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  He stopped. “Irisa,” he said, still in that same voice, “you will beg, eventually."

  She whimpered softly.

  "But I'll not have you denying me after this is done,” he warned her. He flicked his thumb across her clit, making her moan and shiver, then stopped again as she sniffled softly and her body shuddered.

  "You will beg ... and I will take ... and after ... you will be mine, Irisa Latham. Your thieving days are at an end."

  He chuckled as another shiver shot through her.

  "Hmm,” he purred, “pet. Yes ... yes ... I quite like that."

  He flicked her again and Irisa squirmed.

  "Renwyk!" she cried softly, reaching for him, “please! I-I can't take this..."

  "You know what the right answer is, pet. The one that will give you what you want."

  She groaned. “And you, what you want..."

  He chuckled, flicking her again, this time forcing a small scream out of her.

  "Exactly. Though, if you think about it—and you don't have to think too hard, pet—you get what you really want as well ... Becoming the consort of a real pirate, my dear, will gain you everything you've ever dreamed of. And more. You will have my exclusive attention..."

  He flicked her again and Irisa groaned. Her breath came in short, labored pants.

  "Oh, Renwyk...” Her words were barely more than a moan.

  He was smiling almost evilly as he watched her. “What, pet?” he said, softly, “What do you want?"

  "You're enjoying this...” she managed between pants.

  He chuckled again. “Ooh yes..."

  Irisa groaned, stretching slightly, her hands moving over her body, rubbing hard. He watched her with a smirk. She cupped her breasts, kneading them as she shifted her hips, rubbing her softness against his hand. He groaned softly himself, feeling his cock twitching, aching to slide into her hot, wet—and as he relented a bit and slid three long, thick fingers into her—deliciously tight little body.

  Irisa groaned louder, her fingers tightening, squeezing her soft, heavy round breasts. “Ooh, Renwyk,” she breathed, “yes, please."

  He snickered, sliding his fingers slowly out of her, teasing her by tickling the quivering, slippery entrance to her body. He made her groan louder and squirm, bucking her hips up in a vain effort to reach his tormenting fingers, “Close, pet, but not quite."

  "Renwyk,” Irisa panted, “I-I, I just—"

  "You won't regret it, Irisa. You're far too desirable as my companion than as my enemy ... though I'm sure we'll still fight quite often, particularly since it seems to arouse you so much..."

  Irisa fidgeted. “Renwyk,” she breathed, “ooh..."

  He caressed her again, his touch maddeningly light, and all too quickly gone.

  "No!"

  "Irisa,” he said softly, watching her as she wriggled and squeezed her breasts in a way that looked almost painful to him, “touch me."

  Her eyes opened slightly and he could see they glistened with tears. She licked her lips again ... such a simple, delicate thing, painfully desperate in its trembling, fluttering movement.

  He smiled at her.

  "Touch me, Irisa, love,” he said softly, picking up one of her hands in his free one and guiding it against himself. Her fingers flickered against him and groaning softly as she caressed him through the leather. He swallowed hard, but managed to keep his voice steady, “as torturous as this is for you, think about me. I've been like this longer than you might care to imagine. My restraint is held back by one thing. You."

  Her hand trembled, and he saw the tears creep from the corners of her eyes. “Oh...” she breathed, “oh Renwyk..."

  He ground his teeth. “What do you want, Irisa?"

  "You.” She gasped, shaking. “Please, Renwyk, now!"

  A low, harsh growl escaped him and she whimpered again, nervously, unsure.

  It seemed as though time had frozen. Irisa stared, trembling, into Renwyk's blazing eyes, waiting for his reaction, her body vibrating at a fever pitch. A burning, throbbing heat seared her blood, rushing through her veins to her heart, and pounded in her brain. Tears streamed from her burning eyes and she knew there was so much more. It was so close, yet she couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she tried. Knowing the only way she could reach it was through Renwyk.

  "I need you so much, Renwyk...” she moaned, reaching for him. "please! I'm in such torment ... you're the only way it can end."

