Lord Thayer left at dawn the following day. During the next several years, he continued to spread his fame further afield as the new hunting grounds he had demanded from Lord Malcolm, as part of the marriage alliance, provided new flesh for his stables. He encountered little or no resistance from any of the villagers. An occasional angry father who was immediately mollified by ample compensation for his loss; a distraught fiance' whom Thayer would reward with another fair damsel to take the place of the one he procured for himself. These were only mild annoyances that were easily and promptly attended to. Thayer visited Lord Malcolm's small estate once a year so that Xaviera might become used to his presence. During his annual visits, he trysted with the lovely, spoiled Rosamunde at his whim. He had long since silenced her begging to be taken back to Belsoie with him. He had remained as unmoved by her tears and pleadings on those first nocturnal sojourns into her bedchamber, as he had that night of Xaviera's twelfth birthday celebration. Now, Rosamunde lived only for those rare moments when they would meet secretly for their assignations, craving the moment when her body would come alive beneath the hard, In betwixt times, the young Xaviera was being raised by her father with the certain knowledge that she would one day become the bride of the great Lord Thayer of Castle Belsoie. In the beginning, it seemed a far off dream. When she was still quite young, Lord Thayer was nothing more than her father's aristocratic friend. He doted on her as he would a beloved, kind-hearted uncle, or indulgent, but much-absent, older brother, who showered her with gifts and trinkets from his travels abroad. As she grew older, Thayer became her teacher and her mentor. He taught her to ride by allowing her to accompany him on horseback throughout the countryside. He partnered her on the dance floor at various balls and seasonal celebrations and was easily forgiving of her first awkward steps of the daunce. Lord Thayer treated his young bride-to-be as a gentleman of his station was expected to treat his lady love, but more than that. . . . .he grew besotted with her with each passing year, especially as she reached her maturity, blossoming into the lovely young woman he had envisioned upon their first meeting, when she had been but a mere child, clad in her silk nightgown, being gently chastised by her doting father for her girlish impetuosity. Although Thayer would never have admitted it, he worshipped the ground she walked on. His heart melted every time she cast those lovely, large blue eyes in his direction. He would give Xaviera anything her heart desired. She grew lovelier and more waif-like each year he came to visit her, and Thayer observed that his betrothed was beginning to draw eager male attention to herself, though she remained innocently, naively, unaware of it. Lord Malcolm protected his daughter's innocence, with the assistance of the stern matron, Sylvia, from the more blase' of the young lords and aristocratic fops who sought to flirt with her. Lord Thayer, himself, was hard-pressed to deny his own body's reaction to Xaviera's new found womanhood. But he was loathe to offend Lord Malcolm in that regard. Besides, there were always women available to him. As in love with Xaviera as he found himself to be, he would not deny himself the pleasure other women provided. Whence the marriage vows were fulfilled, he would make sure the young Xaviera understood that. But in the sultry summer of Xaviera's eighteenth year, Lord Thayer took his bride's virginity for his own. He had come to Lord Malcolm's estate at an unexpected time of the year for a summer hunting expedition, benevolently supplying his men with a bit of sport among the outlying villages and hamlets of Lord Malcolm's lands. With a successful hunt behind them, he had sent his men homeward to Belsoie with three lovely, nubile females in tow, to ready them for his inspection upon his own return. Lord Malcolm and Lady Gwendolyn, not expecting him, were traveling abroad, leaving Xaviera in the care of the faithful, old nurse, Sylvia. The third evening of his stay, Thayer returned from a late-night assignation with Rosamunde in her private bedchamber, while her husband snored away the night in his own chambers in another wing of the old stone manse. Rosamunde had pleaded with Thayer to stay with her until dawn, but he had already grown weary of her clutching fingers and cloying perfume and left her amidst the rumpled bed sheets, knowing that this was the end of their affair for him. There were too many other women to be had for him to waste any more time or energy on Rosamunde's insatiable neediness. He drew up before Lord Malcolm's residence, tossing the reins to the servant who had waited up for his return, giving instructions as to the care of his stallion. Removing his gloves as the horse