Chapter 11

"Odin's spear!" Thorburn exclaimed. "That was some cocksucking! I've never felt someone's throat open as did yours to take all of me. I would have wagered you could nae have gotten more than half in your mouth, but you took it all. Well done, lassie, well done."

Stuart petted her hair while saying, "It was something she stumbled into naturally on our wedding night. I would nae have believed it until it happened."

Ailene felt perverse pleasure at his comment, somehow glad that she could make him proud by properly sucking Thorburn's cock. What was wrong with her.

"And her ass is also a thing of beauty," Frang chimed in, "and well poised to bring a man tremendous pleasure. The feelings were exquisite when she clamped down on me as she spent. I don't believe I've ever had better. You should use this before much longer, Stuart. It is well worth the ride."

They wiped themselves off and both Thorburn and Frang ran their hands down her back, over her still flaming ass, and down her legs as they headed for the door.

"We leave you to it, Stuart," Thorburn called out as he left the room. "You've got a wonderful woman there and we're glad you shared."

"Please let me up, husband. I'm sore and tired and I would go to bed now," Ailene said. "It's been a long and trying day."

"In just a moment, love. There's one more thing that I must do before you're released," he replied.

He took a clean cloth from the cabinet, and kneeling down in front of her, he wiped the drool and cum from her mouth, cheeks and chin, then kissed her, softly upon her lips. She was almost too tired to kiss him back, her thoughts and emotions fragmented from her experiences that day. He then went between her legs and wiped the remains of Frang's load that was dribbling from her battered hole and down the crease of her sex. When it was wiped clean, he kissed her gently there as well. Very tender he was, knowing how much pain she'd undergone first from the strapping, then the fucking of her virgin asshole.

When he was finished, he returned to the cabinet and removed a small vial from one of the shelves. "There's salve in here to soothe your bottom," he said.

He went between her parted legs and she felt him pour some of the liquid on her flaming red cheeks, still burning from the severe strapping she'd had. His hands were gentle as he massaged the oily liquid into her ass cheeks. The salve did provide relief from the pain and soothed the fire emanating from her bottom.

"It feels much better now," she said. "You can let me up now, Stuart."

"That wasn't the one thing that I had left to do. You canna imagine the arousal I felt seeing your naked bottom get strapped and seeing your release while Thorburn fucked your mouth and Frang your ass. I'm so hard right now, it feels like it will burst."

With that, he plunged his rigid member into her moistened sheath, all the way to the hilt in one pile driving motion. Giving her no time to adjust to the sudden invasion, he was seesawing back and forth, plundering her body with a violence she'd never felt from him before. In and out, pistoning into her like a madman. Her nerves and senses already balanced on the edge of a precipice, his brutal taking of her so soon after her previous orgasm spun up her arousal by a factor of ten. Soon, she was panting. She felt the butterflies swirling that promised an explosion of monumental proportions. The heat generated from the strapping was no worse than the heat her body was generating as her husband rammed repeatedly into her. All sensation, all feeling centered in her sex then spun out like a pinwheel to all other parts of her body. Building, building, like no other arousal she'd ever experienced before. Her sex leaked her copious juices, slicking the way for his rampant penetration. Each time she reached a peak from which she expected to spiral down into her orgasm, it only plateaued for a moment, before climbing again.

Stuart had never felt as hard and filled with lust as he was now. The vision of his beloved, spread naked on the table while her ass was paddled a fiery red, then surrendering herself to the fucking administered by his brothers had opened primal doors within him. Despite her acceding to his demands, his wishes; seeing her cum from other men's cocks engendered the desire to reclaim her again as his own. He was her husband, he was her master, and she needed to be reminded of it right now. She had to be shown that no one could ever fuck her, ever love her, like he could. And the only way he believed he could do that was to punish her with his cock, right now, make her orgasm as she'd never orgasmed before, and never would again unless it was with him. He was so close to release himself, but he held back, wanting her to cum before him, knowing that it was him and only him that lifted her to those heights of passion.

"Tell me you want me," he said. "Let me know you belong to me."

"Fuck me, Stuart! Fuck me harder! Show me who is the master! Fuck meee!" The last "me" changing into a mindless moan as it left her mouth.

And he did. Over and over, he hammered his way into her cunt, like a blacksmith striking a piece of metal to turn it into a sword. He was rewarded with the sound of her moans, her groans, her ragged breathing, the sheen of perspiration forming on her back, the way her sheath clung to his prick as he withdrew and parted when he slammed home, laying his claim on her body, marking her as his territory.

"Know that I love you, and that it will ever be so, and I hold you mine," he panted fiercely. "I may choose to share you with my brothers, but you're my wife, mine, mine, MINE!" With each "mine" he thrust even harder.

The dam burst. All the pressure building up finally released, sending Ailene into dizzying spasms of almost torturous rapture. She cried out, "I yield myself to you." Wavelike spasms caused the muscles of her sheath to contract, almost painful in their intensity. As she contracted, she felt Stuart cease his thrusting, stiffen and swell even more within her and a flood of hot, sticky cum merged with her own, coating them in wetness. He let out a strangled cry, his orgasm almost as wrenching as her own. When his prick had no more cum to spurt, he collapsed on her back, his legs no longer with the strength to support him.

He lay there, his head on her back and kissed it, tasting the sweat that formed there during his violent lovemaking. When he had the energy to rise, once again he wiped her off, removing the traces of their passion from her. When he was finished, he removed all the bindings pinning her to the table. He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his arms, her head curling into his shoulder, both exhausted from the intensity of their sexual joining.

"I've got to say, having you tied down, your body open, unable to resist anything I may want to do to you is a most enticing picture. I was hard as soon as I saw you with your legs spread out, waiting for your punishment. I imagine it's even a prettier picture if you were on your back instead of your stomach. I may have to bring some ropes up to our bedroom and test out that theory," Stuart said.

"Nae tonight, husband. Not another thing tonight. I'm wrung out. I can think only of sleep."

"Aye, a wee sleep with you sounds most inviting to me as well."