[fFM/fM] Wild Roses pt. 12: Maritals [prost] [Fsub]

After making a light meal of fresh baked bread with field fruit preserves and half tankard of beer, Summer made her way through the common room and up to a low table in the corner, where a couple sat supping on roast beef and a thick mushroom soup, him with eager appetite, her listlessly picking at her food.

“Hello”, she offered with a smile as she sat down, “is the soup good tonight?”

Where she sat, she could see the man eyeing the shape of her through her thin dress, and she made a point of smiling whenever she caught him looking.

“It’s passable.” he said with a shrug, pushing his bowl over to his wife. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Summer.” Summer offered with a smile, pulling back an artfully errant lock of hair.

“Hello, Summer.” the man said with a barely polite sneer. “I’m Carl, and this is my wife Honour.”

Sternly, he looked over at Honour. “Say hello, dear.”

“Hello.” Honour mumbled with a small nod to Summer, as she poked at her roast beef.

With a pleasant smile, Summer gathered what she could of the forest about her and reached out to touch their minds, seeking out their desires and motivations. Finding what she was seeking, she turned to Carl with a subtle smile.

“Could you ask your wife to speak up, please?” she asked, casting an aloof glance over at Honour.

“Of course.” Carl said, his sneer invaded by a queer smile. With another stern look, he addressed Honour again. “You heard her. Speak up, dear.”

“Hello, Summer.” Honour said, a little clearer but no more forcefully.

“Is she always this mumbly?” Summer asked with another aloof glance at Honour, and Carl nodded.

“Far too often, I’m afraid.” he said, skewering a piece of roast beef with his knife. “I’ve tried explaining the importance of diction, but it seems to just…” he mused, lifting the knife to his face and devouring the piece of meat.

“… roll off her.” he finished when the meat was done.

Summer nodded sagely. “I might be able to help with that, you know.”

Reaching out with her mind again, she guided Carl to what she meant, as she carried on.

“My lessons don’t come cheap, I’m afraid, but they are _frightfully_ effective.” she said with a wicked grin, and Carl’s sneering smile slowly rearranged itself into a grin.

Sternly, he looked over at Honour. “Do you need a lesson from this one, dear?”

“…” Honour mumbled with a shrug of her shoulders.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it dear?” he pressed on.

“… yes.” Honour mumbled with a timid nod.

“I expected as much.” Summer said with a smile, and Carl nodded in assent.

“Eat up, dear, and quickly, please.” he said, using his knife to push his half-eaten bowl of soup closer to his wife, and after a brief moment of hesitation she was suddenly surprisingly quick about getting her food done.

When she was done, Carl swiftly led her and Summer both out of the common room, and up the market street to one of the larger houses in the small town, a three story building with a silversmith’s shop on the ground floor, where they stepped over the sleeping form of a slender straw-haired apprentice on their way through the store, beforing making their way up a narrow staircase at the back of the room.

“Wine?” he asked as he stepped into the sitting room above, and Summer nodded.

“Yes, please, but only half a glass.”

With a nod, Carl produced two crystal goblets, filling them both full with red wine out of a tall slender bottle, giving one to Summer and keeping the other for himself.

“Go upstairs and wait, dear.” he said to Honour. “We’ll be right up.”

With another timid nod, Honour did as she was bid, making her way up another narrow staircase at the front of the building.

“The vintage is sub-par, I’m afraid.” Carl offered by way of apology as Summer took a small sip of wine. “But grapes do as they will, not as they are bid.”

“A problem”, he added, “my wife thankfully does not share, most of the time.”

“Most of the time?” Summer inquired, taking another sip of wine. She was not too familiar with wine at all, but expected Carl was probably right in calling it sub-par.

“Indeed.” Carl said, draining his goblet. “Which brings us to why you’re here.”

Summer nodded.

“How exactly do you mean to aid in her education, if I may ask?” Carl continued, once again letting his gaze run over Summer from heel to shoulder.

“With a touch of magic.” Summer said with a smile, and drained her goblet as well.

“Very good.” Carl said, looking over at the staircase. “Let’s not keep my wife waiting.”

“Let’s not.” Summer said with a grin, and slinked over to the staircase, making her way upstairs.

The room she stepped into was all bedroom, and she found Honour waiting, sitting naked on the bed, her eyes fixed on the covers in front of her. Her long blue linen dress she spotted lying neatly folded at the foot of the bed, along with her hairband, leaving her long, chestnut brown hair flowing freely as it framed her face and shoulders. Without the dress, Summer could see that she was in her mid-twenties, several years younger than her severe husband, and from the shape of her body she did not have children.

“Where should we start?” Carl asked as he came up behind Summer, and looked over at Honour.

