Sanguine After Story - Short Sequel - Part 2

As promised, Ardent gave me an excellent start to the day. She tickled my very sensitive shaft with her tongue until I begged for mercy. After the ordeal with Glacèe, I was sure that I wouldn't be able to have sex again so soon, but my body was more than willing to try!

Now that I knew just a tiny bit more about how to please a woman, I rolled Ardent under me so that I could practice my skills on her. She was very pleased by my efforts – after she got past being squeamish by the thought of me seeing her womanhood so closely. I loved how much fun it was to hold her and stroke her body with my hands.

If my body wasn't so utterly sore, I'm sure that I would have been in heaven. As it was, I wondered if Glacèe had secretly beaten me in my sleep! I ached so deeply that I was worried that something might be wrong.

After a fun half hour romp with Ardent – not including our oral warm up – I insisted that we get out of bed while there was still a chance of eating breakfast. Ardent was an early bird, so even after an hour or so of play, it was still about the time I normally got up.

Ardent kissed me after we were dressed, then stroked my face. “You're so handsome to me that I think I might die of happiness just from looking at you!” Then she laughed as she ruffled my hair. “You go on and have your breakfast, and don't worry about me. I'm going to grab some meat pasties from the kitchen and go for my morning ride. You should come with me some time,” she suggested hopefully.

“Maybe...” I murmured vaguely. “But I'm hopeless with horses and it's way too cold out for my tastes.”

“I know,” she stated softly. “Which is why I go riding with Sandra and we talk about how hopeless you are and laugh about it!”

“You what?!” I asked, inexplicably crestfallen.

She laughed again, kissed me one last time, and then left to do what she loved to do the most. Even more than torturing a man, she loved to ride her fierce black stallion. Not even the coldest day of winter could stop her!

I made my way to the small family dining room, and was glad to see that dad was alone once again. I groaned as I rubbed my shoulder before grabbing a plate and filling it. As I expected, my father was frowning at me in concern.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

“Um, well...” I wondered how to ask this without being embarrassed or embarrassing him. I decided to just be direct. “Is it normal to feel sore and achy after... you know...?

Dad laughed. “It can be.”

“Man! I feel like she beat me up!” I admitted with a groan, once more attacking my food with gusto.

“Well, did she?” Dad wondered, frowning in concern again.

“No,” I assured him.

“Well, maybe next time you should tell her to be a bit more gentle with you!” Dad advised with a laugh. I'm sure he was picturing how tough and fierce of a fighter Ardent was. She was very likely to punch something if it offended her, so it probably made sense to him that she would be a rough lover, but little did he know that that just wasn't true. Ardent was a fun and playful lover, it was Glacèe who made me feel like I was beaten up!

“I don't think that would work,” I muttered with a secretive smile. I didn't go into details because I was pretty sure that last night had been a one time event, and besides, no matter how sore I was now, it had been sheer bliss at the time. “I just wondered if it was normal to ache or if maybe I should send for a healer to take a look at me.”

“That's up to you,” dad answered with a shrug. “I personally wouldn't worry, but if it hurts too much, it can't do any harm to see a healer.”

“What hurts?” Sang-Soif asked as she entered the room. Breakfast and dinner were the two times when this room was likely to fill up, so I wasn't surprised to be interrupted, just embarrassed to be caught in this conversation by her...

“Uh, nothing,” I mumbled evasively and then busied myself chowing down on all the food on my plate.

“Oh...” Sang-Soif hummed knowingly. “I see...” She laughed softly but otherwise left me alone.

Breakfast was a fairly pleasant affair after that, with everyone but Ardent and Sandra joining us at some point. We all discussed the little things we planned to do. It was one of those rare slow times when everyone had time to focus on things they liked to do, rather than things they had to do.

Lily was passionate about getting a puppy, and finally managed to talk our father into bringing her to the big city to look at what the merchants had to offer. Besides, the big city was a good place to meet up with the Lady of Clan Lightstone that might have a puppy Lily would want. It was a trip that would take at least a week – there and back – so the sooner they left, the sooner Lily would stop begging our father to hurry up. I smiled at her and wished her luck, even though I knew they wouldn't be leaving for at least an hour.

Sang-Soif eventually sighed. “I hate to spoil such a pleasant morning, but since I currently have an empty dungeon, I thought maybe it would be a good time for us to go over the Clan ledger.”

I groaned. It was bad enough having to keep track of money on a smaller farm – like my grandparents orchard – but keeping track of everything, and I do mean everything the Clan touches is a headache like I've never thought possible! If I had to do it on my own, I'd probably kill myself, but luckily, Sang-Soif was used to helping my mother with it.

“Do we have to?” I asked, reluctant to go anywhere near my study on such a beautiful day. “I promised Ardent that I'd go riding with her for the rest of the day!”

Sang-Soif was not the only one who snorted in disbelief at that. It was well known that I didn't like to ride and was terrible with horses. My father even rolled his eyes at me.

“Did I say go riding,” I backtracked as quickly as possible. “I meant spar! I promised myself that I would spend all day sparring with Lord Storm before he gets bored and decides to return home.”

“That sounds like fun,” Lord Godric backed me up amicably.

“I'm sure it does,” Sang-Soif agreed warmly. “If that's what you really want, then I wish you luck in defeating Lord Storm.”

“But?” I questioned, knowing that there had to be a catch.

“But we have time to do it now, so we should. Otherwise, we could be in serious trouble if an emergency expense comes up. What if – oh I don't know – lightning starts the stables on fire and we have to rebuild them. Wouldn't it be nice to know if we have enough money to do so?” Sang-Soif reasoned patiently.

“Well yeah, but how likely is that to happen? I mean has it ever happened?” I asked, still hoping to get out of the dreaded chore.

“No,” Sang-Soif murmured, then took a sip of her tea. I kept waiting for her to argue some more, but she didn't.

Sighing in relief, I grinned at Lord Godric, but he shook his head at me. “She's got you there. Things do happen, and a good Lord is always as prepared as he can possibly be. You just go do your work, and I'll be ready to spar when you're done.”

I exhaled in disappointment, hating to admit it out loud, but he was right. “Yes sir,” I grumbled.

Sang-Soif spread a thick ledger in front of me. Smiling kindly, she patted me on the head like a small child. “I know how much you hate doing this, so I made it simple for you. I've already entered all the numbers you need in all the columns, so the only thing you have left to do is add them up.”

“Wait a minute,” I protested angrily. “If you've already done all that, then why didn't you just do it all?!”

“Because Gavin, it's your responsibility to know these things. Even if you hired an accountant, you'd still need to go through it with him to make sure that he wasn't cheating you or doing a bad job! So stop whining about it already and just do your job!” Sang-Soif roared in frustration. She's never yelled at me before, so I was a bit hurt by it.

