Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2009 09:55:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Phoenix Girl <pyramidfirequeen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bride to Be

Bride to Be

I

Gwen's feet hurt, her whole body ached, and there was a monstrous rip in
the hem of her travelling clothes. She grasped the edge of the rock and
found a foothold, pushing farther away from home. On all sides there was
nothing more than tall trees which blocked the sun. The gentle light which
filtered through the treetops gave the rocky mountain a magical look. It
was almost as if Gwen might wake up in her bed. She raised her head. It was
time to move further on, and find out what was on the other side. She
managed to climb onto the uneven rock, stopping to take a breather, and
listen.

There was nothing. Not even the sound of the wind, or the chirping of a
bird. No remote sounds of voices, horses or the squeaking creak of
carriages. Gwen looked towards the slanting hill above. It wasn't as steep
as the one she'd just conquered. There was always the possibility that she
could go back down the mountain, but there wasn't any way to be certain
that those awful men wouldn't be waiting for her.

She inhaled deeply and gathered her strength. In her short life, she'd seen
quite a lot. She'd been orphaned at an early age, left in the care of an
orphanage, went to school and survived loneliness ... but she'd never seen
anyone be killed before. She'd never expected to witness anyone to die so
violently. That stagecoach driver had been shot even after he'd stopped
moving. The other passenger had his head blown off with a large gun.

They would have eventually killed her too ...The bandits were probably
saving her for amusement later on. The nuns at the orphanage had warned her
that men would want to ravish her. The bandits hadn't considered her as a
threat; they were too busy breaking open the boxes strapped to the roof.
She'd taken advantage of their interest in the strongbox carrying the
miners' payroll to make an escape. Gwen turned and ran into the woods. She
hoped they wouldn't risk following her.

They didn't follow her, but her situation hadn't improved greatly.

She took two steps forward and quickly tripped. She fell facedown against
the pine needles which carpeted the ground beneath her. Her hair mattered
her face, golden curls which were usually well primed were now curling
wildly and adorned with a number of pine needles. Right now, she'd trade
her virginity for a pair of men's boots and a blanket.

"C'mon Gwen!" she said audibly. "Let's show these people what you're made
of!"

Those bastards had taken off her boots to prevent her from running. It
seemed they hadn't counted on her stubbornness to survive. Ripping her
dress she quickly made herself some shoes made of cloth. It wasn't much,
but it was better than nothing. She took yet another deep breath before
getting up and moving on.

Gwen suddenly felt a surge of energy and courage. Her will alone propelled
her up the mountain. Each step rise, every foot she took, every rock she
climbed, became a conquest, a triumph, a step toward a new life.

She saw smoke rising first and the view of a rooftop took her by
surprise. Gwen saw a cabin and crept carefully forward. Lying down, and
with her face barely off the ground, she studied the sight. It was a large
log cabin, firmly built at the top of the mountain. The area around the
cabin was cleared.

Would it be dangerous to ask the owner of that cabin for help? Surely they
wouldn't reject a woman alone on top of the mountain. Would they greet her
with violence? Would they try to rape her? Were they like the men who had
robbed the stagecoach and murdered those people?

As she pondered, the door burst open. A woman wearing men's clothing
stormed out of the cabin, and at the sight of her Gwen held her breath. She
was huge, tall and broad, with suntanned skin, black hair pulled back in a
ponytail which hung past her shoulders.

What sort of woman was she? Not the type she was accustomed to seeing,
anyhow. She appeared to be utterly uncivilized, messy, and as untamed as
the wild animals which certainly roamed these mountain. A savage, she
thought with fear.

She walked away from the cabin, unaware of Gwen's presence, and continued
walking until she vanished over the rise on the other side of the
lodging. Gwen remained immobile on the ground for awhile longer. Her
chances of finding help on this mountain were slim, if not
impossible. Perhaps she was harmless and there was a chance of getting
help. Living on this mountain didn't mean she had to be a savage ...

She crept from the woods, watching the now empty rise over which the woman
had vanished. Desperate as she was for help and food, she wasn't yet so
desperate that she'd chance an encounter with that woman.

The door was slightly ajar, and swung inwardly as Gwen knocked.

"Hello?" she called as her voice was a near whisper. "Is anyone here?"

