Sralos Fantasy

Jack leaves a sated Olivia to sleep in her bedchambers as he retires to his. The next morning there is a knock at her door. Edward has come to call.  Once she is dressed, she has him escorted into her sitting room. “Good morning, Edward.”

Edward offers her a light smile, though he looks winded, as though he might have finished running a long way. “Good morning, my lady. You are feeling well, I hope?”

“I am. I suppose you heard about what happened last night at dinner?”

He gives a nod. “So is it true? That you….gelded a man?”

“Not completely. I left him with one.”

“By the gods….all over some drunken foolishness?”

“He insulted me publicly. He gave me no choice.”

“Couldn’t your lord husband have defended your honor? There shouldn’t have been any need for you to take such measures.” Unlike Jack, who found the thought arousing, Edward clearly finds the thought of Olivia spilling blood horrifying.

“My lord father told me to kill the first man who insulted me in public. From that point of view, I actually spared the wretch.” She shrugs and turns to a mirror to check her hair. “Don’t look at me that way, Edward,” she says to his reflection. “By spilling this man’s blood a little now, I spared the lives of countless others. Northerners respect strength. You told me that yourself.”

“Yes, that’s true…” But he didn’t expect her to take it to heart so readily and, in his view, so easily. “I was just concerned that it might have upset you to do so.”

The nonchalant expression fades from Olivia’s features. “It did upset me. It does upset me. But I am a Warren, and I cannot let the people see any hint of weakness in me.”

He gives a nod, pleased to hear that acts of violence hadn’t become routine for her. “Well, everyone is talking about it, so I hope he makes for a good example.”

“It’s just as well you are here, Edward. Until the rest of the banners have gone home, I’d prefer to keep all of us together in one place. I think I will ask Lord Braydon if you and my guards can move into the rooms across from mine for the time being.” Her maids have already moved into  a room next to hers chambers.

“An excellent idea, my lady.” One which works well with his own plans.

“Will you join me for tea on the balcony? Oh, have you had breakfast yet?”

“I’d love to. I was in a hurry to come check on you so I have yet to have breakfast.”

“Then you can dine with me.” Olivia looks around and spots one of her maids. “Sara, Lord Edward and I are going to have breakfast on the balcony.” The girl curtsies and turns to obey her mistress’s bidding. Olivia leads Edward out to the balcony, where a table is already set. A pot of steaming tea awaits them.

Edward takes the seat across form her as another maid pours tea for them both. “Even in this peace, it’s always wise to remember who we are.”

Olivia frowns at him as she stirs her tea. “And what does that mean? Do you think I forget who I am?”

“No, never, my lady. You are your father’s daughter and your resolve to do what’s best for Westfall is second to none.”

She has the feeling he’s trying to tell her something, but Edward is not known for being direct. Ah well, he’ll get around to his point eventually. She can wait. “Tell me what you have been up to, Edward. I have not seen much of you.”

“Keeping to myself mostly, speaking with the local maester. Trying not to be in anyone’s way.”

“You never keep to yourself, Edward.”

“Well, I’m normally surrounded by friends. Not these people who are looking for an excuse to skin me.”

“Even so, I’m certain you’ve been among them.” Just then they hear the sounds of a woman crying coming from the front room. Olivia and Edward both rise to see what the commotion is. They find Sara weeping while one of the guards is so furious he is being restrained by two others. “What is going on here?”

Sara weeps harder and the angry guard is making accusations until the captain orders him to be silent. It’s the Captain who finally speaks. “Apologies, my lady. Apparently one of the kitchen staff was rude to the girl when she went to get breakfast.”

The angry guard pipes up. “He called her a whore. He said she should be fucked by dogs!”

With each word Sara weeps harder. Edward can see Olivia’s lips tighten and he knows there’s about to be trouble. “My lady?” Edward looks over to her to see how she would handle this. While it’s not a direct insult like the night before, it could possibly be seen as an indirect one.

