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wanting to see his face.
    She saw, for the first time, the Marquise of Eddom fucking her, his face strained as he plowed into her with abandon. His shirt lay unbuttoned, to reveal his hard, muscular chest. His breeches were gone, and she could see glimpses of his hard male flesh rearing up, slick and glistening with her own juices, before he would slam the full length of it into her tiny body, forcing her cunt to bear the brunt of his attacks. The cords in her neck were straining, and his mouth was twisted in a grimace. The sight of him, growling and rutting into her like a majestic beast, was enough to send her spiraling into another orgasm, coming as he stroked into her heat. This time her cries were mixed with his own, warmth spilling into her as he shuddered against her body, buried so deep with his seed spilling into her womb.
    Melisande was barely conscious by the time he withdrew from her - completely this time. She was dimly aware of him removing the chains that bound her ankles and wrists, felt his warmth enveloping her as he took her into his arms. “I shall save your ass until our wedding night,” he whispered into her ear, and she shuddered in reply.
    He lifted her, carried her away from the blue room, back toward the long hallway to, she knew, the bed they would share from that day onward. The Marquise of Eddom’s betrothed smiled sleepily against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and knew she would enjoy living in the castle with her new master from now on.
    The wedding took place five days later, and many of the villagers were invited. They were happy to find that Melisande had taken very well to both her new home and her new husband, who was handsome and somewhat reserved, but charmingly polite. Her old friend, the village priest, performed the marriage ceremony himself, and the glowing bride hugged him afterward, telling him that she was thankful to him and to God, for helping her make the right decision.
    That night, the Marquise of Eddom sodomized his bound wife with his large cock; after plowing repeatedly into her soft cunt, after feeling her spend countless times beneath him. “You are mine,” he whispered, as his invading prick stretched her, leaving her breathless with anticipation.
    “I am yours,” Melisande whispered, submitting completely to him. With a hard groan the Marquise reared back, and drove into her again.
     
     
    - FIN -

An Excerpt from The Shrinemaiden
     
     
    “Thank you, Captain.” Adelai said, trying to hide her pleasure at his words, used to his teasing. Over the course of these months she had relaxed her guard more with him, and the witty banter they enjoyed with each other perhaps crossed the line between what should be proper sometimes. She had learned enough times in class that men prize wit just as much as beauty, and she had enough practice of the first with Captain Thornton. “You may only be a mere captain of the guard, but I’m glad I was able to satisfy you.”
    It was the wrong thing to say,certainly more forward than any she had ever uttered, and the words left her mouth before she realized the euphemism. Adelai clapped her hand to her cheek, blushing, heard him inhale sharply.
    “You have no idea how much I would like to satisfy you.” The captain’s voice was rough, husky. “Gods, Adelai. Sometimes I forget that you’re a….”
    “A shrinemaiden,” Adelai finished, trying desperately to salvage the situation, but only succeeding in digging herself in further. “Shrinemaidens are known throughout all the kingdoms for their seductive arts, after all.”
    “And yet in all this time you have never once shown me any indication.”
    Had he asked her of this months ago she would have blushed, stammered that he had no business asking this sort of thing. “Are you suggesting that I have been remiss in other parts of my education, Captain?” The matrons were nowhere in sight this afternoon. The surveillance on them both had lifted in