As Tara awoke she groaned loudly to herself, twisting her body in the sheets, her legs tangled. Throwing out her arms wide, she yawned and arched back her neck like a cat. Torren her betrothed, was now her husband...As a married woman she smiled to herself, eyes still closed, unaware of the feral gaze trained on her from the arch of the open door way. She was sore, between her legs. Her husband had been riding her like a horse, only a few hours before. She smelt the heady scent of her own sex as she inhaled deeply. His bed smelt differently to hers. Batting her hands uselessly at the risen sun, she mashed her face into his pillow. She wished he had not had to rise so early for his morning drills. It was criminal he had to leave his bride, and she smiled to herself as she thought of how she would berate his commander and friend Jorvais. Unlike Damian, he was a real gentleman. Tara shuddered as memories of an unspoken night, where she was stolen and impaled before them...
"My bride would surely not stay abed the entire day..." Torren smiled as she turned suddenly to him.
"It is you, my husband that does your bride the discourtesy of leaving it." She smiled saucily up at him as he came to her side and then knelt to become eye level with her.
Tara propped herself up on the pillows and rested her head on her arm. She smiled at the affection on his face and traced a hand lovingly over his strong square jaw. "You look tired my love."
"It seems that my presence had not been needed nor expected this morning. Truth be known I have suffered greatly since I was torn from your warmth this morning..." Torrens' face became grave and etched with an emotion Tara could not identify.
"What did they do to you?" Tara suddenly sat up, her eyes filled with fury and concern. "I swear to the Mother, if Jorvais saw you mistreated I will deal him an unspeakable retribution!"
"I am blessed to have a wife who would so readily defend my honour." Torren could not carry on his charade and his mouth quirked at the corner in mirth. Tara narrowed her eyes and hit him with all the force she could muster with a pillow behind her. Torrens eyes blackened, and her stomach clenched. A moment later Torren leapt upon her and had her pinned arms outstretched beneath him.
"I am displeased Wife..." He nuzzled her neck with hot lips, and rasping breaths. "More punishment? So soon?" Tara's voice was barely a whisper. All play had vanished, and only searing lust was left. Torren felt her pulse quickening beneath his exploring tongue, and grinned to himself. His wife was indeed a match for him. He had thought it would take at least a season of induction to his more carnal tastes to have her consent, but it seemed she needed exactly that intensity from him.
He sprang away from her, and then yanked the white bed sheets clean away from her naked form, and then he was upon her once more. Except this time, instead of landing between her parted legs, he easily tossed her onto her front and held her there. Tara groaned wantonly as dawning spread through her mind.
His battle worn hand, rubbed over her upturned backside firmly. Tara didn't dare say a word, she was too excited and nervous to know what to say or do. Torren was fully attired in his uniform. On his legs he wore black leather trousers with prominent seems down the front. He nudged his knee between her legs, and had her spread them wide. Next he reached forward and gently tweaked her dangling nipples playfully. His hand grazed over he exposed tummy and felt the flutter of nervous flesh beneath it. He thought of simply taking her like this. Unfastening his hardening sock and sliding it into her tight wet hole, but instead he observed her silence and compliant position. If he was not mistaken, his new wife was assuming a prone and submissive position for him.
His hand met with the soft warmth of her pert bottom with a sharp smack. Tara let out a surprised yelp, but did not try to move, or buck in resistance. He gave her another one, this time on the other cheek a little harder. The soft keening sound she made sent all the blood in his body straight to his dick, making him lengthen and thicken impossibly. Torren carefully freed his cock, and then began smacking her apple smooth behind with his large calloused palms. The swots, and smacks, and slaps came at indeterminate speeds, and times. Every moment a new smack made contact with her bottom and for a split second his huge hand cupped her bottom, she shook with need. Very soon her behind became heated, but more unexpectedly for her was the sensation of her own juices flowing freely down her legs. Just then he ran a hand down between her thighs. Still he had kept their silent truce, but Tara began to tremble.
"Are you still sore from last night?" He enquired after her welfare.