Oras watched his seed trickle from her pink flower. “I got another one in me,” he assured her and gave his slick cock a couple of pumps. What had started to diminish in size got the signal and reverted the course. Soon, his cock was back to full mast. He would have boasted that he felt more confident about this second round, but he had learned that boasts were best done after the fact.
“I love to hear that,” Theria cooed and spread her legs for him again. The circling of her fingers slowed, keeping her ready for the moment he decided what he wanted to do with her next.
One moment Oras was sitting there, the next he guided his cock back into her. Penetrating her was easy now, providing only enough resistance that he was surrounded by the glove-like grip of her folds when he was fully inside. One hand gripped her by the waist, as before, the other found a new resting place on her throat.
He hadn’t tried choking a woman before, at least not deliberately in a sexual context. Since he already knew that Theria was more than a little into it, he had no misgiving about trying it though. Most of his hand was wrapped around the side of her slender neck. Only his thumb really put any pressure on her windpipe. More would have been too much, at least for a couple that only began to dabble in the dance of pain and pleasure.
Theria growled like an animal in heat when he pinned her down like that. Half-lidded, she stared up at him. Her lips spread in a teeth-clenched smile. Choking, it turned out, was a very reliable way to make her pussy wet.
Everything that worked to arouse her did splendid work to animate him as well.
Oras went into a blur of motions immediately. Freed of the doubts that came with the fear of premature ejaculation, he hammered into her at a pistoning speed. Eyes widened, Theria stared at the cock that kept disappearing inside of her, as if she couldn’t believe that she was capable of getting used so efficiently.
Screams of pleasure were choked out by the tightening grip on her throat. That hold and the repeated smacks of his groin on her thighs kept the redhead pinned in two places. Between them, her spine became an arching bridge. The orgasm that she had been so close to suddenly and harshly crashed down on her.
Spasms turned into a full-bodied tensing. Oras released her neck, letting her nerves flare up with the joy of fresh oxygen. She inhaled harshly. Her fingers curled into the blanket, bunching the brown fabric up with the same orgasmic tightness that was gripping Oras’ manhood.
He did not stop moving, however. She was so wet, so stretched, that he could continue to fuck her even while climactic convulsions turned her pussy into a vice.
Air finally left her. Tiny exhales, each a moan or a gasp in its own right. “Oooo-o-o-o-ohhhh, Maa-a-s-s-steeee-eee-eeerrrrr,” she screamed, voice shaken by the continued and harsh impacts. Her breathing did not steady. He did not give her the chance. By the end of this, he wanted her to feel like she had run a marathon.
Every time he sunk into her, he did so to the hilt. He was aiming straight at the point that she had shown to him when she had been on top. The force he was using bordered on a savage rutting and she loved it. Barely had one orgasm ended that he had her at the cusp of another one. A renewed grip on her throat pushed her over the edge.
Theria’s head flew back, sinking into the moss that cushioned the ground beneath the blanket. Heels pressed into the ground, as she grunted. It was the only kind of sound that he let pass by his hand. “You’re such a fantastic cocksleeve,” he complimented her, even while he was hammering into her. “Tight, wet and so enthusiastic.”
“Msstrrrrrrr-” Half the letters got stuck behind her clenched teeth.
‘The choking definitely worked,’ he noted to himself.
Having found out one weak spot of his wonderfully masochistic first wife, the question of others naturally arose. “On all fours,” Oras ordered, withdrawing from her pussy’s grip so she could follow his demand.
“Wha-ah-tever ya wan-ngh-t, Mashter,” she slurred her response. Even when he wasn’t fucking her, her breathing remained taxed. She would require a long break to properly recover herself, one that he did not intend to give her. “Like this?” she asked.
“Perfect.” The single word described both her obedience and his view. Theria’s bubble butt was doubtlessly her greatest singular asset. Shapely tits and a fine midriff made for wonderful viewing, but that ass he could have stared at all day. Two hills of tanned flesh, the caramel skin pulling taut over rounded meat and muscle. Hers was an ass neither too fat nor anywhere close to flat. It was perfectly proportional to her hips and thighs, matched the ratio of her shoulders and harmonized flawlessly with the curve of her sides. Even the groove of her spine seemed shaped to elevate the roundness of her ass.