  He growled again and it seemed like time slammed down hard all around them. He was suddenly all over her and Irisa was panting, as they struggled to get his remaining clothing off, all the while kissing, touching, thrusting against each other.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock as soon as he got his pants off. He snarled, while his hands twisted tightly in her silvery white curls, pushing her head down as she curled her body toward his and lowered her soft, smooth lips to kiss his swollen, dark head. Renwyk growled, stiffening as she slid him between her lips, suckling gently and lightly before sliding as much of him as she could, down her throat.

  He shifted his position slightly, shuddering. Her mouth was hot and wet and her tongue rasped gently against his overheated flesh, nearly driving all coherent thought out of his head. She slowly slid up him, licking and suckling lightly as she went. Renwyk felt the build up of heated release within him and realized she couldn't do that again if he didn't want to come in her mouth. He tightened his fingers in her hair and held her back.

  "No, pet,” he managed thickly, “I love it, but I don't want to—not just yet."

  Irisa looked up at him, licking her lips slightly. “Mmm,” she murmured, nodding a little.

  He was all black fur where she was white and jade colored, but like Irisa, Renwyk's fur was light and silky and covered his skin with a shimmery, silken sheen. He was muscular and as big as he was tall. The solid length of his thick cock was no exception. Irisa swallowed hard as she took in the whole effect.

  Renwyk, naked, was as sexy as she'd imagined, and more besides. Her breath hitched in her chest and she knew she was flushing scarlet yet again.

  Renwyk smirked, reaching for her.

  "Like what you see, do you?” he purred as he pulled her up against him. Her breasts crushed against his chest and he tightened his arms around her, sliding her across his body to straddle him.

  She stiffened as his cock found its way between her legs and shivered as she felt the slender, softly furred length of his tail creep beneath the fluffy fur of her own and find her buttocks. She moaned a little as he began to slide it, ever so gently, between them.

  She squirmed, which only caused the smooth, warm head of his manhood to slip easily between the soft folds of her pussy and probe the entrance to her body, a gentle wet, slurping sound coming from her as he did. She shivered and he moaned, pulling her head down to his, claiming her lips with his own.

  Irisa kissed him back, her arms sliding under his head, as his went around her and his tongue pushed into her mouth to slide sensuously over hers.

  When Renwyk finally entered her, she was slick and wet again and very hot.

  Irisa stiffened, groaning deeply into his mouth. Little bursts of heat exploded inside her body, as she stretched to accommodate his thickness. He slid in slowly, letting her get used to the sensation of him within her, enjoying the tightness of her body. Her throbbing feminine heat and closed around him, squeezing, and caressing him intimately.

  He pulled his lips from hers, breathing kisses upon them as he whispered, “Gods, ‘Risa, you feel incredible..."

  She squirmed a little, pressing her hips up against his.

  "Ooh, take me now, Renwyk, please ... I need you..."

  He chuckled softly.

  "You do, do you?” he said, pulling his hips back a little, shifting her upward as he did so. He relished the way she whimpered, and her body seemed to clutch at him as he withdrew.

  "You need me, Irisa?” he purred, smiling at the dazedly dismayed look on her face, “Need
me to fuck you?"

  Irisa shuddered and nodded, licking her lips again. She flickered her tongue inadvertently against his own lips making him smile evilly at her.

  "Well then, pet, say it."

  She drew a deep, shuddering breath.

  "Please, Renwyk,” she breathed, her peridot eyes soft and grass-green, gazing deeply into his own fathomless, sapphire blue, “please, fuck me..."

  His breath caught at the innocently seductive tone in her soft, lilting voice.

  "Ah, my Irisa,” he whispered, “anything you wish, my pet."

  His hands found her hips and as they closed tightly around them, he shifted and thrust his body up, driving himself deep and hard into her, even as he brought her down against him. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open as he growled, deep, in his throat. He began to pump hard and fast, without mercy and Irisa whimpered, squirming on top of him.

