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The Contest of Wills

By: Snowmaiden



Background : These characters are from a fantasy fiction novel that I hope to publish one day. In a moment of boredom, I wondered what a bedroom scene between them would be like, and came up with this. It will never be part of the finished piece but I thought it might be appreciated here. 

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Aurora is a former peasant who has been taken in and tutored by a powerful wizard named Ahern. When she was fifteen, he married her to legally transport her across the border of their war ravaged country. Their relationship was purely platonic, more teacher-student than anything as he began teaching her the sword and magic, grooming her to be head of an army one day to overthrow the tyrannical queen who has taken over their country. 

Aurora is now eighteen and considered a prodigy in the skills of a warrior. However, she is inexperienced sexually, despite having experimented a bit with a young man of whom she is quite fond, whose name is Rhys. Rhys has gone south to join the rebellion and Aurora has begun to realize that she is in fact in love with Ahern, her teacher. Ahern is old and cynical, an ancient warrior who once held the country in terror. Having changed both his ways and his name, he has lost interest in 'deflowering virgins' as he puts it. 

Aurora grows frustrated when he spurns her advances and resigns her position of captain of the militia that belongs to the lord that she and Ahern are attached to. When she threatens to leave Ahern and head south to the rebellion, they have a huge argument. Ahern is furious that she is willing to throw everything away because of an infatuation that she has for him, and in a moment of intense heat, finally snaps..

If anything, this scene is about Aurora, who is very proud and fears no one, learning to submit to the one person who can still keep her in line, during an encounter that she refers to as a 'contest of wills.'

"Fine." said Ahern, as something dangerous sparked in his eyes. I wouldn't have had the chance to retreat if I'd wanted to. Quick as a striking snake, his hand shot out and he tangled his fist in my hair. My resignation notice fell out of my hand and went fluttering to the floor. The loose knot in the sash of my dressing gown untied and the robe came open, revealing my nude body beneath. "I groom you to run the army which we have been building together and you decide to run off because your hormones are out of control?!" Ahern snarled in my face. "Fine. You want it? You're damn well going to get it."

Jerking hard on my hair, he shoved me to my knees before him and started unfastening his pants. Any wild ideas I had of fighting him died instantly as I realized what he had in mind. Looking up at the angry look on his face, I knew he was going to make it as hard on me as he could, but I didn't care as long as I ultimately got my way.

He yanked my face close to his crotch, but I hardly needed any urging. He was thicker than Rhys had been, and hard as a rock. I was absolutely dying to wrap my lips around him. I went to work immediately, sucking him hard and fast. I was a woman possessed, unable to get enough. I took him deep into my throat, choked slightly, but repeated the maneuver all the same.

"That's not a virgin mouth." said Ahern darkly. "If I'd known you were this talented at sucking dick, I'd have given in to the temptation long ago. Who have you been practicing on?"

I was far too preoccupied to answer. I kept sucking him with abandon, my lips sliding eagerly up and down his hard, thick erection. His taste and scent were even better than I'd imagined.

"Maybe that's why your men like you so much." Ahern continued harshly. "Been sucking them all off, have you? Maybe we could raise money for the war effort by offering your services to the nobles."

I didn't answer. I sucked harder instead.

"You're having way too much fun." said Ahern, pulling me off him by the hair of the head. His penis came out of my disappointed mouth with a loud pop. "You slut." he said, looking down at me in a scathing sort of way that I knew was mostly due to his anger with my resignation, than disgust with my adeptness at pleasuring him. Once more he pushed his erection into my mouth with the quiet command "Hold still and take it." Then he drove himself all the way down my throat until his balls rested against my chin. I choked, but he held me still by the hair of the head, forcing me to accept the assault.

I didn't care. I had wanted him too much for too long, and I was willing to have him at any cost. If he needed to be forceful, if he needed me to be submissive, then so be it. Everyone else around the castle jumped at my word. The turnabout was fascinating. 

In that moment of resolution, I allowed all will, all desire except that which I had for Ahern, to drain out of me like water from a glass. I held still and let him use me for his pleasure, concentrating on not choking as he roughly thrust into my throat. 

"Cock sucking slut. You like it don't you?" he asked, seeming to take half his pleasure from scolding me. "If I'd known you were such a whore I'd have been fucking you right along. Bet Rhys never gave it to you like this, did he?"

Ah. So he'd figured out who I'd 'been practicing on'. Well, Ahern was no idiot after all. He half smothered me as he pushed in so deep that my face was pressed into his dark patch of pubic hair. He held still for several seconds while I struggled not to gag and to keep breathing. 

He began thrusting again with renewed vigor, his balls smacking heavily against my chin. My throat was burning but I knew he was getting close to finishing. I could tell because he was swelling and thrusting with more violence. My heart sped up with the desire to taste his seed in my mouth, but he robbed me of that pleasure. At the last moment he pulled out and splattered my face with semen instead. There was so much of it, and sticky ropes of it oozed from my forehead to my nose and smeared my cheek.

When he was done, he yanked me to my feet and dragged me to the dressing table, pushing me nose to nose with my reflection in the mirror. "Look at yourself." he said severely. "You nasty, cum faced whore. I should take you down to the barracks and let the men mark you too."

