I promised you a story with loads of smut. And I intend to keep my promise.
Again, when you don't like that kind of stuff, you better stop reading this story.
I have three half-finished chapters of smut and four chapters half-finished, having some kind of story standing by.

By the looks of the number of views, most of you don't have a problem with these kind of chapters.;)
Since most of you don't follow the story but are able to read a new chapter in hours after it gets posted.
Not to worry, I won't tell on you. You only have to grant me some inner laughters because of it.

Chapter 7

The rest of the day flew by. After, all present in the plaza realized the allegations and suspicions Zorro had made. There was no escaping them.
Don Alejandro had tried to calm things down with the necessary diplomacy. By emphasizing that his son and the tavern owner were merely good friends who were often alone in each other's company had the opposite effect.
Memory and shame of the incident in question had taken over, and don Diego could no longer deny it. It was his duty as a true caballero and model of good manners to at least give the señorita the choice of marriage.
And so the ever timid don Diego had asked Victoria Escalante for her hand in marriage.

On one thing, the whole community had agreed unanimously. That being don Diego was lucky Sergeant Mendoza had the presence of mind to keep the broom out of the señorita's reach. And he made the wise decision to confiscate the mentioned piece of equipment to prevent another violent attack.

In the end, forced in part by public opinion, which raised the mood in the quiet village like wildfire, those involved were aware that don Diego had made the only decent decision. There was only one honourable way out of this predicament, and that was marriage.

As the bride strode into the little church early in the evening, most of the men present looked at don Diego with a pitiful look in his eyes. None of them would like to be in the heir, his shoes.
And although Victoria Escalante had always been seen as a good match and had turned down many a marriage proposal over the years, no one was envious in the slightest.
The majority of those present were honest, good, hard-working people. Who understood that virtue was of high value. And many had accepted a long time ago that providence sometimes left you no choice.
Certainly, some admitted, there were some positive aspects to this association. In any case, the bride and groom had been friends for a long time and were aware of each other's flaws. And don Alejandro, a man loved and respected throughout the territory, could begin to hope that a long-cherished wish was about to come true. Hopefully, taking a little longer time than expected, but not too much longer. The wedding ceremony itself was simple and short.

The hastily put together reception was well attended, but everyone had returned to their homes well before the usual closing time.

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And now Victoria was in a bedroom larger than she had ever seen. It was the doña's room in the de la Vega hacienda.

Alejandro and Felipe had stayed behind in the tavern. And Diego had asked her if it was all right with him checking out Toronado. Victoria was looking forward to the coming night. At the same time, she was secretly a little pleased she had a moment to herself. She would have preferred to get married having her brothers present. A person had to leave something to be desired in life. Francisco and Ramon both were hundreds of miles away from Los Angeles. It would have taken weeks, perhaps months, before she had heard from them had there been the time to invite them. Unsure whether either could have taken the long, dangerous journey to attend. She was married to the man she loved. The safety of her husband had been more important than a perfect wedding.

On the dresser stood a red rose in a crystal vase. Victoria had changed into a nightgown, which was probably nonsensical. For if the night in the mill had in the least foreshadowed how the wedding night was going to go, she would need no clothes.
The moonlight and a few candles gave enough to see the contours. Victoria closed her eyes and thought of the pleasure she had experienced over a week ago. She looked forward to a repeating of that night.

A panel opened in the corner of the room, and Diego stepped into the room. Victoria got up and glared shyly at her husband. She felt her cheeks getting red.
It made no sense. Diego had already seen her completely naked. However, he was the only man to have ever seen her wearing only a nightgown. For some inexplicable reason, it felt different.

Diego stretched his arm out to her, and Victoria placed her hand in his big hand. He kissed her hand, pulled her to him and pressed a kiss on her temples. "I love you, Victoria."

"I love you, Diego."

The ends of his moustache curled up. He began to backtrack toward the panel, dragging Victoria with him. She glanced over her shoulder at the huge bed in the middle of the room. They were moving further and further away. "Where are we going?" She was curious to find out. Victoria had no other plans than to make love to her husband. And she liked to believe it was on his mind as well.

Diego answered her with a voice full of desire. "To our room."

"Then where are we at the moment?" She could not help smiling.

"This, Victoria, is your room. No matter how big the hacienda is, sometimes you'll want some privacy." Diego was now standing at the door, which fell almost invisibly into the wall between the other panels. The door turned out to be the connecting door between two bedrooms. Diego spread his free arm in a wide gesture.
"Behind this door is our room."

"The candles." She whispered. Quickly, Victoria slipped out of his arms, crossed the room she was about to leave to blow out the burning candles.
When she hurried back, Diego was waiting for her.

