A literotic sexstories: Barbarian Conquest Part Three by dale ,
‘I know you are still in some pain but you will recover soon’. ‘Like it or not I am your man now’.
She says nothing, just stares at the wood ceiling.
He begins to rub her, softly stroking her pussy. She tenses a little realizing he will take her again soon. His cock, rock hard again pressing against her bare thigh. He loves the way she feels against it. He moves his hips slowly rubbing her with it.
Turning her face toward him she resists.
Wrapping his powerful left arm and hand around her shoulders he uses his right hand to force her face toward him. ‘You will be kissed and you will return my kiss or I will hurt you again’. ‘If you want pain and force you shall have it’.
Her eyes flare fire and she spits in his face.
Without even wiping her spittle away he grabs her hair, pulls her head back and around brutally and using his right hand to pin her kisses her hard, making her lips hurt against her teeth.
She kicks and fights but she is a child in size compared to him and he pins her easily. He kisses her over and over until she submits but crying softly, knowing to fight him is useless.
Now he enjoys her. She is tangled and a bit bruised but she is of what men’s dreams are made. Soon she accepts his kisses though she does not return them.
Forcing her mouth open, rubbing her teeth with his tongue he stops and tells her to kiss him back. She shakes her head no so he grabs her hair in his left fist, her full right breast in his right and hurts her badly by pulling hard on her hair and pinching the soft white skin under her breast and arm. She withers in pain for a moment before begging him to stop. When she says she will return his kiss he tests her. Not the response of a passionate lover but it will do for now he decides.
Long passionate kisses, loving her breasts, rubbing her pussy. He makes her kiss him over and over. Then he shifts up and presents her his hard cock to be sucked and licked again.
Straddling her, he insists her beautiful mouth take him, lick him. He is sure she would gladly satisfy him this way but that is not his intention.
Looking down at her he guides her. Taking his cock out of her mouth, rubbing it on her nose and cheeks, telling her to kiss it, love it as if she adores it. It is the only reason she still lives, the only reason she will not be tossed out the door naked to be used and used by the barbarian horde readying itself for the next battle, the next conquest.
Now back in her mouth. Feeling his cum boil. Wanting to fuck her again now.
Slowly taking it from her lips, smiling as he eases down between her legs. No resistance now, total submission to him. She even opens and raises her long smooth legs to accept him between them.
It touches him that she is now his. He is gentle as he positions his cock at her swollen lips and pushes into her slowly letting her stretch and accept him with less pain.
He can see it hurts then like a gush her fluids wet them and he buries his dick balls deep in her. He can see the relief sweep into her face as the wetness takes all the pain away.
He starts to stroke in and out of her slowly. She is so good, so beautiful under him he thinks he will love her even if she does not love him in return. She turns her face away but when he kisses her cheek she moves her face back to allow his lips to find hers for a long tender yet passionate kiss. Her body is responding perhaps against her will and he feels her pussy love his dick just a little. Just a tiny upward movement to meet his thrust.
Her beauty is too much, the thought that she is enjoying him too wonderful. He spurts his seed into her while trying to stay gentle and fuck her deep but slow while he fills her completely with cum.
Spent he rolls off to her right side holding himself inside her. She looks away from his eyes perhaps in shame for enjoying him. ‘You are of what men’s dreams are made my Lady’. ‘I own you, possess you but I will honor you with my heart and my name’.
She looks at him. Her eyes hard again and says nothing. There really is nothing she can say. His words are true. She is his to do with as he pleases. She has not yet faced the reality that his man, this brutal barbarian will be her husband and the father of her children. That he will make her a queen is not displeasing but she also hopes someone puts an arrow through him or hacks his head off in the next battle.
Rising from the bed, keeping an eye on her he bellows out the chamber door. Men hurry to him and he tells them to find the Lady’s servants and her clothing. Prepare food and drink. The Chieftain will take her as his wife this very afternoon.
