The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “We have credible intelligence from the spy network that members of the royal family are under threat of assassination,” Bradford said, pushing back his long brown hair that had gone gray at the temples.

  “Again?” Roderick said without emotion.

  Bradford frowned at his son. “This is a serious threat to your life and the lives of all your family,” he said, wanting to bark out the gravity of the situation to his son, but keeping his voice restrained for appearances in front of the family guard.

  “The last serious threat was a half-drunk woodcutter who was hired by Lord Argovain, I believe. A lord so minor he had never been to court but felt slighted when you took over his lands and he felt you didn’t give him enough gold for what you took.”

  “The man was still inside the palace with a weapon.”

  “He was drunk and had a rusty, bent sword. He was no threat,” Roderick said, exasperated.

  His father regarded him a long moment. “Nevertheless, you will go nowhere inside or outside the palace without an arm bodyguard. Inside the palace you can have just your man with you, outside a squad of no less than four.”

  Roderick didn’t feel like arguing. “Fine. What about other family members?”

  “Same rule applies to everyone.”

  “Including…?”

  “Including your wife and mistress,” Bradford said, not wanting to draw out the conversation any further.

  Roderick brightened. “Excellent. Can I choose my own internal man?”

  “Yes.”

  “Excellent.”

  “It’s good to have a bodyman I know and trust,” Roderick said to the man walking next to him.

  “I’m not really trained to be a bodyguard,” said Eirik.

  They were making their way through the long corridors of the palace, ignoring all the servants bustling about. “Doesn’t matter. Father said I could choose whomever I wanted and I chose you.”

  “Being old friends from a few campaigns in the army isn’t exactly the best way to select a bodyguard,” Eirik grinned.

  “You’re still a captain in the army,” Roderick pointed out. “Unattached to any company right now. You’re the perfect bodyguard because I trust you. I’ve seen you in action.”

  “The only action you and I have ever seen has been in whorehouses, not the battlefield,” Eirik pointed out.

  Roderick paused at the door to his private apartments. “That’s an ever better reason to have you next to me at all times.” He unlocked the door, nodded to the two guards standing on either side of the heavy wooden portal, and walked in. The guards were stone-faced and gave no indication they even saw Roderick and his friend.

  The apartments were entered via a short corridor that opened to the bedroom. “My lord I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Roderick smiled happily to see his mistress lounging on his bed. She rolled to her side and got to her knees as he walked in. He was pleased to see that she wore only a loose skirt low around her waist so it showed off her stomach but hid her cunt. Her breasts were full and bare and when she realized that Roderick wasn’t alone, she almost brought up her hands to hide her nudity, but then realized that perhaps her lover wouldn’t want that and she quickly regained her composure. “So I see,” he said, amused at her emotional distress at the presence of an unknown man.

  “I didn’t know you were having a guest,” Pauline said. “I should not have intruded in your apartments. I’ll leave.”

  “No,” he stayed her. “There’s no reason to leave.” Roderick fell onto the edge of the bed, twisting his body so he was half-seated. “Captain Eirik Broadess, please meet Pauline Petnard.”

  Always smooth and unruffled by turns of events, Eirik made a half bow to Pauline. “My lady, such a pleasure to meet you.” He displayed manners more in line with the ballroom than the bedroom, and manners that should have been reserved for a woman of breeding, not a jumped up woman of questionable family and motives. Still, Pauline extended her hand as if she were in a formal drawing room and allowed Eirik to take it in his and lightly kiss her fingers.

  “She’s no lady,” Roderick said, amused at the display of manners they were both putting on. “She’s my mistress.”

  “I might have hazarded that guess,” said Eirik, allowing his eyes to travel over Pauline’s full breasts and rounded stomach. “She carries your child?”

  Roderick laughed while he reached out and caressed Pauline’s bulging belly. She smiled at him, unsure what was going on, but happy to do whatever her lover needed, not just to please him, but to carry out the duties of her family as well. “Of course. If the slut has someone else’s bastard in her belly, I’ll have to execute her and the child.” The joke was coarse and inappropriate, but Eirik and Pauline laughed politely anyway.

