Wedding Knight

"It's not really a whole story, more of a scene" Maggie says.

"Go on" says Dave.

"O.k. …"

Sir Michael looked down at his beautiful bride as she sprawled naked in the bed in front of him. He had given up half a kingdom for her, and would have willingly given up even more just to see her like this. She smiled a smile halfway between sweetness and naughtiness.

"There will be plenty of time to view me naked throughout the days of our marriage husband" she said "Or do you wish to lock the image of me as unspoiled in your memory, like a portrait, before you ravish me? If so, father has a few portraits of me as a girl you might like to see."

"My goodness, Penelope, you have a wicked tongue for one so young and supposedly innocent." said Michael.

"I also have desires dear husband." Penelope said "Desires which I have kept in check for the sake of my father's 'honor' since the day I set eyes on you."

"And my life, Penelope, do not forget that. Had we allowed our desires to control us your father would have seen me executed and you in a nunnery."

"Too true, but now we are wed there is no longer anything holding us back. In fact, it is expected that we will give in to our desires."

Michael needed no more encouragement. Removing his robe he walked to his bride. She opened her legs to greet him, revealing to him her virgin womanhood. He took up position above her and then lowered his face to kiss her lips. It was not the first kiss they had shared, even propriety and the fear of the headman's axe had not been enough to stop them sharing this, but it was the most fierce. Freed from the bounds that had kept them apart their passions were unquenchable. Michael fell atop her, crushing her breasts against his chest. She grabbed at him desperately, as if mortally afraid that she might loose him. Eventually she broke the kiss long enough to beg him to enter her most cherished place.

Lying her on her back again, Michael positioned his manhood at her entrance. He liked down at her face, a mask of love and desire, and with one quick thrust buried his shaft within her. She cried out and gripped his shoulders as he thrust in and out of her. Eventually he could hold no longer and pored his seed deep within her willing womb.

..."

Maggie looks up from the page. Her face hot and her panties wet. She doesn't need to ask Dave what he thought of it as the bulge she could feel against her ass makes it clear.

She asks anyway. In response Dave reaches up and removes her glasses, places them on the night stand, puts his other hand behind her head and brings her face to his...