Chapter Sixteen #2
With that, his mouth slanted over hers, hungrily.
Off-guard, Douglass simply lay there, having no idea what more she should do.
His lips were hot, insistent, and delicious, and before long, she was responding to him, kissing him as he was kissing her.
It was easy to mimic and she soon realized that she liked kissing him very much.
Her hands came up, timidly, and held his face, her heated flesh against his.
It was all Tiberius needed to drive him mad.
Swiftly, he pulled away from her, lifting himself off the bed and pulling off his mail coat.
It came off quickly, landing in a heap, and the padded tunic came off next.
Once his tunic came off, he pulled Douglass into a sitting position and deftly released the fastens on the back of her dress.
Once they were loose enough, he pulled the garment off of her, sliding it off of her body and pulling it free of her legs.
As Douglass sat on the bed clad only in her shift and hose, looking rather uncomfortable, Tiberius proceeded to strip off the rest of his clothing.
He kicked his clothes aside, as naked as the day he was born as he leaned over the bed and pulled back the coverlet.
He had absolutely no problem with parading around naked but Douglass was immediately embarrassed by it.
As he pulled back the coverlet and made sure the fire was stoked, all of this with a semi-arousal, she turned her head away and tried not to look.
She’d never seen a naked man in her life so this was all rather sudden and rather shocking.
“Douglass?” Tiberius said. “Are you not going to finish undressing?”
Douglass pushed herself to the end of the bed so she could unfasten the ties on her hose. “I will,” she said, uneasy as she pulled off the hose and carefully folded them. “Did… didn’t the tavern keeper say he was sending a meal to us?”
Tiberius nodded, coming to realize now that she wouldn’t look at him. Her modesty made him grin. “He did,” he replied. “The door is unlocked. They can simply let themselves in to leave the food. They will not bother us.”
Douglass gasped, looking at him in horror before realizing he was teasing her. He stood next to the bed, silently laughing at her and she quickly turned her head away.
“You are a devil,” she muttered.
Still grinning, Tiberius went over to the door to make sure it was bolted.
Then, he turned back to his wife, who had already yanked her shift off and was now under the coverlet.
It happened that fast. She was laying there, coverlet pulled up to her neck, staring at the ceiling, and he could no longer hold back the laughter.
“Douglass,” he said softly, in that sweet purring voice he was so capable of. “Look at me, sweetheart. There is nothing to be ashamed over.”
Douglass didn’t move. She remained focused on the ceiling. “I know,” she said, forcing her bravery. “It is just that I have never seen a… a nude man before.”
“And you will not ever see one if you do not turn to look at me,” he said. “If you do not look at me, it will severely damage my confidence. Aren’t I worth looking at?”
She turned to him, then, although it was slowly. She kept her eyes fixed on his face. “You are handsome and charming and lovely,” she said. “I am sure I will come to like seeing you in the nude.”
He shrugged and moved to the bed, tossing back the coverlet and climbing onto the mattress beside her.
“You had better,” he said, snuggling his naked body up against her naked body.
“Because I go without clothes every chance I get. I will do it more if I realize it embarrasses you so the sooner you get used to it, the better.”
Douglass looked at him, laughing softly. “You really are a devil, Ty,” she said. “But you are my devil.”
Lust such as he had never known filled Tiberius’ veins as he looked at her. “Aye,” he whispered, cupping her face in one big hand and kissing her cheek gently. “I am your devil and yours alone. You will always be my forever, Douglass. Remember that.”
Douglass couldn’t even speak. His mouth claimed hers once again and this time, she gave herself over to him completely. His big, warm body covered her, his weight bearing down on her, but she hardly cared. He was with her, on her, the way it was always meant to be. She was eager to know all of it.
Tiberius didn’t keep her waiting. As his lips feasted on hers, a big hand closed gently over a breast, feeling the silken texture against his palm.
The action startled Douglass but she didn’t pull away from him.
