The Murderer's Key (Traveler & jaceyboo)

She seemed as eager as he was to continue what had been so rudely interrupted in the dressing closet. Now they had time to enjoy what they were doing, and unlike the night before, Richter could tell that this wasn't even going to pretend to be rape. She was willing.

"Yes," he whispered back to her. His lips grazed her neck, kissing along that curve until he found her sweet hollow, then he moved back up along her delicate skin until he found her mouth. She was a quick learner. Her tongue seemed to know exactly how to meet his, and small shivers of desire ran down his belly and grew in his loins. "Help me undress us, Amelia," his hands went to her skirts and he lifted them, reaching underneath to pull down the thin cloths that covered her legs.

He slid his boots off and rolled to his back. He reached up and around her, working to unbutton the back of her dress as they laid there in the log. It's curve seemed to encourage them to press together in the small place.

A sigh of contentment left Amelia's lips as he kissed her neck, tilting her head back slightly to give him better access. Her lips eagerly met his as they moved back up, her body fitting perfectly against him as she leaned in closer.

There was a lustful look in her eye as he pulled back, instructing her to help remove their clothing. She did as he told her without giving it so much as a second thought, her hands moving down to work on undoing his trousers as his hands worked at her dress. Within a few seconds, she had the fabric undone, her hand brushing against his freed cock. With only a slight hint of hesitation, she took him into her hand, feeling the warmth of his hardening member.

Touching him only seemed to strengthen her own desire, feeling her need for him growing inside of her as her hand slowly began to stroke him. Her movements were exploratory, as though she was trying to memorize the shape and feel of him.

He let out a low, passionate groan as her hand closed over his shaft. Where had she been all his life? His hands peeled her dress away from her shoulders, then off her slim arms and down to her waist. Her breasts were perfect globes in the dim moonlight. He felt the soft pressure as they yielded against his chest. The hard brush of her nipples stimulated his desire for her almost as much as her hand on his cock.

Richter brought his hands down to her ribs, pulling her closer and then smoothing his palm against her nipples as he fondled her. His thumbs ran small circles around her rosy nubs and he sighed in contentment; this was much better than having to force her to his will. The eager participation of his lover was an aphrodisiac.

"God, Amelia..." the sound that came out of his throat was primal; a guttural plea for more of her touches. He reached down and slid his pants off, then shimmied out of his tunic. Soon he had her dress pushed off her body as well and they were a tangle of clothes and belts, legs and hands. He guided her so that she was laying partially on top of him as they kissed. His legs ran through hers, rubbing up and down along her inner thigh as his lips teased and pulled hers in a passionate kiss.

Without putting much thought towards her actions, her body seemed to move against him in all the right ways. Despite not having done these things prior to their meeting, she seemed to know what it was she needed to do. It was almost as though she was acting instinctively.

Pleasured sighs and gasps left her lips as his touch continued, working with him to get the two of them out of their clothing. For a moment, she felt nervous, her body fully exposed to him for the first time. The way he touched and looked at her pushed quickly pushed away any doubts she had though, seeming to be just as mesmerized be her as she was by him.

As he pulled her on top of him, her hand left his cock, moving to his chest. The tips of her fingers traced his body, again acting as though she was trying to memorize his shape and feel. She could feel his hardened member pressing against her legs, the sensation causing them to spread. She moaned against his lips as he kissed her, feeling the tip of his cock tease her entrance as her body moved lightly against his.

He felt her eager hips as she climbed on top of him and kissed, her sweet, warm center sliding over his rigid shaft like inviting lips. Richter's hands moved down to cup her ass, squeezing them generously and then pulling her tighter as they laid in the hollow. He kissed her lips and neck, peppering her skin with small nibbles while whispering her name and murmuring sounds of pleasure.

He felt her entry nearly embrace the head of his glans, plump and soft like velvet covered steel. Richter pushed up with his hips and nudged her, asking her to take him inside. He moved his hands down to her thighs and back up to her bottom as he ground against her, sliding and slipping against her slick flesh.

Richter groaned at the pleasure of her body. He nudged harder and flicked his cock so that he was in the right position to penetrate her body. "Do it," he whispered to her, "take what you want, Amelia."

Her desire was pulsing through her body, heightening her senses as his touch sent pleasurable sensations through her. She couldn't seem to get enough of him, welcoming every little kiss and touch. If she wasn't so focused on him, she would have been amazed. A day before she had been a virgin, and now her body was practically begging for him.

She let out a soft moan against his Richter's lips as his own body rocked against hers, teasing her entrance with his cock. She could feel it being coated with her wetness, his hardened member nearly threatening to enter her. There was no doubt that she wanted to feel him fill her once more, but there was a slight hesitation as she rested on top of him.

Biting her lip slightly, she tried to allow his words to encourage her, a faint blush on her cheeks as she moved her hips down onto him. "Oh.." she gasped out, her nails digging lightly into the skin on his chest as her actions caused him to push inside of her. Slowly, she moved lower, a pleasured look on her face as her tight walls stretched around him.

For a moment, she simply sat there, allowing herself to become accustomed to to his thickness filling her. Her eyes eventually lowered, staring at Richter with somewhat of an uncertain look, finding herself unsure of what to do next.

Richter felt the groan pulsing through his throat as her tight body clamped around his shaft. Her soft, gentle sheathing was so excruciatingly fulfilling that he almost came just from the slow agony of her descent. He clutched her ass with his hands and directed her along his hard cock until she was nestled perfectly against his body. He looked up into her liquid gaze and was mesmerized. What was this that he was feeling? It was unlike anything he had experienced before. He felt connected to this woman on a deeper level then he had ever known.