“Sara, dry your tears.” Olivia has a dangerous look in her eye as she walks over to one of the trunks and pulls out a small bottle. “Captain, you and your men will accompany me to the kitchen.”

*     *     *

Half an hour later a Byhaven servant alerts Jack that there is some trouble in the kitchen involving Lady Braydon and the Westfall people. That comes as a surprise since he expected the events of last night had insured no one would bother her. As Jack nears the kitchen he can her Olivia’s voice.

“Since clearly your mother did not teach you the proper way to speak to a woman, it falls to me to educate you in the consequences. Now open your mouth.” He can hear the sounds of struggling. When he turns the corner he sees Westfall men forcing the baker’s son to open his mouth while Olivia pours a drop of something onto his tongue.

The young man screams and his eyes are watering profusely as he jumps up and down and grabs his throat. Olivia shoves a pitcher of milk at him. “Drink this, it’ll help deaden the sting. Go on, it won’t kill you. It just makes you wish you were dead.” She chuckles and turns to the cook. “Get him more milk.”

“What is going on here?” Jack asks sternly.

The baker’s son continues to gulp down milk as Olivia turns to face her husband. “He made obscene remarks to one of my maids, so I gave him the same lesson my mother gave me when I spoke rudely. I put a drop of this,” she holds up the bottle, “on his tongue. It is a sauce made from the hottest peppers in Westfall and fermented in barrels for five years. Then, they pour the sauce from the barrels into jugs to be sold throughout the kingdoms. You probably have one here, but this,” she grins,” this is the stuff they scrape off the bottom of the barrel. The hottest sauce in all the kingdoms.”

“Ah ha, I see.” He watches the boy as he gulps down milk trying to put out the fire in his mouth. “Far too early in the morning for this foolishness.”

“I agree, my lord.” Olivia turns to look at the gathered kitchen staff. “The same will happen to anyone else who needs a lesson in the proper way to speak to a woman.”

“I suggest you heed your lady’s words,” Jack snarls at the staff. He then turns his attention to Olivia. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Edward and I were waiting for Sara to bring back breakfast, but instead she came back crying.”

“I see. I’m sure Edward won’t mind if I steal you away from him.”

She looks over at Edward to see his response.

“Of-of course.” Edward gives a bow to Jack and makes a hasty exit.

Jack watches him go. “He’s a skittish one.”

“I suppose he is.” She takes his arm and shoos her people back upstairs.

As the evening carries on, Jack and Olivia aren’t the only ones drinking wine. Midway down one of the tables, one of Jack’s banners has been drinking before the dinner started and well beyond. He starts talking loudly about the fighting he’d seen, how he’d cut down men and boys and raped Westfall women. Those around him quiet to silence him but it only serves to anger him and make him louder until those at the lord’s table are able to hear.

At first Olivia pretends not to hear the man, but when all around him grow quiet he becomes impossible to ignore. Finally she stops her conversation with Jack and turns to face the man; eying him with cold determination. Jack of course notices as well, looking down at the man angrily who has yet to notice their attention. When one of the man’s companions informs him that his lord and lady have heard him, he proclaims loudly that, “Byhaven has no lady. Only a pretty doll bought with the lives of my kinsmen.”

Olivia gets to her feet slowly and walks around the table towards the man. “I could not help but overhear your prowess in cutting down children and raping women,” she says with a smile. When she reaches his table she walks around to his side of it. “Though I do not really believe you ever got so close to a Westfall woman.” Standing toe to toe with the man, she has to tilt her head back to look him in the eye.

“You can’t tell me what I’ve done! I’m a true warrior of Byhaven! I was holding a sword the moment I let go of my mother’s teat!”

Jack has risen to his feet as well. His little wife is full of surprises yet he is still moving towards the pair, body coiled and ready to jump should the man take any foolish action against her.