  Irisa brought her knees up, tight and close on either side of him as he worked his powerful hips, shuddering her soft, sweat-sheened body with each thrust. It was easier for her to push against him this way and she began to match his thrusts with her own. Renwyk snarled and growled louder, moving faster, harder. His fingers dug painfully into her hips. She panted, snarling herself as she writhed atop him, her head ducked and hair tumbled around her face.

  Renwyk smiled at the wild sounds his little Irisa was making, at the way she ground her hips against his. Her hard little nipples brushed erotically against his own. He enjoyed the sensation of those soft, silky breasts crushing against his as she pumped herself atop him, as hard as he was slamming into her.

  He felt the tremor go through her body, the tightening of her steamy, muscular sheath around his overheated and oversensitive member. A low, snarling groan tore from her as she stiffened, then went very still. Her breath was trapped in her throat when her head tipped backward in a soundless scream. He watched her, not stopping his pounding hips, though he felt slightly detached in the minute seconds it took for the orgasm he'd been carefully cultivating this entire time to crash over her.

  When it did, Irisa gave voice to a scream that, had they been anywhere near civilization, would have brought people running for miles. The very sound, and the violent vibrating of her quaking body sent him over the edge as well.

  While she screamed, writhed and panted, Renwyk stiffened, snarling dangerously, his fingers digging into the tender, soft flesh of her hips and he shoved her down hard, burying himself deep inside her. He forcefully stilled her squirming with his painfully iron grip, making her cry. A low, viciously savage growl boiled up from within him as all sensation seemed to explode from him into her, in an erotic burst of scorching, violent pleasure, unlike anything he'd experienced in a very long while.

  Irisa whimpered, and her body trembled while Renwyk come inside her. She slumping atop him when his entire body tensed as tightly as a coiled spring. She felt his labored breathing, felt the power of his own orgasm and she found herself kissing him suddenly.

  "I love you, Renwyk,” she murmured dazedly, nuzzling his ear, gently suckling his lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around him and let him finish. It didn't matter that his grip was hurting her, nor how frighteningly savage his grunts and growls were.

  "You were amazing,” she said softly, licking his ear as she finally felt him subside. His fingers finally relaxed and he slumped, completely spent, into the grass beneath them.

  It took Renwyk several moments to register anything besides the warm, soft, naked body of Irisa lying atop him, the downiness of her fur and the intoxicating sweetness of her kiss-swollen lips as she continued to kiss and nuzzle him.

  "It's never been like that for me...” she breathed against his lips, “with anyone."

  He opened his eyes slowly and focused on her sweet, delicate face. “'Risa ... ?” he murmured, “did you just say you—"

  She flushed pink beneath the pretty jade fur and looked away.

  His eyebrows knitted a little and he reached up, cupping her chin in one hand, bringing her face back around to his. The pink flush darkened and she closed her eyes.

  "I—I'm sorry,” she began, her voice soft and small, “I-I didn't know what I was saying."

  "Shh, ‘Risa,” Renwyk whispered gently.

  She opened her eyes.

  "I love you as well,” he said softly. “I've been a fool, my pet."

  She blinked, uncomprehendingly at him a moment, then her lips fell open in soundless astonishment.

  "I don't understand—"

  "Shh,” Renwyk said, bringing her face down to kiss her. “You will. For now, rest assured, you and I will be together. Always. You've given yourself to me more completely than I'd ever hoped."

  She blinked again, but his lips were soft and warm and his hands were moving slowly over her body, massaging and caressing. She felt a sensually warm, slightly giddy feeling slowly fill her. She moaned softly and laid her head on his shoulder.

  He chuckled.

  "You're mine now, Irisa Derian,” he said and smiled at the way her body stiffened a little, at the low moan that came from her. “Completely and without question, mine."

  Irisa sighed and her arms tightened a little around him.

  "Oh, yes,” she breathed as he turned his head to nuzzle her ear, sending pleasurable little shivers through her. “Yes, Renwyk."

  "I love the way my name sounds on your lips, pet."

  He shifted his hips, felt the trembling heat of her soft body send little twinges through his still deeply buried shaft and fiery currents shot through him. She gasped a little and he realized she felt him hardening inside her.