was led away, he strode across the night-shadowed yard toward the arched entrance of the castle, but then as abruptly changing his mind, not yet in a mood to retire for the night, he turned to take a brisk walk about the gardens, slapping his riding gloves impatiently against his thigh as he went. His earlier tryst with Rosamunde had been satisfactory, but he was already in the mood for another woman to slake his lust. When he returned to the castle he would summon one of Lord Malcolm's mistresses to his chambers. The older gentleman had often offered the pretty females he kept in a private wing of his castle on past occasions. Starlight glittered in a black velvet sky above the darkened gardens, which were heavy with the intoxicating perfume of the flora and fauna that hung on the still night air. A quarter moon swung low above the treetops. Across the way, Thayer noticed a soft, amber light glowing faintly through the shrubbery, deep within the shadowed recesses of the gardens. Intrigued, he moved toward it, until he saw that the source of the light emanated from the floor to ceiling windows of the glass gazebo, where he'd once enjoyed a moonlit assignation with Rosamunde. Inside, pillared candles were lit, and wax candles of various size and thickness were scattered in a wide array upon the marble floor, tiny flames adance. Soft, muted noises came from within, female whisperings and an occasional high-pitched giggle. Thayer half-suspected that another man, one of the guards perhaps, was taking advantage of Lord Malcolm's absence by enjoying a tumble with an errant maid in his lordship's private trysting place. He was about to turn away and leave them to their entertainment, when a movement inside caught his attention. Unable to stop himself, he moved closer for a better view, feeling safely concealed in the darkness which surrounded him outside the yellow light spilling from the tall windows. He inhaled sharply at the almost surreal, erotic scene unfolding before him. It was Xaviera. She was standing in the marble tub, like a perfectly sculpted nude figure in the center of a fountain. The sunken tub was filled to the brim with water. Small puddles of water spotted the floor, winking wetly in the glow of the candlelight. In the tub, flanking their nude, young mistress, were two servant girls, dressed only in their thin chemisettes, ample breasts, with their distended nipples, clearly outlined by the damp material. Xaviera's toilette was being tended to, as the two young maids gently bathed her with soft cloths and scented soap. The presence of the old nurse, who usually hovered near her young charge, was no where to be seen. Unaware they were being observed, or what a sensual tableau they presented, the maids remained intent on their mistress as Xaviera raised her arms above her head, stretching her small breasts taut. With her long eyelashes fanning her cheeks, she watched as the girls, one on each side of her, lathered her slender shoulders, splaying their soapy fingers over her breasts, tweaking her nipples and giggling softly like young nymphs at play. Thayer, who had not seen his intended unclothed before this night, thought Xaviera a rare, exquisite sight to behold and his arousal was swift and intense in reaction. Her fine, white-blonde hair, newly washed and dried, was brushed til it shone with an almost lambent glow, shimmering ethereally around her, falling past her small waist, to trail in the water. His dark, hooded gaze touched upon her breasts, reminding him of two soft-petaled water lilies with tiny pink buds at their centers. His blood thudded in his veins like the call of a native drum. His gaze traveled slowly down her body, savoring every inch of her. She was as slim-hipped as a young boy, with a fine feathering of downy-blonde curls at the apex of her thighs. The giggling girls urged Xaviera's thighs apart, revealing the hooded, pink clitoris peeking out impudently from between her nether lips like a small, pink tongue, enticing him even further. As one of the scantily clad maids moved behind Xaviera, the other knelt in the waist-deep water at her feet, pressing a damp cloth against her. Thayer watched through narrowed eyes as Xaviera gasped softly at the intimate touch. He moved closer to the window, heard the light laughter of the serving maids, sounding like the trills of a bird in a far off tree. The young girl kneeling in the tub smiled up into her mistress's somewhat bewildered expression as the new, strange sensations of sexual arousal radiated out from between Xaviera's thighs to infuse her entire body. Unable to contain himself any longer, the raging heated need rising like an awakening serpent in his loins, Thayer quietly, stealthily, entered the gazebo without being heard by its lovely occupants. Unaware of their intruder, the two maids continued their gentle ministrations to the young mistress's body