"How’s that, my lord?" she asked into Fallon’s mouth. In response, the warrior reached down until she felt the warm skin of Sarah’s lower thigh.

"Wonderful," she whispered, liking the smile she felt at her answer.

Sarah could feel the hardness of her husband’s excitement, and it flooded her with warmth and fluids. She felt the hardness pressing urgently against her swollen sex, only separated by the leather of Fallon’s breeches. Her hips began to move of their own accord as the kisses deepened. She gasped when she felt the warm wetness of Fallon’s tongue brush against her own. She responded by caressing it, causing the fire to rage near out of control.

Fallon could feel Sarah rubbing herself against the phallus, and this was almost her undoing. She quickly reached down and unlaced her breeches, feeling for the ‘manhood.’ Once it was in hand, she brought it out, guiding it until she found Sarah’s entrance. Using her hips, she thrust up, filling her in one swift motion.

Sarah threw her head back, eyes closed as she moaned, her hips instantly moving against the invasion. She found her head forced down and a hot mouth taking control of hers. She moaned into the kiss, moving her body so the phallus moved quickly in and out of her. She was so close, the kisses driving her wild.

Fallon for her part was panting like crazy. With every move of Sarah’s body down, the phallus was pushed into her own sex and driving her closer to climax.

Their breath mingled together as they were loath to break the kiss though it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Finally the waves of pleasure made their decision for them. Sarah’s head fell back as her release took her by surprise, her throat arched gracefully back as she called out. Fallon wasn’t far behind. She thrust up twice more and was taken over.

They held onto each other, breathing heavily, Fallon’s head being pulled against Sarah’s chest, the blonde’s fingers dug into her hair. The brunette could hear Sarah’s heart beating rapidly, and she nuzzled into her neck.

Sarah kissed the top of Fallon’s head, feeling thoroughly sated.

"My wife," Fallon whispered against the skin that was so close to her lips.

"Yes, my husband." Sarah said, beginning to gently run her fingers through the dark locks underneath her hands.

Fallon sighed, inhaling her scent, closing her eyes at the smoothness. Like silk. She recalled the velvety feel of Sarah’s sex.

"How is it that every part of you feels like the finest of materials?" She trailed a line of kisses from Sarah’s chin to the hollow of her throat, dipping her tongue in the small valley. Sarah’s head instinctively arched back, allowing Fallon all the access he desired.

"I know not, my lord," she breathed, her fingers gently pushing the black hair back from her husband’s face, giving him more room to maneuver. She gasped at the feel of a hot tongue dipping lower, dangerously close to the top of Sarah’s dress. She started when she felt the small buttons being released. Looking down, she saw that Fallon’s mouth followed along the line of newly exposed skin.

Blue eyes lifted to meet hers. "May I?" the brunette asked. With the nod she received, she continued. The skin was marvelous. Smooth and warm, growing hotter by the moment. Fallon sighed when she saw the rise of Sarah’s breasts, pushed up slightly from the corset banded with whale bone. She brought her face down, inhaling the creamy skin.

Sarah was stunned as she felt more skin being revealed, then a tongue dip in her cleavage. She yelped, startled. Fallon looked up at her with concerned eyes.

"Did I hurt you, Sarah?" he asked quietly. She shook her head vigorously, not wanting him to stop.

She sighed, wrapping her arms around the brunette’s head when she felt his mouth on her again. More buttons were released and the fabric parted to reveal the soft pink corset. Not sure what to do, she lowered her head and rubbed her face against the course material. She saw the way Sarah’s cleavage spilled over the top of the garment and felt her mouth water.

Bringing her hands up, she ran them up the sides of Sarah’s body, ending when they reached those swells. Sarah moaned softly, waiting to see what Fallon would do. The brunette brushed the material of the dress off the blonde’s shoulders, allowing it to fall to the smaller woman’s waist. Suddenly she felt the desire to see those swells of flesh unclad.

Reaching around the small body sitting atop hers, she took the laces that held the corset together and began to pull.

Sarah’s heart began to race again, her breathing jagged. She could feel Fallon’s hips beginning to move again, and she began to move with it, feeling his manhood inside her begin to gently slide.

Peeling the corset down, then tossing it aside, Fallon took in the incredible sight of Sarah’s full breasts before her. She sighed, bringing her hands up. Never had she seen anything so beautiful.

Sarah cried out softly when she felt those large hands cup her, her nipples hard against the palms. Fallon kneaded the soft flesh, never before experiencing such an amazing feeling.

The blonde’s hips began to move even faster as intense sensations coursed through her body. Hands resting on Fallon’s shoulders, she lifted herself slightly, only to lower herself again, needing to feel Fallon moving inside and out of her heated core.

Fallon brought her mouth to Sarah’s neck, licking and tasting the skin as her hands continued to play with the blonde’s breasts, fingers taking the nipples and gently pulling and twisting. She was shocked at Sarah’s reaction, but immensely pleased. She began to move with the girl, meanwhile continuing to nibble and suckle Sarah’s neck, moving up to her mouth.

Sarah’s breathing was coming faster and faster, and she began to pant into Fallon’s mouth as their pace increased. Finally the blonde broke the kiss, her head falling back as she felt wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body once again, her body pounding into her husband’s.

Fallon moaned against Sarah’s skin, clutching the blonde to her as she was thrown into an abyss of pleasure.

Trembling slightly, Sarah held Fallon close, feeling the naked skin of her breasts pressed against the soft material of his shirt.