The door opened onto a kitchen. "Hello?" she called a little louder this
time. Her voice echoed through the silent cabin. In the centre of the warm
kitchen there was a table with bread and cheese on it. There was a steaming
bowl of stew cooking. The fragrance was divine, and Gwen stepped inside,
shutting the door behind her. She was ravenous, and hadn't realised it
until this moment, as the smell tempted her: meat, spices and potatoes. A
part of her knew she was stealing but her hunger overrode her moral
dilemmas.

Her stomach grumbled, and Gwen packed in eating.

II

For ten years Alex had lived alone and hated people around her. Alex liked
her solitude, needed it in the way she needed air to breathe. Her father
was a miner who'd come to these mountains to make his fortune. Instead he
dug his own grave when the mine accidentally collapsed, killing him
instantly.

Ever since then Alex pretty much stayed on the mountains. She hunted what
she needed to eat, occasionally trading furs for other goods. It was a good
life, but lately she'd found herself wanting.

She flung open the door, allowing it to crash into the wall and swing back
shut behind her.

Alex tossed off her heavy coat and let it drop on the kitchen floor. She
loved her life and her mountain just the way it was. From time to time
she'd have to chase intruders from her mountain, but winter had finally
arrived. With the first snow of the season there'd be no strangers to
bother her until the spring.

Her stew was getting cold, and she was famished. Suddenly to her shock Alex
glanced down at a tiny woman who'd been wolfing down her food. They stared
first at the bowl which Gwen had been eating from and then at each other.

Alex's nostrils flared. She looked angry, so very angry. She was not angry
that this girl was eating her food, but that she'd slipped passed her
undetected. Stealing her food was only adding insult to injury!

"Who the fuck are you!?" She snarled viciously at Gwen.

"I -- I -- got robbed," Gwen said as she lifted her spoon. A droplet of
saucy stew ran down the side.

"And that gives you the right to rob me?!"

"I ..." She stopped as soon as Alex glared at her.

That glare, Gwen concluded, would make the hairs of a bear stand on end, it
was ferocious. Her size alone was threatening enough, full six feet tall
and wide broad shoulders. Alex walked to the table and lifted the bowl,
stared into it briefly, and then returned her stare to Gwen.

For some reason or another rather than shrinking away as most would've
done, and it was probably what she should've done, she found herself
standing her ground. She didn't survive near death and probable rape just
to get bullied by a savage.

Alex fumed furiously, her eyes narrowing acidly and her lips curling
together. "This is my mountain! My cabin! My food!" She seethed, balling
her hands into fists as if to strike Gwen down. "Thief!"

It took Alex two quick steps to reach her. When she did, Gwen leaned
backward a little, but it was enough to make her lose her balance. She
toppled to the chair and broke it. She fell to the floor and landed in a
very indelicate position on her bottom. She groaned as she added a sore
derriere to her list of ailments.

"Ow! I'm not a thief," she protested. "I only ate the food because I was
hungry ..."

Alex growled a low warning from deep in her throat and glared at Gwen,
daring her to continue. Gwen looked back timidly, swallowed dryly and rose
to face her accuser; she needed to crane her neck up to do that.

"I'm no thief," she repeated and placed her hands on her hips, a habit
she'd acquired from watching the nuns at the orphanage. "I'll pay you back
as soon as I have some money."

Alex blinked surprised and involuntarily took a step backwards. She was
impressed as well as amused by her pose of defiance. She was at a loss for
words by this little runt's courage. Alex had been in knife fights before
and killed men who outweighed and outsized her.

"How did you get here?" She glanced out the window. "Are you alone?"

"Well ... yes!" She spoke uncertainly. "I was robbed by bandits. I ran away
barefoot too, you see!" She raised her foot to show she wore no shoes. "I
didn't expect them to follow me. I must admit that Sister Mary Roberts
would've been very proud of me for running away like that."

"Christ, you're a nun!?" Alex said nearly horrified.

"Oh no," she flicked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "The nuns helped
raise me at the orphanage and ..."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much," she declared, her gaze
closed on her face. "You fill my ears with your babble."

"I'm trying to explain." She folded her arms only feeling slightly
offended. "I understand that you're upset by my presence. I'm certain that
once you escort me down the mountain we can come to an arrangement ..."