Suddenly the braggart feels cold steel next to his testicles. “I know you have never been so close to a Westfall woman because you still have two of these.” She cuts off one of his balls and holds it up in the air as she speaks. Dropping the bloody testicle to his plate she flicks the blood from her fingers, spotting the man’s lady wife in the process.

Walking just as slowly back to her seat, Olivia turns to look over her shoulder at the man. “Now you have proof that you have been so close to a Westfall woman, my lord.” Her father had told her to kill the first man to insult her publicly, but Olivia didn’t want to go quite that far.

It was good advice, and Jack would’ve told her as much if he’d known, though she certainly got the same result with this display. The guards are quick to drag the man out to be tended so he doesn’t bleed out. Everyone is surprised, including Jack, though there’s a pleased look on his face too. When she gets close to him, he speaks low to her. “Well done.”

“Thank you my lord,“ she whispers back to him. “My father told me that the people of Byhaven respect strength.”

“They do. But not blind strength. You were in control the whole time. You did not rise to his baiting. You acted perfectly.”

She absolutely beams at the praise. “Thank you.” He has her blushing again even as she washes the blood from her slender fingers.

“If no one else requires my lady’s attention, we are retiring for the night.” Of course, no one requests her attention and Jack walks out with his arm about her though he is holding her closer this time. He can’t deny, the fact that she is not only willing but capable of cutting a man down makes Olivia that much more enticing to him.

She’s never done anything like that before in her life, but she is a Warren of Westfall, and she will always do what she must. Despite her outward bravado, Jack can feel that she is trembling ever so slightly. That makes him want to keep that hold on her as they head down the halls towards her bedchamber. He glances over at her once they have more privacy. “Are you alright?”

“I…I’ve never drawn blood before,” she confides to him with a whisper.

“I see. Well, this time has likely assured there won’t be a need for it again in the future.”

“That was my hope, my lord.” She smiles at him.

As they get closer to her chambers, Jack’s hand slips down to her ass. “I like a woman who can wield a blade when necessary.”

“Oh!” She squeals at the unexpected grope and then she giggles.

When they reach her chambers, they see two of her Westfall men in full armor guarding her door. Olivia stops giggling and looks to one of the men. “Captain, my maids will be sleeping in my dressing chamber this evening. I want two more of you guarding that door, and the other two guarding my door.”

The captain replies, “You want all six of us on duty throughout the night, my lady?”

She nods to him. “Yes, exactly. I don’t want any of you leaving the vicinity of these rooms without my leave.”

The captain bows his head. “Understood, my lady.”

“There a particular reason you feel that much guarding is needed?” Jack questions her once they’ve entered her bedchamber.

“It’s not us, my lord. It’s them I want to keep safe. Might be that some friend of Lord…um…’One Ball’….” She breaks up into a fit of giggles, proving just how much wine she’s had. Finally she gets control of herself and continues. “Anyway, some drunken friend of his might seek vengeance by attacking one of my guards. If my men are all on duty here, they can’t be wandering around the castle getting themselves killed.” She shrugs and walks over to an overstuffed chair draped with items of clothing and drops into it.

“Mm hmm. I’m sure you’ll feel that such precautions aren’t necessary in time.” Walking behind that chair, he reaches down to stroke her neck and shoulders with his large, strong hands.

“I’m sure things will settle down in time.” Especially once the banners have gone back to their own castles, but she keeps that thought to herself. “Oh, that feels good,” she groans and arches her back under the attention of his hands.

He smiles as she responds to his touch. “Good. Unlace your gown and slide that part down for me.” She swallows and nods. Reaching behind herself, Olivia loosens the laces and slides the emerald gown over her shoulders, revealing the pale flesh beneath. Pulling her arms from the sleeves, she slides the dress down over her breasts to her waist. Her nipples are already beginning to harden.

His hands soon slide down to begin fondling and caressing her breasts the moment they’re freed. She moans softly as she leans back in the chair, arching her back to push her breasts closer to his hands. As her nipples harden, he takes them between his thumb and forefinger and tug on them gently before twisting them back and forth. His little bride begins to squirm beneath him. Olivia bites her lower lip as her eyes slide closed.

