Marian roused the next morning as the beam of sunlight filtered in her new chambers through the curtains. She rolled onto her back, clasped her hands above her head and enjoyed the feeling of stretching in this luxurious bed. She rolled back over to her side to see her groom blissfully asleep. Long, raven hair sprawled out over his pillow, that delicious beard of his framing his talented lips, mouth slightly open with the faintest of snores escaping.

He laid on his back with his arms by his head, his bare chest displayed above the bed sheets which rested loosely around his hips. One pale leg hung out from beneath the sheet.

Her husband was truly beautiful. By day, he was the tough and strict Sheriff; and now, likely, future king. But laying here in blissful post-coital sleep, he was a truly different man. She wanted to thank him for last night and her mind wandered to the possibilities. A roguish grin spread over her face as she decided her preferred method of waking him this morning.

She threw her legs over the side of the bed and quietly got off the mattress to tiptoe around to the foot of the bed. Still gloriously naked from the night before, she climbed under the sheets and settled between his legs. Confidently, she ghosted her fingertips up his inner thighs. George squirmed a little but still remained asleep. When her hands reached the juncture of his legs, she massaged her palms into his skin to persuade his legs to open more.

Putting her weight on her left elbow, she reached out with her right hand to touch his member. Half-erect from his usual morning arousal, she closed her petite hand as much as she could around him. Although he wasn't to his full hardness yet, she still found it difficult to close her hand completely. She stroked him lightly as she thought about her craving to taste his essence last night. She felt him harden fully within her grasp and was astonished by how large he truly was. She lowered her head and stuck out her hot tongue. With a long, flat lick she started at the base of his cock, by his bollocks, and languidly ascended her tongue until she reached the frenulum.

A guttural moan escaped her husband as he was now fully awake. She changed the position of her tongue and sent short, quick, kitten-licks to the elastic band just beneath his glans. George had to fight the urge to grab her by the hair and shove his member down her throat. He didn't know a lady would perform such a salacious act, he had only ever received such attention from a concubine. He glanced down to see a lump of bed sheets at his waist, his ruttish wife hidden from view.

He grabbed the sheet and pulled it off so he could take in the view. He almost lost himself as her golden irises locked onto his coal ones. She winked as she pumped the base of his shaft, twisting her wrist to provide a torqueing motion, never once stopping her licking - as if he were the most tasty treat she had ever sampled. He closed his eyes and laid his head back into the pillow, fisting at the sheet covering the mattress to give his hands something to grab other than her.

With a self satisfied smirk, she stopped her licking and placed an open mouthed kiss on the tip of his cock. George bit his lip and bolted upright, reclining back on his elbows so he could monitor her performance. Licking her lips and making eye contact, she dropped her lower jaw and took him inside her mouth. She sheathed his phallus within the walls of her throat as she worshiped his velvety skin, gagging when his hips impulsively bucked at the sensation. His hands moved to gently hold her head in encouragement, rubbing his fingertips into her scalp as he whispered praises.

"Yes, my Wench... just like that. Your mouth feels so good..."

She continued bobbing her head up and down his length, swirling her tongue over his tip with each pass. She couldn't take him as deeply as she wanted because of his size, and her inexperience. He could sense her frustration with her fillatio skills and let out a baleful chuckle as he wrapped his fingers in her hair and forced her head up and off his cock.

"I'd like to be able to fuck your throat you little vixen...but alas... you need more practice before taking me deeper. I do not wish to desolate your throat with my size."

Her eyes widened as she listened to his dirty talk and she started panting and squirming.

"You like it when I disrespect you...Don't you, whore?"

"Yes my Lord" she responded without hesitation. His cock twitched when she uttered his title. He loved the submission she was naturally displaying to him.

"Where shall I take you this morning, Wench? Shall I bless your throat or your quim with my seed?

She wasn't sure how to answer him. Everything was so delightfully overwhelming. Truth was, she didn't care... she just needed him...inside her...anywhere... now.

She thought her response carefully before stating, "My Lord may fill me as he pleases."

The rumble that escaped him was so predatorial that Marian clambered away from the man. He took the opportunity to strike like a snake; all at once he entwined his arms and legs with hers and flipped her onto her back. He pinned her down as he settled between her thighs. He took both wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head while he stroked his length. She bit her lips as she watched him play with himself, taking mental notes on his technique so she could please him the way he liked. A drip of precum escaped his tip as he continued his molestation. Her lips parted as she began whining.

"Please! Please, my Lord! I need to feel you!"

"You beg so beautifully, Wench. I shall give you what you want but don't you dare orgasm without permission. I will punish you if you do, do you understand?"

She bit her lip and nodded her head frantically as he reached down to drag two thick fingers through her folds. He sucked air through his teeth sharply when he noticed just how aroused she was. He brought his fingers to her mouth.

"Suck, Whore. Lick yourself clean from my fingers." She hesitated for just a moment before her Lord grasped her jaw with his other hand, forcing her lips open. "I. Said. Suck... Whore. Or do you need a punishment?"

He softened his eyes as he searched her face for any fear. This was a game after all, and she was still practically virginal. He didn't want to scare her or force her into a role she wasn't ready for. He broke character for a moment and kissed her lips. "This is just a game, my love. If it's ever too much, just tell me to stop. I don't want to force you into anything."

She noticed his features soft and allowed a smile to flutter across her face. She grabbed his hand that was still wet with her arousal, raised it to her mouth and began to suckle. He allowed his head to drop backwards for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth on his fingers. Once she had licked him clean, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and used them to flicker and squeeze her erect nipples.