"I should go, my lord," she said softly, her breath finally returning.

"Okay," Fallon breathed, laying a final kiss between Sarah’s breasts and pulling back. She helped the smaller woman back into her corset and dress, then they parted with a soft. kiss. "Good night, Sarah."

"Good night, Fallon." Sarah gave her a small smile, and was gone.

Fallon sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she headed toward her sleeping chamber. Her pants were still unlaced, and she could feel the immense amount of wetness chilling her skin. She looked down at the phallus that stood at attention, remembering the feel of Sarah’s body sliding against it. She shivered.

She could still see Sarah’s breasts and feel them in her hands. As she pulled her shirt over her head and unbound her own breasts, she cupped them, feeling the weight and comparing. So badly she wanted the blonde to see her for what she was – a woman. It was not to be.

Fallon pulled her clothing off, hid the phallus and slipped into bed. She was grateful for the warming stone Charles had placed in it earlier. The coolness of the sheets against her overheated skin brought Sarah to her again. She had wanted to ask her wife to stay with her that night, but knew there was no way. There was so much she had to keep from the beautiful blonde, and she was beginning to feel guilty, hating the ruse.

Sarah could not spend enough time with her new husband. He was kind and courteous and handsome as ever. She no longer feared or dreaded their coupling. She rather enjoyed and anticipated it. He came to her nearly every night, and those he didn’t, she went to him.

As she walked through the halls of Camden Castle, she smiled, closing her eyes at the memory of his hands and mouth on her breasts the night before. Just the thought sent shivers up and down her spine, and a tingle to her erect nipples.

Her thoughts then turned to all the time Fallon spent with her. He took her for walks and rides around the manor, and even through the nearby villages. He’d send for beautiful dresses for her, and buy her pendants and broaches. She wore one such pinned to her dress now as she walked.

Sighing happily, and pressed her hands to her breast, marveling at how fortunate she had been. She knew that many of her friends had been married off to tyrants and cruel men. Men only interested in a baby machine and nothing more. Fallon seemed to genuinely care about his young bride, and was so gentle with her.

Sarah sighed again. She was the luckiest woman in the world. However, there had been something plaguing her. She and Fallon had been married for nearly four moons, and still there was no pregnancy. Her husband had said nothing, but she knew that he would want an heir. What man didn’t? And it was her job, after all. She smiled at the thought of how handsome Fallon’s child would be. Sarah wanted to bear it for him. Yet, nothing. Certainly not for lack of trying.

A girlish giggle escaped as these thought returned to her.

"Milady blushes."

Sarah jumped at the soft voice in her ear. Turning she saw Fallon grinning down at her. He was in his practice armor, and smelly.

"You need a bath, my lord," she teased, receiving a raised brow in response. "Might I bathe you?"

Fallon panicked for just a moment before she realized she didn’t have to take Sarah up on her offer, no matter how much she may want to. She smiled.

"Milady, you are bold."

Sarah saw the twinkle in those blue eyes, and know well enough now that she could be as such with him.

"I just wish to help my husband as is my duty, my lord," she retorted, a twinkle of her own accompanying her words.

"You do help me." Fallon leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Sarah’s lips. "Meet me in the rose garden in a candle mark."

"Yes, my lord."

Fallon entered the bathing chamber, leaving a trail of clothing and armor as she neared the natural hot spring that bubbled and churned. Steam filled the room, the spaced ventilating holes in the ceiling helping to make it not only bearable, but extremely pleasant. The spring floor had been lined with marble, as well as around it. Benches had been placed inside to allow the bather to relax. The circulating water was rushed out to drain the old, the tub filled with the new constantly.

The brunette let out a long, contented sigh as she closed her eyes and laid her head back against a folded cloth behind her head. Pure bliss.

As she felt her aching muscles relax under the heat, her thoughts turned to Sarah. The night before had been their most passionate yet. Kissing was now normal for them, and indeed a must. She loved the taste and feel of the blonde’s lips against hers. She also loved the taste and feel of Sarah’s breasts and nipples in her mouth. Her wife went crazy with that sort of stimulation, and who was she to deny her?

She grinned at that last thought. Hell, the brunette craved the taste of Sarah’s skin. She loved being inside the smaller woman, but wanted something more, though wasn’t sure what. She had seen Sarah naked from the waist up, but the young blonde still insisted she keep her night shift or dresses to cover her lower regions. Fallon didn’t argue. She relished and enjoyed what was offered.

Sarah walked the halls of the castle, a near permanent smile affixed to her beautiful face as thoughts of Fallon paraded through her mind. She saw how beautifully handsome he was, and felt the chill rush through her body that usually accompanied such thoughts.

He was out with his men today, leaving her to find something to keep her busy. She had worked on quilting earlier in the day, but had grown tired of it, her neck aching from sitting in one position for so long. The little blonde missed her husband. He spent at least a little time with her daily, whether it was a ride through the lands or reading poetry to his young wife.

Deciding to do some reading, Sarah headed to the immense library. She loved to read, and had found out that Fallon had it filled with endless titles just for her perusal.

Pushing the large, double doors open, Sarah entered the chilly room, calling for a servant to get a fire going. She read through the titles, searching out a good story to keep her busy until Fallon joined her for dinner.

As her fingertips grazed over the leather spines, she heard the doors softly open and the hair at the nape of her neck stood on end. She closed her eyes, a soft smile brushing her lips as she knew in her heart who it was.