Releasing her breasts just long enough to come around the chair, Jack kneels down and leans forward, sucking her nipple into his mouth. She gasps with pleasure as her eyes pop open. Running her fingers through his hair, she watches him suckle her. He feels her continue to writhe beneath him. With his lips occupied, his hands slide up the hem of her gown until he comes to her small clothes where he slides them off. She wantonly lifts her ass to allow him to pull the sheer garment down her smooth legs. He finds her already wet for him.

Rising up between her spread legs, he draws her forward to the edge of the seat and quickly frees his cock before her before moving forward to slide into her. Her pussy is still sore from the previous times he’s taken her, so she winces when he enters her. But once he’s inside the soreness vanishes to be replaced by that feeling of delicious fullness that she’s come to enjoy. Jack can feel her legs wrap around his waist just as her sex squeezes him.

Jack groans deeply as he sinks deep into her body, feeling her body squeeze him from all sides as he starts fucking her. She is pushing back against him, matching his thrusts. It seems that Olivia learns quickly. Her body is so responsive to his. He fucks her steadily for a while before he lifts her up while standing, never removing his cock, until he lays her on her bed and continues fucking her again.

She wrapped her arms around him when he moved her and she is still clinging to him. He can see the desire in her big green eyes. He responds to that look by plunging deep into her with his cock, she is able to feel it pressing against the back of her sex as he thrusts in again and again. She’s starting to be able to tell when he’s nearing his release. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, her hands grasping his powerful forearms, and her nails dig into his skin as he feels her tight pussy clenching around him.

Finally, Jack gives a loud groan as he spends inside Olivia, she feels every pulse of his cock as he plants his seed deep inside her. “Mm,” she purrs with contentment as he fills her. At this rate Olivia should soon be with child.

Since his new bride feels she cannot walk the halls of Byhaven without armed escort unless he is by her side, Jack decides to escort her to dinner himself. Just as he arrives at her chambers the door opens as Olivia and her armed escort of two are about to leave.

Startled to find him there Olivia exclaims, “Lord Braydon! I was just on my way to the dining hall.” She is dressed in emerald silk with fine gold embroidery. Auburn curls are tied back from her face with a ribbon of green velvet.

She looks down at his hand and then over her shoulder at her maids who start giggling. Turning to look back up at Jack, she smiles. “Of course, my lord.” Once again she shoos away her guards.

“Have most of your banners returned to their keeps, my lord? Or will they be joining us for dinner this evening?”

“I think it is a good thing that the Westfall guests left so quickly, though I do miss them. Resentments still linger between our people, and it’s best that neither are tempted to violence.”

“Yes, I agree. Though it was wise for them to keep their hostilities in check while here. I did not want to have to administer punishment to any of my guests.”

“I thought it might be the people of Byhaven who moved to violence first.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I suppose because you all seem so…wild, so untamed to me.”

“We see ourselves as more free. My people think yours put on airs, at worst they see you as hypocritical.”

“We see ourselves as refined and sophisticated.”

“Yet you still eat, breath, shit, and fuck like we do.”

She blinks in surprise at his language. “Yes, but we don’t talk about it in quite the same way, and we only do two of those things in public.”

“While not everyone here has the luxury to be as direct as I can be, you’ll find most of my people believe in being direct.”

“I think I am very direct, do you not agree, my lord?”

“You are. A pleasant exception,” Jack admits.

She chuckles and lets the subject go at that.

They are announced as Lord and Lady Braydon as Jack takes his seat and there’s a somewhat smaller one next to his Olivia takes the seat beside him, pretending she doesn’t see the hostility in the eyes of a number of the guests. Jack sees it as well. Another thing about his people, they tend to wear their emotions on their sleeves. “When you have finished with your duties, I will take you to explore the areas surrounding the keep.”