  She squirmed a little, raising her head slightly. “Again?” she said breathlessly, “I-I don't know if I can—"

  Renwyk's grin was nearly demonic as his arms suddenly tightened and he rolled her over him, onto the grass beside them, his cock still deeply impaled within her. She inhaled sharply as he followed, coming down heavily on top of her, trapping her beneath his considerable weight.

  "Trust me, my love,” he growled lustily, beginning to pump her with his hips. He smiled as a long, low, impassioned sigh made its way from deep within her trembling body.

  "I can..."

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  She was tight, wet and hot as he thrust into her. He paused, feeling her quiver and heard the long, throaty moan coming from her body. He groaned himself as her heat sank into him, creating waves of sensation all around his cock. He was wide, thick and very hard and the feeling of being inside her hot little pussy was incredibly amazing. She trembled, and as he slowly withdrew, her body sucked at him, unwilling to relinquish his shaft. He paused a moment, cooler air striking his wet and sensitive member. He positioned the smooth, rounded head at the quivering entrance to her delicious body, rubbing the swollen, blood-engorged flesh. It sent shocks of delight through his length, into his balls and though his entire body. He grinned down at her as she struggled and moaned.

  * * * *

  The Duke remembered when he'd first seen her, in a light blue annoyingly modest cotton gown that was even so, cut trim to her ample figure, enhancing her large breasts and full hips. She had long, wavy strawberry-auburn hair and soft blue-grey eyes, with an innocence that was almost palatably sweet.

  He'd studied her during their brief encounter in the Latharnan castle's main hall, where he, as a delegate from Diranda, was exchanging annoying pleasantries with foreign nobles, there for negotiations. While chatting amiably about things he couldn't now remember, he'd kept his attention on the girl he'd heard was purportedly some minor nobleman's servant but in actuality was his doxy, nothing more or less. She fancied herself in love with the idiot as well, his spies told him.

  Her name was Aurora Katran, she was eighteen and so timid, she was obviously still very inexperienced. Her dress, though modest, with a high band collar and long sleeves, was tight to her figure, which was most likely intentional. Her breasts were thrust up, straining again
st the cotton material. They were larger than any he'd seen on other women from her city, definitely attention-getting. He'd wondered how he'd missed her the last time he'd visited. Perhaps he'd been looking in the wrong place. The servant class seemed to have the sturdy women he preferred, if Aurora was any example.

  He'd muttered to his younger brother, Tanek, “They didn't make them like that last I was in the city."

  Tanek chuckled, eyeing her appreciatively himself.

  He knew what was on his brother's mind—the same thing on his: Aurora, naked and bound, spread-eagle and moaning as she was fucked hard and fast, her body shuddering from the impacts, tits shaking and shuddering as he pulled and pinched them, flesh marked with angry red lines from the flogger he'd be slapping her with.

  * * * *

  She moaned again. He raised the leather cat and slapped it hard against her backside. Relishing the groan and hiss of pain she made, he watched angry red welts jump up on her already red marked skin. He rubbed a hand over her ass. “Hurt?” he purred as he caressed her swollen female flesh with the head of his cock. She moaned again and became even wetter than she'd already been. Pushing inside her a little, he concentrated and his member expanded a bit, stretching her. She moaned again and he reveled in the sensation of her body opening to his now thicker cock. He pushed himself further inside, hearing her whimper, feeling her quiver, wet inside and hot, her soft female flesh touching, then mashing against his balls. She was so warm and wet he shuddered. He pulled back, smacked her ass with the cat, and reached out to bury the long fingers of his large hand in her hair. He yanked her head back, watching her massive tits jiggle as he did so. She screamed and he smiled darkly.

  "Do you like being full of me, Rora?” he snarled, turning her head to the side a little. “Want me to fuck you now?"

  Aurora groaned, a sound of pain and intense pleasure. “Yes..."

  He yanked her hair harder, strawberry red curls spilling over his hands. The restraints pulled her body even more taut, wrenching a hiss from her. “What?” he snapped, grabbing a large, soft breast in one hand and squeezing, pulling it hard until she squealed. “What is the right answer?"