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Smiling wryly at her meek confession, he reached out, taking her tiny hands in his and guiding them to his chest, pressing her palms against him and guiding them along his skin. “I swear ya look even prettier taday then yesterday,” he said, releasing her hands after providing some guidance. “Them pigtails, girl... ya look so good in them,” he declared in a tone that suggested his charm and verbosity had betrayed him. He popped open his pants, pushing them down a few inches to let his large cock throb out, stiff and hard, glossy at the tip with the residue of his desire.
She wanted him so badly. As much as he craved her, she craved him in return; his hardness where she was soft, his certainty where she was modest. And yet there was a weakness to him as well, a tenderness that endeared her further. It was something her brothers had held as well, a passion and vigour for life and love. She was smitten, and as her fingertips glided along his darker flesh, the skin on her arms bumped with excitement.
He smiled at her actions, trailing his gaze back to hers as he slid a hand along her arm to her face, caressing it softly and letting the red hair of her pigtail rub over his knuckles. His thumb touched her lower lip, “How is it they gifted me with such fortune as ta fall in love with a woman like you, Amy?” He brought his other hand around to her backside, feeling the exposed measure of ass flesh before pushing the garment down further, shedding her of it entirely.
A pleased sigh escaped her lips as she readjusted herself to his hands and motions, kicking off her sandals and moving to the bed to lay bare from the waist down. She seemed so at peace with her partial nudity, no longer reserved or hesitant about it. She wasn’t the soaking wet yet frightened woman from the day before. Instead she was excited and happy, her motions far more relaxed.
He couldn’t help but grin in the brief moment of delay before he climbed onto his knees at her feet. He slid his hands up her bare legs, parting them widely to make room for his hips as he lowered himself and kissed her mouth. With a moist smack of his lips to hers, he let the tip of his cock touch her mound, as he unbuttoned her blouse.
She touched his hair, curious about the different feel of it. Where hers was fine and soft, his was thicker. She enjoyed the differences between the two of them, and she felt blessed. She couldn’t believe that such a rugged, handsome man would be taken in with her sweet looks, but her sea blue eyes tilted upwards in thanks.
Undoing her blouse entirely, he gently pulled back the garment to reveal her chest which was flattened by gravity. His mouth moved from hers down along her neck as he kissed and suckled at her petite little nipples, showering them with affection as he struggled to restrain himself from ravaging her.
Flicking her stiff buds with his tongue he rose up from them an inch, breathing heavily, “Do ya want me in you again, Amy?”
She moaned against his flicking tongue, her back arching to him as she nodded. A hasty ‘yes’ hissed out from her lusty mouth. She wanted him more than anything, even more than yesterday, though it was in an entirely new way. A way that was born of sureness and affection, even bordering on what a young woman that was so secluded from the world would mistake for love.
He was not an inexperienced man. He had known love before, and logically, rationally, knew this was infatuation. Lust. However, it didn’t stop him from being lost in the naivety of the moment and murmuring, “Gods, I love you, woman,” as he pressed his two thumbs into her soft inner thighs, prying them apart as he pushed the bulbous crown of his cock to her slit.
She was achingly wet for him. It was true that she hadn’t slept the night before, and all the way here she had been excited to see him once more. Physically and emotionally. Her body arched to accommodate his form, her sex so desirous of his.
He wasn’t terribly patient before the altar of her young, beautiful body, and yet again he pushed down inside her with little delay, groaning with pleasure as he pierced her cunny to its very root. He panted a little as he lodged deep down inside her, not from exertion, but from the feel of her tautly gripping twat as he throbbed against it, testing his reserves.
She was still a bit sore, admittedly, but it wasn’t the pain or discomfort of the time before. Or, at the very least, it wasn’t to the same degree. Her thighs pressed against his as her lithe body was pinned beneath his strong form and the two became one again. Her breathing was not the tepid little breaths of the day before, but instead were heavier pants of excitement that echoed his.
With his cock lodged firmly in place, his hips began to tug back, then push in. He slid his two hands up from her thighs across her pale stomach and breasts, over her neck and then took her two red pigtails in each hand, holding them firmly. He watched her as he began to fuck her atop his handcrafted bed, building up momentum more gradually this time. “Yer too perfect, girl. Musta been fated... like ya said,” he groaned, the soft pat of his balls hitting her ass cheeks becoming audible in the small room.
