This was the first time Ayla saw a man naked. Her eyes traveled from his eyes to his chest, and she saw how muscular he was. Everywhere she looked, he had no fat, only well-defended muscles. What amazed her was that even if he had been in war, he had no scars on his body.

On his chest, Robart had tattooed words in a language she did not know. Ayla lowered her eyes until her gaze rested on his hard erection. She sucked in a breath.

"Open your legs," Robart said.

Before she could register what she was doing, Ayla spread her legs, and Robart was on top of her, positioning his erection at her entrance. His mouth founds her, capturing it in a kiss, pushing his tongue inside her mouth. It felt like he was devouring her. His body trembled with need on top of hers.

Before pushing his cock inside her narrow channel, Robart put a hand between their bodies, stroking her clit, making sure Ayla was wet and ready for him. Then, slowly, he started pushing himself inside of her. Ayla felt pain and tried to fight Robart. He grabbed her waist, pinning her between the bed and his strong body.

"No, stop, it hurts," she whimpered and stiffened under him.

Robart stopped his invasion and looked into her eyes.

"Relax, or else it will hurt some more," Robart said when he felt Ayla tensing.

Robart captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. When Ayla relaxed, he kept pushing inside of her, inch by inch, until all of him was inside of her. He gave Ayla a few moments to get used to having him inside her body before starting to move inside her. Being inside a woman after so long felt amazing. Ayla's body squeezed hard on his cock; pleasure almost clouded his mind, and Robart struggled to keep his passion in control because all he wanted to do was to get her on her hands and knees and fuck her hard.

He moved in and out, in and out in a slow rhythm, while Robart's lips move to his breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. Ayla's hands when to his hair, arching her back, moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Robart sucked her nipple until it was red and sensible. He gave the other nipple the same treatment. When he was satisfied, Robart lifted his face and looked at Ayla. Her eyes were clouded by pleasure.

The pain that Ayla initially felt faded away and was replaced by pleasure. Soft moans escaped her troath. She was amazed that such an act happens between two people. Ayla looked up at the man that was rocking her like she was a ship on the sea. Sweat covered his forehead, and he looked like he was in pain. She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers on his face. He grabbed her hand and sucked one of her fingers. This sent more pleasure down her spine, and Ayla felt more pressure building up. Each thrust of his body brought her closer to another powerful release. Ayla struggled against it. The reaction of her own body scared her.

"Let go. Don't fight it," Robart instructed it.

His words triggered her orgasm, and Ayla came hard, sending her on a kaleidoscope of pleasure. Ayla forgot all about shame as she thrashed beneath him, screaming his name. By the time she recovered from her orgasm, Ayla was panting hard.

Her body milked and squeezed his cock hard, to the point of spilling his seed, but Robart gritted his teeth.

He opened Ayla's legs even wider to give him better access to his invasion. Being inside of her felt like Paradice.

"So fucking good!" he said, slamming deep inside of her.

Robart started moving faster and deeper inside of her. He pulled out until he was almost out of her body and then slammed inside of her, each time burying his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. His skin slapped against her skin, mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

"So fucking good. So tight and wet. Fuck!" Robart said to her, between grunts.

Robart lips were back on her mouth, his tongue pushing inside her mouth while he was burying his cock deep inside her body. Ayla wrapped her hands around his neck, clinging onto him, while he kept moving fast inside of her. It hurt from time to time, but she felt more pleasure than pain.

"Robart... oh... oh...." She could not stop herself from moaning more and more.

The sound of her own voice startled her. There was no way she sounded like that.

"Fuck! So good!" Robart grunted. "Wrap your legs around my waist," he instructed.

As soon as Ayla obeyed his command, Robart moved hard inside of her, finally losing control over his movement. Having her legs wrapped around him made his cock go even deeper than before. He was fucking her hard, ramming inside of her with all his strength. He forgot all about being gentle. Ayla chanted his name while her husband moved fast inside of her, whispering to her words in a language she did not know. Robart moved so fast and so deep, in and out, in and out, each time faster and deeper, and Ayla felt like a ship in the middle of a storm.

The new position made Robart hit the right place, and soon, Ayla was screaming a new release.

"Ahh... Robart!"

Her last orgasm triggered his release, and with a last, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, spilling all his seed inside her.

"Fuck!" he grunted before collapsing on top of her, burying his face in her hair, breathing hard.

Ayla didn't mind his weight on top of her. Actually, she felt cocooned by his massive body. She felt his heart beating fast against her chest. She started stroking his hair with her soft hands.

"Nire bihotza," Ayla heard Robart whispering to her.

"What does it mean?" she asked.

But Robart did not reply to her. Instead, he pushed himself on his elbows and started kissing her again. Moments later, he got hard once more. And who could blame him? Being inside of her felt magical.

He started moving fast inside of her, but Ayla released some whimpers of pain. Robart slowed down his thrust, took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently. Soon her whimpers were replaced by moans of pleasure and, Robart began moving fast and hard inside her. He felt her body milking him, and moments later, Ayla was crying out her release.

Her moans mixed with his grunts, and of skin slapping over skin. Robart kept pounding inside of her, each time going deeper inside of her body.

Pain, pleasure, Ayla wasn't sure what she was feeling anymore. She came again, hard, screaming his name. She was sure everyone heard her. His second release came soon after, spilling his seed deep inside her body.

"Fuck! Ayla!"

Robart waited until the last drop of his seed was inside her body and collapsed next to her, taking her with him.

"How does your body feel? I am afraid I wasn't as gentle as I wanted."

Ayla felt very sore between her legs, but she was too ashamed to say anything. Instead, she buried her nose in his chest.

"Wait here," Robart said.

He moved her on the bed, and Ayla bit back some moans of pain. Even if being with Robart in that way was amazing, now muscles she didn't know existed hurt.

Robart took a cloth, got it wet in the basin, and went to Ayla. He spread her legs and started cleaning her. She winced at the feel of the cold fabric against her skin.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You are tired, right? I am going to clean you. Stay still."

Once she was cleaned, Robart cleaned himself.

"If you are still in pain tomorrow, I will ask Milton for a healing potion," Robart said and got in bed with her.

Ayla got red as a bet.

"B-but then he will know what you and I..." she said, looking at him with eyes full of shame.

Robart started laughing.

"Of course he will know. This is normal between a husband and his wife. Don't worry, you will get used to it soon."

He put a hand around her waist, bringing her close to his body. Then he pulled the furs over them, kissed her forehead, and closed his eyes.

Ayla could not believe that they were going to sleep naked. She looked at his face for a few moments more, then closed her eyes. Sleep claimed her almost immediately.