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, at the white fluid slowly drying on my face, and this time it was my eyes that snapped with sudden resolution. "If you wish.." I answered with a touch of my old fire. "Whatever you can dish out, I can take. I don't care as long as I'm not a virgin any more when you're done."

His eyes were quite wild as I watched him in the mirror. "Think you can take it, do you? Whatever I want? We'll just see, shall we? Don't move and don't wipe your face. You look good with your face plastered in semen. No pretenses -- you look like the slut that you are."

"How about you give me some more?" I challenged him.

"Oh I'm going to give you something." he said darkly as he headed for the wardrobe, shedding the remainder of his clothing as he went. 

I couldn't see what he was doing, but I recognized the soft metallic clink of his belt buckle as he removed it from its hook. Oh, so he wanted to play that game did he? Fine. I was no stranger to pain after so many years as his student in the arts of both the sword and magic. He had taught me that lesson well. As I watched him approach me in the mirror with a supple leather belt in his hand, I wondered if sex was a contest of wills for everyone, or just us.

"Take off that robe." he said quietly.

I did as he asked, standing naked before him without shame. Hanging open as it had been, the dressing gown had been of little use anyway. I watched him smugly in the mirror. His dark eyes were smoldering, and the hand that wasn't holding the belt was idly sliding up and down his renewed erection.

"You're insolent, Aurora." he pointed out. "That's my fault for teaching it to you. On the other hand, I never taught you how to be a slut. So....you sucked off Rhys did you?"

"Yes. Right here in this room. And in the stable, and in the woods, and once up in the north tower in that alcove outside the sunroom. I enjoyed it immensely." I answered fiercely.

"Apparently. So you didn't fuck him?"

"No. I was saving that for you."

Ahern laughed, a bitter mirthless laugh. "You might just regret that. You know I do like a woman with a nicely tanned ass."

"I told you -- whatever you want. You made me what I am, Ahern...you won't break me."

"We'll see." he answered, but his eyes glittered with a touch of the old pride in his prize student, just before they went dark and hard again. Goosebumps charged up and down my spine as he caressed my back with the end of the belt. His other hand was still stroking his erection.

"You're bigger than Rhys is." I told him as he trailed the edge of the belt over the soft swell of my backside and down one of my thighs. "Want me to suck it for you again?"

"Later." he said shortly as the edge of the belt prodded between my legs. "What a slut you are, Aurora. You're soaked. You really do need a good whipping, don't you?"

My swollen clitoris was throbbing at the feeling of leather caressing my slit. "If you say so."

"Ask for it. Face me, get on your knees, and beg me to whip you."

After that horrible trip north, I had sworn that I'd never beg for anything again so long as I lived. I found the very idea repulsive, and after all -- he had trained me that way. He had instilled me with a sense of stubborn, unyielding pride. That was probably why he was watching me deliberate with an expression of mild amusement. 

But I wanted him too badly. The desire could not be denied. Cheeks pink against the white fluid still drying against them, I got on my knees before him. He was still stroking his erection and I was half mad to taste it again, but I knew that it was my submission that he wanted. Feeling very embarrassed, I quietly asked him to whip me. 

A slight smile curled his lips. "Is that what you want?"

"If that's what it takes to get you to fuck me." I snapped.

"You aren't convincing me." he laughed. "I said 'beg'. Show me that you really want it."

Very well then. With a haughty toss of my head, I leaned down with all the dignity I could manage and kissed one of his feet, slipping my tongue between each toe in turn. Above me, I heard him give a sharp intake of breath and knew I had won a point. "I want you." I told him in complete sincerity. "Whatever it takes. If you want to be rough, fine. I love you and I know you love me -- romance is rather redundant. If spanking me arouses you, then I want you to flay me with that belt until you're ready to explode. I can take anything you can give me, and I want to." Incredibly, I suddenly did want it. Badly. I licked the supple leather of the belt, letting my tongue just graze his fingers. "Please. Knowing that you want it makes me want it too. It's beyond wanting....I need it. I'm begging you to whip me, Ahern."

"A kinky slut like you deserves it." he said quietly.

"If you say so. Please Ahern?"

He seemed to be enjoying dragging it out. "Please what?" He asked, watching me through slightly narrowed eyes as his hand lazily slid up and down his erection.

"Remind me that one person is left in the world who can still bring me to heel." I said huskily.

"Since you ask so eloquently, turn around and bend over the table. Press your dirty face to the mirror."

Trembling with lust, I got to my feet. "Don't be gentle." I said thickly.

Ahern laughed. "I won't. You know full well that gentleness has never been one of my faults. Feel free to cry all you like, but if you fight me, I'll tie you down. You don't want me to have to do that."

The words that came from me next were not the words of a sorceress and army captain, but those of a naughty little girl. "I'll be good."

"Slut." he answered. "You deserve this."

I watched in the mirror as he doubled the belt and drew back his arm. His free hand was still stroking his erection as his arm drew back, and swung through the air as he brought the belt squarely across my backside. It took all my self control not to jerk to a standing position. Stubbornly, I gripped the edge of the table and spread my thighs wider. "Feels good." I said insolently. "Do it again."

