She slept deeply that night but she woke feeling empty and bereft. Her low mood continued for the rest of day not helped by the fact it was the guard's day off. For the first time ever she found herself wondering what he did when he wasn't here. Where did he go? Maybe he had a lover or even a wife, but that was too painful to contemplate. He knew everything about her and she knew nothing about him, not even his name.
That night two of her maids bathed her in rose scented water which was painfully sensuous and did nothing to lift her mood. They dressed her in the finest of linen nightgowns and helped her get into her warmed bed, but sleep alluded her and after an hour of tossing and turning she got up. It was cold and she needed the fire lighting. One of her maids usually slept in the chamber with her but no one was here. She was alone which for her was an unusual and strange sensation. She opened the chamber door thinking she would be able to call out to someone but jumped when she was faced with the figure of a man sitting on a chair. Her heart nearly stopped. It was him. Without thinking, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room.
''Night shift,' he stammered, but she pushed him down onto the bed and pulling up her long nightgown straddled him. His hands involuntarily went to grasp her bare buttocks. He looked down and he could see the outline of her erect nipples through the thin linen. He was already painfully hard too. He had to put a stop to this but then she moved against him and he closed his eyes.
'Elena, stop,' he said without conviction.
'It's OK, I just want to feel you against me.'
He opened his eyes and her lips were an inch from his.
'Just want to rub against your hardness,' she said sleepily as she did just that, her hot breath on his face.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed her buttocks harder as she moved against him. She began to unbutton his jerkin. When she had finished she roughly pulled it off followed by his braces and his undershirt. She ran her hands over his bare muscular chest as she continued to gyrate against him. He felt like his brain had melted.
His cock was too hard to be confined any longer so he mindlessly undid his trousers and sighed with relief as he released it to the cooling air. But now her hot bare quim was making direct contact.
'Oh yes,' she sighed.
'No, this is too dangerous,' he muttered, as she reached down and grasping his cock rubbed it back and forth over her wet folds.
His head rolled back. His hand came up and cupped a breast, his thumb rubbing over a hard nipple. He looked down at what she was doing.
'No, no, no,' he whispered as his cock dipped into the entrance of her quim. 'Your father will have me executed.'
'I just want to see what it feels like,' she said. 'You don't need to go in all the way,' and she lifted herself up to settle fully onto his cock. She sank down onto him with a sigh but he desperately gripped her thighs stopping her from going any further than the head of his cock. It was exquisite agony. Every cell of his body was crying out to sink into her and thrust. She gyrated her hips and he bit his bottom lip, drawing blood.
'I can't take it,' he said, 'We have to stop.'
And then she kissed him, her soft lips moving against his, her tongue tracing his top lip and pushing into his mouth, and before he realised what was happening she had sunk down onto him and he was buried in her up to the hilt, her tight hot quim gripping him like a glove. She gave a sharp cry and he knew it was too late so, still buried inside her, he spun her round onto her back and drove into her with wild abandon, not caring if it hurt. If she was going to play with fire she had to deal with the consequences. When his rough relentless pounding had driven her to screaming with pleasure and clawing his back, he managed to pull out just in time and shoot his sticky seed across her soft belly, not in one go but in several pulsating, shuddering loads.