Chapter 2: Fuck Feast!
"I only want you" he wispered into her ear and nibbled the soft flesh. his hands growing more eger clawing at her back and pulling at her clothes. William's temperature was rising and he kissed her neck delicatly, grazing her soft flesh with his teeth. "If you will have me... just nod your head" his words hung in the air along with their heavy breathing as he paused. momentarily loosening his grip on her to look at her face.
The bite to her ear made her blush deepen as her stomach did flips. When he looked at her she looked down for a moment, slightly embarrassed. This was new. She had no idea what to do. But she knew she wanted it. She looked back up at him and nodded. It was clear she was nervous. But she wanted him. She gently pulled on his collar to bring him closer to her again.
His passion growing, he kisses her deeply, passionatly letting the tip of his tongue meet hers. his hands and arms sliding against her tight frame exploring her curvature. his hand behind her finds the place where her shirt and pants meet and slides it up her shirt. feeling her bare skin. his gives him a rush of excitment of whats to come. his other hand goes to her belly and crawls under her shirt up between her perfect breasts. He exhales a hot breath on her neck yerning for more.
Her blush deepened as his hands explored her body. The kiss had her turning to putty in his hands all over again. He was like a drug. The feeling of his hands against her bare skin sent shivers down her spine and caused goosebumps to appear on her arms. His breath on her neck caused a wetness to begin to form between her legs. Her hands found their way to his hips and made quick work of taking off his belt. One less thing for her to worry about as things progressed.
His hand under her shirt played with her breasts teasing her nipples into tight points. he almost rips the cloth as he lifts her shirt over her head exposing her to the cold night air. he studied her for a moment befor moving to his knees, his head to her stomach kissing and grabing her hips, making small circles with his thumbs on her hip bones. meanwhile he helps her wiggle off her trousers.
The sudden exposure to the air helped keep her nipples erect for him. The air sent shivers down her spine as she watched him get on his knees. The kisses to her stomach allowed her to run her fingers through his hair, showing him some affection as well. She took his help in getting undress and soon enough stood bare in front of him. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment and nervousness. She didn’t had the same type of body Cass had. And that’s what bothered her. Cass had a little more thickness to her. Where Isa was slim, with perky breasts a toned stomach, and a decent sized rear.
She was different than Cass – something William appreciated. There was nothing wrong with Cass, but there was also something very right about Isa, too. With each touch, he realized how much he desired her and that he never would grow tired of discovering every curve, crevice, and contour of her body. He needed to make her feel secure and show her that they belonged together - both physically and emotionally.
William's expertise in foreplay came to life as he trailed light caresses across her skin, causing her shiver in response. Without warning, he picked her up bridal style, carrying her to the nearby bed he had made on top of fallen leaves. As he laid her down upon its soft surface, he pressed his lips against hers once more, devouring them hungrily. Their tongues danced together, sending sparks flying between them.
He then positioned himself above her, allowing his hard length to press against her entrance. Sensing her readiness, he began to slowly enter her, groaning at the incredible sensation of being enveloped by her warmth. He pushed further until he was fully embedded within her, his heart racing alongside hers.
The kisses and touches from him made the growing wetness between her legs worse. Things grew especially slick for her when he picked her up and set her on the bed. She happily welcomed his kiss, her hands found their way under his shirt and felt along his torso, eventually finding their way down to his pants button. She undid his pants for him.
Before she knew it she could feel him against her entrance. That feeling alone was enough to make her blush again. As he pushed into her a long breathy moan came from her. She gripped into his shoulders tightly, feeling like she might be ripped in two. It took her body a few moments, but she was eventually able to tell him to move. She planted several kisses along his neck to let him know she was ready. She worked up his neck to his ear where she finally spoke. “All mine.” She whispered to him, her tone was happy and loving.
” All Mine”.
Isa's voice carried the weight of ownership, claiming her pride and confidence in saying those words. He moved deeper inside her now, savoring every sensation, drawing out pleasure for both of them. His eyes locked onto hers and saw desire reflected back at him, driving him even harder.
