Jorgen grunted as his cock rose to its full potential, sticking out like a spear. Jaseka had the entire cockhead inside her mouth, and Astrid sucked on one of her husband’s oversized testicles. Together they gave Bella a first hand lesson on how to pleasure a real man. The two of them slobbered their hungry lips on each side of his massive girth, kissing and licking all along the surging length. Then Astrid lay down on the bed and Jaseka climbed on top of her. The two women began kissing each other on the mouth, and then to Bella’s astonishment, Jorgen pushed his cock in between their hungry lips.
The huge cock slid in and out of the two mouths, gleaming with their saliva and its own precum. Bella crawled over for a closer look, her hands frantically exploring her own dripping arousal. Their moans and grunts filled her with passion and lust like never before and she craved for that cock more and more. She watched as it slid in and out, occasionally slipping entirely into the mouth of each woman, making a nice bulge against their flushed cheek. Oh, how she wished she was one of those two lucky women. She whimpered pleadingly, lying back and spreading herself, offering herself, all of her, to the man-god standing before her getting his monstrous cock prepared for her by two women.
Finally the women moved away and the Jarl took a step toward her. She reached out at him, begging, pleading to be ravaged by him. Her eyes burned into him with unrefined, naked lust. His two wives had done their best in getting her more aroused than she had ever been in her young life and she was more than ready to be impaled on the monstrous thing that twitched before her eyes.
Her puffed lips parted and her tongue flicked out as her eyes feasted on his enormous erection. She longed for a taste of it, to feel the pulsing heat inside her mouth, but Jorgen seemed to be interested only in the dripping cavern between her sexy legs. He was suddenly upon her, grabbing her ass roughly and lifting her up. He placed the thick, throbbing cockhead on the yawning lips of her worked up pussy. The soft and pliant flesh stretched and softened by the wiggling tongues of Astrid and Jaseka gave in without a fight as he thrust his thick cock into her in one savage motion. His thickness filled her just the way she and always dreamt of, to the point of bursting and she savored the sensation, letting the utter pleasure of it ease away the blazing need in her significantly.
“Oh, Jorgen… my lord and master.” Bella moaned and clawed at his dense muscular body. “Your impressive organ is taking me to heaven… oh, lord, you are so fucking big… oh, fuck me, fuck me hard.”
“Ah, Bella… ouy era eht tcefrep evals…” Jorgen grunted as he pushed his entire length into her.
His large hands squashed her soft buttocks roughly as he lifted her up and pushed all of his dense hardness deep into her welcoming pussy. She felt no pain, only pleasure with his foot and half long weapon of love tearing all the way into her stretched hole, made all the more pliable by the loving ministrations of his devoted wives. She bucked her hips up as he lifted her butt higher, burying himself up to the root. Bella’s entire body weight rested on her shoulders as Jorgen stood up and began to slide his enormous cock in and out of her. She looked at Astrid and Jaseka as they watched, pleased at the way they had prepared her for Jorgen. She was forced to look away as Jorgen stood upright with her still impaled on his cock. She was lifted off the bed and was upside down, giddiness and excitement filling her mind. She gasped when he thrust his hips forward hard and lifted her up into a sitting position facing him. The Jarl’s powerful legs flexed hard, the dense muscles rippling as he continued to fuck her in this new and powerful position she had never experienced before. Jorgen was showing her why he was the Jarl, being the mightiest one among his people as he bounced her hard on his cock in this standing position.
Bella threw her arms around his thick neck, grabbing fistfuls of his dense dark hair. She kissed him hungrily, his bristling beard tickling her lips. She had never felt this way before. Sex was never this good and she knew it could only get better. This was different and so much more liberating. This turned her into a completely different animal, the one that was always within her, caged and waiting for release. She felt possessed, by her lust and her body’s need. This was exactly the kind of man she had been waiting for, a real man to give her the satisfaction she truly deserved.
Jorgen was panting now as he slammed into her, bouncing her up and down over his immense thighs. He had the stamina of a workhorse. He said something to her, making the two women watching laugh and clap.
“What ever it was that you said there, Jarl…” Bella said, amidst gasps of pleasure. “…is fine by me, as long as you keep fucking me with your enormously satisfying cock.”
“Aahh, Bella… ekat ym dees, ouy evah denrae ti.” Jorgen grunted, bending his knees and jerking upright with more force to his thrusts.
“Oohh, yes! Yes!” Bella moaned out loud. She didn’t understand what he said, but his meaning was clear. “Fill me with you potent seed… fill me… ooohhhh!”
