Ulfgar leaned in close to the neck of his horse as it thundered
down the road through the forest. The heavy breathing of the animal filled his
ears. He could feel each beat of its heart racing and pounding as he pushed it
to its limits. With each driving thump of that heart and each echoing thud of the
beast’s powerful hooves, he drew closer to home. As he thought about seeing her—his
beloved pet—his heart began to pound in rhythm with his horse. He had not seen
his Little One for far too long.
"Damn those rebels," he whispered, then raised his
voice to a yell: "Run with the wind, my friend!" he encouraged his
steed, wishing to go even faster. He knew that he was being reckless with this
pace, but he could not help it; the need to get back was overwhelming.
Before he knew it, Ulfgar was passing through a set of large,
sturdy wooden gates and into the courtyard of his home. He pulled up hard on
the reins and before his mount could even come to a complete stop, threw
himself to the ground, blindly tossed the reins to a servant, and made straight
for the main entryway. Throwing the doors open with more vehemence than
necessary, he began to order the servants to leave for the night; he did not
want anyone around to bother him this evening. As he climbed the stairs two at
a time, he began to remove his armor and weapons.
Pieces of armor hit the floor, making loud clattering sounds as
they bounced across the hard stone. With firm kicks, the items were sent
skidding away. The sound echoed down the corridor, and a woman came into the
hall to see what the racket was. When she saw him—and that wicked, gleeful look
in his eyes—she turned with a giggle of excitement and ran all the way to the
back of the hallway, through an entry.
When he got there, he found her kneeling on the floor, naked and
facing away from the door. With just a glance, he could tell that she was in
perfect position: Her ass was angled up at him, her chest and forehead pressed
to the cold stone floor. His cherished whip rested neatly on her back with the
handle right at the top of her ass cheeks. Her arms lay straight at her sides,
palms up. He
always marveled at the way with which she could assume this pose, so quick and
with such perfect calm. Her breath came so light and even that his whip did not
even tremble with the motion. She was truly a treasure to behold.
Despite the fact that he had sent all the servants away for the
night, he slammed the door closed behind him. As it shuddered in its frame,
he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back; he had forgotten to
remove his helmet.
With a deep growl of frustration and barely concealed rage, he
tore the offending item from his head and threw it across the room. He heard it
hit a shelf but did not bother to look as the impact sent some of his pet’s trinkets
tumbling to the ground. He would contemplate the implications of the noise
later.
He caught her irrepressible shiver at the sound of his rage—it
excited her that things would be especially painful this night. Her breath was
coming quicker now, and he was beginning to catch her scent in the air. He
sensed that she was eager and pleased at the idea of what he wanted to do to
her.
He stalked up to her, caressed her tight, supple ass, watching
as small bumps began to form on her tender skin. With one hand, he gave her
cheeks a firm smack, with the other, he grabbed the whip.
"Hello, Little Girl, are you ready for some fun?” he asked
as he walked around to her other side.
When her answer did not come quick enough, he swung the whip and
struck her full on the ass. A tiny yelp escaped her mouth with the
impact. The sound was so subtle that he barely heard it, yet it drove him
on, inflaming him to his very core. Even his soul was set aflame by such an
erotic sound coming from his Little One. He struck her again and again, leaving
painful red welts across her soft, yielding flesh. It wasn’t long before her
body betrayed her: he could see the way her pussy was swelling, the wetness
that shone between her thighs. He brought the whip down a final time with all
his might; she screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and pain, collapsing to the
floor.
For the briefest second, Ulfgar was worried that he had truly
hurt his pet, but then he saw the faint smile she was trying to hide. He
grabbed her by the hair and roughly lifted her from the ground, forcing her to
stand. Once she was stable, he bent her head back, his fist still tangled in
her long hair. The sight of her delicate neck exposed like that stirred
the fire inside him even further: he had to taste her flesh. Pulling her
toward him, he bent and bit down on the side of her neck. She stiffened at the
pain, moaning slightly as it spread from her neck across her shoulders. He bit
down harder and held her against his body when her knees grew weak. He could
feel his teeth sinking into her skin. When her breath caught in her throat from
the pain, he stopped and released the pressure. Pulling back to survey his
work, he saw that his teeth had left deep marks in her flesh, which was already
turning a bright red. There would be a hell of a bruise, come morning.
With a satisfied grunt, he began dragging her toward the bed.
When he was near enough, he threw her onto it with all the pent-up passion
and frustration of a warrior who had been away for far too many moons. She
skidded and bounced on the soft surface, coming to a stop near the foot of
the bed. She was well-trained: immediately, she crawled into her
presentation position—the same one she had been in on the floor. As she was
settling, he drew close to her, and his large angry presence made every muscle
in her body quiver.