She's the one I dream about! From the first moment she rode onto our orchard to summon us to the Castle, I have wanted her. She's so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. From her midnight black hair to her soft and creamy complexion to her deep blue eyes and blood red lips – I loved everything about her! I wanted her to be my one and only, but she's a fully grown woman, already nine by the time I was born...

Sure, even Glacèe was older than me. She's 21 and apparently knows exactly what she wants, but I know that she was just playing with me and not serious about a relationship. Honestly, Ardent is probably a much better choice for a lover. We're both 16 and get along pretty well. She loves me but understands that I don't love her in return. There's no need to pine over a woman I can never have, but I can't help it!

No matter how much I wanted to finish the damn ledger and be done with it, I kept watching her walk around the large, sun-filled library. Her every step was like music to my ears as her heels clicked. I swear that she was walking across the stone floor in a way to create a rhythm on purpose, and it was driving me crazy! I just wanted to sweep the ledger off the table and throw her on it, and then kiss her and confess how much I wanted her and only her.

But sadly, I forced my mind back onto this damn ledger and tried my best to add two and two together. A slight twinge reminded me that my body was achy and sore anyway. I rubbed my shoulder without even thinking about it, and was astonished when Sang-Soif brushed my hand away so that she could rub my shoulders for me.

“Stop fidgeting and get it done already! It's shouldn't take more than a half an hour or so if you just concentrate!” She insisted, her touch wreaking havoc on my senses.

I groaned in longing, wanting nothing more than to pull her into my lap and kiss her. The numbers on the ledger went blurry and I suddenly felt like crying. I rested my head on my arms on the table to hide my embarrassing predicament.

“I can't possibly be that bad!” Sang-Soif snorted. “Surely the numbers are easy to add.”

“They're fine,” I mumbled.

“Then what's wrong?” Sang-Soif asked, her voice clearly concerned.

“I love you!” I blurted out. “I can't think of anything but you, especially with you touching me like that!”

“Oh!” Sang-Soif gasped in sudden understanding. She stepped back and made soft little hmm noises as she tried to figure out what to say. “Oh my... That's... unfortunate...”

I cringed even though I expected her to say as much. I wanted her but could never have her. She couldn't possibly be interested in a boy on the verge of manhood.

She pulled a chair out and sat on it so that she could gently place a hand over my hand. “Gavin... I think I should explain something to you. I'm...”

“Not interested, I understand,” I mumbled, still trying hard not to cry, and also unable to stop hiding my face in my arms.

“No, well, that's true. I'm not interested anyone. I... I'm damaged. Broken,” she tried to explain, shrugging helplessly. “When I was a child, I was raped many times. I wasn't abused otherwise, always fed, clothed, and cared for, but... there was a large number of people living in our small Clan home. There were far more men than women, and when they got drunk, I was a convenient target.”

I looked up at her in shock and astonishment. I'd heard that she'd been raped, but I guess I thought that it was just once or twice when she was a young teenager. I didn't expect her to tell me the details!

Stoically, she continued her explanation. “So... when I got old enough that I was curious about sex, I tried it. I was hoping that it would be different, better... but it wasn't. I literally felt nothing. I wasn't upset or hurt or anything like that, but I also wasn't pleased. I had men vow to do whatever it took to show me what pleasure was supposed to be like, but they couldn't. It was fun if I had nothing better to do, but I usually have lots of better things to do, so I stopped trying. I realize that I'm just broken, and there's nothing anyone can do to fix me.”

I wanted to hug her and try to comfort her, but I also didn't want her to think that I was trying to force my affection on her. I will never understand how she feels! Most of all, I wished that she didn't feel broken. How can a person live with that?

“How...?” I wasn't sure if I even understood how she felt enough to ask.

“How did I figure it out? Well, one night, I was drinking in a bar, just to do something different. One of my prisoners had died, and I was feeling a bit pathetic. At some point, a man was drunk enough that he decided that I looked...” she twisted her lips as if trying to decide what to say, and then sighed. “Fuckable.” She shrugged as if apologizing that she couldn't find a better word.

“I could have killed him if I wanted to. He was clearly in the wrong, yanking me by my hair and dragging me away to some dark corner, but I didn't... I didn't even fight him! I liked the way my hair felt. I liked the way my body shivered. I liked everything he did to me. It was just like being raped all over again. He held me down, covered my mouth with a hand so that I couldn't scream, and rammed into me painfully.” Sang-Soif threw her hands out emphatically and jumped to her feet.

“How could I just let him do that to me and like it?!” She roared out the question and then started pacing the room. “I mean really? I'm a member of Clan Blood! My job is to torture and kill terrible criminals! My name means blood thirst! How could my uncles and cousins and – sadly yes – even some of my brothers have broken me so badly that I can't even have regular sex with a good man and enjoy it?!”

She stopped pacing just as agitatedly as she started, and whipped around to face me. “So, you see? I – I am flattered that you love me, but I can't do anything about it. I'm almost certain that you don't have what it takes to please my twisted desires. Even if you tried, the most I could hope for is something less tedious than outright boredom!”

I was speechless, and confused all over again. “It... sounds like... you're saying... that you want me to try and that you wish I could please your – how did you say it – twisted desires.” I mean, maybe I was reading too much into it, but she sounded frustrated that she didn't have anyone willing to do what she needed them to.

I mentally smacked myself. She was right, of course. I'd only been having sex since yesterday morning. I couldn't possibly know how to do that to her, but once the idea had occurred to me, it wouldn't leave me alone.

“W-w-well!” She stuttered, confused herself now. “A-a-a-actually, I do sort of want someone to want me enough to try to fix me, but I didn't say that I wanted it to be you.” She sighed and visibly released all of her turbulent emotion. “I'm just happy that someone finally said they love me, and I do believe you mean it. I'd love nothing more than to be a regular woman who might like to take on a young lover, but, unfortunately... I just don't think it would work.”

I stood up and looked at her exactly the way that Glacèe had looked at me last night. I felt intense. Dark. It was almost as if she had challenged me to do whatever I wanted to her, so long as I didn't try to please her. I wanted her so badly that I was willing to give it a try, no matter how crazy it sounded.

She met my gaze calmly, challenging me silently to prove her right or prove her wrong. I could see that she really believed that I didn't have what it took to give her what she wanted. But if Glacèe could tie me up and show me something very close to heaven, then surely I could do the same to Sang-Soif!

I wasn't sure where to start, until I remembered her say that she liked having her hair pulled. Deliberately, I wound my hand around her silky black hair and then pulled until she was forced to bend her head to the side. She closed her eyes and moaned, but didn't say or do anything to stop me.

Oh Gods! What do I do now?!?! Do I force her to suck on me like Glacèe forced me to do to her, or do I reenact the night she just told me about, dragging her off and ramming into her? Inspiration struck ever so slightly.

“I don't want you hurting me with those claws of yours, so why don't we point them someplace safer?” I suggested pleasantly – as if discussing the weather – but I yanked her around by her hair until she was at the table. “Wrap your arms around your waist.” I ordered sharply, feeling for the first time ever like a Lord who was used to giving orders and being obeyed.

