Part #2. First part below.23:49 Jun 24 2023
Times Read: 167
She leaned back on the wooden desk, the edge biting into her soft skin as he threw the apple core out the window behind her. Her hands moved to his chest- but not to push him away as she intended. Instead she moved her hands along his strong muscular pecs, upward to his neck. He leaned in to put his weight onto the table, testing its strength as he plans to lift her onto it and have his way.
“Is there a husband I shall be worried about?” Sadness filled her eyes, and he was instantly filled with regret. She moved her eyes to the side, saying softly “He was killed a few years ago, after a long illness.” “I am sorry to hear of this, my lady.” He said, even though he was only saying what was expected. If she had said yes, would he have stopped what was going to happen? He would never know.
He put his lips to her ear, buried his face in her long silky hair. “Do you wish for me to stop?” She gave a delightful soft moan as he nibbled the lobe of her ear. The sound had an effect to his body that left little in doubt that he wanted this soft wet female. “We do need to warm up.” She said so softly he barely heard her from the rain pounding on the shed roof, into the open area the roof had fallen in.
He turned his face as his hands moved to her hair, sinking into the wet silk, as he lifted her face upward. One last look into those brown eyes, he took her lips. She clung to him as he plunged into her mouth, demanding, hungry. But then she had a hunger of her own. One that had not been satisfied
in years.
He broke the kiss and she looked up into the blue eyes of a clear sky. She shocked herself when she gave a joyful laugh as he picked her up, placed her on the wooden table, moving between her legs. “Now- lets me see about warming all of you up.” Her hands moved into his wet brown shoulder length hair and tugged his lips back to her own.
After a few deep kisses he pulled back a little on his own demand but was very pleased she leaned toward him, keeping the kissing going as he pulled at the ties on his pants. She lifted her lips from his, watching as he pushed his pants downward. Seeing him in his fully aroused state she licked her swollen lips, the taste of the apple he ate mixed in with his own flavor.
He lifted the wet clothing at her hips, moving them upward till he bared what he was seeking. She leaned back, the wet clothing doing little as her harden nipples teased his eyes. He gave her a wolfish smile and bent down between her legs, leaving her hands to travel and tangle into his hair as she threw her head back, eyes closing, as the rain falling through the open window.
Her mouth opens in a gasp as he used the beard to tease her, his chin hair scraping along her sensitive skin. Then the tongue that had played with her own, thrusting into her mouth, twirling about her tongue as they kissed did so in other places. Then she felt just how long his tongue was, teasing … she screamed, her hands pulling at his hair but he stayed in place, bringing her the heat he had promised her.
He lifted his head, rubbing at his lips as she drop her hands to the side. He gave a soft laugh, one she found just started the burn again. She reached out and grip his hips with both her hands, pulling him toward her. The horse gave a stomp of his feet, the exhale of breath covered up the man’s own low growl. This woman was in need of taken, not ashamed to show it. He step forward as her own hot soft hand guided him, and he thrust forward, sinking into a velvet bath. She arched her back, moving her hips a little forward on the table till they settled into position.
The horse snorted the air, giving a neighing sound as the knight took the woman, the table creaking as the wind blew even more rain in on the mating couple. Lighting stroke the ground outside with in a few feet but neither noticed. As steady as the rain came down- is as steady as he took the woman, as his deep breathing warmed the air above her. Her nails made indentions on his back, his upper arms as she held onto him, adding to his wounds. But these wounds he would look at fondly hours later.
As she screamed out, her own sound lost in the wind, taken away from the shed as the storm broke, he joined her. Her soft wetness, so hot and tight, milked the last of his seed. He leaned into her, both laying as their breathing calmed. He kissed the side of her neck, his hot face sticking to her hair. Pulling back, he moved out from between her legs and turned to pull on his pants. Giving her a moment of privacy, he petted the horse, calming him. And noticed the storm had moved on.
The sound of the table creaking had him looking over his shoulder to see she had stood, moving toward the rest of her clothing. Truth told, he was a little weak. And he would like nothing more than have a bed, a fire to spend a few hours with the lady. She had tug on the rest of her clothing and picked up the apple basket. “I will leave you Sir, the storm is blown over.”
He stood, stun. When she turned to wedge herself out the small opening in the door, he steps up, caught her arm. “I can give you a ride to your home, just let me saddle …” “It would be best we part here, now.” He let her hand go, and she turned… but then turned back to him, handing him an apple. “The horse, later. Too many apples are not good for him. It should be a treat only.” He took the apple, thinking she was talking about more than the apple. “As you wish, my lady.” One finally look into her brown eyes, and she was gone.
