The Inner Beast

The Hessian sat almost sideways in the dining room chair, relaxing before the fire, with his long strong leg draped over the chair’s arm. He’d taken off his leathers, cape, armor, boots and spurs, and let himself unwind in his long black tunic and trousers, his tunic was completely unlaced, his dark chest hairs and rippling muscles partially exposed. He sipped the brandy Cloella had found earlier that day, and smoked his Meerschaum Pipe, quietly blowing smoke rings that floated up above his head in ironic halos. Cloella had to smile as she looked at him from the doorway, where she stood holding a bundle of folded washcloths. The chair could barely contain his big powerful body, but he looked utterly contented, with home and hearth of all things. She’d let him eat his dinner in peace, only speaking if he asked her something, and smiling when he complimented her cooking. She had figured that he may have wanted some calm and peace after returning from the fray, and by the placid and comfortable look in his ice blue eyes now, she knew she’d been correct. It must have been years since he’d had a safe, warm, quiet place to return to, and she would let him relish in it.

The Hessian felt her eyes on him from the doorway and looked up from his brandy. “What are you smiling at?” He asked with the pipe clenched in his sharp teeth.

“At you,” she laughed as she walked towards him. “I do not believe I have ever seen anyone enjoy a glass of brandy, a pipe, and a fire quite so much.” She put the stack of washcloths on the table in front of him and then put her arm around his big shoulders. “And I have never known anyone more deserving of the best of any of the three!”

“Many would debate you.” The Hessian smiled taking the pipe from his mouth with one hand and her hand with the other. He pressed her palm to his lips and kissed it, then laid his head back against her chest and sighed in happiness. “But you are right, pleasantries, such as this, or of any kind for that matter, have not been a part of my life for a very long time.” On occasion, he had allowed himself the pipe, for he carried it with him on every campaign since returning from Arabia. Tobacco had been difficult to come by at times, for it didn’t keep very long. However, the girl had offered him what was left in her father’s humidor, and while it wasn’t at its peak, he would never turn down Black Cavendish tobacco that had been drenched in a rich fruit and cream topping. Its sweet aroma was his very favorite, aside from the smell of the girl, but the intoxicating scent and taste of fruit and cream Black Cavendish is what had ruined the snuff habit he’d nurtured in his younger days.

Cloella smiled, gently brushing the scar that made one of his eyebrows into two separate brows, but she did not want to think of how much pain he’d encountered in his life. She stroked his wild black hair back against his head before laying her cheek against it. “It’s nice to have the smell of a pipe in my house again,” she sighed as the Hessian took another long drag from the stem of his Meerschaum, holding it elegantly by the ornately carved sultan’s head. “I am just so very glad that you are here now.”

“I am glad that you are here now!” The Hessian said, and pressed another kiss to her palm. If he wasn’t careful, he could get used to life by the fire, with a glass of brandy, a good pipe tobacco, and a beautiful woman by his side, who loved him.

“There is hot water in the bathing tub if you wish to bathe.” Cloella said as the Hessian’s index finger ran up and down each of hers, making her shiver with the thought of how long it had been since she’d touched or seen his body.

The Hessian puffed out another perfect smoke ring and then sighed heavily, looking up at the girl with a smirk. “I knew it would not be very much longer before you were trying to undress me!”

Cloella was at first a bit shocked by what he’d said, but quickly regained herself. Why did anything he said shock her, she wondered with a smile. The truth was she loved it when he said things like that to her. Besides, she could play his game too. “Then don’t sit there being so smug and comply, egotist!” She responded, with pretended haughtiness.

The Hessian’s eyes flashed with excitement and glee; he stood bolt upright as if he were still a cadet that had been called by one of his officers. He loved the girl’s bawdy side, even if it only blossomed because he’d planted it in her. He set his brandy down, and his pipe down, and then tore off his tunic, flinging it behind him, and reaching for the buttons at his hips.

“No!” Cloella shrieked with laughter, stopping his long fingers as they began to unfasten the buttons of his pants. “This the dining room! You cannot undress in the dining room! It’s…it’s just improper!”

“So is calling me an ‘egotist’!” He laughed as he caught her hands and brought them up to his chest, pressing them over his thundering heart. Her changeable manners amused him greatly.

“I think, very definitely, it is not!” Cloella snickered, for her Hessian was quite sure of himself, his horsemanship, his warrior abilities and particularly his prowess as a lover; but then, he had every reason to be. “I am surprised that you do not hear your dinner saying grace to you for being kind enough to devour it!” She giggled as she tried to pull her hands away from his control, only to have him interlock his fingers with hers and continue their playful struggle. She enjoyed the way his muscles flexed in the firelight.

