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The Breaking of a Sword (Vixen_Mistress the fifth Master)

Tomorrow the brave would stop by. Those with a wandering eye or heard the gossip from the town. A day was all it took for gossip to travel in a straight line but if it was important that message would be mangled a dozen times before it arrived at the wrong place and the wrong person.

He eyed the shirt. It was perfect. Just the right length and when she bent over even better. There was material she could use for a breech cloth when visitors came but not when they were alone. He enjoyed looking and touching her.

The winter had just frosted the fields. The deer foraging and the harvest this year had been plentiful. The air was crisp but the sun was still warm. Soon it would be more night than day. A time to stay near the house and the fire.

She would need a routine. The tasks of the house falling to slaves and women. She was both and a solid routine would keep her productive and moving to prevent her from growing sour. If she did well he would allow her to use her magic. The magic he had forbidden her use.

She was healed and moving around. It was now time to turn to the business of needful things.

"You broke your promise and used magic to release your chains. You left my side without letting me know. Do you have anything to say about that?"
 
When he spoke she could tell he was disappointed, and was not sure if she should tell him the truth or if she should just make something else up, but she shook her head slowly moving to kneel on the floor, her hands in her lap as she looked at the wood floor underneath her, “I’m sorry, I know I did, and I truly and sorry. I was merely wanting to show you that I would cooperate. I had cut the chain because it was heavy and hurt, and was always in the way, I used magic to remove it and I am sorry I will put the horrible thing back on if you wish, but I saw you sleeping and so relaxed, and decided I wanted to do something special for you, so I began to make breakfast, but before I could hardly start you woke up. It was meant to be a surprise for you, not just the food, but myself, without the leash and still in your home,” She explained, the fear in her eyes showing she did not want punishment, but what she was telling him was the truth.

“I could have used a spell to make you sleep for days, or killed you in your sleep, but I did not, I could have made you sleep for days while taking the horse and rushing home as quickly as I could, but instead I remained here, in a place I do not want to be with someone who his forcing me to be his slave, and surrounded by people who hate me for things I have never done to them, as well as people who would see me become the same pathetic, helpless, frightened girl I was long ago, to be used by everyone against her will and humiliated every day of her enslavement by your family, I could have left, but I did not!” She snapped, her eyes water with anger as well as realizing she could have gotten away.

Looking up at him she seemed hurt but remained where she was, slowly she began to bring her hands to the shirt, getting ready to remove it depending on what her punishment might be, “But if you wish to punish me for trying to be subservient to you then fine, but I will never do anything like this by my own free will again. But keep in mind what I could have done with my magic, and what I chose to do instead.” She said softly, her tone soft and depressed. “Do you even know how badly I want to return home, and how hard I fought with myself telling myself not to leave, and to stay, I wanted so badly to be free, and to go home, yet here I am, healing your wounds, cooking for you, as a good little slave should.” She snapped softly, her arms wrapping around herself protectively as she lowered her head a little more, “I am sorry, please just don’t punish me, I was trying to do something to show you I meant it, and to hopefully get use to you, and this place, so you may trust me the way I am forced to trust you.”

“It is so difficult, I am not use to any of this, women of my kind are fighters, workers, and never stay home as your women do, doing all these little things, we do much labor to keep fit, and train atleast once a day, I suspect you won’t let me?” She said, not meaning to leave her sentence as a question since she already probably knew his answer.
 
She knelt and he listened as she spoke. The way the shirt fell on her body. The rise and fall of her breasts. Her hands open offering. The pain in her voice as she talked about wanting and how she was in charge of her denial.
It was a curious thing to him. If it was true. He knew it was. Why had she not simply gone. Why had she not simply dropped that hellish nightmare on his shoulders or left him to bleed. Was it the same reason he protected her in the bath, came after her when they took her. Was it?

The question so burned him he had to know.

“When everything was easier. When everything was so much better for you to go. Why did you stay?”
 
