Chapter Five
She thought he might be taking her to Hell. She had been prepared to see visions of fire and the stinking smoke of brimstone. She expected to see a landscape like the Dore engravings from art class in college. She did not expect to see a medieval village complete with stone houses and high thatched roofs.
“Hell looks like medieval France?” she asked him.
“Not France. Even I will not go there. This is Shrewsbury.”
She held his hand tighter. “Shrewsbury.”
“England. Do you remember?” He looked down at her and his yellow eyes were hopeful.
She frowned at the thatched cottages and the stone walls that separated the fields. There were no people around. The sun was low on the horizon. It appeared to be early summer as the trees in the distant forest were all freshly green. She did not remember. She felt his intense disappointment as a sharp pain in her heart. She looked up at the yellow eyes. “How can I remember? I have never been to England.”
His cheek twitched. He took a huge breath and led her toward the nearest cottage. He lifted her up with his strong arms and sat her on top of a barrel so she could see inside the window.
It was dim inside. There was the low glow from the fireplace and two oil lamps that hung suspended from the rafters on thin chains. A thick candle illuminated a heavy wood table near the window, but it was the low rope bed that caught her attention.
On the bed two people were engaged in a familiar activity on a thin straw mattress. Victoria made to back away and jump down from the window, but she felt her demon put his hand on the small of her back and press her hard against the sill. “No,” he said, “We are going to watch.”
She made a face. Watching was never exciting to her. She remembered herself at a bachelorette party, tipsy with wine and margaritas, and weaving through the apartment of a girlfriend. The others had gathered around the television. One of them slid a disc into the machine and they all giggled. Porn. That time they had found some gay porn and enjoyed watching two men enjoy themselves...over and over. Victoria had only been embarrassed. She felt naughty watching. She thought about how it would feel to have someone watching her. Not exciting. Even when she masturbated alone in her house she would lock her bedroom door and pull down the shades. Even though her bedroom was on the second floor. She winced.
The demon insisted. “Open your eyes. Watch them.”
She did. She felt him move closer to her. His warmth was disconcerting. It felt almost human. Almost comforting. He put his arm around her waist and held her close to his side.
The two people inside would have been able to see a demon and a woman looking through their window. Or not. She turned to the demon. “Can they see us?” she asked him, nervous.
He shook his head. “They cannot. Nor can they hear us.”
That made her feel a little better. She was uncomfortable sharing the intimacy of this couple who appeared to be deeply in love. The window was close enough to the bed to read their expressions. The woman was young, barely out of her teens. They might be newlyweds. She looked around the inside of the cottage. Yes. There was evidence that they had just moved in. Possessions were piled against the walls. Some things were in wood crates. There was a trunk by the door. Perhaps they had arrived just today and could not wait to get to the bed. Yes, that was it.
The man was tall and strong. His well-muscled arms and shoulders suggested an occupation of hard labor. She turned her head and looked at the yard around the cottage, searching for a hint of his work. A covered area between the barn and the house contained a forge. She nodded. Blacksmith. She looked back inside the cottage. Iron tools lay on the floor by the front door. A hammer. A chisel. Some other things she could not name. Yes. Hard muscles, honestly earned.
Beside her she heard her demon make a noise in his throat that suggested she had guessed correctly on everything. Inside the two sat on their bed facing each other and exploring their naked bodies. The woman looked a little nervous. A virgin, perhaps. The demon nodded again. He whispered into her ear. “She waited for him. She fended off all the village’s young men for three years while she waited for him to finish his apprenticeship. He is a journeyman now with his own forge.”
Victoria looked up, puzzled. “You know them?”
The demon did not answer. He nudged her, signaling that she should be looking through the window instead of talking.
The young woman looked up at her new husband shyly and touched the erect nipple on his chest. Victoria watched as the man smiled down at her tenderly.
The woman’s nipples pointed firmly at her new husband. He responded by touching them both with his big hands. The woman closed her eyes and sighed, and Victoria echoed her sigh with her own. The man was very handsome. His eyes were brown like his hair and glowed soft with love for his wife. He had a fine straight nose and a firm jaw, lightly stubbled with a few days’ beard as though they had been travelling and he could not stop to shave. The woman was as attractive as her husband; her long black hair rested against her back and touched the mattress with its ends. She was small and very dainty. She turned her head to look coyly at him, then glanced down at his lap. She colored prettily as his body responded stiffly to the soft touch of her hands on his chest.
