The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (5 page)

He was no longer pinning her wrists to the wall, and she was no longer resisting him, her head falling back so he could gain better access to her neck, her shoulders. Not satisfied with that, he drew her head back up and kissed her long and thoroughly. Hungrily. “You said no one asked your permission in all this. So tonight, I am asking you, Adelai. Will you come and spend the night with me, whatever those consequences?”

He was giving her what she would never had had with any other bidder: a choice. Adelai looked at him, her chest heaving. There was a tightening around the corner of his eyes, like he thought she might still reject him, and the knowledge he would acquiesce if she did sent a sweet pain through her heart, and warm heat through her loins.

“
Master
.” Adelai whispered in answer, her hands dropping down to touch his chest as she called him by that intimate name all shrinemaidens call their firsts. With a low groan, he drew her to him and kissed her again, deepening it as she returned the favor, her hands gripping clumps of his shirt.

Adelai wanted him. She had known that, in the weeks leading up to the auction, all the more apparent when he had left. She had despaired every time she thought of the approaching bids, knowing that she would be sold to anyone but him, but now it looked like even the miracle she had wished for without hope of being granted had, and happiness soared through her.

“Wait.” She whispered, once they both came up for air. All she could remember was how he had teased her about her skills at seduction, and now she was determined to show him just how skilled she could be. Almost playfully, she pushed at his chest and he complied, moving back several feet until his knees hit the bed and he sank down on it. She turned and walked a few feet away, biting her lip in anticipation even as her nervousness returned.

She started with the pins that held her hair up on its elaborate coiffure, which the maidservants had spent nearly two hours arranging just to the high priestess’ satisfaction. It took a half dozen pins for locks of her hair to finally fall down the sides of her face, and a considerable more before the full wealth of it cascaded down her shoulders, nearly reaching her waist. All that time Thornton never once moved from his seat, his dark blue eyes trained on every movement she made.

The gown she wore was a special design of the high priestess’. A few tugs on the ribbon around her neck was enough for the dress to come loose around her shoulders. She turned to present him a view of her back, lingering on every pearl button so he could glimpse the material falling off her body, the gown undone to surround her feet. It left her clad in nothing but her short lace shift.

She turned back to face him again, hoping he would not notice the burning in her cheeks. Adelai had agonized over this in the days before, wondering what she should do to entice her new buyer, trying to figure out the best methods to seduce. But now she didn’t even think, and did what came naturally.

Taking her time, she walked back towards him, watching his eyes stray over the breasts he had kissed once, but had never seen; at her slim waist and the white shift that covered her sex, then back at her face. She placed her hands on his shoulders, a faint shivering the only thing marring her poise, and then straddled his lap, making sure to keep eye contact with him. She could feel his hands cupping at her buttocks, squeezing the flesh there. She could hear his breathing grow rapid and rasping. Deliberately, she ground her hips against his covered pelvis, was rewarded when he gasped, when she felt the bulge in his pants lengthen and harden even further.

“I am yours, master,” she breathed, “to do with for as many times as you wish. But first,” she moved her hand down, rubbing at the bulge, “I want to taste you.”

She knew that would remind him of her playful teasing with the banana in the garden, and he groaned again. Adelai was already undoing the laces of his breeches, struggling a little at the unfamiliarity of the cloth, but he was quick to help, unfastening the last bits himself and lifting them both enough to draw his pants down.

It was the first time she had ever seen a man’s cock before. Thornton’s was large, larger than she thought; so much more so than the wooden phallus she had, almost twice as long as the banana. Wonderingly, her fingers touched the tip, marveling at the smooth, unexpected texture there. Hard sounds were issuing from Thornton’s mouth, almost like he was in pain, and it ended in a low, drawn-out hiss as her hand curled around it.

Experimentally, she moved her hand up and down his length, trying to determine the right pace and speed, aware that she was panting herself. Thornton felt soft and hard at the same time, pulsing gently between her fingers.

