Kenric does

The next morning, I wake up because I have difficulty breathing. It feels like there is something heavy on my chest. I open my eyes and to my surprise, I see a young woman sleeping on top of me.

Oh, right. It’s Gwendolyn. I have gotten so used to waking up alone that I am surprised at someone sharing my bed.

I hug Gwendolyn and carefully roll her aside so she is sleeping next to me. Then I let go and pull away. As a result, the covers peel away from her, leaving her chest exposed. Today is not Samhain any more. I should no longer have access to a woman’s breasts. Yet here I have a nice pair right in front of me. I can’t help myself and reach for them with my right hand. I gently caress Gwendolyn’s breasts. I play with her nipples and explore her areola’s.

Shortly after I start touching her breasts, she wakes up though. When she sees me, she pulls away from me while covering her breasts. I can’t blame her. I needed a moment to adjust too.

“Did you forget about last night?” I ask.

“N-no.” She replies while a blush starts to form on her cheeks. “I remember now. You are my Samhain partner.”

“It was the same for me.” I tell her. “I don’t usually wake up with a woman in my bed, so at first, I too was surprised when I woke up and saw you.”

I place my hand on her arm and start caressing her.

“But I am glad to say last night was not a dream. I especially liked the part where you said you were willing to stay with me.”

Gwendolyn relaxes her shoulders and replies, “I too am happy with last night. Especially the part where you were willing to let me stay with you.”

She pulls her arms away from her chest and lets me see her breasts. I smile and place my hand on my left breast. Then I place my lips onto hers and kiss her.

As I am kissing Gwendolyn and massage her breast, she reaches out for my dick and grabs it. I heard stories about redheads, and Gwendolyn seems to make them come true. Fortunately for her, I am already hard. I totally want to use it on her again. But we’ve already done missionary and cowgirl last night. Ah yes, we can do doggy style now.

I break my kiss and tell Gwendolyn, “Roll over, please.”

Gwendolyn obediently fulfills the command and turns so she lies on her belly. She also angles her butt in such a way that I have easy access to her pussy. She is such a wonderful girl. I then aim my dick towards her pussy and push it in her again.

This time, I fuck Gwendolyn slowly. I want to enjoy it this time. I want to enjoy her. Out of all the woman I caught at Samhains, she is the only one that offered to come with me to my home. The only one who asked for more. Who even offered to become my wife even if she didn’t have my Samhain child. Gwendolyn is special to me. So now I have to let her know by treating her as such.

I pull her hair to the side and start kissing her shoulders. Then I whisper into her ear, “I really am grateful, you know. About your offer to stay with me. To become my wife. Because of you, I finally don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Gwendolyn replies by turning her shoulders and face to me and says, “Kenric, promise me we’ll stay together forever.”

I look her in the eyes and say, “No more chasing women in the forest for me. You are now the only woman I will ever need.”

I kiss her on the lips once more. Then I start fucking her faster.

Even if Samhain is already over, I still don’t want to give up on getting Gwendolyn pregnant. What if she is fertile only tomorrow, or the day after. I need to keep her womb soaked with seed so her little egg has **** but to be fertilized. I pound her hard enough so every slap of my hips against her butt can be heard. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn moans as she takes my dick like a good soon-to-be wife.

The closer I get, the more I groan and the harder I pound her. Until eventually I pump another load of seed into this wonderful woman.

After I finish, I get up and get myself dressed. I need to go and collect my clothes from yesterday. They are still where I left them last night. I let Gwendolyn know and then I leave my house with her still in my bed.

I decide it’s better to pick up Gwendolyn’s clothes first. But it won’t do for me to just enter the barn where the women left their clothes. I need one of the elders to bring me there. A female elder preferably. Fortunately, my mother is one of them.

I start by heading over to my mother and tell her about catching Gwendolyn last night.

“Wow, good for you. You think you’ll have any luck this time?” she asks.

“I do, Mom. I really do.” I tell her. “She actually skipped picking up her clothes at the barn and followed me all the way home.”

“Wait, so her clothes are still at the barn?”

“Yeah, and I’d like to pick them up for her.”

Mom rolls her eyes and sighs, “Kids these days.” Then she walks me to the barn.

She goes inside first and then tells me to join her. Inside, we find not one but 2 piles of clothes.

“So, do you know which ones are Gwendolyn’s?” Mom asks.

“No, I don’t. I didn’t pay attention which clothes she was wearing yesterday.”

Just then, the door on the other side opens slowly and Finola leans her head inside.

“Oh. Uhm … hi there.” Finola says awkwardly.

“Finola? Why are you here?” Mom asks.

“Yes, well.” Finola says with a little blush. “Turns out that yesterday, I miscalculated how much mead I could handle and well … It looks like I fell asleep in the forest. So yeah … I kinda just came back from last night’s Samhain.”

“Oh dear. You must be feeling cold all over. Hang on.” Mom says. Then she turns to me and gets me to leave.

I stay outside the barn for a while. When the door opens, a dressed Finola comes out, followed by my mother carrying a bundle of clothes.

“Here you go, son. These are Gwendolyn’s clothes.”

I thank my mother and head over to the building where the men undressed to pick up my own clothes. Then I go back home in hopes of spending some more time with Gwendolyn. Though when I get home, I discover Gwendolyn has cooked some eggs for me.

“I was getting hungry and I had nothing to do. So, I prepared breakfast for myself. I also figured you might want some too when you came back. So, I got you some.

I place our clothes on the table, then take a seat and taste the eggs the still nude Gwendolyn made for me.

“You know.” I say slowly. “It has been about 20 years since a woman last prepared food for me. That was my mother. Ever since I’ve been living on my own, I could never rely on someone else.”

Gwendolyn, still nude, stands next to me and gives me a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist and give her a hug back. Yeah, I think it was worth waiting for Gwendolyn.