Black Dorn  [submission/punishment/bondage]
about to discover makes this
discomfort more enjoyable." He ceased his caress of her body and
focused on her breasts. He tickled his fingertips across her
nipple. She closed her eyes and sighed.
    "Open your eyes. Look at
yourself. It is not only a man who grows when pleasured. See how
they grow. How firm they become." He leaned over and brushed a kiss
across a nipple. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink
flesh. He slipped her nipple between his teeth, closed his lips
around it, suckling her like a baby. Branwyn’s back arched,
pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths changed from short
and shallow to long deep, contented sighs.
    While he pleasured her
breasts, Malack tenderly stroked her abdomen. His gentle fingers
left goose bumps where they glided across her flesh as his lips
moved down her in a path of little kisses. He did not stop when he
reached her dark brown patch of hair. His hands were insistent as
they pressed her legs apart. He lingered in the scent of her sex
and the heat between her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid
his tongue from her pleasure hole to her clit. He lapped at the
sides then circled her nub.
    Branwyn's body tensed. As
his tongue moved, her pulse surged. Moans escaped her lips while
she instinctively moved her body with each stroke.
    Malack slipped a finger into
her pleasure hole and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his
finger faced upward tickling the inside of her while his thumb made
gentle circles on top of her clit. He inched up the bed and while
continuing to ignite the fires inside her with his hand, he teased
her nipple with his tongue.
    Uncomfortable pressure built
in his loins, he struggled with not entering her. That joy had to
be her master’s, the first entry. He forced himself to focus on
her, away from what his loins were commanding. Guessing her moment
was near; he increased his speed and was rewarded with the first
spasm.
    Her muscles clenched on his
fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed. Sharp fingernails dug
deeper into his shoulders as each wave surged through
her.
    He did not stop his
stroking. He forced her to revel in her pleasure until it subsided.
With a shudder, she relaxed. He slipped out his hand then placed a
gentle kiss on her cheek. She closed her eyes and
smiled.
    He released his manhood. It
had swollen to its peak. He grasped it firmly, and being wet with
her juices, his hand easily slid up and down. He allowed his mind
to wander to thoughts of being inside her. It would be a most
wondrous moment to slip his thick, hot cock into the fiery pleasure
hole between Branwyn's legs. Her heat would pleasure his manhood
better than any well-trained duna.
    A powerful surge shot forth
from him as he released. He pumped harder; savoring every moment.
When his bliss subsided, he snuggled next to the sleeping Branwyn
wrapping his arm over her. In a moment, he was asleep.

     
    Malack's horse nudged his
shoulder. He opened his eyes, patted its nose, yawned and sat up.
His movement awakened Branwyn. She stretched.
    "The sun is soon to set. My
horse wants his feed and bed. He can be very insistent."
    "But I must release you."
She reached for his manhood. "It is my tragor."
    "Tragor?" He walked toward
his horse.
    "But, I thought…your
language confuses me." She stood next to him, placing her hand on
his arm. "I have angered you. Why?"
    "Dress. We must return to
Black Dorn before nightfall. Raiders roam these woods at night. It
would not be safe." He held his voice, busied himself with checking
his horse’s reins. He did not make eye contact. When she was
dressed, Branwyn picked up the wineskin then stood next to his
horse. He lifted her onto it then mounted behind her.
    With a fierce click with his
heels, he urged the animal to charge home. The noise of hooves and
motion of the animal made conversation impossible. He slowed when
they reached the courtyard. Duncan and Leah stood side by
side.
    Branwyn thought she heard
Leah say, "Not again,"

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