A bit of both

”To Larissa”, Arn grumbled and raised his cup and drank. He gave Igren a contemptuous glare as he slammed down his goblet, ”Just watch your tongue, you bastard. She's my future wife, not one of your camp sluts.”

”Well”, Igren made a conciliatory gesture and grinned, ”I don't know if one excludes the other in this case. Nothing wrong with loving a whore. And it wouldn't be the first time that you and I ploughed the same furrow. Remember those twins in that whorehouse in Misena?”

”Aye, but that was different”, Arn snarled, ”Don't compare her to them.”

”Oh get off your high horse, you would have done the same thing in my boots. We've always shared the same taste in women”, Igren grinned wider, ”Have you forgotten about that fight we had over that peasant's daughter with the sweet arse? The one we took turns on in the barn? And how about that crazy amazon with the big axe and huge tits?”

His former comrade babbled on and lost himself in old memories. Arn was not in the mood for Igren's drivel and he found himself glancing over at the bar instead. He had to watch out for that crossbow, he told himself. His gaze wandered the deep chasm of Vorasha's cleavage, and he watched her breasts sway and bounce as she methodically scrubbed the wooden surface of the bar by rocking back and forth. After a while, the dark beauty noticed his stares and met his eyes with a wicked smile and teasingly leant down a deeper. He felt his cock stir in his trousers.

”... so the next night we got the dancers proper drunk and took them to our room”, Igren drunkenly blathered on, ”These girls were something else I tell you. The dark one threw herself at me like a lioness while the other one took a good pounding from both Bodrick and Rudd. When we snuck back to camp in the morning, we discovered that the bitches had robbed us, but...”

Arn's attention drifted back to Vorasha. The wife had finished her chores for the evening, and she shot daggers at her drunk husband as he kept enumerating his wartime conquests. With a scoff, she tore her apron off and exited up a narrow flight of stairs in the back. Arn stared at her alluring arse as she disappeared above. He hated to admit it, but Igren was right about one thing. They did have the same taste in women.

He looked back at his old comrade and realised that Igren had gone from talking to snoring. He slumped in his seat, sleeping with his eyes closed and his chin resting on his chest. The fool never could hold his drink. That settled it. He wasn't going to **** the man, especially not in his sleep. But there were other ways to take vengeance after all.

He got up a bit unsteadily and walked towards the back, and slowly ascended the creaking wooden stairs. He opened a door upstairs and found himself in Igren's bedroom. Vorasha was tucked under the covers of a large bed and let out a surprised gasp. Arn gritted his teeth as he looked around. It was a simple but intimate room, and nicely decorated. A beautiful wife, a cosy little bedchamber, this should be Arn's life, not Igren's. The traitor didn't deserve any of this.

Arn slowly walked the short distance to the bed, and Vorasha followed every step with her fiery eyes as he approached. Arn grabbed the covers and firmly yanked them off her body. She was naked underneath, and she let out a startled cry. ”Shhh,” he murmured and placed a finger on her full lips while he gazed at her. She had let her hair down and thick black tresses draped down her slender shoulders and her heaving huge breasts, crowned by dark and swollen nipples and areolas. His gaze wandered down to her wide hips and long legs with a small triangle of dark hair between her thighs. She stared back at him defiantly but she made no attempt to cover herself.

He leant in and pulled her close and kissed her fiercely while he seized her breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples in his rough hands. She squirmed at first but gradually succumbed to his advances and she moaned softly into his mouth as he probed her with his tongue. She tasted sweet, but Arn soon wanted more. He pulled his tunic over his head, unbuckled his breeches and pulled his hard cock out. He sank to his knees on the bed, held his manhood in one hand and grabbed Vorascha by the back of her neck with the other, firmly guiding her to his loins. She looked up at him with her burning, dark eyes and grumbled something defiant in her foreign tongue, but Arn just pulled her closer and pushed his throbbing member to her full lips. ”Go on”, take it in your mouth”, he hissed. He didn't know if she understood what he was saying, but his intents should be clear enough.

The girl still gave him that challenging stare, but she opened her mouth and submitted to him nevertheless. The tip of his cock entered her mouth and he pushed more of his thick slab of hard meat between her lips. He began steadily bobbing her head up and down his shaft and she let out softened, wet moans as she let Arn slide his cock back and forth into her mouth. He let go of her head after a while and Vorasha began sucking him on her own accord like a good girl. Arn growled from the warm feeling of soft lips and swirling tongue working his cock. He grabbed her head again and urged her to go even deeper. She obeyed and stuffed her gorgeous face full, nuzzling his cock into the back of her throat. She gagged and struggled and her nostrils flared but she still managed to take his full measure. Now heavily lubricated with her spit, she slurped loudly as her mouth took his full length. Ropes of saliva ran from his cock to her lips and all the way down to her chin. Arn let out another growl and was tempted to blow his load down her throat, but he restrained himself.

Instead, he pulled her off his cock and threw her down on her back. The girl was flushed and she writhed underneath him and breathed heavily, hissing to him in that foreign palaver. He had picked up enough of it during the war to understand a few words, like ”dirty bastard” and ”fuck me”. She spread her legs and Arn moved between them, and he guided his hard cock into her cunt. She was soaking wet, and he effortlessly entered her and began thrusting heavily and angrily, giving her the entire length of his shaft. She cried out aloud from the invasion, and Arn put his finger to her lips again. ”For gods' sake, woman, be quiet”, he hissed. He pounded her balls-deep with long and hard thrusts while he squeezed and mauled her breasts. She was nice and tight, and she took it more than well. She closed her eyes and met each of his thrusts with her rocking hips and wrapped her legs and arms around him and dug her fingers hard into his back, welcoming every ungentle stab of his cock and begged for more. He seized her tits again and fondled them roughly as he fucked her and Vorasha threw her head back with a passionate moan, heralding her enjoyment by arching her back and jutting out her breasts for him to play with.

No, Igren didn't deserve a woman like this and Arn took great pleasure in using his wife like a cheap whore right here in the man's own bed. He grabbed her by the ankles, pulled her legs up and slammed his body hard against her and rammed his shaft into her aching cunt again and again while the bed creaked a little too loud for comfort. Vorasha yelped and whimpered from the rough pounding and Arn felt her fingers scratching and digging into his back. She was surprisingly strong. Suddenly she tensed up and let out a shrill wail. Arn clamped his palm down over her lips as her whole body convulsed underneath him from her orgasm. ”Quiet slut, you're waking up the entire city!” But her cunny hugged his cock even tighter, and soon he groaned out loud himself as he felt his own climax approaching.

He thrust hard into against her a few more times and shuddered in pleasure as his cock twitched deep inside, then he exploded. Vorasha's eyes had rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her open mouth but she was still sentient enough to realize what was happening. She yelped in protest and somehow managed to wrestle Arn's throbbing cock out of herself. She flinched with surprise as a jet of hot sprayed between her tits. Moaning she began jerking his cock as more and more of his spunk splashed on her breasts and stomach, clearly enjoying the feeling of hot cum on her naked skin. After he finished they stayed like that in silence for a while as they came down from their respective orgasms, and Arn cherished the sight of Igren's wife smeared with his cum before he exhaustedly collapsed beside her.