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“Ahh, elegant words from the elegant lady.” Despite the reddening mark on his face, Kalin didn’t so much as raise a fist. Nay, his voice betrayed no anger, nor did his stance give off any warning signs. If anything, he seemed amused by the slap. After all, he was a man who was used to having blades dance past him, used to having arrows rain and men scream. A slap from a woman who, when it came down to it, had nothing besides the slap? That hardly warranted a blink from the seasoned soldier, and didn’t even come close to getting him in any sort of rage.

Thus, rather than stepping back and giving her space, he but gripped her ass tighter, pulling her hips closer to him as his free hand snaked around her waist, ensuring that she came all the closer. The proximity between them coupled with the thin fabric of both their clothing allowed him to all but feel every inch of her breasts as they squished against him, he noting to himself the positions of her nipples, as though that may come into use later. His voice was, as always, calm as he looked down on her, his grey eyes sending reflections of her scantily clad body back to her. “Besides, you speak before you act. Were you to relax a bit, you may find you rather enjoy my pleasures.”

As he spoke his hand snaked between her cheeks, coming to rest on the lower recesses of her feminine lips. There he kept his hand, smirk never leaving, eyes never shifting. “You may even find...” He spoke as he slipped a finger through her folds from behind, “that you come to crave this just as I seem to come to crave you myself.” With that he lowered himself, placing an almost loving kiss against her lips. Perhaps, were it not for the fact that he gripped her so tightly, hadhis finger hinted at the edges of her entrance, it would have been romantic. However, the soft kiss may have been confused with the signals of lust and power that had thus far dominated the extent of their false intimacy.
 
Her heart rate had picked up even more as heat flooded from her to him. The press of their bodies was only headed by the almost bare cloth she had to pass as decent clothing. Forced to only look back at him with such suprise, she didn't notice the fist signs of his hand sliding lower. The press of his fingers that drew to tease near her folds, made her only gasp in suprise. Was it a gasp of shock or of pleasure? He wouldn't know as Andrea found her hands trying to brace aagainst his hips.


To add insult to injury, her own body shamefully started to react to it. Add in the fact that his lips touched hers. It only made her feel more ashamed, and yet something else. It seemed as if that there seconds had lasted hours, and then it was over. Andrea picked up the feint hint of musk. Almost oak to her and somethign else that came from him. Something she couldn't identify as she bit into her lower lip. His breath gently trailed over her face and sent shivers down to her spine. Bringing goosebumps to run along her bare skin.


"Bastard." her voice was quiet and shaky. Relaxing into his embrace as he had mentioned. Staying tense wasn't going to do anything for her at the moment. All she could do was look up into his cool eyes that seemed to constently pull her into them. Andrea had to agree then, that being with him would definalty be the better choice. Not that she was going to compleatly tell him that. It was more the butterfly feeling in her stomach that mixed with a slight pull that told her everything, and nothing on how and why she was feeling or acting like this. However, she couldn't tell if he actualy ment what he said, or if this was a mindfuck game.
 
“Aww…” He couldn’t help but smirk, to hear the tone and the word that fell from her lips. As she relaxed into his arms, he couldn’t help but smirk, loving the looseness of her body. Gently, as before, he kissed her, nibbling at her lip as he pulled away. “You know…” he began to turn both himself and her, aiming to press her back to the makeshift desk. His hand, which up until now had simply been teasing, slid around to her thigh so that her ass would be what pressed into the desk, rather than his hand. “You do look rather beautiful in this light.”

Once he had her turned, his now free hand slid up her thigh, he gripping the shirt as he pulled it higher and higher up her body. Her undergarments, naturally ,had been removed. However, Ser Kalin hadn’t been the one to do that, and thus, he was rather eager to see the curves of her body, to lay eyes on the nipples that he had already felt. “Subtle…” A kiss, a peck. “Powerful..”A slightly deeper kiss. “Sensual.” By now the shirt would be bunched up around her midriff, his own hips pushing forward to place a rather substantial lump against her exposed loins, even if he himself still wore pants.

Her shirt now high enough, his hand that had been around her waist came to pull it up, his other sliding gently down her thigh once more, he taking great pleasures in allowing it to fold around to her inner thigh, to feel the warmth of her innermost secrets flushing out against the back of his hand.
 