“How then do I even get hungry if I am so full of myself?” He grinned. The girl was a complete joy, she wasn’t afraid to take him on, in any manner. He backed up against the dining room table, laying back on it and pulling her against him so hard and fast she shrieked and then laughed some more as he maneuvered her above him until she was nearly straddling him completely. “Now then, perhaps you should teach me some table manners!” He pulled her down to him and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and moaning as an ache of anticipation radiated through his groin. “It has been a long…imaginative week…shall I show you?” He leered up at her.

His kiss tasted pleasantly of brandy and tobacco; she wanted more, but Cloella fought the desire to have the proof of his statement. This was, after all the dining room, and the thought alone made her laugh. “Oh no! You are not touching me until you have had a bath! You smell of sulfury gunpowder and horse sweat, and you are smudged black in places! You are a filthy beast, Hessian!” She giggled as she slid off of him and the table and stood once again on her feet.

“Perhaps a little, but I have been far dirtier, so come here!” He exclaimed with a grin, and pulled her into his arms again, kissing her and pressing her against his bare chest, despite her struggling arms and kicking feet and attempts to not laugh as he kissed her.

Cloella pulled away, but his hands remained on her hips. “Would you just look at how grubby your hands are?” She asked smiling, as if the kiss had never happened. “There isn’t a fingernail that isn’t outlined with—“ but she suddenly realized the dirt beneath his nails was a deep brown color, not black. “Oh no…please tell me that’s not…” but she couldn’t finish her thought.

“Very well, then. It’s not.” The Hessian said casually as he sat on the table; the girl did not seem horrified, just a bit disappointed, and he didn’t want to spoil this playful mood.

Though she didn’t want to chat about what the stains were, Cloella couldn’t help feeling that he was only saying what he thought she wanted to hear. “It’s not what?” She asked.

“I don’t know, what are we talking about?” The Hessian smiled, not willing to discuss battle and killing with her, and also not willing to let it despair her.

Cloella just sighed, shook her head and let a smile creep back into her expression as she took his hand, pulling him up off the table and onto his feet, continuing to drag him towards the washtub in her bedroom. “Oh just come and wash the remnants of battle away! Then, you can have me!” She giggled.

The Hessian sighed as he followed along behind her. “Our relationship was much more enjoyable before you came up with all these silly rules!” He smirked. “And I will have you on that dining room table before the night is out if I desire to, improprieties be damned!”

“You see?” Cloella giggled again, leading him through the house. “Egotist!”

She deposited the Hessian beside the tub in her room, and then quickly left to retrieve the washcloths she’d forgotten in the dining room. She hadn’t wanted to be there when the Hessian stripped off his trousers, for if she was, he may not have gotten the chance to bathe. She had missed him so very much, and she had missed the sight of his immense brawny naked body, and the feeling of it forcing her own to unlock at his entry just as badly. She wanted the Hessian so much she was nearly dizzy with the thoughts and feelings as she re-entered her room with the washcloths, but what she saw there quickly made her burst out laughing.

“Do not laugh at me! This was not my idea!” The Hessian said to her with a smile, for he knew he must have looked a bit ridiculous with his big feet stuck out of the tub and his knees nearly touching his chest.

“I am sorry, I forgot that the tub was not made for a man of your remarkable stature,” Cloella laughed as she walked over, drew her finger quickly up the arch of his large foot, making his leg jump. She smiled, and walked behind the tub, placing a rolled wash towel beneath his thick neck as a pillow.

“I am only as tall as your average six foot ten inch tree, I fail to see your point.” The Hessian grimaced, and then as if to prove it, he crossed one foot over the other, leaned back as far as he could and sighed as if he’d never been so comfortable.

Cloella burst out laughing again, feeling so very blessed that she was the only one who knew how wonderful the Hessian beast’s sense of humor was. She stooped and picked up his clothing, shaking it out, for it was as filthy as he was. “I should toss this in there with you.” She smiled, shaking her head.

“If my dirty uniform disconcerts you, I can always ride hard into battle naked.” He said sarcastically as she dropped a washcloth and soap into the tub with him.

“Now that would be a sight!” She giggled, feeling the amused, raised eyebrow stare he cast on her. She folded his trousers over her arm, thinking of the Hessian troops she’d seen before this Hessian had entered her life. “Why is it that you do not wear the blue coat with the pink trim and the white breeches like the other Hessians?”

“I used to, when I was younger.” He answered, impressed that she knew something of a soldier’s life. “When I was in the army, my height saw me promoted to Grenadier.”

“You were a Hessian Grenadier?” Cloella smiled, for she knew something of Grenadiers. “My father said that aside from being the tallest of the other soldiers, the Grenadiers were also the most intelligent.” She smiled, and so did he for again, the Hessian was elated that this not only interested her, but that she was familiar with it. “Are Grenadiers really so intelligent?”

