Rites of the Deepwood

3.

Elsewhere, back in the city...

Giancarlo had cultivated a reputation as a man of taste. As heir to the noble house Guerrero he imported only the finest wines from the elven vineyards, the finest cheeses aged in dwarven caves and the sharpest blades, forged upon orcish anvils. A true cosmopolitan if ever there was one.

And yet, when it came to his sexual appetites, Giancarlo's tastes ran a bit more domestic. Specifically, he was just as pleased with the servant girl who was currently on her knees, head bobbing up and down on his cock, as he would be with one of those elven temple concubines or something equally exotic.

A mouth, he thought, is a mouth.

And this one was, if anything, rather exceptional. The short, plump, brown-haired woman whose name escaped him...

Melinda? Maria...? It doesn't matter.

Well, in any case this was clearly not her first time servicing a cock and it wouldn't be the last if he'd any say on the matter. Giancarlo rested his head on his hands against the wall behind him, closed his eyes and enjoyed himself as the servant girl continued to pleasure him. She rolled her head side to side as she navigated her way up and down the shaft, then a few more quick bobs of her head, then she took hold of the base and licked his tip with the end of her tongue. She then tilted her head sideways and ran her tongue down the side of his shaft before taking one of his testicles into her mouth and sucking it like it was the pit of a ripe peach with the last bit of fruit left upon it.

Giancarlo's breathing breathing got heavy as she sucked and he grinded his wet shaft across her forehead.

"Careful now, darling or I'm going to get cum all up in that pretty hair of yours. You don't want that do you?"

"Is that what you want? To come in my hair?" She asked rather flatly, removing his teste from her mouth, and stroking his shaft slowly.

"I think you'd look pretty as a picture that way but we mustn't. Wouldn't want you to get caught on your way back to the washroom like that. Just swallow me, quickly before I can stand it no longer."

"Very well sir," she replied, and took him in down to the base.

He let out a few quick, panting breaths and just as he felt his orgasm coming on he took hold of the back of her head and leaned into her face as he pumped his load down her throat.

He popped his spent cock out of her mouth, a thin trail of cum and saliva followed, leaving a wet trickle on her chin, which she wiped with her sleeve.

"You performed admirably. Here's a little bonus for you, so that you can buy yourself a nice meal at the tavern on your way home," Giancarlo offered.

The servant girl shook her head, standing up, "I ain't no whore, sir, I just like to keep me young master happy."

"Oh no, don't think of it that way! Just think of it as an exchanging of favors between friends! Unless of course I spoiled your dinner by feeding you dessert first," Giancarlo said, laughing at his own joke

"That's mighty generous of ya, guv, but again, no thank you. A job well done's all the reward I need." She said, as she left.

"Very well then, I shall retire for the evening, er... Marnie?"

"Matilda, guv. It's Matilda."

Later that night...

Matilda made her way down the lamplit cobblestones. She'd stopped at the pub for a quick drink to wash the taste of the young lord's spunk from her palette before making her way home to her husband, Gregor.

She burned with shame for what she had to do just to make ends meet but the price of lumber had been down ever since the Witch of the Wilds was killed last harvest. Without the hazard pay she'd had to take up work washing at the Lord's manor and their children had already been taken into servitude as squires to the Kingsguard in exchange for a roof over all of their heads. Better than the orphanage but still her heart ached.

She swung open the door to the simple two-room shack they called a home.

"My darling!" Gregor smiled broadly and picked her up off her feet, with his strong, chestnut-colored arms and kissed her sweetly and deeply.

He immediately began to disrobe while planting kisses on her face and neck.

She giggled and said, "Just what has gotten into you, husband?" as he undid her apron and started work on her blouse.

Gregor had always been an affectionate, sensuous lover but hard times had dulled the fire in him and their lovemaking had been sporadic at best.

"It is a miracle, Matilda! God has moved the heart of the woodcutter's guildmaster and he has restored all of our pay! With back payment, even! Matilda, we can get the children back!" He said, his voice low, his eyes moist with tears of joy

"That is a miracle indeed! Why would greedy old Master Cuthbert do such a thing?" she asked, her voice a mix of skepticism and awe.