The hand that was still around his member aligned himself at her entrance. He nestled himself between her legs and allowed his appendage to rest between her folds. Without entering her, he allowed himself to drag across her arousal, applying extra pressure on her nub with each agonizing glide. She planted her feet firmly into the mattress and lifted her hips to change the angle. Her traitorous body was so prepared for him that he sheathed himself deeply inside her on his next pass.

The dominant Lord couldn't keep up with his charade once inside her, defaulting to passionate love making as soon as he heard her moan her approval of being filled. He slid his hands underneath her bottom and rolled them over together so she was on top.

"Mmmmm. George... you're s-so deep this way." Marian threw her head back as she made wide circles with her hips.

"Fuck. Love, don't tease me. Ride me..." George pleaded. He placed her hands on his chest, moving his own to grasp hold of her soft bottom. He used his strength to help her bounce, forcing her to impale herself over and over again. She could hear her own wetness as their body's continued to join at a barbaric pace.

"More, George! More!" She was screaming now. She was sure the servants could hear them but she couldn't care less. A heat and tension was building inside her core and it begged for release. George had been struggling to hold off his own pending orgasm. He was proud of the amount of stamina he was able to maintain during this morning's coupling.

As he felt the quivering of her quim transition into a tight clamp over his cock, he thrust his hips up while pulling her hips down, joining their bodies with a loud slap. Once..twice... and on the third time he spilled his seed into her womb, pulling from his wife her own release. Completely spent, her petite frame collapsed on top of his in a sweaty heap. He helped her raise her lips to his as he embraced her tight against his chest.

"Good morning, wife." he stated huskily.

"Good morning, husband." She replied.

She had just dismounted and nestled under the covers when the servants knocked on the door to inform the newlyweds that their breakfast was prepared.

"I could get used to mornings like this," George murmured as he looked around the room for his dressing gown.

"Mmm. So could I, my love." Marian reported as she pulled her chemise over her head and ran her fingers through her knotted hair.

"Shall we take our leave to the kitchens? I haven't the energy to get dressed for a formal breakfast in the hall."

"That sounds lovely".

XOX

Marian and George dressed semi-casually before they left their chambers, hand in hand as they made their way to the kitchens for the first time as husband and wife. George took every opportunity to press his bride against the wall, pressing his lips to hers, becoming more and more heated with each occurrence. Finally, he pulled his wife into the darkest niche he could find, pressing her against the stone walls while he nibbled on her chin, caressing her breasts, and wrapping her milky thighs around his waist as he ground his pelvis against her.

"Mmmm, husband. I knew we should have never left our bed, you're rapacious this morning. I fear if we don't return to our chambers immediately your poor cousin will find us in a compromising position," Marian squeaked out through kisses she laid on her husband's throat.

"My dear wife," the Sheriff started, stopping his molestation for the time being, lowering her to the floor. "My cousin is the least of our concerns, the bastard would likely enjoy the show. It's Sarah we need to worry about. She'll have my head for causing you to act so wantonly. So you Best. Keep. Quiet, Wife". The Sheriff scolded in a hushed tone as he quickly spun his wife around, pressing her delicate torso against the wall and lifting her skirts. George hastily pulled his aching cock from his trousers, lubricating his tip within her folds before he roughly pushed inside her, eliciting a yelp followed quickly by a lewd moan.

"AH! Mmmm, George, you are absolutely feral, do you know that?"

"You don't truly wish me to stop, do you? It wouldn't be gentlemanly to take my pleasure and deny you yours, but I'm not above doing that, mind you. You belong to me now, if you remember".

"There's no one else I'd rather belong to, my love. Take me, use me as you please, husband. I am yours". At her confession, George snapped his hips inside her, pressing her tighter against the wall. Marian was realizing that her new husband was unlocking something within her. She had never taken a lover before, but she was quite certain that most marriages were not like this.

George was very skilled, a fact that she was both thankful for, as well as a little bothered. She'd made a mental note to discuss some things with Sarah but she kept getting distracted by his touches, caresses, licks, and stares. How was a woman to function when married to this man? She knew she should feel mortified that they were coupling so publicly but George just made her feel so alive. She'd do anything that man asked of her, morals and chagrin be damned.

After the couple was, for the time being, sated; they stepped out from the niche. Their hair was mussed, clothing wrinkled. George had a sleepy yet satisfied smirk on his face as he continued to caress his young wife; Marian had a beautiful flush and shy smile upon her face. They finally made their way to the kitchen to overindulge on their other needs. The servants scampered off with knowing smirks and whispers to allow the couple privacy as they fed each other their breakfast.

Marian had dribbled some of her own meal down her chin, her husband chastised her; "Now, now, wife; we mustn't make a mess,." he leaned forward and licked from her throat to the corner of her lip, clearing off the stray drizzle of sauce.

Ahem. A clearing throat caused the Sheriff to jump back a bit from his bride. A glaring Sarah had entered the kitchen, Guy followed closely behind, grinning.

"Ah, Sarah. We were just discussing when you'd grace us with your presence," The Sheriff deadpanned.

"That's not usually how you look while discussing, cousin. Though I must say, if you will continue to have such a lovely creature attached to you, I'd be more likely to pay attention to what you were saying". The sheriff smiled at his cousin before scooting away completely from his wife's body, attempting to maintain proper social etiquette for the remainder of breakfast.

The group discussed pleasantries while they ate. At the conclusion, Guy had stated he needed to speak with the sheriff regarding some personal matters. The two men left together, allowing Marian some time to discuss things with Sarah.