The Huntsman

His breathing was heavy and gruffly he spoke into the stillness of the moment, "Honey, you're beautiful as a whole, but your butt is absolutely gorgeous!"

At his words, my face flushed, but I stayed where I was. No experience that I'd ever had in life could have prepared me to face this moment and yet here in the now I felt a sense of pride in knowing how impassioned I had made my man by him simply looking at my butt. His hands returned back up my thighs and I felt him trace the creases beneath my bottom cheeks and then both of his thumbs swept down the cleft of my bottom even as his fingers dragged over the firm cheeks of my rear.

One of his big fingers pressed into the wetness of my sheath even as the other one anchored with a firm grip over my hip. His finger penetrated all the way into me and I moaned at the feeling of just how big it alone felt.

He was far larger than his finger and the openness of my position was both titillating and concerning. I was very sore, but I said nothing as he rubbed his finger against the front wall of my vagina. His massaging touch had made something inside of me turn hard and I wondered at what that might be about even as I heard him say, "I'd like to say that I will be gentler with you this time than last time, but I'm afraid not."

His finger left me and I swallowed as it was replaced with the head of his shaft. The time before he had slammed it all the way in, but this time he did not. With my hips anchored in place he slowly slid his cock into me.

He got bigger the farther down the shaft he went and opening my mouth, I cried out and bit the carpet even as my fingers curled even tighter into it as I was spread apart by his thick shaft. Breathing heavily I blinked repetitively as the core of me was filled with him and the soreness that he had caused the first time was stretched out to the max.

His groin pressed into me and I felt his heavy balls come up against my slit. He was all the way in and it was deeper this time than before. He was breathing heavy and tightly he said with passion, "You are one hot tight wet slide of pure pleasure Honey!"

I barely had time to register his words as half of him left me only to be slammed into my wet depths with a force that shook me and pressed my face into the rug. It didn't stop!

The ribbed form of his cock plundered me more deeply than the first time he'd taken me and my voice was one long exclamation of both wonder and shock at what I was feeling. The friction of his shaft in me and the elemental savagery of his taking stroked something alive in me that was similar but different than before in terms of pleasure.

His balls slapped forward onto my clitoris and I clawed at the carpet completely overcome as my body crested over into extreme pleasure and got impossibly tighter about his buried shaft only for me to feel him slide free and force his way back in through the heart of my orgasm. I cried out his name over and over as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me in a high tide that just wouldn't die.

My insides were made hot by him and soon his seed was spraying within what felt like must be my womb. Crying out, I begged him to go harder and he did and I crashed.

Cognitive thought fled from me and I felt his thrusts come to an end. I was beyond comprehension in the moment. Breathing hard and listening to the sound of my own heartbeat, I felt him still with his shaft within me pull me down to my side.

He lay behind me and yet still within me shallowly. My eyes closed as out of breath sounding he said as if from far away, "Now you can go to sleep Princess."

I did just that, still feeling him hard within me and the presence of him all about me. It was one of the best moments of my life.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Breakfast Served

I awoke dreamily as if from some pleasant place. Idly my eyes took in the small fire burning in front of me. Sudden comprehension of reality took hold then and I opened my eyes fully and looked about.

Most of the light in the cave room was coming from several skylights I hadn't noticed last night and not from the fire. The cave as a whole was rather well lit, but was empty of what I wanted to see most. He was gone.

Carefully, I pushed upright to sit on the floor and when I did the wool blanket pooled around my lap. I shook my head and held my hand to my lips as memory of literally everything came shooting back to me.

I closed my eyes for a long moment, enjoying the memories that were now part of reality. In the stillness of the cave I said, "You know God, You're amazing! I never knew such pleasure was possible and that You preserved me for him...just him... I thank You so much! I don't know where he's at right now, but I just ask that You would bless him and I thank You for blessing me with far more than I could ever deserve or imagined to desire. Thank You that last night went like it did and that it was with Wyatt and not some dirty guard using me." I'd said the last with tears in my eyes as I reflected for a moment on just how well God had preserved me even in the midst of feeling at that time as if He hadn't done anything to help me.

