0 comments/ 42714 views/ 0 favorites Wager By: Shalmaneser I'm fishing in the fridge for the last of the bananas when I hear you from the living room. "Honey! Do you think you'd prefer sucking a six inch cock or a nine inch one?" That certainly gets my attention. "What?" I say brilliantly, wandering over into the living room where you're perched on the couch, laptop on your thighs. You look up and giggle. "Gay personals. And your last Quake game was abysmal." "Say what?" "You lost bad. And I always did say that everyone should suck a cock at least once." "You're joking..." You smile. "Do I look like I'm joking?" I look over your flannel pjs and bunny slippers. "Well, kinda...." You pat the couch next to you. "Sit. I'm not being mean, you get to pick the cock." I grumble and sit down, admittedly wondering what you're looking at on the screen. "Here, take this one? He to your tastes? Pun intended." You turn the laptop, showing a naked man, holding his erect cock. "See, this is Bill, who promises to give you a throat full of man." You read the ad. "Good lord...even if, that thing's huge..." "Even if?" There's a bit of edge to your voice. "Um...you're not serious..." "Look-- your body is mine, right? Right?" You look serious, I'll admit. "Well..yes...." "So if I want that mouth of yours to suck on a cock, it will, right? Or were you bullshitting me?" I blanch. "No...no bullshit..." "And I'm even being nice in letting you pick. Aren't I?" "Yes..." You seem to perk up. "Good. So if not Bill the Throat Filler...how about this one?" I look. "Too hairy." You laugh. "What's wrong with a man with hair?" I'm sure I'm flushed lobster red. "It's just not to my tastes." You grin and retype some things in. "Okay, less hair...can't do it anyway but getting shaved, I think. That okay, Mr. Picky?" "It's fine." You flick through a few ads and I ask what you're doing. "Well, I don't want to see you with any of those guys." "Oh." "Okay, here's one. I don't know if you like tan, though." You turn the monitor. He's tan alright, probably nudist considering the picture. You keep talking. "Now I know he's not hard there, but I bet it'd be the perfect size." I gulp. "Okay." "Okay? Just okay? I don't want to hear just okay." You move one hand to the front of my pants, cupping my cock and starting to knead it. "I wanna hear you say more." I'm starting to harden, and I'm sure it's just your hand. "Like what?" "Figure out what. Say you want it." You unfasten my pants, slide your hand inside, keep stroking. "I want it." "Say it like you mean it..." your hand tightens, then stops, barely pressing and relaxing. "It'll be good for you if you say it like you mean it." I inhale deeply. "Okay...I want to suck that cock...I want to feel it in my mouth, and I want to tongue it and suck on it until it comes." "And?" "And I want you to watch and I want to see you watching me obey you. I want to turn you on." Your hand is moving again, my cock trembling and throbbing softly. "How'd you suck it?" "Hard...as deep into my mouth as I could. Into my throat if I can." You smile, fingers working around the head of my cock. "You'd do that for me?" The massage of your hand is almost unbearable, wonderful. "Yes." "You'd suck that cock if I wanted?" "Yes..." I can feel my orgasm nearing, your hand moving so teasingly. "Good." You stop, taking your hand away, turning off the laptop and laying it aside. "Huh?" "Just wanted to see if you would. That mouth is all mine." You smile and look at me, and I know I'm red as a beet. "But I'm not mean..." Your hand lifts my cock and your lips descend... Wager a Wife Marius rest his hand on his wife's ass as he gazed at his cards. He tickled the base of her tail and she flicked an ear at him impatiently. It wasn't the best of hands, but, it was his best in awhile. Luck wasn't with him right now, and he was a bit in the hole already. Marius was far more used to his luck turning around, and this was a surprising turn of events for him. The ship swayed gently as it cut through the water, propelled by a strong wind. The lantern above them was affixed as most things where, given items the impression of stillness despite the motion. The Mairead Ranger pushed the last of his chips-- loaned chips-- into the pile, even as Isabella gave him an admonishing glance. Save it for a later round's ante, she would have said. Across the table, Yorin rolled a chip between his gold and brown fingers. The captain of the ship was a Mairead, the feline race they belonged to as well. He was a large man, and muscular, yet he smelled of cologne and his fur was beautifully groomed. He couldn't have been more the opposite of the roughly groomed Marius-- even his clothing was the opposite of Marius's, made of fine silks and golden buttons, he was opulent but tastefully so. They'd gotten passage, illegal