EroticReverie

Madeliene Meadows - Two weeks later

I smile across the table at Donovan, licking my fingers, both of us sharing a giant ass turkey leg from the Ren Fair that I work at. It was my day off, and Donovan finished his only shcedule appointment for today at noon, so we'd come here to have lunch and spend the rest of the day. 

We've been enaged for weeks now, and there's still not  single regret between us. We know we've moved fast, but we're so fucking in love, in lust, and crazy , head over fucking heels for one another, that we just don't give a shit what anyone thinks. We don't question what it is between us, that instant attraction we'd had, drowning in the chemistry that we have with one another. We're each others opposite, and each others center. Donovan tells me everyday that he loves me, that i'm beautiful, that he'll do anything I ask of him, tell me everyday i'm his goddess, his fairytale, his Thumbelina, his soul mate. 

I'm sure if anyone was subjected to us 24'7 they'd get sick off of all the sugar sweetness this man feeds me with his words. This giant fucking "Scary" looks teddy bear of a man, was more like a cuddly little kitten with me. 

"I love you." he says, watching me and I give a little smile.

"Love you too handsome" I say with a smile and then grab my napkin as he just keep staring at me. I loved the way Donovan always kept his eyes on me, as if there was a single other person around, or anything else in the world he wanted to look at. 

Donovan had offered to dress up for the Ren fair like he had that day he'd surprised me , but I'd rather have him be comfortable, so Donovan is wearing his standard black jeans, his black boots, and a short sleeves black t shirt, that hugs his hot chest and arms. His shoulder length dark hair is half pulled back and his beard is freshly trimmed and and toes wiggle in my flats as I stare at him. 

He smiles wiping his own hands and then crosses his arms over the table and leans slightly over.

"You think i'm handsome huh?" he winks and my toes doe the thing where they curl so fucking hard I feel one crack. It was clear we both thought the other one was the hottest thing to ever exist, so utterly obsessed with one another. But he loved to pretend he didnt know it. As if every woman that saw him didn't have to pick their jaw up off the floor.

"mhmm" I hum and mimic his posture, placing my arms on the table, crossing them. He smiles, looking down at me from across the table. 

"Id crawl over this table and kiss that face all over if my breath didnt smell like hot turkey." I saw and he laughs, then his brow cocks as he pushes the plates with the almost finished turkey leg to the side and then leans over, moving his hand, a finger sliding under my chin and I smile up at him. 

"I'll crawl over and kiss yours instead then...cause I dont give a fuck what my breath smells like...i'm gonna kiss you anytime I please angel" he says and I laugh softly, and he puts his large soft mouth over mine, groaning . 

"dont mind your hot turkey breath one bit" he whispers and I laugh. Kissing him back and people might be watching or staring, but I dont care. I'd let Donovan Draper kiss me anywhere, anytime . 

"Wanna go find somewhere to let me get my hands up under that pretty dress, baby?" he asks and I whimper on his lips and he grins. 

"I'll take that as a yes." he laughs. 

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We clear our table, but Donovan tortures me, demanding we get beers first and I let him take my smaller hand is much larger one and pull me to his side, tuck me under his arm and walk me to the "Wench Tent".

Girls with tits heaving out the tops of their corsets are serving large mugs of beers. A small gathering of men and women laughing as one of the "Serving wenches" talks shit to one of the men ordering a drink. 

"Aye, you're a tall one" the red head at the end of the serving counter calls to Donovan. Everyone knows you don't approach the "Wench Tent" unless you're able to handle the crassness and sometimes downright filthy and suggestive talk of the women, and sometimes men that work there. 

"How's this here work?" she asks pointing between us and I laugh. 

"She wear any protective armor when she ride ya?" she asks , forcing a fake old time accent. I laugh.

"We're actually here about a helmet for her." Donovan says not missing a beat and the woman smirks. 

"Aye, they sell the good ones down there" she points towards nothing and then gives me a wink. I don't know her, but I have seen her around while working here. 

"You needa drink pretty little lady?" she asks, leaning over, heaving her tits in my direction over the counter and I totally stare and me and her both smile at each other. 

"I'd imagine something tiny as you needs a bit of something to numb her lady parts if you're gonna be taking on the challenge of this ones meat" she just her thumb to Donovan.

"You'd think so, but she takes it like I'm paying her a thousand gold coins to take it" Donovan says and I gasp and slaps his chest with the back of my hand. 

"that right?" the red head says. "You got a magic meat wallet up under that skirt do ya?"

I scrunch my nose, but I laugh and Donovan throws his head back.

"I'd never call something as pretty as her parts a meat wallet, but it sure is fucking magic." Donovan says.

"alright!" I laugh. "alright, two beers please!" I say holding up two fingers, the red head laughing and she winks.

