tormented Echo’s thoughts while Alexia dreamed of things she would rather not tell Echo. Somewhere, in the noonday sky, they both closed their eyes.
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Somewhere in her sleep, Echo dreamed.
She was in one of the Bawdy novels the Old Lecher would give her.
It was a hot summer day. Jorn Craster was chopping his wood, his hot glistening body sparkling in the noonday sun as Echo strolled onto his farm, licking her lips. Jorn looked up, his piercing, animalistic gaze taking in Echo as he tossed his axe to the side.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, fanning herself. “Tis’ far too hot today.”
“Indeed, lady Starsmith.” He paced toward her, tossing his head to one side as the wet locks of his wet mane swung behind his back.
Her eyes greedily took in the curves of his hard, muscled form as she placed a finger on her chin. “Whatever will we do in such an oppressive heat?”
A smirk curled on his face. “Perhaps it is not the heat that is oppressive,” in one motion, his hand tore at the neckline of her dress, ripping it asunder and leaving her pink body exposed before him. “Perhaps it is your clothes.”
Echo raised a hand to her forehead, feeling faint as her body turned like jelly. As she collapsed, his thick hard and sweaty arms caught her, scooping her up and taking her into the barn. As her cheeks and bare flesh touched his, she could not help but bite her fingers to suppress the moans of excitement. He tossed her onto a pile of hay as he undid the buckle of his belt, letting his breeches fall to the floor. His hot member stood erect from his loins as he collapsed on his knees. Echo quivered at its girth, softly spreading her legs as he descended upon her.
His hot flesh was slick, frictionless, as he pressed down upon her, his hot thick tongue pressing deep within her lips. She relished the taste, her small tongue fencing with his. Their kiss broke as he gazed into Echo’s eyes. “Echo, you fill me with such lust and desire, I cannot think without you.”
Her back arched, pressing her nipples tightly against his chest. His lips travelled down, his rough tongue assailing the buds of her breasts with rough and lewd licks that sent maddening bolts of sensation throughout her flesh.
Jorn!” her voice was rasping breathlessly. “We mustn’t! It’s adultery! Your wife or the elders may find out!”
“I care not!” he growled. “I must have you! Now!”
As his gazed pierce through her, his cock broke drove into her.
She cried out in bliss, its girth stretching her and burrowing deep inside. His hips drove hard, slow, methodically, his arms cradling her body as he sheathed himself inside her over and over again. Her arms locked tightly around his chest, her legs squeezing tight around his waist, never wanting his cock outside her again.
The pace of his thrusts intensified, his arms locking her hips against his body as he drove madly, relishing the feeling of her body clasping tight to him. A pleasant and hot pressure built inside Echo’s hips as she ground back, eager to meet his thrusts.
“Jorn I’m, Jorn I’m, Jorn I’m, Jo—OH GODS I FEEL IT EVERYWHERE!”
She felt something burst inside her, warm and hot, spilling all throughout her innards. Her body squeezed hard against him, her pussy convulsing on his hard rod as she thrashed against his wet and muscled frame. Her orgasm gripped her and twisted her belly into pleasant agony, so much more pleasant than when she’d pleasure herself to her books.
She raised her arms over her head, her hips still milking his cock as she cooed out in pleasure.
“Oh Jorn…. I love you.” She cooed.”
His lips touched hers, the two coming down from their ecstasy. The two snuggled close as he wrapped a nearby blanket over her and pulled her close. “Jorn,” she ran her hand through his dark hair. “It was so beautiful. I don’t even care that it was a sin.”
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“Yes, Lady Starsmith! It was a sin!”
Echo stood up, the world around her
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