The Shrinemaiden (The Maidens) (12 page)

This went on for several days, until the captain finally decided that she was ready.

She was on her knees before him that day, with the butt plug inside her as she greedily devoured the captain’s cock. Her oral skills had increased tenfold during the last few days. It was one of her favorite things to do to pleasure the captain, and she loved the way he groaned as she slid his cock past her lips, sucking hard and learning to deepthroat him expertly. He would fuck her face harder when he grew close, until he came and she swallowed his thick jism down her throat, loving the salty taste.

She leaned back, his softening cock withdrawing from her mouth with a pop, her tongue licking up what traces of him that was still on her lips, when he reached down and slowly removed the plug from inside her. Adelai was by then so used to it, that the sudden gaping emptiness as her clenching hole gave up its prize, felt almost alien.

“Bend over the bed.” The captain whispered, his voice still harsh with need. Already his cock was stirring back to life.

Obedient, Adelai glided toward the side of the four poster, bending her hips to display her enticing backside to her master, knowing with a thrill what was going to happen next. He was going to take the last virginity she had left, and it felt somehow fitting that he was the man to take her and stake such a claim on her, of having firsts right to every part of her, of being taken by him in every way imaginable.

She heard the clink of a bottle, the sudden smell of lavender, and then his finger was sliding in to the knuckle inside her ass, slick with the fragrant oil. He opened her up slowly, with another finger, and then with yet another, until he was buggering her quickly with those three digits, moving back and forth in that slow sinuous way that she knew he would be repeating again with something much bigger. Adelai sighed in pleasure, lifting herself up in time to his strokes, her pussy clenching in anticipation and pooling liquid down her thighs. His fingers withdrew and his hand found her hips, holding her steady as he guided his large cock into her tight hole. Despite her practice with the plug and the exertions of his fingers, he was still so big, and Adelai had to bite back a soft whimper as his shaft pushed past the tight ring guarding that tiny hole, gently pushing in until there were now more than three inches inside her.

“Are you hurt, Adelai?”

She could have wept at the sudden tenderness in his voice, though tempered by need.

“No,” She whispered. “I want you to fuck my ass, master.”

The days spent with him had already taught her many of the things he liked, and she knew he liked it when she talked dirty to him this way. She felt him stiffen and groan at the words, felt him withdraw slightly… and then lunged forward, driving all eight inches back into her with less care and consideration, not stopping until he was fully immersed inside her tightness. Adelai threw her head back and screamed, and all too quickly his hands found her hair, pulling her back so her body was arched before him, awaiting release.

“Yess.” He hissed, still not moving, content for the next several seconds to revel in her tightness, at the way her inner muscles were pulling him, sucking him further inside.

“Beg me to fuck your delectable ass again, Adelai.”

“Please fuck my ass, Master.” She moaned, though with a little less certainty. Now that he was inside her, it felt like he could easily split her apart if he so much as moved. It burned in a strange way, but it was a good burn. The plug had done its job of taking most of the pain, although it still felt uncomfortable. She wanted to push him away, but also wanted him to move and never stop.

“Now, little maiden, that doesn’t sound very sincere.” He sounded almost amused now. Adelai bit her lip when she felt him withdraw, and that sudden unwanted movement made her groan more.

“Fuck my virgin little ass, master! Please, fuck me hard!”

“Much better, pet.” He pulled back again, spread her legs further apart, then pressed back hard into her, his hips smacking into her buttocks with a loud wet sound. He did it again, and again until he was building up a rhythm, and Adelai had no choice but to take his hard pounding, her little hole quivering at every growing assault by his cock.

Adelai cried out at the feeling of being stuffed like never before, at the tightest hole she had. She felt like she wanted to reject the intruding cock, but flashes of unbelievable pleasure accompanied the discomfort. It still hurt, but she welcomed it, at the thought that the captain was laying full possession of her at last with this gesture.

