Week of Fucking

Later that Day

The tent flap had barely closed before Bell's hands found Alice's hips, spinning her around and shoving her back against the wooden dresser. The impact rattled the small mirror sitting on top of it, and Alice's green eyes went wide for just a second before narrowing with that familiar look of defiance that Bell had come to crave.

"You couldn't wait five more minutes?" Alice breathed, but her fingers were already hooking into Bell's belt, yanking the leather loose with a clank of the buckle.

"Five minutes is five minutes too long," Bell growled against her mouth. Her short brown hair was still matted with dirt from what had just happened outside, and her plump body pressed Alice firmly against the dresser's edge. Those heavy breasts of hers flattened against Alice's chest through their clothes, and Alice could already feel the unmistakable hardness growing beneath Bell's trousers.

Bell yanked Alice's trousers down in one rough motion, then lifted one of Alice's legs and wrapped it around her own hip. Alice's red hair splayed across the dresser's surface as she arched back, and Bell freed herself. Her thick cock sprung out, already flushed and rigid. She didn't bother with preamble. She lined herself up and pushed in.

Bell didn’t rush the first thrust. She let Alice feel the slow, aching press of it, the deliberate stretch that made her breath hitch. Then Bell leaned in closer, so close her forehead nearly touched Alice’s, their warm breaths being felt against each other's faces. Her dark eyes locked onto Alice’s green ones a dominating stare that pinned her in place, unyielding and possessive, a silent claim that dared her to look away. Bell and Alice kept staring into each other's unblinking eyes as Bell's hips began a measured, grinding rhythm, each thrust a little deeper, each claiming stroke spoken only through the heat passing between their open mouths.

Bell continued to thrust. Not gently. Each push drove Alice's ass back against the dresser, the wood creaking, the mirror trembling. Alice's leg tightened around Bell's back, pulling her in deeper, and her hands gripped the dresser's edge behind her. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the small tent obscene and rhythmic and impossible to ignore.

"Harder," Alice whispered.

Bell grabbed Alice's hip with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, and she obliged. The thrusts became shorter, sharper, more punishing. The dresser banged against the tent pole with each one, and Alice's moans climbed in pitch until they were nearly screams.

"Fuck me harder Bell! Fuck!!!! "

Bell's mouth found Alice's ear, and she started nibbling on the outside of it. Alice immediately started jerking.

"I'm going to cum," Alice gasped, and her nails dug into Bell's shoulder through her shirt. "Bell - I'm -"

Bell felt the sudden clench around her cock, the way Alice’s pussy gripped and pulsed, the hot spill of Alice’s release flooding around her, and it sent her right over the edge with a groan that vibrated against Alice’s bitten ear. She emptied deep inside, each pulse of her cum a thick, claiming heat that Alice felt spreading, filling her, and she whimpered at the sensation. They came together, Bell’s hips jerking erratically, Alice’s leg locked tight around her, both of them shuddering through it with their foreheads pressed together and their breath mingling in the small space between their open mouths.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Then Alice laughed, breathless, and said, "I think we bent the wood."

Bell glanced at the dresser without pulling out. "Worth it."

Day 2

The next morning they were in the woods. Bell had said she needed to scout the treeline, but what she'd actually needed was to get Alice alone again, away from the camp, away from everything. They'd barely made it fifty meters from the tents before Bell had Alice's clothes off entirely, shoved up against a thick oak with the bark digging into her bare skin.

Alice faced away from her, her palms flat against the tree trunk, her back arched and her ass pushed out. Bell entered her from behind in one long stroke that made Alice's fingers scrape against the bark.

"Fuck yes" Alice's voice echoed through the trees, and Bell clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Quiet. Someone will hear."

Alice bit down on Bell's palm, and Bell yanked her hand away with a hiss. "Don't."

"Then make me quiet some other way," Alice challenged over her shoulder.

Bell responded by grabbing Alice's hips and slamming forward. The force drove Alice's chest flat against the tree trunk, and the rough bark scraped across her breasts, her collarbone, the soft skin below her throat. Red lines bloomed where the wood caught and dragged.

