Page 21 of Brutal Serpent

“Get in, Viscountess.”

She tightened her lips together as she looked at the tub, bits of hay and chunks of dirt from the barn floating in it, my cum splattered across the cold water, coating the bar of soap.

“I want fresh water,” she said, and I was darkly amused by the little spark of defiance in her eyes. I hadn’t noticed before, but they weren’t all brown. She had little bright flecks of gold in them. Her useless defiance might amuse me. Or it might piss me off.

I took two steps toward my wife, and that was all she needed to scurry away from me and hop into the tub.

By this time the water was cold, and I watched Catherine gingerly sink down into the tub, looking at the water like it was going to bite her.

“Soap up,” I said shortly, pulling a fresh pair of breeches on.

She wrinkled her nose up, but she obeyed, dunking the soap before beginning to wash her body.

I leaned against the wall and watched her. It pleased me to see her forced to rub my release all over her body, the motion soaking my seed into her skin.

As it should be. I wanted her filled, stuffed full, with my release.

Filled with my child, my heir.

Her nose was turned up at the soap.

“Keep going,” I said.

I could feel my cock already twitching. She pulled the soap under the water and I wondered if she was running it across her breasts, cleaning each pink nipple with my cum, soaping her pink, puffed-up cunt with my cum.

I clenched my fists tightly, but it didn’t stop my cock from hardening.

When I saw her teeth finally beginning to chatter, I allowed her to get out, and she hastily pulled the towel around her body and dried off.

As if the little towel was any barrier to me, I thought as she quickly pulled the pure white nightgown over her head.

The inn owner directed us to a back staircase we could use to climb to our room.

I followed Catherine up to the room.

“Why did you tell the innkeeper you were going to Bath?” I asked sharply.

“I’ve always wanted to go,” she said in a small voice, then, louder, “and I am going to get away from you.”

“I bound you to me today,” I returned, laying a heavy hand on her neck. “You’re mine now.”

After I had firmly shut the door of our room behind me, I couldn’t help grabbing her tightly by the nightgown and throwing her on her back onto the bed.

I wanted to slow down, make my control and power over her slower, but I couldn’t help taking her brutally quickly again, tearing up her nightgown and settling between her thighs.

Catherine’s little squeaks only made my cock harder.

“You are here to give me an heir,” I reminded her, gritting my teeth.

It must be because I could taste the revenge on my tongue that made me so out of control, I thought as I ripped her legs open, not giving her any time to prepare, just thrusting inside her, sinking my cock as deep as I could.

And godsdamn, did she ever feel good, tight and warm, her wet curls falling over the back of her nightgown.

The soft gown had fallen off her shoulder a little bit, exposing her skin, and I couldn’t help leaning forward to bite it, my cock taking her viciously, each thrust a reminder that she couldn’t go anywhere, do anything, stop me from doing whatever the fuck I wanted to her.

My teeth closed on her shoulder, her skin tasting sweet under my teeth and tongue.

My new wife made a little noise in her throat, something between a moan and a whimper as she tried helplessly to shove me away, and I felt my release sizzle irresistibly at the base of my spine, flaming over my body as I released into her with a groan.

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