There was a lump in her throat. Making her unable to speak as he kissed her once more. A warm wave crashed over her body then. Spreading in all directions, while her mind fought against her body. Here was an enemy, touching her, carressing her in places no man had before; and each second that passed, was a loosing battle against him for her. The light seemed to give her skin an almost glow to it. Smooth and perfect skin was all becoming visible under those watchfull grey eyes.

Andrea felt more heat escape from her body as the shirt was lifted and his hands explored more. The press of his loins into her exposed area brought a suprised gasp to her lips. Face flushing now red, her mind gave in that he wasn't going to hurt her. That this was a good feeling and it wanted more. However, Andrea knew that she wanted freedom, but under the press and feel he was giving her, would it be so bad to let him show her true pleasure? Pleasure that she would experience for the first time, and she was sure many times by the way he said she would be his.

The greater suprise came when his hand smoothed down her thigh and brushed against her womenhood. Bringing a shiver once more across her body (as well as a flood of heat and excitment the pooled out). One that actualy made a small moan escape, suprising her and probably him. With the feel of actualy being touched and carressed almost lovengly, Andrea found herself compleatly relaxed. Her heart beat quickened just a little more, sendinf tremors throughout. Only then did she seem to forgive that her tavern was gone, that he was the supposed enemy. Andrea, gave in and pressed her lips back against his in a returned, gentle, kiss.
 
his fair share of women in his lifetime; something about being a knighted man who’s looks weren’t half bad did wonders for his relationships with the ladies. One thing it had taught him was the difference between giving a kiss, and engaging in kissing. This? The feel of her leaning into him, of her own mouth subtly opening to allow in his tongue, the soft sighs from her mouth…That was what it was to engage in kissing, and she was engaging like a pro.

Thus, perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised her that he allowed his hands to wander more. The hand across her back pulled up, almost sharply, to get rid of that damned shirt that was still hiding parts of her body. However, that would seem a pale action compared to his hand. Cupped around her inner thigh as it was, the action of shifting his palm and wrist was practically nothing. His hand came to rest gently on her lower lips, he folding his middle finger underneath to once more play between her folds. The action was short lived, however, for as soon as he found her entrance he allowed a finger to enter her. Here his hand stayed, slowly shifting around her lips while his finger began to wiggle within her, extending and collapsing as though it had a mind of it’s own.

“Moan for me…” He broke the kiss to speak, his lips literally brushing against her own with every syllable. Gentle was his voice, as though he weren’t instigating this entire thing, as though he hadn’t all but forced her into it. Of course, truth be told he wasn’t feeling as though this were all forced. In fact, he was acutely aware of her moans and her returns, as though she were just as eager for it as he was, if not more.
 
Hot, wet and oh so very tight he would find as the finger entered. Andrea shivered and found that her hips moved a fraction to adjust for him. Pressing more into his groin as the kiss broke. Breathing heavy, she locked her eyes to him. Looking to see only the excitment that lingered in the corners.Moan for me... Those words echoed and cooed to encourge her as his lips brushed against hers. She couldn't help it. His eyes and gentleness were weapons against her. Against her in the sense that Andrea had never knew how to fight something like him in this way.


Thus, she let out a small gasp/moan. Growing a little louder with each moment that passed and in itself, growing wetter. Her eyes closed and her face drew to a look of concentration. Lowr lip almost trembeling as she pulled it gently into her mouth by her teeth. The shirt that had clung to her was no longer a concern. Large well formed breasts were free and pressing against the thin fabric he was still wearing. Dark nipples gently brushed up against the fabric, teasing him and her. The nipples perking gently; calling to him as if they were forbidden fruit.


"I.."

Andrea started to speak and found herself silenced by his mouth crushing to hers. Almost pressing back harder against the makshift desk as her hair flowed behind her and down midway of her back. There was no going back, now that they had started. Andrea didn't even wish to stop. Not knowing that by giving herself to him was more then just her body to the enemy. It was being a traitor to her country...she didn't care.
 
Their bodies against each other had forced his groin to press, not against her own, but against her leg. At her soft moans, and as he felt the incredible tightness of her cunt, his cock hardened all the more, becoming a firmly defined lump against her leg. This he ground against her, he already loving the feel of fabric brushing across his cock, almost like that of a delicate, loving hand.