passage, on this ship at the last minute, because Marius had screwed up their booking of a boat ride out to the islands. It was his own fault that they were where they were-- the Captain was gracious enough to offer a game of poker, and Marius had been foolish enough to accept. Isabella played for awhile, but gave the rest of her chips-- a portion of her savings-- to him. The woman had figured he'd quit after he'd spent all of his chips. She was wrong on that mark, and getting rather annoyed because of it. The well groomed Mairead pirate captain, his fur striped in the pattern of a tiger, continued to roll that chip and then pushed in another pile. "Seems you've run out of options, friend." Marius quirked his lip to the side, then said, "I have, um collateral?" The others in the room laughed, a trio of Mairead pirates with a mixture of furs. One like a cheetah, lean like Marius and quite tall, named Ezon. Another, sitting in at Isabella's right, was a white-furred Mairead with huge shoulders. Though he was shorter than Marius, he was much broader, bigger as a person and presence. His name was Irok. The third, named Volus, was the captain's younger brother, similarly patterned though not nearly as majestic in appearance or personality. Instead he was quieter, but seemed clever, and tended to watch Isabella's ass as it swayed by on the deck. Certainly, all the crew did, but he, especially. Indeed, a couple of times he even gave her a gentle pat, which Isabella let him get away with, simply because she didn't want to make a scene. Unlike the others, though, the Captain did not laugh. Instead he gazed at Marius with a gentle smile, and then looked to Isabella. His eyes roamed over her body as he considered the Mairead's wife. He could smell her scent, so strong-- she'd made the whole ship alive with her sexuality. The scent of her need, her arousal, it was constantly tickling at their senses. His especially, as he'd dined with the couple for the past two nights. After a moment Yorin said, "I see your collateral right there. She's quite beautiful, and worth more than the amount I raised you.. But if you wish, I wager her ass for this round." As Marius blinked and started to speak, the Captain cut him off, while the men laughed a little, "I want her to sit in my lap. That's all." Isabella's ears quirked outward, and her tail lashed. Indeed, her first reaction was anger. Then the anger redirected itself, and she looked at her husband with one brow arched beneath her blue-black mane. "Well, why not? I'm sure your luck will turn. It always does, doesn't it?" With a practiced flick of her wrist she squeezed the wineskin so that the stream of rich purple liquid landed deftly in her mouth. At the moment Isabella wasn't thinking of the Captain, she was simply venting her annoyance with her husband. In a sarong of teal silk, most of her adornment consisted of silver, sapphire, and lapis chains around her waist, her ankles, wrists, neck, and wound throughout her hair. Tiny bells chimed musically as she swayed or moved, a constant reminder of her presence. They were softer than her dancing bells, much too soft to be heard on a stage. In a quiet room, however, they imbued an unmistakeable enchantment to even the dancer's smallest motions. Marius quirked his lip to the other side and pondered the decision. Well, how else would he get the money back? Chance had to be with him, how many good hands could the other man have? He looked up to his wife, then smiled, "I've got it handled," he said, and then said, "It's a deal. I call." It was much to his chagrin when the Captain put down a full house to Marius's straight. The Mairead's white ears lowered to his head as he felt defeated, and looked up to his wife. "Um," Marius faltered, trying to find words. Of course, the bet was already made. "Indeed." She gazed at him evenly, feeling slightly vindicated by his crestfallen look. Isabella rose from his lap and approached the Captain, pacing around the table with her tail undulating behind her. Yorin held out his arm as he welcomed Isabella into his lap, his hand coming to rest on her thigh here he stroked gently. "Why welcome, my beauty," he smiled gently. "I have seen Sapphires as pure as arctic snow and as large as a wild cat's heart, and even they would be struck jealous at the sight of your orbs." Isabella preened at the flattery, though she seemed only now to be realizing that she was actually going to be getting even with her husband by flirting with another man... openly, aggressively flirting, as a matter of fact. She tossed her head to cover her sudden uncertainty, her mane spilling over the Captain's shoulder and arm. Ezon remarked, "I'm struck something at the sight of her orbs." The men laughed, and Marius's head lowered slightly, holding onto the end of his tail as one of