She kissed his shoulders and chest, winding her way down his body while her hands continue to explore. Every inch of the captain appeared to be hard, appealing muscle, and she could make out old scars on his body, flesh puckered a faint white and drawn across his skin. She kissed him there, liking the way he tasted, and continued down the path until she was on her knees before him, having reached her goal.

Wooden phalluses were hard and unyielding, and though the girls could practice their techniques on them, they were never given any indication of whether they were doing it right or not, their instructors notwithstanding. She could feel Thornton stiffen slightly when she wet the tip of his shaft in her mouth, nursing at the unfamiliar liquid leaking out from it. She took him further in, her tongue swirling around his length, and was pleased to hear him gasp, holding back her smile. The captain at least, would no longer think to question her on her skills.

She took a deep breath, and then took him in as much as she dared. His hips lifted, seeking to burrow his length as far as he could into her wet mouth. She braced herself against his thighs, keeping him shallowly past her lips at times, and pushing forward at others to swallow him whole. Her teeth scored lightly against his skin, pulling back sometimes to lick at his mushroom head before taking him in to repeat the exquisitely pleasurable process all over again. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, loved the gritted sounds he made as his tempo increased, his hips now jerking as he sought to spend himself.

All too abruptly though, Adelai found herself being dragged back up, only to be deposited against the smooth, soft mattress on her back with her legs splayed lewdly. The captain loomed above her, his blue eyes glittering. His hand gripped at his cock, and she knew instinctively that he was very close to spilling his seed when he had stopped her. Feeling the wicked urge to continue what she had begun, she reached for him again, but he was soon on top of her, preventing her attempt.

“No, little maiden,” he whispered, “When I cum, I’m going to cum inside of you.”

His lips sought out her breast again, and without the barrier of her clothing it felt almost like it was too much. She arched her back and cried out wordlessly as he laved at the pink tip, before taking it into his mouth. His hand was moving down to her sex, and she gasped as he felt him tug the shift down. Without pause, his hand cupped her again, and she whimpered. And then a rough, callused digit slid into her.

“Oh!”

He was moving his finger in and out, not deeply, but with enough speed and force that soon had Adelai’s hips copying his movements earlier, trying to suck more of it in her.

“Oh….”

She tried to lift her head up, but Thornton bit down on her breast, and lightning lanced through her, that most exquisite sensation of pain and pleasure.

“C-captain…!” Another finger was quickly pushing in, a mounting pressure that she couldn’t seem to stop. He moved further down, pausing long enough to flick a tongue into her bellybutton, making her wriggle, before coming to rest at her folds. She could feel him part the yellow curls there, feel him breathing hard against her opening, and she tensed up in expectation.

When nothing else happened, Adelai lifted her head to look down, wondering, only to see the captain looking at her, his eyes bright. As if this had been his signal all along, he ducked his head, and this time a full, drawn-out cry left her lips as a skilled tongue lapped at her core, speeding up as it sunk deeper into her folds. His teeth grazed against a sensitive nub, his thumbs spreading her open so he could have better access, and she couldn’t keep from squirming as her hips bucked.

“Oh, gods.” Adelai moaned, trying to take more of his tongue inside, but he must have sensed that she too, was getting closer, because he stopped again. He climbed back up and lifted her legs over his shoulders, forcing them to spread even wider before his gaze. And then she felt his cock pressing against her mound, the tip slowly easing in.

She was panting hard, her attempts at maintaining her composure long gone.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and she obeyed. He was grinning crookedly, and she felt another inch of him slip into her. She groaned at the pressure, tried to angle her hips up again, but his arms restrained her movements.

“I want you, Adelai.”

He drove into her without warning, stretching her with one hard stroke and breaching her maidenhead. Adelai stiffened and gasped, no longer in pleasure, but he quickly stilled, waiting while she buried her face against his chest, quivering. “It’s alright, little maiden,” he murmured, “I won’t move until you’re ready for me. Relax….”

She loved the compassion and kindness he was showing, the willingness and eagerness by which he tried to pleasure her when she knew other masters may not be as selfless. In time the pain abated until it felt like there was nothing more than a strange tightness inside her, a different kind of ache.

