Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are of legal age for the acts described. Characters who's age is not explicitly stated in the story are at least 18 years old. This is my first erotic story I've attempted to publish, so comments and feedback are appreciated.
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Thunder crashed outside and rain pelted the thin straw roof of a quiet homestead. Water dripped through cracks in the ceiling into a pot set out to collect it. Wind howled outside, screaming as it blew against the thin walls of the ramshackle building. A shoddy wooden gate rattled against its post, blowing open before slamming violently back into place. A rhythmic thumping mingled with the symphony of sounds accompanied by a deep moan and faint scream that emanated from the thinly shuttered window of the cabin.
Within the humble cottage, a mountainous woodsman laid atop his new bride. His huge cock thrust hungrily into his wife's tight pussy. Her titanic tits were crushed beneath the weight of his hard stomach, her mouth hung open in breathless amazement as she was passionately fucked by her gargantuan man. Her screaming orgasm echoed out from the closed window, only to be lost in the raging storm.
Earlier that day.
John was a large stoic man of few words. He was a mountain compared to the other men of the Valley, standing well over 7 feet tall. Muscles from years of forestry and hard work filled his tight woolen shirt. His arms swelled like barrels wrapped in rope, and trunklike legs supported his overdeveloped torso while filling out his pants nicely.
Today he had been married to the fairest maiden in the Valley. Lily was soon to be a maiden no longer, and fair didn't come close to capturing her beauty in words. Her voice was a breeze on a summer's day. She had the beauty of a flower that bloomed once a century. Her natural smell was captivating like the ocean from atop a cliff side, and she was now his wife.
For many reasons her sisters were jealous of her, her looks, the attention she received, the freedom her parents gave her as their youngest daughter, and now her husband. When she came of age she knew she was to be married to one of the Valleymen, a fate she had no control over and caused her great anguish when she thought of all the possible disastrous pairings. She could have been married to the Townspeaker, an overweight man of considerable means and concerning temper. She could have been married to the Harbormaster, a hideous old man who smelled of fish and grime. But her parents favored her and sought to pick someone she might like, even if it meant they lost out on a lucrative settlement. They picked John, a reclusive lumberjack that owned a sizable property in the mountains, but no real wealth beyond his looks. Lily's nerves settled slightly the moment her veil was lifted and she beheld her groom for the first time.
John was handsome, and she would learn he was also kind. He had no interest in the grueling politics of Valleyport and tended his forests with care and respect, alone for many years. The couple were wed and tossed into his humble logging cart to begin their first journey home as newlyweds. Gore, John's great ox, tugged the cart up the long winding mountain road that led home. Lily nervously watched the scenery go by, curious to know her husband, but too scared to ask him anything. She would steal glances at his beautiful face, chiseled from hard labor and obscured by thick dark hair, similarly to the rest of his body. She would notice his arms as he held the reins tight, getting flush when the muscles in his forearms would move and ripple as he adjusted them. He wore a thick wool work shirt to their wedding ceremony, one he had unbuttoned now, loosening it, revealing parts of his large chest and dark forest of hair.
They traveled silently for a few hours without reaching their destination before John finally spoke up.
"Storm's comin' in." He said, pointing at the sky behind them.
Lily looked over her shoulder and barely saw a single cloud way off in the distance. All she could tell was that the sun was setting soon, but had no idea how he saw a storm from that. Puzzled, she continued to sit quietly, not wanting their first conversation to be an argument about his false assumptions.
Gore continued to pull their cart as the sun began to set, the sky darkened and the shadows of the forest deepened. Lily was fearful for a moment, to be so deep in the woods with a man she didn't know, but he was her husband now and she had to hope he would protect her.
John reached a large hand into his leather pack at their feet and pulled out a cloth that had been tied into a pouch containing some wild berries and nuts he had brought on the journey. He opened it up and tossed a couple nuts into his mouth before handing Lily the pouch. Up until this moment her nerves had prevented her from noticing how famished she was. She hadn't eaten all day and finally felt the consequences of it. John noticed she didn't eat at the wedding, he also knew they wouldn't be home for another few hours, he thought it would be better for her to eat now before the rain soaked completely through them.
She picked through the pouch and nibbled on the parts she liked.