as Xaviera watched through lowered lashes, feeling their touch upon her wet-slick skin. When the daring, young girl at her feet dared to dart out the tip of her tongue to lick at the sensitive, delicate area blossoming from her nether lips, Xaviera's eyes flew open, her small mouth forming a perfect "o" of shock and surprise. . . . and saw Lord Thayer standing there just inside the open door of the bath house, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes smoldering with unfathomable desire. Giving a small gasp of alarm, Xaviera quickly lowered her arms to cover her breasts and pubis as the two serving wenches turned, shrieking their dismay and fright at the sight of him. Scrambling madly out of the marble tub, both girls tried to frantically shield their mistress's nudity with the nearest towel at hand. Thayer barely gave the two silly girls a cursory glance. His eyes continued to hold Xaviera captive as he commanded in a quiet, authoritative voice, "Leave us." "But, m'lord. . . . .!" one of the girls began to protest as she struggled to keep the towel from revealing any more their mistress than he had already seen. "Leave us!" he grated out harshly between his teeth, his cock pulsing with a deep-seated need for the female before him. The look he threw the two nervous girls, a look which had cowed many a man in his employ, suddenly had them bobbing a quick curtsy as they dropped the towel, scurrying from the gazebo like frightened mice, without a backward glance. Alone with her at last, Thayer did not move from his spot, but stood there, arms folded, legs braced in a wide, arrogant stance, his brooding gaze drinking in the loveliness before him as if he were a man parched with thirst. Slowly. . . . .like the delicate, shy opening of translucent butterfly wings, Xaviera lowered her arms to her sides. She was a fair, young daughter of Venus, newly born from the water from which she'd risen. She did not lower her eyes from his heated gaze or turn her head aside in embarrassment or shame, but looked back at him solemnly, her violet-blue eyes, two large, dark pools in which he let himself drown. At last, the hard, insistent pressure of his manhood, straining to break free of the confines of his braies, forced him toward her. His step was measured and deliberate, his eyes holding hers captive. He caught the delicate scent of her in his nostrils, like the stag scenting the doe deep in the forest. His cock seemed to point toward the young maiden as if it knew all on its own what it wanted and would not be denied. Above all, Thayer was a man who rarely denied himself a woman he wanted. Like his father, Bronwyn, before him, Thayer enjoyed and appreciated a woman's body, the way some men enjoyed and appreciated fine horse flesh. He savored the pleasure a woman's body offered him, the way a man savored a fine wine. He felt heady with desire and power, when a woman surrendered herself to him. He looked at Xaviera standing before him and knew he wanted to possess her, but more than that, he wanted to protect her as well. She seemed to him too delicate and vulnerable for this world. Yet, he wanted to mount her, to awaken in her body and in her soul all the sensual, erotic delights awaiting them both, and which, she could not conceive of at this moment. Thayer approached the lip of the sunken marble tub, his dark eyes reflecting the candlelight that flickered about the room. His eyes savored the length of her body, then swept upwards to meet her lambent, blue-eyed gaze with the dark intensity of his own. Wordlessly, Thayer reached out, easily spanning her waist between his large hands, lifting her out of the water. He raised her body slightly above him, so that her delicate feet dangled mere inches off the floor. Her hair fell in a gold-spun swath around her, her breasts, with their pointed, pink tips, trembling slightly, her flat belly quivering beneath the pads of his thumbs. Xaviera's slim fingers rested on his shoulders to help balance herself in his hold, her expression at once a mixture of awe, solemn expectancy, and virginal arousal. Thayer held her lightly. The feel of her small waist between his hands, the silken triangle of curls at the juncture of her thighs, the delicate scent of her, inflaming his blood. Unable to resist, he brought her closer to his mouth, ran the tip of his rough tongue between the folds of her nether lips, kissing the point of her clitoris peeking out of its hiding place. His fingers detected the shiver which coursed through her at his intimate kiss. . . .a kiss that staked his claim. He let her slide down the length of his fully-clothed body, letting her feel the hard muscle that rippled beneath the material of his shirt, the bulge pressing with exquisite pleasure against the cloth of his braies. Her feet touched the cool marble of the floor only long enough for him to sweep her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he