Alice made a sound that wasn't quite a moan and wasn't quite a cry. It was something between them. A guttural, startled noise that seemed to surprise even her. Her pussy clenched hard around Bell's cock, and then she was cumming, fast and sudden, her whole body shaking against the tree.

Bell slowed, breathing hard. "Did you just, already?"

"Don't stop," Alice panted. Her cheek was pressed against the bark now, her eyes half-closed.

Bell studied the red scratches across Alice's chest, the way her nipples had hardened against the rough wood, the way her body was still trembling. A slow grin spread across Bell's dirty face. "You're a little masochist, aren't you?"

"Shut up."

"You are." Bell pushed Alice's head against the bark not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to hold her in place. "The pain gets you off."

Alice's only answer was a ragged cry torn from somewhere deep in her gut, her inner muscles gripping Bell with a ferocity that made Bell gasp. Bell drove into her again, and again, each brutal thrust mashing Alice's breasts and belly against the unforgiving bark. The scratches multiplied, crisscrossing her skin in angry red lines, and Alice's moans pitched higher, wilder, until she shattered, a second orgasm ripping through her so violently that her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if not for Bell's iron grip on her hips.

Bell held her up by the hips and fucked her through it, whispering filthy things against the back of her neck until she emptied herself inside Alice with a shuddering groan.

Afterward, Alice leaned against the tree, chest heaving, covered in scratches and cum and sweat. She looked at Bell with glassy green eyes and said, "We need to find a different tree next time."

Bell smirked. "Why? This one seems to be doing its job."

Day 3

Alice and Bell were on the tent floor, already locked in a play wrestling fight. Alice had shoved Bell down and straddled her, taking Bell's cock inside her with a rough, deliberate roll of her hips while Bell bucked and grabbed at her waist. Alice caught Bell’s wrist mid-struggle and slammed it down.

"No touching."

Bell's eyes snapped open. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Alice rode her with a controlled rhythm, her red hair swaying, her green eyes locked on Bell's face with an expression of pure smugness. She planted both of Bell's hands against the floor above her head and leaned over, triumphant, her small breasts hovering just above Bell's massive ones.

Bell struggled against Alice's grip, but Alice had leverage now, and she held firm. "Stay," Alice commanded, and clenched around Bell's cock as punctuation.

Bell's hips bucked involuntarily. "You little"

But whatever insult she'd been forming dissolved into a groan as Alice ground down in a slow circle. Bell started thrusting up from below, hard, trying to break Alice's composure. Each upward thrust made Alice's body bounce, made her breath hitch, but she held on. Her fingers tightened around Bell's wrists, and she rode Bell's thrusts like she was riding a storm, her moans getting louder and less controlled.

"Come on," Bell taunted from below, thrusting up even harder. "Break for me."

Alice's arms were shaking. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically now, her orgasm building fast, and she could feel her grip on Bell's wrists loosening with each wave of pleasure. "I .. fuck, I won't .."

But she did. The orgasm hit her like a wall, and her whole body seized, her hands going slack, her head dropping forward with a broken cry. Bell ripped her hands free the instant she felt Alice's grip falter.

In one fluid motion, Bell grabbed Alice's waist and flipped her. Alice landed on her back with a yelp, and before she could recover, Bell was on top of her, pinning both of Alice's wrists above her head with one large hand.

"My turn," Bell said, and drove into her missionary.

Alice's back arched off the floor, her still spasming pussy clenching around Bell's cock as Bell set a brutal pace. "You ... fuckk, you cheated."

"You came. That's not cheating. That's losing." Bell's fat tits pressed against Alice's chest as she leaned down, her hips pistoning, her cock hitting deep with every thrust. She held Alice's wrists pinned and fucked her through the aftershocks until Alice was writhing, overstimulated, gasping, and then building toward another peak entirely.

"Tell me when you're close," Bell ordered.

"I hate you," Alice moaned.

"Tell me."

"I'm close. I'm gonn"

Bell kissed her hard, swallowing the scream as Alice came again, and Bell followed seconds later with a groan that vibrated through both their bodies.