Slowly, Summer stepped over to the bed and sat down next to the woman, filtering a hand through her thick hair and tugging at it lightly to raise her gaze.

“That’s a good question.” she said, running her other hand around the swell of her breast, running her thumb over a pert, pink nipple. “What do you think, Honour?”

Honour only sighed noiselessly at Summer’s touch. Gathering her hand around her breast, Summer gently pinched her nipple.

“Where should we start?” she pressed on, and again Honour only sighed, a quiet moan escaping on her bated breath.

“Well”, Summer said, letting go of her hair and pushing her forwards, “if you’re not much one for talking, perhaps we can find another use for your sweet lips?”

Timidly, Honour nodded, and with a smile Summer gestured for Carl to disrobe. He was quickly naked as well, and easily Honour was led up to the edge of the bed. With a few light strokes Summer rendered his cock erect, and grabbing Honour’s hair lightly she guided his lips to the tip of it. Using her free hand to part the woman’s lips, she pushed her gently forwards, then forcefully, until she had Carl in to the hilt.

With Honour in place, Summer gestured for Carl to take over, and with his hands firmly grabbing her hair, he held his wife in place as he began thrusting into her mouth. Gently, Summer took Honour’s hand and guided it to Carl’s cock.

“There is a difference between being obedient and being passive, Honour.” she said, curling her fingers around her hand, lightly squeezing Carl’s balls with Honour’s fingers, and the woman nodded weakly, as much as she could under her husband’s efforts.

The couple well engaged, Summer stripped off her dress, and with a burst of concentration made a shadowy cock sprout from her hips.

“That is some magic.” Carl mused, easing off slightly to watch Summer clamber onto the bed behind his wife.

With a grin and her hands firmly planted on Honour’s hips, she thrust into the woman, her yelp of surprise audible even with her mouth full. With a steady rhythm she rode her, Summer’s thrusts sending Carl’s cock down her throat, Carl’s thrusts sending her onto Summer to the hilt.

“That’s no good!” Summer said, laying a loud slap across the woman’s ass. “Let me feel you _engage_.”

Honour learned quickly, and as Summer kept thrusting she could feel Honour tightening around her in time with the strokes; with a glance she could see that she was obediently giving Carl due attention as well.

Eagerly, Summer tightened her grip on her hips and increased her tempo, Carl doing his best to match her, but before long his cool demeanour was marred by grunts and pants, and soon he withdrew, his first spurt hitting his wife square in the face, the next decking her hair with glittering pearls.

As he stepped back, panting, Summer grabbed the back of Honour’s hair and pushed her cum-drenched face into the mattress, as shadowy tendrils erupted from her other hand on the small of Honour’s back, snaking across her body to entwine themselves around her breasts and tease at her sex. Thrusting ever more fervently, Summer first had her moaning and squealing, then gasping and panting, and finally screaming in orgasm.

Spent, the woman toppled over as Summer’s ghostly appendages vanished, and lay panting on the bed.

“Very instructive, I should think.” Carl mused as he stood over the two of them, his sneer returned, and Summer looked up and gave him a curt nod.

“I should think so, yes.” she agreed, before looking down at Honour. “What do you think?”

Honour tried giving a small nod, but she was already half-asleep from the exertion, and soon drifted off.

“Well”, Summer said with a shrug as she got up, collecting her dress, “it seems to have been effective.”

Carl nodded. “Let’s go downstairs, and I’ll see to your payment.”

Summer followed him down, slipping on her dress as she went, while he made his way down still bare. As he rooted around a cash box, she could see that he had once again grown fully erect.

“It appears”, he mused, “that all I have is a gold crown.”

“While your lesson was instructive, that’s nonetheless a bit much, no?” he continued, turning to Summer.

With a grin, she hopped backwards up on the table and rolled up the skirt of her dress. “Perhaps there’s something I can offer to round it out?” she offered, and with a grin Carl stepped up to her.

“I think there is.” he agreed, and with two broad hands wrapped around Summer’s ass he stepped in between the legs and thrust himself into her cunt.

The lesson had left Summer more than a little excited, so he went in easy, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders she squealed with every thrust as he fucked her where she sat on the edge of the table. The first orgasm came precipitously, and her moans of ecstasy gave Carl renewed vigour; as she felt him spill himself inside her she came again, with loud yelps and moans this time.

As he withdrew, she fell backwards onto the table, and lay there for a moment with her dress rolled up, his seed dribbling slowly out of her and down the inside of her thighs.

“Well earned.” Carl said idly as he placed a heavy golden coin on the table besides her. “I’ll give you a moment to recover before I show you out.”

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