He stood, watching her go, her dress catching on the small tree branches the storm blew down, moving about the larger limbs. The horse hit his back with his head, giving a snort. “I know. But we will see her again.” He turned patting the brute of a horse, pulling the apple away when he tried to bite it. “You heard what she said.” He laughed as the horse threw its head in disagreement.
He looked out the small opening in the door, the lady gone from sight. But her scent was on him, coating his body in places. Yes- he would see her again.
A few days later—
Her father stood, his face red as he spoke to the collector. He was a toad of a man, crocked as can be. Taking shares of crops and livestock. She looked at the barn, at the empty stale. Her own beloved mare had gone to auction to try and save the farm. To keep her father from having this very fight.
A loud sound of hooves coming up the dirt road made both men turn and her step out from behind the barn. She knew her father would not want her near as he begged again for time to get the additional taxes the newest Lord had imposed on his lands.
She knew that horse, the rider. What was he doing here? And was… he pulled his horse to a stop, and she walked quickly toward him. His eyes were drawn to her, her hair up in a braid, twisted at her neck. Her work clothing. His horse snorted, the scent of her adding to his own pleasure of seeing the woman with the treats.
The gray mare he held the lead of pulled, whined and he let her go. The gray beauty ran to the woman, head going down to be stroked. The man watched, wishing he was the one she was stroking. “Sir! What is the meaning..” He slide of the horse, looking at the little man who he had spent the last few days hunting down. “It is Lord Froste.” The man face color drain as the two men who he used to strong arm the villagers looked at each other.
“And you and I are for a long overdue look at your books. I sent word of my arrival a few days ago but still you have not been to see me. I believe you would be best to return, and be at my home when I return.” The man looked at the two men, but the knight put his hand on the hilt of his sword, still wearing his warrior armor. The two men backed toward the horse that waited.
“Well… of course. I was just giving you a few days to..” “GO.NOW” The three man mounted, and started toward his estate. The Lord, watching as the woman talked sweetly to the horse, how his own moved toward her and brushed beside the gray mare. He couldn’t blame him as he was looking forward to having her hands on him again as well.
She looked up from petting the beloved horse, to see the black horse coming for a pet as well. “I don’t have any apples right now, but I am glad to see you too.” She petting the horse, giving a soft laugh as he kept nudging her hand for a pet, a stroke of her hand along his neck.
“Kind sir, how did you… the mare, my daughter Ava was so heart broken. We had to sell..” her father stared to speak. She stop petting the horses, looking up at him for the first time. His hair and beard had been trimmed, but he still had that smile, the blue eyes she had been dreaming of. She blushed, and looked at the ground.
“I asked about …” he dare not say about her, so he changed the answer. “About the livestock gather to be sold. Then I listen to the tales of my overseer. Or more accurate my father’s overseer. And I order none of the horses, livestock is to be sold till a full account of the books are completed. I will not have my lands left barren due to overtaxing.”
The man clasps his hands together, giving thanks. “I expect your livestock will be returned to you shortly as well. Just this mare was very upset, and I thought to bring her home.” He told the man. It was true- nothing but shady tales came to him about the overseer, and the mare was being a nightmare, kicking the barn walls, biting. Not that watching her now would be any indication of it. She stood, letting Ava pet her, speaking loving to her with her ears not even pinned back.
“Thank you, Sir. Please come in for a drink? My daughter has made an apple pie. She is well known for her apple pie.” The lady in question looked up quickly to him and he smiled at her blush. “I do love apples.” “Then let us take the horses to the barn, leave Ava to fix us both a slice, yes?”
He walked a few feet to his stallion and took the reins hanging down. “I would like that very much, your kindness appreciated.” He winked at her and she handed her father the gray mare reins, but then she smiled at him, and gave a sassy. “As long as you work it off. Too many sweets are bad for you, my Lord.” He gave a chuckle as her father took her horse reins from her, telling her to hush. Then her bottom swaying as she went toward the farm house held all his attention. Oh, he could think of many ways to work off her desserts. And many more ways to have her as the dessert.
His horse walked, following the mare, as he smiled. He knew just how he felt.
COMMENTS
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Vodka
13:38 Jun 25 2023
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Don't stop get it get it....lol
Ard
20:43 Jul 21 2023
Beautiful narration. 😀