He obliged, landing the second one just below the first. It stung like fire but I facetiously asked for another. It was after the third one that I made the mistake of asking if that was the best he could do. He didn't even dignify it with an answer. His only response was to start flaying my backside like there was no tomorrow. 

I held out for as long as I could, but it wasn't long before I began to cry. Ahern, being Ahern, showed absolutely no mercy. If anything, it aroused him more judging by the vigorous way he was stroking himself with his free hand. Watching him turned me on so much that the pleasure of it helped me bear the pain.

Nevertheless, I continued to cry, silent tears giving way to genuine sobs. Stubbornly I held still for it, clutching the edge of the table with white fingers as the whipping continued. "This is how whores get treated." he told me as he brought the belt down across my back. "Not so smug now are you?"

I didn't answer. I buried my face in my arms and stayed quiet. It was oddly arousing at the same time, turning all control over to Ahern, completely losing my will to his. My backside was on fire and I knew with dead certainty that he was going to leave marks that would remain for days. Good. It would be a testament that I had held my own in this battle of wills.

It seemed to go on forever. Ahern was brutal in his thoroughness, lavishing attention on my back and thighs too. The more I cried, the more it seemed to arouse him. He was trying to break me and I was hell bent not to let him.

Suddenly, abruptly, it stopped. 

My legs were shaking and I sank to the floor. He wound his fist in my hair again and turned me to face him. Leveling his penis in front of my nose, he continued to masturbate. "Get ready you slut." he ground out just before a burst of semen exploded on my face, dribbling down over my mouth and chin. I moaned in pleasure, licking up as much of it as I could. 

"You like that, slut?" he gasped.

"Yes!" I shouted back.

He finished by spilling the last gush of semen on my forehead and then let go of me with a shove the made me reel backwards. My face was positively sticky with his fluid and I loved how nasty it felt. Every time he called me 'slut' it made my clitoris throb.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he asked.

"I like it any way I can get it."

"I never had you figured for a cheap slut. Fuck, but I love the sight of a woman drenched in my seed."

"Give me more." I told him.

"Oh I plan to." he said, but at that inopportune moment someone knocked at the door. I froze in horror, but Ahern laughed and called for them to wait. Crooking a finger at me, he bade me to follow him to our washroom which adjoined our bedroom. "Stay here. Don't wash your face and don't move. When I come back I'm going to take that virginity you're so keen to get rid of."

I listened while he answered the door and struck up a conversation with a voice that I recognized as belonging to my second in command. Ahern's tone was vaguely amused and I knew he was enjoying making me wait. 

If I'd thought that the interruption would kill my arousal, I was wrong. My clitoris was throbbing like my backside was stinging. My inner thighs were soaked with my own juices. I was half mad with lust by the time he returned, undressed.

"I hope you didn't open the door that way." I said.

"I have to piss." he told me, an evil smile crossing his features. "Hold it for me."

"If that's what you want." I answered, though my face was burning. 

It was degrading, but turned me on all the same. I held his penis in both hands and directed it toward the chamber pot. I watched in fascination as a steady stream erupted from it. It took quite some time and I was aware that he was watching me with a slightly insolent smile on his face. 

"Did you enjoy your whipping?" he asked when he was done.

"It hurt."

"That was the idea."

"Why? Do you want to do it again?" I asked, inwardly praying that the answer was no.

"Do you want me to?"

"If you want to."

He laughed. "You really do want to stay on my good side, don't you? I'm enjoying it immensely. No. Not now. Another time. Come to bed. I want you to show me how much you want me to fuck you."

I watched him bend over the edge of the bed. Glancing over his shoulder at me he directed, "Lick my asshole."

"There are no limits to your imagination apparently." I said wryly. 

"I know all sorts of good games. Get over here now."

It was a mark of how badly I wanted him that I obeyed. I spread his cheeks with my fingers and licked the entire length of his crack from bottom to top.

"Fuck yes." he groaned. "Don't stop."

He was getting turned on, and it was turning me on. I knew he was stroking his penis again as I buried my face against him and probed his anal opening with my tongue. Submission had a power of it's own I was discovering. Being able to drive him up a wall was an intoxicating feeling. I made love to him with my tongue, licking and probing with complete abandon and no shame until he gasped for me to stop.

"You are such a slut." he told me.

"For you."

"I guess I've made you wait long enough. Bend over and spread your legs for me."

Shaking with anticipation, I did as he bade. He stood behind me and placed his hands on my hips. "I do love a woman with a red ass and a semen covered face." he said. Without warning he ripped through my hymen, tunneling through my warm, wet depths at last. "How's that?" he hissed in my ear.

"Feels good. Don't stop." I gasped.

Keeping a firm hold on my hips he started pounding into me like a wild animal. It reminded me of watching horses breed. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing because he grabbed me by the hair again like he was holding the reigns of an especially wild mount. 

It wasn't lovemaking...it was fucking...with him ramming into me so hard that his balls were slapping against me. I arched back against him in a silent plea for more, coming with a sudden violence as I screamed his name and clawed wildly at the sheets. 

He tugged harder on my hair and slapped my chafed bottom with his bare hand. His thrusts were becoming more violent to the point that the heavy oak bed was shuddering under the force. It was all I could do to stay on my hands and knees. "I'm going to cum." he ground out.