Between tanned thighs and round cheeks, her pussy stood out immensely for the difference in tan. So thoroughly fucked already, the area was much redder than it had been at the beginning of all this, a fact that the paler skin showed readily.
SMACK!
Oras had let his instincts win. His hand slapped her rear and he watched the firm flesh jiggle. A cry that had not even a hint of pain and was filled to the brim with masochistic delight echoed from Theria’s lips. A second smack swiftly followed, to give the other cheek the treatment she as a whole deserved.
“Such sweet cries,” he complimented her again. “It’s like you sing for me.”
“I ain’t much of a good singer…”
Oras grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back until she could stare back at him, upside down. Something in his glare made her shudder in a way he loved. “I’ll be the judge of that, slave,” he growled at her, “or are you calling your Master a liar?”
“Nev’r!” she slurred in that delicious accent, a melody of home.
“Mhm… I think you still need some discipline.” Oras’ eyes brushed over their bundle of clothes and backpacks. ‘I will need to be careful, but it could work,’ he thought and grabbed one of the ropes they used to secure their blankets. A knot was swiftly tied and pulled tighter after he had thrown it over Theria’s head, creating an impromptu leash. “If I pull too tight, raise your arm above your head,” he whispered to her.
“Got it,” Theria assured him.
Just as he slipped back into her, he slipped back into his character. In reality, he was husband first and Master second, but they both greatly enjoyed what was the beginning of a wonderfully harmonious dynamic between top and bottom.
“Such a nice and tight pussy,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear it. He wrapped the excess of rope twice around his hand, pulling it taut. Theria adjusted her posture, her spine forming a curve that deliciously emphasized her ass.
He rewarded her with another spank. He felt her insides tighten. The domination was a rush. Oras felt the power in his veins. His nerves were alight and yet he felt completely in control. Theria wiggled her ass, eager for him to do something, anything, to her.
The changed angle made everything different. Sensitive spots he had previously known to aim for were now out of easy reach. Still, he went at it confidently, starting with slow but hard thrusts. There was plenty of room between them to keep smacking her ass, tinging the caramel of her skin a dark red.
“I need not look further for proof of the wisdom of nature than you. Nothing this tailored to my desires could have been placed in my path by complete accident.” He gave the rope a little pull, constricting air flow fully for just a few seconds, before letting it go lax enough that she could breathe regularly.
Praising her was so simple when she was just such a good girl. When he was fucking her hard, she gripped the blanket and steadied herself, so his thrust met her with as much force as possible. Her ass remained relaxed, all of that prime, female flesh rippling from the impact. When he halted his thrusts inside her, she was wiggling her hips for their mutual enjoyment.
He did not stop a whole lot.
In fact, he stopped less and less the more he fucked her.
The changed angle was something he was rapidly getting used to. A slight adjustment of the way his knees were placed was all he needed to slam into her depths in a new manner that she loved. Missionary, doggy or cowgirl, no matter the position, one thing was clear: Theria liked it hard, deep and rough.
That was exactly what Oras gave to her. His hips accelerated until he was once against moving at a blur. His hands busied themselves smacking her ass or pulling the leash, sometimes at once, often in a back and forth. There was no moment where he wasn’t working her senses of pain and pleasure simultaneously, intertwining them both.
This was new territory for him as well. What experiences he had previously had been comparatively tame. He loved that Theria matched his innermost desires so forwardly, that she truly was his match in heart and body. For her, he did his best, pounding her harder and harder until his lungs let him know that he could not breathe fast enough to sustain anything rougher.
Despite the difficulty, he held that tempo. Every time he hammered into her depths was a smack unto itself. Theria was a true sex slave in those moments, if even that much sapience could be attributed to her. A bitch in heat would perhaps have been a more apt description.
“Oh… fuck… oh… fuck… oo-o-oo—h-h-hh…” Theria’s body suddenly tensed up. Her head flew back enough that the rope went fully lax. She inhaled deeply, then let out the loudest scream yet. “ORAS! MASHTAAAAAAAAAAHR!”
Pussy juice gushed from her cunt, each little explosion of wetness accompanied by a body-quaking spasm. Oras had to release the rope, fearful she might give herself friction burns from the uncontrolled thrashing that went through her curves. The short glimpses he caught of her face between those heavy spasms showed nothing short of incredible bliss.