“Jack,” she whispered.
“Do not be afraid, Maggie,” Jack answered.
“I am not,” she said, but Victoria saw how large her eyes had grown. Inside her she could feel a nagging apprehension and wondered if she were feeling her own nervousness at being in a strange place with her demon or if she were feeling this young bride’s emotion.
Jack reached for Maggie and gently laid her down on the bed. He remained seated, and stroked Maggie with his hands like he would polish the shining metal of a sword or a plowshare. He ran his big hands up and down her thighs, then over her hips and her waist, finishing by cupping her breasts.
She wriggled a little as he explored her body and Victoria could see she was smiling at him. His cock had grown as he caressed her, and Maggie could not help but crane her neck to look at it. It was as impressive as he was, as though the hard work at the forge had increased the girth of every part of him, not just his arms and shoulders. Victoria felt a familiar dampness between her legs as she looked at his cock. She pressed her knees together. This was another woman’s man. Not hers.
“Will it hurt?” Maggie asked in a small voice.
“It doesn’t have to,” Jack answered. He opened her legs with a hand and touched the soft hair of her mound with one finger. “It can be very nice, indeed.”
“Even the first time?” Maggie’s face registered both eagerness and trepidation.
Jack shrugged. “I am not a woman. I do not know. It has always been nice for me. What did your mother tell you?”
At this Maggie’s face fell. She closed her legs and rolled over on her side. “She told me to close my eyes and pray you would be finished quickly.”
Jack frowned. “I do not want to be finished quickly.”
Maggie continued. “Molly told me it was nice the second and third time, but the first was not.”
Jack looked down at his cock then at the cleft under the soft mound of Maggie’s buttocks.
He got up and went to the table near the window, the erect cock bobbed as he walked. Victoria made to back away, but her demon’s hand on her back stopped her. “Remember, he murmured, “They cannot see or hear us.”
Jack moved a basket and unfolded a cloth. He took out a small covered crock and scooped out something soft with two fingers. Butter. Victoria smiled, the “personal lubricant” of the old days. Jack rubbed the butter over his hard cock. He looked over his shoulder at Maggie, then applied another coating. By the time he walked back to the bed Maggie had rolled over again onto her back, watching and waiting for him. He put a knee on the bed and touched her again with his slippery hand. She opened her legs for him.
He used two fingers to smear her cleft with what was left of the butter, then took his cock in his hand. Victoria squeezed her knees together again. The demon’s arm snaked around her waist and firmly hugged her to his side. They both watched as Jack positioned himself. Maggie was biting her lower lip.
Victoria remembered her first time. She remembered the feeling of her boyfriend’s cock as it slid tentatively into her. It had been his first time too. They were both terrified and excited. He had not coated his dick with butter. It was coated with a responsible condom. She smiled, remembering how they fumbled to adolescent climax. He did first, and she resorted to masturbation afterwards. He had been chagrinned at how quickly he had come without her, but being seventeen, he was able to enter her again twenty minutes later. That time was better. It had taken her weeks to train him how to make her come while he was inside, but the effort had been worth it.
She felt the demon reading her mind. She glanced up at his face, but he was staring intently inside at Jack and Maggie.
She followed his gaze. Jack wanted to be inside his wife, but her large frightened eyes had him hesitating. He held his cock in his hand and pressed it up against the inside of her thigh.
“It will be fine, Maggs. It won’t hurt.”
His wife took a little breath. “Promise?”
Jack nodded. He touched the very tip of his engorged cock against the folds of her body. He put his finger on her * and circled it slowly, watching her face for permission to enter.
Maggie grimaced, then struggled to erase it from her face. Victoria knew she did not want Jack to think she didn’t want him. She encouraged the young woman, let him in. I would. Her own cleft was wet thinking about Jack’s cock. She squirmed on the barrel. Maggie nodded once, and bit her lip.
Jack pressed gently and Victoria could see the tip squeeze inside. Just the tip. Jack closed his eyes. The muscles of his body went as rigid as his cock as he controlled himself, fighting against the thrust that nature was insisting he complete.
Maggie raised her knees and clutched the edges of the mattress, preparing herself as if Jack was skewering her with one of his iron pokers instead of stroking her from the inside with velvet and steel. She screwed her eyes shut.
Victoria sent Maggie her thoughts. Let him in, you will be amazed at how good this will feel!
