Free Black Dorn [submission/punishment/bondage] by Daryl Devore Page A

pace.
    "St...stop," he gasped. "I
want to release within you."
    She rested her head on his
chest. He calmed his breathing and slowed his heart then opened his
eyes.
    "Soon?"
    "I have been fighting myself
not to take you."
    She lay back on the bed and
spread her legs. "I'm yours, take me my love."
    A shudder rippled through
Malack. His body ached to be inside her, discovering the wonders of
thrusting deep into her pleasure hole.
    He reached between her legs
and slipped two fingers inside her womanhood caressing her, he used
his other hand to rub her clit. "It is an omen of good luck if at
the first time, we release together. But I fear I am going to lose
myself in you." He knelt between her legs and positioned the tip of
his manhood at her glistering opening. As he entered her, he
pressed a passionate, open-mouthed kiss on her mouth.
    As he entered her, she
reacted as if a sharp, sudden pain filled her. She bit his bottom
lip, apparently overwhelmed by his thrusts. His tongue swirled
around hers, as their mouths hungrily kissed. He fought not to
hurry, but with each thrust, he moved closer to release. She
moaned, her eyes closed. Fully opened to him, she bucked her hips
matching his strokes. Reaching around him, she clawed her fingers
up his back.
    His breath became fast and
hard as he thrust. Primal instincts took over. Her cries urged him
as her ankles locked around his back. He unwrapped them and pulled
them up to his shoulders so he could drive deeper into her. Opening
his eyes, he watched as each thrust made her breasts bounce. She
reached out, but could not touch him.
    Each move was a powerful
thrust, deep into her. He wanted this to last a lifetime - if not
forever. The feel of her body wrapped around his manhood filled him
with a lust he could not explain. It, also, drove him to passion
screaming for fulfillment. His pacing increased. She looked so
beautiful lying before him, hair splashed against the pillow, eyes
watching him.
    The urges overwhelmed him
and he slammed into her. The jiggling of her body drove him to
thrust harder and deeper. The bed shook from his furious pace. His
heart pounded. He gasped for breath. Sweat burned his
eyes.
    Her cries of bliss acted
like kindling to the fire in his groin. He would not release. This
must last. His groans filled the room. The fire needed
release.
    "Branwyn!" He gasped. His
chest heaved up and down.
    "Malack?" Her breaths were
matched in speed to his.
    "Surrender. Now! Aah!"
Malack arched his backed and drove into her.
    "Oh, I surrender!" She
clamped down on his manhood.
    He thrust as deeply as he
could, arched, moaned and expelled his seed. His movements slowed
as his body trembled, his pulse calmed and his excitement ebbed.
Lips locked tightly in a kiss, he moved her legs and rolled onto
his back.
    When he opened his eyes,
Branwyn smiled. "I am yours." She placed a soft kiss on his
chest.
    He lifted her hips then
slipped out of her and stretched out on his bed. She settled down
beside him.
     
    * * * *
     
    Awake and energized, Branwyn
realized Malack had dozed off. She slipped out of the bed and
crossed his room to the table. Picking up her goblet, she sipped
its contents as she stared into the fire and relived what had
happened. He had not hurt her. She did not feel torn into two
halves, as Sasha had said. Instead, a calm, serene feeling
enveloped her.
    The fire had faded to
smoldering embers. She stepped closer, picked up a small log and
tossed it in. Sparks flew about, landed on the stones and cooled.
Momentarily, the log caught on fire, and flames began to
dance.
    Turning, she glanced at the
bed. Gon-Dra had not moved. His eyes were closed. A contented look
had settled onto his face. Malack had chosen her. Of all the dunes
and noble ladies in Black Dorn, he picked her to be his wife. She
rubbed her belly. She would bed him often and give him many sons,
pleasuring him in the ways Duna Trea had taught her.
    Swallowing the last mouthful
of the spiced wine, she returned