his ears flicked back. Isabella merely rolled her eyes, one corner of her mouth quirking. She -did- have a nice rack, after all. "Speaking of," said the Captain, "There's a matter of continuing the game. I'll ante for you, and I'll take a single wager. Should you win the next round, I'll give you half of all the winnings on the table. If I should win, then I want *those* orbs to be free for everyone to admire-- and all the rest of her beautiful furred body, resting so beautifully in my lap. Do you accept?" Marius didn't even think to ask Isabella, and simply charged ahead with the thought of winning back his lover's money, "I accept!" Isabella's mouth opened briefly, then she closed it, her eyes a little wide. She hadn't thought he'd go this far, and her ears took a decidedly aggressive tilt, her tail lashing behind her as she leaned suggestively against the Mairead who held her so nonchalantly. The hand played out quickly, as there were no rounds of betting. Isabella watched as Marius drew his cars, his attempt at a poker face failing. He took three cards. It was that bad. And when they laid down the hand, the Mairead Ranger stared as he found himself defeated again. The other men in the room cheered, a hissing laugh coming from the Captain's brother. Yorin's hand came around to gently cup one of Isabella's breasts as he remarked, "Now where is that fold, hrm, hm." Isabella reminded him, "It's in the back, not the front." But she was trying not to smile, and watching Marius as he gazed at her chest. Or more accurately, at the hand -on- her breast. "Oh," said Yorin as he grinned over Isabella's shoulder at Irok, some private joke exchanged, "my mistake." With that he helped slip the sarong around her body, the silk sliding over her silver fur inch by inch, revealing that the silvery-gray sheen of her fur gave way to a very pale, shimmering silvery-white around her nipples, and lower between her legs. Now adorned only by her jewelry, Isabella looked at her audience, then struck a dancer's pose. It was a proud, triumphant pose, and seductive in that way that only a woman truly confident of her own attractiveness and sexuality can be. She let them admire her a moment, then winked and settled herself back on the strong, wide thigh of the Captain. Her slit was moist, and she again reached for the wine. "Try this instead," the Captain offered her a sip of his rum. Isabella sipped, then took a deeper drink of it. "Its very spiced," she observed, swirling it, sniffing it delicately. Her nipples brushed the edge of the table as she leaned forward toward the bottle to pour a little more in the chased-pewter cup. "And I'd love to taste just how spiced you are." Yorin grinned and ran his hand over Isabella's back, "Such a beautiful girl. Boys, I've had beautiful girls before, haven't I?" They all nodded, "But none quite this beautiful, huh?" And they all shook their head. He continued, "This guy's pretty old for you, isn't he? You're, what, 19, 20?" Yorin's hand dipped down lower, a finger pressing into the crack of her ass. Isabella's eyes lifted at that, catching Marius's gaze as he stared with wide eyes. "Ah." A momentary stammer, unlike the usually polished bard. "Twenty one." She stayed where she was, her hand on the bottle, leaning a little farther towards her husband. Then she put both hands on the table, as Marius leaned forward, pouring a little rum into the cup he hadn't used, and gave her a sip of it. "Thank you," she whispered, as he touched her face, his eyes saying many things he couldn't give voice to... not here, not now. The Captain pressed his finger tip into her ass as she continued to lean over, hands pressing on the table, "Such a tight little ass. I guess that comes to the next wager. I'd like to bet your wife's ass again. This time, if you win, you get all the winnings." His brother blinked, and even Irok frowned, but then they all smiled when the captain continued, "But if I win.. Isabella becomes the Captain's girl." Marius was still staring in Isabella's eyes as the captain fingered her ass, her hips jerking just a bit from the sensation. "Its a deal," Isabella watched Marius, her pussy tingling with arousal, the scent of her juices perfuming the air. "All the winnings," she said to her lover, pleadingly. "One good hand. You're due -one- good hand." He tipped the cup forward again for her to drink out of, then leaned down and kissed her on the lips, tasting the rum and her own delicious raspberry mouth. Isabella wasn't sure that if he lost, she minded too awfully much... she didn't want to be the sailors' girl, but the Captain's, well... just for a night. Marius accepted Isabella's decision, and really, he wasn't sure he could tell her no at this point if he wanted to. So he helped Isabella drink a bit more of the spiced rum, tilting the glass