  “I’ll take my leave,” said Eirik after the moment had passed. He watched as Roderick let his hand travel down Pauline’s body to her thigh, and then up her thigh and under her skirt. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen Roderick do such things before—he certainly had—but always before it was with whores, not a woman of some standing carrying the prince’s child.

  “No you won’t,” said Roderick. “You’re my bodyguard; you’re supposed to be with me all the time unless someone takes over for me.”

  “Be that as it may, I don’t think you want me to watch you with your mistress.”

  “Of course not,” Roderick agreed. “I want to watch you fuck her.”

  Eirik chuckled and then saw that his friend was serious. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to fuck your mistress.”

  Roderick affected the air of a man done a minor injustice. “Why not? What about all those whores we shared in Arvignon?”

  “Those were whores,” Eirik pointed out. He nodded to Pauline. “She’s a lady of breeding.”

  “She’s a lady—barely—who has been bred,” countered Roderick. “I’ve taken my pleasure in her. Now I want to watch while you take your pleasure in her.”

  “You want me to fuck your pregnant mistress,” Eirik said, making sure he understood his friend correctly.

  “It’s not like she’s going to get any more pregnant,” Roderick pointed out. And she loves to be fucked. Her cunt craves cock like a drunken lord craves wine.”

  Pauline should have been offended at the suggestion that she service her prince’s friend. She wasn’t a whore after all. She had been raised as a courtesan not a coquette. She should have been offended and upset…except for the fact that her cunt did desire cock like a drunken lord needed wine. That added to the fact that Captain Broadess was actually more handsome than Prince Roderick made it easy to give in to his wishes. She wasn’t going to say no to something that pleased her lover. There were risks of course—this might be a test for her to fail—but she was willing to accept those risks.

  A silence had permeated the bedroom when Roderick had made his assessment of her character and need of crude sex. Seeing that Eirik wasn’t going to seize the initiative, she decided to push things forward. Tugging the thin skirt down her legs to reveal her cunt, she said to her lover’s best friend, “How do you want me, my captain?”

  This delighted Roderick. “Oh ho! See how eager she is for it, Eirik? She might act like a coquette, but she’s the best type of coquette. Go ahead and show her what she’s up against.”

  Roderick’s statement was puzzling and Pauline glanced at him before going down on all fours and crawling across the bed toward where the men stood. She allowed her hips to sway back and forth, giving a small show of her body, not that there was much to reveal at this point. Her belly and breasts hung heavily downward while her rounded ass jutted up into the air. It was a vulgar display and Pauline enjoyed performing it.

  Shaking his head, Eirik tossed his dark blue captain’s jacket onto the overstuff chair next to the bed and placed his sword and belt on top of it. He watched Pauline approach him and started unbuttoning his white shirt, eager to get to the meat of their encounter. Her eyes were level with his
crotch and she could clearly see the outline of his enlarged cock under the heavy uniform trousers. What he promised her was indeed a treat.

  “Don’t mind me,” said Roderick as he took a seat in the wooden chair next to the bed. “I’ll keep guard…and a close watch.”

  The pair was already ignoring him. Pauline was unsure if she should embrace the captain and kiss him to possibly enrage and arouse her lover. It would be a risk, for certain, but she reasoned it was all part of the show. Bu then Eirik tossed aside his shirt, revealing an incredibly muscular chest lightly covered with black curly hair, and yanked off his boots to allow him to remove his trousers. He did this all quickly and she wondered if it was from military practice or just a general eagerness to get to business. But when he dropped his trousers, she found herself mesmerized by his cock.

  It was huge. She had seen more than a few cocks in her time, both in person and in art, but this was the largest she had ever encountered close up. It wasn’t extremely long, and in fact might have been a bit shorter than Roderick’s—it was hard to tell because he wasn’t fully erect yet—but it was easily twice as stout as any man’s. She reached for it and quickly discovered that her hand couldn’t wrap fully around it.