"I want it on my face again." I told him, knowing it would turn him on.

"Get on your back." he said breathlessly as he got off me.

I did as he asked and he straddled my face, shoving the full length of his penis down my throat. He resumed his violent thrusting, his balls slapping against my chin as he humped my face. All at once he pulled out and exploded all over my nose and mouth. Incredibly, the feeling of warm fluid oozing down my face made me cum again too. "Swallow it." he ordered, and I caught as much as I could in my mouth, held it there to enjoy the taste, and obediently swallowed it down. 

That's the last thing I remember before I blacked out. 

I woke to a sensation of the gentle rasp of a washcloth on my face and the scent of rosewater. My eyes opened to find Ahern looking slightly concerned and shamefaced. "I went too far, didn't I?"

"You've convinced me to burn my resignation."

He smiled. "I have another interesting game to teach you."

"Oh?"

I watched as he moved down between my legs and teased my clitoris with his tongue. 

"Whatever you want." I told him as I laid back among my pillows.

The Contest of Wills Ch. 02



Lords and ladies whirling on the dance floor. Swishing taffeta, glittering jewels, laughter, heavy perfume...civilized life. I hate it all. Still, I had to attend social functions now and then by way of courting support for the war effort. 

Right. Why should any of those fine lords and ladies care about the misery of the southern provinces? It wasn't affecting them. They could just go about their comfortable, repressed, pathetic little existences while others were starved, raped, and murdered at the far end of the kingdom. Idiots.

I slipped from the ballroom without anyone noticing. I had no idea where Ahern had disappeared to and knew he'd disapprove of my early exit. If he caught me, he'd probably drive his wayward protege back to the ballroom. All the more reason to get on horseback and get away from the estate for an hour or two.

Guards respectfully snapped to attention as I passed them, my long silken skirts billowing out behind me. "Captain."

I scarcely glanced at them but I did note that some of them had vaguely sly smiles on their faces. Was it the dress? I was going to have to work them twice as hard the next time I drilled them. Maybe a week of field exercises....

Dress, petticoat, stockings and annoying corset all went flying in different directions once I reached my chamber. I replaced them with riding pants, a loose cotton shirt, and boots. Then I headed for the stables.

I just might get away with sneaking off, I reflected as I shut the door behind myself. Turning around, I watched as a lithe, dark figure melted out of the shadow of the tack room. Only one person I knew could move with that kind of silent grace. Damn it.

"Hello Ahern."

"You're supposed to be in the ballroom impressing the nobles with your wit, talent, capability, and charm."

"No." I said, putting my foot down. "I've had it for the night." Ahern is my best friend, husband, and mentor. He really doesn't have any say-so over what I do anymore. Not legally -- not since I made captain of the militia. Only Lord Mulchay really has the right to give me orders. Still, it's rare that I cross him because he does have his ways of demonstrating that he can, in fact, still keep me in line when he wants to.

"No?" he asked, looking amused.

I would have to get past him to get to the horses. I could tell by the subtle clues of his body language that he wasn't going to let me. We watched each other, sizing one another up. Some day I'm going to best that man. Some day....but that night wasn't it.

I'm not sure which of us drew our blade first, but they clanged together and sparks flew. Ahern laughed. It really annoys me when he does that. We danced around each other, me concentrating on all the things he's taught me...things that seem to work on everyone but him. It was obvious from the effortless way he was meeting me and the amused expression on his face that he could take me any time he wanted to. 

"You're getting angry." he pointed out as he blocked on of my moves as carelessly as one might swat at a fly.

It was a dirty move, but I decided to cheat and use magic. That was my first mistake. Saying the word of power aloud was the second one because it alerted him to what was coming. He met my trademark blast of fire with a gust of wind that rebounded it on me. It scalded my hand, making me drop my sword. His blade was at my throat in a fraction of a second and I was on my knees.

"Now what to do with you?"

I rolled my eyes, taking note of a barn owl sitting in the rafters, watching us with vague disinterest. "I am not going back to the castle to that stupid ball."

"No? You may be captain of the militia, you may even be able to best Domnall Mulchay on occasion. You may have immense skill and talent, but you will never best me."

I didn't reply as the tip of his blade slipped underneath one of the buttons on my shirt and sliced it off.

"Ahern!" I exclaimed in annoyance.

"I rather like you on your knees, you know."

"Yes. I do know. Just you wait....one of these days."

"Be quiet. You've been getting much too bold with me lately. I've been far too indulgent. I think it's time that I reminded you of which of us is the dominant one."

"Not here, please. Someone could walk in."

"I will enjoy you any place I feel like it, Aurora. You were the one who insisted on taking our relationship to this level, if I remember correctly."

"Tell you what....let's go for a ride instead."

"A ride is exactly what's on my mind just now. Only not the sort you're thinking of. Remove your shirt."

"Not here. Someone could come in. My men...."

"Would enjoy the scene to no end. I know because I've bragged to them enough."

Surely he hadn't. Had he? Was that the real reason for the smug smiles on the guard's faces earlier? A month of field maneuvers then. Assholes.

"I could invite your lieutenant to watch." Ahern cheerfully suggested. "Maybe after I finished using you, I could let him have a turn."

