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Chapter 2 - A Goddess Unbound
Gan pushed himself hard. His body, naked from the waist up, was sheathed in a layer of sweat. His lungs were aflame as were the muscles in his legs. Gan ignored the pain and pushed himself past the west entrance for the fifth time.
As he ran, his mind wandered back to the night before.
At first, when hed caught Birgit, shed been ashamed and shy. But quickly, it seemed as though she had found her courage. Shed met Gans gaze flatly.
I believe my husband pays you to guard, not to rut with whores while we sleep defenseless. Shed said, her tone hard and challenging.
Gan became aware that he could still feel the moisture of Corys sex on his cock. He also realized he did not know how to respond.
She was no whore, he began but Birgit waved him silent. She was not looking for excuses. What then?
I found myself awake and in need of refreshment. She said, shifting her stance. Gan let his eyes wander over her form. She was not the slim and muscled type like Cory had been. Quite the contrary. Full and well curved, she was more the type of woman Gan preferred. He could see the outline of her ample breasts beneath the light wool nightgown that she wore. Her bare legs were milky white in the dim torchlight of the stall.
The water jug is back here, Gan said, moving toward the back of the coach. Birgit followed. Finding the jug, he fished two clay mugs out of the dining chest and poured. Birgit accepted a mug and drang deeply.
Who was that woman? She asked after emptying her mug. Her voice had lost its edge of harshness.
A fellow sellsword, Gan said. Ive worked with her in the past.
Birgits eyebrow arched and a smile cracked her lips. Is that what you call it? Working? She laughed. Now it was Gans turn to blush.
I think she was lonely. Gan said but didnt elaborate. Birgit nodded.
Gan refilled her mug and they drank in silence.
My husband didnt make it back to our stall, Birgit said finally. He is probably passed out with a head full of Dhurma seed. Her eyes flashed with anger. It makes him impotent.
I never could stomach the stuff. Gan said. Takes my edge away and leaves me heaving for hours.
Well, since hes not here, that means Im in charge. Im the boss. She said. Gan looked at her questioningly.
I suppose it does at that. He said and gulped the last of his water.
Good. She said and stepped forward. I could tell by your performance with that other woman that you have no problems with impotence. Still holding her mug, she reached down with her left hand and cupped his manhood. And the sheer size of you. This was little more than a whisper.
Gans cock began to stir and Birgit smiled.
Take your breeches down. She ordered. Gans brow lifted.
Now. She added.
Well, Gan thought, shes the boss.
He pulled the laces of his breeches and let the cloth slide down his legs. Birget smiled as she looked down at is hardening cock.
This makes my husbands flaccid prick look like little more than a nub. She said, tugging on his shaft.
Gan grunted. Her hands were soft and warm the opposite of Corys sword-calloused digits.
Birgit let go of his cock and gestured toward the water jug.
Take that jug and sit down on that stool. She said. She wasnt barking orders, but she wanted Gan to know she was in control. He followed her directions.
Birgit retrieved a washcloth from the dinner chest and tossed it to Gan.
I want you to was that woman off of you so I can get you dirty again. Birgit said and knelt down in front of him to watch.
Gan dipped the washcloth into the water jug and slowly rubbed it along his now fully hard cock. Taking his time, he cleaned up and down the shaft and around the head. As Birgit watched, her hand slipped beneath her gown and Gan could see flicks of movement as she played with herself.
Dipping the cloth again, Gan moved down to his testicles, rubbing each slowly. Finally, he tossed the cloth aside and hefted the water jug over his crotch, sloshing water over his manhood and thighs.
Birgits eyes were glazing as she played with herself. Gan stood up before her.
All clean, maam.
Birgit pulled her hand from beneath her gown and Gan could see the wetness coating her fingers. Slowly, she licked her fingertips the whole while staring up into Gans eyes.
Lay down. She breathed. Gan complied. She stood and moved over him. From this angle, Gan could see up her night gown. She was gushing wet.
Birgit knelt down and, grasping Gans cock, guided the head to her wetness. The tip slipped in and Birgit moaned deeply. Gan could feel her tightness clamping around his cock. She would have to take this very slowly.
She continued to slide him deeper inside of her inch by slow inch. Gan looked up at her and in the low torchlight, he thought she looked like a goddess. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples hard against the fabric of her gown. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as if concentrating deeply. Her pussy was like a vice around his cock.
With a final push, Birgit took the last inch of Gans monstrous cock inside of her. An orgasm rippled through her whole body, her mind exploded into a billion shards of pleasure. Gan felt her body shutter.
Her eyes still closed, she whispered. Fuck me. Fuck me now.
Gan was all too eager. He gripped her ass and lifted her up until she he was most of the way out of her only to thrust up to meet her again. Brigit gasped as his cock thrust into her.
