Standing straight, she plants her feet about two feet apart, raises her arm and crosses them behind her head at the wrists. Arching her back and ass in a way she knew pleased him, and waited.
To look at her, she appears made of stone. His balls tightened and more blood surged to engorge his already semi-hard shaft. She was magnificent . His woman. The flickering candle light cast her smooth golden skin a reddish orange. with valleys and hollows cast in shadows. Scars marked various places along her skin. Badges of honor she called them. From the many battles she stood so bravely beside him and fought. His woman. Her wrath very nearly revealed his own. Stories would warn many a foolish soul to beware of the Mistress of Darkwood should one come along and threaten her nest. Should you manage to make it past her Masters whips, she would guarantee you took your last breath.
Only he knew she wasn’t made of stone. Her steady breathing belied the heart he could hear slamming against her ribs. The slight tremor and ripples of the muscles under her skin. He removed his clothing and stood there contemplating his wife. Reaching down he took his rock hard cock in his hand and slowly began to stroke it. A smile tugging at his lips. His hand moving along his shaft, he knew, saturated the air with his pheromones .
The soft whisper of cloth being removed and the pounding of her own heart was all that broke the silence. With each article of clothing being removed, the smell of her mate's skin became stronger. Gods she loved the smell of him. Soon another smell assaulted her senses. The core of her woman hood instantly tightened and started to weep down her thigh.
Then another sound came from out of the dark. Like that of a long serpent's tail……whispering back and forth. She closed her eyes and let herself drift with its sweet rhythm. She loved that sound nearly as much as she did the man making it. Suddenly the sound changed and she felt the caress of a leather snake around her leg and kissed her on the inside of her right thigh. The sweet sting radiated from its place to the juncture of her pussy, causing her clit to swell. She stood there, savoring the sensation. Slowly she bent to retrieve the brace with her remaining two candles. Without warning a crack rented the air mere fractions of a second before she felt the sharp sting of leather across the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the lips of her pussy. She would have pitched forward onto her face had she not been quick enough to catch herself on her palms as her knees buckled. That was against the rules, she hissed. Crouched there on the balls of her feet, hands braced on the cold floor, she reached a hand between her legs and cupped her sex, letting her cool fingers soothe the burning sting. As she did so, she looked over her shoulder and peered into the dark where she thought him to be. He inhaled sharply. Her actions, the sight of her was so primitive and wild. His need to possess her took over. The sharp crack to her left had her leaping to her feet, snatching the brace of candles and flying across the cold stones in one smooth move. The air was filled with the sound of hissing and cracking as he welded the whip. All along the backs of her legs and up her sides, across her back stomach and breasts, she felt his kiss. Some sting more than others, some making her flinch and turn away. Yet each one sweeter than the last. He ran her…..toyed and played with her as a beast would when enjoying his prey. Finally when he knew she could run no more, he took her remaining two flames with a flick of his wrist. She came to a skidding halt as her flames were taken and she was cast in complete dark. Only the small flame in the candle that wavered about 12 feet in front of her broke through the black. Breathing heavily she stood frozen to the spot. All her sense on high alert. Then the serpents tail began to whisper again…….back and forth, back and forth. Letting the sound roll over her, she allowed it to sooth her frayed edges. Her breathing slowed and the tension eased from her muscles. Soft smooth leather came out of the dark and wrapped itself around her waist. A soft sigh escapes her lips at the feel of it. Slowly a tug at the other end begins to draw her forward through the dark. She couldn’t see what was in front of or around her, only the small weak flame of the single candle. The sweet caress of leather plates tightened around her in the dark as it continued to pull her through the dark. Soon a strong arm joins the whip around her waist and she is crushed to the solid wall of her mates chest. One word bounce of the walls of the great hall before his mouth came crashing down to claim hers. MINE……
