


The Burning

by devle



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2003-10-10
Updated: 2003-10-10
Packaged: 2017-05-05 08:05:41
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-burning
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=218176&page=submissions
Summary: He'll do anything to have her.
Erotica Tags: Back, Dark Hair, Eye, Gray Eyes, Hand, Hard Cock, Night Air,
Salome, Town, Wet Cunt
Average Rating: 4.3






        The Burning


1643  
  
He was the town magistrate of Manchester a little young for the job that his
father had left to him but at twenty six he was more than ready to do all he
could for the townspeople. It was late spring and the grass grew green on the
hillside with wildflowers now abundant in every wife's home. Cyril Lord walked
back to his house breathing in the fresh night air. There was only one problem
that burned in his mind as he came home from his bath in the pond. It was the
problem with the witches.  
  
Cyril wasn't sure he believed in witches but his father and even God himself
had commanded that he should not allow a witch to live. There were stirrings
in the town with reports of witches bandied about. Cyril hoped there were none
to be found in his town.  
  
The air felt cool against his damp skin and hair. He had left his shirt off
since it was dark, showcasing his ruggedly muscled body, yet no one was about
to see his nakedness. Dragging a hand through his damp brown hair Cyril
yawned.  
  
In the distance he heard delicate female laughter. Narrowing his gray eyes
Cyril tried to look deeper into the dark forest that surrounded him. There was
nothing to be seen. Cyril shook his head thinking that he was overly tired
from working his farm and helping to build a house for Michael Forrester. He
heard it again though and took off running towards the sound determined to
know if his mind was playing tricks on him.  
  
He came into a small clearing where a girl danced about in the sliver of
moonlight. He drew in a breath, Salome Estes. She was a beautiful girl in a
white dress with leaves and flowers in her hair holding out her skirts as she
spun about laughing freely. Her parents were dead and Salome lived alone in
their house on the outskirts of town.  
  
Why had he never noticed how lovely she was? How the moon lit up her dark hair
which hung free in spiral waves to her waist.  
  
Cyril felt a strange burning in his chest that slowly spread outward
throughout his whole body centering in his groin. He watched her dance as one
possessed unable to take his eyes off her.  
  
From that moment Cyril knew that she had to be his.  
  
Every night from then on for a fortnight he watched Salome come out and dance
in the darkness she always returned to the same spot and seemed unaware of his
presence. Cyril still burned in fact he became obsessed no longer did the town
matters concern him thoughts of Salome filled his head making him unable to
work, eat or sleep.  
  
On the fifteenth day he went to visit Salome Estes. Her home was a small wood
cabin, clean and well kept. When he knocked on the door Salome called for him
to enter. He stepped inside and was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of
baking bread. He turned into the kitchen to see Salome in a blue dress pulling
bread hot from the oven.  
  
She looked up at him and smiled recognizing Cyril Lord. He was a handsome man
tall with broad shoulders and an indomitable strength. Salome loved his gray
eyes that seemed so mysterious and wary as they looked at her. "Mr. Lord," She
said wiping her hands on her apron. "Do sit down." She indicated one of the
kitchen chairs. "To what do I owe this surprise?"  
  
All the words, the pretexts that Cyril had made up to gain him access to her
fled him. He could only stare in awe of her beauty watching as she cut thick
slices of bread placing them before him along with a pot of honey. She sat
before him smoothing a dark strand of hair back from her cheek. "Please help
yourself." She nudged the honey pot toward him.  
  
Silence stretched between them as they looked at each other. Abruptly Cyril
rose to his feet to pace the small confines of the now overly warm kitchen.
Salome sat back enjoying the sight of the rippling muscles of his chest and
abs beneath his black workshirt. He had the sleeves rolled up exposing his
thick forearms. Between her legs a pounding started that slowly turned into a
low fire Salome bit her lower lip as she watched the man of her fantasies walk
about in her house. Oh how she had dreamed of Cyril Lord ever since they were
children wanting even then to be his wife.  
  
