Choosing Hearts - The Fighter's Passion (Gritty, Explicit Romance Novel) (A Lusty Stand Alone Story) (2 page)

Rogan pushed back
the platter, leaving only well gnawed bones. The beef was very well cooked,
tender and juicy at the same time, with the onions and peppers adding flavor.
He refilled his mug of ale and leaned back on the chair, making the old wood
creak.

“The Duke will be
well pleased with your exemplary deed yet again.” Gregory smiled as he sat down
across the table with a platter of roasted goose. “The girl is recovering well;
the Duke’s best leeches are in attendance.”

“I couldn’t have
done it without you and the others.” Rogan bit into a piece of cheese. “Have
you seen Belen?”

“That fool hovers
outside the door to Lady Gwendolyn’s room as we speak. I don’t need to post any
other guards there; he will stay there night and day.” The balding veteran
chuckled.

“That is good; the
boy’s heart is in the right place, though sometimes at the expense of his
head.” Rogan grinned back, downing the last of his ale.

“It’s time you
were where your heart is too, Captain.” Gregory began digging into the roasted
goose he had ordered. “You’ve earned a few days’ rest.”

“You are wiser
than you look, old friend.” Rogan laughed as he placed a few coins to pay for
his meal on the wooden table. “My heart is by the meadow yonder and she beckons
to me.”

“Give my regards
to fair Alicia.” Gregory nodded with his mouth full.

“As always,
Gregory.” Rogan rose and patted the older man’s shoulder before leaving the
table.

The tall captain
strode outside into the twilight, taking a deep breath and filling his lungs
with the cool evening air. He smiled and mounted his great black charger, his
eyes scanning the west, marveling at the last few streaks of red across the
darkening sky. Alicia, his lady, his love, awaited him. Her warm, beautiful
face filled his mind. He hadn’t seen her in a week. He knew she would be waiting
for him with as much anticipation as he. Kicking his horse into a fast gallop,
he closed his eyes, enjoying the cool wind brushing against his face and
blowing through his long, fiery hair.

Cresting a small
hill, after a half hour’s ride, the familiar sight of the meadow he called home
filled his heart with longing. He urged his horse to gallop harder down the
gentle slope. She was already there. The white mare she always rode was in
sight, gently munching at the lush green grass under the great oak tree. His
heart soared at the sight of his lady love, seated primly on the thick roots of
the tree.

The young woman in
a blue flowing dress rose up as he approached. Her shiny long hair, as dark as
midnight, flowed around her snow white face. Her large eyes, as blue as the
oceans, gleamed bright with tears of joy as her full red lips quivered. He
dismounted in full gallop, running hard at her with his arms out stretched,
taking her in. Her warmth and softness was everything like he had ever felt
before, yet each time it took him to another place. No more was he the hardened
warrior, the ruthless slayer and avenger. In her arms, he was as serene as a
lamb, as docile as a dove and he felt safe and warm, and loved.

“Alicia, my love…
my heart.” He gushed, almost whispering. “You are my world, my life… my every
thing.”

“Oh, Rogan…” The
teary eyed woman held him tight. “I missed you so… every moment without you is
a life in the void.”

“Not for long, my
love.” The warrior lifted her up into his powerful arms and cradled her like a
child. “Soon the Duke will bestow this land to me and we shall be wed.”

“Oh, I will revere
such a blessed day.” Alicia caressed his face. “Too long has it been, these
last three years, since the time I met you and gave you my heart and soul.”

“And I gave you
mine in return. We are one, Alicia.” Rogan kissed her gently. “And we will be
together forever. Nothing will ever keep us apart.”

“Oh Rogan, I
believe you. I cannot live without you.”

“Nor can I, yet we
must wait for the Duke to arrive in three days to bless our union.”

“Father will agree
to this once you have this land and build a house.” Alicia looked around the
lush meadow where she had spent many wonderful nights and days in the arms of
the man she loved.