Framing the small of her back between his gripping hands, Oras continued his efforts to screw her brains out. That state that he had put her in, that total loss to erotic delights, he wanted to deepen it. He wanted her cross-eyed and orgasming so hard that she’d pass out afterwards. His pride as her husband demanded it!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The overabundant wetness past her orgasm made the sounds of their lovemaking extra debauched. Oras felt like he had run a marathon and she looked no less taxed. Both of them were covered in sweat now, beads of it rolling down Theria’s nubile curves. Her voice had collapsed into throaty moans now, just as her chest laid on the ground. Her hands clenched the blankets. Her head was half-turned, showing him half of the gooey grin on her face. She stared vacantly ahead, totally absorbed in the bliss he made her feel.
A second orgasm hit her in quick succession. Oras only noticed it because of the way the pussy walls convulsed around him. He was absolutely ruining her, making it so the twitches and spasms never fully stopped at the surface.
Somewhere, somehow, Oras found the will and power to go even faster, to hammer her even harder. Top down, bottom up, Theria was the receptacle of his sadistic wish to rut into until she couldn’t walk anymore.
“Mhmmm-mashtahr,” she managed to press out that word one final time, before she was pushed past the final breaking point. He plunged into her depths and something about her snapped.
A climax so intense hit her that Oras wouldn’t have believed it if someone boasted about making a woman contort that way. Her eyes rolled up, her tongue lolled out, the corners of her lips twisted into a smile, and all of her was pulled as taut as the string of her bow. Her pussy went from gushing to squirting, soiling the blanket with repeated releases of clear fluids that soaked the fabric, her thighs and their joined sexes.
Oras was still fucking her, still using that pussy. Theria was giggling like a madwoman, slurring singular words like “Cock.” “Master.” and “Cumdump.”, all with little more understanding of them than the fact she loved the way they felt on her tongue. He had well and truly broken her mind with sex.
To say that he felt accomplished would have been the mother of all understatement.
Whatever in her mind had snapped, her body followed. Her sensitivity was cranked up to overdrive. What had appeared like a continuous orgasm before was doubtlessly one now. Everything he did to her, from the rapid plunges to the pulling of her hair, made her quiver in a way not even a 100 gold whore could fake. Before him was a redheaded cocksleeve, a cumdump waiting for him to give him the second load that was churning in his balls.
There was only one thing left to do.
“B-buh?” Theria made a nonsensical sound, when he pulled out of her. In her eyes was a hunger for dick that was as innocent as it was depraved.
Satisfaction was not far from her. Like putty in his hands, she responded to his manhandling with the total submission of her limbs. She smirked when he rolled her onto her back and giggled girlishly when he folded her in half, legs next to her head. Curled up, her ass and gaping cunt were waiting for him to use her like the cock glove she was. He straddled her ass, then descended.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
This was the position he had dreamt of the most, one that he had deliberately kept for the finale of their first time. Everything lined up for it. His impending orgasm, her absolutely dumb-fucked state, the constant climaxes and the freedom of doing all of this outdoors. They were like two animals, discarding the pretence of civilisation. All that mattered was the moment he would release inside of her.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Oras raced mindlessly towards his release. There was nothing left to prove, no greater height of ecstasy he could bring her. Tongue and toes curled, his sex slave barely managed to stare at his cock. “Cum?!” she asked, voice so needy and so delighted.
“Yes,” Oras growled. “I’m going to cum inside you, my gorgeous slave-wife.”
“Slave-wife!” Theria repeated the title happily. “I’m Masssster’s slave wife!”
“My slave-wife and my breeding hole. I’m going to pump your womb full with my seed, as nature intended. Do you want that?!” His voice rose to a roar, his pleasure spiking.
“YESSSSSSH!!!” The redheaded cumdump managed to gather the strength for one last roar. Her legs closed around his hips in a powerful lock, just as he penetrated her to the hilt for a final time. Somehow, the tunnel that had been moulded into his shape managed to return to almost virginal tightness in the seconds of his release.