Alex listened, motionless before this small woman, her expression softened
slightly. She continued to talk, but Alex wasn't paying any attention to
what she was saying. A surprising grin split her face, and she was able to
overlook this woman's intrusion.  There was such innocence and youthfulness
in her appearance.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Gwen had her hands on her hips
again.

"You enter my cabin, eat my food and ..." an amused smile curled her mouth,
"now I'm to risk my life to `escort' you through a snow storm. You're a
demanding little thing."

Her laughter filled the cabin, bouncing off the walls and echoing loudly in
Gwen's ears. It was an enjoyable laugh, full of real and genuine humour.

"Snow?" Gwen smiled nervously. "What do you mean?"

Gwen ran to the window and watched the snow fall hard, and it was only the
beginning of what promised to be a very long cold storm. She'd never seen
snow before, and if circumstances had been different would have felt merry,
but not now. Gwen shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold wind or
the snow.

Gwen didn't look as though she'd accept defeat so easily. Her blue eyes
settled on Alex as if expecting to receive the good news any moment.

Alex was suddenly captivated by Gwen's eyes. A fire burned in her heart as
she realised that providence had brought this delightful little creature to
her cabin for a reason. An opportunity like this didn't present itself
twice.

There was no way that she was going to let this blessing of a gift get
away, snow or no snow. Alex loved solitude, but wouldn't it be so nice to
have a ... WIFE!

Alex glanced to the horizon, into a fast darkening night. "I'm afraid that
neither of us is going anywhere tonight."

"Ah!" New hope dawned on Gwen. "Of course! We could leave when the snow's
cleared, right?"

Alex smiled at her, and leaned in until her face was only inches away from
Gwen's. "Wrong."

"What?"

"You're new to this country, I'm sure you don't understand how lucky you
were to find me or this cabin. It's been unseasonably warm this time of
year."

"Warm?" Gwen nearly laughed out loud. This was the coldest weather she'd
been in her entire life.

Alex nodded. "It might snow for a couple of days or a couple of weeks. It
doesn't matter. We can't go up or down this mountain until it melts."

"When will that happen?" She tried not to sound so alarmed, but her voice
squeaked a little.

 "A month, maybe more."

Surprisingly, it seemed to Gwen that Alex didn't seem at all unsatisfied at
the prospect of her being forced to live in a cabin for a whole month!

"I understand," Gwen replied softly.

"It seems you're stuck here with me." There was too much cheeriness in her
voice, and her smile was quite out of place. "Naturally, you'll have to
live with me."

Alex's casual suggestion caught Gwen by surprise. "Excuse me?"

"Can you cook?" She asked.

"Of course I can."

"Excellent. You'll do the cooking, cleaning, and mending. I'm not good at
that stuff ... in exchange for my hospitality you can have a bed, food, all
the whisky you can drink."

"Listen," Gwen spoke softly. "While I'm grateful for your hospitality, I
must make a point that I'm not your maid."

Not maid, Alex felt like saying. Wife!

"Do you wish to brave the storm and walk barefoot in the snow? I'm offering
you a way to pay for my hospitality. This arrangement makes perfect sense."

She sounded so haughty, so convinced of herself! Naturally, her suggestion
made perfect sense, but there was something that didn't add up right.

"Very well," she agreed grudgingly. "But only until the snow melts."

"Good!"

"I don't even know your name."

"Alexandra Smith, but you can call me Alex."

"Gwen Myers."

"Then it's settled."

III

There was only one bedroom and as she entered it she remembered she'd never
had a room all to herself. The bedcovers were of animal skins and other
furs. Gwen went to the window and opened the windowpane just an inch. Cold
air crept in, over her hands and up her arms, and she closed it again
quickly. Was it actually getting colder?

In spite of the fire burning in the kitchen it was getting colder. People
didn't usually make Gwen uneasy, but there was something about Alex that
made her spirited.

"You're freezing!" Alex grabbed her hand. "C'mon let's get you into bed."

"T-t-together?" Gwen's teeth chattered and her lips were turning
blue. "There's n-n-no n-need. I-I can sleep by the fire."

"You're not used to this weather." Alex said gently. "I guess I need to
explain. It's cold and it'll get colder. If we huddle together we can keep
warm."

Alex looked her in the eye, unwavering, and Gwen couldn't see deception
there.