“Had I been a
farmer, I might have asked for your hand much sooner, but my duty to the realm
calls upon me.”

“I know, my love.”
Alicia put a finger on his lips. “And so it will be after we are wed.Every
moment that we are apart makes us cherish even more the moments we are together.”

“This is our
moment, Alicia.” Rogan gently laid her down on the soft grass and lowered
himself over her, feeling the warmth of her soft body against his.

“Oh, I have dreamt
of this night all week.” Alicia purred, her small slender hands caressing her
lover’s dense broad shoulders. “Let us cherish this night with the prospect of
many more to come.”

“Yes, my love…
many more, forever and ever.” Rogan mumbled, his lips gently pecking along the
smoothness of her beautiful neck.

Alicia sighed, caressing
his thick golden hair as he tenderly kissed her chin and neck, moving down to
her upper chest. She arched her back slightly, letting him slip his large hand
under her back and gently undo the laces of her dress. She reached across his
massive chest and undid the clasps of his jerkin, pulling the front open to
reveal his muscular upper body. Her slender fingers explored his hairy chest
like she had done many times before, with each time as pleasurable as ever.

“You are
everything... everything that I desire,” Rogan  whispered as he pulled her
blouse away, exposing her milky white breasts to the pale light of the
star-studded night sky.

Her pink nipples
rose up like cherries, inviting him to taste them. Her breath came in short
gasps in anticipation of his warm lips on her sensitive skin. He obliged,
making her stiffen and moan. Rogan cupped one of her lush breasts and tenderly
sucked on the taut nipple, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Her nails dug
into his scalp and she gasped. The familiar tingling sensation of pleasure
rippled across her belly and cascaded down between her thighs.

“Oh, Rogan… oh,
god…” The beautiful woman sighed deeply, drowning herself in the pleasure the
man she loved was showering her with.

“Alicia, you make
my life worth living.” Rogan groaned, looking up at her lovely face.

“Don’t stop, my
Lover.” She gasped. “Take me; fill me with your love.”

Rogan had no
intention to stop. Not then and not until the night was well into its depths.
He pulled off the rest of Alicia’s dress, leaving her as naked as the land
around them and threw off his own leggings and jerkin. He kissed her breasts a
while longer, making her writhe and moan and then slid down her body. His wet,
slippery tongue left a trail of saliva as he moved down her belly, teasing her
belly button and then down to the sweetly pungent valley between her thighs.

Alicia spread her
sexy white legs wide, allowing full access of her treasure to her lover. Rogan
smiled at the familiar sight of her sweet wet pussy quivering before his eyes.
He licked his lip and lowered his face. Alicia went stiff as his lips gently
kissed the sensitive wetness of her swollen pussy. His hands slid up her thighs
and he lashed his tongue over the swollen pink lips. His lover gasped and called
out his name into the dark night. A thrill coursed through him and he attacked
her pussy with the exuberance of a first timer. The woman writhed and moaned
under his savage assault. He had waited too long for this, as had she. The
night was young and all theirs.

Rogan laughed
softly at the pleasant familiarity of his lady love’s orgasm on his face. The
dark haired beauty whimpered and moaned as she came blissfully. Her sexy, young
body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. A week was
too long to hold back her desires and she released everything with unrestrained
abandon.

“Oh, Rogan, you
take me to heaven every time.” Alicia breathed with satisfaction.

“Alicia, there’s
nothing lesser I want for you.”

“My love, my
warlord, my hero…” Alicia whispered lovingly as her body still shivered with
the last throes of her orgasm. “Come; let me have your weapon of love, my man
of war.”

“I am ever ready,
my lady.” Rogan grinned and leaned back on his haunches, giving her a full view
of his foot long erection.

Her blue eyes lit
up brighter, and though she had enjoyed his ‘weapon of love’ more times than
she could remember, each time she saw it, it filled her with the excitement
liken to a  winner in a game of chance . She rose up slowly and reached out to
touch the thick, throbbing member jutting out from between her lover’s dense
muscular thighs. The sensation of the warm, rigid flesh in her hands made her
belly flutter and her pussy began to throb again.

