Korjh's Bride

by Clarissa Lake

  Wick laid her down on the pallet then lay down beside her with one leg over her legs. He leaned over her and lightly caressed her face with his fingers, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip, looking into her eyes as she looked up at him expectantly. While she looked a little nervous, she didn’t really seem scared. He gave her a faint grin then lowered his mouth over hers and kissed her softly at first.

  He knew it was right when she reached up and caressed his cheek with her hand. Then he deepened kiss as she opened for him and cupped her breast in his hand rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Lora made a mewing sound in her throat as his tongue delved into her mouth and swirled around hers. She arched her back slightly to increase the pressure of his hand against her breast. Apparently, after the pleasure, he had given her the night before she was willing to experience more. She would, right up to the point when he took her virginity, but that couldn’t be helped. He would make sure she knew pleasure before that pain.

  Wick kissed her long and slow until they were both panting then he trailed kisses down her neck and upper chest nibbling and tasting her skin in between. He loved the little soufnds she made as he moved closer and closer to her nipple. He elicited a genuine moan of pleasure from her as he took the taut peak into his mouth and sucked it.

  Her breasts were ample but not oversized and very sensitive to his caresses and kisses. He liked the way they filled his hands when he cupped and kneaded them, and especially the way he could make her moan and arch to his touch when he did. He couldn’t imagine he thought he could kill her. She was lovely and innocent, just a woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. Taking Vargan’s betrothed should be enough to get Wick the revenge he craved when Vargan came for him.

  As he sucked one nipple and then the other, she arched her pelvis pressing her core against his thigh between her legs. His cock was so hard he wanted nothing better than to put it inside her but he could wait until he had her completely enthralled in sexual pleasure.

  Still, pleasuring her breasts, he reached to the waist of her pants and untied them to slip his hand inside over her mound. He slid a finger in between her curls over her bud and into her wet opening, and he groaned as his cock seemed to grow even harder.

  He slid his finger inside her and massaged her clit with his hand and laid a trail of kisses back up to her mouth. Kissing her deeply, he slowly stroked her feminine center as she writhed against him. She moaned soft sighs of pleasure and caressed his face and neck while he worked his magic with his hands and lips.

  Soon she cried out and was writhing and quaking in the throes of orgasm bucking her hips against his hand. He let her ride it out before he got to his feet and started peeling off his leathers as Lora looked up at him, watching in fascination.

  Chapter Five

  As Lora looked up at him, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm, she thought his body was stunning, powerful chest and well-defined muscles, in his arms and legs. His long, thick cock was proportionate for a man his size, and she knew instinctively it would be a tight fit.

  She had no illusion that there wouldn’t be pain. She’d heard the whole story from her friend Jonda who had been married in the spring, who had assured her the unpleasantness would no longer be an issue after the first time. At least Wick had been kind enough to show her pleasure first. Even the promise of pain couldn’t stop the ache to be filled in her center.

  There would be no going back after this; she would be his. As she looked up at him standing over her, she felt drawn to him. She caught a glimpse of his eyes in the moonlight, and they were dark with passion.

  Momentarily, he sat on the pallet beside her and unfurled the coarse blanket to cover them before he lay down beside her again. He lay on his side and pulled her against him, so his cock pressed against her mons. He resumed kissing her, deeply and passionately, cupping her buttocks, and pulling her against him.

  When they were both breathless, he rolled her onto her back and got on his hands and knees, urging her legs apart so he could kneel between them. Lora tensed momentarily but resigned herself to what came next. He had sated her desire twice; he deserved to have his quelled as well.

  Wick leaned over her and held himself above her and lowered his cock to her pussy. He balanced himself on one forearm and dragged the head of his cock up and down over her slit, pressing its heat against her clit until she felt her inner walls clench and she moaned at the delicious sensation.

  He slid it down and let the head slide into her entrance until it met her barrier. He thrust in and out a few times stopping at the barrier.

  “Do it,” she urged him, her hands resting against his waist.

  He nodded and let himself sink into her until she cried out in pain. He pulled back again and sank his cock all the way to the hilt and stopped.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” Wick murmured, lowering himself until her breasts were crushed against his chest, and she hummed at the pleasing sensation, then panted against the pain.