The bed shifted as he climbed onto it behind her, but still
she tried to hold as perfectly still as her trembling body would allow. Ulfgar paused
and looked at his Little Girl, kneeling there in front of him. She was so
beautiful, and he loved her so much. He reached out, caressing her bright red
ass. She twitched under his touch. He pulled his hand back and
brought it down on her thigh. The sound and feel of his hand slapping her made
him eager for more. He smacked her thighs a few more times, bringing a lovely
red tint to her skin. When the color pleased him, he stopped and took in the
sight of her again.
Her breathing was coming in shallow, labored gasps. He
chuckled to himself, knowing she was trying to guess what he was going to do
next. Without giving her any hints, he slid his finger up the exposed lips
of her pussy, getting it nice and wet with her juices. When he was good and ready,
he drove it forward into her. The feeling of his rough, scarred, and calloused
finger entering her was enough to make her gasp loudly, and he felt her body
clench down hard around his digit.
Encouraged, he added two more fingers, driving them into her
hard and fast. He enjoyed the feeling of her pussy contracting around them. He
leaned down, his tongue grazing her tight little asshole. With a small whimper,
she lifted her hips toward him.
He pulled back and brought his free hand down onto her already
sore, red ass. "Did I say that you could move?" His voice was a
stern, low growl. The dull thudding pain radiated through her ass and down to
her pussy, which tightened even more around his
deeply embedded fingers.
He bent to lick her again, pleased when she remained motionless
this time, and he worked his way down between her thighs. Removing his fingers
from inside her, he sucked them clean, relishing the earthy, woman-taste of his
pet.
She shivered and whimpered as his tongue pushed into the deep
folds of her pussy, but he could tell that she was doing her best to keep still
for him. Enjoying her struggle, he pressed his fingers against the hard nub of
her clit and ran his tongue along her labia, pushing it in and out of her until
he felt her body begin to stiffen. Her
thighs and pussy were getting tense—a sure sign that she was close to her
climax, which he wasn’t ready to allow. She knew that she must ask his
permission first.
He heard her draw in a breath, knew what she wanted, and removed
his tongue, giving her clit a little pinch for good measure. Suddenly, her
entire body went rigid and began to shudder, and her juice dripped all over his
face. Ulfgar sat back and watched as his Little One pressed her face into the
bedclothes, trembling through her orgasm, even as she knew that he was
undoubtedly angry with her. He waited until she was through, until she lifted
her head, then, before she could even begin to form an apology, he grabbed
her hair and pulled back on it roughly, causing her head to come back, her back
to bend, and her ass to lift toward him. When she was crying out from the pain, he drove his cock into her
without warning
She bucked back against him, whether fighting against him or
trying to get him even further inside, it was hard to tell. Once again, he
smacked her ass with all his might. "You will learn, Little One," he
grunted. He pulled out, his cock now soaked with her juices, and drove it
into her ass. She squealed at the sudden invasion of her most private of parts.
He began slamming into her, brutally fucking her until he drew near to cumming
himself.
Not wishing to be through just yet, he pulled out. Her breath
was coming in gasps now. He wanted to see her expression, so he grabbed her
ankles and flipped her onto her back. Now she, too, could see him—could see the
rage that she had caused with her disobedience. Her eyes were big and anxious
as she looked up at him, but when he pressed a large, battle-scarred hand
between her legs, he felt how she was dampening the blankets with her nectar.
He climbed on top of her and wrapped one of his fists around her
throat. "Now you will cum properly as I fuck you and watch," he
growled.
"Yes, Mr. Wolf," was all she could get out past the hand
clenched on her throat.
He drove his cock into her. The force of his thrusts and his
grip on her body made her squirm with pleasure underneath him, and she wrapped
her legs around his waist, pressing her hips toward him. Her obvious pleasure
drove him toward his own climax, and he quickened his pace.
"Cum for me, Little Girl," he bellowed as he plunged
his cock into her one final time. She obeyed immediately and came with such
force that she began to buck wildly against him. He pressed her firmly against
the bed as he pulsed inside her, filling her so full of his seed that when he
finally slid from her body, their juices mingled to slide out after him.
Before she could move, his arms were around her and pulling
her close. He held her tight against him on the bed, gently kissed her forehead.
“Thank you, my precious Little Girl," he growled into her ear. She sighed
and nestled close to his chest and they both drifted off to sleep.
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