till the last drop rolled between her lips, and then he sat back into his chair. Isabella leaned back again, sitting on the Captain's thigh, but this time with her legs spread on either side of it as she revealed her sex to the room for all to see. The Captain's hand slipped between her thighs and rubbed at her slickness as she jerked a little and gasped. The ranger exhaled and slowly dealt the cards. He watched as each one fell-- and he was the only one watching, now, all other eyes were on the elegant fingers now delicately stroking the silvery pink of her slit. He was trying not to watch as his wife was violated, but couldn't help glancing over, and seeing her parted lips, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed a little more quickly than usual. Irok was standing next to the Captain now, and more importantly, next to Isabella. He cupped one of her tits in her hands and leaned down, to her surprise, pressing a kiss to her lips, his tongue slipping in briefly. She blinked and stared at him as Irok stood again, grinning at her. Marius coughed and said, "You haven't won yet!" It was the Captain who said, "Go on, Irok. We have to finish the game. My dear, won't you take my cards?" "I will," she agreed, and accepted the cards. She closed her legs, crossing her ankles and putting her knees together, and leaned over a little to take another sip of the rum. Isabella felt the Captain's tail caress hers, winding around it, and felt a tingle deep in her stomach. As she lifted the cards, Isabella took in a breath, then looked up and smiled at her husband. It was a weak hand she held, two pair, ten high. Marius could win. She'd have teased him, gotten him back, but they'd have their savings, and she wouldn't have actually let a man other than her husband fuck her. The captain called, and Marius laid his hand down. A pair, ace high. Yorin grinned, and Isabella's ears fell, her lips pulling together petulantly as she reluctantly played the hand. She was now the Captain's girl. She and Marius gazed at each other, both feeling helpless, a little betrayed, and strangely... aroused. The Captain's hand moved to part her thighs, and she did, willingly, sipping at the Captain's cup of rum as his hand parted the lips of her slit. She felt him press his finger at the entrance to her hole as he nibbled at her ear, and then the tip probed just inside. Isabella's scent filled the room, and the other pirates laughed at Marius. Yorin said to Marius, "Come on over here, boy," speaking to the Older Mairead with a dark grin over Isabella's shoulder. Marius hesitated, but then approached, and the Pirate captain said, "Lick her. I want you to prepare her for me-- be messy, will you? I like my girls to be wet, so they can fuck my cock as hard as I want them to." Her mouth fell open, her eyes widening in alarm for a moment. Then her ears pressed to her head, which lowered a little. "I'll do it," Irok stepped forward immediately. "No Marius will," Isabella answered, holding out a hand to her husband, pleadingly. Marius gazed into Isabella's eyes as he lowered to the ground between the spread thighs of both his wife and the dominating Captain. He leaned forward and gently flicked his tongue out at Isabella's clit. He looked up to both faces as he tongued her clit, and watched as Ezon's spotted hand came to rest on one of Isabella's tits, squeezing and playing with it. A large white hand reached out to stroke the other tit. Isabella gazed down at him, feeling helpless. Marius did too, it seemed, and all he could do is lean forward and tongue her, licking her slit with broad lapping strokes of his abrasive tongue. He lifted one hand to part the lips of her slit and lick harder, as she gasped and twisted, the sailors on either side of her pinching and twisting her nipples. "Now that she's well prepared," said Yorin in Isabella's ear as she writhed on his lap, "I want you to prepare me." The other pirates laughed a bit and Marius hesitated in his licking of Isabella, leaning back to blink up at her. She could see he was pondering what to do, could he take them all on. But then the Captain said as his hand squeezed one of Isabella's tits, "If you want my cock, you need to tell your husband to prepare me... And to guide me into you when he's done a good job sucking my cock. Do it, my dear girl." "Marius, we owe him this, in fairness... please just do what he says. And after tonight, we'll be wiser when we... make wagers." She leaned down and quickly kissed her husband on the lips, tasting her own juices on his mouth. When she rose, Marius leaned forward and put his mouth onto the Captain's cock. Hesitating at first, then lowering his mouth, he sucked inexpertly but as well as he could. Volus knelt behind, pressing his finger at the base of Isabella's tail, caressing her ass before pressing