“Then it’s working,” he said.
“Oh!” She lifted onto tiptoes and clenched then unclenched her bottom.
“I have to meet your father,” he said.
“Now?” she asked, turning to look at him while keeping her hands flat on the bed.
He nodded. “I did not want to, but he says it’s important. You’ll remain as you are with the root inside you until I return. I imagine the burn will intensify and you’ll remember never to lie to me again and to be prepared for me, whatever I ask of you, in and out of our bed. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir, but… How long will you be?” she asked.
“Long enough for you to learn this lesson, Gemma. If I return and find you’ve removed the root, I’ll use my belt to whip you before inserting another, larger piece inside you.”
“You wouldn’t!” she said.
“Wouldn’t I?” he challenged.
“Just… don’t be too long. Please.”
He dried his hands and came to kiss her once on the lips. “It won’t be so terrible, I promise. And you can imagine all the things I’m going to do to that beautiful bottom of yours when I return. You can stand in the corner if you prefer.”
“No, thank you,” she said and turned to face forward as she listened to the door close behind him.
* * *
Her bottom burned, and she could find no relief. Clenching her cheeks together only seemed to worsen the sensation as it squeezed more juice from the ginger, and it took all she had to remain in position, all the while thinking of what he’d said before he’d left—of what he was going to do to her bottom. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another moment, she heard his footsteps in the hall. Thoughts of what he would see when he opened the door didn’t even come close to her wanting him to come in, to declare her punishment over, and to take the thing out.
“Your father is long-winded,” he said.
She turned to look at him. He closed the door and stripped off his shirt before coming closer, his eyes immediately on her bottom.
“Please take it out,” she said. It was all she could manage. Her sex was swollen, and she was incredibly aroused, even as bottom hole burned.
He sat down on the bed. “Aren’t you curious what we spoke about?” he asked.
“You’re being evil now,” she argued.
“Yes, I am,” he said, brushing a hair behind her ear before standing.
“Please! I’ve learned my lesson, and I’ve held this awful position for the entire hour you were gone! I barely moved!”
He chuckled as he touched the base of the ginger. “It wasn’t an hour, perhaps half at the most. Push,” he instructed, taking hold of the root.
The embarrassment of her situation wasn’t as great as her discomfort, and she did as he said. The root slid out easily, and he discarded it. Although there was some relief at its removal, the burn did not immediately dissipate.
He stripped off the rest of his clothing so that he too now stood naked behind her. “You are absolutely magnificent,” he said. “Especially beautiful in your surrender.” With that, he took hold of her, turning her and covering her mouth with his. She softened into him, reaching to twine her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer.
He pushed her onto the bed and lay on top of her. She opened her legs wide to him, wanting him inside her, his body on top of hers, his weight and heat making her want to surrender.
He resumed the kiss, but this time there was a different tone to it. It was more urgent, more purposeful. His cock pressed hard against her belly as he lifted her to move her farther up onto the bed, and there was no separation of their mouths when he, with a slight movement of his hips, slid his cock into her pussy.
“You are so warm and wet,” he said against her ear, his hips rocking slowly back and forth. “Are you ready to give me what I want tonight?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look down at her face, rocking his hips slowly back and forth.
She could only moan. Her body was ultra-sensitive, the heat inside her bottom now more a warmth that served to excite rather than punish her. She nodded, although hesitantly. His cock was not small, and she knew there would be some pain in order to take him, but she also wanted it, wanted him to fill her, wanted to give that to him, to give every part of herself to him. She wanted him to claim her as much as he wanted it.
He smiled and pulled out, reaching for the oil he’d brought from the kitchen.
“Sit up and hold out your hands,” he said.
She did, cupping her hands to catch the oil. He knelt before her and nodded, offering his cock. She knew what to do and began massaging the oil onto it, gripping it tightly with one hand then the other, drawing it out and back as he’d taught her, one hand sliding underneath while he moaned.
She wanted to take him into her mouth, to lick him, to taste him, but tonight, he didn’t allow it.
“On your knees, your back to me,” he said, standing.
She moved to kneel before him on the bed, facing away from him, waiting for his next command.
“Put your face on the bed and offer me your ass,” he said.
She took her knees just a little wider, feeling wanton in her desire, and went down onto her hands, then her elbows, until finally her face rested on the bed. She hollowed out her back and pushed her hips back and up, her own juices slick on her thighs, opening for him, anticipating the pain, wanting it, knowing it would only precede her pleasure.
“You are going to drive me mad,” he more growled than spoke as he climbed up onto the bed, settling between her legs. He placed his hands at the backs of her legs and lightly ran them up to her buttocks. As he held her hips, she felt his slick cock rubbing against her sex, the space just before her anus, and then finally, the head of it pushed against that hole.
She made a sound as he pressed, his cock much thicker than the ginger had been. But slicked with the oil and assisted by her pushing against it, he managed to penetrate just a little.
“Oh!” she said, her anus stretching beyond what was comfortable.
“Shh,” he coaxed, rubbing her low back for a moment, never once letting up on pressing his cock slowly into her, retreating a little as he gained space, then pushing deeper. He took his time, and when one hand moved to rub her clit, she found herself moaning and lifting her hips higher. The sensation of him there was different than anything she’d experienced before. It felt somehow complete, and she wanted more of him. Wanted his thickness inside her, spreading and stretching her and ultimately thrusting into her without any gentleness at all.
