The Woods

I removed my dress exposing my bare chest to him. I moved my hips with his, legs entwined as the trees concealed our passionate embrace from the rest of the world. I arched my hips my hands grabbing clumps of grass as he thrusted in and out of me in sweet hypnotic movements.

James continued to thrust deeply into her, feeling her warm and soft folds give way to him and embrace his cock. As she revealed her little, plump breasts he began to kiss them, his tongue slowly circling around her hard nipples. Meanwhile his hands caressed the gentle curves of her body - his head tenderly resting upon her chest as he did. Her jewelled crucifix still around his neck, the gift pressed between them.

I could feel our crucifix pressed deeply into skin leaving a pattern in my skin. His manhood rubbed against my clit I felt filled beyond expectation and enjoying the mind-numbing, hard and fast thrusts.  We were hungry for each other, both of us wanting to drink each other up to experience delirious satisfaction. A high pitched moaned escaped my lips causing two birds hidden in the trees to fly free.

James couldn't help but laugh, a gentle good natured murmur in her ear, as the birds flew from the leafy canopy above. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, their cheeks pressed together and her breasts rubbed against the sparse hair of his chest as he loved her. He wasn't much quieter either, his moans becoming more frequent - deep groan and sighs.

I put my lips only millimeters from his teasing him before I kissed him with a burst of passion. As my nectar engulfed his manhood I held onto him tightly . Uh James.. come with me. I couldn't hold on any longer I need my sweet release to come now. Closing my eyes I let the pleasure rush through my body as I came down his manhood hard.

He grinned as she teased him but his smile faded, his eyes shut as his pleasure reached it's peak.
James could feel her tighten around him and a low moan escaped his mouth. His own release was a shudder, his warm lips on her neck.

I pushed back his hair, letting him lay on me for awhile. I could feel our hearts beating together like they to were bound to one another. Our bodies were no longer strangers to one another anymore he was my home. I could never tire of you and your small endeaments you give to me.

James kissed her chest affectionately, remaining upon her for a while - in their balmy silence. The only noise being the starlings and blackbirds singing their sweet songs to one another and their breath - choppy and in unison.

Eventually he rolled off her, pulling up his breeches, "This moment shall never fade for me, " he replied and kissed her cross as if he were taking a vow, "It will stay with me - always."

He looked at her with a warm smile, he leaned to kiss her but noticed a few stray petals in her hair. He paused and thought, that she never looked more lovely than in that moment.

You make everything look effortless I bet you are just as gracefull in battle as you are with me. Cupping my breasts, I wrapped back on my dress noticing the lake once more. James would you mind if I went for a swim in the lake. It looks rather beautiful that I want to marvel in all it's glory.

He collected his shirt from the grass, brushing away the stray shards of grass and petals from the blossom trees around them. As she spoke of grace in battle he could not help but chuckle. It was easy for him now to wield his sword, it's weight barely registered to him. Yet, when he was a scrawny teenager he needed two hands to lift his sword - let alone fight with it.

"Well at least now, I like to think so yes, " he said with a warm smile on his face, fastening the ties of his shirt.

He glanced to the lake and then her - he would not tell her what to do. In fact, he didn't even consider telling her to do other than her will, but he would not leave her alone - it was instinctual to protect her.

"Just...have a care, love," he mumbled, not realising his term of endearment came out his moth. He touched her cheek and kissed her forehead with tender lips, "The current is strong further down stream. I'll be nearby...should you need me."

I blushed at his loving words never did I think I would be this happy with him. We brought out other sides in each other, I brought out his loving side and he my adventerous side. I was made for the water my love. The words were so easy to say like drinking sweet wine. I think we're good for each other James. I wrapped my arms around him content with just standing still for the moment.

He sighed contentedly as she wrapped herself in his arms. He was home with her - she calmed him, soothed him. He wrapped his strong arms around her, resting his chin gently upon her hair - noticing she still smelled of lavender, this time mingled with fresh air and grass. His ancestral home was Stirling but he ever really felt any pull to the land itself - content to travel about the country. Now he felt his heart connected to hers by some invisible thread. The thread stretched far enough but eventually reunited him with her in moments like this.

"I think you are right," he whispered and kissed her forehead tenderly. He dipped his head so he could look at her, one of his hands moving to touch her chin. His gaze was placid, his lips slightly turned into a smile, "I will do everything in my power to look after you, Mary, to love you. We shall look after each other - you and I."

