The Barbarian's Bride (7 page)

Rikiar must have sensed her need, for he took pity on her, withdrew his cock from her lips and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, kissed her thoroughly, then laid her down on her back and pressed his mouth between her thighs. It was very different from the way Mara had licked her. Rikiar’s tongue was hotter, wider, more insistent. He closed his lips about her clit and teased that tight hard bud until Aisling saw bright lights bursting behind her eyelids.

The orgasm rushed through her body and left her trembling under her mate’s mouth. She panted softly, quite breathless from pleasure. Rikiar was not yet sated; he pressed his thick cock between her thighs and breached the soft supple entrance of her body. He was stopped an inch or so inside, but it was a glorious inch of hot flesh that served to bring Aisling back to full arousal within seconds.

Rikiar was gritting his teeth with the control it took not to simply plunge himself all the way inside her, but to stay just inside her tight virginal channel. “You feel like hot silk,” he growled, pressing a little harder.

She silently willed him to do it, to take her. Marriage seemed like a distant concern in that moment, it was nothing compared to the demand of her own physical lust, which clouded her brain and every bit of her being with desire.

He withdrew slightly and she whimpered with disappointment. It was a short-lived noise that rose to a shriek of pleasure as he pushed back in, past her hymen and through to the depths of her body with one long, slow thrust.

“Mine,” he growled in her ear, his bare chest pressed against her. He ground his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her, making the tight walls of her sheath accommodate his girth. She was completely filled, her juices coating his cock as he slowly slid out a little, then back in, moving inside her. The feeling was like none Aisling could ever have imagined. Rikiar was deep inside her, she was his sheath, his vessel. His body stretched hers in a way that felt so good she could not help but cry out and lift her hips so that he went deeper still.

Slow and hard, Rikiar took her virginity well and truly, making love to her with an expert rolling of his hips that made the flared head of his cock spread her open time and time again, teasing the hard bud of her clit on every stroke out, then pushing inside her until his hard groin met with hers.

“Is this good, princess?” The question was half growled, half whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” she gasped as he cupped one of her small, neat breasts and caressed it in time with the slow strokes his lips were making. The sawing of his cock in and out of her body gave her the sensation of riding a wave, every part of it felt wonderful, but no two parts felt the same. The thick girth of his shaft was a fulcrum against which she ground her wanton body, thrusting her hips down, claiming him when his strokes were too slow to satisfy.

“Do you want it harder, Aisling?” Rikiar’s hand slid up to her throat gently.

She gasped in response, then cried out as a rough thrust of his hips sank the entire length of his cock deep inside her in one thrust.

“This is what you needed, the pretty princess needed a cock in her cunt,” Rikiar growled, forcing himself in and out of her sopping wet sheath to slapping wet sounds caused by her own lubrication. His words would have shamed her were they not so perfectly in tune with the thoughts rushing through her head. The barbarian’s cock was exactly what she needed. His body pounding her tender frame, taking his pleasure by sinking his sword relentlessly inside her tight pink sheath.

He took her a dozen different ways that night, positioning her according to his will. He slid himself inside her from the back, from the front, and on her side. There he lifted her leg and pushed his cock into her cunt from the rear so she had no pressure on her pulsing clit, but for his fingers toying with it.

Finally Aisling found herself on her back, her slim pale legs up over his neck as he knelt before her and pushed deep inside, deeper than he had been in any other position. He moved more slowly than before, making gentle love to her. His amber eyes were locked on hers, his dark hair hanging about his face, the rough stubble on his cheeks shaping his masculine features into sharper contours that were almost wolf-like.

Spread naked, wrapped around his hot flesh, Aisling was ecstatic. Another orgasm was building, but this one was much more powerful than any that had preceded it. The joy was swelling in every part of her body, rushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her fingers, curling around her spine and drawing the breath from her chest. Every part of her was attuned to him; she was a part of him and he a part of her.

