The sensation of fullness was powerful, almost overwhelming. Mairead squealed, and could not stop herself from flinching.
"Too much, too fast. We go slower, then." He curled the fingers in her cunny to caress that spot inside which he knew would drive her into a frenzy of need. She was so preoccupied with the powerful sensations rippling through her inner walls that she almost did not notice when he started to twist and rotate his fingers in her arse.
Almost, but not quite. There was no pain though, just a feeling of being stretched and impossibly full. The double penetration both thrilled and scared her, but she could not help squeezing around his exploring digits.
"Ah, you are liking this a little more now, I suspect. Am I right, Mairead?"
"It... it is peculiar. But, yes, I do like it. I think."
"And this?" He withdrew his fingers from her cunt to replace them with his thumb. His fingers were now able to reach her most sensitive pleasure nubbin and he went to work there, rubbing, pressing, squeezing. Mairead could not quite comprehend what hit her. Arousal burst from deep within her core, shards of shimmering, whispering light seemed to shoot to her fingers and toes, to the very ends of her hair. Her climax was upon her, almost instantaneous, powerful, gripping and scrambling her senses. Her rear hole stretched further. There was a pinch of pain and she knew he was inserting that third finger, but she no longer cared. Awash with pleasure, drowning in sensual delight, she was utterly relaxed. He could do with her as he pleased.
Mairead moaned when he withdrew his fingers from her arse, almost pulling them right out of her before driving them deep again. He kept the strokes slow and even, and she felt every brush of friction against her inner walls.
"Please, do not... No... yes. Oh yes, there. That feels..."
Mairead was near incoherent with lust by the time he pulled his fingers out entirely. His right thumb was still nestling within her cunny and he swept his fingertips over her clit as he positioned his cock at her now loosened rear entrance.
“Please, I need my release again. Just once more..."
"Ah, but once would never be enough. I believe we can do better than that. Come for me now, my little wife. Show me how well you obey my commands."
"I... I..."
"Now, Mairead." He scratched the very tip of her clitty with his fingernail and she was lost. As she trembled and shuddered with the force of another powerful release, he drove his cock into her waiting arse. Mairead was conscious of everything that was happening to her, but nothing mattered any more save the need to experience the sensual delights he showered upon her. Every touch, every press and squeeze, every intimate stroke and wicked caress sent tingles of pure delight to her very core. As his cock filled her, as he sheathed himself right to the hilt within her tight channel, she let out a scream of pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed and shook, her arse quivering about him as she managed to actually squeeze down and grip him inside her.
"Ah, you feel so good, so hot and tight and... oh yes. Yes!"
Mairead was climaxing again, and she knew that Gunnar was with her this time. He leaned forward, his chest against her back as his cock lurched and leapt within the confines of her body. It was beyond good, beyond delight. The sensation was quite sublime and Mairead believed that if it was possible to expirefrom pure pleasure she would meet her Maker in the next few moments.
She did not. As the waves of ecstasy receded, as her world righted itself and her senses returned to a state where she could scrape together something resembling coherent thought, she found she was still very much alive. Her husband's cock was still embedded in her arse and she believed she had never felt better in her entire existence.
"Mairead? Sweetheart? Are you all right?" Gunnar sounded concerned as he withdrew his erection from her arse and rolled to lay beside her. "Look at me. Talk to me."
She turned her head, a faint and probably idiotic smile plastered across her features. "Husband?"
"Wife?" He sounded uncertain, apprehensive even.
Mairead prised her eyelids open and managed to focus on the handsome, dark features so close to her face. "I am well, I think." She paused, considered a few more moments, then, "Am I supposed to be well? That was a punishment, was it not?"
"I believe I prefer you to be well, punishment or no." He sat up and pulled her into his lap. Mairead was content to lay her cheek against his bare chest and listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Life was good, she mused, and full of unexpected twists. His life, her life, the life of the tiny scrap of humanity just quivering into existence inside her.
"We should go. Back to the house. Tyra will be hungry. And Edyth..."
"Soon. Aigneis will feed our baby if need be, and Edyth is in good hands. First, we shall finish our bath."
"What? But?—"
Mairead managed to take one breath as he tilted forward and toppled the pair of them into the warm, tingling caress of the hot spring. Mairead went limp in his arms and he held her against him as he trod water, then quickly found his footing. Hekissed her dripping locks as he settled the pair of them in the invigorating foam.
"Soon enough, my love. Soon, we will go home and deal with what must be done. But for now, this is our time."
"It is done."
Mairead set aside the hank of sheep's wool she was combing in readiness for spinning and lifted her gaze to meet that of her husband. Gunnar remained just inside the entrance to their longhouse, still bare-chested from his exertions in administering Ferris' whipping. He raised one eyebrow as though seeking her reaction.
"I see. Would you care for a mug of ale?" She forced her voice to remain calm, though she had found the entire episode harrowing. Whilst she had not witnessed the punishment herself, she could not fail to hear the sounds of it, even buried indoors. Ferris had been most vocal, at least at first. Mairead did not dispute the justification for what had just taken place in the open square at the rear of their longhouse, but she would not pretend to be at ease with it. In fairness, Gunnar did not ask her to approve, merely that she should accept the necessity.
"Perhaps later." He came to seat himself opposite her. "Are we all right, sweetheart? Do you think me a brute?"
