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Authors: Georgia Fox
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For a moment they held her there, his
manhood filling her, claiming her. His brother's cheered in
celebration. She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. Ram's eyes
were closed, his cheeks sucked in, his lips held firm.
Slowly his brothers lifted her a few
inches up that shaft and then back down. She groaned. His eyelids
flickered, but stayed shut. They moved her again, up and down. Now
she felt the warm blood of her maidenhead trickling out and Ram
must have felt it too, for his lashes lifted and his eyes met
hers.
He smiled slowly, showing her his fine
white teeth.
She flung her arms around his
shoulders and buried her hot face in the side of his neck, inhaling
his sweat.
Distantly she was aware of Nino
crouching down behind her and she knew someone had passed him a
wine goblet, but she did not know what he did. Neither did she
care. She was filled, possessed, claimed, by the man she
loved.
After a paused, Dom and Sal moved her
again, lifting her up and down his shaft. Finally they laid her
down on the fleece again and Ram finished his job, pounding into
her with slow, deep thrusts. When he came it was with a wolfish
howl and then Jeanne knew he was the one who made the same sound
before in the yard when he spanked her. It had not been the spit
boy at all. It had been this boy. This naughty, rude, delicious
boy. Aelfa often said that all men were really just overgrown
boys.
Now Jeanne understood what she meant.
Jeanne understood everything now.
* * * *
Celebrating the start of another new
tradition, the brothers passed around the goblet of wine in which
they had also collected the virgin's blood. Even Jeanne, when
offered, took a shy taste of it.
Ram, holding her in his lap, kissed
her tenderly. "You are our bride now, Jeanne. You belong to all of
us."
She nodded, swallowing. "I...I
know."
But tonight she would be sore, so the
group claiming would not occur yet. For tonight she was just his.
His brothers could look on with envy and wait their
turn.
Chapter Seven
The wedding took place three days
after Virginblood.
Jeanne had been shown the branding
marks on each of the other wives, so she knew what was coming, but
she had not been warned the entire castellany would attend to
witness her branding.
She did not know until she was taken
out into the yard and laid on the raised podium. Angrily she
thought of complaining later to her mistress. But then she
remembered she was now her own mistress. She was no longer a
servant, but a wife. This was her new place in life.
Her legs were spread, her ankles tied
and pudenda shaved. The crowd was quieter today, watching in awe.
It was a very different occasion to the rowdy spanking she'd once
been given in that same spot.
Ram stood over her and promised it
would be over quickly, no more than a bee sting. She'd been given
some wine and herbs to drink first, so she was, in fact, rather
drowsy. Still a ripple of fear swept through her as she heard the
clang of the branding iron and smelled the hot coals.
She turned her gaze up to the dull
November sky and watched geese fly overhead. For a moment she felt
as if she was with them, soaring on the wind. How nice it was to be
free just like them, to spread one’s wings and take off. How
strange it must be to look down on the scene so far below and
see—
Ouch ! That. Hurt.
"You bastard," she yelled, tears
springing over her lashes.
But then she felt a cooling compress
placed to her sex and knew it was done. Over. She was a d'Anzeray.
They had branded her as their property. The bastards!
* * * *
Dominigo's huge prick would take some
getting used to, she mused as he began prying her body open with
it. He had already apologized to her several times for his size,
poor man. Behind her, Ram was fingering her anus, preparing her
with some sort of salve, readying her to take a cock
there.
She thought of all the other times
she'd spied upon these men and their wives, never suspecting she
would one day
For a moment they held her there, his
manhood filling her, claiming her. His brother's cheered in
celebration. She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. Ram's eyes
were closed, his cheeks sucked in, his lips held firm.
Slowly his brothers lifted her a few
inches up that shaft and then back down. She groaned. His eyelids
flickered, but stayed shut. They moved her again, up and down. Now
she felt the warm blood of her maidenhead trickling out and Ram
must have felt it too, for his lashes lifted and his eyes met
hers.
He smiled slowly, showing her his fine
white teeth.
She flung her arms around his
shoulders and buried her hot face in the side of his neck, inhaling
his sweat.
Distantly she was aware of Nino
crouching down behind her and she knew someone had passed him a
wine goblet, but she did not know what he did. Neither did she
care. She was filled, possessed, claimed, by the man she
loved.
After a paused, Dom and Sal moved her
again, lifting her up and down his shaft. Finally they laid her
down on the fleece again and Ram finished his job, pounding into
her with slow, deep thrusts. When he came it was with a wolfish
howl and then Jeanne knew he was the one who made the same sound
before in the yard when he spanked her. It had not been the spit
boy at all. It had been this boy. This naughty, rude, delicious
boy. Aelfa often said that all men were really just overgrown
boys.
Now Jeanne understood what she meant.
Jeanne understood everything now.
* * * *
Celebrating the start of another new
tradition, the brothers passed around the goblet of wine in which
they had also collected the virgin's blood. Even Jeanne, when
offered, took a shy taste of it.
Ram, holding her in his lap, kissed
her tenderly. "You are our bride now, Jeanne. You belong to all of
us."
She nodded, swallowing. "I...I
know."
But tonight she would be sore, so the
group claiming would not occur yet. For tonight she was just his.
His brothers could look on with envy and wait their
turn.
Chapter Seven
The wedding took place three days
after Virginblood.
Jeanne had been shown the branding
marks on each of the other wives, so she knew what was coming, but
she had not been warned the entire castellany would attend to
witness her branding.
She did not know until she was taken
out into the yard and laid on the raised podium. Angrily she
thought of complaining later to her mistress. But then she
remembered she was now her own mistress. She was no longer a
servant, but a wife. This was her new place in life.
Her legs were spread, her ankles tied
and pudenda shaved. The crowd was quieter today, watching in awe.
It was a very different occasion to the rowdy spanking she'd once
been given in that same spot.
Ram stood over her and promised it
would be over quickly, no more than a bee sting. She'd been given
some wine and herbs to drink first, so she was, in fact, rather
drowsy. Still a ripple of fear swept through her as she heard the
clang of the branding iron and smelled the hot coals.
She turned her gaze up to the dull
November sky and watched geese fly overhead. For a moment she felt
as if she was with them, soaring on the wind. How nice it was to be
free just like them, to spread one’s wings and take off. How
strange it must be to look down on the scene so far below and
see—
Ouch ! That. Hurt.
"You bastard," she yelled, tears
springing over her lashes.
But then she felt a cooling compress
placed to her sex and knew it was done. Over. She was a d'Anzeray.
They had branded her as their property. The bastards!
* * * *
Dominigo's huge prick would take some
getting used to, she mused as he began prying her body open with
it. He had already apologized to her several times for his size,
poor man. Behind her, Ram was fingering her anus, preparing her
with some sort of salve, readying her to take a cock
there.
She thought of all the other times
she'd spied upon these men and their wives, never suspecting she
would one day
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