“My duties? You’ve given me no duties, my lord. At least not yet.” She chuckles. “I look forward to touring Byhaven.”

“Well, by duties I was referring to your unpacking and such.”

“Oh, that.” She laughs. “It’s coming along nicely, though there are a few items my maids cannot seem to find. Likely they were either left behind or packed in the wrong trunk.”

“Oh? What sort of items?”

“Oh, just some small things. Some unmentionables and nightgowns.” He can see her cheeks redden over the unmentionables.

Unmentionables? Likely the lacey kind that would normally not be worn by your typical Byhaven woman. Fortunately, Jack’s expression gives away nothing as he puts two and two together. “Ah, well they will probably turn up.”

Dinner is soon brought out and Olivia comes across another difference between the two kingdoms. Unlike Westfall, farmland isn’t quite so fertile on Byhaven so they have to grow hardier items, usually things that grow underground like potatoes and carrots. They also have much more meat either in boar, venison, or fish. Fruits are rarer here so they are saved for last though they still have plenty of wine.

Fortunately, Olivia loves potatoes and fish, so she easily finds something to her taste. She makes no complaints about the meal, simply eating it and making conversation with her new husband. When he is finished eating, Jack enjoys his wine and encourages Olivia to do the same. And enjoy it she does. Soon she starts to feel a bit tipsy.

After leaving Olivia’s chamber so that she can return to her unpacking and gossiping, as women are wont to do, Jack makes his way back to his solar. He is rather pleased with this wife of his and feels that this marriage may not be the burden he was expecting. These thoughts put him in a pleasant mood as he walks through the keep.

When he enters the solar he finds Victoria perched on the edge of his desk. Her raven hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun; strands of it spilling over her bare shoulder. She is pouting at him, but she still manages to lean forward and give him a good view of her full breasts.

Seeing her there, Jack doesn’t even hesitate as he casually shuts and locks the door of his solar behind him. “I’ve been hearing about you. You’ve my wife so worried, she walks the halls with armed guards.”

“Are you certain it is me she fears or her own shadow? Small people often have great fears.” Tossing her head to flip her hair over one shoulder, Victoria aims her full lower lip at him, giving him a devastating pout. “How could you bring her here? This is our place, Jack?”

“Don’t give me that look. It was simply a moment of need and she was there to satisfy it,” he says as he walks towards her.

“But I want this room to be just for us.”

“Do you now? Do you think you can convince me to make such a concession?” He gives her a smirk, he clearly expecting her to try.

“And why should I? You’ve already ruined it by bringing ‘her’ here.” She turns her back, but steals a glance over her shoulder at him.

Coming to stand behind her, he places his hands on her hips. “Are you saying you’d rather I not fuck you here anymore? That I not bend you over this desk and ride you until you can barely stand?”

“Did you at least think of me while you fucked her?”

“I don’t waste time with thinking when I’m fucking.”

“You might as well just admit that you did not think of me. In fact, I do not think you thought of me at all until you walked in and saw me.”

“Now, now, as much as I would like to have you on my mind at all times, I do have other duties as lord. Besides, it makes the feelings stronger when I find myself reminded of you.”

“When are you reminded of me?” Victoria is suddenly coyly curious.

“When I see something that reminds me of your dark hair. When I pass where you’ve been and catch a hint of your scent. It all makes me yearn for you.”

That pleases her. The pout fades away and then is replaced by a smile. “Oh, Jack.”

He smiles back, and strokes her cheek. “Now then…how shall we make this room yours again? First let’s see if you’ve been a good girl or not.” By ‘good girl’, Jack is referring to whether or not she is wearing her small clothes. He’s practically forbidden her from wearing them in the past, tearing them from her body in his lust when she hasn’t.

“Since you weren’t good, I didn’t see why I should be.” She is wearing small clothes, but they are the smallest and sheerest that he’s ever seen. In fact, she stole them from Olivia’s trunks during the wedding feast.