He reached down and tenderly touched her face. “You are mine now, Aisling. Nothing can change that. No man or god will separate what we have joined in flesh when I spill my seed inside you.” He drew his hips back, then thrust in deeply, stroking himself toward a climax that had been building from the moment Aisling’s tender lips had first touched his proud cock.

She could feel him pulsing inside her, felt his body lock with tension. Then he threw his head back and with a primal cry he came deep inside her cunt, flooding her insides with his seed in long pulsing thrusts that demanded he be as far inside her as his flesh would take him.

As his heat flooded her loins, Aisling was overcome with orgasm too, her body following his lead as naturally as the moon followed the sun. Her inner walls held his cock, grasped it, demanded every bit of his essence be drained inside her. She wailed in his arms as he collapsed down against her, embracing her tightly while her legs locked around his back and her quim quivered around his flesh.

“You were… like a goddess,” Rikiar panted as he rolled to the side, keeping one arm about her. He lay flat on his back, panting from the exertion. His rough, ready body was covered in a sheen of sweat, which also beaded Aisling’s breasts and stomach and thighs. His cum was already beginning to seep out of her, strangely hot against tender outer lips. She ached, but the pain did not concern her. It was the very best kind of soreness, that which came with euphoria like she had never felt before.

Curling up with her lover, Aisling was content. Deeply content, right to the very marrow of her bones. She could not imagine a greater happiness than the one she felt in that moment. She had touched eternity and returned, she had seen the realm of God for one bright, soul-blistering moment. Rikiar had shown her a capacity for pleasure she had not suspected her body capable of.

He was almost insensate, his eyes lidded, his chest rising and falling as if he were asleep. She did not disturb him. The act of love had drained his energies and left him quite vulnerable—which Aisling rather liked. Rikiar was always strong, always hard, but in that moment he was as soft and gentle as any man ever could be.

They lay together for a long time, letting the world go by without them. Aisling was the first to recover her energies. As she did, she noticed that her knife was still sitting in Rikiar’s discarded pants. A devilish impulse told her to lean over and snatch it, so she did. Rikiar was dozing quite happily, thoroughly unaware that his mischievous lover had once more regained her favorite toy.

Creeping about the room, Aisling decided the best place for her prize was inside the closet that hid her dresses.

She was sliding back into bed when Rikiar’s eyes opened and he fixed her with his amber stare. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Aisling squeaked.

“Are you lying to me?”

“Maybe.”

Rikiar wrapped a strong arm about her waist and pulled her close. “Tell me what you were doing, Aisling. And tell me the truth.” His rumble passed through her chest and entered her body, a physical warning that made her almost consider giving away her little hiding spot.

Instead of telling him what she had been up to, Aisling nipped his nose gently. It seemed like a good way to defuse the situation.

He smiled and palmed her bottom. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” Aisling lied again.

Rikiar squeezed her bottom, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to act as further warning. “One last time, princess,” he drawled. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing…
Ow
!”

He slapped her bare bottom hard. “I know exactly what you did,” he informed her. “I saw you take that knife. I saw you hide it in the wardrobe. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had a reason for wanting to arm yourself.”

“No!” Aisling reassured him. “I just like it.”

“If you want something, you ask for it,” he said, pulling her against his body and spanking her very hard. His palm bounced off one rounded cheek then the other, heating her flesh to an uncomfortable point. “You behaved like a disobedient, dishonest little wretch,” he lectured. “I took that blade off you for your own safety and not an hour later you steal it back.”

Aisling squealed as Rikiar clamped her close against his hard frame, one arm wrapped about her waist whilst the other belabored her bottom. Each strike of his palm sent her jolting against his hard thigh, trapping her between the heat of his hand and the inescapable barrier of his body. It was a punitive embrace, one which left no room for anything other than standing and taking her punishment.

“I’m sorry!” She wailed the words plaintively up at him. She was very, very sorry, the sorriest she’d ever been. It wasn’t because of the spanking necessarily; though it was most unpleasant, it was no different from the punishments she’d received before. What was different was the censure in his tone. He seemed genuinely disappointed. That hurt far more than the spanking.