"I might not be able to kill you, but I could sure as hell kill him."

In response, Ahern sliced off another button.

"Ahern!" I spluttered, though I couldn't help laughing a little. "I like this shirt."

"I know."

"Fuck you."

"Take off that blouse or I'll remove it myself."

Surely he wouldn't. But the look in his eye told me that he would. "Not here in the stable. Let's go up to our chambers."

The sword was at my throat again. He exerted just enough pressure to back me into the nearest corner. "Yes. I've let you have your way entirely too much. It was much easier back when you were an apprentice. "

A deft motion with the sword sliced off all my remaining buttons. The light material of the shirt fell open, exposing my heaving breasts. I wasn't afraid he'd seriously hurt me, but I was reminded afresh of just what he was capable of. Ahern likes his sex rough, and the more annoyed his is, the rougher he is.

Ordinarily I wouldn't have minded at all but the stable was a public part of the grounds that anyone could enter at any given time. There were certain situations in which I felt that the captain of the militia should not be seen But he had that look in his eye that clearly said that if I didn't give it, he'd take it. Considering the result of our previous sword fight I knew it was pointless to argue. 

"Fine." I said, unfastening his pants. His cock sprang free and despite my current aggravation, I also felt a sudden twinge of lust. If someone came in and saw this....

He was already hard as a rock. Bringing me to heel arouses him almost as much as the actual act of sex does. "Good girl." he said as I wrapped my lips around his cock and began sucking. "Nothing I love more than being pleasured by a woman while I hold her at sword point. I don't see why you wanted to resist -- you know you love it. "

That was true. I love how he tastes, how he smells...how it feels when warm liquid explodes in my mouth. The crotch of my riding pants were already soaked through.

"I think after this I'll take a riding crop to you." he said thickly. "It will be fun to watch you drill your men with the flesh of your backside chafing. I'll bet they'd be willing to pay me for the enjoyment of watching me whip you."

Of course I didn't answer. I was too intent on what I was doing as I slid my lips up and down his cock. Sometimes I can get him off in minutes. Other times he purposely holds back and makes me work for it. I had a feeling this was going to be one of those times.

He still had his sword at my throat but was holding it more loosely. I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I serviced him. He entertained himself by telling me that I'm a slut and speculating on how much fun my men would have with me if he took me to them naked. He wouldn't dare...I think.

Gradually his grip on the sword became more lax and his breath came more quickly. I sucked him hard and fast although I knew he was annoyed enough with me that he'd eventually take matters over himself. Sure enough. he stopped me by tangling his fist in my hair and tilting my face up to look at him. With his other hand, he rubbed his cock against my cheek, still wet with my saliva.

I knew what was coming and patiently waited until he was done teasing. 

Opening my mouth obediently I closed my eyes and tried not to gag as he rammed his entire length straight down my throat. He held still for a moment or two, his balls against my chin, looking down at me as if daring me to protest. When I didn't he began fucking me, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts as he continued to invade my throat.

I closed my watering eyes and concentrated on relaxing and not choking. I've gotten to be an expert at it over the last year or so because he's given me plenty of practice. There have been a few times when he's woke me up by unceremoniously straddling my face and ordering me to open my mouth. Then he humps my face just as if it were my pussy. It used to annoy me but lately I've begun to enjoy it. 

He kept a tight hold on my hair and continued grinding his hips into my face. Finally he gasped out an obscene invocation to the gods and pulled out of my mouth to shower my face with his seed. My fingers stole down between my legs and rubbed my wet crotch through my pants. I love it when he does that and he knows it.

"Ahern, please fuck me." I begged.

"Not now. Come here." he said, gesturing me to follow him into the tack room.

"Are you going to whip me?" I asked as he shut the door behind us.

"Yes. I told you that I'm going to remind you of your place. You may run the militia, but you don't run me."

"With your belt?" I asked hopefully as I watched him drop his clothes on the floor.

"You like that too much." he told me as he removed a riding crop from a peg on the wall. "Take down your pants and bend over that saddle there."

I hesitated. "Couldn't we do this in our chambers?"

"I could invite someone to watch." he suggested. 

"I'm the captain and...."

"I know who you are. You are my wife among other things. " he said with a touch of anger. "That comment just made the difference between chafed flesh and welted flesh."

He was capable of it too. I seriously thought of drawing my sword on him again but it was laying on the floor with my pants. "Fine." I said in a snotty tone. And removed my blouse with a graceful shrug. "My back too then."

I didn't wait for a response as I turned to face the saddle, bending over it sideways. 

"You're wicked, Aurora."

"Just get it over with and fuck me. I know that's the only way I'm going to get it."

He laughed, and I heard the cop whistle shrilly through the air. He'd never used one on me before and I was not prepared for the sharp sting that blossomed across my skin Yelping, I stood up straight only to find myself roughly pushed back down by the usual fist wound in my hair. "If you do that again you won't be able to sit for a week. Clear?"

"Yes. I'll hold still." I promised. Then, because the arousal between my legs was steadily growing, I added quietly, "Please don't stop."

"No fear of that." he answered with an evil laugh.