"I suppose if we have to, we have to." She was too cold to argue.

Cold air sneaked in the tiny cracks that opened up in the corners of the
cabin. She couldn't imagine living in a place so cold! It would be good to
return to civilisation soon.

Only in the name of keeping warm, would Gwen allow herself to lie next to
Alex. Besides, she told herself they were both women.

Alex placed her body over Gwen's. For a woman Alex had an unusually broad
chest, a result of years of working hard in the mines. Alex soon wrapped
her long arms and legs around Gwen so gently -- that she dwarfed her
completely. Gwen was lost in Alex's arms, lost in the tenderness that
enveloped her instantaneously.

It would have made perfect sense for her to feel intimidated, even
frightened, but this wasn't the case. She'd never felt so at peace or more
protected, than she did at this moment, wrapped in the arms of a woman she
hardly knew. Not even as a child in the orphanage had she felt so
safe. None of it made any sense; she buried her face against Alex's chest,
no sense at all.

"It's been a long day," she yawned. "I'm sure you'll be happy to be rid of
me come spring."

"Not really." Her voice was gentle, but Gwen didn't hear her.

How was she able to fall asleep so quickly and effortlessly? Alex glanced
down at the package huddled in her arms and frowned. Gwen murmured in her
sleep, and rubbed her face against her chest with satisfaction.

 Alex felt an urgent need to protect her. She belonged to the mountain and
in not some sleazy town. The nearby towns were too wild and dangerous for
girls like Gwen. Why was she so pig-headed to leave?

 Still sleeping, she snaked one arm around Alex's waist, then another
followed. They were warm in this bed as a body could be on a night like
this.

 Alex wouldn't mind having a wench around the cabin to cook and tend for
her. It would be great to have friendly arms at the end of the day, a warm
agreeable body in her bed at night; to have someone to hold when the nights
were cold.

IV Alex sat quietly in the corner of the cabin mulling over her future
life. Gwen, a bit of a snowstorm herself, although a beautiful one, was
cheerfully cleaning the dishes. Gwen was a great cook, or at least Alex
seemed pleased. Most days Alex would just listen and let Gwen do all the
talking.

Although Alex enjoyed having sex with men, she much preferred giving her
feelings and interests, to women. In these parts it was so difficult to
find willing women to become her bed mates.

Alex kept thinking of Gwen and it was only with great effort that she
didn't possess the girl. It was becoming increasingly harder to resist her
urges and needs. When it came to seducing most women, a passionate look or
a scorching kiss, would suffice to reel in the net.

It hadn't turned out that way with Gwen. Alex had whispered seductively in
her ear, kissed her decidedly, and waited for Gwen to react. She hadn't
reacted and she even looked vaguely confused.

Maybe Gwen didn't like girls, Alex concluded with a broken heart. It was
difficult to remain amiably neutral about these things. Alex had kissed her
and had expressed sincere interest in her. She had chosen to ignore it or
at least pretend to be ignorant.

"I bet it tastes like donkey urine!"

Alex sighed and looked up from her slump. Gwen stood looking down at her,
her blond good looks lit by a glorious radiance which radiated entirely
from the woman herself.

"I drink only the best donkey piss," Alex answered in a slightly drunken
pronunciation. "Have some!" She handed her the bottle.

Alex was a heavy drinker, which Gwen soon discovered. She would drink a
whole bottle of whiskey through the day.

"I don't think I'm allowed ..." Gwen looked at the bottle.

"You're not in the orphanage!" She offered the bottle. "This stuff will
keep you warm at night."

"Well," she took the bottle. "I suppose in small quantities it's alright."

"It's medicinal!"

Gwen took a small swallow and handed it back. Alex took a larger swallow.
They stopped to stare at each other and burst out laughing.

"Wuss!" Alex said through a toothy grin. "You didn't even wet your lips."

"Give me that!" Gwen snatched the bottle and swung it up so that she had to
either gulp down or drown in the liquid. She came up gasping, her eyes
watering and her throat on fire.

"Careful," warned Alex.

"Who's the wuss now," she said raspy, taking a full swallow from the
bottle.

Alex threw back her head laughing at her reply and then took the bottle and
raised it in salute to her.

"I think I got the hang of it," Gwen seemed a bit flushed.

"Oh really," Alex's steps shuffled as she grabbed to glasses from the
cupboard. "Let's see then!"