Summoning courage to face how stiff and sore I felt I made the attempt to get up off the floor. Gaining my feet I realized that I was full. Completely full of his seed.

There was no doubt in my mind that with a stud like him I would be pregnant in short order and I was completely fine with that. In a way that was exactly what God had ordered men to do. To be fruitful and multiply and have dominion over the face of the earth and in this moment I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be doing that with other than Wyatt.

Gingerly, I walked towards some cloth I saw and taking a piece I wiped away the semen and even the leftover traces of some blood caked to my thighs. I was well and truly not a virgin anymore. It felt like it too.

Standing naked within the room came at a whole new level of awareness. There was no other way to put it other than to say I liked how I felt and I wanted him in me again. Blushing at my own thoughts I ignored my rampant hunger and looked about for something to wear.

His clothes were all I found and they were hopelessly big. Thinking on some inspiration I focused less on getting dressed and more on looking...well... ready for him. I felt that he was near. It was hard to say how I knew that, but I just did.

I pulled a white T-shirt out of a drawer. For a moment I imagined how snug fitting it would look stretched out over his muscles and an awareness of sensual desire for my man swept through me. I put the shirt on.

It hung big on me and was a bit of a tent except for where my breasts pushed it out and my nipples at the moment were rock hard despite the warmth of the room and it showed through the shirt. The best way I could reconcile it was that I wanted his touch and every last part of me didn't want to be left out.

In a single night I had come to crave the thought of being with him. Was this how God had made a woman to be in the beginning?

It must be, because it felt so right. The shirt barely covered the apex of my thighs and my bottom was but barely covered. He would like that, after all he thought my butt was gorgeous and that I knew was no lie.

It was strange the reversal that had been made in life. I'd gone from never being comfortable in my own skin to suddenly loving it.

The door opened and I looked up. It was bright and snowy outside, but my gaze was on him. He stared across the room at me as if I was a smooth chocolate drink he wanted to drink down in one gulp. Some feminine part of me, never before accessed, bloomed forth and with a shy but confidently felt smile I walked across the room, letting my hips roll as much as I had suddenly mastered the art of doing.

Coming face to face with him I leaned up on tiptoe and kissed him. His lips were cool and in appearance, he was as hard as a statue as if frozen by the sight of some-thing inspiring and that inspiration was me.

I leaned back and said, "Good morning Honey."

"Good morning." He mumbled in reply and I felt like laughing as I took in the look emblazoned across his eyes that was one of shock and desire.

He was literally tongue-tied. It was awesome and both humbling at the same time to see the power that I could employ. Smiling, I turned away and as I did I felt the T-shirt ride halfway up my bottom before settling down again.

"Have you had breakfast?" I called out not looking back. No answer came. I neared the kitchen table that was brightly lit up by an overhead skylight and turning back, I saw him come unglued from his place beside the door and drop several bags to the floor.

He was coming my way now and taking off winter clothes as he came. I turned away with a smile. It felt good to smile so much.

He was close when he said, "No, I haven't."

"What would you like? I'll get it for you." His hands came about my waist and a thrill shot through me at the contact of him with me.

"That's all right Honey, I've already found it."

In a mixture of curiosity at what he'd said combined with pleasure at being called 'Honey' by my man I half turned to ask, "What?"

He completed my turn and seemingly without any great effort lifted me up and I found myself sitting on the table to the rear of me. Blinking, I watched his hand claim a chair and setting it before me he sat down with a grin as he said, "I like my shirt on you, but it's in the way of eating my breakfast."

What he was doing and saying did not compute in my brain. Why was he sitting down?

His hands came up my thighs and gripping he pulled my lower half towards him. The T-shirt stayed with the table and I had to catch myself with my hands or I would've fallen back onto the tabletop.

Incredulously, I watched his head descend between my legs even as his hands deposited my legs to lay over his shoulders. He did then exactly what he'd said he would. He feasted on me.