“That wasn’t very wise because now I’ll have to punish you.” They are definitely nothing like he’s seen her wear before, but he’s not in the mood to investigate as he grabs her, pushing her down across his desk. But they’re so sheer and sexy it would be a shame to destroy them. Lifting her skirts up, Jack is quick to free his cock before pulling the sheer undergarments aside so that he has access to her ass. Normally he’d take her pussy until his cock is covered in her wetness before taking her ass, but he’s not doing that this time. This is meant to be a punishment, after all.

She squeals with pain and slaps her hands on the desk. “Jack! That hurts! Why are you hurting me?”

“It’s not a proper punishment if you enjoy it entirely,” though he doesn’t force himself into her as much as he could, just enough to get his point across since he’s not out to truly hurt her.

“That’s not fair, Jack. I do not deserve to be punished.”

“I did not give you leave to wear smallclothes, even ones as enticing as these.”

“B-but you married someone else and then fucked her here!” She slaps her palms on the desk again in impotent fury. He gives her ass cheek a firm swat as he saws back and forth. “Ow!” Victoria writhes and squeals as he uses her ass, but eventually she settles down and simply takes him as she presses her cheek to the top of his desk.

Jack gives a loud groan as she feels him release inside her. As the last of his seed is spent, he leans down to whisper into her ear. “You now have my permission to keep wearing these small clothes.”

After Jack and Olivia have fixed their clothes and returned to an appearance of normalcy, Jack once again escorts her, this time heading back to where her chambers are. As they near her chambers he can see a pair of her guards on the door. These two are armored. “More guards,” he vocalizes but says nothing more about them. He’s already made his feelings clear about them.

“You do not have guards stationed outside of your bedchambers, my lord?”

“I assure you, no one goes into my bedchamber unless they’re summoned there or I take them there. Anyone who does otherwise is likely to loose a hand.”

“In Westfall our private chambers are always guarded.”

“Do you have problems with thieves there?”

“Assassins. I believe you paid a few of them.”

“Mm, rarely a good investment. They were recommended by some of my generals, but I don’t care for their methods, personally.”

“Death is a part of war, and our people have been warring with each other for centuries. The presence of guards makes me feel a bit less wary,” Olivia replies.

“Fair enough. In time, perhaps peace will feel less foreign to you.”

“Are you accustomed to it already, my lord?”

“Your father and I worked hard to make it a reality, I’m welcoming it fully.”

“You acclimate to new circumstances quickly. I admire that.”

“Being able to adapt is helpful in many situations, not least of all the battlefield.”

“I have never seen a battlefield.”

“Good. You are never the same after you have.”

The way he says that makes her stop and look up at him. “Was it terrible?”

He nods. “Battles aren’t as pretty as the songs make them out to be.”

She nods to him. “I’ve tended some of the wounded in the healing tents.” And she’ll have nightmares about those tents for the rest of her life.

“I see. Was that your father’s doing?”

“He approved, but it was my lady mother’s idea. She said that all of the Warren women have always tended to the wounded. She said it does a man good to have a gentle hand and a soft voice nearby when he is hurt.”

“True words indeed. It can do a man good, even outside of fighting to have that nearby.”

“Do you like having a woman nearby, my lord?”

“They certainly can be nicer to have around than men at certain times,” he says with a bit of a smirk.

She giggles and blushes. Jack enters the bedchamber with Olivia, taking a moment to look around that what cosmetic changes she has made thus far. There are decorative items on chairs and leaning against walls. There are some dresses draped on every item of furniture except the bed. Her three maids are flittering around, taking things out of boxes and putting others up. “Hm. making it feel like home?”

His voice will likely be what alerts the maids to his presence. They all stop what they’re doing and look at him with wide eyes. Olivia shoos them into the sitting room, all of them giggling as they shut the door behind them. “Well, it is a bit of a mess right now, but they will soon put things to right and make it feel very homey.”