Don't you already see my love you are already loving me. I reached up to kiss his lips, wrapping a hand around his neck as I lost myself in our kiss. He had the most perfect lips so soft, yet firm when they crashed against mine like waves hitting a rock.

He grinned boyishly beneath their kiss, both his arms resuming their position around her little waist - lifting her slightly off the ground as he brought her closer to him. He had known happiness, ecstasy and love - but never all at once...except with Mary. Above all else, she made him happy.

Gently I nudged his nose with mine the way horses did to each other. Actually before I bathe I think I would like that sword lesson you so kindly agreed to. I knew I was safe with James probably mor safe with him than guards. But I wanted to learn to protect myself just incase.

He set her carefully down upon the grass again, "I have only one with me," he replied and held onto the sturdy hilt. He took a few paces back from her and added with a wink, "It will be an unfair fight. "

He then removed the long, heavy sword from it's sheath - it hissed with a crisp, metallic noise as he held it in front of him. He stretched out one hand to her, as the other held the sword.

I watched in awe as he pulled his sword out I wanted to run my fingers over it. It was spotless no signs of battle appeared on it, it was like his child a friend in times of danger. I placed my delicate fingers in his hand watching his every movement.

"Come here," he said and brought her gently to him, his eyes were warm and his words almost soothing. He carefully held the sword away from her as she came closer.

Once she was near him, he shifted his position so he was at her back. Both of them faced towards the lake. It glinted with the afternoon, sparkling like the evening sky - reflecting the golden rays of the sun, "It's heavy," he mumbled, "Be careful."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding the sword straight in front of them both - encouraging her to take hold of the hilt, "Feet a little apart," he said, his voice low and deep in her ear.

His breath in my ear always made me giggle it sent a shiver throughout my body causing me to shudder. When he was giving instructions I looked at him seeing the passion for this hobby etched on his face. My hand was gripped tightly around the sword, as I leaned my body back against his. Whats next captain.

He smirked at how she addressed him and took a step back from her, letting her hold the sword alone, "Get used to the weight of it first," he said and walked to stand in front of her. He had seen boys and even men bigger than her drop the sword when they first held it.

He scratched his beard as he stood in front of her, appraising how she held the sword. He then held his hands behind his back, thinking it was a strange combination; she was so gentle to behold - her appearance was graceful. The cold metal of the sword in conflict with her natural warmth, "After that...bend your right elbow and point the tip towards the sky...and do the same with your left."

I panicked as James stood in front of me how was I going to hold a sword on my own. I strained a smile on my face as I felt the sword slowly drop downwards towards the floor. It's much better with you guiding me. I said through a strained voice feeling my cheeks flush bright red. Maybe just a dagger would be fine for me.

As he reached the front of her, he noticed the pink flush to her cheeks and the blade gradually falling closer to the earth in her hands. He chuckled good naturedly and strode closer to her, taking the sword carefully from her hand, "You are right."

He slide the sword back into the sheath, touching her cheek with his free hand and kissing her affectionately, "We shall use sticks for now."

He examined the grass beneath them and detected two long twigs. He collected both, handing her the larger and keeping the smaller one for himself, "Now do as I asked with the sword," he said.

I stretched my arms in front of me deciding it was best to keep all sword duties with the men. It would be very undignified for a queen to fight with a sword and I didn't want to lose my allure. Taking the stick I did as he said. My right elbow was out straight while my I pointed the stick towards the sky. If I had a glove I would challenge you to a duel.

He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye, "No gloves needed."

He took a few paces, steadying his position - walking on the balls of his feet like a dancer, as if he were ready to run or fight at a moments notice. James stood in front of her, as if the music had just stopped in a dance, facing her, looking into each other's eyes. She stood heads below him but her posture was such that she looked tall, her slender body graceful as she elongated her arm.

Gently he tapped her sword, his eyes not leaving hers. The angle she held her stick at meant he could only touch twig, "Defence is the most important thing," he said.

It was hard to keep focus when such a beautiful man stood in front of me. When he spoke of defence I had hoped he would defend where his scars are. So what if I did this. Taking my stick I gently swung it in a circle, hitting the lowest part of his stick nearer his hands.