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A priaveteer recieves a gift [Edward Thatch, Mary Elmwood]

Her senses were on fire, between his stroking and his fingers on her clit. She gasped in surprise when he put his tongue in her mouth. She put her tongue in his mouth loving the feeling. When he pulled his tongue away she was panting, her face had flushed completely. "I can't take anymore." She said when he increased the friction against her clit and her head went on shoulder a moment. When he started to suck her nipples she felt the pressure build again. She came again while he was still rubbing her clit mercilessly.

His kisses started at her lips then went to her neck then to her nipples. Crying out and moaning loudly as he began to kiss around the flesh then to her disbelief be flickered her hard nipples. "Edward" she said panting as she grabbed his head digging her hands into his hair. He switched to her other nipple doing to same. She felt cum dripping from her pussy and running down his leg. She saw his full attention was on her nipples with such a passion and serious intent she feared she would be a puddle by the end of the experience.

She climaxed again as he kissed her savagely and started to flix her pussy forward. She kept getting climax after climax, writhing in his arms and felt tears streaming down her face from such an emotion turn. She kept cumming even when he put a finger inside her pussy. She cried out when he started to pump his finger in and out. She felt a sudden pressure so suddenly she felt like she had to pee. "That feels off, wait... Edward wait." She said but a moment later she felt such a rush of liquid and it kept coming out. She started to shake and cried out her breasts wiggling as liquid squirted out of her pussy and on his other leg.

She slumped over in his arms moaning. She was so dizzy she couldn't move, she noticed the fog has lifted and the scents of rose,
Mint and lavender filled the air. A steaming bath had been prepared and candles lit. She had to admit it all looked very romantic. She looked up at Edward completely dazed. She started to kiss him somewhat sloppily and kept moaning his name as she started to kiss his skin.
 
He saw her being over come with pleasure for the first time in her life and it was more erotic to him then almost anything he could remember. Being who and what he was, sex had become so routine and mechanical as to be more chore sometimes then pleasure. Particularly when the only reason was to heal. This, this was something special. This was a real treat for him. He adored this experience. Knew he'd treasure it for all his long long years.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth and used it to caress and stroke hers. He was mildly surprised, but vastly thrilled by how well she took to kissing like this. After several long minutes their kiss broke. She laid her head on his chest. But then she said something that brought a smile to his lips. She said, “I can't take anymore." He leaned down toward her ear and said in a playful and teasing voice. “That, my dear, is where you are quite wrong. You can and will take, much much more. You will remember the pleasure of this night the rest of your years.”

He'd continued rubbing her bud and began kissing her again. Though is kissed did not stay on her lips. They'd traveled and explored her face and neck and chest then found her breasts. He'd taken his time and finally began on her nipples and she called out his name. He reveled in this. His hand and leg was drenched in her sweet juices and kept getting more and more soaked. He switched from nipple to nipple, playing and teasing them before he'd returned to her lips with a savage kiss.

She came and came all over him and he loved it. She started to tilt forward into his hand and he saw tears of pleasure in her eyes. This was good and this was right. She'd needed this and earned this a thousand times over. So he gave it to her, all he could. He slipped his finger into her and aimed at that most elusive spot. At first she didn't understand and it felt odd. That was clear, but as she started to object the nature of what he was doing took her. And she did climax, spraying her nectar all over both his legs. He smiled and kissed her. She kissed him and began kissing him all over. He said with no small amount of pleasure in his voice, “I think, now, we should give you a little break.”

He'd let the fog dissipate and she saw the room remade for their evening. He picked her up in is arms and carried her to the tub and eased her in. He held the various oils for her to chose a scent before adding it to the water. Taking a sponge and block of scented soap he began bathing her. He started with her shoulders, back and chest. Giving her body a chance to settle little before moving elsewhere. But wait he did, till she indicated she was ready for more, though the did ask, with a tenderness and slight chuckle, “So, what do you think? Are you still certain you want to move forward with this?”
 
The room had become blurry, her scenes were amuck with lust. When she saw the fog lift the bath there. She moaned as he stopped rubbing her clit and went to move her. She cried out leaning her head against his chest. Her hand reached out and touched him sqaure in the chest feeling his heartbeat in her ears. She was almost a completely different person with all of her barriers down. She nuzzled his chest and neck.

When he picked her up she cried out as her body came hard as she was moved. Her legs had been shaking for some time and her chest made any kind of movement hard for her to breath. Her air was almost sucked from her lungs when she was put in the bath tub. The water was hot, steam leaving the surface caressing her body before disappearing. She was able to keep her head above water. Opening her eyes she looked at him as if she was drunk. Smiling at him and looked at the bottles he was holding. "Rose and lavender. I want to smell like your skin." She said to him trying to gather her scenes.

