She sniffles and turns on her other side as the fire gives her face an unearthly appearance. I stroke her cheek and kiss her forehead.
“You’re safe with me,” I say.
She needs me desperately. I’m a strong man and I can keep her safe. I can soothe her and make her happy again. I can. And I will.
“Oh really?” she snorts like a furious little squirrel.
“Sleep.”
“Nie.”
“Sleep or I’ll drive my dick into your mouth. You want me to fuck your mouth?”
“Nie.” Her voice trembles.
“So sleep.” I press my lips against hers, kissing her snort then smack her ass. She growls then looks at me with reproach. “Sleep, baby girl.”
She rolls on her other side and shrinks into herself.
Soon, I hear her light snoring. I guess she is not scared of me anymore. I kiss her shoulder and stroke her arm, then drop off to sleep.
Nightmares torment me, the screams of my dying companions, the whistles of the bombs hitting the ground like a grotesque rain, the fire, the smoke, the blood splashing my face, spurting from amputated limbs, the body parts scattered all around the battlefield.
A wave of cool air shakes me out of my sleep and I search for Stanka’s sweet mouth. She’s half asleep as I crawl on top of her and part her lips with my tongue. It feels so good, as though she can wipe away all the nightmares from my head with just one kiss. I take her hand and put it on my hard cock.
She mumbles something unintelligible as her eyelids lift. Her sleepy eyes ask me a silent question, gleam with a hazy curiosity in the misty aura of the early morning, the first sun’s rays taking over the world from the murky darkness of the night. It’s like a second of dazzling eternity around us.
I kiss Stanka’s cheek then graze the angle of her jaw and guide her hand to stroke my cock. Her delicate little fingers close around my shaft and she moves her hand up and down. Heat surges through me, and I kiss her harder, gripping the back of her neck.
She works me delicately as I bury my face into her neck and spread her folded legs wider, my thumb searching for her clitoris.
I want to pleasure her. I want to feel her body trembling beneath mine once again.
No—
I want to spend eternity between her thighs.
Her breathing accelerates as I massage her sensitive nub. Soft moans leave her sweet mouth and my princess shatters. I cover her hand with mine and guide her to stroke my dick harder, faster.
“Let me fuck you,” I rasp into her ear, circling her entrance with the head of my aching cock.
“Nie.”
“I will marry you, I swear.”
“Nie.”
Fucking hell. I feel insane. My sense of control fades rapidly, but I know I can’t cross the line she’s drawn. I rearrange my body, planting kisses along the crevice between her perfect tits and draw one into my mouth. Then I finish the hand job myself. Pleasure rolls over me like a violent avalanche.
Chapter 7
Stanka
The peasant watches me with hungry eyes as I put my clothes on and run my fingers through the remains of my curly hair. He throws a flask of water towards me and I catch it with my right hand then open it with a click and take a few sips. The water is icy cold and tastes awful like it’s rotten.
My fingers travel to my cleavage and I make sure the ring is where it should be then I shove my hand into the pocket to palpate the oval shape of the coin from Franz. It may be useful one day.
The morning sun is diffused by the mist creeping towards the pond. The trees around us have a yellow tinge from the light. Some tree crowns shine orange, like rust eating iron.
“I meant it,” he says. “I will marry you if you let me fuck you. I’ve always wanted to have a beautiful wife.”
His compliment causes warmth to surge through my chest and my heart starts beating faster.
He slips into his trousers and boots and then bends to gather up the blankets and put them into his bag.
“We’re not allowed to marry men from a lower background,” I say politely to make things clear between us.
There are rules about being high born. Ladies marry gentlemen of similar position in society. I’m a count’s daughter. I may be as poor as a church mouse, but many princes could desire to marry me. And most of all, it doesn’t matter what I want, what I dream of. Rules are rules and I was born to obey them.
Fury explodes in Munroe’s eyes. His jaws clench and he rolls his fingers into fists as I step back, hugging myself.