The crop whistled through the air again, but this time I was ready for it and managed to hold my position. What followed was nothing short of merciless, but then it always is. He wouldn't be Ahern if he wasn't. And I, his student, who he'd run ragged during training in my apprentice years, wouldn't have been myself if I hadn't been able to take it. One reason we're the perfect match.

The first time we'd played this particular game had been on the night he'd taken my virginity. I'd goaded him into it and gotten what I deserved. Since that night my senses of pain and pleasure have gotten mixed up somehow. Well, half the court thinks Ahern and I are both insane anyway. Maybe we are. What matters is that we love each other. If he feels the need to occasionally assert his dominance of me then I don't mind so long as lots of wild sex follows.

My mind was wandering and he knew it. How does he always know? He brought me back to the present by bringing the riding crop stinging across both thighs. I decided I did not like the riding crop half as well as the sharp slap of that leather belt of his. It felt more like being cut than slapped and Ahern never holds back. I think it hearkens back to the caveman days of his angst filled youth when he pillaged his way across the countryside taking women at leisure. 

I closed my eyes and concentrated on holding still for him. I could sense his arousal as the crop landed harder and faster to what I knew was approximately the same pace he'd be using if he was fucking me. My own arousal grew to meet his even as my bottom and back stung like fire, but mostly the former. As he's fond of reminding me, "I love fucking a woman from behind when she has a chafed bottom...especially when she loves it too." Love is a strange thing.

Quite suddenly, the flaying stopped. I stood up, wiping away tears, but perhaps not genuinely chastened. He doesn't want me to be a subdued dishrag like those ladies in the ballroom anyway. No...he wants something else completely.

What followed was something that might be best described as a wrestling match. By then I was quite wild, my pussy just aching to be filled by him. We kissed hotly while I struggled to remove whatever clothes he had left while he struggled to get control of the situation again. His hands roughly fondled my bruised backside but I didn't care.

"You're such a whore." he breathed into my ear.

"I'll give you 'whore' I snapped back." as I wrapped both hands around his cock.

"Please do." he laughed, and pulled me to the floor.

Another wrestling match ensued. He was trying to get on top of me and knee my legs apart as I sunk my teeth into his shoulder. "Bitch." he growled, and twisted my nipple painfully.

"Yes." I gasped, and managed to roll so that I could straddle him. Without ceremony I impaled myself on his waiting cock. He squeezed my breasts roughly while I paused for a moment to savor the feeling of finally being filled and stretched by him. 

I dug my nails into his shoulders as I rode him hard and fast like one of those prize horses he loves so much. He pulled me closer and latched onto one of my nipples with his teeth, biting down hard. My hips pumped faster in response as I ground myself against him, feeling every inch of his hardness deep inside.

I came violently, screaming his name loud enough that it would be a miracle if they didn't hear it all the way in the ballroom. My fingers tangled roughly in his hair as I rode him, desperate to wring out every last bit of pleasure that I could.

I didn't collapse on top of him. I looked down at him smugly. "Thanks for the fuck." I told him lewdly.

"My turn." he said, laughing. "You know what I want."

"Yes." I agreed. Getting off him I positioned myself on all fours, stretching luxuriously like a jungle cat as I angled my hips up in invitation.

He paused to slide a finger between my wet folds and to feel the red marks that crisscrossed my bottom. "Very nice, Aurora."

"Did you enjoy whipping me?" I asked, knowing that thinking about it would turn him on more.

"Very much." he answered, tracing a red line from one side of my bottom to the other. 

"I love you, you know."

"You must to put up with me." came the wry response. He wound his fist in my hair and grazed the back of my neck with his teeth, paying me back for earlier.

I moaned and arched my back, straining my hips toward him in a silent plead for him to fill me again. He laughed and rammed himself deep inside, all the way to the hilt. I screamed and would have lost my balance if not for his grip on my hair.

"Some day...." he said evilly, his teeth biting down on my shoulder, "I might decide to share you with another man. Would you do that for me?"

I gave an involuntary shiver of curiosity mixed with interest. "Maybe."

He fucked me long and hard, sometimes swatting my bruised backside, sometimes pausing to sink his teeth into tender flesh. It's very rare that Ahern makes love. Generally sex between us is dirty and rough....which is fine with me.

When he sensed I was getting ready to climax again he cruelly decided to withhold it from me. Rolling me onto my back he pushed my knees up to my chest and used me in that position. Every now and then he'd slap my breasts and make them bounce or nip one with his teeth. 

The combination of his size, hardness, and maleness simply pushed me over the edge again despite his effort to prevent it. My fingernails scratched wildly at the floorboards as I screamed out curses and invectives that would have made the proper ladies in the ballroom shrink in terror. Those poor, repressed women. None of them had ever gotten it this good.

Ahern cursed too as I felt the warm gush of semen pouring into me. Afterwards, he looked at me and laughed. "I'd advice you to wash your face before you go back up to the castle."

I'd completely forgotten the mess he'd made earlier and knew I must look a sight.

"Ahern....were you serious about what you said earlier?" I asked, watching him dress. "About sharing me?"

He paused by the door and shrugged, a wicked smile tugging the corners of his mouth. "I'm going up to our chambers. You can take that ride now if you want."