She rested her eyes her body almost floating. The water began to form small droplets that rose from the surface. She had no idea they were hovering above the surface, hundreds of little droplets formed hovering. When she felt the sponge on her skin she jumped slightly. Her scenes coming back, she saw Edwards hands with a sponge and soap. She tensed slightly as he pressed the soap to her skin, almost like it had teeth. She opened her mouth to say something about how she had always washed herself. She struggled with him doing more for her and tried to move her hand to stop him.

She almost looked when he started to bath her. She tried to keep her thoughts on the present but thought about that same morning when she had been stripped of her rags and groomed to the queens wishes, a doll who she dressed accordingly. She was taken from her darkening thoughts as he ran his hands over her breasts and moaned. He had asked her if she wanted to continue with the pleasure and opened her eyes feeling slightly sharper in her mind. "I would if you want too Edward." She said and felt his hands on her back and tensed completely. She took in deep breathes telling herself in whispers that it was alright.
 
He reveled in her pleasure. He finished giving her as much as he thought she could take just now. He picked her up. She let herself fall against his chest. She placed her hand over his heart. She was so different, so raw and open now. It was good to see she could be like this. But she did cry out and cum hard when he picked her up. Her body not used to the intense pleasure. Her breathing labored he kissed her to give her enough healing to ease her breathing and get her body a little more under control.

He eased her into the bath and she had the expected reaction to the hot water but soon enough relaxed into it. She still looked dazed from the experience. She had more to come. He grinned and considered what the rest of the night held for her. He chuckled when she said she wanted rose and lavender oils so she could “smell like his skin”. He was actually touched but this was not the time or place to indulge in that. This was about her.

He saw her float in the water and the water begin to react to her. Small droplets floating up from the surface of the water. A magic user. She'd have to be a magic user. And she appeared to be a magic user who was completely unaware of the fact. He really didn't like magic users. The tended, as a group, to be just a bit too smug and self satisfied. But he returned his attention to her and the here and now. The rest could wait to be dealt with later.

He started to wash her and saw her reactions. He jerks and starts, and how she completely tensed when he began washing her back. He was being as gentle as possible, but her past and experiences were a strong opponent to over come. He'd try to be as easy as he could. She'd seemed to enjoy parts of it. She like how he'd washed and massaged and caressed her breasts. This was going to be harder than either of them had thought. But she said she wanted to continue if he did.

He kissed her while washing her bath. Over and over he kissed her to distract her and comfort her. Then he started to wash her legs. He started as her ankles and washed up her body. When he had her legs washed, he let the sponge go and let his hand alone “wash”, caress and explore her womanhood again. Though this time was not nearly as intense as before. It was an easy, lazy and slow build to a couple of climaxes. He then removed his hands and sat by the tub and began to sing to her. He had a deep rich baritone.

When she was ready to get out he simply picked her up again, just as he'd put her in. Holding her in his arms she felt a warm gentle wind circle and caress her body in the most interesting places and ways, until she was dry. Then he laid her face down on the bed and retrieved some cinomon massage oil. Pouring some in his hands he began rubbing at the nape of her neck and rubbed and massaged her body. Shoulder, arms, back, though he was careful and easy remembering how she'd reacted in the bath. Then he dragged his fingers, lightly, teasingly down her rear. He then began to rub down one, thigh and calf and then back up the other.

When down he returned to the base of her neck and kissed her skin. He began moving outward with his kisses. Her shoulders and down her arms. He even sucked at her fingertips. He worked his lips back up to her body. He kissed in a methodological pattern across and down her back. He was careful that not one inch of flesh did not get its kiss, its little bit of attention. He was slow and took is time. He worked his way down her body with his lips, the lower back, her hips, her butt. Then down one of her legs, again ensuring to cover every inch of her in kisses. Then he worked his way back up the other leg. When he reached her rear again he motioned for her to turn over. He loaded his hands back up with oil preparing to repeat the process on the front.
 
Her breath was labored after the orgasms, feeling his lips on hers she moaned feeling her breath come back. She took one deep inhale and grinned at him eyes glazed over. The warmth of the bath made her appear to float or was she really floating. She wasn't sure which was true. The smell of rose and lavender made her relax.

She stopped relaxing when he started washing her back, she had sat forward so he could get it better and she was digging her nails into her ankles. She tried to forcibly restraint her thoughts, she had half a thought to knock the soap out of his hands. She closed her eyes but quickly opened them when he groped her breasts. Moaning it took her a moment to get to where she was before, the scents oils helped as well.

She fully relaxed, tension and bad memories leaving her when he started to kiss her skin. The gesture calmed her nerves and her body itself. He began to wash her again and she let him do it, when he let go of the sponge it rose to the surface quickly. His hand reached her clit and she gripped the tub moaning as the climax built and were released. She had lost count of them long ago and her head was spinning more when he stopped. She heard him begin to sing and watched him lips wanting hers to be back on his. The song sent chills down her spine as she listened And soaked herself in the tub.

