Tavern Tart 4

4	The Blending 

Meg's heart threatened to burst from her heaving chest. Excitement
clashed with apprehension inside her very soul. She'd never been this
forward before. Even when that merchant had lain with her, she kept her
shift on, only moving it up far enough to grant him access. Meg was
afraid of both her boldness and his possible rejection. Yet she felt
deliciously wet in that little hole between her legs and this spurred
her on. Her nipples were stiff as she rubbed her breasts against
Roland's muscular back. He wasn't snoring. He must be awake. 

"What the hell?" He turned and slid his arm around her slender waste.
"Is that you, Meg?" 

Her voice was soft and tremulous. "Yes, Roland. I desire you." 

Roland still had on his trousers but nothing else. He slipped the
blanket down further. He still couldn't see anything in that dark
chamber. He asked, "Why, lass?" 

Meg was certain now that this was the right man for her. Any other man
would have pressed her flat and entered her as if he'd owned her body.
This man actually was considerate enough to ask. "Yes, Roland, I'm
sure. I know we've only known each other for a short time. I'm so
lonely my heart. I don't have any more strength left. I need you and
want you." 

He held her close to him as if she were some precious object kept in his
charge. "Before you do anything rash, sweet Meg, you best listen to
what I have to tell you. You should know what kind of a scoundrel you
want to be with." 

She chuckled softly and it was like music to his ears. "You can't
possibly be any worse than I am. Love me first and then we'll confess
our sins to each other." 

He found her mouth with his. His tongue stabbed into her wide open oral
invitation. The impulsive wench quickly snuck her hands down to his
crotch. He was hard. That was good. Now to get those damned pants off
him. At last she broke the kiss. "Get your britches off, sir knight." 

Roland could smell her arousal and her sweat. This was a genuinely
willing woman he was about to ravish. In moments he'd removed the
offending clothing. Then Roland pulled her to him. Their mouths locked
together at the moment he entered her from above. Her slender legs
slipped around his thighs, letting him know she wanted him in her to
the full. "Oooooo! Fuck, yes! Ooooo! Roland! I just knew it would be
beautiful! I want you so bad, it hurts!" 

Roland caught his breath. He didn't dare say anything yet. She was so
tight and her pussy clenched him as if her very life depended on the
coupling. She was giving him her heart. None of the other women he'd
lain with had performed like Meg was doing now. Her body strained and
tensed. She screamed as the animal in her found ecstasy! "Again!" She
squealed. Oh Roland! Roland! Fuck my cunt! Just take it! Do anything
you want to it! I need you! I didn't know it would be this good!
Oooooo! Love me! Don't say anything, love! Just fuck!" 

He practically devoured her breasts with kisses and suckling caresses.
His cock was on fire now as he took and took and took! Lust poured from
her snatch as she shuddered in rapture once more. Meg was dazzled!
Would their wedding night be this glorious? Would he marry her or toss
her aside like the others? "Oh Roland! I've been so alone! Please don't
leave me! I don't think I could bear it!" 

He kissed her again and in that moment, his cock exploded deep into the
saucy wench. Well, she wasn't a tart now. She was a vulnerable woman
who'd just given all her heart to this veritable stranger. Roland was
touched by her enthralling tenderness and ardor , once he sank back to
the real world. "That was marvelous Meg. There is witchcraft in your
soft lips and warm cunt. I know you've given me your heart Meg. Do you
want me again?" 

She giggled with happiness. "Of course sir knight! I've never felt this
way before. I lust for you Roland, my new found darling! Keep pouring
your love into me till dawn. When you are inside me, I don't feel
lonely anymore." 

Roland lay back and lifted his new lover onto his chest. "Methinks we
must talk first. You need to know more about me and I'm sure you have
things to tell me as well." 

Meg sighed but she was content for now to lie on him while her juices
moistened his upper thigh. "All right Roland. As you know, I'm a tavern
wench. I've been occasionally topped by men since I was 14. There may
be some tarts out there worse than me but I think you'd have to travel
along distance to find one. I've occasionally visited a wicked woman
out in the forest who gave me herbs to prevent having a child. The
church would condemn me for that if they ever knew. I'm vile and full
of sin. I use fowl language at times and I have the devil's temper. Can
you possibly love a woman with so many spots and stains?" 

Roland gently moved his fingers through her damp hair. "I thought I just
did, love? You think you're bad? Let me tell you what real evil is.
Over the years and especially when I was on holy crusade, I lay with
women that I hired with money. They meant nothing. I used their soft
bodies simply to relieve my desire. I took them just like men have
taken you. However in your case, you did it to survive and to help your
father. You are an angel compared to me. I've killed men in battle and
gloried in it. I hate and thoroughly loath my brother for barring me
from my inheritance. When I returned home after four long years, he
threatened me with death unless I left. He wouldn't even let me spend
one night in the keep I once called home. He had 20 men at arms so what
could I do? Certain I could have killed three or four of those poorly
trained brutes but I'm sure that they could have dispatched me at some
point. So I took the bribe of Judas and decided to visit my last
kinsman. I have a patch, a remnant of honor but little more." 