“That’s it,” he said. “Mmm… Gemma, you’re so warm and tight.”
He took inch after inch, pain turning into pleasure or a combination of both as he penetrated her virgin entrance, her body opening to him as she grew more and more aroused.
His thrusts came a little faster, and she found herself climbing that mountain again, lost in sensation, drowning in a wave of absolute pleasure.
“Hard,” she managed. “Do it harder.”
He gripped her hips at the invitation and slid his cock almost all the way out.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes… mmm… hard.”
She gasped when he thrust deep inside her, lifting her head from the bed, her sex throbbing when she reached her hand back to it. His movements grew more rapid, his cock seeming to swell even thicker inside her, and when she dared a glance at him, she lost herself wholly, gave herself to him completely, and as he took his pleasure from her, she claimed her own from him. With a loud cry, she climaxed in time with him as his final thrusts slowed and she felt the pumping of his seed inside her.
Epilogue
“Alys seems happier, a bit more at ease. Do you agree?” Gemma asked. They walked the fields around their now finished home, Gemma’s belly swollen to an extreme, their first child being already two weeks overdue.
“I do,” he said, holding her hand with one hand, supporting and guiding her with the other at h
er back.
Worry creased her brow. He had finally told her what Alys had told him.
“What will we do when this strange man comes to collect his debt?” she asked.
Galahad inhaled a deep breath. “Gemma,” he began, sounding like it was the hundredth time he was having to say this. Which perhaps it was. “Her destiny is hers—neither you nor I can affect it, nor should we try to. Do not forget that this man was kind to her while she was a prisoner. He did no harm. On the contrary, he comforted her, and he helped us.”
“It’s strange she couldn’t remember more about him. I just wish we knew more…”
“More what?” he asked, stopping and turning her to look at him. “How many times can we discuss this?” he asked.
She watched him, knowing he was right. There was nothing she could do, and worrying accomplished nothing.
“Finding Arthur’s scabbard was my destiny. The consequences of not returning it to him were also mine to live with. That has not been easy for me, but I do understand it now. I was meant to find it to give it to you, to protect you. If I had not, if I had given it to Arthur, we most likely would not be standing here right now. If Alys truly did make a promise to this man, well, that will be her destiny. She will have to face her consequences. We will stand with her, we won’t let her go alone, but it is not for us anymore. She is wise enough, Gemma. Young, yes, but wise as well. Her eyes show her soul, and her soul is old. Older than yours, perhaps.”
“I see that too. She has always been older than her age. And you’re right. We won’t let her face it alone. I know that.”
“Good. Come, let’s walk another round. If this child doesn’t come soon, you’ll be bigger than me,” he said, teasing.
She narrowed her eyes at him and, as if on cue, clutched her belly as the first truly sharp pain came.
“Oh…” she said. She’d been having pains all day but nothing like this one. Galahad held her as she squeezed her eyes shut and managed it. When it subsided, she straightened. “I think the exercise is working.”
They began to walk back to the house, and before they were even inside, she had to double over with the pain of the next contraction.
“Gemma!” Alys came running toward them. “It’s time, isn’t it? I felt it.”
Gemma nodded, her eyes filling with tears. When another contraction came on, Galahad lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom.
“Stay with me, Alys,” Gemma said as he settled her on the bed.
Alys took her hand and sat down beside her.
“I’m scared. If anything happens…” Gemma began.
“Nothing will happen. You will have a beautiful baby, and that is all,” Alys said firmly.
The next contraction took her breath away. The nurse came into the room at the end of it.
“Let’s have a look,” she said, her voice calm.
Alys remained on Gemma’s one side and Galahad on the other, each holding her hands.
The birth was long and painful, but when the nurse handed Gemma her baby, her healthy, plump little girl, all she could do was look into the child’s emerald eyes and cry.
“She’s beautiful,” Alys said, touching her face lightly.
“Like her mother,” Galahad said, kissing first Gemma’s cheek then the baby’s.
Alys and the nurse quietly left, leaving the new family alone. Gemma turned to find him gazing upon the small child’s face, his eyes wet with tears.
“I’d like to call her Catalina, after my mother,” she said to him.
“Then Catalina it is,” he said.
“She has her eyes. Exactly her eyes.”
He touched a hand to the child’s neck, turning her a little. “And the same mark as you used to have.” The tattoos had remained upon Gemma’s arms, and she no longer tried to hide them. Quite the opposite, they gave her pride and strength.
Galahad smiled at Gemma just as the baby made a small noise signaling she was waking and hungry. When she opened her eyes, neither Gemma nor Galahad could do anything but smile down at her.
“I’m happy,” Gemma said to him as he hugged them both closer. “I never thought I’d have all this.”
Galahad smiled down at her. “Me too, Gemma.”
The child turned her head in the direction of Gemma’s breast, and Galahad guided her to it. The two watched as she latched on, her eyes open, studying Gemma’s face as she drank.
“I love you,” Galahad said to Catalina and reached to lightly kiss her forehead. “And you,” he said to Gemma as he sat just a little closer, holding his family just a little tighter. And at this moment, Gemma was sure there was nothing they couldn’t face together.
The End
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