After the first several brutal thrusts the captain slowed down, this time savoring the pleasure of taking his slave’s newly deflowered hole. It was evident in the long full strokes he was making as he ravished her body, her ass having no other choice but to accept his long prick inside it. His length rasped against her inner walls, hitting a spot inside her that made her toes curl in sudden pleasure. He seemed to sense it, shifting the angle of his thrusts so that he could attack it each time. His hand wandered down toward the entrance of Adelai’s sex, teasing the tiny nub there, and rubbing it with his fingers, heightening her lust.

She couldn’t take it anymore, not when he kept on hitting that place inside of her, not when he kept teasing her clit like that. The orgasm rolled over her in waves, the pleasure crashing down on her so suddenly, and so unexpectedly that her voice soon grew hoarse from the strength of her screams. Her muscles clenched even tighter against his cock, and not even the captain’s endurance could take much more of that. As Adelai’s sobbing cries of release filled the room, the captain’s groans served as a heady counterpoint, even as he unloaded what felt like a bucket of cum into her newly abused rectum, pulsing inside her for what felt like hours.

Adelai shuddered through the rest of the aftershocks as she felt her body sinking down onto the mattress. The captain’s weight felt heavy against her, but soon he moved away, his shrinking cock slowly forcing its way out of her body, and Adelai could do little other than moan feebly. She felt him lift her up, gathering her in his arms and gently laying her out at a more comfortable position on the bed before joining her there. She spooned sleepily against his chest, exhausted, feeling his warm hands caressing her face, and felt his thick liquid spilling out from her.

“You have a beautiful ass, little maiden.” He murmured, kissing her shoulder. “I am going to be using it more often from now on.”

Over the next few days, he proved to be true to his word.

There were other kinks he soon introduced her to. While she had never pegged the captain to be one who strayed too far into sexual deviancy, and suspected that this had more to do with his agreement with the high priestess over her training than anything else, Thornton still seemed at home with most of the toys spread out on those many tables, and his considerable skill filled her with thrilled foreboding.

He had given her a day’s reprieve from their rough sexual excess, which still meant that the better part of the day was spent with slower, more heartfelt lovemaking. That Thornton could also be a gentle lover as much as he could be a demanding one, oddly enough, was just as alluring - and at times even more torturous than Adelai expected. To have him thrust into her slowly and leisurely like he had all the time in the world, even as Adelai fought hard to curb her mounting frustration at his pace, until she finally shattered into orgasm after what felt like hours, was sometimes even more exhausting than when he was taking her hard and fast.

The candles had been one of the first toys he used on her. To think that such an innocent device could excite the most exquisite of agonies was maddening. He had bound and trussed her on the bed, and then watched her, smiling, as he dripped candle wax on her breasts and thighs, until she was all but begging him to put an end to her torture, and still he wouldn’t let up until the candle had burned down an inch. After every session he was quick to bring her to another soul-wrenching orgasm with his mouth and his hands, his fingers buried deeply inside her even as he carefully tongued an orgasm out from her.

At another time, he had pushed another long wooden cock into her pussy, and then added the anal plug in for good measure. He had sat back and watched her squirm for nearly an hour, occasionally moving the phallus in and out of her, but never enough to induce her to climax. When he finally pulled out the plug she thought she might faint from relief that the session was finally at an end - only to moan again in despair when he replaced the plug with another phallus, as equally long and thick, into her already sore asshole. Finally taking pity on her, he had divested her of both cocks and rewarded her with his own, taking both her pussy and her ass in equal measures, until they both collapsed, sated at last.

He had even made use of the long hook on the ceiling, using rope to bind her hands and hang her upon it so that her feet dangled inches off the ground, a small wooden swing she was draped over the only reprieve from feeling the strain the position would have caused. He had fucked her hard in this position too, and the combined arousal and feeling of helplessness had been such a turn-on that she had cum at least four times before he was satisfied.