Sang-Soif did as she was told, a slightly impressed expression crossing her face for a split second. I then used her hair to push her until she was bent over the table. I really really really wanted to simply lick her until she started screaming, but by her own words, that wouldn't work. I felt more than a little like a selfish bastard for doing this, but even if she has twisted desires, doesn't she still deserve to have a lover who at least tries to give her what she needs?

With the hand not firmly holding her hair, I pushed her skirt up over her hips and back and even her hair. To my sadistic delight, she wore nothing under her skirt to get in my way. Her buttocks were smooth and creamy perfection which I longed to caress gently, but she wanted it rough. I smacked her across her left cheek, and watched it turn slightly red.

Sang-Soif moaned, her breathing increasing dramatically. “Oh,” she exhaled, clearly liking what I had done. She squirmed as if daring me to do it again, so I did. “Oh!” She gasped again. I was surprised to notice moisture dribble down her legs. For a moment, I thought she had wet herself, but it smelled faintly sweet.

What I did not know at the time – since I was so very focused on what I was doing – was that my father had come into the room at just that moment to say goodbye, but before he could say anything (and he admits that his first instinct was to come to her rescue), he realized that there was no way I could have put her in such a position if she didn't want to be there. This plus her obvious moans of pleasure made my dad decide to just leave the room and pretend like nothing had happened. He turned the lock on the inside of the door, stepped out of the room, closed it firmly without making a sound, and then intercepted Lily before she could get close enough to hear the next loud smack.

I knew none of this, otherwise I would have been too mortified to continue!

I spanked her a few more times, trying to be hard enough to please her without hurting my own hand, but I really didn't enjoy hurting her anywhere near as much as she enjoyed me doing it. I decided that as much as I wanted to take the time to play with her, she'd probably prefer if I just rammed into her.

My shaft was hard and dripping with the need to do just that anyway. All I needed to do was free it from its cloth prison, and then it could go to the one place I have dreamed of being for almost a year now. The air felt cool on my shaft just before I guided it between her legs.

She was so wet and slippery that I had trouble finding her hole at first, but then I found it and slipped in with unexpected suddenness. I groaned from the pleasure, embarrassingly ready to pump her full right then and there!

She sighed very softly in disappointment, letting me know that I wasn't doing anything to excite her at the moment. Fine, this experience is all about what she wants, not about me rutting like a horny teenaged pig, so I pushed aside my urge to fill her up and simply enjoy the feeling of being inside her.

Taking another cue from Glacèe, I readjusted my grip on Sang-Soif's hair, and then tugged on it slightly as I thumped into her. I wasn't sure I could do that thumping as powerfully or as rhythmically as Glacèe had, but I vowed to try my best. Sang-Soif gasped in astonishment, which I took as a good sign.

The table was very large and sturdy, so it did not slide across the room as I feared it might. Instead, it creaked and groaned, protesting the way we were using it. So long as we didn't break it, I didn't care what it thought of our abuse.

As I was quite literally trying to ram her into the table, Sang-Soif started kicking. I thought she was fighting me at first, until her shoes with the tall sharp heels went flying across the room. After that, she went a bit limp, her feet not quite able to stand on the ground. Her moans of pleasure increased in depth, so I guess she must have liked the way her legs dangled almost helplessly.

I grunted with each powerful thrust, thoroughly enjoying the way she squirmed and wiggled. It really was as if she was fighting to get away, but not very well in the slightest. Just enough to pretend like she was.

I nearly lost my load three times in less than five minutes, but I felt like I would be a pathetic excuse for a man if I couldn't hold out until she started squealing. I prayed to the Gods that they would help her, because I really didn't think that I could last too much longer. Especially not since her body started trembling and she got so incredibly tight.

I almost stopped to wait for the need to pump her full to pass, but the sound she made changed. Even though she didn't scream or squeal, I could tell that she had reached heaven. I thanked the Gods for their assistance, and then rammed myself inside her one last time. I roared happily, feeling like a lion claiming his territory.

I was sorely tempted to fall asleep right on her back as she dangled over the edge of the table, but I figured that she would get uncomfortable eventually and push me off. Even so, I rested on her for a few moments, wishing that I could pay the Gods all the money I had if I could just stay inside her forever.

When she finally managed to catch her breath a few moments later, she laughed. “Well, it seems I was wrong! Maybe you do have what it takes to please me after all.”

I tugged on her hair lightly before kissing the back of her neck. “Next time,” I stated in a low and dark tone of voice. “I want you completely naked.”

She laughed again. “Who ever said there would be a next time?”

“I did,” I growled, yanking on her hair and grinding my hips into her. “Because you are the one thing in this whole world I want more than money, more than being a Lord, more than having friends even! I am going to have you again and again until you get thoroughly sick of me!”

She exhaled in amazement. “You know... I think I believe you...”

I decided that I was flaccid enough that this position was no longer comfortable, so I withdrew from her, released her hair, and stuffed myself back inside my pants. She continued to dangle for a few seconds more, tempting me to spank her again. She gasped and groaned.

“By the Gods! Why do I want you again already?!”

“Really?” I asked, not fully believing her. “Just because I spanked you?” I did so again.

“Yes!” She confessed, squirming in invitation.

I shrugged. “Perhaps because you've never had a lover willing to do so before, and you need to make up for lost time.”

“You're probably right,” she murmured, moaning in encouragement. “Harder, really beat on my ass!”

I blushed, not used to hearing women use such terms. “No.”

She whimpered, clearly disappointed by my denial.

“I told you, the next time, you would be completely naked. If you insist on having the next time be now, you have to prove it by stripping for me,” I challenged her.

She was silent for a moment, and then slowly got to her feet. I was amazed to see how short she really was. I was used to her being taller than me, but without her heels, she actually only about the same height as I am. I grinned eagerly as I waited for her to undress.

“No...” She said, shaking her head. “You need to finish with the ledger, and it needs to be done correctly, otherwise, I will not do this again.”

As much as I was tempted to dive right into the ledger and get it done so that we could continue our playing. I would rather pull all my teeth out than add up another number. It gave me the incentive I needed to think about something completely different for a moment.

“Um... Actually, before I do that, I should probably tell you something important,” I informed her. “I... may need to...” I took a deep breath and then blurted out the rest. “Break Ardent's heart!”

Sang-Soif stared at me mysteriously for a moment, and then smirked knowingly. “I really don't see why. This might happen on occasion, but I'm not going to be your official lover. I've got too much on my plate as it is, running a dungeon and trying to help you be a good Lord. I really don't need to be thinking about sex every five minutes!”

I couldn't help but feel disappointed that she didn't want to move into my room and be chained to my bed, but I understood her decision.

“Besides, I know Ardent plans to share you with whoever you take as a wife someday, so I really don't think she'll have a problem sharing you with me,” Sang-Soif informed me with a smile.

