A Short Erotic Story

“I'm off to capture a bandit!” My father announced as he kissed first my mother and then me.

“Bandit!” I exclaimed in dismay.

“Don't worry, love, he's nowhere near here. He's been thieving more than an hour's hard ride from here; near the road to the city. There's nothing to worry about, you're safe here,” he assured me, hugging me tight.

“Good luck!” I wished him. As the Lord that governed all the land between here and the city, my father felt it was his sacred duty to protect the people by catching this bandit at any cost.

My mother held my older brother tightly for a long moment. “You be careful!”

He laughed. “Don't worry so much! I'm a strong and skilled warrior!”

I half wished I could say that he was merely bragging arrogantly, but he was being truthful. My father had seen to it that he was trained by as many masters as possible, and my brother was something of a prodigy when it came to fighting.

I stood next to my mother as we waved at them until they were out of sight. Shaking my head at the sheer idiocy of anyone preying on people under my father's jurisdiction, I kissed my mother on the cheek.

“I'm going to my rock to lay in the sun for a while,” I informed her.

“I wish I could join you, but I have too much to do,” she sighed, but I knew she didn't mean this. She wasn't the type to lay in the sun even when she had nothing better to do.

I readied my horse; the most gorgeous cream colored mare in the world – in my opinion. When the light hit her just right, she looked like she was dusted in pure gold! Thankful that I had chosen a simple dress just in case I went to my rock, I didn't bother saddling her. She was intelligent enough that she didn't need a saddle or bridle for me to guide her.

Soon enough, we arrived at my rock. It was huge, like someone had purposely carved a table out of stone, and then just left it in the middle of this secluded meadow. I pulled off my dress and tossed it next to the rock as I climbed onto it.

I lay on my stomach and let my mind wander for a long time. About the same time that my back started feeling overly warm, I felt a heat between my legs that visited far more often than I wanted it to. I rolled onto my back to let the sun kiss my naked body.

Bending my knees until my feet were flat on the rock, I let my hand slide down between my legs. There was a spot that felt simply incredible whenever I rubbed it! I didn't dare ask my mother about it, because as far as my parents were concerned, absolutely nothing should go between my legs until I got married... not even my hand...

I wasn't even engaged yet. Certainly I was old enough to get married, but my father was waiting for the right man to ask for my hand. Who that may be, I seriously don't think he even knows! He's rejected every man to ask me for various little reasons that all amounted to he didn't think they were good enough for his little girl.

It's not like I ever got a chance to meet any men and perhaps fall in love...

My fingers were creating a fire throughout my entire body! I utterly loved this feeling! Just think, only a couple hundred tiny circles drawn with my finger and I shuddered in ecstasy... it was almost like magic.

I gasped and moaned, not concerned in the slightest about anyone hearing me. The only people that might possibly come looking for me here were currently off hunting bandits.

My body started quivering and shaking as I moved my finger faster and faster. My breath now escaped me in little gasps until I felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. I arched my back and squealed as it felt like I almost exploded and reached the stars.

Panting heavily, I relaxed into the rock. My legs remained in the same, knees-bent position until one slowly lowered onto the rock and the other sort of tilted to the side. I yawned and drifted off to sleep.

In my dreams, my father found the bandit, caught him, and was escorting him to the gallows. My brother arrogantly taunted him the entire way. I almost felt sorry for the bandit because in my dream, he was short and crippled and utterly pitiful looking.

When it was time for the bandit to be hanged, women were allowed – as tradition dictated – to kiss him for luck. Legend was that kissing a man about to hang brought luck to the woman, and possibly granted the man mercy in the afterlife.

I walked up to him, sincerely praying that he found peace in death. My kiss was soft... the first one I'd ever experienced.

Suddenly, the kissed changed and I felt a sharp pain between my legs as if someone were impaling me with a knife. My eyes flew open in shock. A man was on top of me, his tongue inside my mouth as if searching for something.

He moved, and I realized that he was the sharp pain I felt. I tried to protest, but there was no way to do so with him kissing me so thoroughly. Pushing him away did no good either!

He took a moment to pull my legs over his hips, not breaking our kiss for even a second, and then he grasped my hips firmly and... I don't really know how to describe it. It felt like he was trying to hammer a nail into me, only he did so much faster and for much longer than it would actually take to do so.

I was amazed to discover that the initial pain faded pretty quickly, and was replaced by that same fire I had just experienced not too long ago. My grunts of protest changed to grunts of pleasure, and I was even more shocked to realize that I was returning his kisses.

He freed my mouth to whisper in my ear. “I thought I had to be hallucinating... Why is an angel offering herself to any man that happens by?”

Offering? What did he mean by that? Before I could ask him, he thrust his tongue back in my mouth.

“Oh, you feel so good!” He murmured some time later. I honestly had to agree; I did feel pretty good! It felt like my body had been completely consumed by that fire – which was now a raging inferno – and what was left quivered in a state just a hair shy of bliss!

I dug my nails into his back and pulled him to me as I pushed my body up into his. I wasn't just squealing; I was screaming and holding onto him for dear life! My whole body shook, and I felt like I could easily die right now and I wouldn't mind in the slightest.

He laughed, pausing his movement. “No, my Angel, not yet...” he murmured in my ear. His voice was so rich it made my body shiver and tingle.

He held still for a moment while I panted and gasped for breath. My body still quaked slightly from wonderful little tremors. Eventually, I opened my eyes and looked at him curiously.

This was the first time that his face wasn't pressed to mine while my eyes were open, and I got a good look at him. He was... handsome didn't seem like an accurate enough description, and gorgeous seemed inadequate. My heart started racing and thundering in my chest – even more so than it had been!

Slowly, he lowered his head to kiss me again, and then his body moved in and out of me gently. The completely opposite of earlier... I shivered each time he thrust into me.

“My Angel...” he whispered in my ear, tickling my neck with his mouth. He sat up a little, continuing his slow movements. His hands were big and warm as they covered my breasts, squeezing them almost roughly.

I moaned from the unexpected jolt that ran through my body from his touch. He was almost effortlessly rekindling the fire in my body that hadn't fully gone out yet, only this time, there was an added tingling. Almost like lightning running through my veins.

“Ahh...” I moaned breathily, repeating myself every time he thrust into me.

“My Angel...” he murmured again. I think he wanted to continue this wonderful pace all day, but something compelled him to speed up.

My moans changed to grunts. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

He chanted those two words over and over – his voice getting shaky and raspy. I was so happy to feel the stars coming for me again, and if my nails had ever stopped digging into his back, they were now doing so again.

“Ah so tight!” He gasped. “Oh God!”

Just as I started squealing and thrashing about, I felt something hot fill me up. It seemed like the perfect way to end such an unexpectedly pleasure-filled afternoon.

As if I had completely melted into a puddle, I lay on my rock panting, already half asleep once more. I watched him through half-closed eyes as he held himself above me. He panted until his breathing returned to normal, then he kissed me.

I wondered if he planned to start over, and the thought wasn't unpleasant. He stroked my cheek with one hand.

“I'm sorry my Angel, but I must go.”

I closed my eyes as I thought about this. My foggy mind took a few moments to realize that he meant he was leaving. I tried to sit up, but only got as far as propping myself on my elbows.

He was already almost completely dressed. He took a few seconds to lace up his pants and then watched me watch him as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Wait!” I protested, but he was already running out of my meadow.