Crimson and Steel by Ric Bern

hard. Work-hardened hands fell on her ass, and she could feel it jiggle and shake. His slaps resounded in the cave. Gripping her hips, he thrust himself deeply again and pounded into her pussy with abandon. His weight forced her to grip the furs in her fists and lay flat on her face as she was assaulted from behind.
    Every now and again one of his calloused palms would come crashing down on her full rump, and the pain would shoot like a lightning bolt to her pussy, where it was converted to pure pleasure. Each time she was spanked, her sheath would clench tight on his throbbing cock, and she noted that this encouraged him to continue his assault. She was certain that her ass was covered in bright red handprints and that the kohl she had just applied was smeared. No man had ever made her feel so good about looking like such a mess.
    Asmin reached one of her palms between her thighs and stroked their union, running the soft pads of her fingertips over her clit as well as the meaty cock that had invaded her pussy. Ulf fully sheathed into her and held still so that she could grip his seed sac and roll the heavy, nectar-coated balls in her palm as his cock throbbed inside of her. With that he reached up and gripped her by the hair, taking great handfuls of her thick locks and yanking back like reins on a horse.
    She called out as he forced her back to arch, and again her pussy throbbed and clenched on his cock. Asmin sobbed in pain and writhed in pleasure, her head turning this way and that as he tugged. Her scalp burned in delicious agony. Her pussy tightened and milked his cock, and she tried to touch herself, but she could not reach with her back so bowed. She cried out, completely under his control, so ready for release.
    Ulf pumped into her, suspending her on his cock, jaw clenched. He thrust awkwardly three times, then pulled hard on her hair and felt her nectar flood out in release as he erupted inside of her pussy. She guttered out sobs as he released her hair, and he leaned over her, rocketing ribbons of cum into her womb. His glans pulsed over and over again until he had drained the last bit of his seed into Asmin, and he lay atop her back panting. They rested for long moments in that manner.
    He rolled to his side and pulled Asmin into his embrace, throwing his heavy thigh over her body to bring them as close as possible. Ulf cupped her chin and gently brought his mouth down on hers. His other hand idly played with her hair as he smiled at her and pecked at her face. First he planted a wet kiss between her eyes, then the tip of her nose, her chin, and finally her lips. He supped gently from her for a long while as she snaked her arms around his thick neck.
    Asmin returned his kisses eagerly, her hands roaming his sinewy back and inhaling his musky, wild scent. He smelled of the woods—clean and free.
    “I mussed your makeup.” He smiled softly, stroking his thumb across her cheek to wipe a smudge away.
    “Oh, let me fix it.” She spoke up self-consciously, starting to rise.
    “And let us eat.”
    Asmin went to the creek and washed her face in the chilly water as Ulf tended the cauldron. When she returned she took the turtle shell bowl of rabbit stew he offered and placed her hand in the middle of his chest, urging him to sit. She then sat on his lap and fed him his meal with a homemade wooden spoon, nibbling his lip between bites and teasing him by playing with his hair. Once he was finished she ate what few bites she could as his hands groped all over her and his lips found her secret spot between her shoulder blades.
    “Come, follow me.” Ulf held out his hand. “There is a hot spring.”
    Asmin took his hand and followed him through the woods. Deftly dodging brambles and briars in their susceptible state, Ulf brought her to a clearing. A hot spring gurgled up from the earth and had carved a natural pool where water swirled and aerated. Steam rose from the surface, which was illuminated by the gentle light of