“And Glacèe,” I muttered, looking away guiltily.

“What was that?” Sang-Soif asked, frowning because she hadn't heard me.

I picked at some imaginary lint on my shirt. “And Glacèe,” I repeated more clearly. “She was in my room last night and really didn't give me a choice in the matter. Come to think of it, neither did Ardent, but anyway... I have agreed to take Ardent on as my sort of official lover, but I really don't think that Glacèe will do that again. She didn't seem to want me to touch her at all, especially when she was done.”

Sang-Soif laughed, shaking her head. “That's just the way Glacèe is. Her master used to sleep literally on top of her at night, and she HATES any sort of touch when she's sleeping. I once had to wake her to deal with a prisoner, and she almost electrocuted me before I managed to scratch her and get away. If she wanted you once and thought that you were any kind of decent, she'll want you again.”

I took a deep breath as the enormity of it hit me. “Oh...”

So, in other words, all three of my adopted sisters wanted me, and they didn't mind sharing...

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Sanguine After Story - Short Sequel - Part 1

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Sanguine After Story

For my 16^th birthday, my father gave me a huge blank journal and suggested that I write down my private thoughts so that they cannot overwhelm me. I confess that I stared at it enviously for at least a week before I so much as dared to open it! The thick wood and leather covers were embossed with a beautiful orchard scene, which I suppose is meant to remind me that I come from rather simple origins – a farm. And yet, the journal is also expensive and represents how far I have already come, and how far I still have left to go.

So now, despite not really having time for something so silly as writing my thoughts, I have decided to sit down and take my father's advice...

16...

I may only be 16, but I feel so much older! A lot has happened to me in the last year; not even a full year! I feel completely different than the boy I once was. I might even go so far as to call myself a man.

When I first found out that my mother was the Lady of Clan Blood, and that I was her Heir, I foolishly thought that this made me different than everyone else. Special... Important... A Lord! But I was wrong.

I mean yes, I am a Lord, but I'm really no different than any other man. I still have to worry about little things such as taking care of my family and surviving the winter. The only real difference is that now, I have to worry about all of my people. Sometimes the vague dread that something will happen to my people and I'll be responsible for fixing it keeps me awake at night! Back when I was just a farm boy, I shared a room with my sisters and took comfort in their presence at night. Now I have no one to talk to if I wake up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep.

Sigh... Well, I guess that isn't entirely true. I can wake up anyone I want and insist that they talk to me, but it really isn't the same. To make matters worse, I am utterly confused! As much as I try to remain focused on my duties, my mind keeps wandering to her...

I think about her every second that I am awake, and I dream about her when I am asleep. I want to go to her and order her her comfort me as her Lord, but if she were to do that, I'd want it to be her choice...

I know that she couldn't possibly want me; I'm still a child compared to her!

And then... there's the fact that she's a ward of my mother, which sort of makes her my adopted sister. I shouldn't be thinking of her in this sinful manner, but I can't help it! I just want her so badly!

Sighing at myself in disgust, I set my journal aside and went to bed. That night, the dreams of her were so intense that I could almost swear that they were real. Only, I don't yet have the experience necessary to know what real feels like.

Sunlight tried to pry open my eyes even as my dream got stronger. If I didn't know better, I'd swear there was someone in my bed, under my covers, sucking on me! I opened my eyes so that I could see that no one was there, but a lump suggested that there might actually be someone in my bed with me. I threw the blanket aside, astonished to find vibrantly red hair covering my groin, hiding my view. I moaned in pleasure; the sight intensifying the feelings I'd been experiencing.

With a husky laugh, she paused her task to look at me, the sunlight making her green eyes glow like emeralds. I was astonished – not only that this was really happening, but by who was doing it.

“Ardent?!” I gasped out incredulously. “What are you doing?!”

She laughed at me like I was a silly little boy. “I would think that should be obvious!”

I moaned again as her hand continued the task her mouth had been performing a moment ago. I will not lie and say that I didn't like it, but I felt like I should stop her anyway for some reason. I held her hand still, but she responded to this by crawling up my body and kissing me. As she kissed me, she very abruptly impaled herself on my shaft, taking my breath away.

She inhaled slowly – a grimace on her face – then slowly exhaled, softly muttering: “Ow...”

“Ardent,” I stated with a frown, trying to wrap my mind around everything that was happening so suddenly. “This is wrong... I am supposed to think of you as my sister.” Even as I said this, my hands grasped her hips and I ground into her. The feeling just too good not to explore. Plus, I had hoped I would know the pleasure of a woman soon now that I was the age when most girls got married and most boys took their first lovers.

Ardent snorted wryly. “You may say that this is wrong, but you certainly act like it's right!” She kissed me again, and then sat up, still impaled by me. She still looked a little pained.

“Are you hurt?” I asked in concern.

“No,” she murmured unconvincingly. “I knew it was supposed to hurt the first time, I just didn't realized that it would hurt that much. I'm fine now,” she insisted, grinding her hips into mine to prove her point.

I was confused all over again. “Why?” I asked. “Why me, I mean. Why now? Why not do this the proper way with sweet talk and a little...” I shrugged, not knowing the word for what was missing.

“Oh Gavin,” she murmured with a soft chuckle and a tiny smile. My hands were more than happy to help her rock back and forth, grinding into me most pleasantly. She looked at the ceiling to hide a light blush.

“Well, it's like this, last night, Sang-Soif, Glacèe, and I were talking about – OH! – this and that, and I asked Sang-Soif about sex. She's had lovers before, and I wanted to know what it was like. I've been dying to try it. Well, she had a lot to say on the subject, but one thing really stood out. She told me that I was lucky to not have been raped as a child. Both she and Glacèe were, you know. She then said that she doesn't care if I one day have sex with every man on the planet, but that the first time is special; a gift... Something I can only give once and that I should choose someone important to me that I won't regret giving this gift to.”

Ardent leaned over and kissed me again, smiling shyly. “My only thought was of you. I think I have loved you since the first moment I saw you! I don't care if we never have sex again, but as I lay fingering myself this morning, I just knew it had to be you my first time. So, I came in here before I lost my nerve!”

My mouth hung open in shock. “I had no idea you felt that way! Ardent... I...”

Ardent sat up to look at the ceiling again. “I know, you're a Lord and have to marry a fancy Lady one day and have heirs. I can't keep you all to myself – and honestly, I don't want to! I want to have other lovers and maybe find someone meant just for me someday, it's just.... Well, as I said, I wanted the first one to be you.”

I brushed some hair out of Ardent's face and tugged on her until she looked at me. Smiling, I pulled her close for a kiss. “I had someone in mind for my first time too, but I am certain that she will never be mine, so... Instead, my first time is right here with a gorgeous and surprising redhead. I say that since this memory is probably going to stick with us until we die, we should probably make it a memory worth blushing over whenever we think about it!”