William held her close, knowing full well what the phrase meant and accepting it completely. He loved seeing her so bold, so confident. So sure of herself. So certain of her feelings towards him. These thoughts swirled around William's mind while he thrust into her, pushing his own boundaries. She wasn't simply another conquest, nor merely someone who provided physical satisfaction. No, she possessed far greater significance. She was the one. Isa's voice echoed throughout his soul, resonating within the depths of his being. Each time he buried himself within her, he claimed her anew—each movement signifying his unwavering commitment to her. Their rhythm matched perfectly, creating a harmony that transcended mere lust.
Each thrust from him garnered a sweet moan from her. She had never experienced pleasure before and she was thankful he was her first. Her body reacted to ever touch from him. Her mind was a jumbled mess of pleasure and love for the man. He reached far inside her, father than she ever thought someone could. It drove her crazy. Her hands caught his face and made him continue to look at her for a moment before pulling him into a deep passionate kiss. Their bodies melted into one another like they were puzzle pieces meant for one another.
Willam's thrust became faster and harder, matching Isa's increased intensity. He relished every second of the intimate connection they shared. Watching her expression morph into pure joy gave him indescribable happiness. They lost themselves in the rapturous union, surrendering wholly to the erotic dance of their bodies.
Every stroke brought forth cries of ecstasy from Isa, and William reveled in her fervent responses. His powerful movements mirrored the strength of his emotions, his need for her consuming him entirely.
As if in sync with their desires, the forest seemed to respond to their passion, casting an ethereal glow upon the pair. Moonbeams filtered through the branches overhead, illuminating their entanglement with a surreal luminescence.
Feeling emboldened by the intensity, William reached down to grasp Isa's breast, tweaking her nipple gently.
This action produced another loud cry from Isa, mixed with delight and surprise. Her reaction only fueled William's excitement. She clung to him tighter still, her nails digging into his muscular shoulders. William couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a responsive partner beneath him. He continued varying the speed and pressure of his thrusts, always maintaining eye contact with Isa, whose gaze burned with equal heat.
Isa was putty in his hands. Anything he craved she would give to him if she was able. Her body was wrecked with moans and her ears picked up every sound from him. Every noise sent another chill of pleasure down here spine. It was after another few moments that her stomach began to twist into knots. A signal unknown to her. She was becoming close to her end. The closer she got the more responsive she became. Her moans became scattered and breathy. Like she was loosing what little bit of control she had over herself. Quickly her end came. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her legs shook slightly. Her head leaned back into the bed, as a long loud moan came from her. Her nails dug into his shoulders leaving decent sized claw marks on his back. She tried to speak but instead ended up breathing our quiet curses.
William refused to stop. He couldn't. Not when she looked at him like that, pleading with her eyes, begging him to take her. Begging him to release her from this tortuous state of arousal. William determined to bring her to climax once more. Gritting his teeth, he plunged into her, his pace increasing steadily. her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through them.
William's thrusts quickened, his determination to satisfy her evident in every motion. His hand gripped her shoulder firmly, holding her steady as he rode out the storm of their combined orgasms.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, William released his seed deep within her, letting out a primal roar as he did so. His body trembled with the force of his own intense climax, his arms wrapping around Isa tightly as he fought to regain composure.
As he held Isa closer she could feel his seed filling her up. It was an intoxicating feeling. She held him close to her, letting him ride out his own orgasm. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. “So good.” She whispered to him. “You’re so good.” She repeated.
She planted several quick kisses along his forehead and cheeks as he tried to regain composure.
He pulled away slightly, looking down at the woman sprawled beneath him, her face flushed with passion. William smiled proudly at the sight of her spent body, reveling in the fact that he had been the cause of her pleasure.
He brushed the strands of dyed hair off her face, smiling softly at her rosy complexion.
"GODS!! That was amazing" he exhaled with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. as he let his body fall to the ground beside her his arm across her chest.
They lay there wrapped in each other, sweaty, sated and content. Neither wanting to break the spell.
“How do you feel?” he asked, breaking the silence between them, his finger tracing lazy circles on her abdomen.
She laughed at his reaction. It made her happy to know that she could bring him some pleasure.
“I feel amazing. I didn’t know I could be so relaxed. It’s wonderful.” She said happily. She turned her head to look at him and brought a hand up to his cheek. “You were amazing. I didn’t know it was possible to feel that good. I’m glad I got to experience it with you.”
In response, William closed his eyes briefly, grateful for her gratitude and affirmation. There was something special about this young Princess. Something irresistibly attractive and unique.