The adjoining bedroom was possible, even larger. Besides the pillars of the large four-poster bed, two vases filled with roses stood at the headboard.
The outer door was open, and moonlight streamed in. Heavy velvet curtains hung over the windows in the same pattern as the curtains on the four-poster bed.
On the floor was a large rug. Again with the same pattern as the curtains.
In an alcove stood a comfortable sofa. Where you could relax on, at the same time enjoying the view.

Victoria looked around. "This room is almost as big as the dining room in my tavern."
Several paintings of landscapes hung on one wall.
Victoria felt strong hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against a broad chest.
Diego kissed her shoulder, and she winced.
"I still can't believe how fast it is all happening."

"Mm, we had the advantage that De Soto is still high and dry in Monterey. By the time he gets back, the rumours have died out. And everyone thinks it went as it should."

She shrieked in surprise. Suddenly, the floor had disappeared from under her feet. Victoria was held in a pair of strong arms and carried to the bed.
Victoria embraced his neck, uttering. "In any case, we made an unforgettable impression."

Diego chuckled. "You've lived up to your reputation. I got quite a few encouraging pats on the shoulder at the reception. One even advised me to keep away from brooms."

Victoria got gently laid on the bed.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" She had played her part with gusto, giving it all, keeping Diego's instructions in mind of how to avoid hitting him for real.

Diego shook his head. "No, you gave a excellent preformance. You had perfect control over the broom and barely touched me. You should be proud of yourself. I'm proud of you for how quickly you picked up the techniques. Fake something to make it look real is harder than doing the same in the intention to hurt someone."
Diego had got on his knees next to her on the bed. Victoria had got up and sat opposite him on her knees, unbuttoning the shirt.

"I do have some experience in defending myself using a broom."

Diego held his breath. Caring, warm hands brushed his chest and pushed his shirt aside. "Then help me remember I never get into a real argument with you when a broom is within reach."

Victoria giggle. "And here I was secretly hoping to take care of your bruises."

"Really?" Diego swallowed. She played a game with him. And, all of a sudden, he wondered why he had denied being in pain.
"I think I do feel some pain in my shoulder." He lied, not blinking his eyes, for he didn't want to miss out on her response.

A worried look appeared on her face, but her eyes sparkled mischievously. Victoria peered at the spot he pointed to, where there was nothing to see.
She pushed the shirt back a little further to kiss his shoulder.
"Feeling better?"

"A bit." His throat felt dry and sore.

Victoria bent back to the shoulder. First, her hand ran over the body part, followed by her tongue. His breathing quickened.

"Querida," a groan escaped his throat."

She scraped her teeth over his skin.
"I think I might have hit you here, as well." Victoria licked his nipple, which immediately reacted to the warmth of her moist mouth

Diego struggled with his arms until the shirt gave way. He pulled the nymph from his dreams closer to him. She tenderly took his face between her hands and pressed his lips to hers for a scorching kiss.

The fabric of the clothes hindered direct skin-to-skin contact. Agitated, Diego let go of Victoria. Only briefly and barely long enough to take off all the clothes in record time.
Victoria only had to pull her nightgown over her head. She waited impatiently as Diego took off his shoes and socks. He unbuttoned his pants, but not before he first ravenously pressed his lips to hers for a kiss. As if he couldn't be without her for a second longer. Then he got up from the bed, took off his pants And pulled her back into his arms

Victoria moaned when she could finally enjoy the feeling of the muscular chest under her fingers.

Hungry, his mouth pillaged hers. The muscles of his back twitched as Diego pulled her closer. She tried to touch him everywhere with her hands.

Diego's mouth meanwhile slid over her neck, jawline, shoulder, nibbling at her earlobe. He buried his nose in her silky, fragrant hair.
"You are beautiful, Victoria. So breathtakingly beautiful."

Victoria was excited and barely able to utter a sane word. She only knew one thing for sure. Her body belonged to Diego, and, was begging to feel his touch. She wanted to feel him inside her. To become as one with the man she loved.
She moaned, snuggled up against him. And in every move she made, there was a wish that Diego started to make love to her until there was no more dawn.

Would Victoria even suspect she was heavenly? Her warm, willing body that squirmed to feel him was his heaven. Nothing could be better than to feel her hands touch him. To cup her breasts in his hands, hearing her cries of pleasure. Make love to her.
Her breath caressed him. A wet mouth sucked, scraping his skin. He would enjoy every second they were allowed to spend together.
Every fibre in his body yearned for her.

Victoria moved impatiently. "Diego, please."