Her question hadn’t meant to be any kind of insult, and the Hessian knew it. Still, he chose to toy with her. “You have met me, and still you must ask that? Are you aware of the great cruelty you are capable of?” He tried to look hurt, but the bath brush that suddenly bounced into the water, splashing him in the face quickly told him that shed didn’t believe his act. He laughed as he wiped his face with his hand. The girl was nothing if not saucy.

“You have still not told me why your uniform is black, and your comrades were the blue coats,” she reminded as she knelt beside the tub.

“Because they are not my comrades.” He answered plainly, reaching out and becoming more interested in wrapping a strand of her red hair around his finger.

“But,” Cloella began, shaking her head in confusion.

“I was considered a deserter, and then dead after the ordeal in France,” he began, looking back up at her eyes, but he was not unbalanced by her curiosity. Again, no one knew this story, but he was glad to have the girl to finally share it with. “I burned the blue coat, beat the musket into splinters and cut off my rattenschwanz.” He could see the question coming in the girl’s eyes, and he smiled. “A rattenschwanz, it means ‘rat tail’, the long hair wrapped up in black cloth that you’ve probably seen hanging between the shoulder blades of those Hessian troops.”

“Oh,” Cloella smiled, but she was still baffled. “But why do you say ‘those Hessian troops’? You are a Hessian, are you not?”

He smiled broadly, looking as conceited and smug as he ever could. “I am not a mere soldier any longer, I am a free lance! I decide where I go and what the price will be for going!” He purred, taking her hand in his and squeezing it, looking directly into her eyes. “You see, I am not ‘a Hessian’, I am the Hessian!”

Cloella rolled her eyes, and he laughed, for they both knew she loved this air of arrogance about him. “Whether you are an adjective or a noun, you’re still dirty!” She smiled, dunking another washcloth into the water and rubbing soap against it. “Shall I assist you, sir?” She asked, knowing he couldn’t move very much.

He leered at her again, the warm water did feel good, but there was something that could heighten his pleasure still. He reached out with his big hand and traced the low cut neckline of her gown, his fingertips lightly touching the swells of her breasts. “Only if you remove this lovely dress.”

Cloella smiled, she wanted nothing more than to be naked with him, and when he requested it, it made a chill of delight go up her spine. Still, he didn’t have to know how much of an effect he had on her, not yet, anyway. “You are nothing if not demanding!” She sighed as she stood up to unlace and unbutton her dress, and push it down her shoulders, but leaving her shift on.

“This as well!” He smiled, fingering the gauzy cloth of her underpinnings.

“Look here, Hessian!” Cloella snapped as if highly insulted. “I do not know what you have become accustomed to from your other women, but I am not one of your tawdry tavern wenches!” She smiled as she knelt down beside him and began soaping the washcloth once more.

The Hessian laughed, putting his big hand into the tub, cupping a massive handful of water and splashing it out onto her chest. The girl gasped in surprise as the warm wetness hit her, sticking the thin material of her shift to her skin, the garment then becoming transparent, revealing her breasts to him through the fabric. “Now you are!” He chuckled.

Cloella couldn’t help but smile, even with water dripping from her hair and the tip of her nose. “You are an intensely mean thing!” She said flatly, as though she was not amused, but she was. “But then, that is what I have always heard of you!”

The Hessian studied her breasts, wanting to reach out and cup each one in his giant hands and knead them until her pink nipples were hard points for him to suck upon. His lengthy penis spasmed, begged for more room between his strong thighs, but there wasn’t any. The girl began to rub the washcloth and soap in a circular motion over his huge deltoid, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to have coax down a raging and eager erection so soon. “And what have you heard of me?” He asked, for he was interested to know, they’d never discussed what she knew of his legend.

Cloella smiled, thinking back to Baltus Van Tassel’s horrific tale of the Hessian. “I have heard that you are a black devil, who rides a fire breathing steed, and that your eyes glow green in the darkness…and that you can transform yourself into a wolf who can rip the head from a man’s shoulders and then carry it off to your dark hellish lair!” Her voice was full of mock foreboding that made even her laugh.

The Hessian’s eyes flew open and he smiled, impressed with her story and also flattered, for not even he had heard that tale of himself. “You have heard all that?” He asked enthusiastically.

Cloella laughed as she rinsed the soap from his chest and shoulders. “I indeed have, so don’t try anything!” She smiled as she reached for the pitcher, filled it with warm bath water and tilted his head back to pour the soothing water over his wild black hair.

“I would never dream of it, for you are the only opponent to successfully parry to my…thrust!” He leered again as the girl began to wash his hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“That is hardly true!” Cloella laughed, feeling her body adjust as if he were pushing into her now. She poured another pitcher full of water over his head, rinsing the soap from his hair, and leaving it slicked down against his head. Drips of water ran down his angular face and thick neck, dropping to his broad chest and hugging his big pectoral muscles as the drips traveled ever downwards. “To have escaped your lechery would have me not wish so much now that I was a droplet of bath water slowly rolling down your glorious chest!”

