A bite to eat

She washed him a little faster than he had washed her, but Martin did not mind. He stood on the ledge, water up to his thighs, feeling her soft fingers rub soap into his body from the neck down. Her hands rubbed his lateral muscles, down his flanks, strong fingers gripping his butt and working out the knots in his legs. Then the sponge to wipe it all away.

They stepped out of the bath together and toweled off on the stone floor. As he was drying his hair, he noticed Brunhilde watching him.

“I let you cum the other day,” she said, “I think it’s your turn to do something for me.”

He stopped drying himself and looked up at her. She was smiling down at him. The towel still lay over the top of her head and his eyes lit up. He felt a thrill in his chest, mixed with trepidation.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Get on your knees,” she said, “No, wait a moment…” she took the towel and folded in in half, then lay it on the ground. She put her big hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him down until he was kneeling.

“Where do your arms go?” she asked. He folded them behind his back. He looked up at her face, then down to her pink sex, still steaming from the bath. He could smell it. It was something like sweat or fish, but mingled with the lilac odor of the soap they had used.

“Lick me,” she said. He leaned forward and began lapping at her vagina. The taste was musky and sweaty, and as soon as he ran his tongue up her hot slit, he felt his cock twitch. He’d been hard for the past ten minutes and was aching for release. He knew better than to touch himself. She wouldn’t like that.

“Mmmm,” she said. She bit her lip, eyes closed and breathing heavily. Martin could feel her fingers on his head, running through his hair and guiding him.

“Up a little higher,” she said breathlessly, “Just a little more. Yes, right there. Oh, fuck…”

She began slowly bucking her hips, grinding her hot snatch into his face. He felt the prickly skin of her partially-shaven mound scratch his face.

“Keep your longue loose, love. Just like a dog,” she said. He complied, letting his tongue lie limp and moving his head up and down, tasting her juice as his wet tongue rubbed over and over her clit. She was breathing hard now, and a pink blush was coming to her face and upper chest. She continued grinding on his face for a few more moments, and then pushed his head away.

“Fuck!” she yelled, rubbing her fingers down her slit. Her fingers made a wet squishing sound rapidly. She gasped and panted and juice trickled down her thighs as she came. She continued panting for a moment, slowing down her movements and finally stopping, then offering Martin her fingers.

“Clean my hand, darling,” she said. He took her fingers into his mouth and sucked on them one by one, bobbing his head down and taking the full length of the finger into his mouth. He cleaned each finger in turn this way and licked up the juice from her palm, enjoying her salty taste.

“More,” she said. This time she grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face into her crotch, roughly grinding on his mouth and cursing.

“Unh, fuck,” said Brunhilde, looking down at him. He looked up at her, tongue buried in her slit, making eye contact. She smiled, her cheeks flushed with hot lust.

“You can write, can’t you? Well, your tongue is a quill. Spell your name on my clit, Martin,” she said. He did as he was told, sticking his tongue out and tracing letter shapes on her clitoris. She giggled as she watched him, then moaned softly. She began to swivel her hips a little, rubbing her labia all over his face. While he continued eating her out, she bent forward and ran her hands down his back, then took a firm grip on his bottom with both hands. He shivered as her grip on his ass tightened, kneading his butt and pulling the cheeks apart. He kept lapping feverishly at her moist cunt. She was getting so wet now that he had to stop and spit some juice on the floor, and then continue. The second time she came, she growled, humping his face and spanking his ass. With each spank, she’d grab a handful of his butt and squeeze and pull, gripping and kneading. His bottom was turning red as he continued tonguefucking her dripping snatch. He was breathing quickly, his cock throbbing with need.

It went on like that for a long time; he on his knees, eating her pussy, her bending over to spank his ass while he serviced her. It went on until his entire face was soaked with her wetness and his own drool, dribbling down onto his chest. She continued spanking him and raking her hands up his back. His tongue hurt at the root from licking her so much.

“Suck my clit, darling,” she said, still gasping and grinning perversely at him, “Just pucker your lips like you’re gonna kiss me and suck it inside your lips… There you go….”

He sucked her clit into his lips. Following her directions, he began moving his head in a gentle circular motion. She continued humping his face and finally shrieked as she came for what must have been the dozenth time. His knees were beginning to ache from kneeling so long, even though she had been kind enough to put the towel down.

Then, something went a little wrong. Martin limped because of an injury when he was a young boy. A mule had kicked him in the hip. The injury never healed correctly and he was stuck with a permanent limp. The old wound still acted up occasionally. If something hit it just right, it would be unbearably painful. There was something in the bone that simply hadn’t healed well.

While she was smacking his butt, Brunhilde got a little too exuberant and hit him right on his bad hip. Martin yelped as he felt a spike of pain that seemed to go all the way to the center of his pelvis. He collapsed facedown on the ground. The pain was so bad that it felt almost numb.

“Ah!” he yelled, sucking in a hissing breath between his teeth. Instinctively, he began to back away, crawling backwards from Brunhilde. He stopped when he felt his feet go off the edge of the tub. He felt trapped. He positioned himself so that his injured hip was facing away from her and held up his hand to ward her off. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He could just feel the throbbing pain in his hip and could see the person who had inflicted it.

Brunhilda had accidentally stepped on a dog’s foot once when she was a girl. She remembered how the dog had whimpered and retreated into a corner, keepings its leg facing away from her. She walked toward him slowly, then dropped down on one knee.

“Martin?” she said softly. He put his hands down. He was lucid at this point, and he wanted her to touch him, but was still on edge from the pain. She reached slowly for his face and he flinched and pulled away.

“Martin, what happened? Is it something to do with your limp?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She reached again, and when he didn’t flinch, she cupped his cheek in one hand, tenderly caressing his face.

“You poor thing,” she said, “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” he said, “You… You musn’t hit me there, Brunhilde. You’ll really hurt me if you do that.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. Then she froze. Had she just apologized to a ****? That train of thought was interrupted as she watched Martin slowly trying to rise to his feet. He was nearly there when he yelped again and dropped down on one knee.

“Sorry… I can’t walk right now. I’m so sorry,” he said, rubbing his hip. Brunhilde watched him for a moment, then walked around to the stone gargoyle and pulled the chain again, emptying the tub. Then she circled back around to Martin.

“Here, darling,” she said. She knelt down and very carefully scooped him up in her arms, lifting him off the ground. He sighed and put his arms around her neck.

“I think you should rest,” she said. She kissed him on the cheek and turned to carry him to the bedroom.

“And,” she said quietly, “I think that, since I hurt you on accident, I should do something nice for you.”

“Really?” he said, looking up at her in the near-darkness of the hallway lit only by dim candles, “What do you mean?”

She just smiled and kissed him again.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” she said, “I’m going to take your mind off your poor little hip.”