He then pulled out a huge heavy cloak right as thunder boomed in the distance behind them. Lily jumped at the noise, she hated thunder. Whirling around, she checked the sky behind them to see huge dark storm clouds that had gathered in the time since she last looked. The clouds extended from the horizon to nearly right above them, casting the entire valley into a dark shadow, deepening the already darkening night. Lightning flashed in the distance, striking a point on the far side of the valley, followed quickly by another thunderous boom. She turned back ahead and looked up at her husband. John had draped his large cloak over his shoulders and pulled the thick hood over his head, his dark eyes focused on the road ahead.
Rain began to fall.
John looked over to his wife who sat uncloaked beside him, he realized she didn't have one or it was packed amongst her belongings in the back of the cart. Lily's brushed and styled hair became wet in the heavy rain, laying flat against her face. She was uncomfortable, but too nervous to ask for any help or accommodation.
Yet unfamiliar to his husbandly duties, John thought to offer Lily the only solution he could quickly think of. He unfurled his heavy cloak and held one side open, implying that she could share his cover if only she came close enough to him.
Lily saw the gesture and thought about it for a moment. She was hesitant as he was practically a stranger, but something about him drew her inward, and she wanted to get out of the rain. She scooted against his right side as properly as she could, smoothing her dress in her lap as she settled into him. John's large arm draped around her neck and off her shoulder, holding the cloak over her as much as it could. His strong touch sent electricity through her bones and his manly scent competed against the fresh rain smell to intoxicate her. Her admiration of him was quickly surpassing her nervous fear.
The carriage ride progressed into the night and the storm conditions intensified. The couple were battered by strong wind and heavy rain, the large cloak wrapped around both their shoulders left a sizable gap where it couldn't fully close, allowing them to still get drenched. Lily was soaked and cold, but John was a furnace and his heat fought to warm them both. Lightning crashed and Lily pressed her face into John's side, his arm instinctively released the edge of the cloak to grip her shoulder for comfort, but the cloak was quickly blown open, pelting them both with icy rain and chilling them to the bone.
Fighting to grab their only source of protection, the cloak, John wrestled it back from the wind, thankful he had tied it closed around his neck. With the storming conditions worsening, John's survival instincts kicked in and he took charge. As awkward as she might feel about this, it was the only option to keep them both protected from the worst of the storm. John grabbed Lily's trim waist and hoisted her up into his lap, planting her soft ass right in between his large legs. He then grabbed one edge of the cloak and brought his strong arm to wrap around her front, accidentally propping it into the underside of her hefty bosom, the other arm then came to wrap the rest of the cloak tightly around them.
Lily was in a tight embrace, wrapped like a cocoon, and grateful to feel herself quickly warming back up. She felt awkward to be in the lap of a man she didn't know, but she calmed her prudish nerves with the reminder that this was her husband, and he was trying to protect her.
The ride continued but Lily couldn't see with the cloak securely wrapped up over her head like it was. As the path got rockier, so did the cart. Lily jostled and swayed with the motion of the cart, but John's strong arms kept her without worry. She felt good pressed up against his hard body, he radiated heat like a fire against her backside. His lap was a much more comfortable seat than the hard wooden bench, it was lumpy at times but she found she liked being close to him.
The rain continued to pelt them and wash against the cloak, but somehow couldn't penetrate the thick layer of fabric. They rode on through the forested path until the trees parted revealing a quaint cottage amidst a grassy clearing. The cart pulled to a stop and John stood up taking Lily with him. He opened the cloak slightly to look down at his new wife. Lily turned to face him gazing up into his eyes. She had spent most of the ceremony trying not to look at him out of shy nervousness, she only now realized how he towered over her.
"Are you ready?" He asked, nodding toward the dark cabin.
Lily didn't really know what for, but she nodded. John bent down and hooked a strong arm around her legs, just below her big soft butt. He stood back up and hoisted her into the air, keeping the cloak around her in a protective embrace. He jumped off the cart and swiftly strode through the rain, crossing the distance in just a few powerful strides. With a thunderous boom in the background the door to the cabin flew inward and John stepped through the threshold carrying his bundled bride.
Unfurling the cloak he set her down and wiped the wet hair from her face.
"I'm going back for your things." He said, turning and heading out, shutting the door behind himself.
Lily stood alone in the dark cottage. She looked around and saw sparse decorations, hanging herbs and a leaking roof. This was her home now, she decided she would have to make some changes if she hoped to find a familiar degree of comfort in her new life. She fumbled around in the dark until she found a candle and some matches, which she lit and set on the table.