He nods as he goes walking about, leaning down to casually go through one of her chests. He finds books in one chest, another has tapestries, and one holds small portraits of her family. “You like to read?”

Olivia nods to him. “Yes, I do. Very much.”

“Mm, you should come by my solar more often then. As you saw, I’ve many books from not just from here but from all over the world.”

She brightens. “I did notice them, my lord, before…um…well, before.” Her cheeks are blushing again.

He leans down close to her to speak low so his voice doesn’t carry. “Before we fucked. Is that what you mean?”

“Oh!” She squeals when he says the word and her cheeks redden even more, but she nods to him. “Yes, my lord.”

He gives a chuckle, finding great amusement in her bashfulness. “Tell me, do you ride as well?”

“I do. Once we’re settled in, I hope that my ladies and I can go on an outing.” Looking around at the chaos in her chambers, Olivia chuckles. “But that may not be for some time.”

“That would be permitted. Just make me aware before you leave. I expect you’ll have men accompany you, I want there to be Byhaven guards along with your Westfall guards.”

“Of course my lord. I shall be very well protected.”

He gives her a pleased nod. “Good. You’re very important to peace between our two lands.”

She nods to that. “Yes, I am very well aware of that.”

“Well, I shall leave you to your unpacking. I will expect to have your company at dinner this evening.”

“I will be there, my lord,” she says with a smile. “I look forward to it.”

Taking hold of Olivia by her slender waist, Jack’s hands feel even larger as he lifts her up off her feet with ease and sets her on the edge of his desk. Once she’s there, his hands stay at her sides for a bit, stroking where her waist flares out to her hips before sliding his hands down her dress. He then begins sliding the dress up, exposing more of her legs. The heated look in his eyes frightens her. Jack feels her body tighten up, but she does not try to pull away. Her breathing becomes ragged when she feels his calloused hands on her bare legs. His hands steadily work their way further up her legs until he reaches her small clothes. Taking hold of them, he reverses course and starts pulling them down her legs.

There comes a moment when Olivia must lift her bottom so he can pull the small clothes down. She hesitates for only a moment. Jack looks at her in that moment, no words said, simply a silent command to lift herself. Soon, her small clothes lie on the floor as he once again begins sliding his hand unobstructed up her skirts. She holds her breath; biting her lower lip as she watches the progress of his hands.

Reaching her thighs, he pries them apart before having a single hand continue further until his fingers find her sex. Jack gently traces a finger over her enlarged clit. Olivia gasps, jumping at his touch; her mind reeling at the circumstances she finds herself in. She never thought of herself as sheltered before, but the idea of sex outside of a bed is something she never heard of until she came to Byhaven. On her wedding day, yesterday, she saw two men take a serving girl on the table. Now, her lord husband is about to do the same to her, only thankfully it is in the privacy of his solar.

Just like their first time, Jack knows the ways to touch Olivia that coaxes her body to arousal. He strokes her clit with his fingers while the other hand gropes her breasts through her gown. He can feel her tremble as her body begins to respond to his touch. “Let down your gown,” he tells her in a low, husky tone that’s heavy with lust.

Lifting her hands, Olivia notices they are shaking as she loosens the laces of her gown. Some voice inside tells her to avert her eyes, but she cannot look away from his and the desire she sees there. That desire both excites and frightens her. Summoning her courage, she removes her arms from the sleeves and the gown slips down; clinging to her hard nipples for the briefest of moments before falling to her waist.

She hears him groan as her breasts are exposed. As he leans down, Olivia suddenly feels her nipple enveloped by Jack’s arm mouth. The wet heat of his mouth around her aching nipple has her panting. Her knuckles are white as she grips the edge of the desk. She can feel his lips vibrate as he moans around one nipple, sucking hard on it before moving to the other.