Jorgen’s monster cock plunged deeper within her, throbbing and growing thicker. Bella gave in to her second powerful orgasm of the night. She hugged Jorgen’s neck and whimpered, wiping her tears and saliva on his rough dark beard. Jorgen laughed as her body trembled in ecstasy against his. He dropped to his knees and lay her down on the bed again, taking the normal coital position. He ground his hips into her with more drive and power, making her gasp with each slamming thrust. Astrid and Jaseka moved in on either side of her, each taking a swollen nipple into her mouth. That drove Bella over the brink and her body caved in. She lost track as her body surrendered to a chain of back to back orgasms, making her lose all sense of time and place.
Then suddenly the giant fucking her grunted with more intensity and began saying something, pressing her down under his immense bulk. Bella’s mind reeled in a haze of pleasure; she heard his voice, not understanding his words. It was his cock that filled her senses and she wanted to feel him explode within her and fill her with what she was craving for ever since she saw him.
Jorgen’s vast size went stiff. His naked buttocks clenched hard and he pushed his monstrous cock in deeper. She felt his thickness increase, almost tearing her apart with his imminent release. She gasped out loud again and again as he let himself go. Hot spurts of his exploding seed gushed rapidly, flooding her belly. She felt every hot and heavy drop, every erupting spatter of his release and it sent her mind on a trip bordering on insanity. The man seemed inexhaustible as his monster cock emptied precious and fertile juice deep into her, going on and on with the cheers of his applauding wives.
Then finally, Jorgen was spent. Slowly his cock eased its way out of her and he fell back to lie on the bed, his erection still pointing upward. Bella moaned and stretched her body, never had she been so satisfied in her life. Astrid moved in over her, going to work with her lips and tongue, getting every little drop of the Jarl’s cum off her tingling pussy and quivering belly. Jaseka did the same for Jorgen as she slobbered all over his depleted cock, getting it cleaned and ready for more. Bella knew there was going to be more, much more, but right then she was exhausted. The weariness of her travel, the importance of adjusting to a new life, and the satisfaction that she enjoyed just then culminated to make her give in to the warm, comforting embrace of sleep and the blissful dreams it promised.
“You have done very well, my lady.” Sinead’s voice made her look up.
It was morning; the sun was up outside, pale and weak. Sinead was standing above her, looking down. The woman had a smile on her otherwise dour face and Bella could see that she was quite a beauty. She wondered what made Sinead so grim all the time.
“I have? …so what happens now?” She sat up and stretched. She was not in the room where she had fallen asleep, the one where she had been pleasured the night before. Someone must have carried her out of there and brought her here to what was probably the slave’s quarters.
“Jarl Jorgen was more than pleased with you, as were his wives.” Sinead went on. “You are no longer a slave, and come the next festival of
the gods; the Jarl will make you his thirteenth bride.”
“Thirteenth?” She smiled with a wide eyed expression. “Well, better than being a slave, I suppose.”
“Yes, much better.” Sinead nodded. “And before I forget… the Jarl has sent a gift for you.”
“For me?” She looked surprised. “What ever can it be?”
“Your very own slave…” The woman gave her another smile. “…to do with as you please.”
“A slave… for me?” She couldn’t believe her ears.
“Yes, for you. One from your own land” Sinead said and called out. “Eustace, come in.”
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Story Thirteen
“Hurry up, Eustace. We have no time.” The short, squat man in the robes of a monk held out his pudgy hand. “I have an important meeting… can you ever not be so clumsy?”
“My apologies, Father Julian.” Eustace replied red faced as he handed his master what he required. “I still have much to learn.”
“Indeed you do, young novitiate.” Father Julian snatched at the scrolls and hurried out the little door of the chapel. “At your age I had already taken my vows and mastered all my tasks. Now bar this door, let no one in… the Northmen are almost at the city gates.”
“Yes, Father Julian.” He nodded, but the fat man had already rushed down the corridor. The threat of an invasion from the Northern barbarians had always been imminent. News of neighboring estates and counties being raided and burned down came in almost every other day, and now it seemed it was their turn. Shivering with fright at the prospect of such a horror, Eustace barred the door and hurried off to his little table to read from his book of prayers.
An hour passed and the candle began to sputter as he grew ever so drowsy over his prayer book. A soft knock on the door made him sit upright. The cold touch of fear trickled down his back like trailing fingers of ice. He sat very still, his hand frozen in mid-motion of turning a yellowed page. Another knock followed. Louder and more urgent. He had to see who it was, after all this chapel was part of Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine’s castle. The nobleman had it built so he would not have to take the long ride to the cathedral for his prayers each Sunday.
“W-who is it?” He asked, almost in a whisper as he pressed his ear to the wood of the door.
“It is I, the lady of the house.” A feminine voice replied, in the same whispered tone.
“L-Lady Bella Marie Fontaine.” He parted the door slightly and peered fearfully though the crack.
“Yes, now let me in.” The young woman said with a little more urgency. “I must make my nightly confession.”
“But-but his holiness, Father Julian, is away… on…” Eustace trembled, unsure if he was to tell her why his master had run off somewhere so late in the evening.
