Her hot writhing body and his hard cock got his attention finally. Still, she could see the internal dichotomy that froze him. She knew to go further, embrace him, or move and put his cock in her mouth would provoke him. Therefore, she rolled over under him slowly and crawled forward. She could see through Ein and Rinis’ eyes what he was doing and where his cock was. He remained frozen as she raised her ass up slowly. She brought her knees up under her and spread them to get to the right height.
She swung and dipped her ass into him and he guided his cock onto it. He slid himself over her pussy getting wetter along her crack. He reached down, steadied her, and straightened his cock along her gash. Kaarthen gasped as he pushed into her pussy. She tried pushing back but his hand stopped her. He pulled out to her protesting moans and wiggling thrusts. He raised his cock and started prodding her anus and she froze. A blot of warm saliva fell onto her ring. She could feel him smear it with the spongy head of his cock.
Slowly inch by inch he slid down into her. She could feel his steady heart beat in the pulses of his cock. She could hear the Goddess in its corner of her mind celebrating as he thrust into her ass. With tough strokes he didn’t back off as he claimed her ass. The thought made her pause, that he was claiming her. Long before spoken word, things like this were how bonds were made. Out under the stars, with the smell of new grass and freshly cut earth marking the occasion. Humanity only recently adopted a new bonding ceremony that was fit for the whole family.
The Goddess was quite pleased with this primal ritual. Kaarthen was quite happy with the lack of pain. The groan that Marcos made as he sank into her ass sounded like he was pretty satisfied too.
He thrust her hard pushing himself deep with full strokes. His clawed gauntlet cut into her cheek and hip as he gripped and tugged her back onto his cock. His sweat dripped from his chin to her back.
She was pushed down under the onslaught of his building speed. She rolled to her right but he held her flat and pushed deeper. He moved his feet to the sides of her. As he pushed down her hips he grabbed her head bending her body back. As their movements loosened his sweaty hand he snatched her again at the neck and shoulder with his gauntlet.
The quick biting pain gave Kaarthen a shiver and she came as he pile-drived down into her ass and the grasses below tickled her womanhood.
Marcos squatted over her, holding onto her neck with both hands as he sped to finish. His growling and grunting was turning them both on in the primal way he took her. Finally, with a muted roar he shot his seed into her. It gushed in dozens of spurts, washing over, and flooding her bowels. The Goddess was delighted by this show of maleness and her feminine acceptance of it.
He withdrew and backed off her looking down over her body. Mara crept over out of the shadows and gently spread Kaarthen’s cheeks to drink his cum from her ass.
As she kneeled bent over her, Marcos was drawn to the pucker of her ass. His cock hardened as he looked at the tight little pucker. If he couldn’t kill her, this would be the next closest thing.
He looked around for the others and saw them naked sitting by the fire. Their pussies glistened in the firelight with moisture that slicked their exposed spread crotches and thighs. Despite being the weakest vampires he’d met, and being several hundred years old, their wet pussies were hairless on their nubile bodies. Ein had hips wider than her shoulders, her stomach was tight and flat, her thighs were firm and slightly muscular. The difference between her and Rinis was the brunette had wider shoulders and larger breasts. The breasts were fitting for her small size and teardrop shaped almost large enough to sag.
He looked at them with open hostility in his eyes and turned to the third girl. He ambled forward and grabbed Mara as they looked on. His cock was dripping with his last spending so he lined up and shoved. He jammed half way into her ass in the first thrust. His repeated thrusts did not seem to get him any deeper. He grabbed Mara’s hair snapping her head up and bringing it back. Arching her back, he pushed harder into her.
Marcos rammed into her roughly in jerky thrusts. Under him, he heard the whines and pained sobs he wanted to hear. His cock mercifully slipped out and speared her soaked pussy as he bounced her. He paused and looked at her ass under him. Her red asshole winked and tried to close under him.
He pushed hard into her gushing pussy. Mara squealed as he viciously pumped her and bent her back into him. For what felt like hours, he violated her. He didn’t care what pleasure she could irk from him. He didn’t care how tight she squeezed, or how wet her pussy gushed for him. For what felt like hours he didn’t care. She was a piece of fuck meat, a cock puppet, a little fuckpet. He didn’t care how she tensed under him again after countless other times and went completely limp. Her face dragged on the ground and her arms splayed as he pulled her petite frame onto him. He felt his climax approaching and pulled her off. Grabbing her hips, he skewered her ass again, and shot his seed into her.