it in. The Captain fondled Isabella's slit with maddening aimlessness as Ezon bent to kiss her, and Irok squeezed her tits in his big hands. As she felt Volus press farther and farther, Isabella snarled, her ears flattening. All motion stopped at the ripping-cloth sound, and then the bardess looked at the Captain. "You said -your- girl," she specified, "not -everyone's- girl." A challenge, a demand, and a plea, all at once. Isabella was not a simple 'girl' by any means, and could communicate volumes with her expressions and voice. There was a brief silence in the room, the wet sucking sound coming to a stop. Isabella glanced down and saw Marius gazing up at her with a cock still in his mouth. He blinked once, and then drew off. "Isabella... He's won you." The woman gazed down at him for a moment, then put her hand on the top of his head, "Finish what you were doing," she said as she pushed his mouth down onto the captain's dick. Marius's eyes remained on Isabella's as he bobbed again. Isabella's hands held onto Marius's head as she brought his head up and down on the dick that stuck up between her legs. The captain said, "And I'm going to have a lot of fun with you. Tell your Husband to put me in you." Isabella didn't hesitate, "put his cock into me, Marius." She knew it should be her husband's cock that she wanted, but right now, she guiltily -desired- the cock of the man whose lap she occupied, whose hands gripped her hips, whose fingers teased at the pucker of her ass. Desired it intensely. Marius bowed his head briefly, then looked up to Isabella, "I won't lose you again, Isabella." Yorin slipped a finger against Isabella's clit again as Marius, holding the Captain's cock with his wedding ring glinting off that hand, gazed into his wife's eyes. The man said, "I see your husband is rather conflicted, but I have a hunch that you're not... So I'm going to give you a choice." said the captain, "Tell him you want to fuck my cock... Or don't get any cock at all. I'll give you your own room, but it'll be over. So which will it be? Cock, or no cock?" She gave a little whining growl of impatience, tired of the endless foreplay. "I want cock, give it to me, put his cock in me -now- Marius." Isabella knew she shouldn't, but knew she -did-, very much, and whether Marius liked it or not, she was in this man's lap desiring his dick inside her. Marius gave a nod, and at Isabella's order, he stroked the captain's cock one more time and then pressed it up against Isabella's cunt with his left hand. They both watched as another man's dick disappeared inside her tight, wet hole, she with a sigh of relief and a lusty look of enjoyment on her face as her cunt stretched to accommodate the thick shaft. "Yesss," a low purring-growl, she shifted her hips, moving over slightly so that she was directly in front of the Captain. The Ranger leaned forward and kissed at the union of both cock and cunt, his wife's hand behind his head. Ezon grinned as he saw a flash of the woman's wedding ring, and then he moved to her again. The Captain pushed her head forward till her lips slipped over the man's dick head, reluctant to allow that violation. She let out a little moan of lust, though, as the dick inside her fucked upwards, so very deep. Her hips started to roll and her reluctant mouth became a bit eager. She suckled at the dick invading her upper lips while another stretched her lower ones. Other hands were on her, more respectfully now, fondling her breasts, stroking her fur or her face, pinching her nipples lightly. Isabella pushed Marius's head down, so that his mouth enveloped the Captain's balls, encouraging them to cum inside her as he suckled and licked. She leaned back, the dick slipping out of her mouth with a pop. "Just let me... fuck..." Her mouth opened and formed an O as the dick inside reached places she'd never felt a dick reach before, and her claws dug into Marius's head. "Oh, oh, -yes-." She rotated her pelvis, feeling the angle of the shaft inside her change, the head within her stroking new depths. Wager a Wife Yorin rolled his hips upwards as Isabella gasped and grunted, moaned, cried out for the dick that fucked her so deeply. "I'm going to cum inside you," said the Captain, "Are you ready? Do you want my cum inside you?" She groaned "yessss," leaning forward so that he was almost fucking her as nature intended, her tail swept aside, her breasts brushing the top of her husband's head, his ears tickling their undersides. Marius's tongue flicked at the joining of the two, then he turned his head to kiss the side of her thigh gently. His dick was hard, he stroked it, feeling guilty for pleasuring himself at the violation of his wife... but she was irresistably and indescribeably beautiful. Around him the three men, sometimes fondling his wife, were doing the same