Alastair

“Tell me, darling,” he says as his hand works up my coat, sliding it off gently and tossing it aside before he does the same for himself. “You’re charmed by my little corner of the world, but I have a question for you — what do you think of its master?”

I blink up at him, dumbfounded. I’ve heard him ask me a hundred questions about my relationship to him: do I like the feeling of his cock inside me? Do I hunger for it? Does my body ache without his touch? How does it feel to be so exposed before him? The tingling in my pussy reminds me of my answers to all those questions, but not once has he ever posed a question...well, phrased quite like this.

Sensing my confusion, Lord Alastair smiled, taking a few steps closer, making me back into the great oak that must have stood here for centuries. “Let me put this a different way, Maisie,” he says in a husky tone, and he wraps his hands around my hips.

When he leans down to kiss me, my heart flutters in a new and unexpected way. He kisses me ravenously, lustfully, so often, but this is different.

He’s tender.

I can feel his heart pounding as his chest presses into mine, and he pulls me into him as his hands slip up to my cheeks, cradling my head as he locks lips with me. His tongue grazes at mine, but when my eyes flutter open, I see a tinge of red in his own cheeks. For the first time, he looks at me blatantly with something more than just lust — I’ve seen hints of something more in those dark eyes, but I never dared suspect…

“I worry I’ve feelings for you, Maisie,” he says, and my mouth falls open, eyes going wide as I feel my knees shake under me. “It’s the sweetest worry I’ve had in years.”

“Lord Alastair…” I breathe, but he continues.

“Maisie, I should be honest with you. I’ve kept myself from true feelings like this since my first stint in what I’d called love left my heart in ruins many years ago.” He lets his fingers trace around my outfit, cupping my breast and making me shiver. “I took to hiring young women like yourself to satisfy my...needs...without any strings attached. That’s why I burned through so many domestics in the past. None of them were willing, none bold enough to do what you’ve done so naturally,” he says, meeting my gaze and holding it like a tiger holds its prey in its eyes. I find myself speechless, mouth gaping.

“I never thought for a moment-” I start.

“You’re unlike any girl I’ve ever met — and I’ve met everyone from highborne ladies to the lowest of the low. I love you, Maisie,” Lord Alastair says, sincerity written across his face, and I can’t stop the words from spilling out of my mouth in turn.

“I love you with all my heart, Lord Alastair,” I say, and he sweeps me up in a passionate kiss again, a kiss that seems to push away all the worries of the outside world, all the chill of the English winter air, leaving just us together, hearts intertwined.

Within moments, he has my pants undone, and he lowers them just a hair, enough to expose my wettening pussy to him. His leather gloves are still on his hands, and he cups my face with one of them as he uses the other to release his monstrous cock.

“Stay with me, Maisie,” he growls as I feel his stiff cock come out and press against my waist, “stay here in my manor and be my bride, and I’ll give you everything your wild heart could desire.”

“God, Lord Alastair,” I cry out as he perches his crown on my wet, needy pussy. “We could be living on the streets, and I’d still be yours. Take all of me,” I beg.

“Girl,” he growls as he swirls his bulging crown around my clit, making my knees weak before he lifts me up with his hands, pinning me against the tree with remarkable ease. “You’ll never want for me again, nor anything. All I am and have, I pledge to you,” he says, kissing me deeply. “And you’re mine.”

With that, he impales me on his cock, and I let out a cry that rolls down the misty hill, his cock filling up my insides with such sweet, blissful wholeness that makes my heart soar. I feel ecstatic with him inside me, and I’m helpless as he starts to buck into me.

There’s a new fire to Lord Alastair. I’ve sensed it there, just under the surface in the past few weeks. And I’ve felt it too. Now, though, our love out in the open, I feel a renewed sense of youth, like my life is just beginning — and I’m going to build it up even more. With him.

Together.

My pussy is tighter around him, wetter and more willing than ever before. The effect I’m having on him is even stronger than usual, his face strained and full of need as he looks into my eyes, utter passion and love at a new height as his cock swells larger than ever before.

I need him. I need this. And to know that he needs me just as badly sends me spilling over the precipice of my first orgasm, the first and most sincere testament of our love together, here under this old tree.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling myself into him the best I can as he rams into me, his movements both large and powerful, yet precise. He knows my pussy so well, knows just how to fill it up and fill me up, satisfy my every desire. His hands clench around my thighs, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of me, and I can feel his loving touch even through the warm clothing he’s given me.

His hands rove to my ass, and the way he caresses me as the tip of his spear grinds against my g-spot makes me feel more loved than I ever thought a woman could be.

“I’m going to make you mine, Maisie,” he says, a statement laden with power in its very tone. “I’m going to breed you, and you’ll carry my child. And when it’s born, I’ll breed you again, and again,” he repeated, thrusting into me with each repetition, pushing me up the tree with his swollen, needy cock, so thick and heavy with potent seed that my fertile pussy is just begging to be filled up with.

“I want to be drunk on you, Master,” I gasp, a whimpering lilt to my plea, “I want your seed in me! I want it to overflow, fuck, I want you all over my body!”

As I speak, he gets faster and harder, hardly even using the tree’s strength to hold me up anymore as he pumps into me, a hard and fast piston with just as much machine-like precision. He’s so swollen and pulsing that I don’t know how he’s keeping control of himself, but he is, all for me.

Orgasm after orgasm wracks me, making my toes curl in my boots and my hands claw at his back. I wa

nt so badly to scratch him, to bite into his shoulder out of the love swelling and bursting through my chest, but all I can do is whimper and gasp as he uses me like a toy.

He’s given me so much, treated me so regally for someone he’s just been using to fuck, but it’s been so much more than that. Never did I think our sessions would turn into this, but god, I can’t get enough.

“How could you love me, Alastair?” the question finally spills out, my eyes fluttering open as he pounds me. “How could you love just a maid?”