It went on for the entire month. Adelai had feared at first that the captain would not give her an opportunity to clean the room, so they need not spend a whole month on dirty and soiled sheets, but it turned out that even this had been anticipated. The small connecting door did lead to the baths, she had discovered, and it in turn also lead to another room similar in appearance to the one they stayed in, almost down to the toys on the identical tables. Every few days a knock would sound at their door, and a voice from outside would announce the need to change the sheets. The captain had obviously been briefed regarding what to do, for he would roll out of bed and help her to her feet, bringing her to the next room beyond the baths. Here they remained for the next several days, and the process is repeated all over again.

The baths were one of the things Adelai was slowly growing fond of. She never bathed alone, for the captain was always with her, soaping her back as an excuse to allow his hands to wander her body. Adelai had once feared that he would grow tired of her, but he never seemed to, exploring her in a way that always made her feel like he was seeing her again for the first time.

She learned to love his body, loved to explore his in turn. Just as it was difficult for Thornton not to touch her, Adelai found it hard to keep her hands from wandering to his strong chest, his muscular abdomen, and especially his hard, throbbing shaft. She was straddling him now, doing nothing more than kiss him. Their hunger had been sated over an hour ago, and both were content with light foreplay - although, knowing her captain, Adelai knew that could change quickly enough.

For now, she was focused on exploring him, on seeking to memorize every inch of his body. She already knew the places he liked her to touch, could by now gauge the extent of his desires and know where her hands could bring him the greatest pleasures. She knew of the sensitive spot behind his ear, at his throat. Pulling at his hair whenever she achieved climax excited him further, or that while he loved to fuck her from behind, it also aroused him greatly to have her on top, riding him hard.

Her hands asked the questions. Thornton’s body bore numerous scars and war wounds, but they did nothing to detract from the beauty of his physique; rather, they only enhanced it. Her fingers ran over a large purple scar, ugly and intimidating, underneath his collarbone, and she made a small, curious sound.

“The last war with Highrolfe.” Thornton murmured. His eyes were closed, and he was stroking her back, content for now to allow her access to him without retaliation. “Rigged up one of their buildings to cause an explosion, was hit by debris. Sneaky bastards.” Her hands wandered down, this time to touch a long white scar that ran horizontally across his left side. “First wound I received as a soldier. Blindsided by a Corvusican bandit. Stupid mistake on my part.” Next she traced a long jagged scar on his stomach, the skin around it puckered and stretched. “Took a sword meant for Garrant. It was one of the reasons he appointed me captain of his guard. It was early into his rule then; I had no idea….”

He trailed off, but Adelai could guess at the rest. He had taken a sword meant for a cruel king. The extent of his loyalty to the throne must run deep, and it would have taken something tragic and terrible to force him to renounce such devotion now. Not for the first time she wondered how different things might have been, if she and Thornton had met on different terms, rather than a shrinemaiden and a Captain of the Guard on opposing sides of an impending war that neither wanted.

He must have sensed a little of what she was thinking. As usual, there was very little trace of expression on his face, although his eyes were warm. He reached up and grasped her face with his hands, urging her down so he could capture her mouth with his. The kiss was slow and heartfelt, as if he was trying to wipe away her fears and anxiety with that alone. He shifted then, hands now at her hips, the tip of him lodged against the entrance to her sex, holding her immobile there. Adelai found herself whimpering, straining for him, and was granted that wish when he slowly began to enter her from below, her body sighing into his as she sank her full weight down, his cock nestled fully in her depths.

“Move with me.” It didn’t sound like a command at all, more like he was willing to give her full control. Planting her knees on either side of him, she began a slow, steady rhythm as she rode him gently, little moans escaping her lips at the feeling of being constantly filled by his throbbing shaft. Though his hands were on her hips, he made no move to force the pace, content to use them only as leverage as he watched the beautiful maiden on top of him shudder in pleasure.

Their eyes met and locked, neither looking away as she continued her ministrations, sometimes rotating her hips into his, and sometimes rocking back and forth, the position a perfect angle for her tiny sensitive pearl to grind against the base of his turgid cock. It felt good, just as good as all the other times he took her hard and fast, and soon she couldn’t suppress her cries, growing louder as she arched and came, muscles clamping tight around his cock, refusing to let go until he had emptied himself into her in turn, which he did with a low, raspy groan.