1. Arianrhod


    Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    noble-born, I would have had your hand myself. I have searched for years for your origins, Arianrhod, hoping to discover you were. But for my honor, I would have forged the evidence of your bloodline myself. Your beauty, my child, is incomparable. You deserve far more than the son of a smithy's apprentice." "Padrig is a good man, Sire." "And you will be a good wife, I'm sure, Arianrhod. But are you a good lover?" He untied the strings holding her gown together. "Let us see." The cross-lacings of her bodice loosened, and her dress fell away from her shoulders, crumpling around her bare feet. She stood before him, naked, and unashamed of her nudity. Her calm and confident expression remained changeless, as she felt his eyes scrutinize her every curve. His expression, by contrast, was moved quite noticeably. Modeled by the warm candlelight from light to shadow, her soft, sensuous skin revealed every secret he had ever yearned to see. He took a step back, beholding her body as if a revelation of heaven, and the effect it was having on his own body only seized his attention when his heart jumped abruptly in his chest, because he had stopped breathing. She was in control of his desire, and she saw it in his eyes, burning like a torch. He reached out to touch her with trembling hands and became suddenly self-conscious of his own loss of control over his physical reactions. He had faced battle and danger with nerves of steel, flinching at nothing, and yet this frail creature before ...
    him had reduced him to a state of trembling excitation. With every woman he had bedded, he had never concerned himself with whether they were appreciative of his touch. This was the first moment he wanted a woman to want him back, for her own pleasure and satisfaction. He carefully cupped her breasts, and watched as her puffy nipples constricted into stiff points. She backed herself up to the heavily-carved bed, and reclined on her elbows, relaxing her thighs so they fell open to his view. Her eyes were locked onto his, as she needed to see his lust, and feel her own control over it. This man had privilege to use her body, but she gave him nothing of her heart. In her submission, she still felt her own power over him, by what she saw revealed in his eyes, now completely lost to wanton desire. His eyes were cast downward to her womanhood, laid open before him like a resplendent flower in full bloom. He reveled in the idea of being the first man to see her unwrapped, and hastily tore at his own coverings, throwing them away to feel her naked skin under his at last. His swelling flesh strained impatiently to be released from constraint, and the hot fire in his limbs made him feel like a young buck once again. His oak-hard member bobbed stiffly as he lowered himself to his knees between her wide-swept thighs. He gathered her to himself, as she rolled her hips upwards to receive him. She had a moment's trepidation that she would not seem to him as other virgin brides had, at the ...
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