  Wick stayed still inside her and started kissing and caressing her face and lips. Then he kissed her deep tongue tangling kisses reaching between them to squeeze her nipples between his fingers until the pain receded and she moved her pelvis signaling her renewed arousal.

  First, he rocked his hips to stimulate her clit until she clenched around him and then he started pulled back thrusting partway out and in. He set a steady rhythm increasingly faster and harder then reached between them to rub her clit as he was about to come. He held off as long as he could and finally let it go as he felt her inner walls hugging his cock.

  Wick growled his release in triumph as he had taken her with him despite the initial pain. He stayed inside her, kissing and caressing her.

  “Lora, baby, you did great,” he murmured between kisses. “It will be better next time.”

  “Well, that was pretty good,” she said rubbing his back, hoping it didn’t hurt too much where she had dug her nails into it.

  “You are mine, now,” he asserted punctuating his words with a deep-tongued kiss.

  I guess so, she thought kissing him back. Eventually, he pulled out of her, and she felt the soreness returning without the heat of arousal to block it out. She was his woman now, she thought, replaying his declaration in her head.

  She didn’t stop to think about how she really felt about it. But sex with him was mind-blowing. Things would be okay if he treated her well. That remained to be seen. It could all change when they got to his village in the mountains. She could find herself a love slave instead of a mate. She could take that from him as long as he did decide to pass her around to his friends. If he did that, she would take that long knife of his and drive it through his heart.

  Lora woke with the sun on her face, wrapped in Wick’s arms spooned against his front and one of his hands over her left breast. As she opened her eyes, he slid his other hand down over her mons and cupped it, she thought possessively. As her inner walls clenched, she grimaced to herself. Sore, just as she expected.

  She needed to get up and relieve herself and go to the creek to bathe herself. She moved Wick’s hand from her pussy and tried to pry his hand from her breast, and he woke.

  “Where do you think you are going?” he asked and she wondered if he had just been faking sleep to see what she would do.

  “To pee and take a bath in the creek,” she replied dryly. “You can come watch if you like.”

  “I’ll pass on the first, but I’ll come with you to bathe. I could use a bath,” he said.

  “Yes, you could,” she replied sassily. “Anyway, where am I going to go with a thin pair of moccasins and one set of clothes? While I might be able to forage for plants to eat, I don’t know how to find my way home.”

  “Nobody ever taught you the lay of the land? Or how to figure out what direction you’re going by where the sun is in the sky or the moon and stars?”

  “Women in the lake clans are lucky they get to learn to read and write and do arithmetic,” she told him as sat upon the pal
let. “Did you wonder why I didn’t fight you after I realized you weren’t going to kill me?”

  “A little,” he replied, glancing at her naked breasts before his eyes settled on her face.

  “Because my father didn’t even give me a choice on whether I wanted to marry Vargan Rode. Vargan offered him a position on the council in exchange for me. “I don’t even like Vargan, I sure as hell don’t want to get fucked by him the rest of his life.”

  “The rest of his life?” Wick asked.

  “Because I probably would have killed him in his sleep after the first time,” she asserted.

  Wick laughed. “Is that what you are going to do to me?”

  She gave him an almost shy smile. “You are at least tolerable,” she admitted.

  Faster than she thought possible, he grabbed her arm, pulled her down on the pallet and pinned her beneath him, holding both her wrists against the pallet.

  “I’m tolerable, am I?” he demanded with a glint of humor in his blue eyes. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her lightly.

  He felt just as delicious as he had the night before with the hard muscles of his naked chest pressing against her breasts and his cock pressed against her pussy. Despite her discomfort from her first coitus, she felt a flutter in her core in response to the intimate position he held her.

  “Very tolerable,” she murmured huskily when he freed her mouth, “but I really need to pee.”

  He sighed. “All right.” Wick kissed her mouth again and rolled off her, releasing his hold on her wrists. He got up unmindful of his nudity and helped her up off the ground. He paused a moment to draw his fingers down her cheek.

