The Tournament by Scarlett Vora Page B

tingled.  
    "Almost there," said the fat cook, radiating heat. "Just a little more."  
    He pinched her nipples again. Ruby cried out and her cunt gave a throb. The fat cook began to fuck her, and even his gentlest strokes made Ruby gasp with pain. Her hipbones ached. She wondered that her cunt hadn't bled.  
    But she liked the stretched, full feeling of a giant cock, and the barrage of spanking, the cook's slaps and pinches, left her deliciously hot and sensitive. Giving herself up to the experience, Ruby snuck her hand between her legs and made herself come.
    "Good cunt," said the cook when he was done, breathing deep as he lowered himself onto the bench next to her. "Absolutely prime."  
    "I'll get her cleaned up," said a handsome groom, taking her arm. "I've got hot water waiting in the stables."  
    He washed her with a rough cloth and a pail of warm soapy water. "Feels good to be clean, doesn't it?" He hummed a little tune, his cock rising as he touched her breasts. "I'll take good care of you, sugar."  
    He dried her off with a soft towel and pushed her back against a bale of sweet-smelling hay. "Riding horses gives grooms an excellent sense of rhythm." He spread a gout of oil on his cock and presented it to her. "I can show you."  
    "Oh, please." Ruby hooked one leg over his hip, opening herself to him. "Look at that cock. I want it. Show me how good you are."
    He penetrated her swiftly, in the dim stables with hay prickling her back and filling her nose, hooking one arm around her thigh to keep it high. "Take it," he whispered, sucking her neck. "Gonna hit you just right. Gonna make you come. You feel that?"  
    Ruby shivered. His cock was curved, and each time he penetrated her it rubbed her on the inside, in that spot that made her weep and melt. She grabbed his ass as it flexed, tight and hard, a perfect handful. "I want you to make me come. Oh, please."  
    He ground into her, swiveling his hips. "You like that?"  
    "You're so good," Ruby whimpered. "The way you move."
    "I feel that little tremble," he said, as she arched into his thrusts. "Don't try to hide it."  
    Ruby threw her head back. "I'm so close."  
    The orgasm was deep and gentle, blossoming out to her skin from deep inside of her.  
    "That's right." He groaned as she sagged into him, fucking her hard. "That hot cunt of yours is gripping me so tight."
    He dropped his forehead onto her shoulder as the shudders of his own orgasm stopped. His hair tickled Ruby's chin and jaw as he panted for breath.  
    And then his cock twitched inside of her.
    "I think I'm getting hard again," he said, a catch in his voice.  
    Ruby gave the prickly hair at his nape a light scratch.
    "I am." He moved his hips in a tiny thrust. His cock really was growing bigger. "I'm going to fuck you again. Right now."  
    "I'm so tired." Ruby let her eyelids droop. "I don't know if I can take it."  
    "You have to." He hitched her leg higher up around his hip and ground into her, rotating his hips. "Because I'm already in you and I'm not going to stop."  
    "What if I scream?" Ruby tilted her hips to give him just the right angle.
    The groom covered her mouth with his palm and fucked her in the dim, empty stable. His cock was bigger and harder than the first time, and he pumped into her in short, hard thrusts.
    Ruby tossed her head, making her red hair fly, and moaned piteously.
    "I'll stop when I've had enough," said the groom. "Do you feel that? How hard I am for you?"  
    Ruby bit his palm and sent him over the edge. The groom pressed into her as he came, flattening her breasts against his chest, fingers digging deep into her ass.  
    Ruby sighed, content, but the groom pulled out and stumbled away.  
    "I'm so sorry." He hid his face, covering it with his hands. "I am so sorry."  
    Ruby wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling his back against her chest. Semen dribbled down her thighs. "Shh," she soothed. "I was willing."  
    "No." The groom dropped down on his knees,