Hearing the question she was a little confused, wondering that same thing, her body shaking as she tried to think of it, wondering why she had stayed as well, knowing she wanted her freedom badly, but not bad enough to hurt him. Shaking her head she shrugged her shoulders, “Because you were kind, caring, and saved me, you do not judge me by what I have done, because you were like me, a warrior following orders, that was all, I never liked hurting others, and even let many humans go free and home. I owe you my life, and… and I don’t know… maybe I was hoping you were different from other males… in all my life all the men have been the same, wanting to hurt me, enslave me, cause me pain, break me into being an obedient wife, but never wanted me as more than that, in all my time I have never had a lover…”

“And I supposed I was hoping for something that I would probably never have… hoping for something that would never happen… to find someone who could care for me, and who I could care for as well, someone who wants me as more than a slave to warm their bed… or a wife to keep their home clean while barefoot, and pregnant as human women fool themselves into thinking that is all they are good for.” She explained. “I’m sorry, I am rambling, I did not mean to, it was what I was thinking when… When I first met you, and something I had hoped for since before we met, but it never seemed to happen for me, no one wanted me for me, they all wanted to change me, and bring me to this again,” She said softly, referring to her previous frightened, broken, and fragile state, something she knew was in her, but it was just a part, and she wanted to be accepted as a whole. Looking up at him she wondered if he understood any of her words, after being through so much it was all understandable that she would want such a thing as that.
 
There it was. She wanted him too. But she wanted more. She wanted equal. Yet she was a drow slave in a human realm. He would need to think on that to find a way for all to accept. He knew his people.

His elven mother wore her collar until he freed her as his father lay dying of battle wounds. As a slave, his mother had been banished in disgrace from her own family. It was a long awaited home coming, he remembered the tears as he took her down from the cart and she ran into the arms of her brother as a free elven again.

He would find a way. A child was one certain path for her.

She looked so hopeless. Revealing her truth without knowing whether he would laugh and humiliate her or punish her. That was the strength he wanted in children. That was the strength he wanted in a lover. A wife. His slave.

For now she was his slave. To the outside she would be his slave. Within their home and on their land it would be other wise. Not today. Today was for settling in. Today was for learning manner and rules to present for those who would come soon. It was time to break her in to her role quickly.

He reached for the crop he had forgotten last night.

"I must think on this." He said gently the crop in his hand.

"Come with me to the barn. There is much training you require. Things I must do to you." He turned expecting her would follow.
 
What she did not understand was him having to keep her as a slave, while yes he had to keep loyalty to his lord and them, he still was his own man, and could have moved away from those around them that hated her, he did not have to keep her as a slave, he chose to, he wanted to, and at any time he could free her, but her kind were different form his mother’s kind, and while she did want freedom she did not want to be old and waiting for her child to free her, not wanting the years to waste away, and leaving her no one, nothing, her family would be gone by then, her mother and father already very old, and eleven children aged slowly, so she would have a long time to wait, and would feel humiliated to wait for her own son or daughter to free her, or worse, not have them free her, making her suffer, but she tried not to think about it, although it brought tears to her eyes.

Watching him take hold of the riding cop she tensed and slowly moved away from him in fear, having that used on her many times in her time in the kingdom’s dungeon, remembering the breaking of about five of those over her soft flesh within a month, a frightening tool that she had tried to overcome and not to fear, but in his hand she knew what it mean and was hesitant in following him, but none the less she followed him out and right behind him, her head down and arms wrapped around herself, tense and nervous, hoping he would not hit her with it, never having wanted to feel the sting of one of them again, let alone from one of the ancestors of those who had enslaved her first.
“W-What training? I already know much, and will obey if it means I can avoid that thing.” She said, pointing out the riding crop in his hand, the girl had had seen gone, the frightened slave in her place, and she knew it would take her a while to calm down enough to open up to him again, or ever depending on what he was planning.
 
He opened the barn door and entered. The forge he had started last night was now a smoking ember.

It was warm inside even with the door open. A perfect place for what he had in mind for her.

He placed the crop in it's hook next to the other four as he moved to the forge. His hand to a tool as he spoke.

"Remove the top and stand with your back to the post. Your arms over your head and your feet wide," He said to her. "First this then we'll talk about training."

He grasped the tool and waited for her to step to the post. She wore rings well, however she hated them. It wouldn't do for her to walk around hating that which was upon her. She'd need to grasp the chains with both hands while he freed her nipples and then her folds. He didn't want to pinch her flesh should she moved.
 
