Better faster. Sometimes she was lucky and the men, tired after a long journey, immediately fell asleep, having done their job.

“Cool,” said the giant and threw sheets on her, “what is your name?”

“Maria,” she said.

- And me Daren. And I'll tell you something. You can kick me or just go to bed. Do whatever you want. But you don't need to call me "master". My close people are now in slavery, I can not hear it. Do you understand?

Mary, as if hypnotized, nodded.

The Highlander moved closer to her, and Mary started. Excited men always attacked her, and she could not understand why this was not happening now.

“I know how to control myself,” said the Highlander, “and I will never hit a woman.” I won't hurt you. Can you believe

Maria sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks. And suddenly this huge man pulled her to him. She cried, lying face down on her wide, hot chest.

- P-sorry, I ... I ...

She hiccupped and could not calm down.

“Maria,” said the Highlander, “do you have massage oil?”

She was confused.

- I have oil, I sometimes smear my hair with it ... so that they are softer.

- Bring it.

Maria ran to her room and brought a bottle of olive oil.

“Lie down,” said the Highlander, “no, on his stomach.”

The answer to him were huge, full of horror eyes.

The mountaineer gently put his hand to her cheek:

- I promised I would not hurt. Do you remember?

She nodded and lay down on her stomach. And almost immediately hit the sweetest captivity that ever experienced. Strong warm hands slid over her body, pressed easily, walked along, and it was wonderful. Maria quietly purred.

- Like? - asked the Highlander.

“Yes,” she said softly.

He stroked her near the ears and even on the pads of the fingers, and then lightly, like a feather, turn it over and run his hand over his chest.

Mary froze. From this palm to the stomach, it seemed that small hot streams ran, and when the palm went down to the stomach, these streams, like snakes, curled even lower.

At first she was embarrassed and scared, but her light movements continued, caressing and soothing. Maria opened her eyes and looked at the Highlander’s focused face. It was not beautiful. Rather, courageous. Large, honed facial features, stubborn chin, harsh fold between the eyebrows. Straight nose. Shiny black eyes.

She met his gaze. In the eyes of the Highlander, desire flared. It was difficult for him to restrain himself, but he did it. For ... her?

She wanted to thank him. She remembered how long ago mother was stroking her father's cheek. Maria extended her hand, touched Daren's cheek, and ran a hand through his thick hair.

He groaned, and raised his chin, and kissed her.

Maria was dumbfounded. No one kissed her. At least it could not be called kisses. And now she herself wanted to answer. She herself didn’t know what had happened: as if the switch clicked in her - fear turned off, and the body desperately clung to what promised him protection and affection.

The mountaineer opened his eyes in surprise. This unfortunate downtrodden girl suddenly turned into a graceful strong panther, she clung to him, often breathing and nuzzling his shoulder.

“Do not be afraid to look at me,” he tried to say softly, but his voice did not obey and became hoarse.

“I'm not scared,” she murmured, “I just ... I don't know ...”

“All is well,” a wide palm slid between her legs. Maria shrank, but only for a second, she had never experienced anything like that before. Heat. Nicely. And the incomprehensible desire for more. She moaned plaintively.

- Say, do you want? The Highlander asked hoarsely. She involuntarily moved her hips towards his fingers - tell me.

“Yes,” she said, and Daren was quickly on top. She did not have time to get scared, his lips were already moving over her lips, and the hot member slid easily into her.

Maria moaned loudly. Daren moved cautiously, but his size did not hurt Mary, she almost cried from pleasure.

“I think I’ll burn now,” she whispered, frightened.

“Hug me,” said the Highlander imperiously, and immediately added, “please hold me tight.” Make me forget all this ...

This phrase, uttered in reverie of pleasure, unexpectedly penetrated deep into the heart of Mary. Maybe nobody will need her all her life, but now this person asks hug him. By the orders of the dirty bastards, she spread her legs and did other things, so why can't she please the fact that he deserved it?

- What's the matter? - Daren felt its tightness, - let's stop, just lie down. Did I hurt you?

