Chapter 8 #2
Ann’s breathing quickened, uncertain because her dreams were possibly coming true. Edmund stepped out of the bath and held out a hand to her.
“Will you permit me?” he asked.
As if in a trance, Ann placed her hand in his giant paw. She stared at how they fit together, this somehow feeling more intimate than when they’d worked her quim in tandem.
Edmund lifted her hand and kissed it. “I had meant to protect you from further harm at the hands of the Wake family, and I made a tremendous error. Many errors.”
“I’m a Wake, too.”
“That you are. Shall we attempt to make another?”
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When Edmund laid her down on his big four-poster, Ann had a moment of panic. It might not have been their wedding night, but this was the consummation of their marriage, at long last.
“My beautiful Annie,” he sighed from between her thighs, where he gazed upon that place he’d denied himself for so long. Edmund’s hands ran over every part of her until she was prepared to beg.
And then he dipped his mouth to her quim and sent Ann’s back bowing. His tongue and lips, and eventually fingers, seemed to be everywhere, making it hard to understand what he was doing to make her feel so good. Her frantic explorations under the blankets in Shropshire never felt quite like this!
Her hips rocked encouragingly, and she held the nape of her husband’s neck as he drove her higher.
“Enter me now,” she gasped, tugging at his short hair to bring him up from her nub, which he was lavishing with kisses.
“I mean to see you explode first,” he said.
“I want to do that while you’re within me,” she replied, coaxing him up.
“If you insist.”
Edmund shuffled up the bed, wiping his face on the bedclothes as he moved. “You are the wettest girl, my wife.”
Ann covered her face with mortification. She should have never allowed him to linger there!
Edmund plucked her hands from her eyes and smiled down at her. “It’s a good thing you’re so wet because otherwise there’d be no way I could fit this inside you.”
He looked down at where his cock rested against his wife’s entrance. He eased her lips open and let the cockhead press into the very start of her channel.
Ann watched as he pushed in for the first time, holding her breath as she felt the magnitude of the stretch from his cock.
“Breathe, my darling,” he said, stroking her belly to remind her to draw in air.
"You're so big, Edmund," she said, feeling like she was being filled for the first time because of his size.
“Bigger than my brother Bucks?” he asked playfully.
“You know you are,” she whined as he eased all the way inside of her channel.
Edmund chuckled, then stilled. “What if we make a baby tonight?”
“We won’t know if we’ve made a baby for some time.”
“I suppose we’ll have to keep trying for an heir until we’re certain.”
“But we’re not making an heir, are we?” she asked, planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“Aren’t we?”
“We’re attempting to make a child.”
“Is that so very different?” he asked, dipping his head to return the kiss in the same spot on her mouth.
“It is indeed. This baby won’t belong to the marquessate like your entailed estates, but to us.”
“That sounds far less daunting than creating an heir,” said Edmund, bringing his thumb to her nub, which made her jolt. “So sensitive.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve been wet and ready for you for ages, Edmund,” she whined as he pressed that hard shaft in and out.
“Are you ready to take this load I’ve got for you? Ready to carry my child?”
“Yes, but…” she said, trailing off.
Edmund slowed his thrusts. “What is it, love? What can I do for you?”
At that moment, Ann knew he truly would do anything for her. It filled her heart with hope, and it gave her courage to voice her deepest desires.
“While reading books…” she started. “I saw things.”
Edmund smiled, liking where this conversation was going. He did so love books. Why, he was so thankful for their existence he might endow several new libraries. But first, he needed to hear what his wife had to say.
“It’s just that animals are so good at having babies,” she said shyly, holding her breasts as Edmund’s gentle thrusts set them swaying. She toyed with her own nipples, seemingly not realizing she was doing it.
"That they are," said Edmund, noting the direction this was going but wanting to avoid rushing anything now that he was finally uniting with his wife. For good.
“Well,” she said, licking her lips. “Perhaps if we were to do things in the animal way, your seed might take better. Faster.”
“I think you’re right, Annie. We should try it. To get a baby fast.”
“Yes, yes, exactly,” she said, coming to her hands and knees. She looked back for reassurance and he nodded his head encouragingly. Then Ann dropped her shoulders low and Edmund groaned.
She popped back up. “Are you unwell?”
Edmund gently directed her back down and took in her body, spread before him. “You want me to rut you like a bull?” he asked, letting his cockhead rest at her entrance so she could feel the stretch of taking him from this angle. From behind.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. Edmund could hear the pleasured smile in her voice and inched his hips forward so she’d feel every bit of him entering her. Breeding her. Filling her.
“Are you going to stay still, my little cow, while I rut you? And give you a baby?”
“Yes, husband,” she said, her back arching as he bottomed out in her channel.
Edmund groaned, feeling her ripple around him as her pleasure intensified at their play. “You do that and I’ll come too fast, darling.”
He worked himself in and out, watching her take him so well. He needed to make her spend so he could let these aching balls unload.
When Edmund applied his fingertips to her nub, at first Ann twisted reflexively, then she grabbed the sheets and broke around him, her channel working against and around him until he felt his belly and spine try to meet as he came.
On reflex, he nearly pulled himself from his wife’s wet clasp, but recovered his senses in time to stay within her hold and press himself deep as he seeded her womb.
His grunt as he pulled himself from within that hold on his cock came from before recorded history.
Edmund had to cover his mouth as he surveyed the mess he’d made of his wife’s perfect cunt in their efforts to get her with child.
He’d have no shortage of erotic delights while staying within the confines of his marriage now.
After Edmund helped Ann settle in his arms so they might hold each other and talk, he slipped his fingers into her tight clasp and stayed there, still.
“Is that to hold your seed within me?” she whispered, brushing hair from his eyes.
“That, and I wanted to be closer to you,” he whispered back, placing a tender kiss on her lips.
Ann smiled, taking in his entire face as if seeing him for the first time. “I’ve never done it like that before.”
Edmund paused, his heart in his throat. “Neither have I.”
“You haven’t? Never? That seems unlikely. You don’t need to dissemble, husband,” she said playfully.
“Not like that,” he said, his face serious. “Not with someone I love.”
Ann’s face seemed to flicker through a thousand emotions until she settled into a teary smile.
“Well,” she said, “perhaps we should do it again. For practice.”
And thus, they spent that night, and all the nights to come.
THE END