As they lay there basking in the glow of each others affection. the quiet of the night was suddenly disturbed. First a Laugh Echoing through the trees directed at the exposed couple, followed by a slow clap as A woman appears from the shadows stepping into the light of the fire. Immediately both William and Isa recognized the figure standing before them. The smile vanished from William's face, replaced by a mix of anger and concern.
Cassanova approached them slowly, her steps deliberately measured. "Well, well," she drawled, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Look what we have here."
William rose to his feet, fury etched on his features. "What do you want?" he demanded harshly.
Cassanova raised a brow at William's aggressive posturing. "Now, now, my friend," she admonished calmly. "There's no reason to get upset." Cassanova's words caused an unease in William's gut, making him grow angrier.
Cassanova cocked her head to the side, feigning hurt innocence. "Oh come now, darling! Surely we can work something out" Without waiting for a reply, She continued speaking, her hazel eyes gleaming dangerously at Isa. "i didn't realize until you left, but why would you need a disguise? .... Unless its not for you, but for missing princess!"
Isa quickly fumbled to find her clothes and get dressed somewhat. She looked between the two. Her heart racing at the thought of how long Cass had been watching them.
“Just leave. There is no princess here, we have no information, we don’t need your aid anymore. Thanks for checking in.” Isa said firmly. She was annoyed that the woman walked up to the two of them in the middle of the night. Especially after what had just happened.
“And didn’t anyone teach you basic decency. You should wait until people are dressed to address them. This is really uncomfortable.” She added annoyance seeping into her tone.
” Oh! perhaps you misunderstood me,” she continued, "Im not here to help, I am here to collect the bounty" bowing to Isa "Sorry it took me so long to realize it was you princess."
William stepped forward, placing himself between Isa and Cassanova. “Who exactly are you working for?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing. “Because whoever it is needs better help.”
Cassanova cast a calculating glance at William, then flashed a knowing grin at Isa. “Ah, sweetheart, it seems you have found yourself quite the protector,” she observed, her tone dripping with malice. “But I assure you, dear girl, you won’t be needing him much longer.”
Before either Isa or William could react further, two burly figures emerged from behind Cassanova, brandishing weapons.
Their faces concealed underneath crude masks, they appeared even more threatening than their leader. Both William and Isa froze in place, fear creeping into their hearts.
Seeing their captives' terror, Cassanova allowed herself a small victorious smirk. "It appears we may have interrupted a lovely evening," she commented dryly. "Let's make sure it doesn't turn out to be a dreadful one for everyone involved."
Isa’s eyes narrowed at Cass. “What is wrong with you?” She asked coldly. “Their little bounty isn’t even worth it when you compare it to what I could give you. One of my rings alone is worth more. Let us go and I’ll give you several rings.” She explained. She had them hidden in the seams of her bag in case she ever needed money. She was glad she had some jewelry stashed away now.
“Four rings, in exchange for our freedom and your silence. In exchange if I am ever brought into a royal house again, I will guarantee you a spot in court, which comes with a title, and land, and money.”
Cass considered Isa's proposal carefully, her eyes never leaving the frightened pair. After a moment, she nodded curtly. "Very well, Princess. Your terms are acceptable...but only if the blacksmith and his hammer agree to come with me." Cassanova replied coolly.
William looked back at Isa with concern and embarrassment before turning back to Cass and drawing his sword.
"I'm not leaving her side!" William said with as much bravery as he could muster.
"If you choose to stay with her, you must understand that you've chosen a dangerous path. Remember, you stand against not only me, but those who pay my wages - and they are not as nice as me."
Isa was happy William had chosen to stay with her. “We will heed your warning.” She said as she pulled four expensive rings from her bag. “Now leave us. Remember, these rings have also bought your silence.” She added.
She got up from the ground and held her bag close to her and she stood next to Will. “I expect to not see you again Casanova.”
Cassanova regarded Isa with a hint of admiration mixed with contempt. "A brave little one, aren't you, my lady?" she mused, her lips twisting into a mocking smile. "However, rest assured, we will be taking those rings and you." With that, she gave a sharp whistle, signaling her cohorts to move towards Isa and William.
As the group advanced, William instinctively leapt into action, he couldn't allow harm to come to Isa she was his purpose now.
"Run, Isa!" he shouted over his shoulder, urging her to flee while he engaged the enemy forces. With swift movements born of years of training, he began to skillfully parry and counterattack the advancing attackers.