“You think I don’t deserve a woman like you, Stanka?”
“I’m only trying to say that there are irreconcilable differences between us.”
“Irreconcilable differences, you’re saying? You want me to fuck you as much as I want to fuck you. There are no differences between us about that.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and breath stops in my throat.
My tummy fills with a throbbing tension and I feel myself getting wet between my thighs again.
“I would make you feel good every night, my princess.”
I have no doubts about that. My heart hammers in my chest at the memory of his touch and my pussy clenches.
“I would be faithful to you,” he says with passion as his eyes blaze fiercely.
“It’s not my decision to make.”
It’s true. I need to reunite with my family and they’ll decide about my fate. Preserving my purity is absolutely necessary if I want to even think about joining my distant family.
Munroe sweeps his eyes over me as though he wants to kill me. Then there is a moment of dreadful silence as he stares at the sky.
“Jump on the bike,” he says as his gaze shifts back to mine, his face stripped of emotions.
He sits on his bike and grunts.
I tighten the belt around my waist and settle myself behind him, my arms wrapping around his waist.
Munroe
I could marry her.
The more I think about it, the more I want to marry her.
The war has taught me that life is fragile and worth cherishing. I’m old and lonely. A young wife would bring joy to my life.
That little princess got under my skin the moment I laid my eyes on her beautiful tits. I would be happy to have her body shivering beneath mine every night.
There has been a connection between us since we first met. She was a good companion for me as my dandy. She’ll do even better as my wife. We understand each other and she knows how to obey me. It’s important to have an obedient wife. I would allow her to have her say though. I would respect her.
I led a street gang before the war. My boys were Catholics; our rivals were Protestants. We hated each other. Fights and dead bodies happened more than once a week.
Then the war started. Surprisingly, all of us united in a joint goal to fight against Hitler. My former rivals became my companions. My friends. The splinters in my broken heart.
No one will return to Edinburgh, except me. They all died and I survived to remember the fear of death and pain on their young faces.
I want a ray of light in my life. Dandy seemed to be a good apprentice, but Stanka is perfect to bring me the peace I need. To make me feel complete, alive. I would have a real family instead of a gang. Or maybe I could even have both. My princess was born to be a leader’s wife. She’s tough enough.
We move across the devastated small town. The burned skeletons of once beautiful buildings threaten to collapse at any moment so I manoeuvre among the piles of red bricks and stones to leave this area as soon as possible.
As I rev up and shoot into the path stretching between two fields, Stanka clings to my back and rests her cheek against my shoulder blade. I suspect that she’s teetering between sleep and awareness.
A half-burned house made of stone emerges from behind a line of apple trees and I stop at the remains of a wooden fence.
“We’re going to rest, princess,” I say but she doesn’t respond.
I flop from the bike, supporting her limp body and then lift her and hold her in my arms like a child. Her legs wrap around my waist as her arms encircle my neck. A fucking nice feeling. It would feel even better if I was inside her cunt.
She rests her head on my shoulder and her scorching breath puffs on my neck. Heat rushes to my dick despite the exhaustion and the ache of my muscles. I will feed her, bathe her, and then pleasure her. That’s my plan for the evening.
With my eyes scanning the surroundings, I carry her inside the house. The part of the roof above the kitchen is intact and the mattress on the metal framed bed leaning against the white cracked wall looks dry so I lay Stanka down and remove my jacket. My princess curls into a ball and snores. Well, she’s useless, but very beautiful so I can forgive her.
There is some wood gathered up outside the house. I want to use it for burning in the stove standing by the wall in the kitchen so I pick it up from the shed at the back of the house and carry it inside. Stanka rolls on her other side as I start the fire and sweep the stone floor with a broom then inspect the remains of the cupboard and the orchard around the house. Four mounds lie at the far end of the devastated garden behind the stone wall encircling the whole estate-four anonymous lives that once occupied this house. I can see bullets stuck in the stone wall, the sad evidence of their death. Germans must have shot them dead and somebody must have buried them. Maybe one member of the family survived, buried their relatives, and set off to find safety somewhere else. Who knows? I cross myself and pick up five wrinkled apples from the ground in the orchard, then return to the kitchen and place them on the windowsill. I draw some water out of the well to warm it for my princess.