"Two beers for the ogre and his pixie, coming right up" she winks to Donovan as well who laughs and I just shake my head and he turns , grabbing my waist. 

"well it IS magic" he says and leans down, pressing a kiss on my nose.

"Everything about you is magic Madeliene Meadows" he says and thend rops his mouth to mine and kisses me, making my toes push to the ground in my flat shoes and I throw my arms up around his neck and he smiles against my mouth. 

I'm full on making out with him, my tongue, licking over his, nipping his lower lip when the redhead returns. 

"aye, get a room, the only one allowed to show off here is me and My two friends" she says shaking her tits as we look at her and laugh. 

"thank you" I say, pushing a twenty across the counter.

"keep the change , for the ladies" I wink and she laughs winking back and Donovan grabs our giant beers and carries them for us as we walk over to a tree , tucked away from the main crowd and sit down under it. 

"Here my queen" he says lowering the large plastic mug in front of me after I tuck myself between his legs. his back to the tree, legs spread. I grab the mug and he chuckles.

"That thing probably weighs more than you do" he says. 

"You're not gonna finish that" he says.

"Watch me Draper" I huff and he laughs. 

We sit under the tree, and about fifteen minutes later, Donovans is empty, and mine is still over half full.

"Let me help" he says, reaching for it. 

"Get your own!" I squeak and he laughs as I tuck the mug to my chest, wrapping an arm over it. 

"It's gonna be piss warm soon." he says. 

"fine!" I squeak and then lift the mug. 

"Oh, you're gonna chug it?" he laughs sarcastically as I start to gulp it down.

"Madeliene, you're gonna make yourself sick" he laughs. Just watching as I continue to take gulp after gulp.

He's quietly watching now , shifting himself to watch me from the side. 

"Yep....this is making me hard." he sighs and I laugh , beer sputtering from my lips and the second I pull the beer away, a loud burp also comes from my chest and out of my mouth, and I slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes going wide. Donovan's eyes light up in amusement.

"Still strangely fucking hot Thumbelina." he says. "That's the cutest burp this world has ever heard." he says and I just roll my eyes and laugh, now a loud hiccup slips from my mouth and my whole body jumps.

"Ow" I whimper, the hiccup tight in my chest, the kidn that hurts. He frowns at me. 

"You alright?" he asks and rubs my back and I nod and hiccup again and whimper.

"Ow" I whine. 

"Oh baby" he chuckles. "You poor thing, come here." 

Another hiccups assualts me as he pulls me onto his lap, taking my beer and setting it on the grass. 

"Come here" he says again. Pulling me to straddle him , my body erupting with another hiccup.

"fuck, i know they are hurting you, but you are the cutest little fucking thing right now" 

I scowl at him, the corner of his mouth lifting. 

"think about something else" he says quietly, and then shifts, his hips lifting as he pulls me over the bulge in his pants. 

"Oh" I say and hiccup again. 

"Yeah, oh..." he grins and then grabs my waist, letting out a low groan as he pushes my hips back, and pulls them forwards again. 

"Donovan" I hiccup. "there's people around" I hiccup again.

"So?" he whispers. "We're not doing anything Thumbelina....just a pretty girl...sitting on a guys lap..." he says and then reaches one hand down, slipping it under my dress, and looks around and I gasp as I feel Donovan slide his hand between my legs.

"don't move..." he smiles at me. "Just sit there Thumbelina.." he says, his finger stroking my panties. A soft hiccup muffled as I bite my lips together, my shoudlers jumping. 

"mmmm, I have no idea how I go hours without playing with your slutty little fairy cunt Madeliene" he whispers. 

My mouth parts, my eyes closing, his finger pressing along the seam of my panties. 

"Does it need me Thumbelina? Hmm? Does your pussy need my finger to move these panties to the side and take care of that ache I know is taking over your hot little cunt? Do you need my finger inside you princess?" he whispers and I gasp and nod once.

"yes" i whisper back. 

"Mmm, right here? You want me to sink my finger into this little pussy right here Madeliene?" he asks.

"Yes" I breathe.

"What a naughty angel..." he whisper and I bite my lip hard as I feel him tug my panties aside. 

"Lift up, just a bit love...there we go" he whispers. 

"mmm, there we go" he whispers again, his finger sliding right into me, slow, and deep, his kunckles against my pussy. 

"i cant stand how wet this pussy gets Thumbelina....how wet your little fairy pussy gets.....always ready.....always such a horny , good little slut..." he whispers a second finger sliding in and I gasp and moan.

"shhhhhhhhh" he whispers. "stay still" he reminds me. 

"Stay still or I will take my fingers from your sweet pixie cunt and make you go the rest of the day without me taking care of this wet little thing between your legs." Donovan groans.