Brand laughed softly as he saw her looking around. “You’ll never make it, my sweet. My legs are longer than yours.” He lowered his sword, returning the impressive weapon to its scabbard. “There is a small cottage near here, sweet thing. Come with me and I’ll make it worth your while.” He withdrew a small leather bag and jingled it.

Avalon realized he thought she was a whore, and anger surged through her. What a bastard! She turned frantically, and started running as fast as her small feet would carry her. She saw the small cottage in the distance and thought if she could reach it, she might be able to bar the door…

* * * * *

Brand launched himself and took her to the ground easily. He rolled with her, over and over. After several minutes of tussling about, Brand raised himself above her and held her legs easily with his own. Avalon managed to raise one hand and rake her fingernails down the side of his face. Brand howled angrily in pain. He fiercely and quickly subdued her struggles and pulled her to her feet. He pulled his belt free and bound her slender wrists together.

He pushed her inside the ramshackle cottage that was used for overnight hunting expeditions at times. He shoved her down onto the straw mattress that sat in a corner of the small room. Seeing that wood had been left in the fireplace, he lit a fire with a modicum of effort. Slowly, brushing his hands free of any dirt or soot, he turned to face the angry woman sprawled on the mattress.

Even with dirt smudged on her face and her disheveled hair adorned with twigs and leaves, she was quite a beauty. Turning away from her glowering look, Brand wasn’t sure if she was truly scared, or just angry at his besting her? Surveying the hunting cabin, he could tell it was rarely used. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rope was hanging from a sturdy beam in the ceiling. He turned back to the woman and grabbed her hands, which were still bound in front of her. Without a word, he pulled her upwards and over to the hanging rope.

Avalon struggled to free herself, but he quickly exchanged the leather for the rope. In less than two minutes, Brand had her arms pulled above her head. He tightened the rope just enough so that she was stretched to her tiptoes. If she tried to kick him, she would only spin uselessly on the rope. He had never forced a woman, and he decided he would let this one go, after he had a bit of fun at her expense, of course.

Moving across the room, he squatted down in front of the fireplace and took his time stoking the fire. He considered his plan carefully. While he was not an inordinately proud man, he had received more than enough proof, since the age of twelve that women found him attractive. The only protest he ever heard from a wench he had bedded was “don’t go!” If he used his usual seductive techniques and she succumbed to his usual persuasive ways, then he wouldn’t be forcing her after all, he told himself.

* * * * *

When he stood and began walking back toward Avalon, he casually pulled a knife from its decorative scabbard at his waist. He pulled his shirt off, setting aside his weapons for the moment. Her dark blue eyes widened with fear, and something else, as he moved over to her. The firelight glinted off his broad, tanned and lightly furred chest. His muscles rippled with movement, and he looked as if he were a well-trained knight of the realm, instead of the usual type vagabond-type frequently caught plundering her father’s forest. His clothing could be cast-off’s and therefore belie his true position in life as well.

Avalon felt her body responding, as it had when he had wrestled her struggling body into submission when he caught her. She had been aroused, and she didn’t want to admit it then, or now. Logically, she argued that she shouldn’t be feeling such things. She angrily kicked out at him, and lost her footing and spun on the rope. This only made her angrier, with herself and at the handsome stranger.

Biting back the curse words she wanted to hurl at him, she took a deep breath, thinking that perhaps she could reason with the stranger. “If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone. I promise,” she told him haughtily.

Brand laughed as he moved his hands forward to her slender waist, stopping her spinning. His strong hands felt hot through the thin material as he turned her to face him. He paused to remove the twigs and leaves caught in her hair.

“I don’t care if you do tell anyone.” He raised his right hand and stroked it lightly down the side of her face, cupping her chin. His eyes fixed on her full, parted lips. Avalon watched his eyes deliberately move down her body. They stopped and stared at her heaving, large, round breasts as she struggled to calm her rapid breathing. He saw the flash of anger in her eyes.

“My words anger you, do they not? I bet if you could just get one hand free you would scratch my eyes out, wouldn’t you?”

Avalon nearly spit at him. His words were just taunting her! He was toying with her, damn it! He would regret this day…

“You are very beautiful.”

Avalon stared in disbelief as the handsome stranger reached out to lightly caress his hand down the side of her face. He stroked one finger across her lower lip, but pulled it back suddenly when she tried to bite it. Avalon growled in frustration, which grew as the man grinned down at her.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Avalon shook her head vehemently in reply, not wanting to bandy words with him. The more he spoke, the more Avalon realized that he probably wasn’t a vagabond or a peasant in spite of his over-grown hair and beard. Perhaps the clothes were not cast-offs from his employer as she had thought earlier. But why was a well-spoken, finely dressed man who was hairy enough to be a hermit, she added quickly, rambling about in her father’s woods if not poaching?

