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She felt her eyes roll back in her head as her toes
curled, and she felt a slight pinch at her womb. Breathless, she lay limp as a
wet rag once she floated back to earth and saw him hovering over her limp body,
a sly smile curving his lips.
“I think my lady enjoys my touch.” He leaned in to
kiss her lips, and she tasted her musk on him. After, he drew back and lifted
his hand, a smear of red on his fingers.
“Is that …”
“Your maidenhead.”
He gathered a cloth and wiped his hand along it. Later, he would
take the cloth out to show his men she had been pure, a horrid custom she
disliked immensely. She pushed it from her mind as he moved up her body and his
hips came to rest within hers. His cock was hard and lay along her slit.
He captured her gaze as his hips began to rotate. The
tip of his shaft found her entrance, and he forged in a few inches. She
gasped,
the sensation of fullness more than she expected. He
continued to move, slowly spearing an inch or two into her sheath, stopping
when he came to where her maidenhead had been.
“Am I hurting you?”
She was touched by the question. Fully expecting a
rough mating, she was surprised by his tenderness with her. He might not be the
man she had imagined herself with, but in time, she thought she could grow fond
of him. His lovemaking alone made her hopeful.
Lovemaking, not a beastly rutting.
“No, it does not hurt.”
He captured her gaze once more and entered her fully,
his cock spreading her wide. She gasped at the sensation, more from the
pleasure than any pain. Once he was seated within, he paused and let her
capture her breath before he started to move, sliding in and out of her in a
rapid tempo, the friction of his movements building another fire in her core.
The plump head of his shaft pressed against her womb,
stretching her channel to accommodate his thick length. He now seemed to reach
for something, his movements quickening, which spurred the same sensation
within her. They rocked together, her moving her hips to keep pace with his
grinding rhythm.
She teetered on the edge once more, the chasm calling
her as she felt the first hot, wet jets of his seed hitting the inside of her
channel. His cock trembled within her, and it pushed her off the cliff into a
spiral of unending pleasure.
Soon after, she was held in his massive arms, his lips
against her brow, and for the first time in a long, long time, she felt wanted.
Perhaps he had bought her, taken what he desired, but he had
wanted
her. She belonged in his arms;
the truth struck her in that moment.
Sybille snuggled closer to him, and he smiled against
her brow as his cock stiffened against her thigh. She lowered her hand to the
organ, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Wife, I think you will be the
death of me.”
“And how is that?” She lifted her head to gaze at him
and was once again struck by how handsome he was when he wasn’t snarling.
His smile vanished, and he grew quite somber. “I want
you more than I have ever wanted anything else in this world. And to have you
touch me so lovingly, it is more than I could have ever asked for.”
His words took her breath away. She felt the sting of
tears burn the back of her eyes, and she forced them back.
“No crying. I can’t handle tears.”
“You are softer under that evil reputation you wear
like a shield. You can hide it from everyone else, but promise me you won’t
hide it from me.”
He was quiet for a moment, his gaze seeking hers. “And
if I promise that, what do I get in return?”
“I will be yours. I will help make us a home here, one
you can be proud of. Just show my brothers and me kindness.”
“You, I will show you kindness. Your brothers need to
be raised into men. I will push them hard, but I will never be cruel, even
though you may suspect I am. The world outside those gates is a hard one, and
it will eat a soft man. I will raise your brothers to be men capable of
surviving the hell that is this life.” He sighed deeply before kissing her
softly. “And I want a home we can be proud of, filled with life and promise.
And children.”
“So you can raise them to be hard?”
“If it need be.”
She smiled at him and kissed his lips. “So be it.”
****
A year or so later and Eustache had proven good to his
word. The castle was busier than it had been in years. Sybille remembered it
being this way when she was a small child, but had never expected to ever find
the former glory of that long past time. Seeing it bustle with life made her
happy, knowing they were building a life together here.
Men worked the fields surrounding the castle, their
fallow fields now filled with barley, oats, and beans. The bailey and lower
bailey had been cleaned and packed, and warriors practiced their skills with
sword and bow. A blacksmith’s hammer beat metal into shape, making weapons and
such in the great fire of his. The larders were full of game and winter wheat,
the kitchens and halls filled with servants.
Sybille was on her knees in her garden, which was much
larger this season. Her herbs grew well in the fertile soil of this spot, and
she enjoyed the relaxation of getting her hands dirty. She spied Eustache in
the lower bailey with Felix, teaching him swordplay, although she was nervous
that they did not use wooden ones. She was waiting for her husband to cut her
brother to shreds, which she knew wouldn’t happen, no matter how much she
worried.
She tried to stand, but struggled to get to her feet.
Her rounded belly grew larger each day, and it was becoming harder and harder
to stand.
“Wait!” Eustache left Felix and rushed to her side,
helping her to her feet. Sybille saw the hidden smiles from his men. They all
knew Eustache was a besotted fool for her, just as much as she knew it. Concern
filled his gaze as he looked down at her. “You need to be resting, not out here
at your garden. The midwife says the baby will come any day now.”
She had been feeling the pains of labor all morning.
“It comes now.”
His eyes grew large as he wobbled before her. “Now?”
he whispered.
“Now.”
The End
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