It was an amazing feeling, and the bed - albeit uncomfortable - beneath her only added to the authenticity of what she was experiencing. She knew this had to be fate. She didn’t believe in random chance or coincidence. Her arms flung around his shoulders as she pulled her body to his, “You’re the one. Always meant for me.”
He still wore his pants, but they rode down low, showing much of his own prominent, well sculpted ass as he began to piston into her harder and faster with each passing moment. He kissed at her face, tugging her pigtails lightly to bring her lips to his, then muttered in a low rumble, “You feel better’n anythin’ I ever imagined before, sweet Amy. I don’t ever want this ta end.”
Perhaps that was the real reason he had kept himself so well groomed after all this time in isolation. Perhaps it was fate intervening, rewarding him for running from the war, providing him a beautiful and willing mistress to his forest home.
She was so much more noisome in the small abode, and as he became lewder with her, her pants and moans grew in turn. It was a sexual blend of sounds echoing off the makeshift walls, surrounding them fully.
With her in his own place, so willing and receptive, he had grown more daring. He watched her through narrow slits of his eyes as he fucked her harder, their loins making wet noises as he bucked, his hands tightening around her pretty pigtails. Seeing her looking so beautiful, pleased and innocent before him, he felt compelled to tempt fate, to be more crass, more daring with her. He tugged her hair, pulling her fa
ce up, and bringing her lips to his.
She was so responsive to him. There was nothing in her that led her to question his motions, and her lips met him eagerly, kissing him the way that he had shown her. As he fucked her longer, there wasn’t the same pain anymore, and as she sat up, he began striking her in a new manner that caused her to quiver violently.
Keeping her positioned so by the grip on her pigtails, he kissed her with repeated, loud smacks of their lips. The bucking of his hips sent his thick cock into her deeply, causing his torso muscles to tighten and expand, his pecs and abs appearing chiselled before her as he struck her loins so perfectly. “Ya feel so good ‘round my cock,” he murmured between kisses, “I’ll go mad if I ever lose yer sweet body, Amy,” he grunted in barely understandable words.
She loved him for his crude charm and she rewarded him by delving her tongue between his lips, struggling to press as much of her pale flesh against his as possible. It was no easy task, for she was still so new to the act, but it felt oddly natural at the same time. She almost knew what to do, but there was no refinement or skill to her actions.
All the passion and lust that the young woman felt for him, though, made up the difference.
Her inexperience did nothing to dissatisfy or deter him. It only made him want to teach her more, do more to impress and satisfy her, even in the face of his overwhelming desire to just plumb her depths and get his own pleasure. He was afraid that holding her pigtails might be too much as he tugged and pulled them to guide her, but she accepted it so well, and he loved the feel of them. From the moment he saw her walk out of the woods towards him with the pretty braids, he wanted to take hold of them and pull her into carnal delights.
His cock swelled within her again, throbbing wildly, as he tugged her face in tighter, kissing her harder before releasing. With a hiss of gratification, his handsome face contorted, his blonde ponytail bobbing behind him, “Too soon... I wanna keep ya here forever.”
She was fucked stupid and silent, her eyes glazing over with ecstasy, and though she hadn’t known true pleasure so early in, she thought she had. He was perfection. He was all she wanted to fill her days with, from here on out. She was obsessed.
Her cunny was so tight around him, still retaining the aspects of her inexperience, and though he fucked her hard, she wasn’t displeased. Though he manhandled her hair, she wasn’t frightened. She was just excited to experience everything he could show her.
He was a rough man by nature, Perhaps that explained it, for even as he released one pigtail, he held the other tighter to keep her from moving away. Grabbing her petite breast, he rammed his cock into her harder, beginning to shiver as he felt his own release impending. She was so tight, so slick, so perfect, “I have ta cum inside you,” he muttered, letting his thoughts bubble out thoughtlessly, feeling his balls tighten as he prepared to shoot another load into her quim.
She whimpered a little at his increased grasp of her hair, but there was a fine line of pleasure running beneath it. As he spoke, she had little context to the words, but she could assume what they meant. That he’d fill her with his cream. She nodded, because she assumed that’s what he wanted, and held herself close to him.
