As soon as the solid door closed, Esmeralda found herself pulled into a rough embrace. Coarse lips smashed against hers. Her captor's teeth ground against her mouth. She felt as though her lips were bruising from the pressure.
Of course he still wouldn't know how to kiss. Phoebus kissed me gently.
The girl tried to pull away, but he held her closer. He painfully bit at her lower lip. His attempt at such an intimate act was painful and sloppy. Esmeralda jerked and swatted his face away. He released her from his embrace.
"What? Did I hurt you?"
She wiped saliva away from her mouth with the back of her hand. "If you insist on kissing me in such a way, at least do it without making me bleed. It hurts".
Or don't do it at all.
He looked at her strangely as if he had never thought about such a thing before. He paused and sat in silence for a moment. "Show me" he said in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
"What?"
"Show me how".
Esmeralda looked at him with a puzzled expression. Show him how to kiss? But of course he wouldn't know. He had made it clear that he had never touched a woman would explain a lot. And who would want to? Not even his mother would.
Esmeralda had been kissed before, but never anything else. She had been kissed a few times when she was younger. One of her brother's friends had given her kisses. He claimed that she would have to know such things for when she got married. She was a curious child and let him. After he was caught trying to put his hand down her shirt, he received blows from a broom from her mother in response.
She also had men try to kiss her against her will after her dances. Oftentimes they would be drunk. They would give her a kiss that reeked of wine and she would give them a blow and a bloodied face from her knife. They would go home to nagging wives and would have to explain where the cuts on their faces came from. She hoped that they learned their lesson against doing such things. She was not a common whore and did not want to be treated as such.
Her kiss with Phoebus had been different from all of the other kisses. She loved him and desired him. She had kissed him with her soul. He led and showed her how to give a kiss of passion. She could taste the wine on him and could feel the way he coaxed such pleasure out of her with his knowing embrace. She remembered the way her flesh trembled as he pressed his lips against her neck and shoulders.
She couldn't kiss such a wretched man as the priest in that way. He made her tremble in fear, never ecstasy.
"I… I can't", she stammered.
His entire demeanor changed. His blue eyes flashed with jealousy. "You kissed your captain", he spat out with a distinct edge to his voice. "You didn't seem to mind it then". Jealousy clouded his features.
Esmeralda could sense the dangerous edge to his voice. His body reminded her of a lion that was poised to pounce on a gazelle. She knew what to expect from his anger and she had no desire to deal with the consequences. If only I can imagine he's someone else, maybe it won't make me vomit.
She was full of fear and trepidation and knew that she had no choice in the matter. Either she gave him what he wanted willingly, or he would take it and leave bruises and bite marks as payment. Or worse.
The girl closed her eyes and rose up on her toes to try to reach his great height. She barely came to his neck, even standing on her toes. He towered over her.
"I can't reach".
He appeared amused by her efforts, but she could still sense his tension and jealousy that was simmering under the surface. He complied with her request.
He slightly bent over, but clearly would do nothing else. She would have to initiate any contact. 'Manipulative man. He is only doing this so he can pretend to live in some fantasy world where he's actually wanted'.
She closed her eyes and pictured her captain. She fixed her most favored image of him in her mind. She imagined him with his blond hair around him and his armor shining in the sunlight as he declared his love to her (and not that blonde wisp).
She brought her lips up and delicately pressed them against his. If she couldn't kiss her sun god, she would kiss his memory. She found that place in her mind where nothing else mattered and she left her body behind. It seemed to be the only way she could deal with the situation at hand.
Claude felt as though he had been struck by a bolt of lightning at the first delicate brush of Esmeralda's lips against his. His breath caught in his throat at the sudden soft pressure. He had never had a woman willingly choose to kiss him before and the thrill was electric.
He noted how her mouth moved against his. He made a mental note to try to imitate her later on. Ah, soft and not hard. Everything about her is soft so why would she want anything else.