She opened her own legs a little as if that would encourage the young woman inside. Her juices dribbled along her thighs. She imagined Jack entering her. She imagined the power of those blacksmith muscles as they thrust the cock in and out of her.
Maggie had opened her eyes again. Jack was still poised on his knees with his cock only touching her cleft. Maggie nodded again and very slowly Jack pushed inside her. Victoria held her breath. His cock moved for a few inches before stopping. Maggie arched her back and cried out.
Jack was breathing hard, now and his thighs trembled with the control of stopping halfway. “Are you well, Maggs?” he breathed, then swallowed hard.
“It does hurt,” she cried. Take it out.”
“Uhng…” Jack gasped. “I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, Maggs.”
Maggie writhed under him, twisting the sheets in her hands and gasping. “Oh God, she whispered.
Jack closed his eyes and Victoria watched as his back bunched up and he slowly and carefully pushed the rest of the way inside, his hips met Maggie’s and he arched over her, his arms supporting his body. She cried out, but not too loudly and bounced her hips and kicked her feet as though she might escape from the hard cock inside her.
He did not move, his body pinned her to the thin mattress. There was no sound in the room but Maggie’s soft sobs and Jack’s groan.
“It’s done, my love.”
“That is all?” Maggie gulped and sniffed. “That was it?”
Jack shook his head, “No. That is not all. That was just the hardest part. It’s over. You can relax. Relax.”
Maggie’s knees lowered and she stopped kicking her feet. Her breaths became longer as she obeyed him. Jack was trembling with the effort of not moving. Victoria imagined his struggle. Her demon growled above her as if he was experiencing that same feeling.
When Jack was satisfied that Maggie was no longer frightened he slowly backed himself out of her, then reversed and stroked inside, still gently but with more intent this time. Maggie screwed up her face for the first few strokes, but slowly relaxed and opened her eyes again as she became used to the sensation.
Encouraged, Jack increased the rhythm, finally meeting his body’s need and releasing the reins he had put on his lust.
Maggie’s eyes opened wide, in surprise this time instead of fear. She turned her head toward the window and Victoria nearly fell from her seat as Maggie’s blue eyes met hers. There was a flash and Victoria was on her back on a thin straw mattress looking up at the rafters of a thatched cottage, the thick hard cock of a blacksmith inside her, stroking his lust like the bellows of a forge.
Everything she had imagined was true. He felt like steel and velvet. His heavy muscles were powerful and shook her whole body with every stroke. She felt delicious warmth from the contact and an increasing tingle around her *. He was large enough to tug the * at every forward thrust and toggle it when he withdrew. It was an intoxicating rhythm. She let her breath out and closed her eyes to concentrate on that exquisite sensation. He was speaking to her as he moved, but she did not hear him, she was so caught up in her own pleasure. He had her by the shoulders now, bracing himself as he pumped. The slow tingle grew stronger and Victoria recognized the familiar feeling of an imminent climax. She opened her eyes so she could watch him as she came.
His own face was twisted in the grimace of pleasure. He grit his teeth and increased the rhythm of his pounding thrusts. Victoria moaned as she felt her body began the rippling contractions on his cock that signaled her orgasm was about to unfold. She arched her back to meet him as she peaked. She had taught her old lovers this signal for them to pause and let her enjoy the orgasm a few seconds if she came before they did. She was surprised to feel this stranger, Jack, stop mid-thrust and wait for her.
She rolled her eyes back and gasped, feeling him hard inside as the rippling waves of pleasure rolled over and over her. Her thighs trembled. Electric tingles flowed from her * to her toes and back again. They faded slowly and she let her breath out, exhausted, and with that signal he started up again, slowly. She heard the slurping sound that meant there was no need for more butter. Her orgasm had slicked him with enough of her own juices to keep him wet for a long time. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, intent on his own pleasure now. She watched his face with warm happy feelings of contentment.
His cheek twitched, and then his lips parted as he gasped. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Victoria watched all the muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest ripple with his exertion as he entered her and pulled out again and again. The bed shook, the wood supports scraped on the stone floor. Her body bounced, making her breasts wobble. He grimaced and sucked air hard between his teeth as he thrust deep again and again, then one more time, holding himself against her hips as he shuddered his release. He pushed two more times until he had emptied himself. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. They were yellow, and he had a thick scar around his neck.