Ardent laughed happily. “I think I can manage that!”

As much as I longed to simply roll her under me and bang into her until I finally felt what it was like to pump a woman full, I meant it when I said that I had imagined my first time. There were so many other things I wanted to do before finishing! Such as suck on her nipples... So, instead of rolling her under me, I rolled us onto our sides so that we could kiss and explore each other thoroughly. We were still joined and rocking our bodies together slowly, but it felt incredible in a way that didn't set me off too soon.

My father and older friends had all tried to explain to me – at different times – what sex was like, but nothing they told me could have prepared me for this. Knowing that I simply have to keep thrusting into her until I cum – it sounds so cut and dry! They were trying not to be crude – of course – but now that I am doing it, I have to wonder if there's something specific I need to do to her for her to feel good.

Kissing seemed like a good place to start, but it also didn't feel like enough. I finally worked up the courage to just ask her. “How is this? Am I doing it right?”

“Feels good to me,” she assured me softly, but she didn't sound sure.

Suddenly, I wished I knew at least one woman who could have showed me what to do before this point, but since it was too late to change things, I vowed to make the best of the situation. I stroked her body and kissed her until she started purring and moaning. That had to be a good sign.

I started to feel an inexplicable urgency. It felt like I had to speed up. It felt like I had to pound into her. It felt like I had to finish soon or die trying! I rolled her under me and dug my fingers into her hips as much as possible.

She was gasping and crying out as she dug her nails into my back. It felt good even as I was suddenly grateful that she didn't have the sharp metallic nails unique to Clan Blood. Suddenly, my blood started feeling both hot and cold and tingly. I shuddered lightly as I roared into her ear. The sensation of pumping her full was mind boggling! I already longed to do it again as soon as possible.

We lay tangled together, breathing heavily for some time. Unexpectedly, she burst out giggling. “Thank you! That was better than anything I could have expected!”

I grinned at her, kissing her simply because her pink lips looked swollen and oh so kissable. Just when I wondered if my body would cooperate so that we could go again, a thought occurred to me that made me gasp in horror and sit up.

“Oh no!”

“What?” Ardent asked curiously.

“My father told me that I'm supposed to – uh...” I fumbled awkwardly, blushing in embarrassment that I had to say it out loud to a girl. “Uh, pull out at the last possible moment so that I don't accidentally get any lover who isn't my wife pregnant.”

Ardent smiled at me in a way that made me wonder if she thought I was an idiot. “There are herbs I can take to prevent pregnancy. I promise I'll take some today and continue taking them for as long as we decide to be lovers.”

Sighing in relief, I kissed her again. “Thank you. I'm already so busy being the Lord of Clan Blood that I just don't know if I could handle being a father too.”

“Yeah, I understand. I know that you still don't understand why your mother had your father raise you on his own, but I do! I could not be a 16 year old mother working in the dungeon all day and then coming out to try and take care of a child! Could you imagine?! 'Hey sweetie, how are you? Mama beat up another bad man today, but don't worry, I didn't kill this one!' Sheesh!”

I stared at her in utter astonishment for several long moments, my mouth hanging open. She must have thought she'd done something wrong because she smoothed her hair self consciously and shied away from me.

“What?” She asked defensively.

“It's just...” I shook my head with a helpless shrug. “Well, I never thought of it that way before. I want so badly to be angry with my mom for abandoning me as a baby and then leaving me again practically the moment I found out who she is, but... I kept telling myself that she did it for me. So that I could be a happy little boy. Then I get mad because I was happy growing up, but yet I still wanted to know her!” I sighed heavily. “I never once thought how it must have felt for her as a mother to do what she did...”

Ardent pulled me back atop her and snuggled into me. “Don't be too mad at her. My parents hated me! I was just another mouth to feed, the youngest of six children and the only girl. I got yelled at and blamed for everything. My father started hitting me when I was very little. He'd come home from a long day in the fields angry and frustrated, and he'd hit me because I was there. At first, my mom tried to chide him and tell him to stop, but then she started doing it to. She'd hit me whenever anything went wrong. By the time I was 12, I was so afraid of doing anything at all unless it made one of them mad!”

I felt Ardent shiver ever so slightly. “On the night of the yearly Winter Solstice party – as my parents were getting ready to come to the castle, I was so excited! I was finally old enough to meet Lady Sanguine! I had heard enough about her think she must be so … confident, so... strong! I wanted to see the Lady that – once upon a time ago – managed to beat up Big Mike!”

Ardent wasn't really looking at me, but I saw the light in her eyes die. She suddenly looked almost dead. Part of me was really afraid to hear what she would say next.

“They took offense to my excitement. I think they were afraid that I planned to tell my Lady about them and what they did to me, but the funny thing is, I wouldn't have dared! I was too afraid to provoke their anger! They decided that they couldn't take any chances, and so told me that I had to stay home. I didn't want to anger them, so I choked on a protest. Tears welled up in my eyes. I don't know why, but that made them so mad! They took turns punching and hitting me, calling me names and telling me how worthless I was, until I lay on the floor, too broken to move. I was in too much pain to even cry! It took all my concentration to simply breathe...”

I wished I knew how to comfort her! I felt so useless! All I could do was hold her as she fought not to start crying.

“The truly ironic thing is that Lady Sanguine sensed that something was wrong. Girls my age – sort of friends of mine – softly wondered why I wasn't at the party, and my brothers all looked miserable. When Lady Sanguine danced with my oldest brother – he was nearly 20 and had plans to get married and move out soon – he finally decided that he had nothing to lose. When she asked him what was wrong, he told her that our parents had beaten me – probably to death – and had left me on the floor like – like.... like garbage...”

Ardent wiped away the small drops of moisture from the corners of her eyes. She sat up and took a deeply cleansing breath. “But then everything changed! Lady Sanguine took me away from my parents. She sent my father to her dungeon for breaking the law – one she had once dictated – gave my oldest brother a nice farm to work so that he could support our other brothers and his new wife and future children, and left my mother a bitter and broken women with nothing. She had always taken great pride in my brothers. She loved and cherished them! To have them taken away was so devastating that she took her own life. My father died in the dungeon – unable to withstand even a 10^th of what he had put me through!”

Ardent snorted a sadistically pleased laugh. “He was pathetic! Lady Sanguine let me watch as she tried to reform him, but he was too weak to last more than a couple of days! And now...”

Ardent pierced me with her fiery green eyes. “I'm finally happy! I owe your mother my life!” Her expression changed, growing smoky with desire. “And yes I really do love you, but it has nothing to do with her. It has everything to do with who you are. How you behave, how kind you are, how honorable you are. I know you would never hit anyone except for in self defense.”

I nodded slowly because she was right about that. She kissed me, a soft lingering kiss that made my groin respond. Her hands discovered what was suddenly poking her, and stroked me curiously.