strode with her across the room and behind the sheer gauze curtain. Thayer knelt, laying Xaviera so very gently among the down cushions. He looked down at her drinking in the sight of her lovely, slim body for as long as possible. . . . .before his arousal insisted he must mount her. He reached out to cup the gentle swell of one breast, continuing to hold her captive with his eyes. "Our contract is an old one, Xaviera." he stated arrogantly, claiming his right to her. "Your father has guarded your virginity until now, because that precious gift you bear within your body. . . . here," his hand slid warmly down her stomach, brushing through the downy curls sprouting between her legs to rest possessively against her moist cunt, "this belongs to me." he stated with male confidence. "The contract is signed. The banns have been announced. For all intents and purposes, you are my bride and I have the right to claim what is mine." Her breath caught in her throat at his touch. Her hips arched to accommodate his hand. "I had never thought to deny you, m'lord." Xaviera said with soft assurance. "I have known since I was a child that I was to be wed to you. I want no other." "After this night, you will truly be mine." His hand continued to linger between her thighs. "I will allow no man to ever touch you the way I do now, Xaviera. You will find I can be a kind and generous husband, but I would kill any man who dares lay a hand on you." His voice roughened with the image his words created in his mind's eye. "And I would horsewhip you for allowing it. Do you understand?" "I have loved you since I have been old enough to remember." Xaviera replied. "I would not dishonor you so, m'lord." "But you must understand further, my Xaviera, for a man it is different. A man has deep, unsatisfied lusts he must slake. Just as the stallion will take more than one mare into his harem, I, too, will have my own share of women. You must accept this." His hand pressed urgently against her. "I ask you now to accept this. You need never fear that I will cease to love you." he reassured her. "You have my heart and my life and you will never want for anything. . . . .least of all happiness." Xaviera gazed up at him with deep solemnity. "I accept your terms, m'lord, and I promise you this night, that you will never have cause to be disappointed in me. You will find in me nothing but the deepest love and loyalty and respect for you, m'lord. . . and my husband." He bent his head, taking her mouth in an ardent kiss. He crushed her into the softness of the cushions beneath her back by the force of his mouth, coaxing her sweet lips to open to his. His hand urged her thighs wider and she spread her legs for him, utterly submissive. Slowly, so very slowly, that she hardly realized it was happening, his fingers penetrated her. She was tight and wet, and Thayer enjoyed the small quiverings of her body as she felt this first invasion of her virgin womanhood. He teased the sensitive membrane lightly, with his fingertips, careful not to break her just yet. At his touch, a soft, unrestrained groan escaped her, and on hearing the sound, his cock strained painfully for release. Yet, still he did not take her. He held her fragile virginity literally at the tips of his fingers, and he was loathe to spoil her too soon. "Xaviera," he raised his head to look at her again, though he did not remove his fingers from within her, "have you never lain eyes upon a man unclothed before this eve?" "No, m'lord." A shy blush stole across her pale features, her slim hips arching against his hand. "My father would not have permitted it." "Do you know what happens between a man and a woman on their wedding night?" he continued his play with her. He was curious as to how much she knew about what occurred between the sexes, especially after witnessing her bathing ritual with the two serving wenches. "Y. . .yes, m'lord!" she gasped. "My father bade me watch the mating of the horses once." "And what did you see?" he smiled at the choice lesson Lord Malcolm had sought to teach her about the coupling of male and female. "The. . . . .the stallion's cock was manipulated by the stable hands. . . . .until his cock was hard and distended, m'lord." "And then?" he insisted, his fingertip caressing the delicate hymen, making her gasp breathlessly, her young breasts rising and falling rapidly. "And then. . . . .and then. . . . .the stallion was positioned behind the little mare and he. . . . ." "Yes?" "The stallion penetrated the mare, m'lord." "And what happened next, Xaviera?" he encouraged her, despite the becoming blush to her cheeks. "The. . . . .stallion. . . . .came, m'lord. He impregnated the mare." "There are different ways a man will take his bride's virginity, Xaviera. Tonight, I would have them all from you." "Yes, m'lord." she surrendered to his touch on an exquisite sigh. "When the