“Oh, Rogan, I so
love you… all of you.” She purred, grasping at his stiff organ possessively.

“I am all yours,
my love.” He grunted; the anticipation of her soft warm lips on his surging
erection filling him with as much excitement as her.

He looked down at
her as Alicia kissed the thick round head of his raging erection. His hands
caressed her smooth dark hair and he closed his eyes, groaning softly. The warm
wetness of her welcoming mouth sent tendrils of pleasure all over him as she
swirled her soft tongue over the hard apple like cockhead. The lovely woman
teased him with the tip of her tongue, making his muscular buttocks clench as
she touched the sensitive underside of his cockhead crown.

“Oh, Alicia, I
longed so much for this.” He moaned, caressing her soft skin, encouraging her
to take more of him into her mouth.

Alicia didn’t need
any of the encouragement. She teased the sensitive head for a few more moments
before moving down the length of the entire shaft. Her body shook with
excitement. She had done this many times before, taking all of his foot long in
and it really thrilled her every time.  He was almost all the way in when she
felt like gagging, yet she quelled it down and enjoyed the intense throb of his
organ deep down her throat. Her hands roamed all over his dense thighs and
tight buttocks.

Rogan groaned at
the sensation of her buzzing throat on his cockhead every time she almost
gagged. He could feel the first stirrings of his orgasm roiling in his gonads.
He grasped her head with both hands and began to move his foot long member
slowly back and forth in his lover’s hungry mouth. Alicia welcomed his
initiative and matched his rhythm by bobbing her head up and down. She was
drooling readily all over him, and her saliva dribbled down his thick cock
shaft and all over his tight scrotum.

“My love, I must
release my…” He grunted.

Alicia nodded her
head vigorously. She had waited  desperately for this and there was no holding
back now. She wanted to taste him again, desperately. She moved back until only
the sensitive head of his cock was in her mouth and stroked the enormous shaft
with both hands. Her excitement fueled her and her hands were a blur. Within
moments she had him throw back his head with a grunt and released himself in
her welcoming mouth. Alicia relished every drop of what seemed a never ending
stream of his seed; a week long harvest that sated her lust for a while.

As she labored
away the last few droplets, Rogan slumped down on the grass and lay on his
back, staring in satisfaction at the bright stars overhead. He drew Alicia up
toward him and held her close, her chin resting on his heaving chest.

“I am well
pleased, dear heart,” he said.

“As am I, my
love.” Alicia murmured and licked her lips.

“These have been
the best years of my life,” Rogan said, lazily caressing her silken hair.
“Before I came here to Kirk Falls, I was a nomad, a vagabond, with no hearth or
home.”

“Soon you will
have both and a loving wife.” Alicia snuggled closer to him.

“Yes, it is time I
found a place to call my own.” He smiled. “I will retire from my service to the
Duke after a few years and then we can have a family of our own.”

“That would be worth
dreaming of,” the lovely woman said wistfully, “though I can never envision you
as the farming type.”

“For you, sweet
Alicia,” He kissed her forehead. “I can do anything. I will learn to farm the
land from Grimond.”

“Yes, I suppose
father may like that too,” Alicia said dreamily. “But, not too soon - in a few
years.”

“You take more
pride in me being a warrior?” He chuckled.

“Oh no, my love,
but it is your duty to the Duke you must uphold,” she said, caressing his face.
“Being a farmer requires more courage than waging war in a battlefield. A
farmer’s life is a constant struggle, day after day, in hopes to yield the
perfect crop.”

“Aye, it is a hard
life,” Rogan agreed. “Yet I am ready for it with you by my side.”

“And right now I
desire to have you inside instead of by my side.” Alicia purred and reached
down for his naked cock, her soft warm hands sending shivers down his spine.

“Alicia, my love,
forever I am yours.” Rogan whispered and kissed her as she brought his cock
back to life with her practiced fingers.