The Gauntlet
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 10
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 10 - In 1385 France, Sir Jean de Carrouges challenged Squire Jacques le Gris to a duel to the death for the alleged rape of the knight's wife, Marguerite. Was it really rape, or were they loves?
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape Romantic True Story Historical Cheating Revenge Violence
“He is fucking her now,” came the voice of Jean’s tormentor. “He is plowing the fields you have sown. He will take her and leave nothing for you.”
“No, she’s not a whore like you!” Jean fought back. “She will not betray me!”
“You have already lost her! Wait until he puts a son in her womb, too!”
“No! She is mine! Leave me, you foul demon! Go back to Hell, where I sent you!”
The voice came again, sounding farther away and very faint, “Will you kill her too, Jean?”
“Jean?” the voice came again, louder and less angry.
“Jean?” It called more aggressively.
Jean felt a slap on his cheek and opened his eyes to see his wife’s beautiful face looking down at him with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?” she asked. “You were shouting in your sleep.”
“You are here,” Jean stated. “I thought you had left me.”
Marguerite threw her arms around her husband and laid her head on his chest. “No, my love,” she said softly. “I will never leave you.”
The young wife was naked and clung tightly to Jean, her hand moving between his legs. She gripped his cock, surprised to find it was already nearly hard. It hardened more as Marguerite continued stroking him softly. Within a few seconds, his cock was harder than she had ever felt it. Marguerite spread her legs, rubbing the head of his cock against the soft folds of skin at the entrance to her womb.
Marguerite let out a soft moan, surprised at how good it actually felt to rub his hard cock against her womanhood, slowly and carefully. Her womb was growing damp, quickly, and the wetness made her flesh slippery. The slickness coated the end of Jean’s cock, helping it glide against her and slip between her folds. She could not help it, and let out another moan as she continued to rub her husband’s cock against her.
Her hands were shaking, and she felt things in a way that she never had before. Jean was not in control; she was. Marguerite was experimenting with feeling his cock moving against her when she accidentally brushed the tip higher than usual, at the place where the crease and folds met. Marguerite suddenly groaned and bucked her hips as an intense feeling of pleasure shot through her body.
“What was that?” she thought, then rubbed the cock there again. Her hips jumped, and Marguerite gasped as she realized that for the first time in her life, she felt pleasure from a man’s cock. She continued to groan as she rubbed it there, again and again. Marguerite was wetter than ever before and felt a strong desire to have her husband’s cock inside her. She wanted to roll on her back, but Jean still seemed to be only partially awake.
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