Dark Feather: A Dark Post Apocalyptic Romance (13 page)

“Did the thought of my wrath even make you falter?” he asked while squeezing a cheek of my ass so hard, I whimpered in pain.

“No, sir. I did not fear you. I thought about the punishment and was prepared to take it in order to poison the camp. In my eyes, it would have been worth it.”

“Worth the punishment?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well then, it is my job right now to make sure you
learn
to fear a true punishment from me.” He swatted my bottom hard with his hand and then swatted me again even harder. “After this is over, you will most certainly fear my wrath if you are ever so foolish as to earn another.”

I moaned in response and gripped the fur in anticipation of a punishment that was far from over.

“You will never cause me such agonizing fear again. You are mine, and are no longer allowed to make decisions that could affect us both without my involvement. You are mine!”

Instantly, fire erupted on my exposed bottom once again. Over and over, the lash came crashing down. Each whip of the leather against my upturned ass made cry out. I didn’t hold back at all, and could not care less that all the soldiers could hear my cries. They knew Rigby was not a man to cross, and they all knew I belonged to him. I’m sure it didn’t surprise them one bit that Rigby exuded dominance in all ways.

I thought the first round of my spanking had been awful, but nothing compared to the severity of the whipping I was receiving now. Each strike of the leather had me flinching and writhing in pain. It burned, it throbbed, it stung, and I could do nothing more than helplessly lie there and take it. And when I foolishly kicked up my legs, trying to fight off the foray of blows, I was rewarded with the belt whipping my legs back down into submission.

“Rigby! No more,” I begged. “It hurts! I can’t!”

As if I were mute, and my cries could not be heard, Rigby continued. Every single inch of my ass had met with the leather of the belt repeatedly.

Thirty lashes.

Forty.

I lost count.

“Rigby! No more! I beg you! No more!” My pain was uncontrollable and a sense of panic set in that I would indeed die from the pain erupting on my rear. And yet, Rigby continued.

“Do you fear my punishment now?” He brought the leather down even harder.

“Yes! Oh! Yes! I will never do something to deserve this again! I swear! Please…”

“Will you think of me? Think of how I would feel? Will you take pause enough and remember this day before you ever make a rash decision again? Will you fear my wrath now if you ever earn a punishment of this nature?”

Tears cascaded from my eyes, and I thickly uttered my tearful apology. “Yes, sir. I understand. I-I won’t put you through that again. I let my foolish pride get in the way of reason. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I…”

The punishment ended abruptly, and I felt his arms take hold of me. He guided me up effortlessly, placed me in his lap, and kissed away the tears that glazed my cheeks as I hiccupped and winced against the pain.

“I hope to never have to take you to task in such a way again,” he whispered, stroking my hair as I cuddled into his neck. “I know I was hard on you.” He kissed the top of my head. “I had no choice. I had to make sure you would never do this again. I needed to make sure that the next time your impulsive nature takes over, you will at least take pause.”

“It hurt,” I whimpered as I continued to cry.

“And it pains me that I had to do that. But, Tudor, I was so scared. I was terrified that I would never get to see you again, and I swore that if I did get to see you again, I would tame the wild beast in you to ensure I would never lose you again. I would make damn sure you would never try to sacrifice yourself again.”

I pulled away and looked into his eyes that were glistening with tears. The pain on his face stabbed my heart and caused more pain than the hot throbbing on my ass.

“I was scared, too. I have never felt fear before. But when it dawned on me that I wouldn’t see you again, I actually felt fear for the first time in my life.” I sniffled and still shook from all the sobs that took over my body. “I don’t ever want to feel that fear again.”

“I love you, Tudor. God, if you only could feel how much I do.” He held me close and allowed my body to recover some more before asking, “Do you feel I was too harsh on you?”

“Yes, you were harsh,” I mumbled against his chest. My ass sizzled in pain, and I knew I would be feeling the burn for hours if not days to come. “But the worst part is how ashamed I am for letting you down.”

“Release the shame. The discipline has erased all your wrongdoing, and it has set us right again. Please no longer feel ashamed.” He kissed me several more times as he rubbed my back gently. “It’s over. This awful nightmare is over.”