Passionate energy burst forth within the Hessian at her words, his erection sprang upwards, full and firm, and he quickly got to his feet outside of the washing tub, shaking himself off like a large dog, then grabbing the girl against him and kissed her. He groped and grabbed at her shift, raising it up her leg and shoving his hand beneath it, parting her thighs, and stroking her soft wet pink labia with two long fingers. He moaned as her soft heat enveloped his digits; his erection throbbed, begging for her body.

Cloella pushed herself against his fingers, rubbing her vulva against them and covering them with her warm juices. Her hard nipples grated against his broad chest, and she clung to his body, raising her leg up to his hip. His tongue left her mouth, and his lips slowly pulled away from hers, but she wanted his touch between her legs so much more than she had before. “Hessian,” she moaned. “Kiss me.” But, her voice suddenly grew a bit sheepish.

He leaned in towards her to again capture her lips, but he soon felt her hands on his chest, stopping him. He looked down at her, studying her, what did she want? But he then smiled, happy that she’d become comfortable enough with him as her lover to request certain actions from him, even if she could not bring herself to say the words. Still, he didn’t want her to have any inhibitions with him. “Show me.” He whispered.

Cloella smiled nervously, not knowing what to say, because she’d never known the activity existed until he’d performed it on her. She sighed a little, pressing on the tops of his strong shoulders. “Down,” she squeaked, as his knees obligingly bent and he sank down her body, kissing her chest and stomach through the shift. She lifted the garment above her waist, her body tingled; she’d missed the feeling of his tongue in her pink folds incredibly. She wanted him to pleasure her like that, needed him to pleasure her like that. “Lick me there!” She cried out as the Hessian rested on his knees, taking her leg that she’d raised to his hip and draping it over his big shoulder, the back of her thigh resting on his deltoid, and her heel against his back.

Ahh, she’d said it! He would not disappoint her! Her body was already trembling as he breathed in her aroused scent and parted her outer lips with two fingers, stroking the ridge of her vulva and inner labia before extending his tongue. The girl wavered and gasped, and he supported her by grasping her buttocks in his big hands, and pulled her pelvis closer to his mouth. He would never tire of giving her this, for she was beautifully made and he could make her moan and groan and scream in pleasure as if he were plucking sweet notes from a mandolin with his lips and tongue. He met her sweet but salty taste at the opening of her vagina, pressing his tongue flat against it, then flexing his tongue to lightly trace the edge of her entrance. The girl bucked her hips and would have lost her balance if he had not been holding her to him, for she stood only on one foot. He swung the flexed tip of his tongue upwards, tickling her inner folds with a furious wiggling action that made the girl cry out and begin to dig her heel into his back. He felt her erect knob of sensitive flesh above his upper lip, and he changed the angle of his head to press both his lips against it in a firm, closed mouth kiss, gently, slowly, letting her little organ grow more erect and poke itself in between his lips. He laid his tongue flat against it, slowly licking upwards, then back down again.

Cloella drew in a quick frantic deep breath, saying the word “Hessian” over and over again as she ground her hips against his mouth. She could just barely feel his sharp teeth in her tenderness, not biting or even pressing, but the thought of the danger they were capable of made her more euphoric. He was sucking her clitoris out of its hood with gentle pressure, battering it with his tongue, and Cloella couldn’t fathom how she’d lasted a week without him doing this to her, or how she’d lived at all before he devoured her in the wing back chair a few nights ago. He twisted and turned his head, she felt his wet hair against her belly as he positioned himself until he was as deep into her as he could get. Her body bent backwards, her spine curving away from him, but he held her firmly in place against his roving mouth. Her vagina had lengthened, widened, deepened, she felt hollow inside, too hollow. “I must have your long finger!” She moaned, a slave to the feelings and tensions that made her body sway and shiver.

The Hessian had already been slowly dropping his hand lower on her buttocks, gradually moving his index finger between her thighs from behind. But now that she had pleased him by asserting her needs, he did not hesitate to work his finger within her supple body. The pad of his finger pressed directly on the spongy mass of flesh within her vagina, and she’d jumped, screamed and twisted when he applied only light pressure to it. The spot swelled, he pressed harder, then stopped, then pressed again; alternating the pressing of his finger with the rhythm he sucked her clitoris with. From the way the girl panted and ground herself against him, he knew it wouldn’t be long before her convulsions began, and a rich flood of her ardent honey bathed his lips and tongue. He pressed his finger with more force, rubbing the swelling tissue of her upper walls, curling his tongue around her engorged clitoris and moving the sheath it made onto and off of her hot little organ rapidly. The girl moaned again, nearly collapsing; he wanted to drive her to that edge, to make her pay him homage with her strong involuntary contractions.