She lay on him as if her very life was in the balance. "Oh, my sweet
Roland. You are a soldier and you did take up the cross." 

He snorted with disgust. "I took up the cross! I did it for the wrong
reasons as usual. I wanted to see the world. I wanted adventure. I
didn't give a rat's arse for the holy sepulcher or the so-called
blessed streets of Jerusalem. The land is mostly desert filled with
spiteful, barbaric savages known as infidel followers of Mohammed, the
false prophet. Allah is their God and Mohammed is their prophet and may
the devil take the lot. Yet I never killed innocent civilians like some
of our rabble did. So I guess if you look long enough and hard enough,
you can find men even more vile than myself." 

She whispered into his ear. "Hush, my beloved. Several men much worse
than you live right in this hamlet. You are a saint compared to some of
them. Why, I had to play the wanton and throw myself at you to bed you.
I'm glad I did but you're not getting a lady. You're getting a low
born, Saxon tart with the morals of a she cat. Can you possibly forgive
me all that?" 

His touch was ever so gentle on her moist cheek. His other hand was
fondling her right breast. "I forgive you all, sweet Meg. You've
confessed to me. If there is anything you have not confessed to father,
you must do so. We need a fresh beginning." 

"And what about you? Do you need my forgiveness to?" 

Roland kissed her again with tenderness. "Do you forgive me, sweet Meg?
My sins are legion." 

She snuggled closer. "I forgive all, Roland. I have never felt so safe
since my poor mother died years ago. But what did you mean by a
beginning for us?" 

"Well lass, I best make an honest woman of you. Will you become my
sweet, spotted bride? Will you marry me lass?" 

Meg was unable to hold back. She began to weep. "What's the matter,
lassie? Why do you cry, so?" 

She couldn't talk but she showered his face with kisses as well as her
tears. Finally she got her voice back. "Oh Roland! You fool! I'm happy!
If you really want to marry me, I'll drag you to the altar first thing
in the morning. Truly Roland you have forgiven much." 

"Now lass, don't try to talk me out of it." She heard the mirth in his
voice. She giggled and her cunt was suddenly enfolding his manhood once
more. 

"You're hard for me dearest. There is no way I'm going to let you change
YOUR mind now. Hush love! Lets fuck!" 

She attacked his mouth with hers. Her oozing pussy gripped him even
harder than before. Meg began to ride. He gasped into her mouth and
pushed his tongue against hers matching the tempo of his up thrusting
manhood. She tongued inside his mouth. Back and forth their tongues
twisted, stabbed and tasted while their genitals ground together in
urgent need. He'd regained total possession of her small tits and then
his fingers were slipping downward until he fingered her anus. Once
again, Meg had a joy burst fill her cunt and belly. "Ooooo Roland! You
hot stud! Just keep fucking me! I can't help talking dirty. It's the
way I feel when you're in me!" 

He suckled harder on her bobbing breasts. The power of her down strokes
inflamed his meat with a searing need which had to be consummated! No
question about it! Meg wanted his cock from base to tip and she would
stop at nothing to secure his devotion. "I'll make you so happy, my new
husband. I might get angry at you sometimes but you can obtain my
forgiveness by fucking me like this at night, every night. I've never
felt this way before. It must be real love because I just want to give
myself to you." 

Roland grunted and groaned. The pleasure coursing through his prick was
far beyond mere bliss. Her little swivels and jerks were driving him
rapidly towards another glorious conclusion to act two in their lusty
play. He moved his knees forward into a pair of triangular supports and
then he thrust into her bucking body with much more power. "Ooooo! You
randy dog! Fuck me! Fuck my burning cunt raw! God! Oh Christ! It feels
so huge in my pussy! Aaaahhh! Ahuh! Ahuh! Ahuh! Harder! Pour it into
me! Please! I need your love! Every drop of it!" 

Roland pried her ass cheeks further apart and kept right on savagely
pounding into her fiery snatch. Again she climaxed and her tightening
love hole squeezed him to his own volcanic release! He actually
screamed as his body squirted streams of milky lust into her simmering
slit. "You witch! You wicked enchantress! God's wounds! Fuck!" 

She smirked in the comfortable darkness. She'd actually heard him swear
like she had. Her cunt was sloppy with their mixed goo. She giggled.
"If you say things like that more often Roland, you'll be able to have
your way with me more often. I love to hear my man say such wicked
things about my very naughty pussy. I think she likes it to. You see
what kind of a shameless harlot you're going to wed?" 

He became serious at last. "Meg, I think I know the incredible decision
you made tonight. To enter my room with nothing on must have taken
tremendous faith within yourself. You have the courage to love. How
could I possibly turn down such a valuable gift. I hope you can make me
forget some of the evils I have done. Ist possible that through this
rutting, we can find hope? Can we find salvation?" 