Each swipe of his tongue sends fissions of pleasure shooting through her body and she bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her back arches out of some instinct to push her breast nearer the source of pleasure. Hearing a wet sound she is surprised to realize that it’s coming from her. Swirling his tongue around her hard nipples, he moves his lips back and draws his hand from her pussy. She can see his fingers gleaming from her wetness as he begins to unfasten his belt.

Her body tenses again as she watches him free his large cock. The sight of it seems to frighten her. Frowning at her reaction Jack asks, “Nervous still? You’ve already taken it several times now.”

She pouts at him. “But that was only a few hours ago, my lord.”

Apparently that’s not enough to get Jack to stop as he moves in and she feels the tip of his cock getting wet and spreading it before slowly sliding into her. Still sore from their wedding night, Olivia winces as his cock first penetrates her, but there is no pain as he moves deeper inside. She has a feeling of fullness as he stretches her.

Jack slides in deep then pauses a moment while he grips her by the ass. He then begins rocking back and forth, thrusting with slow, forceful motions. Olivia reaches up to grip his powerful arms as he fucks into her. Suddenly she feels like that serving wench, being taken wherever a man decides to have her. That idea excites her and her pussy clenches around his shaft. The feeling is new to her and she gasps, looking up into his eyes.

Jack feels her sex squeezing him from all sides and he gives a knowing smirk while maintaining that pace.

That smirk puzzles her and her brow furrows. “Is something wrong, my lord?” Her voice shakes each time he thrusts into her.

“I can tell you are enjoying this,” he answers.

“You can?” Panting as she grips his arms tighter.

“That’s right. I can feel the way your body squeezes my cock and I know you’re enjoying it.”

“Is that what you want, my lord? For me to enjoy it?”

“It would be preferred to you not enjoying it.”

He can see her brow furrow and he knows he has confused her again. She opens her mouth to tell him that she doesn’t understand just as the head of his cock rams against her cervix. “Ooh!” She cries out as she instinctively thrusts her hips up to meet him; her legs rising of their own accord to wrap around his waist.

“Ah hah, you like it there, eh?” Pulling her into each thrust, he begins slamming into that same spot.

Her cries become louder, her tits bouncing wildly as he fucks her deep and hard. He shaft rubs against her throbbing clit with each thrust. Jack can see Olivia’s eyes widen as the pleasure builds. It’s all too much. It feels as if she is about to explode. Just as she thinks she cannot take anymore the pleasure crashes inside her. Her cries of passion echo through the solar as Olivia experiences her first orgasm.

Jack continues to thrust into her throughout her orgasm, waiting until she’s starting to come down before he finally finds his release deep inside her. Her skin is glistening with perspiration; she is still clinging to him as she feels the heat of his seed filling her once more. Olivia is panting as she rests her head on his shoulder. As he holds her, his hands stroke up and down her back and sides. “Good girl. You did very well.”

Still breathing heavily, Olivia lifts her head to look up at him. Though she is happy that she managed to please him, she is a little humiliated by the praise. It sounds like something one might say to a dog who fetched a stick. And then there’s the pleasure he gave her. She’s never felt anything like it, and she knows she wants to feel it again. “Thank you, my lord.” Now that her orgasm has passed, she is very much aware of her exposed flesh.

He takes his time before eventually pulling out of her and fixing his pants. He pulls her skirts down but lets her fix the rest of the gown. Her small clothes are picked up and set on his desk. “I’ll have more of this for you tonight.” Olivia is blushing as she straightens her clothing, and especially when she reaches for her small clothes to put them back on. “Keep them off for now. I want you to remember this feeling. And know that I can and will give more.”

“Keep them off?” Her cheeks are burning bright red, but she nods. “Um, shall I take them with me?”

“Yes, you shall,” he says with a smile.

That clearly worries her and she rolls them up into a ball and tucks them into her hand so they can’t be seen. “I…I do not know the way back to my chambers from her.” She is feeling nervous and awkward and it shows.

“Very well, I’ll escort you back to your chambers.”

“You will?” She seems surprised, but pleased. “Thank you, my lord.”