As she followed into the barn she watched him, seeing the forge and something else came to mind, what else she had done to him, and as she was told to go to the post she brought her hands up removing the top and moved to the post, bringing her hands up, and gripped the chain, spreading her legs for him, wondering what he was going to do.

She watched him as he moved to remove them, but quickly she shook her head taking hold of his hands an pulling them away from the piercings, “Tell me… did you remove yours?” She asked softly, wanting to know. She looked at the rings on her then to him, “I will keep the piercings, but I don’t want these rings… these are not yours, if you could purchase or forge something meaningful to you then I will wear them, I just do not want these because they remind me that Ridos had done this to me, and he was the one to hurt me, not you, I would prefer rings that are from you, at least it would mean more that just revenge, hate, and a symbol of his breaking me.” She stated softly, talking about it cutting deep into her heart since she was betrayed by one of her own kind, but she was no outcast, and if she could manage to get home she would be welcomed back with open arms.
 
He watched her move into position for him. His hand on the tool ready to remove the rings but she stilled his hand with her question and her words. She would willingly wear his rings. She asked him to make them by his own hand so that she might remember with each breath his touch.

He had not guess those were her thoughts. She had hidden her feelings from him very well. It was not the rings but the Master that placed them cruelly that she hated and she wanted his rings. The ach began deep in his chest for her, spreading outward through every cell of his body the closer he came to the post.

He answered her question with a hand to the back of his shirt. Pulling it over his head and proudly revealing to her the rings she had placed on his tits. He wore her rings still. She would learn soon enough he had even kept the rings on his shaft. He thought she knew he was hers from the moment she pierced him, from the moment she touched him as he hung chained on display for her pleasure.

He stepped against her. His body pressing hers to the post. He bent and captured her lips with his. Kissing her fiercely as his hands stroked over her body, wanting her all the more.

Caressing her as he felt the warmth of her against him. His hands moved slowly upward brushing her muscle and soft skin to the wrist of one arm. He set the manacle there at her wrist. Her lips burning his. His eyes on fire with the taste of her.

The other arm received the same attention. His lips kissing her again. Joining hers in the tenderness of their moments alone. He set her wrist in the manacle as he reluctantly moved from her lips.
"Watch as I forge your rings by my own hands. Know that soon you will wear my heart beat as I wear yours."

He stepped back. His hands falling down her body. His fingers resting in the heat deep in her thighs and gently brushed her soft lips to raise her fire as he would stir the forge.

With a grin and a soft fierceness in his eyes he stepped purposefully to the forge. The five thin metal threads were to one side. Each disguarded for their pureness and thin girth. He stirred the forge to life. Huffing the billows. His upper body began to sweat with the heat of it. He pinched the metal threads on one end and set them to the heat.

Searing the impurities as he worked. A thimble hammer to fold and refold many times. Finally when he was sure it was ready. He poised the red hot length over the forge and reached for his boot dagger. The tip sliced at his forearm and dripped quickly with blood. His hand to the pinch bringing the metal inferno close. His arm hovering over the metal as the blood hissed and spat the entire length coloring the it permanently black.

He twisted and folded the thin long pieces until they were braided and welded together by heat and blood. He measured and clipped the length into four piece then curled and fashioned them into locking rings. The heat from them was great. He set them to cool in the bucket of cold water.

The steam hissed four times as the four small rings cooled. He tested the heat himself as he dropped each one into the palm of his hand. Only then did he press a cloth to his wound knowing she would see to his healing when he finally freed her from the post.

He turned. His hand with the four rings for her to wear and the instrument to remove the cruelly fashioned others from her body. He stepped to her again.

"This will hurt, but briefly," He warned her. "Are you ready?"
 
Seeing the piercings on his chest she was rather surprised, and of course her mind already went to wondering if he still had the other ring in. Smiling and allowed him to come closer to her, remaining against the post, the space between them closing, and she remained still for him, the manacles making her a little nervous, but she was soon distracted by his lips against hers a soft moan coming from her lips as she kissed him back, leaning her body into his the best she could while chained in place.