“So you forgive me?” I asked.

“Yes, of course I do. There is nothing you can do, Tudor, that I would not forgive. You are mine, and I am yours. I may have to continue to tame that stubborn and wild streak in you.” He chuckled lightly. “And I will tame you, make no mistake. But I will always forgive, and I will always love.”

I sat there on his lap, my ass burning as hot as the sun, and yet as I regained my composure, I had never felt so loved. I had just been given the whipping of a lifetime, but now the negativity melted away in his arms. The paradox of punishment and love surprised me, but at the same time, pleased me.

He pulled my face away from him so I was looking into his eyes. “I cannot express the power of my love for you. It stabs at my heart like a fucking dagger.” He tightened his arms around me and placed a gentle kiss on my chapped lips. “I cannot stand another day with you not being fully mine.”

“Then make me yours, Rigby. Please,” I begged. “Let us not wait until marriage. We may not live until that day.”

He palmed my pussy and dipped his finger past the folds. Surprised by how a thrashing from Rigby could cause such wetness, I could only moan in delight.

“Your virtue…” Rigby resisted in word, but his hand continued to fondle my sex.

“Yes, my virtue belongs to you. It is my gift I freely give to you.” I didn’t wait for a response but slid from his lap, pulling him up as I frantically removed his clothes in a whirlwind of yanks and pulls before he could change his mind.

“Tudor, I want to make you my bride.” His dark eyes met mine. “I want to be your husband.”

“Yes. In time, we will. But we are on this brutal land for what could be our lifetime. I don’t want to die not knowing what it feels like to have you deep inside of me. What if I had died rather than just been captured? I would have died with virtue, but without the knowledge of the deepest connection.”

He stared in silence as if he were considering my words.

I pressed on. “Tonight may be the only night we have. There may never be another. I can’t bear leaving this world without feeling what it would be like to make love to you. Or worse… if you were to leave me before claiming me fully. I belong to you. My heart is yours and always will be. My soul is yours.” I paused to see if I was getting my point across. “I respect your belief and understand why you feel that way, but you once said that we live in dark times. Don’t you think we have to accept that fact and live for the moment?”

It was as if those words shattered his wall of opposition. He pressed me down to sit on the bed, fire burning in his eyes. Soon, he stood naked before me and pushed his hard cock past my lips. He began to thrust his hips back and forth as he fucked my mouth with vigor. I opened wider, struggling to not gag against the size pressing to the back of my throat. Over and over he pressed.

“Do not close your eyes. Look at me fully,” he commanded.

I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness of his as he continued to possess my mouth.

“If I take you, in my eyes you will be my bride.”

I nodded while I sucked harder.

“The moment my seed fills your pussy, I will be your husband.”

I nodded again.

“Do we agree on my terms?”

I nodded as tears streamed down my face.

He removed his cock from my mouth, lowered me to my back, and lay on top of me. His weight, his closeness, and his heat made my body beg to be taken.

He paused and took a deep breath. Any sign of animalistic desire soon became replaced with a soft and gentle kiss. His tongue danced with mine with the most delicate touch. His hand caressed my face as he slowly gyrated his dick against my moist clit. The tip of his cock made small circles, pulling the sexual need from my body. He kissed his way down to my breasts, sucking on my hard nipple, moaning around the softness. He devoured my flesh with his mouth as if my breast gave him life. The wetness of his tongue circling the nipple caused my body to burn with an even higher state of arousal. An inferno blazed inside my core.

He pulled away and looked into my eyes. A connection formed between our stare that neither of us wanted to break. “I love you,” he whispered.

“As I love you.”

He positioned his body so his hardness rested against my wetness. “Tudor, do you take me to be your husband, swearing to love and honor me for all eternity?”

I swallowed hard before nodding. “I do.” My voice shook slightly.

Rigby kissed me deeply as he pressed the tip of his cock to my virginal entrance, not yet pressing in.

“Do you, Rigby, take me to be your wife, to protect and honor me through the years?” I asked, playing along in his romantic game.

