"We must be putting on quite a show," Melissa said observantly as she and Roman walked around the village surrounded by thousands of people.

Every time they turned the corner they had an audience, eyes were on them as they walked arm and arm through the village.

"It's not every day they see the notorious pirate with a beautiful woman," he said with a smile before he kissed her cheek softly.

"Surely you have ventured into town with thousands of women before me," she said with a smile as her blue eyes sparkled in the sunshine.

"Surely you're mistaken, My Lady," he responded.

"My women never ventured anywhere with me unless it was to the bedroom for some bed sport. I am not one to venture into town with women. I prefer to venture myself but as my wife I want you by my side," he explained.

"People are going to stare and question," he said,

"they're curious."

"Their curiosity is going to prevent me from doing what I need to earn some money," she said honestly.

"If all eyes are on us, I can't be too secretive," she said.

"I'm sure it is easily done, show me please how you plan to take money from these townspeople?" he asked greedily.

Roman had a need for money and currency. He raided ships and homes to find valuables and coins.

He wanted to use his wife's charms to help his fortune. He was aware of the gypsy lifestyle and their trickery as well. He believed they would make a great team.

He had been so occupied looking around the village as they walked to notice that Melissa's arm was no longer linked with his.

"So will you show me how you plan to get coins from these people?" he asked again.

"As simple as this," she said holding up a bag of coins with a smile on her face.

Roman checked his breeches and checked the tie that once held his gold coins.

He looked at his wife as she held up her prize.

"Are those my coins?"

"Very much, My Love," she said with a smile of pride and deviance she was proud of her work no doubt.

She was proud that she accomplished to steal his gold coins without him being wise to her actions. She had him distracted, just the way she wished him to be.

"You really shouldn't keep your gold coins where someone like I could get them," she said teasingly.

"How did you?"

"Ah," she said.

"It is very simple your attention was elsewhere, focused on the crowd before us. You didn't realize I slipped my arm from yours and that I untied your coins from your breeches. That's everyone's first mistake, not paying attention. Gypsies do well when crowds as large as this are distracted."

She handed his coins back to him.

"And that my love is how I intend to get us some gold coins."

"Very clever," he said with a smile as he secured his coins to him again.

"I am surprised you still have your hand."

"We never get caught," she said with a smile.

"Because by the time someone realizes we have taken their coin we are far gone."

"I envy your cleverness," he said with a smile wrapping his arm around his wife.

"Shall we part? You have work to do."

"We shall," she said arching a brow at him.

"Take my dagger in case you need it," he said offering her his dagger.

She smiled and took it from his hand.

"Thank-you. I love you," she said causing him to shiver.

Roman wasn't sure if he would ever get used to hearing those three words from such a beautiful woman. They were like honey on her lips, so sweet, so full of promise and so full of hope.

She could see his flaws but loved him nonetheless as he too saw her flaws but could not describe what he felt for her. It was deeper than passion. It ached terribly in his chest every time she looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes and spoke sweet words to him.

His heart ached knowing he would fall asleep in the dead of night to her soft breathing as she lay in his arms after making love or waking up to her soft smile, with her velvet soft skin against his as she has herself tangled with him as the sun rises in the sky.

Being with her ached but not in a bad way, a good way, he wanted that feeling every day, he wanted it with her.

He looked forward to her caresses, her banter, her smile, the intensity of her blue eyes, he looked forward to his future with her.

He wanted to make her happy but he wasn't sure when he could verbally express himself, his thoughts and feelings to her it was too hard.

"I know you love me too," she said with a smile before she tucked away his dagger and kissed his cheek.

They parted ways as she ventured off to earn them some coin.

Melissa made her way through the townspeople.

She bumped into men and women as she took their coin placing it into her own bag.

Gentleman excused her for her clumsiness while women were less than thrilled she had bumped into them. No one had noticed their coin missing until Melissa disappear far out into the crowd.

She made her way through the townspeople and entered shops. As clerks were distracted she slipped goods into her bag and left the store before the shop keepers even knew she was there.

She met up with Roman with a smile on her face.

"Hello, My Love," she greeted him.

"Melissa," he said with a warm smile before greeting her with a soft kiss.

"I have an idea," she suggested as they walked through the village arm in arm once again.

"I'm listening."

"Have you ever done a distraction robbery?" she asked.

"What is a distraction robbery?"

"We'll go into a shop, you'll detain the owner while I take from the register or vice versa."

"If we are caught we will surely lose our hands, Melissa," he warned.

"No one will ever know," she pressed.

"I have been doing this since I was 5 years old and have yet to be caught."

"Very well, I promised I would allow you to teach me your way of life as well as me teaching you my way of life."

"It is all very simple," said Melissa.

"Trust me, do you trust me?"

"With everything I have," he answered.

Her heart swelled at his sentiment.

She took his hand and led them off to a small shop in the village. Melissa led the way in she pointed to the owner and motioned for Roman to distract him.

Roman made his way to the shop owner and asked for assistance in buying perfume for his wife.