“I don't expect you love me,” Ardent confessed, kissing me again. “But if you want me to, I'd love to come into your room every morning to wake you up and make your day special right from the start!”

I went cross eyed just thinking about this! I stuttered for several long moments until my brain finally figured out how to talk again. “Of course!” I blurted out. “I'd like that!”

By lunch time, I was starving! I staggered into the room reserved for family meals feeling like I was crawling across a desert into an oasis. My stomach growled so loudly that I thought a lion was roaring in the hall outside the door!

My father saw me and laughed. “I know this is the first time that you've had a break from all your work in months, but I thought you'd be more rested. A good night's sleep and all.”

He knew I had trouble sleeping in the castle, so it must have made sense to him that I'd slept badly or something. I grunted noncommittally, too hungry to speak. I piled more food on my plate than I could possibly eat, and then slumped into the first possible chair – which was right next to my father. He let me shove food into my face in silence for a few minutes, and then finally seemed to make a decision. He looked around to confirm that we were alone, and then took a sip of his tea.

“Gavin... son...” he began uncertainly.

“Yes?” I asked curiously.

“Since this is the first time you haven't been busy in ages, and since you recently turned 16, I was thinking that perhaps it might be a good time to...” He looked away and I could swear that he was blushing.

“To what?” I wondered, interested to know what could make my dad so embarrassed.

He made a strange noise as he gathered the courage to just spit it out. “It might be a good time for me to take you to a brothel and help you choose a woman for your first taste of – ”

I laughed, not in embarrassment like I'm sure he assumed, but because I found his timing hilarious. “Dad... Ardent took care of that just this morning.”

“Ardent!” Dad roared in astonishment.

I nodded my head in confirmation. “I know what you're thinking, that she's technically my adopted sister and I shouldn't think of her like that, but –”

My dad cut me off, nodding in agreement. “You're right, I wasn't expecting that, but if you'll just give me a few minutes to wrap my head around this, I think I can – yep! I can see why you'd choose her. She's the right age and you're around her all of the time. Plus she's really cute!”

I chuckled softly, looking down at my plate. “Actually, she chose me. I also wasn't thinking of her in that way, but now I see that she's gorgeous and fun and...” I shrugged, not knowing how to explain it better than that.

“Ahhh...” My father drawled knowingly. “So that's why you were stumbling about like a drunken sailor! No breakfast coupled with hours of strenuous exercise...” He chuckled before taking another sip of his tea.

“And why I'm ravenous!” I added before shoving more food into my mouth.

“I miss those days...” my father mumbled very softly before downing the last of his tea and gathering up his things.

“Dad?” I blurted out before he could leave. I blushed because even when he had first tried to explain sex to me, I had never thought to ask this. “Was... was there ever... any other lovers? Other than mom?”

“Just women in the brothel,” he stated with a shrug. “I never wanted anyone other than her.”

“What about now? She's married now; don't you deserve the same?” I asked, wishing for him to find happiness again.

He shook his head just a tiny bit. “I don't know, maybe, if I find a good woman who has already had her children and just wants companionship, but... I don't really need to get married just to have sex.”

I sighed morosely and nodded in understanding. He once confessed to me that he had waited his whole life for my mother to marry him. It seems that he hasn't given up on her just yet.

One of the best things about living in a castle as a Lord is that I can do pretty much anything I want. If I want to invite people over, I do it! And if I want to learn something new, it's just a matter of inviting the right person over. That night at dinner illustrated the point well.

“You're learning so much!” Lord Godric of Clan Storm boomed proudly. “All three of you!” He grinned at my sisters for a moment each, and then focused on me. “It's rare for a man not born to it to take up the sword and do so well, but I think that you could probably defend yourself pretty well in a fight. … So long as you aren't fighting your mother or her wards,” he added in a quiet mutter.

My father heard him and laughed. “Or her sisters!” He sent an amused grin to Lord Godric's wife, the Lady Abattre.

She pretended to glare at him for a moment, and then chuckled softly. “It's true that your children aren't at the level they would need to be to work in the dungeon, but that's not their goal. I think that they have come very close to achieving their goal, which is simply knowing how to defend themselves.” Her husband nodded in agreement.

Lord Godric of Clan Storm was renowned throughout the Kingdom as the strongest and best warrior. He spent many a year traveling the world picking fights just to test and improve his skill, before returning and entering their Majesties service. If he truly thought that my sisters and I were doing well, then it must be true, but I didn't feel like I was getting any better at handling a sword.

Maybe he was simply referring to my skills in unarmed combat. We were all learning how to fight from Abattre just as I was learning the sword from Godric, and I'll admit that I was pretty good at disarming my opponent and using his weapon against him, it's just that I really wanted to be an expert swordsman like a Lord is supposed to be.

I sighed, reminding myself to have patience. If Godric saw potential in me, there must be potential. Right? I'm still amazed that – according to my mother – I am somewhat related to this legendary hero! It was a shock to sit next to him at my mother's wedding, but after the initial awe had faded a bit, Godric was an easy man to get along with. He had a sense of humor that perfectly complimented his wife's no-nonsense attitude. It was funny to watch them interact; they were a bit like Ardent and Glacèe.

I glanced over at Ardent, wondering if she had thought about me at all during the day. She was serenely eating her dinner, which was actually unusual for her. It was normal for her to be yelling and arguing over everything! I'd love to think that our morning had tamed her inner beast, but I knew that the real culprit was that she was also training with Godric, and he had sparred with her until she literally dropped from exhaustion. I am almost certain that she simply didn't have the energy to argue about anything!

She sensed me looking at her, looked up, and gave me a tiny smile. I returned her smile, and then shifted my attention to Glacèe, who was frowning at me. This was also unusual as she was normally the one who was serene at all times.

“What?” I wondered, my interest piqued.

“You are trying to learn the wrong weapon!” Glacèe informed me. “You're talents are better suited to speed than strength. Much like – well – most of Clan Blood. Lady Sanguine and Sang-Soif have their nails, I have my lightning, and you...” She shook her head in disapproval. “You're trying to learn the sword when clearly you'd be better with lightning or a whip or something light and fast.”

“Hmm...” Godric mused, stroking his beard. “You might have a point...”

“But I like the sword!” I protested. “It's the weapon of a Lord!”

Godric boomed with laughter. “That's certainly true! But it's not the only weapon suitable for a Lord.”

“I guess,” I mumbled, letting the subject drop as I finished my food.

“Well I – for one – would love to learn how to use lightning!” Lily stated, puffing her chest up proudly.

“I'm sure you would, little one,” Godric replied, ruffling her hair affectionately. “But I'm afraid that your father has forbidden you from learning anything other than basic self defense until you are older.”

“Aww!” Lily groaned. “That's so unfair!” She was clearly upset by this, but she didn't bother to argue. She knew our father wouldn't change his mind until he was good and ready to.