She wakes up as the food arrives on the broken table and steam rises from a metal bowl.
Stanka
I grab a piece of an apple and wolf it down then go outside and find the toilet, which is a smelly hole in the ground surrounded by four wooden walls. It could be worse. It is actually worse when I move back towards the house and pass naked Munroe pouring the water from the well onto his muscular body, shaking it off and growling. He flashes me a wide grin and offers me a perfect view of his stiff cock. The modest woman inside me flinches in embarrassment, but the fallen woman inside me can’t take her eyes off his muscular scarred back and perfect buttocks. I’ve never seen a man’s naked ass, but Munroe’s looks prefect to me. His enormous cock scares me to death. And intrigues me at the same time. I drop my head and walk inside the house. After a quick bath, using the bowl, my eyes spot a piece of linen sheet big enough to cover my body. The lower part of the cupboard contains a few tins, the blue paste in one of them is for teeth so I use it. Then I grab the blanket and spread it on the bed. My heart leaps. I hope there are no spiders or other creepy crawlies here. The prospect of spending the night in Munroe’s embrace is suddenly very tempting to me.
“You’ve found them too.” Munroe’s voice makes me shudder as I turn to him and his eyes flick over the tin. “Are you hungry?” He’s still naked.
Of course, he’s still naked. Why would he want to put clothes on and look decent while he can scare me with his nakedness? His eyes grope me as he moves closer to me, stroking his cock.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say.
I’m not fine. My God, how can I be fine while fever is filling my veins like a sweet poison?
“There is a bottle of moonshine in the cupboard.” Munroe’s voice is raspy, alluring.
“What is moonshine?”
He chuckles. “Something really good that would make you a bit nicer to me.”
“No, thank you.” I step back as my hands spread.
“Do you want to rest?”
“Later.” I want something I can’t name.
I want it greedily, desperately, my body is burning, aching. Suddenly, it’s hot around me even though the wind penetrates past the gaps in the walls and the broken glass of two windows or maybe I’m too hot on the inside. My cheeks are burning. My core is burning. My blood is boiling.
“Do you want to fuck?” Munroe strokes his cock faster, breathing heavily.
His eyes are narrow, predatory, absolutely alluring.
I do.
I want this crude peasant.
Munroe
She leaps towards me and her hands grip my neck as her lips search for mine.
Fucking hell. What a pleasant surprise.
I don’t hesitate. My mouth captures hers and I palm her breast.
We’re clean; our stomachs are full so now it’s time for having fun. Stanka seems to like her new routine.
I tear the linen fabric off her and grip her waist, lifting her up so she can wrap her thighs around my waist. She opens her mouth eagerly and her little tongue wiggles against mine. Her arms encircle my neck.
We fall onto the mattress and the bed creaks under our weight as the particles of dust tickle my skin. I’m on top of her and she crosses her ankles on my back. Her hands are impatient on my body. We kiss and it’s frantic, like I’m trying to breathe her in and she is trying to inhale me, our mouths in a wild frenzy, our teeth biting, scratching.
“Will you marry me?” I rasp as she stiffens beneath me.
“Nie.”
I growl with fury. “So, no fucking tonight.”
It pisses me off that she doesn’t want me. I have my pride. I won’t fuck a virgin to leave her wrecked for another man. Actually, the thought of another man touching her pisses me off even more.
I can work hard. I’m strong. I’d love her. Can’t she see that?
I jerk my body up, but her lips and arms search for me and my anger fades.
I will pleasure her and she’ll love it. Maybe she’ll even love me enough to let me fuck her properly if I continue.