Once her skin had began to wrinkle he picked her up and dried her off with wind, her hair as well. A chill ran down her spine as he put her face down on the bed and she wiggles a moment to adjust. Feeling slick oil that smelled of her favorite spice cinnamon. Groaning as he rubbed her body and kept groaning in pleasure, her body was full of deep knots but this felt so good she wasn't able to move her limbs much.

The kisses made her moan when he started to kiss almost every part of her body. "Yes Edward, yes" she said lustfully, her pussy was already leaking liquid and she almost grew hastily anxious. She felt his hands on her butt and she flipped over her face full of lust. Moaning as he oiled up his hands she grabbed her breasts a moment wiggling her breasts at him. Her clit was swllollen from all the play, she felt an aching need for more of him. She moaned softly when his hands were on ber front. She looked at Edward from head to toe with a smile on her face.
 
He was immensely pleased to see just how much she had been able to relax into and let go for his touch. She'd finally seemed to not just accept his touch but want it. She laid in seeming bliss and contentment as he massaged her back and arms and legs. She did not ever flinch when he touched her rear as many women did. She merely turned over at his light nudge. She moaned out his name and told him yes. There was heavy lust and desire in her eyes and voice. It pleased him greatly.

There were few muscles to massage on the front of a woman. He massaged her arms and legs. He then rubbed the oil over he rest of her. He took his time and made a slow sensual exploration of her body, all of it, with his hands and fingers. His fingertips finding all those little hidden places all women had that were unique to each one. He spent an in credible amount of time massaging and rubbing her breasts. He was tender but firm. His fingers played and teased her nipples.

Then his lips found hers again. He savaged her mouth and poured pure passion into their kiss. Then he kissed her cheeks, and her jaw. He kissed her throat and her shoulders. His kisses traveled down her arms to the tips of her fingers and back again. He began to kiss her chest. Again, he took great pains to not miss so much as an inch of her flesh. Every part of her felt his lips embrace. His lips walked their way down to the well between her breasts. Then it was as if he'd never seen her breasts before, the attention and time he took kissing them. Sucking at her nipples. Teasing her nipples with his tongue and lips. One breast then the other and back again.

His lips then began their slow and arduous journey down her abdomen and stomach. His lips met her pelvic region and his kisses slowed and he took his time to give tender attention to this tender, very tender flesh. When he'd covered this too with kisses he moved his mouth down one leg, deliberately and methodically. Down, down, down her leg he went. Then he started up her other leg, making that same slow progress up towards his temple of divine pleasure.

He dropped down between her legs and lifted her legs to place on his shoulders. Then he dipped his mouth to kiss her outer lips, tugging them ever so lightly to entice her.

Then it happened. His mouth and the barest tip of his tongue found her blessed bud and at first, he flicked and sucked hard and let his teeth barely graze it. Then he got down to business. With the tip of his tongue he traced out the alphabet forward and backward. Then he did the elven alphabet forward and backwards! Then it was the dragonic alphabet, again forward and backward. When he finished? He just started again. His purpose was clear. He intended to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body that it had and much much more than she ever dreamed she could feel.

He was decidedly committed to introducing her to the capacity for unlimited orgasms. It was clear from his single minded devotion that he loved this. And in the secret places of his heart he had to admit woman was his favorite flavor and she was a sweeter treat than any he'd ever tasted. He never wanted to stop. Even when she begged him to, from sheer pleasure, it took her placing her hands on his head and pushing him away to make him stop. Though he did sneak in one simple single kiss to her sacred bud, as if in promise of more.

He let his lips slowly travel up her body and gave her breasts all the adoration and worship they demanded and deserved. His lips moved up her chest and throat and jawline. Now he hesitated in kissing her lips. Many women got offended at the taste of themselves on a man's lips and he did not know if she would be one such or not.
 
Mary moaned in pleasure as he massaged her front, mainly staying at her breasts. She felt her bud pulsing at the breast play. Moaning more when he rubbed oil all over her body. Moaning when she felt his kiss, it was passionate and loving. How had she ever deserved him, he worshipped her body in ways she didn't know was possible. His kisses covered all of her scars, soon she felt a tingling all over her body.

Relaxed her eyes closed she cried out when he tasted her bud. "Edward that's dirty!" She exclaimed but when she went to move her head swam. She laid back down her pussy already starting to leak fluid. She cried out and managed to grip the sheets in pleasure. He had started to suck her bud hard and her moaning filled the room. "Edward." She begged in lust. "Edward it's too much. My body can't handle this pleasure." She begged panting. He started to spell letters while licking and she started to rock her hips up and down. He had sent her on a lustful ride of pleasures. Her bud was so sensitive and she tried not to move much. Her body started to shake again from the pleasure. "Edward, my body is flooded with your pleasures." She slurred looking at him feeling drunk.