  “How many woman have you split in half with this thing of joy?” she asked and before he could answer, she licked him from the base of the underside all the way to the tip, tasting the dribble of precum that was leaking.

  Roderick chuckled from his position in the viewing chair. “The whores of Arvignon made him pay double to fuck them,” he commented. “But they all loved it once he got it in them.”

  Pauline just nodded absently, barely listening to Roderick. She was fascinated by Eirik’s cock. It was a shade darker than the rest of his body and had a definite reddish tint, like it was angry or a deadly weapon. Once she gripped it, she could feel his heat and the blood rushing through it. There was a definite throb to his took, in time with his heartbeat. His desire was obvious and she assumed he was smart enough to sense her own arousal.

  “Use it,” Roderick encouraged her.

  His mistress didn’t need to be told twice. She opened her mouth wide and found her lips just barely accommodated Eirik’s massive member. It was almost painful to take him inside of her. He didn’t penetrate very deeply into her mouth and that was a good thing because she was certain he wouldn’t just gag her, but he’d make her choke.

  “Remember the redheaded bint in Careeral?” Roderick asked his friend.

  Eirik’s eyes were half closed, but he heard his friend’s words. “Uh huh. She was a true whore. Managed to get all of me in her mouth.”

  “I think you broke her jaw,” Roderick laughed. “Don’t do that to my mistress.”

  “Never,” Eirik replied and pulled back from Pauline’s eager mouth. “I’d rather have her cunt.” He hurriedly added, “If you don’t mind.”

  “That’s what I brought you here for,” said Roderick. He was gently rubbing himself through his pants, not really masturbating, but keeping himself on edge just to keep the moment more interesting. “Turn around, Pauline. Stay on all fours, let him fuck you like an animal.”

  The mistress didn’t need to be told twice. She did as she was commanded, but went down on her forearms, arching up her back a bit to better display her sex to Eirik, spreading wide her knees to give him the access he needed and to open herself up. The woman wasn’t a fool. She knew that taking his cock wasn’t going to be an easy task, but she was more than willing to try.

  Eirik kneeled behind her, cock in hand, as he got into position. Once he was close enough, he could feel how wet her cunt was, along with her heat. He didn’t just shove his manhood into her sex. He had been with more than enough women to know the procedure; even with a woman who was fully aroused, he had to go slowly and carefully if he didn’t want to hurt her. It might be one thing to put a whore out of commission for a few days, but damaging the prince’s mistress was undoubtedly a capital offense regardless of his close friendship with Roderick.

  He rubbed his cock’s length along her open slit several times, getting it wet with her effusion, before he introduced the head between her lips. It took him a moment to get seated, but once he began parting her lips, Pauline groaned at the invasion. It was easy at first, but as he went deeper and deeper with little strokes, she felt fuller than she had ever before in her life.

  “Enjoying yourself, my dear?” asked Roderick with some delight. She was facing him across the bed and as much as she wanted to say something, the pain mixed with the pleasure was overcoming her vocal abilities. It was all she could do to nod just a little.

  “Of course you are,” he said in agreement. “Such a good slut you are. You aren’t the first slut to enjoy Eirik’s cock more than she was able to admit.” He reached out and caressed her face, putting his thumb between her lips, letting her suck on it. His eyes flicked back to Eirik who was holding Pauline’s hips as he carefully began rocking his hips back and forth to pleasure himself using the slut’s cunt. “Don’t break her,” Roderick cautioned him.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it, my prince,” the captain replied with an amused smile. He gripped Pauline’s hips tighter and started fucking her faster.

  The noises the woman made were halfway between the painful cries of an animal and a woman in the heat of passion.

  Roderick opened up his trousers and pulled out his cock. Resting one knee on the edge of the bed, he presented his cock to Pauline’s face. “Suck me. Show me you can handle two men at once, you whore.”

  Even with her bulging belly and Eirik’s massive cock in her cunt, Pauline had little trouble handling Roderick’s cock in her mouth. She rocked her body back and forth, taking pleasure in Eirik’s cock stretching her cunt in directions she didn’t know she could accommodate, while at the same time lovingly sucking Roderick’s manhood to show him that she was his willing lover in every way possible.

