#akonk

He had tried to be patient.

Gods knows he had.

His sweet little wife that he had missed so greatly, within the days he had been all alone with nothing but a stiff bag to hold at night while he lay on a cot.

A yearning from afar through the thick forests as dense as the castle walls he had once visited.

The harsh slap cutting him out of his thoughts- ahh yes. He had overhead one of the knights talking about their wives, he hadn't thought of doing it to you- he would never raise a hand to you. But they said it would help..

Having you on his lap, squirming with your ass up reddened with his hand print. "Quit squirmin' you know I have missed you, wife."

THWACK.

A heavy hand smacking against your ass again making you jolt, he see as your body tensed like a bow string under his touch. Awaiting for another smack, "I tried to be patient with you, because I truly did miss you."

Another hard smack, one that sent a hot bolt straight to your core— an unwanted arousal between your tight laced thighs. watching how everytime he smacked how your ass rippled waves, how your skin bloomed with red with the imprint of his palm. A guilty feeling that mixed with a name which he couldn't describe, like the weight from his chest untied with each slap.

He is trying to help you.

You were his dearest wife after all, he was doing what's best for you.

His other leg down at the back of your ankles seeing as how hard you had squirmed, you were quite upset at him for that clearly but it didn't last long— he was glad he didn't do the wrong thing.

His hold unyielding, those thick thighs with every thick strand of muscle like it was made of iron. Manhandling you to fit what he wants you in, your back arching away from those thick thighs. "Y'know I'm doin' this cause' your being bratty right?" He had spoken to you like you were nothing but a misbehaving child, it only made your head dizzy with the shame of lust that felt hot on your lower stomach.

Hearing no answer he had grabbed your hair, pulling you up to face him. "Uh-huh." It came out higher than what you expected, seeing those wet cheeks from your tears and those pouty bitten lips.

Seeing you pliant and trembling in his hold, he saw your head hung low hearing how you sniffled and legs trembled with anticipation. "I grow tired of being patient with you."

Your body tensing again. waiting for another slap that didn't come only those rough hands resting on your red ass, rubbing soothing circles trying to ease your taut limbs and those clenched thighs. He felt your body eased up, he had unhooked his leg to free your legs, from his sudden roughness to softness confused you greatly yet the ache between your legs was still there. "Will you be a good girl for me wife?"

Nodding knowing your words would only embarrass you, not trusting your voice to tell him how much you did want him.

Elbows propped up looking at what he was doing- him suddenly spreading your ass cheeks, the sudden coolness making your slickness clear. Without much thought he had stuck a single thick finger, toying with your wet entrance "didn't think you'd enjoy it more than I did.." he kept toying with your wet pussy before pulling his finger out to lick your slick like it was honey, "so fuckin' sweet f'me."

His fingers went out of his mouth with a satisfying wet 'pop', yelping out- startled by the sudden movement as he practically moved your whole lower body with those firm arms. grabbing your hips lining his mouth to your cunt like some starved beast with your legs flailing with his head in between, his knees being the only source to balance yourself— the feeling of his tongue flattening on your heat, lapping the outer wetness with that long tongue "ohh- Ng—! Dunk wait-" your pleas fell on deaf ears, he had your legs curled on his head resting those thighs on his firm shoulders.

Eating your pussy like a starved man, like he wasn't going to see you again— he did everything, groping your reddened ass whilst he greedily lapped and suckled your clit and sinking those thick digits into your tight walls. "My lady-wife your doin' s'good f'me, taste so good f'me." His voice muffled with your thighs, his tongue toying with your hard little nub using your poor little nub like it was a toy not letting you cum, edging you two times until pulling his hair making him grunt on your mound.

"ahh-!" A startled noise coming out when he nipped the fat on your mound before your pussy, teeth and all yet feeling you start to squirm away he went back lathed onto your clit to finish what you wanted most.

His rhythm was unlikely until he finally felt you in your brink, forcing you to cum around his thick fingers and squirt your juices onto his face in.

And yet he wasn't done yet.

With trembling legs, you couldnt even hold yourself up, he had fully hauled you up to his mouth sucking your cum from your spasming hole. Thumbs spreading your folds, sticky with slick and sweat with his nose on bumping your overwhelmed clit with his tongue in your walls.

"you can handle more love, I know you can."