Day 4

By day four, their bodies were running on fumes. They lay in bed together, Bell spooned behind Alice, both of them naked under the thin blanket. Bell's cock was still inside Alice. They'd fallen asleep that way the night before and hadn't separated.

Bell's hips moved in an almost unconscious rhythm, slow and lazy, barely pulling out before pushing back in. Each thrust was more of a rock than anything, the kind of movement a body makes when it's caught between exhaustion and instinct.

Alice let out a soft, sleepy moan. "Bell..."

"Mm." Bell's voice was barely a murmur against the back of Alice's neck.

"Are you still fucking me?"

"Dunno." Another slow, unconscious thrust. "Maybe."

Alice's hand found Bell's thigh behind her and squeezed weakly. "You're insane."

"Your pussy's still warm," Bell mumbled, and her hips rocked again. "Can't stop."

They lay there in the dark, both of them barely conscious, Bell's cock shifting inside Alice in that maddening slow rhythm. Alice's breathing deepened first, then Bell's, and somewhere in the space between waking and sleep, Bell's hips kept moving slow, steady, automatic even as soft snores escaped her parted lips.

They slept that way until the afternoon, joined together, Bell's body seeking pleasure even in dreams.

Day 5

Day five was different. Alice noticed it the moment she stepped into the tent. Candles everywhere. Dozens of them, covering every flat surface, casting the small space in warm, flickering gold. The air smelled of tallow and something faintly floral.

Bell stood in the middle of it all, naked, her plump body golden in the candlelight, her brown hair actually clean for once. She looked almost nervous, which was so unlike her that Alice stopped in the doorway.

"What is this?"

Bell swallowed. "I want to try some roleplay. I want to pretend we're a married couple." Her voice was quiet. "I know our start was weird, and it's really early to be thinking about this kind of thing. But I've always wanted to be with someone like you, and I want to pretend we are deeply in love just for a bit. Will you do that with me?"

Alice stood still for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then something shifted in her eyes. A softening. She thought about it, really thought about it, about what it would mean to pretend they were something more than what they were. Something permanent. Something tender. She found that she wanted it. More than she'd expected to. She wasn't sure if she was ready to settle down, but when she did find the right person she knew she would love it. "Yes," she said. "I'll do it."

Bell smiled, but held it together. She wanted this to be different. Bell guided Alice down onto the bed with a gentleness that felt foreign between them. She settled on top of Alice, between her spread legs, and pushed in slowly, so slowly that Alice's breath caught and held for the entire descent. When Bell was fully seated inside her, she didn't thrust. She just stayed there, filling Alice, looking down at her with those dark eyes.

Then she pulled Alice's face close and kissed her.

It was a slow kiss. Unhurried. The kind of kiss that married people give each other after years of knowing exactly how the other's mouth fits. Bell's tongue traced Alice's lower lip, and Alice opened for her, and they melted together as Bell's hips began a slow, rolling rhythm.

Alice's hands found Bell's back, her fingertips tracing the curve of her spine, pulling her closer. Bell's heavy breasts pressed against Alice's chest, soft and warm, and their bodies moved together in the candlelight with a tenderness that neither of them had shown before.

Bell broke the kiss, breathing hard. Her hips kept moving, slow, deep, deliberate.

"I love you," Alice said quietly. The words came out without hesitation, without embarrassment, as if she'd been holding them for days and had simply been waiting for the right moment. "I love you, and I want you to make me a mother."

Bell's rhythm stuttered. Her eyes searched Alice's face, looking for the joke, the taunt, the game. She found none.

"You mean that," Bell whispered.

"I mean it." Alice's legs wrapped around Bell's waist, pulling her deeper. "I want a family with you. I want you to fill me every night until it takes."

Bell's face crumpled with something that looked like joy and disbelief and hunger all tangled together. "Yes," she said. "Yes. We'll raise a whole family. Kids running around during the day, driving us crazy. And every night..."

"Every night you fuck me slowly and lovingly until we make another one," Alice finished, her voice thick with emotion and arousal.

"Until we make a dozen," Bell promised, and kissed her again.