When I returned to my room that night, I wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and pass out. I was exhausted! Not even a hot and relaxing bath sounded appealing, which would probably make my mother frown in disappointment, since she'd once told me that a bath at the end of each day was an excellent way to unwind and let go of anything I didn't want to think about.

I stared at the tub in shock, rubbing my eyes because I was certain that I had something in them, making me see the impossible.

“Glacèe...” I murmured in confusion. “What are you doing bathing in my room?”

She took a deep breath and then purred as she exhaled it. “Well, I guess you could say that I've gone mad...” She stood up so that I had a good view of her naked body. I watched all the little streams of water flow back down to the tub, drinking in the sight of her luscious body.

Ardent was undeniably gorgeous in face, but her body was a bit on the plain side. Glacèe, on the other hand, was rather plain in face, but her body was full and curvy in ways I had only dreamed of seeing! I never once imagined actually seeing Glacèe's body, but now that I was, I sincerely wanted to touch it too!

Glacèe smirked at me mysteriously. “Sit!” She commanded as she swept her brunette hair up into a towel and twisted it in a way so that it would stay on top of her head.

“Uh...” I murmured in confusion.

She pushed me into a chair, nearly making it fall over in the process, but one of her strong hands caught it before I tumbled to the floor. She got eye to eye with me, her dark brown eyes staring intensely into my own light brown ones, and then did absolutely nothing. I found this a bit unnerving for some reason.

“Um... Glacèe... What are you doing?” I asked, still utterly baffled.

“Last night, Sang-Soif, Ardent, and I had a very interesting conversation. She was giving advice to Ardent, but I found myself surprise to realize that some of it applied to me as well. You see, I was once a slave. I had one rather decent master, and he took good care of me... except that he liked to have sex with me whenever he wanted. He was a small man, so he didn't hurt me – and by this I mean that he was literally a midget with a penis the size of my little finger. He couldn't hurt me, so I was able to more or less ignore what he was doing and...

“Go elsewhere in my mind, I suppose. I formed an icy shell and retreated inside it. My name is now Glacèe for a reason...”

She smirked at me again. “I had no choice until my master died and Lady Sanguine bought me in the slave auction. She freed me and transformed me into a confident woman. I don't have to let anyone touch me ever again! But... I want to. I like to! I like having certain prisoners at my mercy...”

I frowned, not really understanding what she was trying to say. “What does any of this have to do with me?”

Glacèe purred again, a sort of menacing sound that made my hair stand up a tiny bit. “Well, Sang-Soif told Ardent that she should make sure her first time was with someone she wouldn't regret – since she had a choice in the matter – and it got me thinking. If the only men I ever have sex with in my life are a slave master and dozen or so lucky prisoners, then what does that say about me? I just know I would regret dying if I hadn't added at least one good man to the list!”

My mouth suddenly went dry and I gulped like a fish out of water. “Wait, me?!”

Glacèe nodded very slowly so that I could see how serious she was.

“But why me?” I wondered. I didn't really want to do this if her answer was that I was the only man available that fit her description of good.

“Because I can already see how great you are going to be. You aren't going to be the type who would ever get thrown in a dungeon. Your father raised you to be kind and caring. You make me want to protect you from men like those in my dungeon, and you make me want to be there for you when you need me. I wouldn't call what I feel love. It's more like... admiration maybe, or respect, but after thinking about having sex with you, I suddenly realized that I would regret not. Does that make sense?”

In a strange way, it did. I think. Not able to speak because I was far too nervous, I nodded.

“Good,” Glacèe stated. She gracefully rested her bottom on the table in front of the chair I was sitting on, and then delicately placed a leg on each of the arm rests. Her hand shot out and grabbed my hair, yanking my head forward until it was buried in her womanhood. “Now, here's what I want you to do.”

Following her directions, I quickly learned what a woman tasted like and that there actually was a spot to make her feel good. I was ordered to lick her for a long time, varying between circles and up and down strokes. She even wanted me to suck on a tiny appendage that got somewhat hard like a nipple. Doing so made her shake uncontrollably and cry out in a way that was very loud and unashamed. I didn't believe it was possible for Glacèe to make such noises! She was always so quiet and calm.

Just when I felt like I was starting to understand what I was doing, she pushed my head away, gasping: “Enough!”

I watched her melt onto the table and wondered what I should do next. She panted heavily for a few moments, and then started laughing huskily. “Well done! Now it's time for you to get undressed.” She rose up onto her elbows as she said this so that she could look me in the eye. “I want to watch, and feel free to be embarrassed as you get naked for me for the first time.”

I wondered how she knew that? I mean since this wasn't technically my first time having sex, shouldn't I be past the embarrassing awkwardness of getting naked in front of a lover? I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, her eyes making me all the more nervous until my hands were trembling.

She grinned at me in a way that was almost evil, clearly cherishing as each piece of clothing came off. Suddenly, I was naked. I felt shy and unworthy for some reason. I had an overwhelming urge to cross my legs and hide the prominently hard proof that I was ready for her.

She stood up from the table and started purring again as she stalked me. I unconsciously took a step back each time she took a step forward, until the back of my legs hit the side of my bed. I squeaked apprehensively.

She pushed me hard enough for me to fall onto my back, and then reached under a pillow. A moment later, she pulled a rope out of hiding, but I had no idea how it had gotten there! I suddenly wanted to escape from her, but she was used to dealing with men bigger and stronger than me. I literally could not resist her as she tied my hands behind my head in a way that I couldn't move them without choking myself.

“There,” she purred happily. “Now that that's settled...”

With surprising strength, she repositioned me so that I was comfortable on the bed with my shaft pointing emphatically at the ceiling.

“Um... Glacèe? Is this really necessary? I don't like having my hands tied up,” I informed her, testing to see how much I could wiggle without depriving myself of air.

“Don't worry, you'll be fine!” She assured me with a fake grin that worried me to no end. I had visions of any number of terrible things that she might do to me. Things she'd learned to do in a dungeon that my father still refused to let me see. Not even for a second; not even despite the fact that this was my castle and my dungeon!

Rather than beat me, as I half expected, she simply sat down on me, sliding onto my shaft in one smooth thrust. Her womanly orifice was so soft and silky and warm! I loved the feeling of her on my shaft.

“Now, remember one very important thing...” she warned me with a mysterious smirk. “The only thing that matters is what I want. If you try to shoot your load inside me – or worse, if you actually do – you are going to be punished!”

“What? Punished how?” I wondered, very apprehensive.

“Just don't go off and you won't have to find out,” she stated with a shrug.

It took her a few moments to get truly comfortable, but then she was ready. One of her hands buried itself between her legs – no doubt finding that spot she had shown me – and her other hand massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. All the while, she was sliding up and down on my shaft. I went cross-eyed from the pleasure, chanting : “Oh gods!”

She rode me however she wanted, alternating between faster and slower. Her inner muscles would get tighter each time she was about to start screaming again, and then they would clamp down on me randomly. Each time made my toes curl and I wished I could grab her hips and hang on for dear life.