When he came up from her pussy and kisses her fully. She wraps her shaking arms around his neck. Her taste was in her mouth and she licked his lips and beard where her taste was. When she was done she kissed him and put her tongue in her mouth. She felt his cock lay across her bud and she moaned grinding on his cock. Grinding more while kissing him as the room spun around. She reached between his legs and wrapped her hands around his pulsing member and came so hard she saw stars but was gripping him and started to rub up and down.
 
Though hesitant to kiss her with her own juices on his lips he is pleasantly surprised that she pulled him into a kiss, a very passionate kiss. Her moan into his mouth made his burn with want and need of her.

He laid on his back and pulled her on top of him, straddling him just below his waist. His nine inch long and two inch thick, smooth throbbing manhood lay in the crease between her thigh and pelvis. Though she wouldn't know the difference, he was circumcised, with a cockeyed mushroom head that had a birthmark that looked a lot like one of the southern islands. His thick, wiry pubic hair tickled her thighs. He was hard as rock and she could feel his heart beating out a staccato rhythm against her body.

If you are still sure about this, wanting to do this, I think perhaps the best way is for me to lay on my back and you get on top. That will give you the control and the most choices. You will decide how quickly or slowly we move forward and once begun you will choose a pace that feels comfortable and not painful to you. I want this to be right and perfect for you.”

He took himself in hand and lined them up. He pressed the head to the edge of her cleft. He placed his other hand on her hip and motioned for her to ease down so that he entered her to point of meeting the tell tale resistance of her maidenhood.

He looked up into her eyes and told her, “This next part is what I wanted you to have control over. Going any further in and I will pierce you maidenhood. It is always painful for a woman the first time. Always. It can be a slow build up to entry or you can rush forward into it. But once pushed through it will hurt for a couple of minutes. Then it will begin to feel pleasurable.

“But I want you to decide how fast or slowly we move into that. Then, depending on how sore you are immediately after to set a pace, a rhythm that is enjoyable for you. Soon enough we can move at a more vigorous pace and do it in different ways. It is the very first time, the discomfort that I wanted to ease for you as much as possible. So ease further down as quickly or slowly as you feel is right.”
 
She almost giggled when she was pulled on top of him. Never ever being in a position like this she scrambled awkwardly for a moment. She gripped his shoulders for support. The whole evening had almost seemed romantic. She couldn't find in her heart how she deserved this treatment. She was a slave and would be forever. She tried to not think of how soul crushing it was. Focusing on the task at hand she lipped her lips nervously and listened to him talk. She knew there would be pain but knew the time had come to become a woman.

She looked at him holding his cock upright and she took in a few shaky deep breathes. She found her opening and slide his cock into her body. She tensed holding her breath, her seal was about 3 inches into her body. She glanced at him one final time and slammed herself down know she's would chicken out if she had done it gently. She cried out in pain and wasn't aware of anything for a moment. Gasping for air her eyes closed she couldn't find the will to move. She felt herself stretching, his throbbing cock inside.

She felt tears in her eyes but couldn't cry in front of him. Not ever. She looked up at the cieling until the tears retreated back into her eyes. She looked down at him and looked down at herself and froze. Her legs locking in place hugging his. Blood was running down her legs onto his then down to the bed. It wasn't much but appeared to be more than she ever thought. She took a shaky breath not sure if she could continue. Growing nervous as she just sat there trying not to really move and when she did her body hurt. The pulsing started in her pussy and she doubled over her head on his shoulder.

"Why does this have to hurt?" She whispered to herself and almost wanted to stop completely but didn't want to disappoint her new owner. Shuddering she picked herself up off his cock and went back down gently feeling more blood leaving her and more pain entering her body with stretching a pulsing and a slight stomach churning. She kept waiting for the pain to pass but couldn't find if it did.

She moved her body up and down on his cock then positioned her legs on his sides with her lower legs flat all akwardily moving. She began to move her body forward rocking her hips forward and back. She gritted thru the pain of it not wanting to disappoint Edward.
 
He smiled at her giggling and her fumbling for position. When she grabbed his shoulders, he laid his hands on her hips to try and help steady her. His heart went out to her and he felt the need to protect and hold her. He wanted to heal her and make her feel safe. Slave though she maybe, but still human and still deserving of basic human decency. He liked that she did listen to him very attentively.

He laid there, holding himself for her to make this a little easier for her. He knew that this was probably one of, if not the hardest, things she'd ever done. When she lowered herself to the point of resistance, he gasped. Then he made sure she had his hands firmly only her waist to support and hold her. But she slammed herself down much more forcibly than she should have, the he'd known any woman to do before. It actually drove the breath from him. The sheer force of her thrust surprised him and showed him just how scared she'd been.

He yelp of pain and need to look away from him, he knew it was to hid tears he was no fool. She sat there still and not moving. He began to worry about her. He felt her stretching, but incredibly tight around him. Then she looked down at the two of them, connected and so he looked. He saw the blood and told her, “It's normal, honey, it's normal.” He saw her fear of moving and his heart went out to her.