“What is so important about that little blade that you insist on keeping it at any cost?”

“I like it!” Aisling wailed. “It’s mine. I wanted to keep it!”

“And now you have neither the blade, nor a comfortable bottom,” Rikiar said, pausing for a moment to rub her cheeks. She parted her legs a little, let her wet and still cum-soaked pussy ride against his hip as he massaged her hot cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

He began slapping her again, this time more lightly. “You are trouble, aren’t you, Aisling? A little freedom has gone completely to your head. I send you out for dresses, you come back with a knife. I take it off you, you steal it back. Do you need to be locked up like an animal, hmm? Can you not behave yourself unless there are walls ensuring your obedience?”

Aisling buried her head in his shoulder, her dark locks mingling with his as she hid in shame. Her bottom was very hot and prickly but her lips were wet and her desire was returning. In spite of the fact she was being disciplined, she very much wanted Rikiar inside her again.

“I understand that you are curious about many things, Aisling,” he said, smoothing his palm across her bare bottom. “But there are some things that are dangerous to the uninitiated. Weapons, for instance. Do you understand?”

“Yes, m’lord,” Aisling murmured.

“I intend to allow you freedom,” Rikiar said. “I have no desire to imprison you in a tower or anywhere else. But freedom comes with responsibility. It requires that you make good choices and not follow your first impulses. If you are uncertain about something, Mara or I will help you.”

Aisling was not sure she liked the idea of freedom, especially if it meant being in trouble. Life was certainly easier when she didn’t have to make decisions.

“Do you understand, Aisling?” Rikiar’s baritone cut through her thoughts of insecurity.

“Yes, m’lord,” Aisling replied dutifully.

He patted her bottom once, twice, then sighed. “You must promise to think more carefully in the future.”

“Yes, m’lord,” she said yet a third time.

“I know am running the risk of spoiling you,” he said, running his hand up and down her bare back.

“Will you teach me to use the dagger so I may have my real one back?” It was a bold suggestion, but Aisling very much wanted her pretty knife.

“I will have one of my warriors teach you,” Rikiar said. “We are stretched on several fronts at the moment, Aisling. I wish there was more time for you and me.” He took her hand and kissed each one of her fingertips with a yearning and hunger that told her he was indeed completely smitten.

She felt a rush of something she had never felt before. Power. Her beauty had given her sway over this man who was so much physically and politically stronger than she. He could do with her as he wished, and what he wished was to fill her.

She moved atop Rikiar, spreading her thighs around his hard bare cock. No words passed between them as he grasped her bare cheeks and pushed up inside her, filling her a second time. Aisling pressed her hips down, grinding against him as he began thrusting deep inside her willing womanhood. Every thrust brought with it a rushing torrent of pleasure.

“I cannot seem to sate myself with you,” he growled against her lips between searing kisses. “I spend myself and though I have naught to spill, I cannot help the desire to ravage your tender cunt.”

Aisling squirmed and squeaked every now and then with the sting of his cock. She had been well and truly fucked already, and though she had wanted it, this second round was close to being a punishment. He knew that. She knew he did, for he wrapped his hand around her arm and held it behind her back, thrusting his cock inside her tender quim with quick, hard thrusts of his hips.

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Yesss…” Aisling squealed.

“Or am I going to have to ravage you until you are too sore to walk, let alone make mischief? Will I have to whip and fuck you until you are too tired to steal and sneak?”

“Noooo…” Aisling gasped, her bare, red round bottom bouncing with every powerful thrust.

“Maybe I have been taking the wrong holes,” Rikiar growled, dipping his fingers between her spread cheeks. His fingertip made contact with the tight bud of her bottom, making it clench along with her pussy. “Maybe I should press my cock inside this hole and teach you a lesson about obedience.”

“Mnnggh…” Aisling gasped. The touch was not unpleasant, but the thought made her blush like the virginal maiden she no longer was.