"I've had enough riding for tonight, thank you."

"You're welcome dear."



The Contest of Wills Ch. 03



All was quiet save for the scurry of small animals, the deep hooting of owls, and the crackle of the fire. Well, there were also the horses munching on oats but I've gotten to where I hardly notice Ahern's darlings anymore. Sometimes I half suspect that he loves them more than me. 

I was glad of the fire because of the chilly air wafting down out of the mountains beneath which we were camped. And too, it was pleasant company while Ahern was out prowling, doing whatever it is that he does when he goes out into the woods at night. Just one more nocturnal predator slinking around the forest. 

Lord Mulchay would have had a conniption if he'd known about this little scouting excursion. If not for Ahern's friendship with him he'd have tossed us out of court long ago. That, and the fact that Ahern and I had built the militia into the capable fighting machine that it now was. So far it had been a deterrent against any hostility on the part of the usurper. So far.

Lithe and lean, Ahern emerged from the trees as silently as a spirit. He blended into the woods so well that he seemed a natural part of it. A switched dangled casually from his hand.

I hate it when he uses a switch on me. The belt I like with it's snapping leather and the soft metallic clink that it makes when he unbuckles it. It's even better when he lets me remove it for him. But I hate switches. Switches sting and cut and put me into a rare agony that leaves me begging for mercy. Of course he never has any and begging and tears turn him on. 

I kept my expression coolly impassive so as not to betray my concern. I was still recovering from the paddling he'd given me just a few days ago. He had come home from breaking in a new horse in an especially foul mood. It was my own fault I suppose for volunteering. He looked like he would benefit from it and knowing that I'd get a long, hard fuck afterward was enticement enough for me. I had overestimated his annoyance and the paddling had been much more severe than I'd counted on. Still, I hadn't been disappointed afterward when he slammed me up against a wall and fucked me until I screamed.

Nevertheless I would not have volunteered had I known I'd be taking a lengthy trip on horseback just a few days later. 

He sat down across from me with a smug look in his face as though daring me to ask about the switch. I decided that I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Had a comfortable ride?" he asked casually

"Of course." I answered in the same tone. Two could play that little game. 

"Do you know it would interest me very much to see you naked right now?"

"Would it?" I asked, my voice full of unconcern.

"It isn't so very cold by the fire."

"You take your clothes off then."

He laughed. "I would enjoy feeling your lips wrapped around my cock." he told me. "You have a very talented mouth."

We were out in the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles. I felt a stir of interest. I know many women don't, but I love pleasuring my husband that way. Still, his words reminded me of a rumor I'd been hearing around the castle lately. "Is that what you told the innkeeper's daughter down in the village?"

Ahern laughed again. "No. She propositioned me actually. Business is slow and she's taken a side job."

Somehow this did not annoy me as much as it should have. "Does her father know?" I asked, curious.

"Actually, it was his idea to put her to work. I told him that I'd send some of the militia that way."

"And it doesn't bother him?" I asked, incredulous.

"Why should it? They need the money and she's not a child. It goes on all the time, Aurora. She's not too bad either."

"Is she?" I asked, curious. I knew I should be angry but a voyeuristic interest was rising in me. 

"She was a bit shy at first but she warmed up. I've heard that she was a virgin until about a month ago and that her father sold her virginity to one of the lords. I'm not sure which although I have my suspicions."

I shook my head in disbelief that they could all be so casual about it. 

"It goes on all the time." he reiterated. "It's just sex. If she wants to sell it, why not? Does it bother you that I fucked a whore?"

"I know that you love me so what you do with her doesn't matter." I said after a moment of reflection. "Did you...were you rough with her the way you are with me?"

"Of course not. I save that only for you." When I had no response to this he added evilly. "She has a quiet little room on the top floor. Her mouth is very warm and soft but I don't think she likes to swallow."

"Silly girl. That's the best part."

Ahern smirked. "Come over here and warm both of us up." he suggested, slowly unfastening his pants and removing his erection which had been growing during our discussion of his adventure with the innkeeper's daughter.

Laughing, I knelt down between his knees. My hand slid up his strong, lean thighs, tightly encased in their doeskin riding breeches. 

"Worried about the switch?" he asked.

"Should I be?" I asked, stroking his cock with one hand. 

"You tell me."

"Ahern....you know that it....turns me on." I softly admitted, blushing with the confusion of it.

"I know. But I was very hard on you the other day."

It was the closest to an apology I'd ever heard him come. So he felt guilty. "I love you." I told him before sliding my tongue along the underside of his erection.

He leaned back with a sigh, gazing up at the stars. He didn't seem to be in much of a hurry so I took my time, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and rolling his balls in the palm of my hand.

"No whore in the world could ever be better than you." he told me. "It's the difference between wanting to be paid and wanting to enjoy oneself. Are you wet?"

"Yes." I sighed, pausing in my ministrations just long enough to answer.

"Good. Oh fuck..."

This last was in response to me drawing his cock into my mouth and sucking on it with all my strength. He tangled his fingers in my hair, gently pushing it away from my face so that his view was unobscured. 

