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to make a potion to prevent her womb quickening.
    She caught a startled breath as his oiled finger pushed deeper into her bottom.
    “One day you’ll be ready to take me here,” he whispered huskily. “But you must be readied first.”
    Deorwynn bit down on her lip and groaned as his finger stretched out the tiny opening between her buttocks. His thick cock throbbed inside her sex, as if to comfort for the other intrusion. And then, with his other hand, he reached under and stroked her filled pussy, his callused fingers exerting steady pressure. Soon she felt those warming waves again and she pushed back, her cheeks slapping into his groin. He laughed, deep and lusty, as his other finger played inside her anus.
    “Splendid. You’ll soon be ready for all of me, but not yet tonight. For now this must suffice.”
    A second wet finger joined the first, crowding into that small puckered hole.
    He kissed the nape of her neck, holding his fingers inside her, keeping them still, giving her a moment to grow accustomed to this new sensation. Then he began moving them in and out, slowly fucking her tight backside with those two long fingers. The pain became a scalding rush with a flutter of fierce pleasure at the end of each forward parry.
    She laid the side of her face to the furs on the bed and gave herself up to it, her bottom in the air, her knees spread wide. His cock now joined in the rhythmic motion, every rub of his engorged shaft passing in and out of her labia causing a quake that shook her entire body, making her cunny pulse, gripping his cock ever tighter.
    He cursed, thrusting his fingers faster and deeper into her anus, unable to restrain himself it seemed. And she silently thanked those nuns for teaching her to withstand pain. Meanwhile he was balls deep in her pussy, his heavy seed-bags spanking her, making a wet, smacking sound to compliment his ferocious growls and her low gasps. She squeezed down again, trying to hold him in for longer, welcoming the burn in her ass because of the pleasure that quickly followed. He chuckled at her eagerness, marveling aloud at how well she matched his passion. He called her his beautiful little pussy cat and stroked her thighs, her belly, her breasts. He licked her spine, the fingers of his free hand mercilessly playing the hot pearl at the crest of her labia, making her come again and again, as his cock pushed in and out.
    She was exhausted, shaking. Her knees no longer felt the fur coverlet; she was lifted, secured on his lance, his thick thighs under her, the muscles tense. She had no control. When she begged him not to make her come again, he merely kissed her nape and worked his fingertips faster, his sweating chest curved against her back.
    “My wicked little cat,” he gasped into her veil. “I will do as I please because I am your master now.” He rubbed her aching core, taking her to pain and then beyond, while the fingers of his other hand finally slid out of her bottom and spanked her hard. “My naughty, naughty wench.”
    Was he punishing her for something? Hard to tell when it made her entire body float blissfully into some other realm of more intense satisfaction than she’d ever known.
    A second later, both hands gripping her hips, he jerked frantically and planted his seed in her, yet again, to overflowing.
    She tumbled forward onto the bed and he came down on top of her, rolling almost at once onto his side, bringing her with him, wrapping his arms around her. She lay quietly, listening to his breath, trying to steady her own.
    It was not fair. He was a glorious lover and she hated him for it. Her body was entirely at his mercy and he’d done things to her that she didn’t even know were possible until now. And then he’d spanked her! How dare he? Her backside must still be blushing from the sting of his palm. Suddenly she felt his lips there as he kissed her smarting flesh and ripples of pleasure trickled through her core.
    Again she lectured