She knew her kiss would make it difficult for him to pull away and enjoyed it, even though he was in charge she knew her touch could melt through him and he still enjoyed the feeling of her against him, even though he was in charge for now she knew with gentle touches she could break through his own defenses and bring him to the state he brought her, through pleasure as she had in her tent after what she had done, rewarding him for being so strong and pleasuring him with her body, something she did not have to do, but chose to at that moment.

She watched closely as he began to forge the rings for her and was fairly amazed at how he made them and how they turned out so well, seeing that they meant more to him than the ones she had on, which made her feel a little better about the situation. Smiling up at him she watched him approach and looked to the piercings she already had in. “They are fully healed, the skin around them is not damaged so they should come out easily, especially since he used wasps instead of a needle, but go ahead, it won’t hurt as much as it had putting them in.” She informed him, remaining still while waiting for him to remove them then put the newly forged ones in her.

Her hands moved up to grip the chains attached to the manacles, bracing herself, knowing it would sting a little, but she would be fine. She looked down and bit her lip, unable to believe what she was about to say, wanting to bite her tongue off, “I…I want you to pierce one more spot, the equivalent of where I pierced you below,” She said softly, looking at him, showing she had made up her mind and meant it, she knew full well it would hurt, but she wanted to be even, and she wanted him to do it, what was strange is she had asked for it, to have the small sensitive nub pierced and a ring put in it. “Please…” She asked him softly looking at him with a small smile, letting him know she was alright with it, and wanted it done.
 
He stood before her letting her adjust. There was no fear in her eyes but something else as she spoke about her healings. His hand moved to finger her left breast ring when she surprised him with her request.

He stepped against her kissing her. His finger tugging at the ring lightly. Teasing. It was his answer to her request. She had given him some of her nightmares to share. He had merge with her, felt as she felt, his body was her body as she was beaten and used. Her pain and her arousal as they withheld her orgasms. Added pain to those same and made her want it.

He teased that darkness within her. It was a darkness they shared as he kissed her with the hunger that waited for her. Dark. Deep. Ready.

His lips lingered as his need built. He controlled himself somehow and clipped the left ring neatly. He took a breath. His eyes never leaving hers as he twisted the ring to the opening and freed her nipple from Ridos' grip.

His mouth descended to swallow her breasts. His tongue brushing pleasure and torment against her while she was open and helpless to stop him. Preparing her nipple for his ring. Giving her time to feel the change before he placed the ring in his mouth and covered her nipple once again. Using his tongue and teeth to push the ring into her flesh and lock it in place.

His hand stroked over her hip. Across her flat belly and dipped into her again. Painting his hunger over and along her folds. Tugging at the rings placed there. The tips stiffing her clit awake for it's abuse. Tracing down into her as he stirred around her slit then inside her again. Warming her as he warmed. Wanting her hot and excited for him.
 
She knew he understood as he moved to replace the cruel rings and place in the ones from him, not from hate, or revenge on her, but something else, something she was not certain of and was a little too frightened of the answer to ask, wanting to keep some distance, not wanting to become attached to him this way. But it seemed it was a little too late to keep herself from getting attached.

Feeling him move to her again she accepted his kiss, kissing him back before he began removing the rings, feeling so much more relieved as they were take out of her flesh and more meaningful ones put in. She had wanted the extra piercing since the one on his member was nothing like the piercings on her folds, but she knew even though it was snakes that did that, it was not the same as piercing the most sensitive spot on him. So she wanted to make it even, if he was going to wear hers, she would wear his as well.

She waited and watched carefully as the left nipple ring was put on and then the right, whimpering and squirming a little against the manacles as he began to tease her nipples, trying to remain still, but it was difficult when he played with her like that, and while she was defenseless some what she found it a huge turn on to have him taking advantage of her like this, in her helplessness, a sign of a strong male, knowing when to strike, making her feel weak and showing he was dominant and in control. She smirked slightly, a sly look in her eyes, but hidden by a sweet kindness.

As he moved lower with his hand to her clit her hips swayed a little, liking the teasing, but she knew what was coming once he pulled away and got the proper tools, and nothing except her healing would stop what pain was going to come and course through her. She moaned and whimpered softly, feeling the tug at the new rings, and she gripped even more tightly around the chains, waiting for the inevitable.
 