She laid down on him and he put his arms around her. “It's ok Mary. It'll be ok. I promise.” Then she sat back up and tried to move, to complete a thrust. The pain in her eyes was heart rending. He pulled her back down to laying on him. 'No Mary. Do not try to force it. Lay her in my arms and let you body get used to it. Kiss me, honey. I can't exactly heal this, but maybe the kiss will ease some of the pain. We have all night and there is no rush. This is why I wanted you on top like this, so that you could go easy till you were used to us being together like this.” He heard her question. “I've heard it said that the pain is to mark the passage from girlhood to womanhood, from innocence to the fullness of life.”

He held her and run his hands over her back to sooth her. “Kiss me Mary, even if it won't fully heal and only takes a little of your pain, it will still distract you and help you relax. You are making this harder than it has to be. Relax, don't expect so much pain. You expect exceptional pain and so have tensed up giving you that pain. Relax, kiss me, lay her and let yourself get used to me. When you are finally ready, make small movements at first. Not the long strokes like that, not at first. Small movements and let yourself get used to that, the slightly longer movements till you are used to that. I promise, if you take it easy and slow, very slow the pain will pass the the pleasure will come.”
 
Mary had felt the pain and saw the blood and saw the look on Edwards face of heart wrenching sadness. She had done as he had asked laid in his arms into of him. His manhood still deep inside her body. She kissed him and felt no difference. It seemed this pain wasn't something he could heal. She heard his comment about the pain being the passage way from girlhood to womanhood and kept back her words. She needed to let herself adjust to his size. She slowly felt herself relax starting with her finger tips and going all the way to her toes.

She started to move herself up and down on his cock. She could see why this would be pleasurable once the pain would pass. Feeling herself lubicate she kept going and going at a steady pace. Her pussy was stretched then relaxed and stretched more. She kissed him as he had done her and started to feel some of the pleasure he spoke of. She began to pant and her legs were on fire and shaking and she stopped feeling a small swear breakout on her skin.
 
He held her while she rested his arms. He readily kissed anytime her lips even passed close to his. He could tell this was hard on her. He'd done his a few times and knew this was harder on her then it should be. He wondered how much of this was psychological for her and how much was her still tensed from expecting great pain. But as he felt her begin to relax he smiled. He knew it would be easier and better for her as she relaxed and eased into it.

When she started to move again he felt her begin to stretch around him and the moistness of his earlier efforts with her eased it some too. Then she she moved some more and seemed to begin to enjoy it a little as she began to get more lubricated and eased around him more. When she kissed him again he gave the kiss all he had. He felt her legs shake and saw her stop with a slight sheen of sweat. He whispered into her ear. “You've done enough of the work here. The hardest part. Let me take the lions share from you.”

He rolled them over and held her in a close embrace but still managed to keep most of his weight off her by propping himself on his elbows. He began with micro thrusts till he could see she was okay with those tiny and easy movements into her. He eased his rhythm up, a little faster and a little deeper, but still infinitely gently, as she saw her grow more and more at ease with this.
 
She was panting when he whispered in her ear. She was rolled over onto her back trying to catch her breath. She felt her head swim slightly as the feeling of lust wanted to take over. Moaning as she felt him begin to move against his cock slowly at first. She relaxed her body mainly her pussy itself. She felt as he went deeper a senatation that made her wet came over her. He kept rubbing the spot over and over again. She gripped the sheets as his pace went up and she kept feeling the pressure build and tensed a moment the pleasure getting better. She couldn't hold it anymore and released and felt herself wet his cock again.

She let out a moan as she watched him move above her. She heard the slapping sound where their bodies met and tried to keep any of her walls up. She felt with this new event that took place her walls disappeared. To be fully exposed as a person but mentally was interesting to her. She saw stars as she kept orgasming more and more. The room began to spin so she kept herself awake by opening her eyes. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest and she finally stated to understand what sex was and why people enjoyed it.
 
He loved that she was losing herself into this experience. It was the only way really get the most out of it. He saw the lust in her eyes and knew he'd unlocked a part of her she did not even know she'd had. It thrilled him that he got to be the one to introduce her to this part of herself and more so this part of life. It meant the world to him that he could give her an experience that she would be able to treasure and hold onto for the days to come. He poured all his tender hearted and caring self into the love making. He so wanted this to be right and true for her.

He had started easy and slow, but as she relaxed more and gave more of herself over to it he was more confident in increasing his speed and power of his thrusts. He never let it get too intense though. Thiw as her first time after all and of course in the normal train of events she'd be sore after, but his healing with alleviate the soreness in her legs, her stretched and tired muscles. It seemed he couldn't really do anything for the soreness of her sex. That was unusual but he could accept that as long as he was careful and did not push her too far and cause her soreness to rise to the level of pain later. A little discomfort would remind her of how she got it and possibly make her want more later. The more the made love the sooner she get used to it and the sooner she no longer be sore from it.

