuddering coo and cupped her slender fingers on his nape under his shaggy mane. Closing her eyes and arching back her neck in total surrender, she rose up on her knees and took her left breast in her hand. She leaned in and offered her erect nipple to him.

Ulf closed his lips on her breast and suckled, hollowing his cheeks and drawing her pink nubbin painfully into his mouth. His broad tongue swirled over the tiny nubs of her breast, and Asmin felt her pussy engorge and flush with nectar. She stifled a cry to Ishtar as his leathery palms went to her rear under the water, and he rolled her ass. He squeezed and clutched his fingers as he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged. He then turned his attention to her right breast and gave a throaty hum of satisfaction.

Asmin laced her fingers in his hair, dug them gently into his scalp, and scratched his head. She nuzzled his hair as he nursed from her, then called out and whined pitifully as one of his searching digits penetrated her sex. Her sheath clenched on to his thick knuckles, and she stiffened. She whimpered, leaning back her head and biting her lower lip, as Ulf slowly moved his finger inside her.

The barbarian released her breast and looked at her, the fire returning to his eyes. Reaching between them under the water, he took his cock in his fist. Asmin rose up on her knees to align herself properly and impaled herself on his prick. His dick split her slowly as she nestled onto his lap, inching down his shaft in a series of shivers. Once firmly in place, she wanted to show him how grateful she was for his hospitality.

Asmin ground down on his shaft, gyrating her hips in languid circles as she lavished his neck with her lips and breathed hotly in his ear. Her sharpened nails returned to his nape, and he growled. She had found his special spot. Fingernails scratched and teased his neck as she bucked her hips against his, grinding her mound on his lower abdomen and working her pussy on his prick. She flexed her inner muscles and tightened her grip on his manhood. She kissed his throat and purred, then flicked her tongue over his nipple.

In a moment he turned her around, yet he never removed his cock. She still straddled his lap, but now she faced away from him. The sudden, forceful movement had urged her body to release a torrent of nectar. She felt aroused at how much she enjoyed being manhandled by this brute. Mostly rich, old men had bedded her, not a virile woodsman like Ulf. Then he scooted forward on the granite bench so he could find purchase with his feet. He leaned forward and gripped Asmin by her upper arms and thrust into her vigorously. She could do naught but cry out.

Her only connection to Ulf was his cock, and his meaty paws locked around her limbs as his hips drove his dick into her like a piston. She bobbed in the water as he pounded into her and stretched her pussy in a new and strange angle that delighted sensations deep within her core. Her clit was being assaulted in this new position and his fat, purple veins throbbing in her sheath were driving her to the brink. Asmin gasped for air, and little pinpoints of light assaulted her vision. His entire body tensed. Once more his seed sac bunched up tight to his shaft, and he loosed thick ropes of cum into Asmin’s clenching womb.

The pair sat for a long while in the pool, the runaway slave curled in his lap. Asmin laid her head on Ulf’s broad chest and relaxed as he idly stroked her between her shoulder blades and held her hand beneath the swirling water. Moonlight bathed them in the steaming bath, and they were content.