She was rocking her hips to his hand. His mouth on one breast. His fingers tugging the ring of the other. He kissed down her body. His mouth along her mound. His tongue lapping her clit. He mouthed her. Teasing her to life.

He worried her clit with his tongue before sliding over her folds. Tasting her ready welcoming need. His free hand press the extra ring into his mouth. His tongue drove into her slit. Lapping her up. Drilling inside her. Tasting her. He roughed her with his beard before attacking her clit again.

This time with purpose. This time he set the sharp point of this ring against her excited maiden. This time he pressed his teeth down forcing the piercing spear thru her clit as he held her hips not wanting her to move until he had locked the ring in her.

This time he expected her to jerk not rock. This time it hurt.
 
She knew it was coming, but none the less she was enjoying his teasing, waiting for him to move lower, but her hips still rocked in pleasure from his hand and now his mouth over her, his teasing her piercings so cruel, but in a good way, making her want to have him eat her out till she came.

What happened next she had not expected him to do as he had, and as the metal came to her womanhood then her clit she looked down at him, but soon it went from pleasure to a scream of pain, the sharp piercing through her most sensitive area, her body jerking, trying to get free of him, the pain immense as she struggled, and tried to speak, “Release my arms, please release them, I can’t heal it like this, please release me.” She said with a hint of fear in her voice, hoping he would not wait even a split second to look at her or question what she said, wanting to heal it, even though as soon as he would release her arms she would fall to the floor, knowing she would be unable to stand until it was healed and until she regained her ability to control her body.

Her body trembled, but the thing that frightened her that she was trying to get over was replacing a fearful memory of his ancestors, the first time she had been pierced they did not allow her to heal herself and had made her suffer it her first time for days upon days, even weeks, keeping her chained as he had her now, which was bringing her close to blacking out, but she forced herself to stay awake and aware.
 
Adan made sure the ring set and locked. He waited until after her scream before he moved. But move he did and quickly. He rose to his full height his voice deep with understanding and reassurance.

"Soon, Ariia... Stay with me.. " He coaxed as one hand was released.

He placed himself so she would spill into his chest. A moment later the other hand slipped out of the manacles. He lowered himself with her bringing her into his arms instead of the floor.

"I have you love," He said in a panic. "Can you do it? Heal yourself Ariia. Do it now if you can!!"
 
She could hear his voice, and something was different, as she looked at him she slowly nodded her head, obviously taking much more than she could handle in one day, but it was over and she would not be feeling that pain again. Once her one arm was released she instinctively wrapped it around him tightly to keep herself upright until her other hand was released and thankfully he was there to hold her, leaning against him for support, giving a softly sigh, “I thought I was stronger than this, that I could handle it without passing out, not like my first time, but I guess I am still as weak as I was then.” She muttered.

Her attention came to a word he said, looking up at him, startled and wondering if she had heard him correctly, “Love?... Did you just call me….” She asked, pausing for a moment before speaking again, “Tell me the truth, could you possibly love me? Not just as a slave, but as a whole, for me? I want the truth, please tell me the truth.” She asked softly, looking up at him, waiting to see if he would answer or try to avoid the question, the pain still coursing through her, but she wanted him to answer her, seeing the panic in his eyes and hearing it in his voice, he was genuinely concerned, she slowly lowered her hand and used her energy to heal herself, sealing the fresh painful wound, knowing it would take much to heal such a tender spot and that mean a few minutes, the warm gown easing the pain and throbbing the piercing caused her.
 
"Shhhhh...I'm here now. " He assured her.

He didn't answer her until she had started healing. Cradling her against his chest. His hand stroking the wild hair from her face. When the intensity of the pain receded slightly he kept watching. They had both agreed to pierce her but the pain for it was terrible.

The pleasure she would receive from him would be worth these few horrible moments. He would see to that. For all the years they would be together. These minutes will seem small.

"Ariia," He answered finally. "I belong to all of you."
 
She nodded her head, nuzzling her head against his neck softly, letting him know she was alright, healing herself as quickly as she could, the heat he had caused prior had been taken away by the pain in that same place, and so she new once it was healed that she would be just fine.