Oras’ field of view narrowed. It was like he was looking at the world through a tunnel of white lightning and black dots. All that he could still see was Theria’s face, every emotion besides love and passion wiped from it. Her thighs pressed against his sides, hot and sticky, keeping him in place while his balls pumped every last drop he had to give into her depths.
Never in his life had he cum so hard. Every spurt felt like an eternity. Every jump of his cock was intense, shooting his seed as deep as it could go. He grunted through clenched teeth, his full body vibrating. Then, all tension left him.
He barely managed to pull out and gently guide Theria’s bottom to rest on the ground. All of the toll that the… minutes? Half hour? However long he had been rutting into his wife, it had taken its toll and it was all registering now that his balls were too empty to allow his cock to stay hard.
Tiredness was crashing down on his mind. He took a look around and fought off the fog on his thoughts for long enough to consider any predators that would have made it unwise to just pass out then and there. There was a chance a fox or wild dog would attack them, but they were exceptionally low. Anything else would not have put up its territory so close to the city.
“My first wife,” he muttered, after laying down next to Theria.
“Master-husband…” the redhead answered, still blissed out of any coherent thought. Without any fresh stimulation coming her way, her own tiredness rose to the forefront. They just barely managed to embrace each other. Then, a well-deserved sleep claimed them.
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Oras woke up when something tickled his leg. He cracked an eye open to find a deer licking his naked calf. The animal was doubtlessly attracted to the salt on his skin. For his part, Oras did not have much of an appreciation for getting licked this way.
All it took was the beginning of a motion for the deer to jump away and disappear into the nearby trees. The sound of snapping branches stirred Theria from her sleep next. “Oooooh, Elephant…” she groaned as she started to join him in sitting upwards. “...my lower body is a battlefield.”
“How bad is it?” Oras asked. He needed to know if his excess roughness in the throes of passion would lead to more pain after than it was worth.
Theria’s face contorted as she stretched. Once she had made herself as long as she could, her expression slightly relaxed. “There we go;” she sighed in relief. “Okay… something was tensed up there…” She grabbed his shoulder and stood up. A part of the blanket was glued to her behind by a since dried mixture of fluids. When it came off, she winced. “That aside,” she glared at the low-quality fabric. “It’s manageable… I would take way worse for whatev’r ya did to me there.”
“Glad to hear that… so it was good?”
“Good?” Theria laughed, then plopped down next to him. “Master, you scrambled my brain. I was actually just a cocksleeve for a minute there.” Every word she drawled was presented with full conviction. She grabbed his arm with both of hers and affectionately curved against him. “If it’s gonna be like that every time, I’ll need those sister-wives just to manage you.”
Oras allowed himself a plain grin. What kind of man did not want to hear those words? “I’m only getting started,” he promised her. Various legends passed down the generations reported that legendary heroes grew as much in their prowess in bed as they did in combat. It was how Richard the Hundred-Wifed had supposedly ascended to godhood. “I was neverthis good before.”
For a moment, Theria was quiet. “So, you’re saying I bring out the best in you?”
“Absolutely,” he agreed and kissed her with all the appropriate sincerity.
One kiss turned into three. He did try to go for a fourth, but she asked him a question. “Did you… mean that breeding stuff at the end?”
“The wish of an aroused mind for a simpler time,” Oras told her.
“Put that into plain Common for me?”
“Obviously I want children with you. I would want them as soon as possible, if it weren’t for the circumstances. For now, it will remain a fantasy guarded by Amayron’s Blessing.”
Amayron was the widely known God of Adventurer’s, most commonly known the world over for his blessing that sealed the fertility of those that were venturing off the beaten path. The blessing primarily aided women, although men that did not wish to sire a bastard when they were rewarded handsomely by a widow could also rest at ease. Since this blessing was a question of an honest mindset, it was not something that could be easily exploited either.
Most who had studied the question honestly agreed that this was Amayron’s way to assure that the female members of the many species of Megomaia and beyond were not forced to total celibacy on the road. Oras was thankful for this. He would not be able to live if he had to watch Theria’s butt swing every day for weeks, months or years without ever tapping it.
“Alrighty, we’re on the same page then,” she purred. “What’s next?”
“Next… we go back into the city and find some inn with a bath. We are sticky.”
“We are sticky together.”
He got his fourth kiss after that.