Brand moved his hand to rest over her heart. Avalon felt the heat of his hand, the weight of it. Her heart was pounding wildly beneath it, and from somewhere deep in hidden womanly places came the unbidden desire for him to lower his hand, and possess her breast. Her eyelids drifted down, as her senses were bombarded by sensual and erotic overload.

His hand though, moved back up to cup her chin. Her eyes flew open and she met his gaze. “Very beautiful,” he murmured softly. “How many men have told you that before?” he whispered to her, just before he covered her lips with his own.

Avalon felt his hot mouth capture hers, his tongue forcing its way inside her wet, hot mouth. She tried to bite him, but he withdrew, as if sensing her plan. He stepped away for a moment, his next words both alarming and arousing her.

“I think you need a bit of taming, my sweet.”

Avalon shook her head, trying to clear it of the sensual fog. Brand moved to stand behind her. He didn’t speak or move for several moments and then she felt him grabbing her top; the next second she heard the fabric tearing in the silence of the room. Instantly, she felt the cool air against her skin.

With her heart racing even faster, Avalon shouted over her shoulder to the man. “If you hurt me, my father will kill you! And he won’t make it an easy death either. He’ll torture you for hours—no days—on end until you weep for the relief that only death could bring!”

Breathing heavily, Avalon became aware that her shirt hung limply, held in place by her uplifted arms. A moment later, instead of a whip, or a striking blow of some kind, she felt his strong hand, with its slightly roughened skin, gliding lightly downward, from neck to waist, over her soft skin.

“Such lovely skin, my sweet. It would be a shame to mark it.”

Avalon gasped at his words. His touch aroused her senses, and his words aroused her even more. What was wrong with her, she wondered in confusion. She had to get out of here, before she did something she would regret. She couldn’t keep the pleading tone from her voice as she spoke. “My father will pay you, if you let me go.”

She felt the man’s hand pause at her waist. Perhaps the temptation of money would be greater than his lust. But Brand put both hands on her hips and moved to stand close behind her. He pulled her tight to his body, letting her feel his hardness pressed against her soft buttocks. Avalon tensed as she felt his hard body pressed so intimately against hers. His movement made her totally aware of the hard cock moving against her fully rounded ass cheeks. There was no way that Avalon could stop the soft moan that escaped her lips at the same time her ass wiggled and pressed against him.

Avalon gasped again, feeling wetness gathering between her pussy lips at being treated so roughly. After a lifetime of being catered to, this man’s roughness should have been alarming her, scaring her into hysterics and swoons. Instead, she felt her breasts swelling with her arousal and could tell her nipples had budded into tight awareness as well. She knew that she was losing control and running out of time. It was time for a final plea.

“I am a maid, sir! You must not take from me what belongs to my future husband!”

* * * * *

Brand smiled behind her, and then without warning he jerked at her leggings and pulled them all the way down to her knees. Listening as the woman gasped in surprise, he inhaled deeply. There was no missing the sweet scent of her womanly desire in the air. There was no doubt in his mind that if he probed between her thighs, he would feel her pussy nicely wet and eager.

Her words and her demand did not surprise him. If anything it aroused him even more. The thought of penetrating her hot little body for the first time, ever, was almost too hot to handle. Instead of replying, he moved his hands to cup her round, full buttocks. She couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped her lips, and Brand felt his own tension and need escalate. He squeezed the flesh firmly when he heard her soft cry, which was followed by another soft sound, this time a definite moan of womanly arousal.

Brand released her flesh and moved around to face her. Her top hung limply, but it concealed her full breasts and the tops of her thighs from him. He moved his hands to shift the fabric slightly. It was much more exciting to explore her flesh first and then view what he had been handling, he decided.

“Like this, your shirt still maintains your secrets,” Brand told her softly. His hands lightly touched her soft belly and then moved upward. “What will I find hidden beneath a man’s tunic?” He cupped her large breasts in his palms, squeezing the sensitive globes.

“Oh, dear God!” Avalon cried out involuntarily.

Brand felt her taut nipples beading up even tighter as he squeezed her. He watched her face, which she had turned to the side. But she couldn’t hide her reactions to his touch that easily.

Brand could see the woman struggled to fight her own emotions as she felt his hands on her body. He held her breasts firmly, kneading them, squeezing them. He stopped to jiggle them slightly, as if weighing them. He softly praised her hard nipples when he moved to touch them with his fingertips. Each nipple was squeezed lightly and then more firmly. Avalon cried out at the sensations overwhelming her young body.

Without warning, his one hand deserted her right breast, and moved down over her soft belly. Brand stroked and caressed his way slowly, feeling no need to rush through this seduction. He couldn’t hide the shock of surprise he felt a moment later as he cupped his hand over her womanly mound.