Cloella surrendered her suffering body to climax, groaning a deep groan of the kind of satisfaction that only he could give her. Her hips undulated with her convulsions, and the Hessian followed her movements, not letting her clitoris slip from between his lips until her body was still and limp in his embrace. He gently removed her leg from over his shoulder and set her foot on the floor, rising to his full height just in time to catch her as she fell against him; still swooning from the attention he’d given her.

“And was that what you required?” He smiled, but the girl said nothing, just reached up and kissed him. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying on top of her and letting his heavy erection rest in the bend of her thigh, so near the destination it ached to achieve.

Cloella reached up and dragged her fingertips around his nipple, running her other hand through his black chest hair. “Do I please you as well as you please me, Hessian?” She asked, for he’d obviously had more experience with sex than she did, his body even seemed to be better built for the act than hers. His chest was so broad, his back so strong, waist so narrow and his penis so long and substantial, curving upwards at an angle that created such pleasure within her. She smiled, “for if you had not become a soldier, or a swordsman, or a mercenary, you could have been put out to stud!”

“Put out to stud?” The Hessian laughed. “Hmm…I have never been told that before, but as I will not be able to chop heads forever, you have given me inspiration for my retirement!” He leaned closer to her again and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and rolling to his back with her. “And as far as pleasing me goes,” he took her hand and wrapped it around his bulky erection that poked into her ribs. His eyes sparkled with a wicked sexual glint. “Show me how well your mouth can manage stud cock!”

Cloella sat up excited both by the words he’d said and the idea of giving him pleasure with her mouth again. She liked how it made him moan and groan and mumble in unintelligible German. She slowly drew her right hand up his hardness from its base to his reddening glans with a tug like motion, grasping him with her left hand a second before her right hand slipped off the tip of his pounding glans. She repeated the milking motion and pressure with her left hand, replacing it once more with her right hand, and repeating the pumping, milking, pulling motion over and over, alternating her hands, until his eyes drifted shut and he began to breathe heavily. “Do you wish to spill your seed in this way?” She asked, for he often stopped her efforts just when she was sure he was about to erupt.

“Nein,” he moaned to her, moving his hips into the caress of her hands. The pressure of her hands was just right, firm, gentle, and even. She moved his foreskin up over his swollen glans with the upstroke of her hand, letting it be pushed back again by the size of the mushroom like head, only to have the next stroke of her opposite hand again move it up and over his sensitive pommel; and she didn’t stop the repetitive motion. God, her mouth was not even on his organ yet and already he felt crazed. He looked forward to her hot, slippery, silky body, and let her prime him further for it, driving his desire ever greater. His mind was a tempest of wanton thoughts. “Not so soon, I want to claim your cunt as mine with it!”

“Your sheer size claims me as yours,” she smiled, happy with the torment she caused him, but leaned forward, readying herself to take him into her mouth.

The Hessian felt her long red hair against his lower abdomen, tickling him, and then her tongue flicked and traced all six lines of his abdominal muscles. He growled, feeling her tongue drag slowly down through his coily black hairs to the base of his penis, then up his shaft, over his glans, and down the seam on the underside of his deprived organ; but still she didn’t stop, and traced the line all the way down his scrotum. His big chest heaved and he exhaled with a discernable hiss like a big billowing snake. His muscular body shivered.

Cloella was very pleased, for who else possessed the power to make The Hessian, the Black Devil with the glowing green eyes, surrender this way? She leaned forward again to kiss his abdomen, curious to see just how much torture he could take, and also curious to know what would happen when he could take no more. Lightly she began to kiss and lick and suck around his navel when she felt his hard hot penis slip between her full breasts. She smiled again, a new idea coming to her. She sat back a bit, leaving a final kiss and flick of her tongue at his groin, then shifting herself until his long shaft was all but enveloped between her ample breasts. He throbbed against her pounding heart as she squeezed her breasts around his heavy thick erection, making him arch his back and utter a guttural cry of pleasure as he immediately began to thrust himself up and down between her soft spheres. His expression contorted, looking almost like he was in immense pain and his big hands tangled in the sheets.

She couldn’t tease him any longer, she knew. For she sensed he was close to his climax, and he’d told her he didn’t want to unleash it this way. She sat up, releasing his erection and stroking his strong thighs gently to calm and settle him. Gradually, he became still and caught his breath, looking down at her with both warning and gratitude in his ice blue eyes.

“I do not advise that you toy with me for very much longer,” he said, but then cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. “Unless you want to be drowned by the coming flood!”

“Lay back,” Cloella smiled. “I intend to honor your request. I wished only to make you desire it more.”

“And now there is a scarcity of blood to my brain!” He grimaced, feeling her index finger and thumb pinch into a ring around his inflamed glans. She bent forward over him, keeping the ring of her fingers on his glans as she pushed her tight lips down over his sticky head, her fingers sliding down his shaft as she did, gripping him securely. “Großer Gott!” He exclaimed at this new intense feeling as he collapsed back into the mattress. “You are a witch!”