wedding vows have been spoken, I will take you back to Belsoie and introduce you to many more sensual and erotic delights. I will show you my famous stables and my coterie of mares. You will be their mistress, as I am their master. You must command their admiration and respect." "I have heard rumors of your stables, m'lord." Xaviera replied. "I am anxious to see the mares you keep there." "Understand, my virgin-bride, they are not your rivals for my love. I reserve affection for them and I admit, I have my favorites among them. But you, alone, have my heart. You must understand this, if you are to be mistress of Belsoie." "I would not give you cause to find disappoint or envy in me. I will be your wife in all ways, m'lord Thayer. Starting tonight." Slowly, so as not to cause her undue pain, he withdrew his hand from her. She shivered at the sudden sensation of emptiness inside her body. Xaviera did not protest, as some women, Rosamunde in particular, might have done. Instead, she lay upon the cushions, her body aroused almost beyond endurance, as she waited complacently to see what he might want of her next. Thayer rose to his feet, swiftly drawing his shirt over his head. His chest and shoulders, hard-muscled arms, were darkly tanned, his skin gleaming in the light of the sputtering candle flames. Crisp, black sworls of hair matted his broad chest, tapering down his flat stomach to disappear beneath the waistband of his braies. He paused to gaze down at her. "Tonight, Xaviera, I will be your stallion." He held out his hand to her. "Come. . . . up on your knees, little one. Unfasten my braies. You must practice for the marriage bed." His eyes smoldered darkly into her own. "And I would feel your mouth on me before I take you." She took his hand to help herself up, and gracefully sitting on her haunches amid the plush cushions, she untied the laces of his braies with delicate, unsure fingers. As his braies split open, his cock sprang out between the parted material. "It pleases you?" he asked quietly, his hands resting on his hips as she gazed in wonder and delight at this part of the male anatomy she had never been allowed to see before this night. "Very much, m'lord." Xaviera answered, glancing up at him shyly. "Place your lips upon me." Reaching out to stroke her silken hair, Thayer cupped the back of her head to move her closer to himself. "Suckle me as you have seen babes suckle at their mother's breast." he instructed her. Tentatively, Xaviera obeyed, lowering her eyes so that her long, black lashes fringed her cheeks like tiny shadows of butterfly wings. Thayer guided himself inside her mouth and sucked in a harsh breath at the touch of her lips upon him. Her untaught mouth was warm and sweet, and not knowing any better, she suckled him greedily, like a hungry kitten, making small mewling noises in the back of her throat. Her tongue darted around him, lapping at him, stroking him, swirling around the thick, sensitive head of his cock. He pumped his hips, inching deeper into her mouth, careful not to thrust too hard and thus injure the back of her throat. He smiled down at her bent head, her eager mouth quick to take in all of him. She had an exquisite mouth, and though she did but know it, she was learning her first lesson well. He was going to enjoy teaching his young bride all the many ways to pleasure him with that delightful mouth of hers. Thayer could sense the arousal building within her, coursing through her. Xaviera's nipples were hard as tiny, pink pebbles. The lightest brush of his fingers upon her skin made her shiver and groan with need. At last, he held her head between his hands and slowly extracted himself. Her full, pink lips, slightly swollen from this, her first taste of a man, pouted prettily at being left empty. He smiled down at her. "There are many lessons to be learned this night. . . . .and for many nights to come. Lie back now and let your lessons in love-play begin." As Xaviera lay back amongst the pillows, Thayer followed her down, his big body looming over her slender frame. "Spread your legs wide, my heart. Let your body receive mine." He braced himself above her, his cock straining eagerly toward the plump, little cunt that awaited it. "There will be pain for you, Xaviera, when your virginity is breached. Let your body absorb the pain, then let the pain melt into pleasure as you feel me within you. Do not be frightened. It is only your husband who rides you well this night." Unafraid, but with inherent shyness, due to her maiden state, Xaviera splayed her legs for him, exposing the pink venus mound nested between her thighs. The tip of his cock sought and found entrance, easing in slowly. She was small, and so very tight around him, as he pressed upwards into her, hearing her soft moans of half-pain, half-pleasure. She turned her head aside on the cushion, but Thayer said, "No, do not turn away, Xaviera. I