Their mouths stayed fused as Bell's thrusts gradually built speed, still tender, still intimate, but harder now, deeper, with purpose behind them. Alice clung to Bell's back and whimpered into the kiss, her pussy clenching around Bell's cock in rhythmic waves that matched the building rhythm of their hips.

"I can't wait," Alice gasped between kisses, "to feel my beautiful wife's cock inside me every night. Kissing those stupid lovable lips of yours while you fill me up."

Bell groaned against her mouth. "Wife. You said wife."

"You are. You're my wife."

Bell's thrusts became faster and more urgent, the tenderness giving way to something raw and aching. The candles flickered with the motion of their bodies, and the tent filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, wet, rhythmic, punctuated by soft moans and whispered promises.

When they came, it was together, Bell burying herself deep and holding there, her cock pulsing inside Alice, Alice's walls milking every drop. They stayed tangled in each other's arms as the candles burned low, kissing lazily, not yet ready to separate

Day 6

The next day was supposed to be business.

The prisoner sat tied to the chair, a bruise darkening her cheek where Bell's fist had landed earlier. She was talking, giving up details about a brigand camp two valleys over, names, numbers, supply routes. Bell sat across from her at the small table, parchment and ink ready, taking notes.

What the prisoner could not see, what Bell could very much feel, was Alice on the floor under the table, on her knees, with Bell's cock halfway down her throat.

Bell's handwriting held steady despite the deepthroating. She bit the inside of her cheek and kept writing, her face a mask of professional calm while Alice worked her mouth up and down the shaft with slow, wet devotion.

"The camp is near the river bend," the prisoner was saying. "Maybe thirty fighters. They rotate watch every -,"

Alice swallowed around the head of Bell's cock, and a soft, involuntary moan slipped out of Bell's mouth.

The prisoner paused. "What?"

"Nothing. Continue. Every four hours, you said?"

The prisoner frowned but kept talking. Bell's pen scratched across the parchment, but her concentration was fracturing. Alice's tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of her shaft, and then Alice pulled back just enough to suck hard on the tip, and Bell's pen stopped moving entirely.

"Hold on," Bell said to the prisoner, her voice slightly strangled.

"What do you mean hold on? I'm literally tied to a chair."

"One moment." Bell set down the pen and reached under the table, grabbing Alice by the hair and pulling her off with a wet pop. Alice grinned up at her, lips swollen, chin slick with saliva, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"You're going to get us both in trouble," Bell hissed under her breath.

"You started it by making me wait while you did paperwork."

Bell stood up from the chair, her cock jutting out obscenely, glistening with Alice's spit. She grabbed Alice by the shoulders and shoved her down onto the ground, chest first, her ass in the air. Alice yelped as her nipples scraped against the rough tent floor, but she lifted her hips higher anyway, presenting herself.

The prisoner jolted in the chair, eyes going wide. She had not known Alice was there. The sudden reveal, the sight of Alice sprawled on the floor, Bell dropping down on top of her, drew a choked sound from the prisoner's throat. Her mouth opened and closed, her bruised face twisting with confusion and shock.

Bell's full weight pressed Alice flat, her cock sliding between Alice's thighs and finding the entrance to her pussy. She pushed in with one motion, and Alice's face pressed against the floor as a long, shameless moan poured out of her.

"I actually have a fucking job to do," Bell growled against Alice's ear, her hips already pumping.

Alice turned her head, green eyes blazing, and said, "Then stop talking about it and start fucking me."

Bell smiled, that sharp, hungry smile that always made Alice's stomach flip, and grabbed both of Alice's arms, pinning them above her head against the floor. She started thrusting hard, her plump body grinding Alice into the ground, her heavy cock stretching Alice open with each stroke.

Behind them, the prisoner in the chair cleared her throat loudly, still staring. "So should I just... keep talking? About the camp?"

"Sure," Bell grunted between thrusts. "Thirty fighters. River bend. Got it."

"Maybe I could come back at a better time-"

"You're fine," Bell said, and drove into Alice so hard that Alice screamed into the floor and came immediately, her pussy spasming around Bell's cock. Bell was going to have fun with this.