The door pushed inward as the Lady Fontaine stepped in and he backed away. “It matters not.” She said assertively. “You can serve my purpose.”
“But my lady…” He stammered, keeping his eyes to the floor. “I am not… yet ordained, I have been a simple novitiate for a mere week.”
“Yet you are a man of the Cloth, or at least one on the path to be.” Bella Marie stated insistently as she looked around the little chapel that her husband, Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, had ordered to be built inside his castle. “You will hear my confession and seek forgiveness for me.”
“I… I am not sure…” He looked away, his heart beating furiously. This was the first time her had been so close to a woman, and one as potent as the lady of the house terrified him no end.
“What is your name?” She demanded with her intense stare right at him.
“Er… I am Eustace Deleon, my lady.” He said with a low bow, stealing a glance at her tiny feet, nestled into a pair of exquisite, jewel encrusted shoes.
“Very well, Eustace…” She sighed deeply, the sound of which sent a shiver through him. “Take your place; I have much to ask forgiveness for.”
“If it pleases you, my lady.” Eustace nodded and stepped back toward the customary seat for the act, reserved for the qualified likes of Father Julian Braymer.
“Indeed it does.” Bella said and knelt down before him. “Give me your hand.”
Her hands felt so warm and alive as she wrapped them around his cold trembling fingers. Vile thoughts of how other areas of her young and delicate self would feel to his touch came to his mind and he shut his eyes tight, pushing such thoughts away.
“Relieve yourself of the burden of sin, my lady.” Eustace recited lines he had much practiced and his hand shook in hers. “Unburden it all unto me so that I may wash them away in the name of our Lord and find you forgiveness and peace.”
“I give myself to you, young Eustace.” The Lady Fontaine responded in a tone most solemn. “I will confess everything, nothing shall I hide… for I have sinned and I seek forgiveness and peace.”
“You may begin, my lady.” He said with a quick swallow of apprehension.
“Ah, but where shall I begin…” The lovely young creature said with a choking sob. “…life has played a jest most cruel on me, a mere woman of flesh and blood… a simple soul that seeks only love and care. As you know, my marriage to Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, a man more than twice my age, was made as an alliance between my father’s estate and this one. And alas, for me it has been nothing but entrapment with no means of release, not even for a day. My husband is old and lacks the interest, as well as the will and means to satisfy a wife as young as I… and I am a woman who has needs.
“All the silken luxury of expensive cushions and rugs on an exquisite bed does little to bring sleep. Nothing comforts me more than the warm, protective embrace of a strong man, in whose arms I would feel safe and protected. And a man who would also make me feel like a woman, a woman stretched and filled, with a sense of fulfillment and contentment. But alas, my beloved husband, the Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, is older than my own sire, and more often than not, leaves me wanting in more ways than one.
“But I, Lady Bella Marie Fontaine, am not one to be denied, and for the past one year of this fruitless marriage out of arrangement, I have found satisfaction from more willing and able partners. But alas again, those partners are now away, away to serve crown and country on some foolhardy battle against marauding raiders from the northern wastelands seeking to plunder the riches of this land. And yet, this night the fire of desire burns wild within me and I am just a mere woman of flesh and blood, with needs most natural that must be quenched.
“Am I committing a sin, your holiness? Am I going to be damned for doing only what my body was designed by a divine creator to do?”
Eustace shivered as everything he heard from her filled him with a sense of longing that he had never felt before in his sequestered young life of twenty years. The woman stared deeply into his frightened eyes and squeezed hard on his hand. She was a woman most men would desire, and he being a man of the Cloth notwithstanding was still a man of flesh and blood, denying himself what was natural for his chosen path in life.
“I… I should say, my lady…” He replied after swallowing hard a few times. “…you must control yourself… it is a test, a test by our Lord for you to be true and chaste… to contain oneself against temptation is a virtue… it is a… a… to deny oneself such base needs is a… a…”
“Is that what you are doing now, Eustace?” She had a mocking smile on her lush rose red lips. “Are you denying yourself the pleasure of base needs that one is born with?”
“Oh, my lady…” He shook violently as she grasped his hand possessively. “I… I have no such needs… I must ask for forgiveness… for you…”
“Isn’t lying a sin
too, young novitiate?” Her hand fell on his trembling knee, making a jolt rush through his slender frame. “Or are those of the Cloth excused from it?”
“Lying is a sin…” He stammered, a strange sensation seemed to crawl all over him. “…a most grievous sin, my lady.”
“So would you not be lying were you to say you do not find me desirous?”
“I… I cannot… I must not…”
“Young Eustace, you are not yet ordained, just a new acolyte in training,” Her hand slid up from his knee up his slender thigh, pushing his robe upward with the motion. “And if I were to seduce you, neither you nor I would have our eternal souls damned for all eternity.”
“My lady?” He felt his heart leap with terror as he realized what she intended. “I… I cannot say… I am not allowed…”
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