A Bed of Grass

He was on top of her. His hand, and the cock he held in it, were shaking. Fenn had never been with a woman before. Poor as he was, his prospects might as well have been nonexistent. As he accustomed himself to his adult life he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he might never marry. And now, here she was, the woman who walked by the strip of land where he worked in dresses of wonderful color. They were the only colors in his life. But she was naked now, and wanted him. She hadn't even run away when he'd run his stupid mouth. "Can I...?" he said.

And if I said no? You'd have wasted your chance, Rachel thought. She smiled at him, somehow innocent despite their nakedness. "Do it," she said. Her breath, smoky in the cold, trickled over him. He placed his member against her stomach and admired the look of it there for a moment. The fool relished the memory more than the moment. Rachel lifted her hips to entice him, and he slipped it inside her. She gasped, arching her back and showing him her breasts. It was obvious he didn't know where to look. She laughed and pushed her hands under his arms, linking them together and pulling him closer to her, deeper. He was trembling. "You can keep going," she whispered to him.

His thrusts were clumsy, but eager. She hadn't expected him to compare to Cador in skill, or even to the demigods that dwelled here in this forest and were almost as lusty as he. But the young man was strong and virile. His cock was like fire inside her, burning and alive if not consistent or comfortable. She laughed with him as he plowed her and savored the way he shook her body. Her work in this moment was to please and to tantalize, not to take her own satisfaction.

Fenn leaned on his palms, flat against the ground on either side of her head. "You're so beautiful," he said, and kissed her. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," breathed Rachel. She could feel Lila mumbling in her sleep, passingly aware that she was being deprived of something. It was partly true of the butcher's wife. Rachel had seen how she dreamed of being a bird on the wing, free of the debts her husband continued to hold over her family and far away from this life of boredom. She had never known carnal pleasure. But in the depths of her soul the deep gods whispered to her that there was more to sex than sacred service, and her body craved it. If Fenn passed through her dreams, he was one lover among many. Her memories gave her desires a face she knew.

He looked down at Lila's body with amazement. "Look at you," he said.

"Look at you," Rachel said, breathy. Look at the young man who believes his life has meaning of its own. I will give you one. It was a brief pretense of romance. He was still inside her, and spoke to give himself a moment of rest, or his self control would slip and their time together would come to an end. She wrapped her legs around his body and stared deep into his eyes. For a fraction of an instant he saw the true woman, with her violet eyes and depraved nature. Rather than dissuading him, it strengthened the erection that he pushed into her. "Fuck me, Fenn," she commanded in a lover's gasp.

He thrust inside her four times more and then began to shake. She kept her legs tight around him until he emptied himself into her pussy and collapsed on top of her. "Sorry," he stammered. He tried to get up, but his legs and arms alike failed him, and he was **** to stay where he lay.

"No," she said to him. "Thank you."