Gan watched her tits bounce as he thrust into her over and over. He started slowly, but built up speed as her moans and cries became more urgent. With each thrust, her velvet pussy squeezed and milked his cock.
Picking up the pace, Gan felt himself start to sweat. Birgit cried out as she came again, her head thrashing left to right, her hair wild and out of control. Watching her put him over the edge and he thrust himself into her where he came hard and long.
Overcome, Birgit collapsed forward onto Gans chest and lay panting as her orgasm subsided. Gan lay beneath her, staring at the curved brickwork of the ceiling. Outside, the rain had dropped off almost entirely and Gan but the wind still gusted powerfully.
After she didnt move, Gan worried tha Birgit might have fallen asleep. He rested a hand on her hip which caused her to stir.
Mmmm, she whispered as she pulled herself up. The lids of her eyes were heavy and she wore a sleepy grin. Birgit stood and watched as Gan got up. She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips.
Thank you. She turned and moved to the door of the coach. Gan watched her climb inside and close the door behind her.
Two lonely hearts comforted in a single night, Gan thought. Not bad.
Gan counted his tenth lap and, huffing deeply, he slowed and finally stopped. It was a bell shy of midday and Gan knew it would be time to leave soon. The winds had calmed after blowing the storm further east and now the sky was clear and the sun warm on his skin.
Gan walked through the west gate of the caravanserai. Most of the other merchanteers had packed up and gone already. Telor hadnt arrived back at their stall until the sun had already risen. Looking haggared and exhausted, hed dragged himself directly to his cot in the coach while Birgit fed the children. Gan had known it would be hours before Telor awoke.
No words were spoken between Birgit and Gan in the morning, but she had given him a lingering, wistful smile when no one was looking.
The smile of a goddess, Gan thought.
Back in the stall, Gan saw that Telor was awak and preparing the caravan for departure.
Ahh, Gan! He said, spotting him from the coach. I trust all was quiet last night?
Gan nodded as he slipped his shirt on. Very quiet. The rain must have kept the thugs away. He untied his horses reigns and launched himself into the saddle.
Telor barked a few orders and the caravan slowly began to pull out of the stall; the coach in the lead followed by the supply wagon. Gan waited until they were all clear and followed at the rear.
As they pulled clear of the west gate, Gan settled in for a solid afternoon of riding. With any luck, theyd cross the Rubicon sometime before nightfall allowing them to make camp in the sheltering foothills of the Valkor mountains.
And hopefully the rain stayed away for a few days.
Chapter 2 - A Goddess Unbound
Gan pushed himself hard. His body, naked from the waist up, was sheathed in a layer of sweat. His lungs were aflame as were the muscles in his legs. Gan ignored the pain and pushed himself past the west entrance for the fifth time.
As he ran, his mind wandered back to the night before.
At first, when hed caught Birgit, shed been ashamed and shy. But quickly, it seemed as though she had found her courage. Shed met Gans gaze flatly.
I believe my husband pays you to guard, not to rut with whores while we sleep defenseless. Shed said, her tone hard and challenging.
Gan became aware that he could still feel the moisture of Corys sex on his cock. He also realized he did not know how to respond.
She was no whore, he began but Birgit waved him silent. She was not looking for excuses. What then?
I found myself awake and in need of refreshment. She said, shifting her stance. Gan let his eyes wander over her form. She was not the slim and muscled type like Cory had been. Quite the contrary. Full and well curved, she was more the type of woman Gan preferred. He could see the outline of her ample breasts beneath the light wool nightgown that she wore. Her bare legs were milky white in the dim torchlight of the stall.
The water jug is back here, Gan said, moving toward the back of the coach. Birgit followed. Finding the jug, he fished two clay mugs out of the dining chest and poured. Birgit accepted a mug and drang deeply.
Who was that woman? She asked after emptying her mug. Her voice had lost its edge of harshness.
A fellow sellsword, Gan said. Ive worked with her in the past.
Birgits eyebrow arched and a smile cracked her lips. Is that what you call it? Working? She laughed. Now it was Gans turn to blush.
I think she was lonely. Gan said but didnt elaborate. Birgit nodded.
Gan refilled her mug and they drank in silence.
My husband didnt make it back to our stall, Birgit said finally. He is probably passed out with a head full of Dhurma seed. Her eyes flashed with anger. It makes him impotent.
I never could stomach the stuff. Gan said. Takes my edge away and leaves me heaving for hours.
Well, since hes not here, that means Im in charge. Im the boss. She said. Gan looked at her questioningly.
I suppose it does at that. He said and gulped the last of his water.
Good. She said and stepped forward. I could tell by your performance with that other woman that you have no problems with impotence. Still holding her mug, she reached down with her left hand and cupped his manhood. And the sheer size of you. This was little more than a whisper.
Gans cock began to stir and Birgit smiled.
Take your breeches down. She ordered. Gans brow lifted.
Now. She added.