“You what..” He pulled his lips from hers even as his finger began to move faster and quicker inside of her, his thumb coming around to trace gentle circles around her clit. Rather than take in her breasts or the rest of her body, his eyes remained solidly locked on hers, mere inches separating them. His hand that had been working her shirt off idly tossed the fabric away, he already pining to feel her flesh with his.

As he looked on, the newly freed hand came to fumble with his own trousers. The tie was easy, and soon enough he had them loose enough to fall of their own accord. The resulting revelation came that he wasn’t wearing any form of undergarment, as she would undoubtably feel his cock pressed firmly against her hips and stomach. Although perhaps she would have no way of knowing ,he was well endowed. Just under a foot in length, and with a girth that a hand would struggle to even wrap around. Beneath it, naturally, were two surprisingly shaven balls, each one coming to rest solidly against her, a perhaps alien presence to her feminine form. At the feel of her warm skin against his cock, his hand almost seized, he sending his finger as deep as he could into her, aiming to explore as much as he could with the single finger.
 
Another moan, another sigh as Andrea could feel the urgancy that was emmiting from them both. With the clothing gone and already forgotten she had cried out as his finger pressed deeper within her. Yet, he still fell short to feel the thin wall that she had guarded her whole life. The one thing that was her most precious guarded secret.

"Like thissssss."


Her sentence again cut short as his thumb rolled her clit. Adding the stimulation that was all so new for her as her inner walls grew tighter around his finger. Taking her arms she slid them up his dies, massaging his flesh as they reached his shoulders and held him tightly in an embrace. Feeling his hard pressed member against her. So very warm and tense as her stomach flipped as she swore she could feel it twitch and throb against her flesh. Like no other she wanted him...no.. needed him as her fingers pressed harder into his shoulders. Inviting him closer as she leaned in and nibbled on his lower lip.
 
Her words brought all the more pleasure to his lips, pleasure that would no doubt transcend through their motions to be felt by both. His hand, reluctantly, slid out from her folds as he himself pulled back. The distance allowed his cock room to be, the tip still a solid, heavy presence on her leg even as he allowed some distance to form between the two. His eyes, previously closed or on her own, were allowed to make a quick pass over her body. Toned stomach leading way to her breasts, their very weight allowing for sag, yet still perky enough that he had to admire their shape. The dark nipples, a wonderful sight that went so well with her dark hair...Truly, a beauty to be admired.

“Sit on the desk.” Though the words were a command, his tone said it more like a suggestion. In fact, his entire stature seemed to more bespeak eager lovers than a domineering male. Were it not for his raging hard on, insistently pushing against her leg, the scene may have even appeared romantic. Of course, that was not the case, for his own hair was slightly disheveled, his still-clothed chest rising and falling softly. Although his torso was hidden ,his perfectly shaven balls and groin were indicators that either he just wasn’t naturally hairy, or that he was a stickler when it came to his own image. Of course, given the very nature of his neat and orderly tent, perhaps it wouldn’t come as a shock.

He seemed eager to begin...Well, whatever it was he intended. His own breathing was erratic, his eyes staring at her entire body. He was going to enjoy this, it seemed.
 
The slight distance apart, and she could almost feel cold. It didn't occor to her just how much body heat they were sharing. Already, she ached for him to press against her. To share the warmth and, to feel his heart, beat against her breast. He did seem eager for her, and yet paitence. Like a man regarding something precious, or more so, something he longed for a long time and now had.


As she moved the few inches to lift herself up, Andrea, glanced down to take a peak at what was so deliciously pressed against her. She wasn't so much inexpierenced to never had seen a naked male. Surly, she had seen her fair share at the Tavern. Mostly drunkard, but some trying to test their limits. As if a male, spilling out his goods was going to get her to agree and spread her legs for him. However, he was much diffrent. Despit having taken her from the home she had made of the town, it was only a building.


Never before had she seen such a creatureof beauty before her. As her eyes lite up like bright candles, she returned her gaze and attention back to him. For the first time she wanted to reach out and brush her fingers against his length. To flicker her tongue over the tip of him while her spare hand would play with the smooth shaved sack that hung loose there. A real treat that she had before her! Only then, as her chest rose and fell, the breasts aching for his much needed attention, did she realise that she didn't know his name!