"When you're inside me, you sweet man, I feel saved. When you bring me
ecstasy, I know I will be in heaven because I'm already there. When
we're more comfortable with each other, I'll take you in my mouth while
you possess my wide open cunt. I've learned many different ways to
couple over the years, much to my discredit." 

"You offer me all and ask nothing in return except that I might share my
life with yours. I say to you that Solomon in all his glory was never
offered a better or finer gift. Oh Christ!" 

She was crying again. "Sorry lass. Did I say the wrong thing?" 

She sniffled. "No, your words are like honey to my thirsty soul. Nobody,
not even father ever said such beautiful things to me. I have my
faults, Roland and as you know they are probably almost as numerous as
your own. But I will never deny you the pleasures of our bed, health
permitting. I will always greet you in the darkness with nothing on and
desire inside my moist cunt. I know I'm poor and worthless but you make
me feel divine. With you I am somebody and not some worthless tavern
drudge." 

At long last, Roland felt the terrors of loneliness recede. Her ripe,
sensuous body was made for loving. She still lay on top of him,
gripping his spent member as if he were still hard. Meg whimpered, "Do
you want me again, sweetheart? I still ache for you." 

His kiss told her the answer. Yes, he would take her again and again
until they slept from sheer exhaustion. Deep down she knew she was a
whore and a completely sin stained girl with a soul black with lust and
loneliness. Now, his intense passion had lifted her out of the mire and
the black pit. Their coupling became wild and unrestrained. With each
new orgasm, a new vista rushed into Meg's mind and heart. The more she
gave, the more she received. She shrieked! She swore! She urged and
even begged him to perform even more despicable acts inside her
writhing vaginal channel. His fingers found their way into her anus at
just the right moments and this too, triggered her inner fires into a
blazing eruption. He tasted all over her swollen tits. His kisses were
deep and demanding. Sometimes she was on top. Sometimes she was spread
beneath him getting brutally plowed as if she were some fertile field
and he was the plow man sowing seed. Much later, she even wantonly
sucked on him, eager to revive him for even more dalliance. His own
tongue tasted her ravished cunt for the first time and they lay their
licking each other until his manhood was ready for yet another carnal
adventure. They had no idea what time they lost consciousness, but they
definitely slept through the noise of roosters crowing shortly after
dawn. When she did waken, she tickled him until he opened his eyes. 

She laughed, "You are a site, sir knight! You look like you've lain with
a she cat in heat." 

"I have, you impetuous minx. We better get cleaned up and see the
priest. I wish to see if you perform greater magical feats when you are
a blushing bride." 

She leaned over and gently examined his soft member. "Poor little thing.
I could kiss it better but methinks I best take this opportunity to get
you to the priest while your naughty part is subdued. Otherwise, I
might not be able to escape this bed long enough to get wedded and
properly bedded." She gave him a quick kiss. "I'll get a bath ready for
us, you darling man. I didn't know how lonely I was until you sported
with me last night." 

Roland was surprised and pleased. "Meg's beauty seemed to glow from her
sweat damp skin. She was completely naked of course. The occasional
pock marks did little to impair her very attractive body. His leavings
still coated her swollen labia. Admiration flowed out of his words like
the sounds of a pleasant woodland stream. "My god, Meg. You are so
lovely. You are so happy; you've become twice as beautiful as you were
yesterday. You're a new woman, my precious." 

"You made me a new woman, Roland. No man ever loved me like you did.
Now, if you keep talking such sweet things to me, we might not get to
see the priest today." She playfully slapped his hand away which had
inevitably grasped her breast. "Behave! We've got to get presentable
for father Eugene. We shouldn't look like we've just emerged from our
steamy bed, even if we have." Her laugh was infectious and he joined in
still holding her around the waist. "All right Meg, get that bloody
bath going. I'll even lug some water from the well, if you need it." 

Her words were still playful and filled with mock conspiracy. "Mayhap if
I use my pussy with greater skill, I can make you into my slave, sir
knight. I'll get you to service me in return for great labors that you
will gladly perform." 

He snickered, "What labors are those, sweet Meg?" 

"You should know that. Why, keeping me screaming with bliss n this bed
or any bed. You'll work all day and we'll fuck all night." 

Suddenly, Roland's face became pensive. She asked, "What is it?" 

"I don't have any ring for you." 

She laughed again. "Silly man! I have my parent's wedding rings. They're
only silver but I'm sure the priest will accept them. My mother's ring
fits me. After bath, I'll see if my father's ring fits you. I think it
might. He had pretty thick fingers." 

Roland pulled her forward onto his chest. "Roland! What are you doing?" 

His tongue flicked on her exposed cunt. "A little taste before we
bathe." 

She moaned with surrender. "You are so good at this. I bet you had a lot
of practice on crusade. Ohhhhh! Roland! You are such a devil! You keep
doing this and you are going to have to fuck me all over again!" 

He winked at her and she laughed as she succumbed to the inevitable. The
bath would have to wait a while.

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