The Last Book

The collar around Constance's neck itched slightly in the dry autumn air. Although that mild discomfort was far from her main concern right now. She found all her focus was taken up by the feeling of that same cold, dry air on her naked body as she crawled along the woodland path.

She could hear Lord Arbroath walking a few paces behind her, the leash hanging loosely in his hand, ready to yank on if she got out of line. Not that she would be able to run off, it would be hard enough to explain her nudity let alone the small metal butt plug.

All she could do was rue the day she had tried to walk away with a few silver spoons.

“I begged father for a dog when I was a boy,” the Lord said conversationally. “But father refused me every time. Told me that they were filthy beasts.”

His tone did not change as Constance felt the collar being gently tugged on, she came to a stop, glad of the rest as he hunkered down beside her.

“Of course he should have added that they are dishonest beasts.” He went on, his gloved hand running slowly down her bare back, sending shivers down her spine in spite of herself. “You can bring them into your home and they will still steal from you.”

At that he gave her ass a hard slap, the sound ringing out in the chill morning air along with her own whimper of pain and pleasure. Before his hand returned to caress her once again, his fingers tracing over the plug as he spoke.

“Of course the dog can be trained,” he said, tugging at the plug as if to drive the point home. “And if you care for them just right they can provide you with a bountiful litter.”

As he said that Constance felt his gloved fingers trace over her sex. In the two months since this had all began he had left her maidenhead intact. Yet now she felt his thick fingers spreading her lips, teasing her sex in a way unlike anything before.

Before she really had a chance to think about his words he was on her. His free hand working his member free from the confines of his clothing. The hand still holding the leash pulled it tight, forcing her to rear up on her knees as he moved around behind her.

She braced herself for the sensation of the plug being pulled from her, a toy he had ordered her to keep in so she would always be ready. Yet that moment did not come, instead, she felt the steely length of his cock slide between her cheeks to press at her virgin sex.

“Please, sir!” She begged as his intentions became clear but her plea was cut short.

“Please what?” He growled in her ear, his voice like rolling thunder. “Did you really think I would not expect repayment in full?”

As he spoke she felt his girth stretching her. She had nearly gotten used to the use of her ass, had even come to enjoy although she would never admit that even to herself. Yet she knew that she could not refuse him, he had given her more than she had served after the theft had been discovered and yet…

“I…” she tried to say something but the words were choked off in her throat as she felt him thrust forward into her. The weight of his body pushing her down flat onto her stomach. The earthy scent of the leaf litter filled her nose as she felt her maidenhead, so carefully preserved, torn asunder by his pulsing length.

His breath was hot in her ear. The weight and warmth of his body combining with the surroundings to make this feel truly animal. For the first time since this had all began she felt like a dog. A bitch being breed with all the vigour in the world.

She grasped fistfuls of leaves and soil as he began to thrust into her. Short and sharp movements that sent shockwaves of sensation through her body and drove whimpers and moans of pleasure from her lips. Sounds that only seemed to drive his own lust higher as he panted in her ear and drove his thick member easily into her dripping sex.

At that moment someone could have walked right up to them and they would not have noticed. So lost in the animal pleasure where they. The sounds of moans and slapping flesh filling the air as the Lord rushed towards his own orgasm.

When it finally came he nearly howled. His cock pulsing deep inside her, filling her virgin womb with his virile seed, forever marking her as his. The forcefulness of the mating and the sensation of him pulsing deep inside her was enough to push poor Constance over the edge as well. Her body shaking like a leaf under him as her mind was filled with a certainty that she was now carrying this mans child.