As they fell under his assault, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him – he might still manage to buy enough time for Isa to escape. Grabbing hold of a large rock near where they had previously lain together, he used it to block an incoming strike, buying precious seconds to gather his strength. He swung the makeshift weapon with deadly precision, forcing another opponent to retreat.
Isa frowned and closed her hand around the rings. She followed Williams instructions and ran towards the trees. But instead of continuing to run she found a dense tree and climbed into it. She was hidden from the ground but could catch small glimmers of the fight through the branches. She saw William doing his best to keep the opposing forces at bay. She just hoped it would work
His movements seemed quick yet powerful. As he battled, he realized how far removed he was from being simply a blacksmith, he was a true warrior capable of holding his own in combat. This feeling of devotion spurred him to fight like a knight protecting his kingdom. She was his kingdom.
His hands trembled slightly, a combination of anxiety and adrenaline surging through his veins. Despite his exhaustion, he refused to let fatigue deter him from fulfilling his duty. His mind raced, strategizing ways to ensure Isa's safety. As he fought, he vowed silently to defeat every last one of Cassanova's henchmen.
The clash of metal on metal rang out through the trees as William's battle raged on. Sweat poured down his forehead, mixing with blood drawn from various cuts and bruises sustained during the fierce encounter. However, such injuries were trivial compared to thought of losing Isa.
He would endure any pain for her sake. Despite his resolve, the odds proved too great. One particularly brutish adversary managed to knock William off balance, sending him crashing onto the forest floor. Gasping for breath, he struggled to rise once more, his limbs heavy with weariness.
Isa watched the whole endeavor with bated breath. She then let her eyes pull away from the fight. Cass was just standing there watching the fight while her henchmen did all the work for her.
Isa scanned the land more. Looking for anything that could help him. After the fight he was going to need immediate medical attention. And unfortunately she was all he had. She saw several different plants around that would be helpful in the aftermath. Even the tree she was in would help. She quietly began to pull some bark from it and shove it into her bag. She knew willowbark was a great pain killer and would help him sleep despite its awful taste.
William continued fighting. Though tired and hurt, he remained focused on keeping his enemies at bay. Each blow he delivered sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through him, knowing that his victory was bringing him closer to ensuring Isa's safety.
As the final moments ticked by, he sensed something was amiss. A sudden change in the air alerted him to danger lurking nearby. Turning his head swiftly, he caught sight of a figure stealthily disappearing into the shadows him from behind. Recognition dawned upon him instantly. It was Cassanova. Was she retreating? Was she chasing Isa William hardly had time to think before another attack ripped his attention back to his opponent.
He quickly regained his footing, determined to put an end to this conflict. Fueled by the desire to protect Isa, he launched into a flurry of strikes aimed at disabling his remaining foe. William relentlessly pressed his attack, cutting down his adversary with precise, calculated moves, and a devastating final blow.
As Casanova left Isa caught sight of her. It seemed like she was headed in the opposite direction of her. Which could only mean she was going to find the guards, at least in Isa’s mind.
As the final foe fell to William she began to climb down the tree. She had seen Cass walk for quite a ways from her spot. She ran up to William. “Finished getting dressed. We have to run. She left. What if she’s getting the guards?” She said frantic and worried. “I’m sorry I know you’re hurt.” She pulled out a piece of willowbark for him. “This will stop any pain or bleeding. But we have to go.”
He took a deep breath, ignoring the agony pulsing through his body. He took the foul tasting medicinal herb she offered. The bitter taste of willowbark invaded his mouth, but the promise of relief made it bearable. He tried to focus on the task ahead — Getting to Cass before se could get away, without delay. Nodding grimly, he trusted Isa's assessment of the situation. They didn't have much time. Together, they hastened through the woods, navigating obstacles and tracking Casanova's movements through the forest.
Both exhausted from physical exertion and mental strain, they pushed themselves harder than either believed possible. With a desperate lunge William and the wretched woman went tumbling through the forest floor.
The force of impact rippled throughout his already battered frame, sending shock waves of agonizing pain spiraling through his system. Despite his weakening state, however, William managed to maintain his grasp on the intruder. Their combined momentum carried them further into the thicket. where he restrained her, holding her arms behind her back, straddling her from behind, and pushing her face into the dirt.