He smiled as he felt her tense and then orgasm again against him. He kissed her and kissed her again. He got lost in the sounds of their love making, both the groans and moans. The sounds their bodies made meeting each other. The sounds of her breathing and panting. He ate it all up. It was more and more his passion overwhelming him and making him want her more and more. He saw the moment all her walls fell away and his heart stirred and went out to her. In this moment, in this here and now she had become the single most important thing in the world and pleasing her his life's ambition.

He felt her climax over and over against him and it excited him. Her bouncing breasts enticed and hypnotized him. He leaned down and took her nipple in his lips and suck and teased it through another climax the he felt the tell tale ache in his testes of a coming climax. He took her mouth savagely and he shot forth into her like a shot gun blast and flooded into her like Angel Falls. He could control his body as is slammed his last few thrust into her her emptying himself out into her. He took her in his arms, not removing himself from her he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Give a couple of minutes and the healing will begin. You will see and feel the changes.” He rolled them onto their sides, keeping himself inside her and holding onto her like she was a prized possession.
 
Mary's brain was fuzzy, her senses dulled and floating. Blinking as he filled and stretched her womanhood and pulled away only to be stretched again. She found it hard to keep her eyes open, her inner voice kept telling her to stay awake. The room was spinning she guessed from the sex and her speak had been slurred. She hadn't drank before in her life until she had met Edward. Completely anvirgin on so many levels it was embarrassing. She saw the love, care and felt tender hearted touch of him on her skin.

Her body appeared to almost be numb from the sex, her body felt really heavy as she never knew before. His thrusts got harder, at first she tensed but fell back into her bliss. The tender look excitement and trust was all over his face as he saw her walls go down. She was beside herself with her reactions and lack of walls to feel the room spinning. Blinking as her arms felt so heavy she couldn't move her own body. She listened to his moaning and felt something flooding her womanhood. Would she become pregnant? She didn't let the thought stay in her head long.

She was put on her side and her head put on pillow. He was still inside her body as he turned her body. She knew the nightmares were coming and fought to stay awake. In her slurred speak. "Thank you my lordship." Was all she said trting to stay awake. With the head high she was feeling as she watched the storm outside. Rain ran down the window sill collecting at the bottom then disappearing down the building. She saw thunder rumbling in the clouds.

She found it odd that moving her body after the experience was nearly impossible and she nuzzled into Edwards body instead. His cock still in her body, she felt his cum starting to leak out of her and tried to think nothing of it.
 
He had thoroughly enjoyed making love to her. He usually did not get to enjoy it when he was doing it simply to heal. But he'd taken so much time and effort with her because of all the unique circumstances involved. But in so doing, in his need and want to give her a positive experience, an experience she'd treasure and not regret or look back on with trepidation, he'd been able to give her more of himself. He'd made love the way he always liked to. He gave her all of his skill and tenderness and she'd accepted it. It was a dear and special moment to him.

Now he held her and saw how punch drunk she was from the experience. It was amazing. She became a limp doll in his arms afterwards. He laughed when she said, "Thank you my lordship." “Edward, Mary, I told you my name is Edward.” He kissed her and kissed her more. “Any second now Mary and the healing ought to hit you.” He smiled trying to imagine her reaction to the healing, losing a good part of her hurts, scars and burns. He'd figured a good ten to twelve love makings would have her completely healed and if she's never suffered so much as a bruise from the way her body would be. She'd be a new creature. A happier being, he hoped.

He held her close to himself. Still connected to her he knew that if she was to come back to her self and want more he'd be only too happy to give it to her. He ran his fingers through her hair and saw the healing begin and knew that aside from the mental fog of sensual overload, her mind would clear and her energy would jump to as though she'd had a full nights sleep and a couple cups of coffee.

He even felt a boost in his own aethor. He did not think to closely on the why. On one hand he had the purest of intent to give her her health and a sound body and she chose to give herself to him. Even if it was only for the healing, she chose to give herself to him and that was no small choice for her. On the other hand, it had only been for healing and she still might on some level felt compelled because she was his slave, though he went to great length to make sure she understood she fully and completely had the choice herself.

But he lay their, in her and watching her begin t heal. He'd been told it was a tingling and almost ticklish sensation. Not at all like how his own body felt when he self healed. But he wondered how she would react to that sensation too and to the new her, even after just this little bit of healing. Even with this fraction of herself made whole she'd look like a different person. She was a beautiful woman and had a lovely form. He couldn't wait to see what it would look like without her scars and burns. He thrilled at the thought. The thrill of her healed even made his manhood twitch just a little. He smiled. He couldn't wait. “Mary, your body is beginning to heal now.”
 