He stopped abruptly on the opposite side of the kitchen staring at her. Salome
felt the color rise in her cheeks as she remembered that she had undone her
bodice due to the heat from the oven and was no doubt showing her cleavage.  
  
Without another word he turned and left.  
  
"She's bewitched me." Cyril whispered as lay on his knees later that night his
bible in his hands. "And I know not what to do."  
  
He watched her that night but she didn't sing and dance instead she paced much
as he had in her house. The heat grew unbearable to Cyril so that he stripped
his shirt off watching Salome with burning eyes. His cock was hard as steel
watching her slight form wind in and out of the trees making him think of how
she would wrap herself about him when he took her.  
  
With a low growl he emerged from his hiding place springing up to catch Salome
to him pressing her nearly naked flesh into the bare skin of his chest.
"Salome," He groaned pressing her harder into him.  
  
Salome was startled at first then she recognized Cyril. His body was so hot
his skin burned her as she tried to get out of his grasp yet she only
succeeded in rubbing her intimate flesh against Cyril's flaming hard cock.  
  
Cyril fisted his hand in her hair pulling her head back to kiss the sensitive
skin that smelled of roses.  
  
"Cyril," Her plea lost in the night.  
  
Cyril kissed her mouth demanding and hard until she opened her lips allowing
him to taste her. Tentatively she stroked him back with her tongue feeling the
shudder that passed through Cyril's body. He tore his mouth from hers. "I want
you. I've wanted you since I first saw you." He pressed burning kisses against
her throat. "You must be mine."  
  
His last words caused a frisson of fear to run down Salome's spine. She
brought her hands up to Cyril's huge chest and pushed. "I must be yours? I
don't have to do a damn thing."  
  
"What the hell are you saying, Salome?" Cyril's hands gripped brutally hard on
Salome's upper arms causing her to wince. "You don't want this?" His lips came
down on hers hard.  
  
"NO!" Salome shoved at Cyril with all her strength. He was pushed back a pace
but before Salome could turn and flee Cyril caught her slamming her up against
a tree. Salome gave out a wince of pain as her head hit the trunk of the tree.  
  
Cyril gently cupped her face in his hands trapping her against the tree with
his barely clothed hard body. "You have to be with me." He placed tiny kisses
on her mouth and cheeks. "You have to marry me."  
  
"No, no please…"  
  
Cyril's hands, rough and callused, trailed over her smooth skin moving down
her leg then back up underneath her skirt touching the hot flesh of her inner
thigh. She gasped at the intimacy of his touch. "You want this. You want me."
He breathed.  
  
Salome moaned as his skilled fingers found her wet cunt  
  
Salome could feel his fingers caress the dampened flesh of her thighs going
higher and higher to finally caress her bare cunt. Salome tentatively reached
up to feather her fingers over the bronzed skin of Cyril's back. His lips came
back to hers. "You're mine."  
  
Salome's eyes met his. His eyes became darkened with lust as he slipped a
finger inside her tight wet cunt. It hurt slightly and Salome jumped.  
  
"I love you, Salome." Cyril whispered heatedly. He removed his finger leaving
Salome in a state of complete shock as his hands tore apart her bodice
exposing her breasts to the warm night air. Like a starving man he fell to
sucking her nipples greedily. Salome arched her head back her hands against
the back of Cyril's neck urging him on.  
  
"Cyril," She called out his name as the curious flames that had begun as
delicious tingles began to grow in intensity into a full fledged fire.  
  
He was making her want this. He had to know that she had been watching him for
as long as she could remember, praying that he would notice her, loving him in
secret. But she never thought he would notice her like this. She never thought
that he would rape her here in her forest and make her want it.  
  
He began to push her skirts out of his way. Her hot hands lay on his chest as
he undid his pants releasing his hard cock. God, how he ached for her there.
"I'm dying for you, Salome." He kissed the smooth column of her throat pushing
her thighs apart with his knees.  
  