  The two men ignored each other for a minute before the settled into using Roderick’s mistress. Once they were acclimated, they looked up at each other and grinned. “Just like old times, eh friend?” Roderick asked.

  Eirik grunted once before answering. “If you consider old times to be reliving our tours of the whorehouses of Arvignon, then yes.” He slapped Pauline hard on her upraised ass. “She fucks like a whore,” he commented.

  Roderick grabbed Pauline’s face between his hands and pushed his cock as deeply into her throat as possible. Her eyes went wide but she was able to accommodate his need. “Are you calling my mistress, the mother-to-be of my child, a whore?”

  Not backing down in the least, Eirik firmly dug his fingers into Pauline’s hips and slammed into her as hard as he dared. “That’s. Exactly. What. I’m. Calling. Her.”

  When he came, she could feel the throbbing of his cock inside her. His cum felt incredibly hot and she moaned around Roderick’s cock. Before she knew it, she was cumming as well, her entire body shaking but held in place by the two men. It was too much and she had to push Roderick out of her mouth so she could properly breathe and let out the sounds of her orgasm.

  “I’m quite offended,” Roderick said with some amusement as he stepped onto the floor. His cock was standing rigid, pointing up at the ceiling with its usual curved aplomb. He wanted to cum but he also wanted to see what was going to happen with his best friend and his lover. “You’ve always taken my cock so well before, be it in mouth or cunt.”

  “I’m sorry, my prince,” she gasped as she crouched on the bed. Eirik was still inside her. It took him some time to detumesce to the point where it was easy to uncouple from his conquests. “It was all too much.”

  “You haven’t had her ass?” asked Eirik as he finally withdrew from Pauline’s cunt.

  Roderick was mildly amused. “Of course not. She’s a lady of good standing. Not some cheap whore from Cunt Lane behind the priest’s chapel.”

  Eirik laughed as he slid off the bed. “It looks like you have a bit of a problem,” he said, gazing
at Roderick’s still rigid member.

  “Not at all, my friend. You’ve warmed up my mistress’s cunt. It should be hot and inviting now. I don’t see a problem at all.”

  Roderick walked around the bed to where Eirik had recently been. Instead of just kneeling behind Pauline like Eirik had, he instead rolled Pauline to her back. After putting a pillow under her ass, she was adequately angled so that he could enter her while kneeling and not crush her stomach.

  “You’ve been fucking another man, haven’t you,” he accused his mistress.

  The look of surprise and confusion on her face was priceless to Roderick. Her cunt was hot and sloppy from Eirik’s leavings. It had been far too long since he had shared a woman like this with Eirik. “My prince?” she asked in confusion as he began fucking her.

  “A true and loyal trollop,” said Eirik as he dropped into the observation chair. His cock fell heavily on his thigh and as he watched Roderick fuck Pauline, it started to rise again. Pauline was in for a long evening that would truly wear her out.

  “You think?” Roderick asked as he put Pauline’s ankles up over his shoulders to penetrate her deeply. He knew he was driving deeper than Eirik, which bolstered his confidence. “I think she’s nothing more than ditchwater doxy willing to spread her legs for the latest cock to come along.”

  Eirik was mildly surprised at his friend’s verbal abuse of his mistress, but that was not for him to judge. His hand went to his cock and he wondered if Roderick would give him another chance with the slut. It was a relief to fuck a woman whom he knew he couldn’t get pregnant…but that made him wonder if Roderick had some basis to his vocal humiliation and degradation of the woman.

  “If she doesn’t produce for you,” Eirik pondered aloud, “maybe you can sell her to one of the flesh mongers. The red light district is always looking for fresh castoffs.” While he watched them fuck, his hand had unconsciously gone to his rising cock and he idly stroked himself.

  Pauline was panting heavily. She had one had on her fleshy breast and was pinching the nipple. She was on the edge and desperately wanted to cum before Roderick finished. His cock was hitting her in the right places inside her cunt, but she needed her clit, her little pleasure nub, properly stimulated.