I made love to him with my mouth as my own arousal continued to grow. Pleasuring him only fed it, making me throb all the more. I used both my hands and my mouth to torment him, gradually taking him deeper and deeper until his pubic hair ticked my nose. I moaned, purposely sending gentle vibrations thrumming to each sensitive nerve ending. 

Even Ahern in a generous mood was not generous enough to warn me before he came. I was ready though for the delicious flood of creamy fluid. The taste of ihim almost made me climax too. I swallowed greedily, loving every moment. Locking eyes with him I lewdly held a little of it in my mouth before swallowing it too with a flourish.

"Do you know we could quite possibly fund the war effort that way?" he facetiously suggested, casually reaching down to pull up my shirt so that it bunched underneath my arms and exposed my breasts. "Much better. Very pretty. I'm serious -- I would love watching you suck another man's dick."

"Maybe I want to watch you with one of your whores." I shot back, not to be outdone.

"I'll have to see what I can arrange."

For a while we sat together contentedly, gazing into the fire. Then, "Aurora. I want you to take off your clothes."

"It's cold." I protested.

"I'll warm you up."

He was probably going to tan me with the switch. Nevertheless, I obeyed, governed by lust. The chill of the air raised goosebumps all over my body.

"Turn around."

I complied.

I felt his hands gently caress my backside, soothing the marks that the earlier paddling had made. "You'd let me do it again right now, wouldn't you? And you'd probably be wet throughout. You're really one of a kind --- and wet right now, too."

"Being naked around you has that affect on me, you see." I said, my tone slightly sarcastic.

"A new game." he said, as I found my wrists being bound together above my head. I waited in puzzlement as he removed cord from his bag and artfully tied it around my torso so that my breasts were squeezed painfully together and bulged.

"You have lovely breasts. The innkeeper's daughter doesn't compare." he assured me.

He laid me down on the ground and I shivered with the cold. "Fuck me." I said.

"I want to play." he vetoed. Reaching into the bag again he came out with a pair of small clamps joined by a fine chain which he placed on my nipples. They bit into my flesh but the pain was erotic.

"You planned this." I realized aloud.

His reply was to tweak one of the clips with one hand while he fondled my pussy with the other. Pain and pleasure all at once. It was a worse torment than the belt, the cane, the paddle and the switch all in one. Agony and ecstasy melded together until I wasn't sure where one began and the other left off. I cried out for more and I wasn't sure if I was asking for him to tighten the metallic clasp on my nipple or caress my throbbing clitoris.

To make things worse, he was hard again, and the sight of his erection drove me mad.

"Ahern...I want you." I gasped.

"Not yet." he answered, giving both nipples vicious twists.

Tears smarted in my eyes making the stars above swim in my vision. Ahern paused to stroke himself, turned on by the reaction. "How does it feel?" he asked.

"It feels good --- more."

He lifted the chain that connected the clamps, suspending my breasts painfully. His other hand stroked back and forth between my legs as he fucked me with his fingers. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Don't stop." I panted.

Naturally he did. He moved to straddle my face and I opened my mouth to receive him. For a few moments he thrust into my throat, much more gently than he usually does, but with just enough force to reinforce the fact that he was in charge. I wished I could touch him but with my hands bound, I could only lay still and let him have his way. 

He stopped before climaxing, and returned to torturing my breasts. I shrieked in pain as he roughly jerked them off and then took the switch to them. He did so very slowly and gently, just enough to make my skin sting pleasantly. "Fuck me please..." I begged in growing desperation.

Leaning over me he sucked on one of my nipples, soothing it for a moment before biting down. His fingers were plunging in and out of my pussy again as his tongue licked the soft swell of one of my breasts before he bit down on the other nipple too. It was like the pain of the clamps but better, because it was him. "Harder!" I cried, not sure if I meant the finger fucking or the erotic hold that his teeth had on my breast. He obliged with both. I screamed as my pussy convulsed around his fingers, frightening an owl who flew away from a nearby tree. 

Ahern returned to stroking himself, looking down at me with feral eyes. "You are such a slut."

"Only for you." I panted.

"Only for me? And what if I asked you to allow another man to use your mouth while I watched. Would you do that?"

"That's not fair. Maybe I want to see you shove your cock down another woman's throat." I lewdly suggested, knowing that it would turn him on more.

"You're such a dirty slut." he chided, though he did not sound at all disgusted or angry.

"Fuck me." I answered, watching his hand slide up and down his erection.

"Haven't you had enough yet?"

"No."

He laughed, and moved to straddle my face, his balls dangling like ripe fruits above me. He lowered himself so I could taste them and held that position for a while as I eagerly bathed them with my tongue. "Slut." he said, but it sounded more like a compliment. 

"Fine." I snapped back. "I am a slut -- your slut. Shoot your seed all over my face and mark me as such."

For a wonder, he complied, which goes to show that he really was in a mood to make up for the paddling earlier in the week. I was completely exhausted and scarcely noticed him unbinding my wrists and the cords around my breasts. It was nice to curl up beside him, naked and warm beside the fire, replete and comfortable.

"I should display remorse for paddling you more often. It has benefits." he said softly, apparently feeling as content as I did.

"Yes you should." I yawned.

"Of course that means that I'll have to paddle you more often." he said, his tone smug.

I didn't reply, figuring that he'd trapped me neatly with that one.