Salome jerked in his arms at the unexpected heat and feel of the head of his
cock at the entrance to her sopping cunt.  
  
This was so wrong.  
  
And yet it felt so right.  
  
Cyril lunged forth seating himself deeply inside Salome catching her cry with
his kiss. God, she felt so good yet Cyril was no idiot he knew very well what
he was doing. To take her now meant to risk getting her with child even if
that didn't happen no man would want her now that she had been known by
another. It was all working out so perfectly.  
  
Salome felt Cyril deep inside her. She shivered at the extremely intimate feel
of him. This was only supposed to happen with her husband. But when Cyril
began to move thrusting hard and deep Salome lost all thoughts giving herself
up to the intense moment. Her body felt as if it were on fire suddenly
consumed in hot burning flames she cried out into the night hearing the same
agonized cry from Cyril's lips.  
  
For a time all was silent except for the raggedness of their breathing, the
pounding of their hearts as they lay against each other.  
  
Cyril moved away to right his pants looking up to see Salome smooth her skirts
and push back her wild dark hair with shaking hands.  
  
"You have to marry me now." Cyril's voice cut through the darkness making
Salome jump.  
  
Startled she met his gray eyes lit up by the faint starlight. "I can't." Not
even Salome herself knew why she still resisted.  
  
Cyril grabbed her wrist in a bruising grip. "You will."  
  
"The hell with you." Cyril was frightening her now with the harsh grip on her
wrist and the mad gleam in his eye.  
  
Salome tried to wrench her hand away from him but found her neck encircled by
his other hand. "I'll cry witch if you don't."  
  
Cyril had thrown down the proverbial gauntlet. Salome's dark eyes turned into
slits. "You wouldn't dare. They would crucify me and I would be lost to you
either way."  
  
A sheen of madness glinted in his eyes as he tightened his hold on her neck.
"You see your choices. So choose." His voice a coaxing whisper. At the
continual resistance in her eyes Cyril placed his warm lips by her ear. "You
know they would believe me." His voice a low whisper that would have been
soothing on any other occasion. "Would you really rather burn at the stake
then be my wife, my everything?"  
  
Salome was now beginning to realize the extent of Cyril's obsession and a cold
raw fear gripped her. Cyril released her but instead of running away the two
faced each other in the night. No one would believe her if she cried rape
against the magistrate nor would they believe the blackmail that Cyril was now
using to force her into marriage. She had often dreamed of what marriage would
be like specifically if she were married to Cyril Lord. But she could never
have imagined this.  
  
"You hate me, don't you? This is some twisted form of punishment isn't it?"
Salome's voice sounded small and wary.  
  
"I could never hate you, Salome. I burn inside with wanting you to be mine for
all time."  
  
"Yet you would cry witch on one you claim to love?"  
  
"I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine." He took a step toward her
looking sleek and dark like a panther. Despite all that had occurred Salome
wanted Cyril, had always known in her heart that somehow they would be
together. Did she really want to die?  
  
"Yes."  
  
In the ensuing years that came during which many towns turned on its own women
crying witch at every turn the sleepy little town of Manchester lay quiet and
untouched by the horrid Burning Times. The town magistrate Cyril Lord ruled
the town in a wise and economical way he was always there to help any townsman
and his lovely wife always kept a neat home and greeted her husband with
ardent words of love each night. Some of the townfolk quietly speculated that
the couple married so quickly due to an imminent child yet his wife very
properly waited a good two years before she gave birth to their first child.
Yes, they muttered amongst themselves those two were always meant to be
together. The intense looks they often gave each other, if seen by an
outsider, would have been mistaken for hate when the whole town knew that
their love bordered on obsession.  
  
There was no one in the town who could say that Cyril Lord was an unhappy man.
Not when he had everything he had ever wanted.




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