Teija was so merry when the folds of the plastic, with the help of the midday sun through their dusty air, glittered in her obsessed eyes. It was their saving grace as a pair, these moments. He knew mother liked it when father enjoyed her cooking, and this was that for himself and his wife. Her abused but youthfully drawn and pretty body, served up so that he could server her, also. Quiet girl, watching her candies be eaten. She'd learned to be patient about these things.<br/><br/>When she readied herself his slick lips smiled at the back of her head, mouth taking care not to compromise the shells of her treasured medicine. It filled him with contentment and hubris to be the provider of all her raptures. It flooded his tongue so there was no trouble producing a glistening cocoon of spittle for the treats as they hung and then crashed against her angled pucker. How could she be so adorable while begging with her ass? Well-trained, her backside ate what he gave her, cock and all. His wife's ass had always been something else, even the first time, when he'd meant it more as a punishment.<br/><br/>Her barren place wasn't bad either. Marlon liked his homes inside her, and roughly announced his return, settling in with violence. It was what she deserved, but it was also what she wanted. He loved her more when she moved forward. To think her body still thought of escape after being taught the opposite for so long. It welcomed him with the slick he was used to, and he pulled her hair harder for it. With her body at this perfect height, he could thrust ruthlessly without much cost to his stamina, despite having been awake for days. What good was a husband if he couldn't provide a little distress to his woman's pink tunnels?<br/><br/>And then she was on her back for his whim, his hips always looking to mess her up, but his seasoned wife only reveled in the continued beating between their bodies. Her blood tasted familiar, and she didn't try to jerk her leg away from his teeth. The breaths from his nose rolled over her ankle as he bled it, and the iron going through his sinuses made the edges of her features sharper through his daze of lust. She took his deceleration and then started to twist taut around him. He knew where she was going, and pushed her faster toward it to the sound of the complaining floor.<br/><br/>She was stunning, giving in to the pill-enhanced rapture, and he was there with her, adding to the soak in her cunt with his signature. Teija's body could always have more of him, because it didn't have the properties to do anything with it, not anything worth while. He swallowed blood slowly after he had delivered into her, lust that was partially Emma's, and then dislodge his teeth from her tendon to let her leg fall back down. Marlon unsheathed from his now inebriated wife and collapsed sitting beside her.<br/><br/>He took an abandoned beer bottle from the couch table and looked at the prisms through the dark glass, as though he could discern the hygiene in the left-over liquid's constellations. He ended up tipping the last of it into himself anyway, and rolled the bottle on the filthy hardwood with his cock still out. Brew and blood did well as a nightcap. "I'm going to sleep." he decided without looking at her. He made short work out of undressing fully, and tossed a few additional bills to the dent where he'd sat. "Do whatever you want." A last touch, his spread fingers through her hair, rather hard, since she very likely would be departed into the pills by now. Perhaps it was a warning too, to not do anything that would displease him when he woke up.<br/><br/>The bedroom was cooler when he sighed back into life. Marlon still had traces of Teija on his cock when he rolled to look at the ceiling. Blue light from the window meant evening. He sat up, alert but unwilling, body built of toil glorious with his feet on the floor. "Teija?" he asked, his voice betraying as much affection as was appropriate, which was just slightly warmer than an annoyed sigh. The wardrobe was as he'd left it, though with some hangers askew from her rummaging for larger clothes to wear. These pieces were clean only because he'd taken great effort to keep them that way. He chose dark pants and a white shirt. Mother always said he was handsome, whatever he wore.<br/><br/>On new socks tucked into clean boots he went to through all the rubble of Teija's neglect to reach the fridge. With some quick effort, he assembled what could be called a sandwich by the broadest definitions of the word, and placed it on a plate with a new water bottle. The stairs down were quiet for his deft steps. He wondered about Emma's expression in there, when he slid the meal in, and if she'd kept her panties off like she'd promised, but managed to resist the craving to see her. He would even keept from answering if she called out. His beautiful, perfect woman. He mustn't indulge and ruin the solitude that would shape her. Marlon smiled to himself, longing, while he left her alone, once again.<br/><br/>His sisters were already there when he arrived, Teija or not. It was tradition for him to have dinner here after longer trips outside, and while Father liked to forget that, it was better to be prepared for if he hadn't. Mother Charlotte was of course still lulling over the stove with Neda's help, and he'd rather not be involved. It smelled wondrous, though, as it had when he was as tall as the waist of her apron and running around her legs, playing with her skirt in this same kitchen.<br/><br/>But rather than sun-drenched nostalgia with the perfume of pies with whatever berries the children had picked, the grown up Marlon sought out Ariela. "So, Salace, I hear." he injected with half of his big mouth caught in a smile. With his hair tied back a little neater, he assumed he was incredibly charming. "Suppose you'll be getting free ribs, then. I'd like in on that action." he joked and looked around for changes in the decor since last he'd been home. It was strange how he didn't hate the idea of the butcher's son so much for Ariela, even if he'd rather she stay alone and with him forever.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the house the patriarch, crowned by the entire settlement, moved about, getting ready as well. He was quiet so his beard was still, but he was harboring some animosity toward the other male guest. News were instant in their community, and by the sound of smith William's voice, Marlon had brought home a girl that wasn't just too old by their rules, but also a beauty. It upset Father more than the blatant disobedience. William's daughters, who were berry plucking age, had agreed with large eyes. The hulking man rolled his meaty shoulders and pulled at his sleeves. Maybe it was better that Marlon learn a lesson about paying spoils to the King before thinking he could keep them to himself.