The girl's gentle butterfly kisses started to linger. Claude felt her soft fingers snake up his arms to rest on his chest. His scar from the stab wound tingled at the contact. He followed her lead. He half expected a slap or bite of disgust (he would have eagerly accepted those too), but they never came. Esmeralda broke the contact and pulled away to breathe.
He decided that he would practice what she had showed him. "My turn".
He lowered his mouth to hers and instead of attacking her, he started a languid caress. Her body initially stiffened, but he felt her start to relax into him.
One kiss started to blend into the next as his love started to kiss him back. She allowed him to bring her trembling form closer until she was flush against him. He felt as though every nerve of his body was smoldering.
Claude caressed her lower lip with his tongue and felt her mouth tentatively open to his. He tasted the sweetness of her lips and mouth. She reminded him of the first strawberries of the spring. He had to restrain himself from attacking her like he so wanted to. He started to explore her mouth. Her breath was hot and labored, matching his own as his kiss deepened.
He had an ache to his neck from leaning down in the way that he did. He assumed that she likely must have felt the same about having to crane her neck up. He eased them backwards until he felt the edge of their bed and lowered them back. He held her flush to him as he guided them back, their lips never breaking.
The amorous man left her lips to place a quick kiss on her neck and to the sensitive place below her ear. Her sigh was like music to his ears. What other ways can I make her do that. He pressed more kisses to her neck, noting that the bruises he left on her from the first night had faded. Each time his lips landed, she sighed. Esmeralda's body squirmed enticingly on top of his.
His body ached with desire and his arousal was throbbing with the intimacy of the moment and the contact with her body. He had abstained from taking her for over a week due to her womanly courses and he doubted that he could wait any longer to have her.
He shifted her body down, placing her hips closer to his aching groin. He moved against her, thrusting himself over the place between her legs. Even through their clothes, the contact was tantalizing.
What he didn't expect was the moan she gave with the movement. She arched her back to slide against him again. She gave him the same reaction. She enjoys this. Far be it for me to deny her.
Both hands came to her hips as he guided her against him. He rocked her against him slowly at first and gradually sped up. Her breathing was heavy and her cheeks were flushed.
Suddenly, she flung her head back. Her jaw clenched and she let out a deep and loud cry. Her whole body shuddered against him. Claude found his own climax with hers, the sweet friction and the thrill of watching her find her pleasure with him was more than he could bear.
Their movements stilled and her eyes opened and looked down at him.
Esmeralda found the place in her mind where nothing else mattered. There was no pain, no question of safety, and most certainly no priest. It was somewhere where she lost sight and all sensation. It felt like she left her body.
She was rocked out of that world by a strange sensation that washed over her. It started from her core and rippled its way through her whole body, filling her with pure ecstasy. It made her eyes roll back in her head and she clawed at whatever was holding her in place. She panted as its waves hit her
She heard a deep groan from below her and felt something long and hard moving under her most hidden place.
She rapidly came to and saw her greatest nightmare laying under her. His jaw was clenched with effort and his face showed the same ecstasy that she had felt a moment before. A wave of nausea and anger hit her as she realized what had just happened.
She flung her legs off of him and pulled away from his embrace. Guilt hit her like a battering ram. How could I let him do this to me? How could I be so weak? She was utterly humiliated.
"Why would you do such a thing to me?"
Claude's satisfaction in the moment was broken by her reaction. He did not understand. His concern was plastered over his face.
He stroked her back and tried to comfort her with soothing words. She cried out about what happened.
Of course! She's afraid of how her body reacted. She wouldn't know of such things. Her innocence would never allow it.
"Peace child. I gave you the same pleasure that you give me".
"You give me nothing but disgust", she bit back.
He found her attempt at denial to be endearing. She's so innocent. Claude's face lit up in a smug grin. "That's not what happened a few minutes ago. Your body says otherwise". He stroked a cheek that was still flushed from her climax.
"Please let go of me. I'm already soiled enough. Must you continue to pollute me further?"
If being unclean was her concern, that was something he could remedy.