He’d been imagining what her bush might look like. He’d seen many different types since the kitchen maid initiated him at the age of twelve. Serving in the Crusades, he’d even enjoyed several dark-eyed beauties. Their surprise had been their completely hairless mounds. Thinking about a blonde shaggy rug to drag his fingers through, he was more than a little surprised to find her completely hairless.

Brand looked up into her wide, dark blue eyes. His fingers were stroking her shaven lips. “You are full of surprises, sweet. I can hardly wait to discover what other secrets you hold for me.” He moved his fingers and found her flesh was wet with her arousal fluids. He stared into her eyes as he stroked the wet skin folds, insinuating his fingers between them. “I see you like playing around.”

He pulled his hands from her soft, warm body. For a moment he paused to look at the wetness covering his fingers. Then he looked up and smiled at her. His smile turned into a grin when Avalon blushed brightly. He put his hands at the neckline of her shirt and ripped it downward. He pushed the material to the sides and gazed at what had to be the most magnificent pair of breasts he had ever seen.

Her breasts were large for her small body, and perfectly round. They were firm, full and still pert, jutting proudly from her chest. Her nipples were a soft pink color, and tightly distended, begging for his mouth to suck them. He didn’t pause but leaned down and took her right nipple deep inside his mouth, sucking and pulling on the sensitive nubbin. He cupped her left breast while he sucked the right. He licked the tight nipple in his mouth, and when he bit it lightly, she cried out in desire. He lifted his head and gave her left breast a quick fondle and a squeeze before stepping back to stare at her lush body.

“Good God, woman! I want to bed you so much…” Brand released his hard cock from his leggings and stepped close to her. He held her head in his hands and kissed her deeply, seeking her tongue with his own. He pressed his hot, near-to-bursting cock against her soft belly. One hand moved down between her thighs. He found her secret pleasure point and began teasing her until soft, delicious moans and cries were escaping her mouth in between his kisses.

He deftly inserted one finger between her soft shaven lips, while continuing to pleasure her special place with his thumb. He moved his other hand to her breast, squeezing and plumping that globe to further sensitivity. He moved a second finger inside of her softness, testing her readiness, still teasing and arousing her further.

He whispered against her open mouth, “Say no and I will stop, my sweet. Say yes, and I will take us to heaven.”

* * * * *

Avalon felt his hand between her thighs, his fingers making her his slave to command. Her breasts were so tender and aroused that even the slight feel of his chest hair could make her cry out yet again. She opened her mouth to deny him, but the word “yes” is the one that they both heard in the silence of the room. Brand jerked her leggings all the way off and then pulled her feet from the ground. Only his hands and the rope suspended her, as he slid her upward to his waist. Then slowly, he raised her legs to surround his hips and slid her body down. He paused at the soft, pink flesh of her pussy, pushing slowly, gently.

Avalon surprised them both by tightening her legs and jerking his body into her own. She cried out at his complete entrance, but the feelings of his hard flesh, enveloped within her own, seemed too much. As she spasmed and her muscles tightened and gave way around his manhood, she continued to cry and sigh softly. Her body jerked in his arms as she reached the peak of climax and she forgot the loss of her virginity and how this changed her life.

* * * * *

Feeling her soft wetness sucking him in was more than Brand could control and he began thrusting between her white thighs. The first thrust past her maidenhead had been sweeter than he had thought. Each time was better than the last. He lowered his head to kiss her open mouth and then shot his load deep within her soft body. He relaxed his grip on her legs and they slowly slid down. His soft cock slid from her body, making a loud, wet sound in the silence of the room.

Brand reluctantly stepped away from this woman, whose name he had not even learned before he took her. He let his eyes travel over her body. Her breasts were jiggling from her still rapid breathing, her nipples wet from his sucking mouth. Her pussy lips were wet and glistening with arousal and he could see his cum beginning to leak from her body. He didn’t think it possible, but he wanted her again. Grabbing his knife, he quickly cut the rope holding her arms. He lifted her spent body and laid her down on the mattress.

Lying beside her, he trailed one hand over her softly parted lips, then down her neck. He paused and cupped her closest breast. He watched as he squeezed her soft, supple flesh. He smiled as her nipple budded up again, perhaps even more distended than before. He loved long nipples like hers. He loved to suck a woman’s tit for hours. Just then he realized that nothing would give him greater pleasure than to fall asleep sucking this woman’s tit. He wanted to wake with his head on her breasts, her nipples just a moment away from being sucked back into his eager mouth.

Brand knew he should wait to give her nearly virgin body time to recover, but his cock was rock hard again. The argument to wait was short-lived. He moved over the silent woman and eased himself back within her soft, wet flesh. Her tightness was sweet, and she seemed to suck his hardness within her body, holding him tight. When he pulled back to thrust into her again, he could feel her muscles pulling, squeezing his body. It didn’t take long, with her cunt muscles milking his cock, and he again came deep within her body. Exhausted, he fell onto the bed beside her, asleep almost before he hit the mattress.