want to watch you. " Shyly she turned back to face him and he held her gaze with the dark passion in his own. Thayer encountered the fragile hymen that sealed her virginity exclusively for him alone. He hesitated for only a second or two, testing the tiny membrane, teasing it with the head of his cock. Xaviera groaned at the unaccustomed assault within her body. Her legs tried to close instinctively against him of their own accord, but she could not expel the male organ pushing inexorably up into her. His mouth captured her soft lips, stifling the groans emitting from the back of her throat. Lifting his head, his gaze burning into hers, he gave one cruel, hard thrust, breaking her virginity, blood spotting the cushions as he slid his full length within her. Xaviera cried out, her fingers fisting in the cushions, her hips arching in a futile effort to rid her body of the male invasion that was hurting her, but Thayer held himself still inside her, his cock impaling her, his body crushing her into the plush cushions as the tiny muscles of her newly breeched womanhood contracted deliciously upon him. Then, at last, she quieted, as the pain slowly ebbed, only the pressure and fullness of him feeling somewhat foreign and strange. Smiling into the wide, violet-blue eyes, Thayer began to move upon her, to thrust into her, her warmth and tightness making him ache exquisitely for his own fulfillment. The rise and fall of her breasts tempted him, and bending his head, he captured a small nipple between his teeth. He nipped and suckled at her, making her writhe and squirm against him, arcing her hips upward to receive his thrusts. His hands slipped beneath her, cupping her buttocks, raising her closer to himself, her soft belly pressing against his hard-muscled stomach, her small breast quivering at his lips. Thayer felt the welcome spiral of his own climax deep within his loins. He thrust harder, faster, heedless of her soft cries that were between protest and pleasure as he rode her body with abandon. His teeth bit down on the pebbled nipple and Xaviera cried out once more, her slim fingers tangling in his hair to hold him to her breast, until his lips sought hers again. Feeling his climax ready to explode from him, he raised her hips still closer against him, his fingers firmly kneading the tender flesh of her bottom. The bite of his climax hit him hard. He released her mouth, and giving a guttural, primal shout, poured his semen forth within her. His cock was still hard, even as he withdrew from her. Thayer saw the expression of disappointment cross her features and knew her own arousal coursed, unabated, like molten lava in her veins. He smiled down into the confusion marring her eyes. Now it was her turn to be rewarded. Thayer kissed her hard, then sitting on his haunches, his cock already dancing in anticipation, he bade her roll over onto her stomach and prop herself up on her hands and knees. Warily, Xaviera complied, uncertain of his intentions. "Do you know how lovely you are, Xaviera?" he murmured into her ear, his body covering hers in this ignominious position. "You were so beautiful at the moment of losing your virginity. I could feel your body tremble with the exquisiteness of it. You gave me great pleasure. And you shall give me more this night. Yet, you are wondering if that is all there is? I assure you, 'tis not. You have not yet experienced the fullness of your own sexual release, which in itself is another way your virginity must be broken." He reached beneath her, caressing her small breasts in the palms of his hands. "You have the prettiest little breasts, my Xaviera. They fit perfectly in my hands. And your nipples were made for a man to suck." He heard her groan beneath him, as much from his words, as by the feel of his fingers plucking at the pink nubs. Her body ached unbearably for a release she could not name. The ache centered heavily at the sensitive mound between her legs. His large, warm hands continued to play with her breasts, feeling their weight, squeezing them at will, with strong, sure fingers, tweaking the hardened nipples, at first lightly, teasingly, then pinching them hard, making her gasp and moan. His body lay half over hers as he knelt between her parted legs, his cock riding upright between the cheeks of her rump. His chest was warm on her back, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered to her, "Your lessons in love play are only just beginning, my sweet Xaviera. Listen to me carefully now. I want you to lay your head on the cushions, with your arms stretched above your head. Keep your back arched so that this pretty rear of yours is perched in the air. . . . .and spread you legs as wide as you can stand it." Her body trembling, Xaviera murmured in soft desperation,"I. . .I. . .am. . . afraid, m'lord." His dark brows drew together in a frown and she detected a tone of reprimand in