  Lora thought he was acting more like a lover than a vengeful captor. He was better looking and sexier than any man had a right to be. He should have been her enemy. The lake clans and the mountain clans had been feuding for two hundred years. But when he touched her the way he had last night, she only wanted was more as she fell completely under his spell.

  “Take care of yourself, and then I will go to the creek with you,” he said, breaking the spell.

  Lora decided then and there she would stick with him as long as he treated her well. She wanted more of what they had shared the night before. She didn’t delude herself that it was love. She wanted him, and he wanted her. She never wanted Vargan Rode.

  Chapter Six

  Wick watched Lora walk toward him after she finished relieving herself. She walked like a woman who had been well fucked. But he knew she was also sore from all the riding they had done the last two days. He wanted her again but thought it would make her too uncomfortable to ride. Wick could hardly believe she’d hidden that beautiful body underneath her dowdy tunic and pants outfit.

  He liked that she didn’t seem to mind being naked in front of him. He wanted her naked---naked and beneath him. Just the thinking that made him hard. She noticed as she walked toward him and eyed him uncertainly. She didn’t seem to even realize how attractive and sexy she looked.

  “Don’t worry,” he said, “I know you’re not ready for that again yet. But maybe there is another way you can help me relieve this.”

  “And how would that be?”

  “With your mouth…” he said with a wicked smirk.

  “Oh,” she said with a frown, and her cheeks pinkened.

  They walked the rest of the way to the creek in silence. They found a nice hole where the water was about knee deep to bathe. Lora knelt in the water because she didn’t feel comfortable sitting on the bottom. The pool was cool, but not icy. She had no soap, but she rubbed her wet body with her hands to wash away the dirt and fluids from her body.

  Even after she finished washing, she seemed reluctant to get out of the water. Wick waded over to her and stood in front of her with his hard cock about two feet from her face. She looked up at him uncertainly.

  “What do you want me to do?” she asked in an even tone.

  “You can kiss and lick it and suck on it while you used your hand on the rest of it back and forth like this,” he said stroking himself to show her.

  She reached out and touched him. His cock was smooth and warm, almost silky to touch. She noticed a drop of liquid at the hole in the tip and licked it off with her tongue. He sucked in his breath as she did so.

  Since he seemed to like what she was doing, she continued to lick and kiss his shaft up and down its length. Then she came back to the head and took him into her mouth as far as she could and started sucking him. She gagged a couple times as he pushed a little too far back.

  Lora worked the rest with her hands, and he thrust into her mouth hitting the back of her throat each time. After a few times, she could take it without gagging. She was vaguely aware that he held her head as he groaned and sighed in pleasure as he thrust faster and she sucked him as he pulled back to push again.

  Then suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth, and his hot cum squirted in her face and over her chest and breasts. Lora stuck out her tongue and licked at what had hit her in the face near her mouth then giggled. She looked up, and Wick was grinning down at her.

  He helped her clean herself off, then pulled her up into his arms and kissed her fervently for pleasuring him so well. Lora instinctively put her arms around him and held him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum on your face, but I wasn’t sure you were ready for it in your mouth.”

  “It’s okay. Did I do it right?”.

  Wick use his fingers to straighten her wet hair and push it back from her face. “That was amazing,” he told her. “I’m really glad I decided not to kill you.” He softened the taunt with a tender kiss. “It would have been a shame to waste such a willing lover. I think I could kiss you for hours, but we have been here long enough. We need to go.”

  Lora nodded, and he let her go, taking her arm to steady her as they walked out of the water together. The sun was warm, so they were nearly dry by the time they walked back to camp where they dressed in silence. As she pulled on her clothes, she noticed the blood stain on the pallet, evidence of what had happened there last night.

  If Wick noticed, he gave no indication of it. He just folded it and rolled it up to tie it to his saddlebag. He didn’t roll the blanket in with it. Instead, he folded it into a square and put it on the horse’s saddle for Lora to sit on before he helped her up onto the saddle. She thanked him softly, moved at what she took as a kindness. It did feel better with the padding of the blanket between her sore bottom and the hard leather saddle.

  Momentarily, he leaped up and mounted behind her and set the horse in motion with his arm around her holding her tightly against him. Lora smiled to herself, she liked the feeling of his body against her.