Well, Gan thought, shes the boss.
He pulled the laces of his breeches and let the cloth slide down his legs. Birget smiled as she looked down at is hardening cock.
This makes my husbands flaccid prick look like little more than a nub. She said, tugging on his shaft.
Gan grunted. Her hands were soft and warm the opposite of Corys sword-calloused digits.
Birgit let go of his cock and gestured toward the water jug.
Take that jug and sit down on that stool. She said. She wasnt barking orders, but she wanted Gan to know she was in control. He followed her directions.
Birgit retrieved a washcloth from the dinner chest and tossed it to Gan.
I want you to was that woman off of you so I can get you dirty again. Birgit said and knelt down in front of him to watch.
Gan dipped the washcloth into the water jug and slowly rubbed it along his now fully hard cock. Taking his time, he cleaned up and down the shaft and around the head. As Birgit watched, her hand slipped beneath her gown and Gan could see flicks of movement as she played with herself.
Dipping the cloth again, Gan moved down to his testicles, rubbing each slowly. Finally, he tossed the cloth aside and hefted the water jug over his crotch, sloshing water over his manhood and thighs.
Birgits eyes were glazing as she played with herself. Gan stood up before her.
All clean, maam.
Birgit pulled her hand from beneath her gown and Gan could see the wetness coating her fingers. Slowly, she licked her fingertips the whole while staring up into Gans eyes.
Lay down. She breathed. Gan complied. She stood and moved over him. From this angle, Gan could see up her night gown. She was gushing wet.
Birgit knelt down and, grasping Gans cock, guided the head to her wetness. The tip slipped in and Birgit moaned deeply. Gan could feel her tightness clamping around his cock. She would have to take this very slowly.
She continued to slide him deeper inside of her inch by slow inch. Gan looked up at her and in the low torchlight, he thought she looked like a goddess. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples hard against the fabric of her gown. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as if concentrating deeply. Her pussy was like a vice around his cock.
With a final push, Birgit took the last inch of Gans monstrous cock inside of her. An orgasm rippled through her whole body, her mind exploded into a billion shards of pleasure. Gan felt her body shutter.
Her eyes still closed, she whispered. Fuck me. Fuck me now.
Gan was all too eager. He gripped her ass and lifted her up until she he was most of the way out of her only to thrust up to meet her again. Brigit gasped as his cock thrust into her.
Gan watched her tits bounce as he thrust into her over and over. He started slowly, but built up speed as her moans and cries became more urgent. With each thrust, her velvet pussy squeezed and milked his cock.
Picking up the pace, Gan felt himself start to sweat. Birgit cried out as she came again, her head thrashing left to right, her hair wild and out of control. Watching her put him over the edge and he thrust himself into her where he came hard and long.
Overcome, Birgit collapsed forward onto Gans chest and lay panting as her orgasm subsided. Gan lay beneath her, staring at the curved brickwork of the ceiling. Outside, the rain had dropped off almost entirely and Gan but the wind still gusted powerfully.
After she didnt move, Gan worried tha Birgit might have fallen asleep. He rested a hand on her hip which caused her to stir.
Mmmm, she whispered as she pulled herself up. The lids of her eyes were heavy and she wore a sleepy grin. Birgit stood and watched as Gan got up. She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips.
Thank you. She turned and moved to the door of the coach. Gan watched her climb inside and close the door behind her.
Two lonely hearts comforted in a single night, Gan thought. Not bad.
Gan counted his tenth lap and, huffing deeply, he slowed and finally stopped. It was a bell shy of midday and Gan knew it would be time to leave soon. The winds had calmed after blowing the storm further east and now the sky was clear and the sun warm on his skin.
Gan walked through the west gate of the caravanserai. Most of the other merchanteers had packed up and gone already. Telor hadnt arrived back at their stall until the sun had already risen. Looking haggared and exhausted, hed dragged himself directly to his cot in the coach while Birgit fed the children. Gan had known it would be hours before Telor awoke.
No words were spoken between Birgit and Gan in the morning, but she had given him a lingering, wistful smile when no one was looking.
The smile of a goddess, Gan thought.
Back in the stall, Gan saw that Telor was awak and preparing the caravan for departure.
Ahh, Gan! He said, spotting him from the coach. I trust all was quiet last night?
Gan nodded as he slipped his shirt on. Very quiet. The rain must have kept the thugs away. He untied his horses reigns and launched himself into the saddle.
Telor barked a few orders and the caravan slowly began to pull out of the stall; the coach in the lead followed by the supply wagon. Gan waited until they were all clear and followed at the rear.
As they pulled clear of the west gate, Gan settled in for a solid afternoon of riding. With any luck, theyd cross the Rubicon sometime before nightfall allowing them to make camp in the sheltering foothills of the Valkor mountains.
And hopefully the rain stayed away for a few days.
PS- your son is beautiful~