The owner never saw Melissa as she rounded to the register. She kept an eye on Roman as she quietly broke into the till.

She smiled as she saw the money in the register. She pulled it out and placed it into her bag before shutting the register.

She made her way out of the shop undetected. Roman eyed his wife the entire time.

It made him hard thinking about her antics, her devious exports and her brazen attempts at robbing people, she was damn good at it and it made Roman want her more than he ever did before.

It was her brazen and bold moves as she scurried through the townspeople stealing their coin undetected that turned him on.

They made their way to the next shop.

Melissa nearly bared her swollen breasts in her white top as she flirted with the shop owner while Roman hit the cash register.

Roman eyed his wife as she leaned over the counter, her swollen breasts ready to topple over at any moment, she batted her blue eyes and flicked her long dark eyelashes as she kept the owner distracted giving Roman the time that he needed.

She placed her hand on the owner's forearm and let out a soft husky laugh.

Roman's cock twitched in appreciation of his wife.

He nodded at her before he walked out the door. She apologized to the owner and excused herself before she joined her husband out on the street.

Roman and Melissa fetched their carriage to make their way back to their residence before the people in the village had realized they had been struck by Melissa's trickery.

Roman's heart swelled with pride for his wife. She was just as much a criminal as he was. They were going to make a lovely team with one another for the rest of their lives.

She had been taught well in the art of trickery and thievery. She had no hesitation in town that day. She was bold and brazen.

"How long have you been involved in trickery and thievery?" he asked as the carriage strolled down the stone streets.

"I can't say that I remember at an early age my papa used me to trick strangers. His famous technique was having me pretend I was lost and while people gathered around to help he would pick their pockets or I would pick their pockets. It has been going on since I was a little girl it is as I got older that his tactic changed. He was a gambler. He had debts to pay. My papa is a greedy man, Roman. He sold me off to the men he owed money to. I paid off his debts by allowing them a rut or two. Allowing them to spill their seed inside of me, bruise me, beat me whatever they felt they needed to do to consider my father's debt paid. There were times he arranged for me to share a bed with a man and when I finished. I would rob them as they slept."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Melissa," he said softly as he comforted his wife.

"You're a strong woman you know? That takes a lot of endurance to survive something so heinous."

"I wish I considered myself strong," she said linking their fingers together.

"You're the strongest woman I know," he said softly in her ear before his kissed her neck softly.

"I want to make you forget the bad memories, I want to make you happy, make happy memories with you," he promised.

"You already are making happy memories with me. I could never be happier with you than I am now. And you make me forget, you take away the pain."

She reached up and cupped his face, he nuzzled into her touch.

"I want to make you forget your bad memories, let you know that you're capable of being loved and that you deserve it. I want to see your pain go away," she said softly as his grey eyes softened.

He leaned down and captured her lips with his sharing a soft passionate kiss with her.

He didn't need to say the words she longed to hear she felt it in his kisses, his caresses, the way he looked at her, she didn't need him to verbally say what she saw in him.

She kissed him back softly and sweetly combing her fingers through his hair as his hand wandered her slender body that was starting to give signs of her pregnancy.

He ran his hand up her growing stomach, catching her swollen breast. He squeezed it softly and gently causing her to moan into his kiss.

Their kiss stayed slow and sweet until the carriage pulled up to their residence forcing them to break apart.

Melissa straightened herself up and smoothed out her skirts and her shirt as Roman adjusted his breeches as his cock was hard and throbbing ready to tear through the doeskin fabric.

He descended down the carriage stairs and held his hand out to assist his wife.

As her second foot hit the stone driveway he scooped her up into his arms causing her to squeal.

"What are you doing?" she cried out wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Taking you to my bed," he promised.

"To make love to my wife."

Flutters filled Melissa's stomach as he spoke the words.

Roman said a lot of things but proclaiming to make love to his wife was not one of them. He always used the word fuck or rut. He never used the phrase make love, his heart was changing.

He was changing and Melissa was not lost on that.

Roman made his way through the front door, passing his friends as he carried his wife up to their bedchambers.

He kicked the door open and kicked it shut. He carried her to the bed and tossed her onto the blue velvet counterpane gently.

He covered her body with his as they shared another soft kiss, his cock poking her thigh as she kissed him back, her fingers in his hair.

His kissed her soft and slow, his tongue softly tangling with hers, the passion ripping through both of them.

He felt her hardened nipples through her white shirt. He broke the kiss as she groaned in protest.

He smiled down at his beautiful wife, her blue eyes meeting his grey eyes. He leaned down and nipped on her neck softly as he kissed it and sucked it softly, she moaned and offered him more of her neck, his kisses were soft and sweet.

She wanted her husband more than she ever had before.

She parted her legs allowing him to fit in between them, his cock settling on her inner thigh.

He ripped her shirt away exposing her chemise, her breasts swelling over the top, he tore it away freeing her breasts.

He took them into his hand and placed his open mouth on one of her hardened nipples gliding his tongue over it softly as he sucked.