Diego defied her to the point of madness. Instead of giving her what her body desired, he took a hard nipple in his mouth and sucked it in his mouth.

"Love me." she cried.

"Tell me what you want."

She clutched his head in her hands.
"You." She kissed his mouth. "I need to feel you,"

Her hand stroked over his manhood. He had to be cautious, or this could end before they even started.

"Deep inside me."

Not yet, patience. Why was it so hard? Think of something. In his head, Diego started listing the months in alphabetic order. April, August, De...cember..?

"Diego." Victoria cried impatiently, bucking against him.

Something with an F…? The effort was in vain.
"October," Diego mumbled while his mouth glided over her breast.

"What?" Victoria asked, confused.

Diego shook his head. "Not important."
His hand caressed her femininity, fingers spreading her folds.

Victoria panting accelerated.
She lifted her hips off the mattress. Diego circled his thumb over her nerve button. "Diego, please." Victoria cried again.

She was so ready to take him in. His penis was more erect than Diego ever thought possible.
As he slowly slid into her.

Victoria sighed in pleasure. Trembling, all over. Finally, she was getting what she craved. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you."

He filled her, touched her in that one spot deep inside her. As soon as Diego pressed against it, Victoria wanted to feel it again.

Diego kept increasing his pace.

She clawed her fingers into his hair. Her legs hugged his hips. Together they ascended to the seventh heaven, dancing the waltz of lovers.

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Victoria crept up to Diego. Resting her head on his chest, and wrapped her arm around his waist.
His hand stroked the small of her back.
Diego whispered in her ear. "Had I known this, I probably would have kidnapped you years ago."

Victoria laughed.
"Had I suspected sooner, you were two half-men I loved. You wouldn't even have had to kidnap me. I would have looked for an opportunity to seduce you much earlier."
Victoria lifted her head and looked at Diego. "I love you."

Her hair tickled his chest. Diego reached out and pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Victoria leaned towards him to kiss him. Tongues intertwined. Victoria rubbed his lower leg with her foot. Diego put his hand in the back of her knee and pulled Victoria further on top of him. He was excited again. Victoria noticed too.
Her hands rested on his shoulders. Her beautiful, shapely breasts moved gently up and down, inches from his mouth. Seductive and up for his touch.

"So soon again?" Victoria asked, slightly surprised.

"Querida, you are driving me crazy."

Diego grabbed Victoria by the hips and guided her opening to his stiff member.

Not much later, both reached their orgasm.

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Victoria blinked her eyes. Bright sunlight filled the room. Since her bedroom was on the northwest, this was a strange sensation. "Good morning, Señora de la Vega. You have no idea how much I long to call you that."

Diego laid awake on his side, enjoying the view of her naked body.
He rejoiced in the knowledge that the woman he loved dearly would always wake up next to him from now on.

The look in his eyes was so intense that Victoria blushed uncomfortably and tried to pull the blankets up higher.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he said. "You are absolutely charming when you blush. You aren't ashamed of me, are you?"
Seeing the colour of her cheeks turning darker red made Diego laugh wider.
"Victoria, in the mill and last night, I have studied every inch of you, and you are enchantingly beautiful."
His finger lingered in her hair. "You are perfect."

"This feels different." She tried to explain.

Diego had taken a nipple in his mouth and was sucking on it.
Victoria held her breath.

"Why?" He wanted to know. He rolled his tongue over the hard nob.

Victoria lifted her shoulders a bit. "I don't know. I think it is because, in the mill, I told myself it was my one chance to be with you. There would be no tomorrow, or so I had convinced myself."

"And now there is?"

She nodded. "Now, I hope we will always have tomorrow."

"Then we better start practising. You see, I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." Diego stretched out his arm and pulled the blanket off both of them. With eyes full of desire, he uttered.
"You're even more beautiful than I remember."

"You don't look too bad yourself." In the mill, she had felt his every body part. Last night she had had a good view of most parts as well. And Victoria was impressed by what she had seen. It was a pity, she thought, during the day, Diego wore clothes to hide his body. A broad grin was on her face.

"Gracias. But I prefer seeing you."
Victoria raised her hand to touch his face. Diego kissed her fingertips.
"How do you do it anyway?"

Victoria looked at him inquiringly.

"Every time I see you, you are more beautiful than I remember."
He took a finger in his mouth and sucked in the tip.
"Every time I taste you, you are sweeter, your skin softer with every touch. Every time, you are more perfect than I remember. How do you do that?"

"Perhaps, you're just imagining. " Victoria suggested innocently as her breathing fastened.

Diego grunted. Not to his surprise, he longed for her again.

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