To Love Again

later, lambkin, but perhaps it would be better if we did not talk so much right now.'

'Why do you call me 'lambkin'?' she persisted nervously.

'Because you are an innocent little lamb, with your big purple eyes and your naughty russet curls; and I am the wolf who is going to eat you up,' he responded. Then his mouth pressed down hard on hers. He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to be patient. But her nearness was driving him wild with longing. He needed to get on with it, and if the truth be known, the longer he waited, the harder it was going to be on Cailin. Her lips softened beneath his, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tried to draw back, but he held her firmly.

At first she tried to elude the tongue seeking hers, but he would not let her. She could taste the honeyed mead on his breath, and it excited her. Tentatively her tongue sought his out; joining it in an exquisite dance that gratified both their senses. Her arms tightened about him once again, drawing him half over her, her young breasts pushing up to meet his smooth chest.

Pulling away, he took her heart-shaped face in his hands and covered her face with kisses. His lips trailed once again down her straining throat, moving into the valley between her breasts. When she cried out softly, he soothed her. 'No, lambkin, do not be afraid.'

Her breasts felt as if they were swelling beneath his kisses. When he cupped one in his hand and tenderly fondled it, her cry was one of relief. She had wanted him to touch her there. She wanted him to keep touching her there. Her heart was beating so violently that she thought it would come through her chest, but his touch was far more compelling now than her fears.

Wulf bent and kissed the young breasts in his charge. His tongue began to tentatively lick at her nipples, first one, and then the other, teasing the soft flesh into tight, hard spear points of tingling sensation. Cailin's breath sounded ragged in his ears as he finally closed his mouth over her left nipple and began to suckle strongly. 'Pleasure,' he heard her half sob as he moved to her other nipple, offering it the same erotic homage he had offered its sister.

Cailin watched him through half-closed eyes as he worshiped her body. She felt weak with unfamiliar longing, but in her heart she felt stronger than ever before. She realized suddenly that he had swung himself over her, as bending forward he caressed and kissed her torso. Thrusting from his body was… was… his manroot! But it was suddenly enormous. It could not possibly fit within her young body. He would tear her apart! 'You are too big!' she cried, her voice genuinely frightened, her palms against his chest, pressing away. 'Please don't! I do not want to do this thing now!' She arched, struggling against him.

He groaned. It was a desperate sound. 'Let me fit just the tip of it in your passage, lambkin, and you will see it will be ail right.'

'Just the tip?' she quavered.

He nodded. Gently he guided himself with a hand. She was wonderfully moist with her excitement, and he easily fitted himself into her waiting passage. The heat of her flesh welcomed him as she closed tightly about the tip of his manroot. Wulf wondered how long he was going to be able to maintain his control. She was simply delicious. What madness had made him propose such foolishness? He wanted to bury himself as deeply within her as he could. He took a deep breath. 'There,' he crooned to her. 'That is not so terrible, is it, my lambkin?'

The invasion was a tender one. She felt it most distinctly. The tip of him was stretching her, but it did not really hurt her.

He kissed her lips softly and murmured against them, 'If you will let me come just a bit farther, I will give you sweet pleasure.' When she did not answer him, he began to press his advantage forward, moving with delicate, quick strokes within her, while continuing to kiss her mouth, her face, her neck.

Cailin closed her eyes and allowed him his will. Although the feeling was new, it was not altogether unpleasant. In fact she was beginning to grow quite warm, and when she felt her body start to move in rhythm with his, she was surprised, but she could not refrain from the motion. Indeed, as she moved with him she began to find herself overcome with a sensation of overpowering sweetness. It was as if a hundred butterflies were caught within her body. Cailin suddenly took Wulf Ironfist's face between her hands and kissed him passionately for the first time.

He had watched the changing expressions on her face. It was like watching a clear sky turn stormy. 'Can you feel the pleasure beginning, my lambkin?' he whispered to her. 'Is it good? Let me complete what we have started. I long to possess you completely!'

'Yes!' It was clearly said.

She felt his muscled thighs pinion her firmly. He began to piston her with quicker strokes of his manhood. Faster, and faster, and faster, and then a sharp burning pain overwhelmed her as her maidenhead shattered before the onslaught of his weapon. The pain swept up her torso, filling her achingly as he sheathed himself completely within her with a triumphant cry. Cailin gasped as the fire filled her belly. Her nails clawed at his straining back. She would have screamed in her terrified agony had he not covered her mouth with his own at the precise moment he deflowered her.

He had hurt her! He hadn't even warned her of this torture! Of course he hadn't. He knew full well she would have not allowed him the liberty of her body had she known of this horrendous pain. She hated him! She would never forgive him. She… she… she was suddenly aware of a new and absolutely delicious sensation sweeping over her. The pain had vanished as rapidly as it had come. Nothing remained but warm, sweet pleasure. Wulf was moving again upon her, and the honeyed fire pouring through her veins was akin to nothing she had ever experienced before.

'Ohhhh!' she half sobbed as he released her lips. 'Oh!' There was a hot tightness building inside her. 'What is happening to me?' she moaned desperately as she felt her body beginning to spiral out of control. She was soaring! It was wonderful! She didn't want it to stop! Up. Up. Up. She could go on forever like this. Then the sensation climaxed, bursting like a thousand shooting stars inside both her body and her brain. 'Ohhhhh!' she cried, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and disappointed as she felt the deli-ciousness melting away as quickly as it had come upon her.

'No!' Cailin said, and then she opened her eyes and looked into his. 'More!' she demanded.

Wulf Ironfist burst out laughing, but there was no mockery in the sound. It was the laughter of a happy and relieved man. He smoothed her hair from her face and rolled off of her, kissing the tip of her nose as he did so. Then propping himself up against the wall of the bed space, he looked down into her face and said, 'I hope you gained as much pleasure from our passion as I did, lambkin.' Then he drew her into the safety of his strong arms.

Cailin nodded, turning her head to look up at him. Her euphoria was abating slightly, but she was not unhappy. 'After the pain it was wonderful,' she told him shyly.

'There is only pain the first time,' he promised. 'We shall make fine children. The gods have been kind to us, Cailin Drusus. We are well-mated and well-matched, I think.'

'Your seed is fierce,' she said, blushing with the remembrance of how she felt it flooding her with sharp bursts. 'Perhaps even now we have begun our first son, Wulf Ironfist,' she finished as they slipped beneath the coverlet again.

He lay his great blond head upon her breasts, and was pleased when she cradled him as protectively as he had her. He had come to the Dobunni seeking land. The gods, in their wisdom, had given him Cailin, and a brand new future.

'If we were in your world,' he said, 'and I had asked your father for you, and he had consented, how would our marriage be celebrated?'

'The ceremony would begin at my father's villa,' Cailin told him. 'The house would be decorated with flowers, if there were any, and boughs of greenery, finely spun colored wool, and tapestries. The omens would be taken in the hour of the false dawn, and being auspicious, the guests would begin arriving even before the sunrise. They would come from all the neighboring villas, and from the town of Corinium, too.

'The bride and the groom would come to the atrium, and the ceremony would begin. We would be brought