"Does it matter? Our lives are beginning again, my love. We can get the children back... and perhaps make another one while we're at it," he said with a grin.

With that it was as if a wall came down in her mind. She passionately kissed him back as he helped her out of her blouse. She straddled his lap as they both sat topless embracing. His lips and tongue drew lines of sensual calligraphy across her neck and collarbone. He then took both her breasts in his hand and massaged them longingly and pinched her nipples as he twisted them gently.

She let out a pleasurable sigh as he kneaded her breasts and she felt his ample bulge growing and pressing up against her crotch; the very feel of it made her wet.

He took her nipple into his mouth and licked and sucked, gently at first, then hard and hungrily, as if he was trying to fit as much of her bosom he could into his mouth. As he did so, his hands roamed around her body, loving caressing her curves and rolls as she grinded against the bulge in his lap.

"I need your cock, husband," she said, breathily.

"Then you shall have it, my love, he replied.

He set her down on the bed and undid his trousers. She watched with a hunger she had not felt since they first met as teenagers as his thick, erect phallus popped out of his pants, standing fully at attention. She sat up on the side of the bed and pulled him close. She kissed and licked his heaving, muscular stomach, and stroked his cock as she looked up at him.

"I need those beautiful breasts, wife. I want you to do that thing you did, the first night we met," he said, breathing heavily as she stroked him.

Without a word, merely a smirk, she took his cock, spat on it and gave it a few more strokes to get it nice and wet, before adjusting her stance and burying his hot, stiff member in between her breasts and began rubbing them up and down.

"Do you like that, husband?"

"Yes, love."

"Does it make you feel young again?"

"Like a sweaty young laborer, thinking about how lucky I am to be bedding the most beautiful barmaid in the tavern."

"Mmm, good. I remember how you made me feel. Walking in there all covered in sweat and dirt. All I could think about was licking every inch of you clean, before getting you dirty all over again."

"Oh, you are a cruel woman," he said, laughing, "But it seems fair to warn you, that you are the one about to get dirty."

"Do it," Matilda said, "I want to feel your hot seed all over my neck and tits.'

The dirty talk pushed him over the edge as he slung pearly white strands in between her breasts and onto her neck and chin.

"Now don't you look pretty like that," Gregor said, with a lustful smile, looking down at his wife, covered in cum.

He scooped some spunk off her chin with two of his fingers and slid them into her mouth, which she happily accepted.

Amazingly, even as it twitched and continued to trickle with cum, his cock remained fully stiff.

"I believe I am already ready for the next round," he said.

Matilda was amazed by this; she'd never seen him recover so quickly, even as a younger man, but she did not question it. Not at first anyway.

First he climbed onto the bed and took her face to face, kissing her deeply and filling her womb with his seed, possibly even, she mused, the third child he'd said he wanted to make. They'd been careful before not to have him finish inside her. Too much risk of another child they couldn't afford. Another heartbreak they couldn't endure. Not this time, though. By the time he finally reached his release,

As they stopped to catch their breath, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, an almost feral hunger came over Gregor and he said, "Again," kissing her deeply and pulling her into his lap. His cock, still, amazingly fully erect, buried itself to the hilt in her sopping wet pussy with every thrust.

Matilda, by this point, barely had the energy to participate beyond passively holding on to Gregor's shoulders while his cock impaled her over and over again, bringing her to orgasm after body-shaking orgasm. Finally, he came again, no less abundantly, and no less energetically.

"The witch really was telling the truth," Gregor muttered, seemingly to himself.

"What?" Matilda asked, half coherent at this point.

"Nothing, love Again," he said in a deep whisper.

Matilda was too exhausted and too drunk on ecstasy to say anything in response. Every nerve ending in her body demanded respite but some small, animal part of her wanted to see how long she could last.

She said nothing, only nodded, and then he was upon her again, sweat-slick muscles bulging as he picked up her ample form like it was nothing and began fucking her standing up, the against the wall, the face down on the bed, each time her body was rocked with another orgasm and each time her pussy overflowed with another gusher of fresh semen.

Matilda did not remember when she fell asleep, but when she woke up, crusted with dried cum and old sweat, Gregor was gone.