She even came to like it when he began tugging at her nipple, toying with the hard, little pellet, and when his mouth left hers and began nursing against that nipple, she gasped in both surprise and ecstasy.
Every suckle sent bolts of excitement shooting through her body and between her legs, a flame ignited that she’d never known before.
It was something that sent her pelvis rocking, thrusting and twisting slowly, seeking a satisfaction that she had never experienced.
Tiberius could feel her squirming and he knew exactly what she needed.
As he worked her breasts hungrily, his fingers sought out the red curls between her legs.
She was already wet and swollen down there, her body preparing itself for his entry, and he pushed a finger into her tight, wet passage, slowly moving in and out of her, mimicking the thrusting that would soon be taking place.
Douglass groaned and opened her legs to him, instinctively, and Tiberius could wait no longer.
Carefully, he positioned his heavy phallus at her threshold, pushing into her slick and waiting body.
He was so big that Douglass gasped with the shock of his sensual intrusion, wriggling her hips as she tried to fight him off, tried to ease the sting of possession.
But a sting was all it was as he thrust again, breaking her maiden’s barrier, claiming this woman for his wife as he’d never claimed another.
She was his now, body and soul, and he would die before relinquishing her.
She belonged to him, forever.
Carefully, he began to thrust, his arms going around her as he gathered her up tightly against him, her chest to his, the feel of her soft breasts against his flesh feeding his lust. Beneath him, Douglass groaned and gasped at the new sensations, her legs opening wider for him, begging him to plunge deeper, as her nails dug crescent-shaped wounds into his shoulders.
Whether or not she consciously realized it, her body was responding to his, the primal mating ritual taking hold between them.
Tiberius had never experienced anything so sweet in his entire life.
His body pounded into hers and she accepted him, all of him, and began moving with him, her pelvis thrusting up against his.
It was purely magical, his manhood burying itself in her wet folds as her body tried to coax forth his seed.
The de Shera seed that would grow within her, producing a proud de Shera son.
She wanted it. She wanted all of it. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his buttocks as if to force him to give up his seed.
She squeezed his smooth buttocks and Tiberius surrendered without a fight.
His hot, thick seed exploded into her womb and Douglass felt him shudder as he released.
He kept moving within her, however, his hand moving to the junction between her legs, stroking her until she, too, experienced her release.
Gasping as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, Douglass had little idea what had just happened.
All she knew was that Tiberius had worked magic on her.
As the ripples of pleasure died down, Tiberius remained buried in her, kissing her gently, showing her without words of his love for her.
A woman he had fought for, and won, was now his wife and come what may, he would never leave her side.
He adored her more than words could express and the power of this moment, where the two became one, had overwhelmed him.
He’d never been overwhelmed like this before.
The food came later and the servant knocked and knocked but received no answer.
Finally, he was forced to go away as Tiberius and Douglass slept deeply in each other’s arms, the moment of a love finally achieved having enveloped and sated them both.
There was no need for food at the moment.
They were content where they were, sleeping with the one who loved them best, each with the other.
For the first time in his life, The Thunder Knight finally knew what it was like to finally be a man.
*
Isenhall
The sun was fairly warm this day as Maximus and Gallus stood in the bailey, watching a scene they never thought they’d see.
To the side of the gatehouse where the knights and soldiers often trained in the soft, dark earth, Stefan was mock sword fighting Cassius as Scott and Troy stood by, offering instruction and encouragement to Cassius.
The lad was uncertain with the feel of a sword in his hand.
He much preferred a smithy’s hammer, but Scott and Troy were being very patient with him as Stefan pretended to fight him.
It’s all about the weight of the weapon, young de Shera, Scott would say.
Use the weight to your advantage. Be one with the sword, boy.
Well, Cassius was surely trying to be one with the sword but almost three weeks after his arrival at Isenhall and only a few days after meeting his father, he still wasn’t sure he was cut out to be a knight.
It all seemed rather complicated to him.