Cloella would have laughed if there were not so much of him in her mouth. She pumped her head up and down, having to really squeeze her fingers to get them to meet around his thick shaft. Each time she brought her head up, her fingers followed, until she began to release him from her mouth and let the ring her fingers formed slide up his glans, and then back down again as she once more engulfed his mass down her supple and learned throat. He thrust and thrashed beneath her dealings, and she enjoyed it, trying to make out what words he was mumbling, though she didn’t speak German at all. She sucked his organ hard as she moved her head upwards, forcing her tongue against the underside of his shaft, pushing against his frenulum as she moved back down again. Her other hand tickled the skin between his scrotum and thighs, and behind his testicles.

She loved pleasuring him like this, but not only due to how powerful it made her feel to bring such a strong and intense man as the Hessian such crippling pleasure, but also because of the closeness and trust the act brought both of them. She felt able to give her attention to him in this way more closely than she could any other way, and the idea warmed her loving heart. She’d come to find more intimacy in performing this act upon him than she would have given consideration; her mouth, gently expressing her feeling for him with strong wet warmth, as the place where she drew breath in passion mingled with the most sensitive of his physical centers. His strong inner thighs, his lower abdomen, his testicles and his long, stiff, bulky, beautiful penis were a delight to be shared and savored in her mouth, promoting so much trust and so much security between them as lovers. She could have continued for hours.

The Hessian was too near his breaking point to let her though, and his big hand lifted her from his crotch, his breathlessness not allowing him to ask her to stop. Cloella smiled, snaking up his long body and kissing his neck and jaw line and eventually his mouth, passing her tongue between his sharp teeth to stroke his tongue with hers. The Hessian rolled her to her back, and she felt his severely pulsating erection on her belly before she noticed its soft skin and the moist glans that oozed tiny beads of his semen.

He kissed her throat as his big hands savagely grabbed and squeezed her breasts, moving his head down to lick and suck her nipples, holding them gently between his pointed teeth as his tongue swept over their peaks. The girl moaned, spreading her legs wider around him; she was very slippery, her juices clinging to the coarse hair at his groin. He couldn’t wait any longer, and her wetness told him he didn’t have to. He began to shift his weight into position, planting his big hands above each of her shoulders and arching his back. He reminded himself that an entire week had passed since he’d been with her, and that her body may need to be reinitiated to his tremendous size.

“I must warn you,” he began to say with very little breath.

“Warn me of what?” Cloella smiled, wishing he would just drive himself home. She’d waited so long, dreamed so many times, of having him inside her, using her, taking her, having her. “Has that cock you’ve been blessed with grown even larger in a week’s time?” She lifted her pelvis up against his, her spread open labia caressing his big heavy testicles against her vulva and clitoris and she rubbed herself against him heatedly.

Her wanton words and body made a line of fire erupt along his spine; she wasn’t helping him to contain the beast. “It may feel as though it has to you.” He answered, baring his clenched sharpened teeth as he shivered with lust.

Cloella raised her legs around him, her hamstrings on his quadriceps. She reached up, grabbing him around his huge biceps. “Show me!” She smiled, her body already rocking with a motion as if he were now moving into and out of her.

The Hessian took that challenge. He gripped his awaiting erection and guided it into her smooth, slick sheath, her body immediately tightening at the infiltration, but he pushed onwards as the girl bucked her hips, forcing her body to relax and let him gain all the entrance he needed. They both moaned together; he from the tight embrace of her silky heaving heat, and she from the feeling of again being forced to fit around his ravenous, large and thumping penis.

He did not wait for her to adjust, for the girl was already squeezing him with her strong canal, urging him onwards, and so he began to thrust into her, rapidly, groaning and growling as her cottony soft body tried again and again to grasp him and hold him still within her. She twisted and squirmed, and rotated her hips against his, trying to pull him deeper into her, wrapped her legs around him, dug her nails into his back and shoulders, all the while begging him for more and more. No other woman had ever been so communicative or as active as this girl was, she was not content to lay back and have all the moves be his, instead, she actually seemed to be fighting him for control, trying to bring him to his point more quickly than he had intended to reach it. Her strength and alteration to his size and shape had only seemed to become better in the week they were apart, and she was nearly milking his seed from him with her actions. But was it truly his climax she sought? Her gyrations were frantic, needful, intense, begging. No, it was not his breaking point that she wished to be reached. The Hessian leered, happy with the hunger she displayed for her own climax.

“Do you want to fuck me, girl?” He asked in a raspy passionate tone, looking down into her lasciviously lit eyes. “Do you want to use me?”