“I do,” Rigby responded, kissing me even deeper. “I now pronounce us, husband and wife,” he declared, his own voice beginning to shake. “May we live long, prosper, and be fruitful in whatever land our journeys take us. You and I are married by my declaration. I have deemed it so under God, in the name of our love. We are now joined for all eternity.” Smiling slightly, he added, “We may now kiss.”

Kissing me again, Rigby pressed his cock into my tight hole in one fluid motion. He paused, a slight look of worry crossing his face before he swept in and pressed his lips firmly against mine. Gently but firmly, he pushed his cock further, breaking the virginal barrier.

I tensed for a moment, taking in the pain of the intrusion. He soothed me with gentle kisses and hushed words. He paused so I could adjust to the size of his girth buried inside me. When the discomfort diminished, I began to move my hips in a silent plea for more.

In and out, Rigby slowly eased his cock past my silky folds. My moans blended with his, just as our passion united. My pussy stretched with each thrust of his hips, sending jolts of electricity to my core. I could feel the orgasm building at a speed that threatened to take my breath away.

“Rigby,” I gasped, clinging to his back with my nails.

He continued to drive deeper and harder, picking up the pace as my orgasm grew nearer.

“Rigby,” I gasped again, arching my back to meet his ramming cock.

The sound of his balls slapping against my wet pussy tantalized my senses. I could smell the musky scent of my arousal. My punished ass moved against the fur, reminding me of my new husband who could most certainly take me in hand. My body radiated with life, and the building orgasm exploded.

Again, not caring who could hear outside the tent, I screamed in wild abandon. Rigby continued to pound his cock into me at a frenzied pace until he too called out my name in a guttural moan. He released his seed in me as my orgasm subsided.

Breathing heavily, we both held each other in silence. United and married by love.

We stepped out of the tent, the soldiers were going about their duties as usual. The sun was just touching the western edge of the icy land, turning the snow pink and lavender with its slowly failing rays. A cool breeze whispered around, promising a new snowstorm for the evening. We had spent the entire day making love, sharing stories of our past, laughing, and for the first time in my entire life, planning and daydreaming about our future. It was our rumbling stomachs that forced us to finally leave our tent, and Rigby decided he wanted all to know of our wonderful news.

As we approached the middle of camp, the men moved apart and nodded their greeting. I slowly moved forward, my nerves heightened. Rigby led the way, his face lighting up as he reached for my hand.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m proud to announce you as my wife,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled, blushing as we stood in the middle of camp.

As silence fell around us, Rigby waited for everyone to gather. The soldiers could see he would make an announcement. “I would like to inform my fellow soldiers that I had the honor of making Tudor my wife. Please acknowledge and show her your respect as I know you will. Tonight, we celebrate!”

Ovation rang out amongst the men as Rigby pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes again. “You are even more beautiful today, now that you stand here as my wife,” he whispered, before leaning forward for another kiss. The cheers of the men grew even louder.

Finally pulling back, he turned and stood alongside me, facing the men. Taking my hand, he pulled me close and slid his arm around me. Then, with deliberate care, he led me through the cheering men to accept their wishes for the future.

Rigby and I remained side by side for most of the evening, the only exception being when he would get pulled away by a soldier offering advice when it came to women. As the evening darkened and the stars came out, everyone slowly finished the jovial talk and left to return to their tents, leaving Rigby and me alone in the frosty night.

“This icy land brought us together,” he said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“You are so beautiful in the glow of our love, but I still remember how beautiful you were the first time I saw you.”

I laughed. “I was covered in snow, blood, and my filthy hair was knotted and matted, hardly beautiful for any woman.”

“It was the fire in your eyes and your spirited courage that made you stunning then. It is not looks, but your heart and spirit that make you beautiful to me. I was hooked the minute I saw you.”

“So you had me chained? Naked?” I asked as I playfully shoved him in the arm.

“I had to gain the upper hand somehow. Trust me, your eyes and the way you looked at me were more powerful than any weapon you could have ever used. I was hypnotized.”

I huffed. “Is that why it was so easy for me to kick your ass when you were testing my abilities?” I giggled.

Rigby chuckled. “I let you win.”

“You did not! I surprised you.”