I bucked from the contact of his lips on my most sensitive areas and moaned as the broad plain of his warm tongue made its way through my folds discovering every-thing. He licked his way through them and then paused to press heavily upon what I knew to be my clitoris.

My eyes crossed and I collapsed backward onto my elbows and let my head fall back as the sensations of what he was doing poured over me. I had heard of this, but never had I expected it to be done to me. His tongue licked and glided. Swept into me and back out only to press again and again upon my clitoris.

The waves of pleasure he was invoking coalesced and crested higher and then he suckled. Screaming I crashed and fell to pieces. Wave after wave crashed until I was a nothing but a mass of shivering jelly with my whole body vibrating under overloaded sensation. The orgasm had ended, but he hadn't.

"Oh God!" I whispered and gave up trying to support myself and fell flat to the table as the cycle of orgasm began all over again. From somewhere far away, I heard him chuckle only to feel two of his fingers spear into the heart of my second orgasm, and their movements along with that of his mouth brought on a third orgasm.

Thrashing within his grip I hoarsely begged, "Please, Wyatt! Stop! I... I'm going to die if you don't!"

Again, there was that chuckle that I felt vibrate through my most sensitive places and then his mouth left me and I was pushed further onto the table. Dazed and worn out by pleasure so extreme it had hurt, I opened my eyes as I heard something hit the floor. It had been his pants. I met his gaze even as he lifted my still shaking legs into the air by grasping them at the ankles.

"I quite enjoyed my breakfast Tamara. I've never had a sweeter drink, then you."

I didn't know what to say and then there was nothing to say as he was once more inside of me and everything became emphasized and out of proportion. Crying out, I panted heavily as he stroked in and out of my sheath with such a passion of ownership that it melted me.

He still held my legs up and helplessly I opened my eyes to look at him as I felt orgasm number four or was it five begin to rip through my body. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure?

He did something, then that confirmed that yes, it was possible. He switched grips on my ankles while being fully embedded within me and then he pulled my legs together until they were crossed over each other. The huge feel of him inside of me already was doubled as he compressed my body onto his shaft at the moment of orgasm.

I screamed and clawed at the table, but he didn't listen instead he withdrew and shoved into the compression of my sheath and it felt so good and yet the pleasure was so much it hurt. I couldn't get away and then my legs were let down and in weak relief my orgasm ended.

He slid from me, only for me to feel his hands in the next instance flip me over. His actions were passionate and my cheek bumped into the tabletop none too gently even as direct sunlight shone down upon me. I felt him reenter me from behind in a heavy surging thrust that had me moaning and standing on tiptoe. My fingers curled over the edges of the table and I groaned loudly as I took in again how different he felt when he was in me this way. It was good!

He took no mercy, but slammed into me, forcing my thighs to hit up against the table again and again. It was a good pain. I gave over once more to orgasm even as I felt his shaft bloom hot seed all over within me.

This life I was living was the stuff dreams were made of. At last he came to a stop and breathing heavy he stayed in place still fully pressed into me and said, "I... I don't mean to be this rough. I... I just can't help myself."

Turning my head, I glanced back at him and said, "I'm not complaining Honey. Do your will with me. I'm yours baby."

And to add emphasis to that I pushed back onto his still hard shaft rooted deeply in my body and wiggled in a sensual fashion that no one had ever taught me so much so that it was simply feminine instinct to do. He groaned deeply and pulling free of me he picked me up off the table. Carrying me, I soon found myself flying through the air as he tossed me onto the bed.

Settling down over top of me he started to kiss me and that was pretty much how the rest of our day went. I never did get breakfast, but we did feed each other lunch and for dinner we shared each other orally.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Confession Time

A Week Later

The sunlight had faded and only the dim burning glow of the fire in the fireplace lit the room. The cave was actually chilling off a bit, but I was warm. My cheek pressed into the curly chest hairs of my man, even as my thigh lay sprawled across him. One of his hands held me by resting on the small of my back while the other one played.

