Chapter 1 - The Landing

 

Katarina felt her resolve melt away as Mijo's strong arms pulled her into the loft. Her father would run the boy through with a pitchfork and whip her if he caught them together in the stable. It was forbidden for anyone to touch her until she was married. But that was just a few weeks away, she thought. What's the harm in us cuddling?

Mijo's father and hers had been discussing marriage arrangements for months, bickering over her dowry. His father was holding out for a boar but hers was adamant that a sow and some piglets were adequate. Their bickering was maddening; they just didn't understand the fire of sexual need that burned in them. Every day it was harder and harder to obey.

It was nearly impossible for her to be near him anymore; whenever they were close his pants would bulge like an overripe melon and her nipples would itch with a ferocious intensity. Everyone noticed. She would glance down at his groin and imagine she could see his penis throbbing. He would stare at her tits and salivate. Luckily, no one could see inside their minds; their private thoughts were secret although their blushing gave people a solid clue.

In fact, everyone knew what they were thinking but no one could say it out loud. She wanted him inside her; she wanted to feel his cock moving inside her vagina; she wanted to suck him in with her lips, to wrap her legs around his waist... For them, marriage was a license to fuck like rabbits but the waiting was painful.

They had played in the stable as children.

He grabbed her playfully around the waist and pulled her down into the straw. Their bodies touched ... then suddenly his lips were on her, his tongue in her mouth. Blood began to pound in her ears as her heart beat faster. She pushed him away and mumbled something, but there was no strength in her arms, no conviction in her protest. He turned them and scrambled on top of her, crushing her body under his.

"Mijo, please; we can't. My father... We must ... wait ... just a few more..."

"I love you, Katarina ... I love you. We love each other."

His hand was on her tit, his tongue in her ear, his teeth biting at her earlobe. The pain felt ... deliciously wrong. Suddenly he was pulling her peasant blouse down over her shoulder, exposing her breasts. She pushed him away in terrified surprise, but he was too heavy, too strong. Suddenly his mouth was sucking on her nipple, biting with the terrible intensity of a mindless animal.

"Please, Mijo, please no, don't..." she moaned, her fear mixing with her raw desire. "We can't ... My father... He will..."

He grunted like an animal then reached inside her waistband and pushed off her skirt. In seconds he was running his hand along her bare thigh. She felt scared, dizzy, but also terrified at the terrible itch between her legs. She wanted him to touch her there, to use his mouth and teeth and hands, to rub away the infuriating irritation with his big cock.

She needed to control herself if she had any hope of controlling him, she thought desperately. What if she failed? Would she go to hell if she let him...? Perhaps it would be worth going to hell to feel him inside her, just once.

She closed her legs tightly in a final act of protest -- an act he saw as an invitation. He shoved his leg between hers and pried them open. She used the opportunity to roll their bodies so that she was on top.

"We can't, my love," she whispered in a desperate final attempt to stop him, "but perhaps I can help you relieve some of the pressure ... with my hand ... my mouth? Would you like..."

He moaned in protest then began to unfasten his pants. She was relieved and disappointed at his agreement. She felt between her labia, it was soaking wet. She scratched miserably at her clit ... more waiting.

"We love each other, Kat," he whispered urgently. "We are going to marry soon, once our fathers settle the question of sow or boar. Should we let a pig interfere with our love? What difference does a week make? No one will know. Only us..."

She felt miserable asking him to wait. His logic was impossibly hard to refute in her current state of mind. She wanted him so badly that her body was aching, throbbing. She put her cheek against his then ran her tongue inside his ear.

"Mijo, I ... I want you as well, my love, I want you desperately, but..."

He didn't wait for her to finish. In an instant, he rolled their bodies until he was back on top, opening her legs again, tearing at her underwear, freeing his penis. She pushed at him with her hands, but they kept slipping down to his bare ass and grabbing his ass cheeks.

He spread her legs with his, pushed his cock between her slit, and thrust hard. She felt a blinding pain then a terrifying rush of feeling. She locked her legs around his waist and began to move like a wild beast. Their bodies banged together with the mindless intensity of copulation.

As if from a distance, she felt the oncoming rush of feeling and bit into his shoulder. The pain caused his body to buck wildly and suddenly he was thrashing her so hard that she lost consciousness for a moment. When she regained her senses, her body was quivering with the aftermath of an orgasm.

He was still inside her and her legs still wrapped around his waist. Their bodies were made for each other, she thought. She could feel his heart beating; feel his breathing; feel his cock still twitching inside as he squeezed out the last few drops of his essence. They were lovers now, inseparable, two beings merged into one. Nothing could ever pull them apart ... nothing.

She wasn't afraid anymore. She had never imagined such feelings were possible. No one ever told her about them, the rush of sensation so powerful that she had fainted. No one had ever told her anything; perhaps if they had explained, if they had...

The sound of someone running along the road entered the stable and she panicked, throwing him off with sudden newfound strength. He grunted in somnolent protest, but she was already straightening her clothes, already hiding her torn undergarments under her skirt.

"Get up, Mijo, someone's outside!" she hissed on the verge of panic.

He snapped out of his trance and sat up. Suddenly there were other feet and people shouting. They couldn't hear what they were yelling, but there was no mistaking the fear. Mijo pulled up his pants then crawled to the partially open hatch. When he turned back to her, his face was white.

"We must leave, Kat, this moment."

He jumped down from the loft landing cat-like on the floor below. There was no last kiss, no tender words of love, no last embrace.

"HURRY!" he hissed.

She scurried to the edge and jumped into his arms. He was trembling.

"What...? What is it?" she asked, now afraid as well.

"We need to run. We'll be okay if we can make it the woods."

"Run...?"

His eyes darted around the stable as if trapped.

"Why...?" she asked again, frightened.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak but no sound came from his lips. Finally his eyes stopped darting and he fixed his terrified gaze on her.

"Pirates...."