his voice. "You want to please me, do you not, Xaviera?" "Y. . .yes, m'lord. . . . .with all my heart." "Then, do as I say. There is nothing to be frightened of. Your body craves its release and only I can provide it for you. That is why you tremble so." Hesitantly, Xaviera slid the upper half of her body down to hug the cushions. Thayer raised himself upright, giving her ample room to position herself for him. Her slim arms stretched out on either side of her head, her fingers fisting into a handful of plush pillow as she did so. Thayer's fingers splayed themselves over her trim buttocks, encouraging her to raise her hips higher, to spread her legs wider. Her body was stretched taut, vulnerable to his every touch and manipulation. "I am going to give your body the release it wants so badly, Xaviera." he stated quietly. "And your body is going to feel very, very good. However, I do not want you to move. Even if you feel compelled to do so, you are to remain absolutely still. Do you understand?" "Y. . .yes, m'lord." came her muffled reply. "I want you to enjoy the pleasure of my touch on your body. Let your body absorb the pleasure the same way you absorbed the pain of your lost virginity moments ago." His hands idly stroked her skin. "And when you are lost in the throes of ecstasy, I am going to take you another way, in another place of your body, where your virginity is sealed tight." His hands began to lightly massage her buttocks. "Do you remember the position of the stallion when he coupled with the mare?" he asked. "Yes, m'lord." "And where was he?" "B. . .behind the mare, m'lord." "And that is where I will be, my love. You may experience a slightly greater pain than before when I take you again, but this time, your body's pleasure will outweigh the pain, I promise you. But you must not move. You would not want to spoil your pleasure, would you, sweet?" He smiled behind her, his fingers stroking the delicate crack of her rear. "N. . .no, m'lord." "Then be still. . . .and enjoy." His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks directed at him so enticingly. Thayer eased a hand between her thighs, running a finger almost casually along the silken fold of her nether lips, feeling her moistness there. Xaviera shuddered, burrowing her head deeper into the cushion as his fingers sought, then found, the engorged clitoris blossoming from her pink mound. Xaviera felt his questing fingers against her, letting out an inescapable cry as he used two fingers to manipulate her, the heated juice of her passion pooling into his hand as he massaged her. She struggled to remain as still as possible, but the unrestrained cries he aroused from her, she could not hold back, making her entire body tremble with an unknown fear and excitement. Thayer spoke behind her, even as his touch continued to wreak havoc within her. "Let me hear you, Xaviera. I want to hear you. Scream if you must. There is no one else to hear." His fingers pressed insistently against her, a tiny wave of pure, erotic ecstasy washed through her. . . . .and she did scream then. . . . .a small, frightened scream, laced with unleashed desire. Suspecting her orgasm was near, Thayer banded an arm around her hips to help hold her still, as her climax rose to unbearable heights. His cock caressed her between her legs, kissing the small mound with its length and thickness, heightening her arousal. In moments, he felt her body go rigid, her small hands clenching the cushion she held with such ferocity as she reached her pinnacle of fulfillment. She screamed aloud her release, uninhibited, without shame. . . . .and taking his advantage, Thayer slipped his cock into her, feeling the spasms of her climax contracting around him. He greased himself well, then sliding out of her, the thick head of his cock prodded at the small, rose-puckered anus as he held her slim hips immobile between his hands. He pressed against her, breaking through, sliding his full length into the tiny, tight opening that widened to receive him. Xaviera felt him there, in that forbidden place, felt the tremendous fullness of him. . . . and the pain that followed. He filled her so completely, the pressure of him inside her so exquisite, that Xaviera could not resist nuzzling her bottom against him, forgetting already his recent admonition not to move. Both of his hands grasped her hips to hold her firm, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She was utterly at his mercy, the way the young mare had been at the mercy of the stallion in the paddock. "Ah, my precious!" Thayer ground out between his teeth at the intensity of his own pleasure. "Your body is so taut, and yon nether mouth so tight upon me." He withdrew his cock to the very tip, fascinated, as her pink anal opening closed around the head of his penis like a little mouth, sucking on him. Then he thrust into her, making Xaviera gasp, crying out with shock as his length and thickness filled her. But gradually, as he continued to withdraw and thrust. . . . .withdraw and thrust. . . . .her cries softened to moans of pleasure. Thayer felt his orgasm rising, wanting to burst from him. He held her hip with a firm, controlling hand. Slipping his fingers between her nether lips once more, he found her clitoris, disgorged from the silken folds of flesh, trembling with eagerness and want. He teased it unmercifully and Xaviera came at once, screaming out her ecstasy and release. She butted up against him, causing his own passion to spill unexpectedly. His pelvis rocked against her buttocks, his cock continuing to thrust inside her, until the strong spasms subsided. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her, collapsing back upon the cushions, one, large hand caressing the tender cheek of her sensitive rear. Thayer allowed both himself and Xaviera a moment to regain their equilibrium. Xaveria remained on all fours, her body still adjusting to the mix of pain, pleasure, fullness, and emptiness which had assaulted her this night. At last, Thayer rose, and gathering the girl in his arms, carried her to the sunken marble tub. The water was slightly tepid now, but bearable, and he eased them both down into the water, cradling Xaviera against his chest. He reached for a cloth which had been thrown in haste on the edge of the tub by one of the startled wenches when he'd surprised them earlier. Gently, he began to bathe Xaviera's body. "How do you feel, my love?" he asked, pressing the soft cloth to the underside of her breast. "I. . . . .am. . . . .sore, m'lord." Xaviera replied shyly, clasping her arms about his neck and leaning slightly away from him as Thayer moved the cloth to her other breast, then sliding it down to her belly, where he idly poked a finger into her navel. He smiled with male arrogance. "As you should be. Your husband is well-endowed." "I. . . . .never realized a man would want a woman. . . . .in the way you took me . . . .the last time." Xaviera felt a blush stealing over her wan cheeks at her bold words. Thayer's lips turned up in a mysterious smile. "Spread your legs on either side of me so that I may wash you." he ordered. She did as he requested and he pushed the cloth between her nether lips and up inside her before replying. "A man will take a woman's body in many fashions, my dove." He continued to push the cloth upwards into her, making her wince a little at the twinge of pain deep inside from his use of her. Removing the cloth, he reached around to cup her buttocks. "Hold tight to me." Pressing her small breasts flat against his chest, she clasped her arms about his neck, and closing her eyes, felt his finger, wrapped in the soft cloth slowly enter her anal passage. She was tender and sore there as well, but he ignored her discomfort, pushing up inexorably, moving his finger inside the tight orifice to thoroughly cleanse her. Normally, Thayer would leave the bathing and bodily care of his mares to his trusted stable hands. But this was Xaviera and she deserved his most intimate attentions. "Do you. . . . .do you. . . . .use your mares in like manner, m'lord?" she dared to ask, although his ministrations left her breathless, the small anal muscles contracting around his fingers, instinctively wanting to push it out of her, but Xaviera struggled to hold still for him as his finger moved deeper inside of her. "I use my mares in many fashions, Xaviera. That is only one of them. After a while, you will become used to my particular tastes and needs. When we have been married for a time, you will come to know what I desire. It may be another female body," his finger scooped around inside her again and she shuddered against him, "or it may be a favorite position I prefer. Or any one of a hundred other desires I may crave on any given night." He withdrew his finger from her, tossing the cloth aside. His hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her back to face him. He smiled, then kissed her soundly. "But all that is for another time. . . . . when we are wed. For now, I require a good night's rest. And you will sleep well also, after the thorough mounting I've given you this night." The candles had all burned low, the wicks guttering in melted pools of wax, casting wavering shadows around the bath house. Shivering, she proceeded up the steps of the sunken tub ahead of Thayer. He admired the slender curve of her back, the straight, slim hips, the long swathe of blonde hair that reached nearly to her ankles as they retreated once again behind the gauze curtain and their makeshift bed of cushions. They lay together, with her head pillowed upon his chest. Within moments, Xaviera's eyes grew drowsy, her body satiated and replete. She slept the sleep of the innocent, nestled against her lover-husband.

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