She moaned out at the pleasure pushing more of her breast into his mouth. He sucked her breast harder making the aching between her legs unbearable, she needed him, wanted him but he was taking his time, exploring every inch of her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her body from her breasts to the top of her skirts.

He slid her skirt off slowly and tossed it to the floor, removed her under garments slowly before spreading her legs.

He kissed the inside of her thighs, sucked them and nibbled them before laying a soft kiss on her dripping sex.

He stuck a finger inside.

"You're drenched," he complimented her as he sat up.

He removed his shirt and shirt sleeves exposing his broad chest and large muscular arms.

He undid the placket of his breeches and pulled them off, his hardened cock falling freely. His erection was painful, he knew he would explode soon.

He positioned himself between her legs, teasingly stroking her sex with his thick head that beaded with pre-cum.

"I want you," she begged, the pressure unbearable.

She needed to feel him inside of her, deep, filling her with his cock, screwing her and hitting every sensitive spot like he always did.

"Please, Roman," she begged.

"You have me, Melissa, you have me the rest of your life. I'm yours there is no one else, no one between us. You and I, Melissa forever, I need you, I want you, only you. I'm upset that your father took away something so precious something that was meant to be mine, he took your virtue. Your virtue should have been a gift to me on our wedding day, soft and pure. I'm going to make you forget. I'm going to take your pain away. You and I, Melissa," he said before he slid his cock into her drenched sex, he let out a groan as she welcomed him, closing tightly around him.

A cry of pleasure escaped her lips as his fullness filled her.

"Make me forget, My Love, I'm yours, take me," she said as he began his soft deep thrusts.

She moaned as she welcomed him as he plunged deep inside her.

His movements soft and slow, his thrusts gentle, he slid himself out and slid himself in deeper each time, she moved with him, bucking her hips meeting his soft thrusts, her cries of pleasure filling the room as he filled her, hitting every sensitive spot of her sex.

The passion tearing through them, the pleasure bringing a tidal wave of ecstasy through their bodies, Melissa's toes curled into the mattress, her nails clawing at his back, scratching him, stabbing him deep as the tidal wave of pleasure tore through her, her body quaked and shivered as he thrusted deep inside of, she released herself, climaxing around his thick cock.

The heat of her release pushed Roman over the edge he pulled his cock out as it throbbed, pre-cum seeping the tip of his crown mixed with her pleasure, he thrusted into her softly and exploded deep inside her.

He spurted his semen deep, it was the most powerful climax he had ever had with a woman, his semen hot and thick, too much for her sex as it slid between them and the heat down her thigh.

He took her mouth kissing her deep as he emptied himself into her.

     
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Roman stood bare chested at their table in their bedchamber as his wife slept off their afternoon loving making.

He was at her for hours, bringing her to orgasm over and over again. He was not sure if he would ever have enough of his wife.

He would tire shortly after two ruts and be done with one of his harlots but Melissa was different. He could never get his fill of her, he stayed at her for hours, pleasing her every way that he could. Their bed sport was quite enjoyable.

He emptied the collection of jewels and coins they had collected that afternoon in town.

He was impressed with what they had taken.

Melissa's eyes flickered as her husband stood in his breeches looking at the table.

He had a powerful frame and a beautiful ass, his thighs so powerful she could see every line of his muscle. He stayed in shape but with his sexual prowess it was no wonder.

She slipped out of bed and put on a silk cream colored robe and made her way over to him.

She kissed his shoulder softly as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"What are you doing?"

"You collected all this in a day?"

"Yes," she answered as she placed another kiss to his shoulder.

"Impressive," he said with a proud smile.

"Job well done," he said.

"We make a fabulous team."

"A wonderful team for sure, My Love," she said.

He turned to face her.

She was beautiful. Her hair in a tangle, her swollen lips, her beautiful blue eyes, she stole the breath from his very chest.

He leaned down and kissed her swollen lips as he massaged the length of her spine.

She felt him growing harder in his breeches.

"You cannot be ready for another rut," she said.

"My appetite for you is hard to fill. I don't think I can ever get enough," he smiled.

"Later," she said.

"Right now I want to discuss with you how I can bring money into the pub."

"Yes," he said.

"I'm listening."

He pulled a chair for her to sit on and took a seat next to her.

"What is on that clever mind of yours?"

"I can tell men their futures, women too. I can trace their life lines and tell them their future."

"You're a fortune teller?"

"Truly," she said with a smile.

"It is something we do."

"So tell me my future," he said.

"Can you tell me if I will have a son or a daughter?"

She smiled and whispered into his ear causing him to smile.

"That pleases me," he said with a smile.

"Let me trace your lifelines," she offered.

"Please," he said offering her his hand.

She traced the lines of his palm, traced his life line.

"What is it, Melissa?" he asked.

"Nothing, but a long life with many more children" she said.

"I think we have another problem to take care of," she said eying his breeches.

"You're a vixen," he said, as she stood onto her feet.

She took his hand and led him to the bed where they spent their evening making love to one another as she took control of the bedroom, taking Roman all kinds of ways.