He smiled a large, toothy grin. “All right, you kicked my ass. And yes, you surprised me. I had no idea that such a fighter could be inside such a beautiful woman. I can’t wait to have children with you, for no doubt they will be just as wonderful as you.”

My smile faded and I looked up to the starry sky. “We can’t have children. I’m mutated, remember?” The thought of never being able to have his children broke my heart. But this wasn’t a gift I could give him.

“Why the hell not? And don’t ever call yourself a mutant again unless you want another taste of my leather.”

“But I am,” I insisted as tears filled my eyes. “The cDermo-1 runs through my veins and, therefore, would run through any baby’s I brought into this world.”

“So? What is so awful about that?” He reached for my wrist and ran his fingertips along the edges of the feathers softly. “I like your feathers. I don’t like that they were forced upon you, nor the beliefs behind the Penna, but they do serve a good purpose. You never have to worry about freezing to death. You don’t feel the bitter cold as I do.” He brought my wrist to his lips and gently kissed the feathers. “I love that you can give the gift of warmth to our children.”

I started to sob as all the insecurities, all the hate of my body, all the deep disgust of what I thought I was—a mutant—left my body. With Rigby’s simple and honest words, he freed me from a darkness I had carried my entire life. He loved me. He loved every inch of who I was, both inside and out. He allowed me to be strong, and also allowed me to be weak. He loved the blood-stained, dirty soldier just as much as he loved the jeweled and gowned woman. He embraced me. He loved me… a Penna. He loved me… his dark feather.

Rigby led me back to his tent as the stars glinted in the deep indigo vault of the heavens. We walked into his tent, which would now be ours. Gently, he guided me to the bed. I slipped out of my clothing and stood alongside him, completely nude, as he did the same. It was as if we had done this so many times in how natural we were. My body, my soul, and my heart now belonged to him.

Lowering me onto the bed, Rigby reached for my wrist and placed soft kisses along the feathers. When he was done with one wrist, he grabbed my other wrist and kissed there, as well. Mumbling against the kiss, he whispered, “So exotic, so sexy,” he moaned, “my dark feather. Never doubt for one minute how beautiful I feel they make you.”

Still new to the art of making love, I tentatively lowered my hand to his hard cock and stroked it as he licked along the edges of my feathers. He eventually made his way, one delicate kiss at a time, to my pert nipple and took it into his mouth, rolling it along his tongue, and squeezing it between his lips. Arching my back, closing my eyes, I moaned in pleasure, almost forgetting that I had his large cock held firmly in my hand. The silky smoothness of his dick as it flexed in my palm, brought me back to the now.

I wanted him.

I wanted him this very second.

Now.

Rigby continued to suck my breast, then moved to the other to give it equal attention. Lowering his hand to my mound, damp with my own arousal, he dipped a finger to my clit and applied pressure as he roused an overwhelming longing that had me gasping for air. Moving from my clit, he pressed his fingers past my silky folds and pushed one, then two, digits into my sex. I forced my hips up to drive them inside my pussy even deeper. They weren’t enough. I wanted to feel the small bite of pain as his cock stretched me as he claimed what was now his. I wanted to feel him so bad that the hunger changed who I was.

I was an animal.

I was a hunter in search of its prey.

I was a woman who needed to be fucked hard by her man.

Not being able to hold back the fever that scorched me, I begged, “Please, Rigby. Please…”

“Please what?” he asked as he danced his fingers inside of my core. “Say it, Tudor. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I panted, desperately wanting to feel the orgasm that rested just beneath the surface, begging to be set free. But I needed Rigby’s cock to make that happen.

“Say it, Tudor. Say what you really feel.”

“Fuck me!” I blurted out as a moan followed my command. “I want you to fuck me hard, and make me remember the feeling between my legs for days. Make me sting. Make me hurt. Fuck! Fuck me!” I was absolutely desperate at this point as his fingers hit a spot inside my pussy that had me gyrating uncontrollably. I needed more! I needed him so bad that I could have lost my mind in wild thirst for more if he didn’t mount me and take me right then.

Merciful as he was, he did just as I needed. Feeling his weight on top of me, I was soon rewarded when his cock pressed up against my opening, and easily slid in with the aid of my wetness. Wrapping my legs around him, I held on in fear that I would cede complete control over to the lust.