"What.." A pause, almost feeling ebmarressed. "What is your name?" Of course if she was going to be with him, she wanted to know his name as well.
 
Ser Kalin, truth be told, had never given much thought into formal introductions. Somehow they seemed out of place after the whole “I saved your ass” scenario that had played out earlier. Still, perhaps it was for the best that he introduce himself before skewering her, that he learned her own name before thrusting into her, before biting down upon her neck and claiming her as his own.

“Kalin Berristen. Ser Kalin, should you prefer to be formal.” As he spoke he leaned inward, his hands wrapping around her waists whilst his own mouth came dangerously close to her own. Rather than kiss her, however, he changed paths so that his teeth came down onto one of her nipples, and none too softly either. Not enough to draw blood, of course, but enough that some of his animalistic instincts shown through.

He pulled away after a moment, eyes looking up towards her as he moved to place his mouth around her other, ‘virgin’ nipple. “And yours?” Immediately he clasped his lips around her nipple. Rather than biting, however, he preferred to suck on this one. Gently his tongue came to flicker across the tip of her breast, he loving the feel of such warm, pliable skin beneath his lips. To compliment the action, his hips began to move forward, the head of his thick cock coming to firmly rest against her clit. As he sucked on her breast he began to wiggle his hips, his cock itself playing with her clit with each and every pass.
 
Brilliant pain exposed her body as Andrea arched her chest closer to him and screamed out his name. Her hands, that were massaging his back, had now dug into his shoulders . It was pain, and yet so much pleasure that when Kalin stopped, Andrea was panting to catch her breath. Heart pounding even harder, she looked down to see his mark against her flesh. A very dark purplish-red mark throbbed against her, and seemed to throb worse as she looked at it.


Shakly, she looked away and he could see a couple of tears stream down the sides of her face. However, they were tears of pleasure and not of pain. Never had she thought something liek this would be even pleasurable to her. When Kalin moved towards her other breast, she stiffened in his embrace. Expecting him to do the very same thing...


"Andrea..." Came the cry from her lips as he suckled on her other breast. Suprising her with so much as her body relaxed once more and she closed her eyes to enhance the feeling. Her hands moved from his shoulders, and she could feel that she had bled him from where she had pierced him with her nails. Kalin didn't even seem to mind and her thoughts drifted away as she felt the tip of his cock against her clit. Biting her lower lip, Andrea rocked her hips gently back. Almost swearing she heard him growl in delight in her reaction while her hands kneaded his back.


"Kalin..." Almost a whisper to his hearing as she shifted and moved her head to his shoulder, and bit him back ( though not near as hard as he did her.) Never in her years did she think that she would have her virginity taken like this. A little warning bell rang in the back of her head. Kalin didn't even know! It was enough to bring some control back to her mind and body that she trailed soft kisses up his shoulder, to his neck and nibbled on the ear. "Kalin, this is my first time." Letting him know her secret. The one gift she had to give, and it would be his, and willingly.
 
His head came to rest between her two breasts, almost like a kitten wishing to play. His eyes looked up to hers, his own lips repeating “Andrea…” As she said it. A cute name, truth be told. Of course, she deserved something attractive, did she not? A body such as hers was a rare gift, and to spoil it with any other title would have truly been a sleight on the gods themselves, for they had crafted a beauty, and man should name it accordingly.

The feel of a small touch of blood on his shoulders made him quite aware of her nails, though truth be told he didn’t mind. There was a roughness there, a repayment for when he had bit her nipple. Already he could see a faint bruise forming around it, whereas the one he had sucked was simply red. It brought a form of pleasure to him to see that, and all but took away any thoughts of the small cuts in his back.

This is my first time… For the first time since meeting her, Kalin was absolutely speechless. He lifted his head from her breasts, eyes locking onto her own. Despite her words, his cock remained insistently pressed against her clit, as though angry that it weren’t already filling her from within. “Truly?” Of course, he had no reason to doubt her. A single finger had found her to be quite tight. So much, in fact, that Kalin himself had been given cause to wonder what it was that had kept her so tight. Virginity had occurred to him, but with a body like hers, how on earth was that possible?

