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Chapter 8 by reaper13 reaper13

How does Gwyneth answer?

She wants him to walk her to the path

Gwyneth reaches for my hand and says, “Just walk me to the path.”

I pull her up and get her to stand in front of me. I then place my right hand on her shoulder and hold her left hand with my own left hand. I may be an odd way of holding someone, but this way, should she decide to run away, I will at least be able to hold her tight. There is no getting away from me, Gwyneth. Before this night is over, I will have my dick inside you again.

So, I walk with her through the forest, but I don’t walk her straight to the path. I know where it is, I just want to keep her away from it for now. As we are walking, I look over her shoulder, to her breasts and imagine myself playing with them again. I imagine having her in my house. All naked and horny, licking and sucking on my dick like it is the most delicious thing she’s ever had. Up until I horn myself up enough to have another erection. Time to breed this little girl again.

I bring the hand on her shoulder down to her chest, place it on her breast and stop her from walking any further. As a result, we gently bump into each other with my erect dick poking her butt.

“Well, look at that.” I say. “Spending time with a beautiful girl like you actually managed to get me hard again. That doesn’t usually happen.”

“W-we a-already d-did it, Kenric.” Gwyneth says as she grabs my arm and tries to pull it away from her chest. “I-it’s g-getting late. I s-should be g-going h-home.”

“I disagree.” I say as I pull her even tighter against me. “The night is still young, Gwyneth. And when a guy catches a girl on Samhain, he can enjoy her all night long.”

I start by groping her tit again with my right hand, and I bring my left hand to her pussy. This girl went wild last time I rubbed her clit. It is totally the button that turns on her slut-mode, so obviously I am going to push it again. As soon as I do, her little snatch start getting wet. You may be shy, but you actually really want this, you little horny brunette. I can hardly wait and start humping her butt again. I don’t have to wait long, though, for it doesn’t take long until Gwyneth starts moaning again.

“You should get on your hands and knees.” I whisper into her ear.

Without any hesitation, Gwyneth gets on her knees and positions herself for doggy style. Man, this girl wants it so bad. What a perfect obedient little slut of a wife for me to pleasure. We’re a perfect match, really. She wants dick and I have many days when I was hard but couldn’t fuck to catch up on. It is like we were made for each other.

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I get on my knees behind Gwyneth and place my hands on her butt. I squeeze her nice big asscheeks and start licking her pussy. I love the way she lost control the first time I fucked her and I want her to do it again. I keep going and going until I can hear her moaning regularly. Mmmmh, she’s ready for it again.

I get my dick ready in front of her pussy and slide it inside. As I enter her I hear her moan “Ah, yes.” It is faint, but I heard it. Don’t worry, Gwyneth, babe. I am going to give you the best sex of your life.

I get a firm grip of Gwyneth’s hip and start enjoying her. She already has my seed inside her, maybe even already pregnant with my child, so I don’t need to rush it. I can take it slow and enjoy her for as long as I can. I even let out a long low moan because of how good her pussy feels. Then I suddenly hear Gwyneth say something.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“I-I w-want to … enjoy i-it.” Gwyneth says shyly. “S-so please. Fuck me.”

Hearing her say she wants to enjoy my dick puts a smile on my face. But it could be better.

I lean forward, bringing my head close to Gwyneth’s ear while also keeping my dick motionless and half inside her . Then I ask my future wife, “Hmmm. Fuck me, who?”

“F-fuck me … Kenric”. Gwyneth says.

As soon as I hear her say my name, I slam my whole dick inside her. Ohhh, it feels so satisfying to hear a woman call my name while I’m fucking her.

I slowly pull my dick out while saying, “Don’t worry, Gwyneth.” After which I slam my whole length inside her again. Then I pull out slowly again and continue, “I am going to …” and slam back into her. “Take good care of you.” And slam inside her again. “I want you to …” And again. “… think back of tonight … as the best sex … in your life … I’ll make sure you … remember me.”

Even though I wanted to enjoy Gwyneth a long time, her begging me to fuck her drives me forward and my thrusts come faster and harder. I love that I was able to find myself a young tight pussy from the village. Not one of the nomad girls who can refuse marriage later.

I reach out for Gwyneth’s breasts again and squeeze them. Come on, ancestor spirits, go inside her womb and make her pregnant already. I want to squeeze the milk out of my future wife’s tits, watch her belly grow, fuck her every day and hear her moan my name.

Eventually, I reach my peak again and slam my dick all the way inside Gwyneth with a roar and hold it there. I cum and I pump another load of my precious baby makers deep inside her fertile fields. Gwyneth meanwhile also gets an orgasm. A powerful one where she screams “Yes, Kenric. Seed me. Breed me. Fill me up.”

She wants me! She wants me so bad. Oh man, I may not even need to get her pregnant to marry me. She may want to get married just so she could have more of my dick. When she finishes her orgasm, her arms buckle and lands with her face on the ground. Leaving her in this lovely position where she has her face down and her ass up.

It’s been enough now. Even if I wanted to seed Gwyneth a third time, I don’t think I have the energy for it. As soon as she is ready to continue, I take her hand and walk her to the path. No detours this time. Before I let her go, though, I look her in the eyes and thank her for tonight.

“Tonight was a good night, Gwyneth. I am glad I met you. I had a good time and I’m sure you did too.”

My words make poor Gwyneth blush and look away shyly. I am not done talking though, so I place a hand on her chin and make her look at me again.

“If at any time, you feel like experiencing something like this again, feel free to come visit me. My door is always open for you.”

Then, I place my lips on hers, give her one final kiss and let her go. Gwyneth blushes a little and without saying a word she steps over the rope to where I am no longer permitted to touch her. As soon as she is across though, she looks over her shoulder and glances at me again. I remember from past experiences that those girls who really didn’t like being with me, simply ran off without looking back. The ones that hesitate a little are not quite that opposed to me. For Gwyneth over here to stand there and look back at me, I can only assume I made a big impression on her. I mean, I fucked her so good that the closeted slut inside her got released twice. At the end, she even begged me to breed her. No wonder I am still on her mind. She then turns her back and heads off into the night. I return to the village as well, proud at myself for yet another successful Samhain.

After having picked up my clothes, I return home. To my empty house where I shall once again spend the night all by myself. The loneliness of the place quickly saps away any joy I had with Gwyneth earlier. I walk over to a pot with some leftover soup I made this morning. I light a fire under it and heat it up a little before eating it. It’ll be bad tomorrow anyways. Imagine that instead had someone like Gwyneth waiting here for me here. Smiling when she sees me come home, giving me a hug, maybe a kiss. She wouldn’t even need to be pregnant. All I ask is for someone to be happy to see me. Spend time with me.

I finish my soup and then get into bed. Alone. I take off the necklace I got from Gwyneth and read her name on the stones. This is my 23’d Samhain even now. In the prior 22 years, I have only been able to impregnate 2 girls and both of them were of the traveler clan. I clearly haven’t had much luck with the local girls and I shouldn’t fool myself into thinking this year is going to be any different. But when I trace my fingers along the stones of the necklace that spell out Gwyneth’s name, I really really hope this time there will be a change. Then I close my eyes and hope to dream of a better future.

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