Forbidden

Chapter Four

        It looked like there haven't been any one living here for ages. There was so much debris. Parts of the cottages roof were torn apart, exposing the floor to the elements. The corners were moldy and flooded from the recent down pour. The place was a total mess. To the back of the cottage there was a steep, wide ravine. It flowed aggressively carrying everything in its way. The guards were still close by, watching his every move. It began to rain once more, so heavy that it blurred your vision. He knew what was coming, he knew he deserved it but he wasn't ready to die. 

        He walked calmly to the back of the hut, pretending to have an urge to pee. He then lifted his head to take a peek, ignoring the sound of his heart in his ear. Two of the guards were now gone, with two of the remaining guards approaching unhurriedly. With instant reflex, he fled, heading towards the ravine. They rushed behind, shouting " Don't let him get away". Following excruciating pain, he slowed down to see an arrow jotting out of his side. With his constant movement, it didn't take long for the blood to start trickling down. A few large steps away from the ravine, the two guards chasing from behind fired an arrow. One took him under his bottom with the other piercing deep in his back , grazing his spine. The pain and shock threw him forward, causing him to fall into the rushing water stomach down. The current tossed him around, allowing the arrows to go even deeper. 

         All four guards stood on the bank watching his lifeless body flow away. One of the guards looked angry. "For my brother, you piece of s**t". "Come on, we need to report back to the king". the smaller looking guard said. They left, leaving the food and clothes behind. " Yah yah", the horses sped up.  In less than ten minutes they arrived at Rokspare. "Aquadius ! they're back", Malia woke him from his rest. He got up from the bed and walked slowly to the kitchen area. "Papa?". "Get back in the room Theodore", he blurted quietly.  "Come now child", she tucked him in with Eridesa. They got off the carriage, looking towards the huts. 

         "What do they want?", malia asked openly. Aquadius motioned for her to stay back. The guards didn't come forward. It almost seemed like they were arguing. You could have seen from the distance since the rain had seized. "I don't know about this", the smaller guard said. "Shut it, you're nothing but cowards. All of you!". "This is insane, he will crush you with his bare hands if it is his will". one of the four said. "Shut the f*ck up", he shouted. Samuel was so desperate that he was willing to attack the fallen knight. In that case he would cook up a story for the king about he being the one who attacked them and killed Roman.

          "The king won't even visit anytime soon" " He's right, I prefer go to prison for the rest of my life rather than be gutted", the smaller guard replied. "F*cking idiots", Samuel boarded the carriage. "they're leaving", Malia came closer to the half opened window.

        " Is there any more soup?" he asked still staring at the carriage heading towards the sinking sun. She stared at his large frame for a second then laughed softly. He turned then. " Is something funny", he raised his scarred eye brow. "You eat too much". "Do you not see my size", he says. She raises her eyebrow teasingly. He smiles, showing his stainless teeth.  He approaches her, still holding his sharpened axe. "Are you teasing me wife"? "No!", she said abruptly, retreating to the room. He dropped the axe an captured her from the back. His colossal manhood already standing at attention, resting firmly against her back.

          He walked her to the room whispering sweet nothings in her ear. As soon as they laid down, it began to rain. He smiled at her for she knew what this meant. He undressed her, taking in her petite but extra full body like it was the first time he saw her. He then removed his clothes. After having two kids for him, she still was a bit intimidated by his site. 

           He fitted his self between her thighs, kissing her rosy cheeks. He took his time on each of her breast, caressing them with his tongue and long fingers. She was already so moist that when he started to go lower she pulled him back up. He smiled against her stomach. His first nectar sipped out on her thigh leaving a cold wetness.  He positioned his self and slowly pressed his wood onto her folds. He stared at her already red face while he went deeper. She placed her hands around his shoulders while he stroked gently, still half way out. He didn't want to force his self fully in, so he waited patiently for her to get ask for it. She moaned softly just enough for him to hear. 

          He kissed her neck and even gave her a small bite. "Quad", she let out in a sexy voice. He moaned in her ear. "F*ck Malia", he was close to letting his seed loose so he quickly came off her. It felt to good, he needed to last longer. " What's wrong", she asked him. "You're so tight", he held his rod like it hurt. He parted her thighs exposing her area. He inhaled her scent " hm, f*ck Malia, what are you doing to me", his pre-seed bubbled up onto the sheets. Her fingers went through his black strands while he massaged her sensitive spot. Like fresh water coming from a spring, she sprayed on his face even in his hair. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry", she looked at him with her big grey eyes. He only smiled an gave her ticklish butterfly kisses on her inner thigh.

         If she only knew how she was driving him insane by seeing her so wet and aroused. Worsening the matter for him, she kept biting her sexy pink lips. The strength he needed on the battle field to not fly a mans head, he needed even more to not dive in her an crush her womb. He went back in, she wiggled under him. Her soft moans mad him even harder. "Oh Quad, deeper". She only had to say it once. He pulled all the way out and plunged into her making her scream. Her sharp nails dug so deep in his back it bruised sending fresh dots of blood out. "Arh!", he buried his self in her moisture ignoring the light stings on his back. 

        " Oh sweet grace, Malia I'm cu..". She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Sweet heart, No". She pulled him closer, his chest resting heavily on her round, full, luscious breast. As he loosed control, she tightened her grip. He flooded her insides with his seed. His final stroke was so deep and hard that she trembled from the mild pain. They stayed stuck together, breathing heavily, surrounded by the scent of their love. He knew he could have pulled away but he wanted to feel every bit of it. He placed soft kisses on her cheek and neck until she fell asleep. This woman was his and his alone. He would behead the man who even thought about taking her away from him.