Alex had been drinking longer, but was still sober. She poured them equal
measure of liquid into the glasses. Gwen, watching Alex over the rim of her
glass, saluted and swallowed her whisky until the glass was empty, as did
Alex. It was a ludicrous contest, but fun nonetheless.

They drank gaily and Gwen even sung a tune or two and began dancing as the
urge struck them. They began to spin and leap and were completely drunk.
Alex caught Gwen by the arm and pulled her to her chest.

"I am Sheba, your queen!" Gwen declared between her fits of helpless
giggles. "I'm the fairest maiden all the kingdom!

"Right your majesty," Alex dragged her to the bed. "You've had a bit too
much to drink."

"I'm not stupid Alex," Gwen suddenly put her arms around her neck.

"I never said you were," Alex smelt the sent of the girl's hair. "You'd
better stop."

Alex was getting dangerously close to kissing her again, but this time she
wouldn't have the strength to stop. Apparently the nuns had never explained
to Gwen marriage or love. Gwen didn't understand why her heart quickened at
the sight of Alex, though she felt a yearning in her. She decided to act on
her impulses.

"I know that sometimes two women" she was breathing heavily, "can love each
other."

"Yes, it's true." Alex brushed away the wisps of Gwen's hair and took her
face in her hand, searching her with hauntingly tender eyes. "But do you
know what that means?"

"Not really," Gwen admitted. "I was hoping you'd teach me."

Before Gwen could say another word Alex lowered her head to kiss Gwen's
lips and she dissolved against her, savouring her, filling Gwen's heart
with Alex's longing.

Gwen opened to Alex's mouth like a spring flower, sleek and delicate,
ceding her juicy nectar to Alex's thirst. Alex's tongue coiled Gwen's,
summoning, rousing a celestial and primal need. Gwen surrendered helplessly
to Alex's frame, wanting her. Excitement blossomed from under her dress and
flowed into her centre, and it extended into pure sensual bliss. Gwen
wanted her; she wanted to be held, touched and be loved by her ...

"Make love to me, Alex," she murmured, astonished, when Alex released her
mouth to suck the edges of her lips and chin.

The tall woman yanked off her gown, tossing it carelessly onto the
floor. Naked in the firelight, Gwen was radiant. Alex felt her heart
quicken as she admired Gwen's form, the feminine flawlessness of her firm
thighs, the smooth hill of her bottom, the soft roundness of her breasts
and the light pink nipples -- perfect as bullets -- which stiffened
slightly in the cool night air.

Gwen tensed, blushing crimson at being suddenly naked in front of Alex. She
disliked being so uncovered and exposed. Back at the orphanage, the nuns
warned her that nudity was a sin. The devil would tempt her flesh.

She waited for Alex to unfasten and unbutton her trousers, dropping them to
her ankles and stepping free of them. Then she kicked off her boots. She
pulled down her undergarments.

Gwen froze instantly and held her breath. It was the first time she'd seen
another person naked and had no idea how to react. Alex towered before her,
relaxed and calm, shamelessly displaying her muscular and nude form. Gwen
noticed that Alex's stomach was as flat as a board. As Gwen's gaze dropped,
it travelled downwards towards the lush black thatch of long and thick
curly pubic hairs between Alex's legs.

This was Gwen's first erotic moment. Her buttocks clenched and flexed
involuntarily as her sphincter muscle contracted suddenly. Her eyes widened
on the smooth, mounded muscles of Alex's breast and glimpsed her stiff
feminine nipples. Amazed, Gwen reached out to touch them, but stopped
herself short. Instead, she looked down to glance at her own nipples and
said: "They look so much like mine ..."

When she looked up, Alex's eyes were fixed on her inquisitive little
fingers.

"This feels ... wrong, somehow." She was remembering the nuns who punished
the girls at the orphanage. "Maybe we should stop."

"No." Alex grabbed her softly but firmly by the wrist. "Lie down in bed
with me, now wench."

Wench? What did Alex mean by that, Gwen wondered. Although she didn't feel
forced to obey Gwen couldn't summon the strength to resist her.

"I --" she whispered quietly.

"Don't be afraid," Alex cradled Gwen's face in her hand, tilting it up as
her other hand slipped around the other girl's waist, drawing her fully
against her hard frame. "I'll look after you."