It stroked down my side. Stopped to stroke my breast that was spilled out in compression against his chest. It slipped on down the road to stroke my hip only to rise back up to my face.

I closed my eyes as his fingers massaged behind my ear and then into my scalp and across my head. What he was doing felt wonderful and if I could have purred, I would have.

I nuzzled my face into him contentedly and lay there relishing his touch. The feeling of his touch was a constant echo of the fact that he found me beautiful. His shaft rose to full erection against my thigh and I lifted my head and chuckled richly.

In the dim light I could see him smile only to hear him say, "I know, I know, you're still too sore."

I was, but I didn't want to be. "I'm sorry." I said softly.

He lifted his hands and brought my head down and kissed me. It was a short kiss and then he was moving on and off the bed and throwing more wood on the fire. I stretched and lay luxuriously upon the bed.

He came back and got on the bed and pulled the covers up and I snuggled into him all over again. Eventually I turned and spooned back against him. He was still hard and his erection pressed wetly against my bottom.

He growled against my ear, "You little temptress are you trying to make me overrule my good sense?"

I laughed, but stayed where I was even as his hands came around me and my breasts were palmed by his big hands. My eyes closed as my chaffed nipples rubbed into the calluses on his hands. It hurt good.

Whispering I said, "All my life I've wanted to lie like this with my husband on a cold dark night and just be held by him. You're a dream come true for me."

He didn't say anything, but I felt him thinking. Eventually he spoke and it was with reluctance, "I'm not a good man. I've done things. Bad things. If you knew them you wouldn't want me holding you right now."

I shook my head softly and said, "That's not true Wyatt. You wouldn't have just told me what you did if you thought it would push me away. The truth is you want to justify yourself as a bad person and have me agree to it so you can convict yourself of the guilt you feel for what-ever it is that you've done. I'm not going to do that. You're a good man Wyatt. You've been more than good to me and well, I've come to, in a very short time, love a lot of things about you. You're not going to scare me off."

He was silent for a long moment before finally saying, "You are quite a woman Princess."

Softly I said, "I'll listen if you want to talk."

Then perhaps in the most emotional tone that I'd ever heard from this man to date, he said, "I don't want you to know about me and what I've done! What I am!"

"You asked me to never lie to you Wyatt and with God's help I never will, but I can only get as close to your heart as you let me. I'm not going anywhere. You're my man. I won't respect you any less, because my respect for use is based out of what you are now."

"I don't deserve that kind of open grace from you!"

"Neither did I. I almost murdered someone once, Wyatt... my sister." I managed to get out at the last as my voice became choked off with emotion.

He became very still and it was clear that he was listening to see if I would continue. I had never told anyone what I was about to before, but it was high time that I did.

"We were very different. Despite how I look now I looked very different back then. She always got the best of everything, whether it was clothes, a car, boyfriends, you name it. I was jealous of her. Most of all I was jealous of how it seemed my mom and dad loved her more than me. That inner bitterness grew and grew in me until one day I was at a gardening seminar that was being hosted in the library I worked in as an assistant. It was on house plants and always being interested in knowledge of one variety or another I sat and listened. One topic of the conversation was in regards to plants to be cautious of due to them being highly poisonous. One of the flowers they mentioned my mother happened to have a lot of at the time. I planned and debated about what to do for three days after the lecture. Finally, I did it. I squeezed the juice out of enough plants to get an amount that would've knocked an elephant off its feet. I had a plan. She always went for jogs at the track on Saturday mornings, but before she went she would drink down a glass of orange juice. I spiked her glass full of the stuff counting on the orange juice to cover the taste. Minutes later she would be in her car driving and when she crashed, I thought people would just assume it was from the crash and not bother to do an autopsy." I stopped talking as old emotion rose up in me.

Wyatt held me tighter and softly asked, "You stopped her from drinking the poison?"

On a sob I breathed out, "No."

I cried for a while and he only held me tighter. Still crying I said, "I left the room as she started to drink. I didn't do anything to stop her!"