His words made her more happy that he could imagine, they had harmed each other and had been through so much, yet he wanted to have her and be with her from how it looked to her, and sighed softly, smirking as she looked up at him, “I suppose I can’t leave here, not with you having feelings so strong as that about me, I will just have to remain here, with you until you tire of me or until you pass.” She said, making it sound as though it was a daunting task while smirking slyly up at him, letting him know she was teasing and joking.

Once healed she did not warn him about what she was going to do, instead she moved in his lap, and with a little force and help of his nipple ring between her fingers she pushed him on his back, while the entire time moving in to kiss him tenderly on the lips, showing him the passion he wanted and deserved for being honest with her, a kiss that came from more than a slave, she looked up at him and looked a little excited, “Adan, may I ask you something? Would you free me, just between you and I, but I will remain here for as long as you want, but I want to be more than just your slave, a lover if you wish, even though I will still be a slave in your people’s eyes, it will help keep my spirits up and remind me that you truly care for me.” She asked, kissing him softly on the lips while her naked body rest on top of him, leaning against him.
 
He chuckled at her teasing. Finally she relaxed in his arms. He rubbed her back quietly as she healed herself. It was good to see the woman he knew return to be with him.

"I suppose this means sharing the covers too. I bet you steal covers." He waited for a response but she surprised him with something else instead.

She twisted and moved slightly. Her fingers in his ring. He saw the hint of mischief in her eyes as she pressed him back in the hay. Her lips of silk pursing his. The kiss as hot as the fire of her tent.

She was there over him like before. Her eyes making promises he hoped her body would keep. He was beyond arousal. Hard and waiting to please her, he lifted his hips slightly to brush her gently.

The question she had asked before. The equality of lovers. To free her but only between the two of them. How could she not know. His hands to her hips. Her body heated over him. He lifted up to her. Gently scraping his own heat hard and waiting against her. Her kiss a fire he could not put out.

"I already have..."
 
Hearing his claim about the covers she could not help but giggle shaking her head, “I would not know, my home was often warm all the time, hardly any need for them, and even then I never usually had anyone in my bed with me,” She said softly, not going into detail with that much, “So if I do you will have to let me know,” She said softly, kissing his jaw line.

His words were exactly what she wanted and she could tell what he wanted, but still she remained hovering above his cock, waiting, leaning into his ear slowly she whispered softly into it, “Thank you my Love.” She muttered softly, kissing his earlobe before giving a gentle nibble and pull, knowing how sensitive he had been to it.

At that same moment she lowered herself onto him, giving him exactly what he wanted, her soaking, wet, and welcoming embrace into her silky soft womanhood, but it felt so different, knowing what she was to him, and a new confidence was put in her, making her rather happy, but she would only admit that to him, and family.

Her lips traced to his again, giving him a soft sweet kiss, showing so much affection in one kiss that felt as though it had last forever. She slowly slid onto his member all the way till he was all the way inside her up to the hilt, taking slow deep breaths since she was healed and now as tight as the night he had her the first time.
 
Her words of thank you received no reply. She had stolen his words with her own and sent the flint spark that caught him off guard with the heat of her touch. From the tip of his ear there came a fire so clean and hot that spread deep inside him so that his very heart burst into passion.

In that moment she pushed past his defenses inching down slowly. Swallowing the full depth and girth of his ready hammer. The ring at his tip tugging and his arms came to hold her with the intensity of the contact. He was helpless to do less than her bidding and he panted for each breath in surrender.

Her generous, welcoming lips to his. The touch of silk and ripen fruit as she gave herself with the candor so peculiar to her. Pulling his flesh as he pushed her body open to accept the length of his shaft.

He ground his shaft against her. Stirring the pulsing want so hot it felt like anger as it shot thru his veins. It glowed in jolts of sensation that he gave back to her. It burned so hard he was gulping air and heaving for each breath as her body gripped and took every thing he had.

There was no thinking. He was long beyond that. This was need waiting for her to want and finally she did. There was no turning back. Only the race body against body as they ran to the top of her climax and he pushed them both into that long terrible thunder.
 