thing. "Beg me for it," said Yorin, his hand squeezing her tits, "Beg me for my cum!" "Please, my Captain, please give this girl, your girl, the gift of your cum, give her your pleasure, your approval. Please give your fuck slut your seed, please," she panted, claws digging into her own thighs at the intensity of her body's need. At that, Yorin pressed in deeply, his balls tightening and cock pulsing. Isabella felt it, warm splashes of slickness deep inside her tunnel. Marius's tongue lashed at their union, felt the heat, the warmth, and then the sensation of that dick pulsing and spurting its seed deep into his wife. Another man's seed deep into his wife who was in heat. Isabella pushed him away, to just feel herself with the cock and this man's cock alone. She was a part of him, moving with him, crying out as she came with him, her body yearning for every last drop as it milked him deep into her. The Bardess leaned back against the large Captain, his hands still gently cupping her breasts. Cum ran down his cock, seeping from her tightness. She panted loudly, one arm covering her eyes while the other gripped a hand over one of her breasts. The dick inside her pulsed once, and she gasped at the sensation. "There we go," said Yorin in a murr. "That was nice, wasn't it? Now," he said, "Look down at your husband, and tell him that you're going back with me to my room, the room we will share for the rest of the voyage, to get deeply fucked all night." "Marius," she leaned forward again, giving a soft gasp as the dick inside her twitched. "Marius, I'm going to go and be fucked tonight," her lips pressed against his cheek, she nuzzled him gently. "I love you, my darling husband. No matter where I spend this night, or the others, my heart belongs to you." "And your cunt belongs to the Captain," Ezon laughed crudely, which actually threatened to make Isabella laugh too, rather than growl. Perhaps it was the cock still slowly pulsing inside her, delivering its seed into her womb, filling her body with the euphoria of mating. ------ Marius lay in his bunk, gazing up at the ceiling. At first there was only silence, but as the room he and his wife shared... well, shared prior to tonight.. adjoined the room that the Captain and *now* she shared, that wouldn't last for long. It took awhile for them to arrive, he wasn't really even sure where they were till then, what took them so long to make some sound. Voices murmuring, one unmistakably male and the others unmistably hers. They talked for a very long time, a long enough time that Marius began to feel jealous. It wasn't just sex, they were connecting! Then the voices grew quiet. There was silence. Marius tried to imagine what they were doing, tried to listen and pressed his ear against the wall. All he could hear was the ocean, at first. Then he heard soft moans of apprecation-- male moans. Just male moans. She was sucking him off, he knew it. The moans became growls, a loud grunt. The Captain was coming down Isabella's throat. Marius's claws dug into the wood of the bulkhead, and still he listened. Again came the quiet for only a short while, till the door to his room opened. Isabella slunk in, a grin on her face. Marius blinked and sat up a bit as Isabella moved close to him. A bit of spunk dripped from her lips, the Captain's seed. Marius could smell the pungent cum, and then, when Isabella moved to him, pressed her messy slick lips to his, and opened both their mouths, he *tasted* that smell. The Captain's cum filled his mouth and Isabella groaned, moaned happily at the eroticism of it. Her hand took his, pressed it between her legs so that he'd stroke her sloppy cunt as she kissed him, and he did as he wished. Her hand never touched his cock, leaving him hard and needful. As their kiss broke, Isabella said, "The Captain wanted me to be clean, before he licked me." At that, she fell down onto the bunk and spread her legs, a wide grin on her face. "Marius... Clean me." Marius's eyes gazed at his wife's cunt, the cum leaking from it, and then he looked up to her smile, her lustful eyes. He drew in a breath, swallowed, his cock so fucking hard. He reached to stroke it but she slapped him with her tail, "No! Get to it." Marius bashfully glanced down then slipped to the floor and smiled up at his wife before he leaned in to lick at her seeping pussy. She mrred a little and rolled her hips, purred gently as he sucked the captain's seed from her hole. After she decided he'd done a decent enough job, she pushed him away. Marius leaned back, his lips glistening with the cum of his wife and her Captain, and then he watched as she left the room, her hips swaying in that seductive way. The door to the other room closed loudly as Marius sat back on the bed... Listening again, the Mairead pressed his ear to the wall once more. He