Sensing this, Thornton began to move again, slowly at first. His thrusts were long and leisurely, his cock drawing out of her only to slowly push back until he was sheathed to the hilt inside her body. He kept at this slow and steady pace, though his face was strained from the effort it was taking him, and looking up at the concern in his eyes Adelai thought she never loved him so much then, than at that instant. Once she felt that the worst of the pain was gone she began to move on her own volition, grinding her hips suggestively against his own every time he entered her again, and soon even his willpower gave way. With a harsh groan he lifted her legs wider, began to pound her harder; rough, hard strokes that hit something inside that made Adelai cry out. The base of his cock rubbed hard against the hooded, swollen nub of her core every time he did, which increased the explosions of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She was barely conscious of grabbing at the blankets around her, striving to hold on to something - anything - as the captain continued, the sweet wet sounds of their rutting filling the room.

It was all too much. The hard length filling her up, again and again and again, the hoarse sounds he made as he pistoned in and out - Adelai felt like she was at the top of a rising wave threatening to spill over, and try as she might she could find nothing to prevent it. With a long shudder she came, screaming as her poor body convulsed under his rapid thrusts, a wave of orgasm washing over her like an inexorable tide.

The captain’s pounding only increased in intensity, and soon he was roaring out his own release, as he spent inside her, her clasping walls milking the seed from his cock for the first time. He shuddered above her for several seconds before collapsing, his weight heavy and welcome against her body.

It was several seconds before they could move. “Oh,” Adelai whispered, tired and languid, but so attuned to everything at the same time, so attuned to him. She heard him laugh quietly before he moved to her right side, a hand curving around her waist and taking her with him so she was against his chest. Still feeling eager, she started to kiss at him there, at the dark hair sprinkled liberally at the center, a suggestive trail leading down his stomach. She tasted the salt of his skin, nuzzling. He made a quick rumble that sounded like laughter.

“Still hungry for more, little one?”

Adelai blushed, and he laughed again, at the answer he could read on her face.

“You need not be concerned, Adelai.” She gasped as he lifted her leg, his cock stiffening back to attention at her thigh. The smile on his mouth was cocky, almost wolfish as he began to ease himself back into her soft, tender flesh. “The night is far from over, and I am not done with you yet.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Repercussions

Adelai moaned helplessly into her pillow. She was on her hands and knees on the four poster bed, gripping the bedsheets while the captain surged into her from behind. Their appetites had been insatiable. He had already taken her three times that night; once with him on top, another while she lay on her side, her leg raised as he pummeled greedily into her, and the last while she was draped over the edge of the bed as he stood, ramming into her core with her legs as far apart as she was able to. Buyers, she knew, were always offered something to improve their sexual stamina before bedding their shrinemaidens, and she wondered if Thornton has taken them up on their offer, or if he was naturally virile. Now her buttocks were raised up in the air, her face buried against the sheets that failed to stifle her whimpering cries as his cock pistoned into her, a well-oiled machine.

She should be sore, and she knew she was, but it was a pleasurable soreness she welcomed. Even if she couldn’t walk the next day, she would not, would never refuse him now. She lifted herself to afford him easier access, shifting her legs closer so that the friction was more exquisite, knew instinctively that this would make her feel tighter for him.

“Adelai.” The way he spoke her name, that rough, harsh sound wrought with need and passion, only fanned the flames of her own desire. “My lord,” she gasped in response, punctuating that with a thin, high-pitched cry as his pounding increased, his cock oh so deep inside her, brushing a particularly sensitive spot that made her quiver with delight. With effort, she lifted her head up and braced her weight against her arms, arching her back and giving him a view of her swaying breasts, which jiggled with every hard stroke. She was so wet by then from their previous fucking that she could take his large cock inside her with little difficulty. She wailed out as another orgasm hit her, but the captain did not stop his long strokes into her cunt. If anything, his speed quickened, the little wet sounds her pussy made as it sucked his cock into its tight channel growing more pronounced.