She knew the reaction she would get from toying with his ears and smiled sweetly, a sly shimmer in her eyes as she looked up at him, knowing exactly what she had done. Even though she was technically his slave did not mean she could not weaken him by using her own feminine charm and seduction on him to tease him and see just how much she could get away with while keeping him on edge and under her control, but in a more subtle way than he was controlling her.

She gave a soft whimper, moaning as she felt him entering her, the piercing on his member still there, something she had been uncertain whether he would keep. She smiled sweetly, looking up at him, sliding down with the aid of his hands on her hips, driving him deeper into her loving hold, and warm embrace. She panted softly as well, moaning every time something felt very good to her, and the moan would travel through her lips and to his ears or neck, where ever it was she so happened to be teasing at the time.

She kissed him again, knowing she was on top momentarily and he was allowing it, maybe not intentionally, but still let her have the upper hand, making her a little curious if he had control over that or if it was just him giving into his lust and let her take a small bit of control, not really minding since she saw them as equals, no matter what he or others said, she had admitted she liked him and would stay there so long as he was as kind as he was now, and as long as she and her children were not in danger, but children would come later, it was not for now, they were getting to know each other, and from her kinds terms, they were becoming more of a ‘one being’.

She finally took in all of him and moaned as she felt the pulsing of his shaft driven deep inside her and after a moment to adjust, and enjoy the feeling of his member inside her she started slow, rocking her hips, and gently pumping him in and out of her, building up speed, her cries of pleasure echoing out of the barn while she satisfied both their needs.
 
Entwined. Her hunger in her cries as he gave to her. Racing the wind. Climbing peaks unnamed. Swirling in a sea that tried to drown them. His hands and mouth encouraging. Tugging her nipple rings. Caressing her lips with his kisses. The fire galloping along her neck as he felt her clutch him.

He carried her into that waking torture where bodies plunged and drove into each other with the frenzy of colliding mountains. Seas boiling over great land masses. There was nothing to stop their raw need. Nothing to halt their journey. The race to the top and he pressed her into him. Dizzying with the want from her lips. He sank into her one last time and bellowed his percussion with her melody.

Love triumphed.
 
The infirno inside her was burning so hot had it been any more powerful she might have set the barn on fire with the intensity of the passion between them. The tug of her nipple rings caused her to cry out loudly in pleasure, her back arching slightly with the pull, and against his lips her moans could barely be heard. She was blushing brightly, and her mind was full, yet empty, so many thoughts at once it almost seemed as though there was nothing going on in her mind, just the pleasure between the two of them.

All her life she had wanted this, craved this kind of feeling, connection, and experience, and had even wished her first time could have felt like this, knowing now she did not want to leave, not without him. She had searched so long for someone like him, for this type of heat and passion between her and any other, male or female, but each time they had been lacking, and this felt so much more different.

She could already feel her heat building more, warning her she was close to her climax and this time it would be far different from any of her other times, this time it was mutual, neither one was in charge at this point, and they had already expressed their feelings toward eachother, even if it was small silent hints, and that made all the difference in her mind while her body was riding him roughly, keeping up a good speed, her tight warm folds and hole so tight around him, so much that when she came near to her climax her walls would clamp onto him like a vice grip, wanting to take very thing he could and would give her, her mind and body wanting it so much, wanting him, her new and first lover, maybe her only one for the rest of his life for all she knew, and hoped.
 
He was sure she would twist his shaft in half with the power of her detonation. All time stopped as he gave her all that he had. There was no pulling them apart, she had clamped as some woman do and he took sharp shallow breaths as he filled her core.

If it was falling to earth he fell hard. His arms crushing her petite body against him. Her passion slowed. His firing matched her frenzy until he was awash in the swelling sea that he was anchored in.

When he could breath at all. Finally. His sides expanding and contracting like the billows of the forge. He kissed her tenderly. His arms holding not crushing her as the random crimp of her inner walls pressed his sensitive cock for any last withholdings.

He hissed between his teeth with the pressure. He would have chuckled but even that movement was too much. His hand on her hip to keep her still. He kissed her nose playfully.

"You cannot take it with you," He assured her, "You simply have to come back for more later."

"Just don't move now!"
 
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