Cloella pulled her lips back into a smile, panting and more aroused by his question. “Yes!” She breathed, hardly able to get air into her lungs before he swiftly and powerfully rolled to his back, his hard member sliding deeper into her as her weight came down upon it. She winced and squealed at the new invasion, for finally she was filled to her capacity with his flesh, and she didn’t waste time in beginning to wiggle and move her hips above his, trying to find that mysterious spot within her vagina and trap his huge penis against it. She couldn’t be still with so much of him inside her, her meager movements did not seem enough, and she began to rotate her hips back and forth, as if she could screw herself onto him. Finally, a deep and severe pleasure was released inside her as his bulky cock nudged the exquisite spongy spot on her upper wall.

The Hessian however was not still, he grabbed her by her hips, pressing his broad shoulders into the mattress and driving his thrusts wickedly upwards into her. The girl let out a cry of desperation, letting her body fall almost completely backwards, bracing herself with her hands on his strong quadriceps and leaning back upon them. The Hessian groaned as his penis was shifted into this new fit of her, his glans almost able to pivot inside her as her body twisted, making him put more force in his motion, admiring his own strength as he looked up at her magnificent plump breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.

Cloella’s entire body shook and shivered beyond her control, the tremors radiating out from between her legs. She felt her climax arriving from somewhere deep within her body, quaking and opening her every resource of sensation. Colors like she’d never dreamed could exist flashed before her closed eyes, and the scent of his male body consumed her. Her entire being burned, seemed to blister, but her nipples were like ice as the great mass of hard long thick cock pumped ever mightily into her. She felt as though she were caught at the crest of a great wave that was dropping her ever closer downwards to the bottom, about to crash over her, and she braced for the impact, casting off every rationality of human logic, thought and conduct, letting go of everything she’d ever known of herself and becoming the feeling that gulped her down now, not afraid to sink into this infinite pit, for the Hessian awaited her.

The Hessian gritted and ground his teeth, for as the girl’s body tightened up around him in preparation of her climax he felt his own maddening rush of vibrations. The girl screamed above him, her body beginning to convulse fiercely, pumping his already hypersensitive organ. He was no longer fulfilled to be beneath her, and he rolled her to her back, driving his cock into her with one great, hard and deep thrust that broke the seal of tightness her contractions had formed.

The girl’s eyes flew open in surprise and she breathed in sharply, suddenly very still beneath him. “Have I hurt you?” He asked breathlessly with concern in his ice blue eyes, for he’d broken his hard and fast rule of never letting his desire over take him completely. He was too large, too strong; he couldn’t allow himself to absolutely give in to lust.

But Cloella smiled a reassuring smile, again raising her legs around him. It was the surprise of finding herself suddenly on her back with his weight above her so soon after the potent climax that astounded her body, along with the swiftness and power that had put her there that had caused her shock, not his sudden and deep jolting thrust, she’d enjoyed that. She was too relaxed inside and too lubricated for him to have hurt her. She looked up at him, rubbing her hands over his broad chest. “Hurt me again!” She whispered.

The Hessian smiled in relief, drawing back again, a bit more gently than before and driving into her again, still managing to shake her body beneath him. He would be more careful, more considerate from now on. He didn’t doubt that he could really damage her if he let the beast that lurked within him go unrestrained.

“I can feel you holding back, Hessian,” Cloella surprised him by saying. “You held back on our first night together, and ever since then as well.” She stopped him from moving so she could look in his eyes, for she wanted so dreadfully to satisfy his every hunger and desire. “You do not have to govern yourself so strictly. Please do not hide your strength from me! I love your strength, your body,” her eyes drifted down between them where their bodies were joined. “And your resplendently huge cock! Why do you not let me feel the entirety of all of them?”

The Hessian kissed her, her words making him want to thrust again, but she must understand why he held back. “There exist some disadvantages in being so ‘resplendently huge’.” He smiled. “I could hurt you. This body is very strong, and my yearning very fierce. You would not survive me, unscathed.”

“I can bear you!” She insisted, beginning to slowly buck her hips against his, hoping to win his full strength with sensual movements. She again tightened herself around him, imagining it was her hand she squeezed him with.

The Hessian exhaled sharply, following her movements with his own, unable to speak anymore as another set of tingling sensations tickled up his organ from his glans as it bumped and prodded the girl’s cervix. He was as deep into her as he could be, and she was enjoying it as much as he did, needed it as much as he did. He would love to lose himself in her, and while he knew he could not, the thought made him increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. The girl’s body shook, the bed shook, the headboard slammed the wall with a dull thud that matched his tempo and echoed the girl’s short cries. Her body felt incredibly good; he liked the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall, and her cries, and while he was capable of more intensity, he knew this was the level he must remain at. For a brief moment he wished the girl had been with another lover at least once, and perhaps then she would know that The Hessian was presently being quite a bit rougher with her than an ordinary man could even dream of being. Any other woman would have been crying out in pain and panic by now, for only a few were able to accept his dealings when a headboard thumped the wall. The girl did not know how lucky she was, nor did she realize how exceptional his strength could be, or was now. Perhaps it had been he who had spoiled her, but she was still spoiled, for she knew not what she had asked of him.