Gwen's hand came up against Alex's chest, but was unable to summon the
force to resist her. Alex was going to kiss her, she realised to her
amazement; her head was bending, her strong, open lips were parting. And
she was going to let her, she realised, watching the way her velvety lips
parted and her head tilted instinctively to receive Alex.

"I need you," she said huskily, trying to draw her back into her arms.

"This is all new to me." She resisted Alex's pull, and that made her only
more resolute.

Gwen prickled with expectation, and then the soft wonder of Alex's mouth on
hers flooded warmth through her body. Alex's lips caressed and enticed hers
wider and her tongue traced the sweet opening with leisure, mesmerizing
caresses. A moan which was part pleasure, part alarm escaped her throat
when Alex's tongue found the tip of hers and traced moist circles around
it. Her arms slid weakly down Alex's chest and seemed to clutch at her
waist. They lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over them.

Would she accept to be her wife? Was she too delicate to make love to?

"You're beautiful," Alex lowered her mouth to Gwen's, sucking gently at her
lower lip with her mouth, and then soothing it with her tongue. Though Alex
kept her pinned down on the mattress, she was compensated by Gwen's genuine
groan, followed by her mouth opening over hers to extend the kiss.

Gwen allowed her instincts to guide her. Soon their tongues were entwined
and their mouths firmly locked together.

When Gwen tried to shift herself from underneath Alex's weight, she drew
back to look closely at her. "If I continue" she said huskily, "there are
conditions to accept."

She cast an annoyed glance. "What condition is that?"

"As long as you remain here you'll be my wife. I'll have exclusive rights
to your body." She raised her back so her eyes could feast over Gwen's
naked breasts. "I'll have the right to do this!" Lowering her head, Alex
sucked Gwen's breast, tonguing and teasing the nipple until she moaned.

"Oh my ..."

"Do you agree to be my wife?" she demanded, in between exciting her breasts
with her nimble mouth. "Will you accept me as your Lord and Master? Say
it!"

Lust flooded low in her loins. Right now she would agree to marry Satan if
only Alex would just keep doing what she was doing. "Yes, yes, anything! I
swear." She brushed a kiss to her mouth. "Just don't stop!"

 With a growl of satisfaction, Alex slipped her hand down to the shaking,
slippery folds of Gwen's sex, and cupped her. The wench was hot and wet!
With a gleam in her excited gaze, she slid a finger on Gwen's slit.

"Alex!" she cried, stunned by the unexpected move. "You can't do that!"

"Oh yes I can. You're my wife now." She wriggled her finger inside her
slit. "Better get used it if you're going to say married to me."

Gwen locked her legs, her hands gripping Alex's shoulders, her mouth locked
on hers, sucking in her breath, anchoring herself against Alex's body. Alex
fingered Gwen's folds, delicately testing her. She moaned and squirmed
against Alex's hand, but she didn't scream ... yet!

Alex plunged a finger inside her, an aggressive action that made her back
arch.

Gwen's eyes bulged wide with ecstasy and horror. Alex couldn't resist
parting her and sliding a thumb into her secret, slick gap, and she was
literally drenched with lust. Oh, she would be so tight, so excellent! A
long finger buried itself deep inside her, she'd felt a strange tingly
feeling she'd never felt before. It was a feeling she was unable to
control.

Alex plunged her finger in faster and deeper, right to her hymen but
without breaking it, her thumb brushed against a tiny bud of unstable
sensations which Gwen had no idea she possessed. She bucked against Alex's
hand, fighting for more touch, fighting for more pleasure. She couldn't
understand herself

Suddenly Alex fingered that predominantly sensitive spot, and she
practically leaped off the mattress. "Fuck!"

She'd cursed for the first time in her life. Gwen knew she probably sounded
like some harlot, but that was how Alex was making her feel, with her mouth
sexually assaulting her breasts and her fingers taking reckless, wild
liberties between her legs.

She should stop it! Why wasn't she stopping it?

"You have no idea how hot you make me feel, wench," she said between
suctions of Gwen's nipple. "This is all your doing."

"My doing ..." she rasped as Alex tugged on her nipple with her teeth,
sending electric feelings screaming along every nerve.