He pushing her away, he stood up. Kaarthen was sitting up and watching. Mara was still cumming, laying face down, panting, and twitching on the ground.
He walked over to the fire, took his tongs, and removed the hot horseshoe. Kaarthen watched as he walked over and imperceptibly paused as he passed Mara’s limp form.
He went back to the repair of the horse, hammering and filing into the night.
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The next morning he awoke early, he figured they would reach Mavvus that day despite the set back. Nobody was sore despite the late night. One of the benefits of immortality, if they had it, it would work after a good restful sleep. They set off toward Mavvus and it wasn’t until the sun started to go down that Marcos gave up on the idea of making it into the city. Dejected, he stopped them in an inn quite late after the sun went down.
He joined them this time for food in a private dining area. The innkeeper himself served them. Marcos ignored everyone and ate quickly before leaving. The women watched and ate much slower. Kaarthen was in unfamiliar territory and that feeling pushed her to seek closeness to him. After getting set for bed and bathing she took a robe from the room. She left the others to fight over the cooling bath water and made her way to Marcos suite. She felt the Goddess push open the lock for her and she confidently opened the door.
Marcos sat on a bench at the foot of a larger bed then she shared in her room. A fire burned to her left in wide fireplace behind an ornate fire screen. A rug was in front of the fire and ended at Marcos’ feet to her right. Behind Marcos, at the head of the bed were lamps light sitting on end tables lighting the room.
Marcos sat with both hands over the butt of his curved specialty sword looking at his feet. His robe and the top half of his armor was off and on the bed with his straight sword. His boots were next to him. She knew, he knew, she was there. She thought he knew she was naked under the robe too.
Before either could speak, a knock at the door dragged their attention. She opened it and a pair of servers entered one large and old, the other was quick and mousy. The two brought in and set up a tub on the rug, quickly filled it with buckets of hot water from a hidden valve near the fireplace, dumped in two buckets of cold water, placed a tray of scented oils and scrubs across the top, and left with a wordless curtsy.
With a resigned sigh Marcos stood, removed his pants, and with uncharacteristic daintiness he toed the water before easing in. He settled and leaned back relaxing in the water. He closed his eyes and soaked, finally stirring and placing a wet towel over his eyes.
“So tell me.” He said quietly. “Are you happy?”
Kaarthen paused at the question. Inside her corner of Kaarthen’s mind the Goddess was rattled. She walked over to him and knelt with her fingertips in the near scalding water.
“I never asked to be sure why, but you suddenly treated me with warmth.” Marcos said. “I want to know why you haven’t protested being my Companion.”
“The Goddess made me love you.” Kaarthen said blushing.
Marcos snorted. “Love? She is not the goddess of love. Long ago, she told me how death easily conquers love.” Marcos said dismissively. “She meant it. The campaign against that god was very quick.”
Kaarthen continued undeterred. “She made me love you by burning my heart with emotion every time I saw you or was near. The sex did the rest. I know. I didn’t know love before, since Amazons are condescending about those things. I thought it impossible to have love with a man. The stories of it weren’t ever explained.” Kaarthen said. Unbidden she picked up the soap and wet her hands. She leaned forward grabbing the scrub and started on his shoulders.
“You don’t have to do this.” Marcos said gratefully.
Kaarthen smirked as she continued. Using her hands and the scrub over his entire body, she massaged and washed him. When she finished she looked down at him in triumph. He was floating himself, with his hard cock sticking ten inches up out of the water.
“Come to bed Marcos.” She said standing. Her robe opened and exposed her from neck to toe. Her nipples were crescents that peaked out the sides. She pulled a towel from a drying rack to the side. She wrapped it around his waist as he stood.
As he stood out of the tub, she fluffed and dried him, and replaced the towel. He moved to the bed and cleared it. Kaarthen climbed up on the other side with massage oil. He lay back next to her and allowed her to rub him down.
She neglected his aching cock. He silently protested trying to tug her hands down onto his cock.
Finally, he rolled atop her, pushed her down, and spread her legs. He pointed his cock at her center before placing his hands on her knees and shoving into her. He fucked down into her, rolling her knees back into the bed and raising her ass into him as he thrust. Her hot wet pussy convulsed around him as her body affirmed its bonds to him. Kaarthen felt him climax through the waves of pleasure she was floating on. She gushed and clamped tightly along his cock as he shot his seed into her. With actual tears of overwhelming emotion in her eyes, she rolled over and allowed him to lie next to her.
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