Mary felt the energy of his kiss and it was like she was starting to wake up. Had she been asleep? Was this experience as a whole a dream. She groaned feeling the now familiar tingle in her skin. His powers were something she had heard in tales while eating dinner at night. She took in a deep breath finding she could fully exhale without a tightness in her shoulder blades. Groaning again when she magically felt her hand go to her back. Well her right shoulder and felt the roughness of a whip mark had been made smoother.

As her head began to clear and her thoughts coming back thru the haze she smiled and felt tears in her eyes. She let the silent tears falls as she thought of what he had done for her in just the mere first day, not even the first 24 hours. Fed and gave her shelter, made love to her instead of the rape the majority of slaves got. He was holding her now as a lover a human and a woman. It was too much to handle and with her emotions still all over from the night. She looked at the fire as he talked and almost shook her head at herself. "Sorry Edward." She said calmly still a dash slurred in her voice.

She heard the fire popping as the embers she imaged sparked out. She felt his hand go thru her hair and she smiled to herself as he did it. There was always something about getting your hair ran thru that was so peaceful and sweet. Hearing the thunder outside she was surprised on muffled it was from inside the room. She saw a man and woman running along the streets in the rain giggling. She felt her energy return and sat up in bed moving to go out more wood on the fire and fetch him something to drink.
 
He'd kissed her, more for want of kissing her, but his kisses and his love making always conveyed pure life energy. So it was no surprise to see her perking up and coming back to herself. So he kissed her again. He watched, pleased, as his healing power ran through her body and erased some of the lessor scars and lightened others. He saw her take and release a breath, almost experimentally. Then she reached back to feel her back. He smiled and made a pleasured groan as saw the look on her face as realizing she had been healed some, or that at least it had started, good and well.

He could not know the thoughts going through her mind, but saw clearly the gears turning. When he saw tears leaving her eyes he kissed them away. He held her closely to himself and kissed her again. He said in a calm and sure voice, “All will be well and all will be be well and all manner of things will be well.” He sighed and moved his hips slightly against hers, reminding her they were still joined. He hungered for her to tell him to make love to her again, but he did not say anything. He'd let her come to it on her own. She knew he was available to her and more than willing. That was as much as he'd do right now.

He saw her attention go to the fire and her smile when he ran his fingers through her hair.. Then her eyes shifted to the window and she listen as the thunder sounded. He groaned as she sat up and disconnected them. His body felt a little bereft with her her next to him, him inside her. She got up to add more wood to the fire and he said, “Hurry back. I find I have grown fond of holding you and want to do so through the night if you will allow it.”
 
She touched her back smiling genuinely to herself at the thought of smooth skin. It has been so many years it got to a point she wasn't sure she cared about what her body looked like. She felt herself be able to stretch further. The scar tissue making the skin tighten to where she almost had had a hunch. At her age the thought now horrorfied her. She had heard his groaning protest as the two bodies seperated. Standing was akward and shaky, the soreness she felt inside of her body was new. It was odd to think of her body now opened.

As she made it over to the fireplace stacking logs in a pattern. Two logs facing forward and then placing two the opposite way. She had learned how to build fires from helping the woman cook evening meals. She stopped mid stacking of the last log and turned to him. "Edward, I am a slave. I am allowed nothing except my own body and even that isn't mine. To be allowed anything, society would have me put in my place. I am not like you, if you wish it then my opinion doesn't matter." She said matter of factly and made her way back to the bed. She laid nuzzled against him but she had pulled the sheets to cover her shivering body.

She felt the slow creping shackles on her body and neck. She couldn't find herself able to move much. The thought of the restraints made her breath short and muscles tense. She could almost hear the clinking chains. She bundled the sheets in front of her into a ball and started to curl herself up into a ball. The chains weren't there in real life but in her mind she knew that they always would be. Death would be her only true freedom, life after death was so unknown. No one knew what landed beyond that point but she hoped it would be happiness and freedom. She felt herself growing tired from the days event, her body had taken his healing but it still needed rest and hopefully at least for one night her terrors would stay away.
 
He had been smiling at her until she brought up he status as a slave. Then his grin dropped and he blanked his face. As she came back to him and cuddled up against him but pulling the sheet between them and then she balled it up. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall. He called fire to the fire place igniting the wood she'd stacked. He pulled the sheet from her hands and moved her to sit between his legs with her back laying against his front which he warmed up to give her heat.

He put his arms around her and waited for a long moment and to organize his thoughts. Finally he said, “You say since you are merely a slave and have no right to self will or anything of your own, even the use of your own body. What if I were to say I wanted to make love to you all night long? What if I wanted to make you climax over and over and over again?” He grunted. Though he certainly could do just that, he had no intention to unless she asked. He was trying to make a point.