It became apparent before too long that I wanted to fill her up. I ached to fill her up! It was all I could think about, but I didn't want to find out what a professional torturer would do to me as punishment if I did. It became a form of torture figuring out how to stop myself from cumming inside her when I wanted to so very badly.

I am impressed to say that I lasted much longer than I would have thought possible. The clocked chimed the quarter hour three times before I could not hold back any longer! She was screaming for the third or fourth time, and the way her muscles rippled all around me felt like sheer and utter heaven.

“Dear Gods, please help me!” I begged, but it was too late. I was pumping her full and it felt better than anything I have ever experienced in my whole life! My throat felt raw as I roared in triumph.

Glacèe laughed at me. A throaty laugh that indicated that she was planning to do evil things to me. “I was wondering how long you would last. I thought for sure that you were going to lose it right after I started, but thanks to you, I feel glorious!” She leaned forward to kiss me. “However, that doesn't mean that you won't be punished. I warned you...”

“But!” I protested the best I could with a dry throat and heaving breaths. “You just admitted that you kept going until I finished! If you didn't want me to do it, then why didn't you stop a while ago?

“Because... I wanted to see what kind of stamina you had, and how long you could last,” she admitted, then kissed me again. It was a lingering kiss that would have helped wet my mouth if hers wasn't bone dry as well. Then – as abruptly as she had slid onto my shaft – she stood up and stepped forward until she was in position to kneel over my head. She lowered herself until my face was once more buried in her womanhood.

“You know what to do, and don't bother being squeamish about it. I'm not going anywhere until I feel you've been punished enough.” Glacèe wiggled her hips slightly, smearing the juices of our lovemaking on my cheeks and chin.

I was reluctant at first, but then she shifted just enough to cover my nose and make it impossible for me to breathe. I had no choice but to open my mouth and try to breathe that way, but it was no use. The taste of us was strange, sort of sweet and salty at the same time. I probed her with my tongue, finding the experience rather enjoyable considering that I couldn't breathe and this was supposed to be a punishment. She relented by leaning back just enough for air to reach me.

I have no idea how long she made me suffer my “punishment,” but I am certain that she was clean long before I was allowed to stop. She shuddered delicately from time to time, sighing and moaning in pleasure as she ground her hips into my face, but she didn't start screaming again. Eventually, she gasped out: “Finally!”

I wondered what she meant by this, but a hand soon let me know as she reached back to stroke my shaft. “You also took quite some time to get hard again, but I don't mind. It just means that you are not likely to go off again no matter how long I play with you.”

She stood up as abruptly as she did everything, and then settled herself so that she was sitting on my shaft again. She was in no hurry this time. I don't think she was in a hurry the first time, but this time, she went frustratingly slow. She wasn't rubbing herself, but rather rocking and grinding her hips as if searching for something. The look on her face was one of deep concentration at first, but as time passed, she looked blissful – as if she had found heaven or something very close to it.

It was then that she started thumping herself down on me in hard strokes that made me grunt. It felt incredible, but I wondered what this was doing for her. Each thump shook the whole bed, making a racket as if someone was pounding on the wall. The walls were made of stone – I think – so I'm not sure they could be pounded on and make that noise, but it was interesting to think about.

Each thump also sent thrills from my groin throughout my body. I liked it and wanted her to thump just a little harder, if possible. She didn't, instead maintaining a steady pace of thumping for a good two hours. By this time, I seriously wanted to fill her up again and go to sleep, but she looked so happy that I was reluctant to interrupt her. And besides, whereas before I couldn't stop myself from cumming inside her, now I couldn't make myself do so! Instead, I was hovering just on the edge, which slowly started to feel like another form of torture.

“Ah,” she gasped softly. Her breath changed from focused to tiny pants – as if she was trying to catch her breath but there was no air to be found. One last powerful thump had her gasp and then sound as if she was choking. She threw her head back and cried out to the ceiling as her hands clutched the hairs on my chest. I could feel her whole body vibrating in an almost magical way. It was contagious in that I now had the ability to do what I desperately wanted to do; pump her full and pass out.

When she was done, she collapsed on top of me. Each breath was almost musical as she moaned and sighed happily. She laughed softly, and then kissed me.

“As I suspected, you were...”

“What?” I wondered, struggling to stay awake long enough to hear her answer.

“The best I've ever had,” she murmured in my ear. She kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair, and then untied the rope binding my hands together and to my neck. Finally, she slipped out of bed.

“Don't go,” I mumbled in sleepy protest. I wanted her to stay and help me sleep, but honestly, I think she had taken care of that already.

“I must,” she insisted. “I can't stand anyone touching me while I sleep.”

And with that, she pulled a robe on and left my room.

Go to Part 2 

Science is God

I KNOW I have said this before, but I think it bears repeating...

I am watching a science show with Neil deGrasse Tyson, and I like him for the most part. I think he is quite valuable and a very smart man, but he has a fundamental flaw that ruffles my feathers, lol!

He seems very harsh against the possibility of a God - any God. His philosophy seems to be that if science can explain it, then God didn't do it, and if someone thinks God did it, then they just don't know enough about science yet to explain it.

I find his reasoning blatantly asinine, because he is in effect stating that there is no such thing as a God - any God - and that anyone who believes in God is "ignorant" - his actual word.

Here's my take on it, God is Science, and Science IS GOD! So, for example, let's say a child is born with a disability. We'll use Autism for an example because it is becoming very prevalent in this day and age. NdGT used epilepsy as his example. He says that in older times, when and BECAUSE people could not explain it scientifically, they automatically blamed the devil. But science has proven that it is simply uncontrollable neurons misfiring.

I am certain that any autistic children born in that same era would have been either reviled as devil children, or considered "special" and "Touched by God." Even IF science could definitively explain EXACTLY what autism is and how it happens (Science can explain much about it, but not all, yet), that DOES NOT take away the possibility that (one) God (or another) had a hand in the creation of that child. That does not automatically mean that a God did not stand over the parents at the time of conception with the soul that would be born discussing its future life and the challenges it would face. 

In that moment, it could have been decided that this conceiving couple would experience the relative "misfortune" of an autistic child. And from that moment on, every event that needs to occur for autism to become a possibility happens and the child becomes autistic. The parents then learn to care and provide for their beautiful and unique child, and they become more spiritual as people.

Why does the fact that science CAN (or will be able to in the future) explain something take the power of that thing out of God's hands? I mean let's say - for one moment - that the Christian God (my least favorite one) happened to create the entire universe. Then that means that ALL of the laws of the universe were created by him, and if he wants to do something - such as perform a miracle - then he does it by using the laws he created, which is then explained by science and dismissed as a rare but possible event.

Thus my statement that God is Science and Science is God! They are not mutually exclusive and the existence of one does not eliminate the existence of the other. Sigh...