He drew in a shallow breath and then let it out before guiding her with his hands. He lifted her up slightly as he rocked his hips away, then brought her body and his together tightly, grinding into her heat with each slow thrust. As they moved he allowed her to take it as slowly as she wanted to, in case it still stung, but his own pleasure was rocketing through his body with each quiver of her sex and slick, moist thrust that brought them together.

"Amelia, oh God... Amelia, you feel perfect," he gasped as her body tightened deliciously around his engorged manhood. "Yes... Mmm, I never want to stop, I never want to be without you."

Pleasured sighs left Amelia's lips as his hands guided her body. She could feel the way he slowly slipped out and back inside of her, his cock soon covered in her slick juices. There was a blissful look on her face as she began to reciprocate his movements, her body gradually moving a bit faster. It was all so sensual, every sound and touch.

His words not only strengthened her desire, but they seemed to spark something else. It took her a moment to place it...an understanding.

While she still had many unanswered questions, she seemed to partially understand why she wanted to stay with him. He'd had her in a way that no man ever had, but in that moment, she seemed to believe that no other man could ever make her feel the way that he did. Of course, anyone else could give her pleasure, but there seemed to be more to it than that. The way she felt touching him, the way her body fit so perfectly against his; it was something that couldn't be recreated with anyone else.

She didn't know for sure, but his words seemed to convey that maybe he felt the same. Perhaps she was the only woman to make him feel the way he was making her feel in that very moment. She desperately wished it to be true.

"You don't ever have to be without me." she whispered back to him, her lips brushing against his jaw as she spoke. Her words were followed by a sensual moan, feeling his manhood push even deeper inside of her as she rhythmically moved her hips against him.

It was when he said those words that he realized how true they were. He had gotten used to having her around; not just accustomed to her, but he felt like he needed her. It was as if he had always had an emptiness at this side, and it was only as they traveled together and she seemed to reciprocate his attraction to her that he felt the void had been filled by this woman.

She whispered back that he didn't have to be without her and she kissed his jaw. He groaned in pleasure with her, his hands tightening around her ass as they moved together, the log's diameter keeping them from going too far apart or too hard. He thrust upwards, his hips tilting into her and sending his shaft into a lower angle.

"You'd have to marry me," he said between moans and sighs, "would you give up being a lady to be a thief's wife, Amelia?" His hands pulled her tight against him as he stilled the excitement coursing through his body. He didn't want to cum yet, not when she still was on the cusp of her own orgasm. One thing he prided himself upon was being a good lover, and that meant putting the woman first. "You deserve more than that, don't you think?"

His cock was twitching inside of her, their movements so minute yet rhythmic as he nudged her slowly and deeply, moving in small, intimate strokes. He ran one hand up to her lower back and spread his fingers across her spine. "Do you believe you could love a man who kidnapped you?"

Her words seemed to surprise her after they left her lips, but they had flowed out naturally. Never would she have imagined she would say something like that, to any man, but saying it to Richter felt right. The way he moved inside of her only seemed to strengthen the feeling that she had entirely meant what she had said, feeling as though she was one with him.

Her eyes stared down at him as he spoke to her, pleasured sighs leaving her lips all the while. Her body continued to move against his, her actions seeming to answer his questions before she could even form words. "Yes.." she spoke, the word moaned out as his hands pulled her body closer against his.

"I deserve...what makes me..happy." she managed to tell him, her nails digging lightly into the skin on his chest as her hips moved against him, her breathing becoming more labored as her body met his thrusts. The pleasure in both her body and mind was growing, threatening to send her into absolute bliss. "You make me.." she began to say, her words cut short by the moan that left her lips.

It wouldn't be long before the pleasure erupted inside of her, and her sensual movements and pleasured sounds would give that away. All the while, her eyes still stared into his, the girl looking completely mesmerized by him. Her breathing had turned to panting, her body feeling as though there was a fire raging through it as she neared her peak.

"Yes." she breathed against him, her lips against his neck. "If you..promise that you.." she started to say, her words interrupted by the loud moan that escaped her as she reached her release. Her body shook with pleasure in his grasp, her sounds filling the air as she cried out for him. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

The sensations seemed to last far longer than they actually did, her breathing slow and heavy as the neared the end. His cock was covered in her cum, allowing him to thrust in and out with ease.

"I can love you." she whispered, sighing softly as she felt his cock move inside of her. "If you promise you'll love me."

He was enraptured by her words and the sweet way she clung to him, her body writing sensually over his shaft, her nails digging tiny crescents of illustrious pain into his flesh. There was something so exquisite about the way she gasped her answer and then moaned in delicate abandon above him, the warm gush of her pleasure wetting his body and soaking onto his hips like an overflowing cup of honey.

Richter gripped her tight as she told him that she could love him if he would promise to love her. His body felt like an icy stake had been drawn out and filled with living heat; the very idea that she didn't know him, yet she was wiling to band her life with this murderer/kidnapper/rapist based solely on two days and nights, gave him a pleasure that he had never experienced. He'd always been a product of his bloodline and name - here he was simply Richter, the man who held her...and this lady born into privilege had chosen to love him based not on what he could give her but based on what she felt for him. It was something he had never hoped to experience.

His hands flattened against her back and held her tight. A low moan peppered with her name left his lips, sounding more like a prayer than anything. When his body finally stopped its spasm he sighed into her hair. The satisfaction he felt was still warm and coursing through him like the heat of a fireplace after a hike through the snow.

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes. I promise." He peppered her with kisses and pulled his cloak over both their bodies. "Tomorrow. We'll make it permanent tomorrow, and then nothing will take me away from you." He smiled and kept her in his embrace, slowly falling into blissful sleep for the first time in as long as he could remember.