“But somehow I don't get the sense that as much as you enjoyed making love with me, I don't think you'd want that. As enjoyable as it'd be for both of us, I still don't sense you want it. For that reason alone I won't press it, nor would I have even mentioned the potential of it, save you words. We've already discussed this. Yes, you are a slave, my slave, but you ought know by now I do not and will not be as other masters are. As much as I wanted you to rejoin me, I asked and not commanded. Yes, as much as I'd love to make love to you all night and all day tomorrow, I will not since it is clear to me you don't want it. Slave though you are, you are my slave and therefore have rights and privileges that would not be given to other slaves. A high degree of personal freedom and self determination is what I do not give you but what I expect you to take for yourself. Do you understand what I am saying?”

He shrugged and said, “Short of making love to you, I'd like to just hold you like this for a time, but again I leave that choice to you. Mary, I bought you and gave you as a gift, things of your own. I promised to buy you rose oil because you like it. That will be yours and no one else's. Have you not seen by now that I am not as are other masters? You will never again be treated as other slaves? What more do I have to do to show and convince you that things are different now?”
 
She almost froze at his loss of grin but laid on the bed but was put between his legs, her back against his bare chest. She shivered a moment feeling his body heat against her skin. She looked at the now roaring fire watching as it came to life before her eyes. What else could he do with his powers? She almost jumped when he put his arms around her bare body but looked ahead and not behind at him. The sheets covered her feet but that was all. She listened to his words and felt it odd that he was talking this way but soon understood. "If that is what you want Edward."

She seemed confused that he wanted her to take charge in some parts of her own life. What would the queen say if she had a spy listening. The thought of going back to that woman anonnied and terrified her. Listening to his words as he talked on what he had to do to prove himself and she listened to the end. Her body had finally calmed down but she felt a stirred in her body when she touched his skin once more. "You don't have to prove anything to me." She said laying her head on her knees pulling at the sheet with her feet. "I don't know what to think about this situation Edward."
 
He had talked to her and tried to explain things to her every sort of way and as pleasantly as he could. Now he knew it was just up to her to come to terms with it all. He leaned forward and kissed her neck. He slipped his hand between her stomach and between her legs. He began stroking her sex, slowly and gently. “Tell me if you want me to stop or if you want me to continue or stroke more ardently. I want you to enjoy this and I want you as happy as you can be.” He kissed her neck again.

“Tell me what you want Mary. I want to please you. Tell me what will please you and if it is in my power I will do it.” He kissed her neck again and continued rubbing her sex more.
 
Mary came back to reality with a shock that ran from her toes to her head in a jolt. His hand had gone from being folded in front of her to her stomach then her sex. She began to wet at his rubbing and was turned around. She found it so odd that he was asking her what she wanted, if he wanted him to stop what he was doing. She blinked again when he touched her but couldn't bring herself to look at him when he asked what she wanted and if it was in his powers. She couldn't ask for her home back. Her cousin Michael she doubted remembered what she looked like. Her uncle had taken her entire life in a day.

Michael was blonde and blue eyed, they had been often though of as siblings they looked so similar in facal features. "I can't get my home back." She whispered and couldn't barely to repeat the terms because she wouldn't if he didn't hear her the first time. She hadn't thought of her home in so long, the pain of losing the estate almost drove her to sucide many times before. She felt a moment of crushing sadness, there was a chill in the air in moments then disappeared. She let him kiss her neck but refused to cry in front of him. The tears started to come to her eyes but she anchored her feelings to her core.

Crying wouldn't bring her life back to normal, she belonged to the queen and was living her life out more than likely with spies at every corner. Biting her lip as he rubbed her sex again she was forced back to the present as her body was responding to his touch so rapidly she was surprised because she wasn't in the room with him but lost in the house she would probably never see again.
 
He saw her look distracted and could almost hear the wheels turning in her mind. He sighed. He also noted that her body was readily responding to his touch. He smiled at that. He knew her thoughts could not be anything good if she did not answer him. He also noticed he did not ask him to stop. So he continued to rub her sex and slipped a finger past her outer lips to begin toying and teasing her clit.

He knew she was lost in a world all her own and knew also it was probably not a nice place to be. He wanted to distract her from that. He grew more deliberate and serious about her pleasure. He listened closely for her to ask him to stop or keep going. He was absolutely determined to see her out of this funk and see her happy. He wanted her to know that her life was different now and it was going to be better then any she'd known before as a slave.
 
Mary cried out when he started to run her clit even faster. His fingers were soaked with cum and her body needed him inside of her. She wasn't sure if it was the best idea to have sex so soon but she didn't care. Moaning as he touched her she slowly ran her hands up her own body stopping at her breasts and pinched her nipples between her fingers. Sexually she was wild having little to no self control because it was so different of a feeling to her.

She was facing him and saw his cock and slipped herself away from his fingers and took his cock in her mouth. She slip her mouth all the way down and up his shaft several times. Once he was lubed with her saliva she placed her hand loosely on the bottom half and kept her mouth flicking and sucking his head. She kept rubbing and sucking at the same time hoping that it would cause him pleasure.
 
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