This felt like nothing she'd ever known in her life. For once in her life,
she felt raw pleasure. Damn the nuns at the orphanage and whoever condemned
their love. When Alex's thigh rubbed between her legs, stimulating other
sensations to life down below, she didn't even hesitate to arch up against
her. The force felt so good, so delightful ...

"More!" Gwen hissed urgently. "Please! Husband!"

Alex seemed to boost with energy when she heard Gwen call her husband. Gwen
lay beneath her, gloriously naked, her legs obscenely spread. Alex on top
of her, the elastic, athletic muscles in her back and thighs tensing evenly
as she thrust against her new wife. Gwen's breaths were deeper and more
strenuous as she suckled Alex's lips. They made love hysterically, sex
pressed against sex in a lusty nether kiss, creating blissful friction with
each savage thrust. Gwen felt her sex throb with shameless need.

Alex's body was hard, her buttocks tight, yet undeniably feminine. She made
love so kindly yet passionately. Gwen's growing cries became screams of
pleasure, her nails dug into Alex's back, drawing the woman in closer.

Grabbing Gwen by the hips, she thrust harder against her slippery, wet
flesh, grunting like a woman possessed as she did so. Alex had never felt
anything so wet and slippery.

 "Alex."

 She was already crying out her name in her passion, Alex thought a little
smugly.

Alex began thrusting on her in long, deep strokes. She rolled Gwen's
nipples around with her fingers, tugging at them in the way she'd
discovered Gwen liked.

"Faster." Gwen begged over and over again.

Alex resisted speeding things up and continued grinding on her in long,
agonizingly unhurried strokes. She rubbed harder, pinning Gwen deeper into
the mattress. Alex moved her hand between Gwen's legs and teased her clit
until she tensed and cried out, experiencing her beginnings of her first
orgasm while she continued thrusting hard against her. She watched Gwen
through it all, spellbound by the look in her glowing eyes, the sheer
pleasure on her beautiful face.

Gwen clamped her right leg around her and Alex could feel her excitement
rising fast. She was so receptive to Alex, it made it all the better.

Alex came down fully on top of her. Twining a handful of Gwen's long,
golden hair around her fist, she locked gazes with her just before she
riding herself home. Gwen groaned, her head falling back upon the bed as
Alex rode her body hard, fucking her sweet cunt in fast thrusts.
Sweat-soaked skin slapped against sweat-soaked skin. The sound of Gwen's
sweet sex squishing against her sex echoed throughout the cabin. Alex
howled as she went primitive on her, fucking her harder and faster, riding
the body she now owned into rapture and oblivion.

"Alex!!!" Her name in pleasure on Gwen's lips sounded sweetly melodious as
she orgasmed.

Gwen's back arched and her body climaxed for Alex was so powerfully
arousing. Gwen shivered and convulsed, moaning wilfully as she burst
against her lover. In a fluid movement she grabbed her hips and grinded her
clit against Gwen's, rubbing herself against her body, over and over
again. Alex rode in quick strokes and deep shoves; sweaty flesh slapping
sweaty flesh.

 Alex's muscles corded and bunched. Her jaw clenched as she rode Gwen fast
and hard like a mare. "Gwen!!!"

Finally she burst. Nostrils flaring, Alex's black eyes locked with Gwen's
as she thrust one more time, then with a growl of triumph, released
herself. They held each other like that, both of them spent and heaving
deeply, both of them too exhausted and satisfied to speak.

Alex craned her neck down to sip gently from her lover's lips. Gwen
accepted her readily, letting loose her tongue out to meet with her
lover's. They kissed unhurriedly for a long minute, pleasant and unhurried
caress until their kissing stopped altogether.

With a smile on her face Gwen fell fast asleep.

Alex got up and walked to the table. The bottle of whiskey resting on it
was still one quarter fill. Snatching it up and spitting the cork out with
her teeth she drank the entire contents in one gulp. A drop of liquid ran
down her neck, chest and dissolved between her legs.

She had never been so aroused by the mere look of a woman before. Alex felt
a slick wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs. She placed her
fingers between her legs. A strange expression crossed her face. Then she
stared at her hand, rubbing her fingers together. Gwen's juices were still
mingled with her own.

"Hot damn!" Alex chuckled lightly. She brought her fingers to her lips and
licked them. "Hot damn!"

She walked back to bed to join Gwen.