She cried out, but he knew every kind of crying there was, and it wasn’t the sort that was begging him to stop. She was soft and tight around his shaft, exactly the way he loved. She arched her back, raising her lovely little ass. There was a wantonness to her that he would relish.
He waited for a moment, letting her adjust to the feel of a man’s length stretching her channel.
“Yes, firebird. I’m your lord and master.” He pulled back and thrust deeper, bumping against her womb, causing her to gasp and brace herself. When she circled her hips slowly, he knew that despite her sniffling cries, she was ready for more.
He took her hand and pressed it between her legs.
“Rub yourself just there,” he commanded.
She obeyed, her breath coming and going in sharp gasps.
He took her by the hips. She pushed back, drawing him deeper, a primal instinct taking root in both of them. He stroked in and out at a medium pace, giving her time to build toward an orgasm.
Look how she responds to being fucked in such a raw way, tossed over a tree with her clothes yanked down and bottom spanked. There’s a darling little whore trapped inside her silky royal flesh.
He fucked her harder, banging against her punished globes. She thrashed, her hair shimmering in the low light, her glorious body writhing.
“Mmm. That’s it,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster.
She came, spasming around him, crying out and then whimpering. She tried to rise up, but a hand between her shoulder blades held in her in position until he emptied his seed into her. It was so satisfying to be buried in her pretty channel with her punished ass tucked against him and his cum erupting into that plush royal pussy. He was going to enjoy having her for so many reasons, not the least of which was the deep affection that seemed stronger now than ever.
He stroked her shaking back, knowing she must be cold now that their sweat-dampened bodies had stilled.
When he pulled out, the blood of her former innocence was evident. So she hadn’t had the nerve. It had been bold to lie, knowing the king might have had the physician tie her down and perform the examination.
He refastened his pants, admiring her pert ass, still red from punishment, and her long trim legs. He stepped forward and put a booted foot on her pants to hold them in place while he removed each of her feet from them. Then he caught her shoulders and pulled her back to a standing position. He grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
He turned her and swept her up, carrying her back to the cart. She continued to cry softly with her face turned into his neck.
When he reached the cart, Rocurt dropped down and got a blanket from the back.
“How rough were you?”
“Not very.”
“Does she need a tonic?”
“No, she’s all right. Grab the jar of fruit sauce.”
“Here,” Rocurt said.
They traded her back and forth to get her wrapped loosely in the blanket and then situated on her side on the bench seat with her head on Evston’s leg. She kept her eyes tightly closed but tears were leaking steadily from them.
Evston opened the jar and dipped several fingers into the spicy fruit sauce.
“Here, firebird, suck my fingers.”
She hesitated only a moment, then opened her mouth. For the next few moments the only sounds were of her sniffling and suckling.
Evston pulled his fingers free, dipping them into the spicy fruit and then back into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips clamped down and she sucked.
Eventually the suction on his fingers slackened and her breathing was slow and even. Once she was asleep, the brothers spoke in low tones.
“You shouldn’t have told her that story, Ev, about the statue. You probably scared her. And for no reason. We’d never take her anywhere like that. And what’s this about, bringing her naked to the glider? A spanking is fine because she was out of control, but you can’t treat her like a pet.”
“I know,” Evston said, but he wasn’t sorry she was lying naked within only the cocoon of a blanket. She was his now, and they would see what he could do with her.