Cloella could feel her body gearing up for another release again, but it was a long way off and buried deep within her. Still, she could reach it, if he would only let her, by letting her feel just how strong he was. Before she’d asked him to do so in order that the pleasure could be his, but now, she wished it so that the pleasure may be hers. “Harder!” She screamed, grasping him by the biceps and shoving her hips against his.

The Hessian stopped, gasping for breath, but not believing what he had heard. He expected to see her eyes closed and her face twisted in passionate agony, figuring the word slipped from her lips in a heated moment, but her wide-open and alert blue eyes stared back into his. “Harder?” He repeated, almost contemptuously. “After what I have just explained to you, you dare to ask me for ‘harder’?” God, she was incorrigible! But also very tempting, if for no other reason than to just let her see what he tried to protect her from. He was a beast! How could she want more?

“I want all of you, Hessian!” Cloella persisted, again moving beneath him, trying to spur on his desire to the point of no return. “I want you to have all of me,” she continued, once more able to locate the sentient mass on her upper wall and press it down against the big cock inside her. “Please!” She whispered and raised her legs higher and higher around him, her hands skimming up from between their groins to his nipples and pinching them until he tossed his head in passionate rage, beginning to move again in and out of her, slowly at first, but gaining speed and power. Cloella closed her eyes and smiled as the headboard again slapped the wall.

The stop and start of movement had caused a variety of sensations to travel up and down the Hessian’s body, each one bringing a new feeling of pleasure each more intense than the one previous. He thought about what she had said, she wanted all of him, wanted him to take all of her. Her body still tightened around him, she moved against him, forcing him deeper, her body welcoming him with each thrust, and she gave no sign of pain. He jabbed into her with more force than he had ever used before, but still not with his full capacity of strength. The girl moaned, panted, wrapped her legs around his waist, but did not flinch. He thought back to the first words she’d phrased her request with: ‘please do not hide your strength from me’. That is what she really wished for, that he did not hide from her; she wanted to be wholly one with him and him with her; one giving everything of themselves to the other. Yes, she should have all of him, and he wanted all of her. God, did he want all of her!

“Harder indeed!” He growled, and withdrew himself almost completely from her body, slamming himself back in with all the strength in his lower back. It was exhilarating to feel her body bend and break to welcome his menacing cock, and now he could not stop himself. The beast he’d contained for so long slipped its leash, and be began to hammer, batter, trounce her with all that he had. The headboard now threatened to be rattled off the bed frame, and the ropes that supported the quivering mattress sang and groaned beneath the Hessian’s astonishing assault. The girl’s body met him, matched him, trusted him, loved him. He knew now that her love for him went beyond words, he knew it in the way she gave of herself now, and he ached with the need to climax; he’d never needed release into her so badly in his life.

Cloella screamed, it felt incredible, and just a little scary, to have him crash upon her this way. He was furiously strong, he hadn’t lied about that, but finally she could feel all of him, all of his power, all of his desire, all of his passion, all of his love for her. Tears streamed down from her eyes, as her body exploded with another climax; she’d never been more fulfilled physically or emotionally.

The Hessian climaxed with a growl normally reserved for battle, the force at which his semen shot from his anchored penis almost painful. He had no strength left, for he’d spent every part of himself on the girl, and he collapsed on top of her as he tried to at least regain his breath. Her body felt as limp as his was, neither could move. Yet within seconds, the thought of how heavy he was gave the Hessian inspiration to flop over onto his back beside the girl. She didn’t move yet herself, or even speak; he wondered if she was still in one piece. It took great effort to raise his hand and extend it out to her body, but he managed, almost shocked when her hand took his and caressed it between her breasts, her heart still racing beneath his knuckles. “How do you feel?” He gasped.

Cloella smiled, there were not words for how she felt. Her body felt worn, a little sore even, but she hardly noticed. “I love you.”

The Hessian smiled, absorbing her words, letting them give him the strength to prop himself on one elbow and lean over and kiss her. “And I you, to exceptional depths!” He kissed her again, longer and slower this time.

Cloella smiled, giggled a bit. “So I have recently noticed.”

The Hessian chuckled, gathering her into his arms and pressing her head to his chest. The sun was rising, but they would sleep. “Thank you, for your persistence,” he whispered as he closed his eyes. “And what it lead to.”

Cloella smiled again as she snuggled closer to his big body. “You are a glorious beast, Hessian!” She sighed, closing her arms around him. “But, I notice you could not manage to have me on the dining room table after all!” She laughed, as though she’d won some sort of bet.

He opened his eyes again and looked down at her with a wry smile. “Now who is the egotist?”