“Of course...” He paused, his hand coming to grip his cock. Despite her words, he pushed it down so that the tip pressed rather solidly against her entrance. However, he didn’t force himself in, not yet. Truth be told, she was so tight, and he so thick, that he was rather worried he wouldn’t be able to enter her without a good deal of force, which was something he wasn’t going to apply, at least, not yet. “Then we shall have to make this special for you, won’t we?”
 
At lest she had some experience with a man. Having at least learned from watching the drunkards and the Tavern maids she had hired. Her body however, tensed when Kalin moved the tip of his manhood to rest against her entrence. He would be able to feel how excited she was. Even more so as her own excitment started to coat the tip of of his member. She smiled when he seemed to be shocked that she was still a maiden. It seemed that many by her age had their share fair of conquests.


"I would like it to be." Another whisper as she looked down to see his cock pressed against her. Her eyes widening as the thick veins on the sides seemed to pulse. Making her let out a shuddery moan and lean back gently. Her chest then pressed out in great invitation for his pleasure. "Kalin, I'm sorry for before. Thank you for my life." Leaning back up as her eyes softened only for him. Giving him a little more mystery as to who she is and why she acted the way she did. Only a very headstrong and powefull women could command such a respect that she still lay a virgin.


Of course, there was always the question in the back of the mind: Would she still feel this relaxed around him after the spent pleasures? Would he still want her after being done? If the way he was looking at her was any indication, she never wanted to have anyone else look at her the way he was now. Andrea knew that she could have had any man she wanted with the snap of a finger. None intrested her the way Kalin was now. Hard, powerfull, and commanding, the man had managed to already start to tame the wild cat that lay beneath.


With another sigh as she felt him lean forward to flicker a tongue over her nipple, Andrea sat back up and moved to pull her bottom away from him. Another shiver, and she pushed him back gently to plant her feet back onto the ground. If it was to be her first time, Andrea wasn't wanting to be taken on a makeshift desk. Without saying a word, she took the first step and ran her hands down the front of him. Finger tips exploring him gently as if trying to remember every firm muscle and line on him. Grazing the skin with her nails until she reached down to stop just above his hardness. Her heart stopped, and for a moment she was afarid to reach out and touch him.It's not going to bite you... The small voice in her head replied. With a deep breath, Andrea closed her eyes and touched him for the first time....
 
To say that shivers ran down his spine, that her single touch invited a lust and powerful want in him that he had never felt before was hardly the case. She was, for all her talk and strutting, a virgin. He, however, was hardly that. Thus, her hand touching his member was less something to be treasured and loved, and more something to be seen as...Well, commonplace. Not to be an insult to her, of course, but with a man of his stature, his looks, and his endowment, a hand on his cock was akin to a whisper in his ear; subtle, gentle, but hardly something new.

However, that wasn’t to say he wasn’t intrigued by the prospect. Hell, a girl who moaned rather than cried at his admittedly rough style of foreplay was something to be treasured. Add in that it had been literal years since he had enjoyed a virgin, and she had plenty of appeal to keep him hard and at attention for Andrea. Wit ha soft sigh he leaned back against the wall on his back, his eyes making unabashed passes up and down her body. After all, it wasn’t like they were playing coy, was it

“You needn’t be so timid...” He almost chuckled, his still-clothed torso beginning to once more rise and fall at a steady rate, the excitement of before subsiding into a touch more normalcy. With a rather subtle smirk he noticed the juices gathering between her legs, though he mentioned nothing for it yet. Let her explore for a few seconds, he would have her soon enough.
 
A deep crimson blush spread across her face from the comment. Her hands still exploring, still touching and carressing every hard lined muscle. Only then did she release his cock and spread her hands up to hook his tunic in the curve inbetween her index and thumb. Sliding up the cloth as her hands outlined against his body. "I know. I want to know all of you." When the shirt drew over his head she leaned in and pressed her lips to his with his eyes coverd for the split second.

With both compleatly exposed, she felt his arms reach back down around her to cup her ass and lift her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Breaking the kiss she smiled and leaned in, breasts pressing against his chest for the first time. Unhindered fromt he cloth that covered him as she dipped her head and nibbled against his jaw. Trailing down to his shoulder before biting him a little harder. The feeling actualy making her nipples grow harder, her pussy wetter as he could feel from the press of his cock still against her inner thigh.
 
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