He dresses and arms himself as he waits for the servant women to be brought to the chamber. She has covered herself with the bedding and lays there looking at him. She looks away whenever he looks at her.
A knock. Two older women are ushered inside. They look like they have been spared the rape and brutality because of their age and the availability of younger more tender morsels for the victors.
Before he can speak his wishes to them another female is roughly tossed into the room. This one young and very beautiful also. A green eyed redhead. His Carl telling him in the Gaelic that this one was found hiding and has not been used either. The old women giving her away in hope of saving their lives till they were told they were only being taken to wait upon their mistress.
Startling the women when he speaks in their native French he tells them he wants their lady bathed, fed and well dressed. On forfeiture of their lives she must not escape or harm herself. She will be wed this day and dying is the best thing that could happen to them if she is not well looked after.
Before he leaves he studies the pretty redhead. His mind thinking over what it would be like to take her also, make her do some things she has never even thought of. Though he may love the one he will always take a woman as he pleases. It is a man’s world and he is planning to be the world’s master.
Leaving the women to tend to their mistress he goes down the steps and immediately calls his leaders into council while he eats. The plan of attack against the next fortress is planned in minute detail though it is very likely when he presents his demands as the husband of their Duchess they will open their gates willingly to him. If this be so then they must plan where and how they will winter before invading France in the spring. A hopeful given that they will not be attacked themselves as the upheaval will be tempting to several powerful rulers. Yet the war season is near at end for the year.
Returning to the bed chamber he finds her dressed and looking breathtaking. He has forced the only living priest to come with him and in a short, very curt ceremony he weds the young noblewoman. She stoic the whole time. She can do nothing about it. Even if she denied him, protested joining with him, she as a woman has no rights in these matters. She and all she has are his. She is merely the property of her husband now.
He wonders if his seed has taken root within her. Likely not. This will require frequent plantings to insure she carries their heir and he must not take the redhead yet. It would complicate things to have two children born of his loins. The redhead’s might cause an uprising at some point. Still he lusts for her. Wants to see how good she does look under that baggy soiled gown.
Handing all his weapons and armor to his aid he tells the two older women that they may leave.
The pretty redhead starts to go with them but he tells her she will serve her mistress this night. She looks frightened. She thinks he may force her and she is close to being right. He has no qualms about fucking her right there in front of his new wife but will not. He will enjoy them both though. They are such a wonderful contrast and he has some ideas he wants to explore.
Without warning he drops his tunic to the floor and goes to the bathtub that they bathed her in. The redhead averts her eyes from his naked body. His wife watches almost absently. She has seen him before and knows she will again soon. She sits by the barred window and looks out lost in her thoughts.
He asks the redhead, ‘What is your name woman’?
She looks at her mistress, trembles and in a hesitant voice, ‘I am Adeline Le Croix my lord’.
‘How old are you Adeline’?
‘I am 16 my lord’.
‘Help my wife undress’. ‘She will join me and bath me’.
She looks even more frightened and turning to the Duchess waits for her reaction.
‘Wash yourself you filthy pig’, says Maria of Normandy.
He laughs. ‘I see you still have some fire in your heart wife’. ‘That is a beautiful dress’. ‘Would you like it turned to rags like the first one you wore when I met you’? ‘You know I will and that you are going to do exactly as I say now don’t you Maria’.
His blue/green eyes bore into her face. He knows that she knows he is not jesting. If he must get up only Satan knows what he will do. For sure it will be painful and degrading for her if she does not comply so she stands and signs for Adeline to assist her.
He gets bone hard watching her undress. Each part of her divine to the eye as it is uncovered. She still has spirit and stands proudly once she is completely naked. Her breasts heaving slightly from the tension of his presence.
‘Come, get in with me’. ‘We have all the towels and time in the world and I want to feel your hands on me, feel your loving touch’. He mocks her, toying with her and testing her degree of obedience to him.
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