The party went on into the night, with many a slurred congratulations from a drunken warrior on his way out with his wife or a maiden he met or even both. We giggled after each one until Mosha decided we ought to follow their example. We thanked everyone still sober and her not so sober father and excused ourselves from the gathering.

Mosha and I walked the now narrowing bridges arm in arm under the peace of a new moon. The village was happy and relatively peaceful. Mosha told me about her views on marriage, how they changed as she grew older and found she enjoyed her freedom to explore so much more fulfilling.

When we met, Mosha found herself attracted to me, and it terrified her. So did being my prisoner but she enjoyed playing with me, and especially enjoyed fighting me on the riverbank. I proved a challenge and an obstacle, something she encountered rarely. The entire time she ran from me in the forest that night, she was hoping against reason that she’d see me again.

All the while, I was hoping against the trail going cold trying to find her, for reasons much less personal.

I felt foolish for having so much less to tell her. I hadn’t given the presence she held in my mind during my hunt and my time with her as an adversary much thought. Mostly because I feared her beauty would cloud my duty as the warden of my forest. Now I knew it was because I felt the same. I enjoyed our conflict, I liked hunting her and having her on a lead was satisfying in a way I couldn’t put my finger on at the time.

I couldn’t put my finger on why this had all happened, either, so I stopped her before we got to her door.

“Mosha, I have to ask you, why… all this? Why marry me?”

She shrugged and turned to the moon.

“You fucked me pretty good.”

I balked at her before laughing into her shoulder.

“You were even better. That’s my point, actually. I had the opportunity to help you, to release you, and I didn’t until you shared your body with me. You helped me escape Prince Paul and you saved my life let alone became my wife.”

“It’s true, and I forgive you. I just feel you’re worth forgiving, even though I’m not entirely sure why. But you’re mine now, I’m your princess, even though I won’t act like one. Now come, show me some of that dedication you had for your knighthood in our wedding bed.”

Mosha squeezed my hand and we hurried up the steps. Dolo let us in and I thanked her yet again for pronouncing me a suitable husband for Mosha.

“Mosha is a good girl. You are a good boy. You’ll need each other if your future is to be bright.”

“That’s kind of you, Dolo. I’m going to take John upstairs, see you tomorrow.”

Dolo nodded and returned to her chair by the fire. I lingered upon the stair and saw her lean toward it, staring into the embers without regard for the heat. Mosha came back down and tugged me along to her bedroom.

“Best to leave her alone, my love. Hey, that’s funny…”

“It is.”

“You know what I was going to say?”

“I love you, too.”

“So forward, John! Prove it to me, John Bramble.”

I pushed Mosha onto the bed and climbed on top of her once she was settled. I kissed her into the pillows, one lip at a time until hers parted and I went deeper. She sucked on my lip and tentatively poked her tongue into my mouth. I sent mine to meet it and she moaned. I brought my hand up to caress her face as I kissed her. Her skin was so smooth and soft, no maiden I had ever known could compare to my wife’s divinity.

She began to grind into me, her legs parting to allow me to reciprocate. I held onto her while I rolled my hips to rub my growing erection into her clothed mound. She broke our kiss to bite her lip and hiss, nodding against my forehead for me to continue. It felt fantastic and exciting, like being a boy again. I could feel the excitement escape the tip of my cock and run down my shaft as well.

“Mosha… fuck. Can I undress you, wife?”

“Ooooo, my husband asks permission now. I like that.”

I took that as allowance and pulled her skirt down her legs, after she lifted her butt off the bed to oblige. Her pussy was already flowing with need, almost begging me to forgo removing her shirt and diving right in. Lo, I stride to be a man of my word and a job half done would not do.

I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, releasing her breasts with a gentle fall. Her dark nipples were hardened into little points with excitement. The curve of the bottom of her breast over her chest inflamed my desire for her, driving me to pull my shirt off and throw it over my shoulder. I fell back and yanked my trousers off, letting loose my bobbing cock to Mosha’s eyes’ delight.

I set upon her breasts, licking circles around her areolas in an attempt to cover every part of her breast with my lips before sucking a perky little nipple into my mouth. I kissed it like I kissed Mosha, gently, and then pressing my tongue into and around it. I let one go with a pop and moved to the next one.

Mosha squeaked and continued to shimmy her hips into the air my own had occupied. I fed her my hand, rubbing her own wetness around her slit. She sighed and drew me back into our kiss, pressing her lips hard against mine. Mosha ground her pussy against my fingers, drawing imaginary circles with her button.

I slid a finger inside, between her walls, slowly exploring the otherworldly softness of her interior. She gasped as I withdrew, and pushed herself back over my fingers, taking them in deep before I drew them out again. Mosha looked up at me, eyes full of want, her lip curled back with need.

I braced myself above her and brought my hips to hers. She cooed and slid her slit along my shaft, our parts finally meeting. I rocked myself forward and back against her, creating an alternating rhythm between our bodies. My excitement built with every moment, the pressure built within my cock and the butterflies flocked to my stomach.

I drew back and pressed the tip against her entrance. She nodded and I sank into her, every inch that passed through her hole a bounty of pleasure for the both of us. Her arms wrapped tight around me, bringing me even closer to her. I kissed and sucked on her neck while I rocked in and out of her.

“Yes, John, Yes!”

Her legs wound around my waist, spurring me to drive into her faster and faster, making Mosha cry out to the ceiling above. I thrust into her until I felt myself near the edge, and regulated my speed into a steady swing in and out of her. She pulled me down to her and kissed me deeply. Our tongues wrestled sloppily before our moans escaped our throats.

“Do it, John. Cum in me.”

Her words tantalized me and I redoubled my efforts. I whispered my love into her ear and drove myself into her with abandon. Our hips smacked into each other with an inspiring clap with each thrust.

“I love you John!”

My heart melted and my chest felt as if struck by lightning, the electricity arced down my body until all I could feel was my climax and her love. I pumped Mosha’s pussy until I felt my seed churn up my rod and began to spray inside her. My strength gave way and I collapsed onto her, only able to raise and grind my hips against hers.

Mosha shook and whimpered until she fell limp under me and my throbbing cock. Time stood still until I emptied myself into her and rolled off of her. Mosha’s chest rose and fell gently, her breasts were covered in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes rolled open and she smiled at me dumbly.

I chuckled and drew her into my chest and there we slept.

***************

Morning crept through the window, no gentler lover like it to wake you. Mosha was sound asleep beside me, her hair a wild mess about her breasts. I dared not disturb my gorgeous being of a wife, though I did take a moment to bask in her beauty while I woke. I was glad I married her instead of Princess May. She probably wouldn’t have let me sleep in her bed.

I spotted a fresh set of clothes by the door, courtesy of Dolo, I presumed. I dressed as quietly as I could and slipped out the door. The house was still dark and empty, the windows still bolted. Dolo hovered about her tasks, achieving small bits of progress on each one and too consumed in the operation to notice me. I bid her a good morning and stepped out onto the porch.

I felt a sinister aura about and took a defensive posture. I heard nothing, saw no sniper atop a building, only a snake upon the top stair- no, not a snake, but an eel!

An eel shot stiff from its jaws through its tail by an arrow sporting the fletching associated with Prince Paul.

I stood and looked for any sign of the man. Only sleepy and unfortunately hungover villagers milled about their homes. The Prince’s hunting skills were quite formidable after all.