I plant kisses along the side of her neck and bite the area at the base, making her shiver. My fingers stroke her nipple and I twist it, forcing a whimper from her mouth. I pinch both her nipples and she gasps. Her forehead wrinkles.
I bend her knees and part them, kneeling between her legs as my mouth touches her inner thigh and I kiss a path up to her cunt. She jerks her body back and leans against her elbows, shooting me a scared glance.
“Relax,” I say. “I will make you feel good, I promise.”
I lean over her and kiss her lips, pinning her down to the mattress. She sighs as my mouth kisses a path down to her cleavage, around her navel and down to her mound. I sink my face between her folds and lick her wet slit up and down. Delicious. Soaking wet. My tongue whips her clitoris as her fingers sink into my hair and she pushes her hips against my face. Her juices drip from her precious little cunt and I drink, suck, smell. My tongue penetrates her cunt and I rub my thumb against her clitoris. She wiggles then moans softly. I keep penetrating her with my tongue and massaging her sensitive nub with my finger.
Stanka arches her back and moans my name as her body shakes. Pride wells up in my chest to be replaced by a wild need for my own release.
“Now it’s your turn,” I say and sit on my heels, grabbing both her wrists and pulling her into a sitting position.
Her hazy glance sweeps over me and I know my words only bounced off her ears.
“Now it’s your turn, princess,” I repeat. “Take my dick into your sweet mouth and make me cum.”
Her jaw drops as I hook the back of her neck and push her head down. She sits with her feet tucked under her bottom and her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her heat and wetness strip me of rationality. Her teeth bring me back.
“Sweet Jesus, don’t bite me,” I explode as she raises her head.
“I’m not a whore,” she says with reproach. “Ladies don’t take courses on this kind of entertainment for men.”
“No, you’re not a whore indeed,” I say with sarcasm. “A whore can pleasure a man. A lady, well, can only be a lady.”
She snorts and clenches her teeth. Her fingers roll into fists and fire burns in her eyes. I know my comment stabbed her. I also know that she do
esn’t give up easily. She’s a fighter and she learns new things in life eagerly.
Stanka
His words slap me as a hand would slap me across the cheek.
I can pleasure him. I’m not stupid. I can be inventive. It can’t be that difficult.
I lower my head and close my fingers around the base of his cock then stick my tongue out and lick along the lower part of his stiff shaft as he licked my pussy. He strokes my head and growls so I must be doing something right. My lips wrap around the head of his cock and I suck it gently. His thigh quivers under my palm. There is something elemental about us now. I crave it and I want to see Munroe’s pleasure. I want to be dirty for him.
“Take me deeper, princess.”
I draw his cock into my mouth and it touches my throat, making me gag. My saliva moistens him and I raise my head, our glances colliding.
Munroe runs his knuckles down my cheek. “Do that again and breathe.” His dark glance bores through me, evoking darkness inside me.
I take his cock into my mouth again and bob my head up and down as his hand strokes my back. I think I know what he wants from me so I suck him slowly, take him deeper, and deeper then allow him to fill my mouth entirely. I can’t breathe and jerk my head up, but he grips the back of my neck, raising his upper body and thrusts into my mouth.
“Breathe,” he rasps as he fucks my mouth, making me gag. “Sweet Jesus. What a talent. Just don’t stop.”
Tears trickle down my cheeks as he slams his cock on my throat again. I put my fingers on his thighs and focus on breathing. It helps and we catch rhythm. I feel his cock twitch then his hot semen spurts down my throat and I swallow it.
Chapter 8
Munroe
As I return to reality, I rearrange our bodies so we rest on our sides. Stanka’s settled beside me, her back against my chest, her knees bent. I haven’t finished with her yet. Her palm covers her mouth and she swallows thickly, resting her head against my shoulder, her face away from mine.
I cross her chest with my arm as my fingers travel to her dripping cunt. The smell of her sweat clouds my mind like an intense, tantalising aphrodisiac.
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