I was so hungry.

I had such a craving and an urge that only he could quench.

And with a forceful shove of his hips, he drove his thick cock all the way in, claiming me completely. Yes, yes, yes… I was his. I was finally his.

In and out, he thrust, deeper and deeper with each one. My moans blended with his as our bodies merged as one. He was my commander, and my body would forever be his to lead, to master, to conquer.

“So fucking good,” he growled as he powered into me, his muscles taut, his eyes glazed over. “Come for me,” he groaned. “Come for me.”

As if I needed the command, like a dutiful soldier, I did just as he ordered. A wave of warmth that had been resting on the cliff since he took my nipple into his mouth finally released. Pure carnality shook through my body as I screamed out his name… my husband’s name. Moaning with each pulsation of decadence that attacked my pussy, I truly melted into an abyss of sexual heaven. With a few more thrusts, Rigby joined in with the pleasurable moans, and he too joined me in our own utopian paradise.

After a few moments of deep breaths on both of our parts, he looked deep into my eyes. “On this day, I make a promise to you. We will end this war in peace. Somehow, some way, we will reclaim our lives in peace. You and I will stop the fight. I am ready for calm. I am ready for stillness. But above all, I am ready for a life with you.”

“And then what?” I asked warmly, as I positioned my body so I could snuggle on his chest. “All we know is war. What will we do if we don’t have to get up and battle every day?”

He pulled me close to him tighter and thought for some time before speaking. “Go back to Danis and have babies. Live a simple life. Somehow figure out how to better survive this harsh land and make it better for the next generation. I want more for our children. But basically I want us to be bored out of our minds.”

I smiled at such a wonderful thought, and felt like I had been lit up from the inside by a ray of sunlight breaking through my internal storm. Wiggling on top of Rigby, I kissed him firmly on the lips. “We will never be bored. Adventure is in our soul, I will not let us become soulless.”

He chuckled. “Life with my warrior will be full of adventure, I have no doubt.”

“You would have it no other way,” I teased, embracing him with my whole body.

Rigby laughed before tumbling me over and pinning me down. Gently, he kissed along my jaw. “You are right; I would have it no other way. I promise you, Tudor. I promise you that we will end this war side by side. But it will end.”

Our perfect bubble popped with the sound of shouts and chaos erupting outside. The sound parted and died away. Footsteps came closer, and the door of the tent was swept aside to reveal a soldier. Rigby and I inhaled sharply as I scrambled to conceal my body.

Rigby stepped forward in fury, trying to block me with his large frame. “How dare you just storm into my tent! Never enter my—”

“Forgive me, sir. But the scout has just arrived and warned that an army of a hundred are marching our way. A surprise attack, no doubt.” The soldier looked down at the ground as I quickly dressed. “The Penna will be here by dawn if we don’t head them off.”

Rigby glanced over at me with regret in his eyes before turning back to the soldier. “Prepare the men,” he ordered.

The night passed in a whirling blur as the army prepared to meet the Penna head on. Dawn came too soon, and the snow turned a shade of rose in the new light. As I exited the tent, Rigby approached me gravely. “Would you stay back if I asked you as your husband, not your commander?”

“Would you ask me to stay back as your best archer and not your wife?”

Rigby frowned. “No.”

I nodded and mounted my snowmobile. “Then I think you know the answer,” I said with a warm and loving smile. I started my engine and gave him a reassuring look, silently promising him that all would be well. “We have a battle to win, my love,” I declared before turning my snowmobile and heading toward the enemy.

Rigby caught up to me on his own machine and grabbed hold of my handles, causing both of us to stop. “I would like a kiss from my bride before we leave.” He swatted the side of my bottom and added, “And I am the commander. I declare when we leave for battle.”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a wink.

I smiled as my heart soared with love. I leaned in and met his lips with mine. Offering a last smile, and a kiss upon his cheek, I turned to make my way toward the battle.

My heart was calm, my mind at peace. I could never have the sweet, gentle life of a wife and mother until this war was over. But I believed that we could end it. We were close. We were so very close. And until the white flag was flown above the equally white landscape, I would fight beside my commander and my husband.