The rustic cabin was quiet save for the gentle crackle of the hearth, casting long amber shadows across the dark wooden beams. Robin had retired to his room hours ago, exhausted from practicing his basic footwork with the new leather pouch strapped securely to his belt.
In the main bedroom, soft lamplight washed over the bedside table. Arthur sat on the edge of the mattress, unclasping his leather vambraces.
The door opened with a soft rustle, and Martha stepped into the room. Her long, brilliant white hair cascaded loosely down her back, contrasting beautifully against a soft lavender nightgown that draped over her voluptuous silhouette. Her bright blue eyes locked onto Arthur with a mix of quiet reverence and romantic warmth.
She crossed the room with graceful steps and sat down beside him, her weight shifting the mattress. The delicate scent of wild berries and fresh soap filled the space around them.
"Robin was practically glowing tonight," Martha murmured, reaching out to gently trace the broad contour of Arthur’s shoulder. Her touch sent a light, electric shiver along his neck. "He looks up to you so much, Arthur. You've given him hope... and you've brought a life back into this home that I thought was long gone."
Arthur turned to face her, placing his hand over hers. "I promised to protect and provide for both of you. This is just the beginning, Martha."
Martha’s breath hitched slightly at the earnest intensity in his dark eyes. A deep flush bloomed across her high cheekbones. Without another word, she leaned forward, cupping his jaw with both hands as she brought her lips to his in a passionate, intoxicating kiss.
Arthur wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Martha let out a soft sigh into the kiss, her fingers tangling in the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss deepened, growing from grateful affection into something raw and ravenous. He tasted of mint and evening air; she tasted of sweet berries and unspoken desire.
A golden current of magic burst forth, enveloping them both in an invisible, radiant sphere of energy. Martha arching into his embrace as her refined mana and years of battle experience seamlessly intertwined with Arthur's raw potential. The connection was seamless and exhilarating an intimate exchange of vitality and power that made their blood burn with pure magic
Then Breaking the kiss, Martha stared into his eyes, her chest heaving. "I want you, Arthur. All of you. Right now."
A low groan rumbled in Arthur’s chest. He rose, easily lifting Martha in his powerful arms even if she was heavy woman because of her heavy breast and huge ass. She felt weightless, completely enveloped by his strength. He carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down gently upon the quilt, her white hair fanning out like a halo against the dark fabric. He loomed over her, his sharp black eyes drinking in the sight of her, the soft curves of her body straining against the thin nightgown.
With a deliberate slowness, he reached for the hem of her gown, drawing it up over her thick thighs, past her hips, and over her head. The cool night air kissed her bare skin as it was exposed, and she shivered, but not from cold. Her breasts, full and heavy, rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the pink nipples pebbling in the lamplight. He tossed the garment aside, his gaze unwavering.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his hands tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the soft expanse of her stomach.
He knelt between her legs, spreading them wide. His fingers drifted lower, parting her folds to find the slick heat already gathering there. He circled her pussy entrance, teasing, before sliding one, then two fingers inside her pussy. Martha arched her back, a silent moan on her lips as he began to pump them in and out, a slow, steady rhythm that built a deep, coiling tension within her.
He was in control. Every movement was precise, purposeful. He watched her face, the way her brow furrowed in pleasure, the way she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He was learning her, mapping her responses, stoking the fire until it burned white-hot. This chapter is updated first at NovelPing.
Then, he withdrew his fingers. Martha's eyes fluttered open, a protest dying on her lips as she saw the dark, predatory look in his gaze. He flipped her over with a sudden, decisive movement, pulling her hips up until she was on her hands and knees. He pressed a firm hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her down until her cheek rested against the cool linen of the bedspread. Her rounded ass was presented to him, high and vulnerable.
"Arthur...?" she breathed, a tremor of anticipation running through her.
He didn't answer with words. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, puckered rosette of her ass. Martha tensed, a gasp escaping her. He paused, one hand gripping her hip, the other pressing down gently on her back, holding her in place.
"Relax," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Let me in."
He pushed forward, slowly, inexorably. The tight ring of muscle gave way, and a sharp, burning sensation spread through Martha's ass. She buried her face deeper into the bed, her fingers twisting in the quilt as he filled her, inch by thick inch, stretching her in a way she hadn't experienced in years. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, an overwhelming fullness that stole her breath.