could hear laugh, followed by her voice, "Yeah he did," and then another laugh, both of them. Quiet. A soft mrr. A loud bump right on the wall he pressed against, something falling against it. He heard her mrr again, so close, and could hear her purring thrum through that wall. The mrr became a moan, a moan became a groan, and then she cried out for the Captain's tongue, cried out in ways she didn't with him. "Oh yes, Oh, Gods, yes!" His wife came... Marius listened to her breath... and then his ears perked as he heard a soft, repetitive bang... As they began to fuck again. Marius didn't sleep much that night. Nor did they. Every now and then, Isabella would visit the room to let Marius prepare her for the captain again. "He doesn't want to taste a man's cum," she told him one time as she rolled her pussy into his mouth as he lay on the bed, gazing up at her tits. "You don't mind, do you?" The Ranger leaned his head back from her grinding pussy, swallowed the cum in his mouth and said, "I'm yours, Isabella." She smiled down at him and pressed her wet pussy back down against his lips, "I love you too, Marius... Hurry up, my wonderful husband, his cock is waiting for me." And then she left him there, and the pounding resumed. At some point before morning, it stopped, and he, still hard and needful, fell asleep... Marius awoke sometime around noon, his mind immediate alive wth what'd transpired the night before. What awoke Marius was the sound of the door to the room opening, and Isabella slipping in. He sat up in bed, a smile immediately forming as he looked to his lover. The mairead nearly leapt frm the bed, ran, and grabbed his wife in an embrace. She smelled of sex and cum, and he loved it. His lips pressed against her neck and cheek and lips, tasting a taste that was quite familiar by now, and then he pressed his lips against her forehead, her eyes and her chin, and then he just held her close. "Isabella," he siad, "Isabella! Hi! Hi, I love you," he smiled, "Are you sore?" He glanced down between her legs. Her pussy was indeed a bit swollen, and far pinker than usual. "Yes," she replied, moving closer to kiss his chest, his arm, his shoulder, his throat. "I love you. I love you, Marius." She nibbled beneath his chin and pressed her body up against him, rubbing, caressing him with all of her. Now that she was sated, and quite exhausted, she felt far more affectionate than domineering... and wondered how such dominance had come so easily to her, and why he'd submitted to it. "How are... you?" Marius held his wife close, enjoying the sensation of her closeness. "I'm awful tired," he admitted, but then thought that sort of pointless, since she was probably.. a bit more tired than he. The ranger pulled his wife with him to the bed, which she seemed strangely reluctant to get in. It didn't occur to him at the moment, but he realized a moment later. As he lay over her, she looked up at him with wide and surprised eyes. Marius blinked, then looked embarrased as a bit of that submissiveness returned, "I didn't mean, I mean, I just wanted to.. lay with you," he said and then rolled to the side on the small bunk, his hand not leaving her shoulder, his leg draped over her side. They gazed at each other for a moment, both not sure what to say, and so he said what was obvious to him, "You're really beautiful." Isabella nestled herself against him, nuzzling and hiding her face for a moment. "You don't seem upset. Are you hiding it, or are you... all right?" Marius's lip twitched to the side, and he wasn't sure how to answer. He said the truth, "I'm really happy to have you back, Isabella... I mean." A pause, Marius's lip twitched again, "I mean maybe you're just visiting, but, er, I just mean, I'm glad to touch you... I.. I'm sorry about our money." He glanced down to her breasts. Better to study those, he figured. "I.. I feel sorta.. I mean, I messed up, with the wager... and.. When you ordered me, I felt.. compelled. I could have resisted, but I didn't..." Again he looked up into her eyes, "I didn't resist... I didn't resist you, and I didn't resist him. Do you.. wish I did? Do you wish I hadn't... Done all that? Did I disappoint you?" It was back, that submissiveness, that desire to please. "You are -splendid-," she told him immediately, kissing his nose, his cheek, his chin. Pressing her cheek against him. "We did what we needed to do, at the time. And you were wonderful." Another kiss, then another, and another, pressed to his face and to the side of his throat. Isabella had never realized how much power she had over Marius, how much he wanted to please her. Sometimes he was so overwhelmingly dominant... how had she suddenly forced him to be submissive? She kissed her husband, softly, deeply. Lovingly. Rested against him, and let herself relax, nearing sleep. "Beloved."