Maria, unexpectedly for him and herself, rolled over him and began to kiss everything she could reach: the grooves between the muscles, the chest, the stomach. Unspent tenderness boiled in her like a waterfall, and she wanted to give it all to Highlander.

When she gently touched his lips to his penis, he could not hold back a moan and ran his hand into her hair. Maria thought she would be disgusted, but smooth, salty skin was like a treat for her. Why is this person so different from others?

The mountaineer gently pushed Maria away from him, pulled her up and kissed her.

“Thank you,” said from in reply to her puzzled look, “but first you.”

She did not understand what he means. At first she ... what?

- What should I do? She asked.

“Just relax.” He pulled her toward him, holding her hips. Maria was surprised to see what was on top. Is it so ... possible?

This time the sensations were different. She could herself decide when to stand still, when to enter a member deeper, even deeper ...

“Oooh,” she whispered, “oh God!”

The mountaineer grabbed her by the buttocks, pushing her down hard. Maria bent over his very chest, kissed his neck and shoulders again and again, and muttered incoherently. (Erotic stories) There was only him around: a tart skin odor, like the bark of an unknown tree, a big hot body ...

Daren caught her nipple lips and kissed, lightly biting, then another. Lightning flashed through the body, and finally all bad thoughts were gone. Mary felt that she was healed from a terrible disease.

When he was on top again, she wrapped her arms around his back.

- I like the way you moan ... you're so hot ...

From his words, the snakes in his stomach curled up even closer, pressed against each other, and Mary became frightened. But not as always: it seemed to her that she was standing on the edge of a cliff and was about to fall.

The mountaineer felt her confusion and gritted his teeth. Now it was impossible to change the pace, although he really wanted to make him mad. But then he would scare her pleasure. He moved the same way, gently kissing her neck and chest.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshhhhhhhhhhh No, as it were?” “Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhvah as Her loud sweet moan pushed him to his own discharge. He hugged her tightly, and would never have been able to loosen her grip and think if she was hurt. Huge happy eyes were evidence that she was not hurt. Daren straightened the crumpled sheets and covered Maria, and she immediately curled up next to him. The mountaineer hung his head on the pillow. The experienced pleasure flowed into a pleasant relaxation. He would immediately fall asleep if something had not dripped onto his hand. He opened his eyes. Maria lay silently crying.

- What? - he asked, - you feel bad?

- Not.

- Painfully?

“N-no,” Maria hid her face on his chest, “Gosh ... Daren, please ... take me with you.”

- What?

- With you - wherever you go.

Finally, her request made her way through the sleep consciousness. In this matter it was necessary to be tough.

- Not. In no case. You can not with me.

- Do you have a wife?

- Not.

- Beloved woman?

- No more.

- Take me with you!

- Not. Is it dangerous. I'm going to kill, and I myself do not too hope to stay alive. But I must try to fix it.

Mary turned pale. She imagined this stern man on the battlefield, clutching his sword, and around the river of blood. I imagined how he was dying, and so was she.

“So take me with you,” she repeated.

- Not.- Daren pulled her to him and kissed her temple - you are brave, kind, affectionate. You decided to go to the edge of the world for a stranger only because he helped you understand that a woman should also have fun. But this is not a reason to put yourself in danger. You will not go with me. Sorry.

She looked at him so rebelliously that Daren felt the desire again.

“I have not been with a woman for a long time,” he admitted to Mary, “come to me.” In the most difficult time we will have something to remember.

And, although she was bitterly thinking that what would happen next, Maria clung to him and kissed her first on the lips.

Steppe all stretched and stretched. The horse galloped fast and clouds of dust rose up beneath her hooves. Suddenly, behind the clatter of another hoof.

- Do not be afraid! - shouted a ringing voice, - it's me!

The mountaineer clenched his teeth and swore. A small fragile figure materialized two feet from him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

- I'm going with you.

- Where, tear you hell ?!

“Anywhere,” Maria spread her arms and laughed. She was not afraid of anyone or anything, - Daren, you saved my life. Already. Whatever you say. If I die, let it be. If I have a choice between life in shame and death, I choose death.

The mountaineer smiled grimly and nodded, accepting company. He understood her. He himself would have made such a choice.