Becoming a Baroness
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“You must believe you married the village strumpet. Oh Robert, how could you encourage me?” Turning into him, she buried her head into his chest.
“I hardly had to push you at all, Lynette.” He chuckled as he brought her leg around his hip and edged her closer to his impossibly hard cock.
“Not now, Robert…I’m horrified by my behavior.” She smiled and brought her hand down to grip his long shaft.
“Are you now?”
Nodding shyly, she lowered her leg and kissed his chest, basking in his masculine scent.
“But you don’t seem so horrified.” Robert shuddered as she slid her hand up and down his hard member while kissing her way down his abdomen.
“Oh, but I am. I’m about to do something positively shameful. But you will keep this just between us, won’t you?” She whispered and looked up at his stunned expression.
“Of course, what are you doing?” He stuttered and shivered with hopeful anticipation.
“I once saw a maid do this to a very handsome stable boy. I didn’t know they were married, it was a secret, but if she could do this for her husband, I can do it for mine.” Looking up at Robert, hoping he would approve, Lynette licked the length of his thick cock, before slowly sliding it into her hot, greedy mouth.
“Lynette, please don’t stop. My love…please…” Winding his hand in her hair, he guided her head lower, watching her with rapt fascination as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was taking half of him, licking and sucking as her delicate hand gripped his shaft tightly. Overwhelmed with desire, she slowly slid more and more of his throbbing shaft down her throat. Desperate to please him, she began licking and swirling the underside of his cock with her tongue before attempting to swallow down as much as she could take. As much as he wanted the moment to last forever, he could only bear it a few minutes. The sensation and visual made it impossible for him to contain his need for her. Lifting her off of him, he tossed her on her back, spread her thighs and rammed his cock deep inside her sodden mound.
“Robert! Did you not like it?” As good as he felt, she worried she had left him unsatisfied.
“My darling, I loved it, but I couldn’t wait another second.” He groaned and grunted as he plundered her his wife’s fertile body, thrusting so powerfully she howled with immodest delight.
Rocking her hips dramatically as her body trembled with ecstatic energy, Lynette pushed Robert off and straddled his hips, riding him ruthlessly. She shuddered as she slid down his thick pole, shivering and rocking her hips as every delicious inch stretched her wider. Reaching behind her to grasp his thighs for balance, she slowly gyrated her hips and found her perfect pace.
“Robert! I’m so close!” Bouncing on his cock while he watched, she finally stopped when her body began to twist in multiple orgasmic convulsions making her fall forward on to Robert’s chest. Holding her tightly, he continued to thrust as he filled her with his potent seed. He prayed she would be with child soon. After leading a life surrounded by war and death, he longed for a real life, a real home with Lynette.
Lying in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, Robert became pensive. “I love you, Lynette. Everything I’ve done up to now brought me to you. I’ve done so many things that gnaw at my soul, things I’ve had to do for fear I would lose everything, possibly my life. When I saw your beautiful, frightened face that day, it struck me so profoundly, I felt certain I might finally know happiness because of you.”
“Are you happy?” She kissed his chin and smoothed the hair on his chest.
“I have never known a happier day than this last one.”
“We’ll have many more, Robert Malet. In my heart of hearts, I know I am yours. I don’t know how-- I prayed we’d grow to love one another, but I never thought it would happen so quickly.” Caressing his face, she felt herself getting lost in his beautiful blue eyes, the same ones that had so captivated her on the day they first met.
“You are mine, my love. I know you believe you were meant for another but…”
“No, don’t speak of him. I feel terrible.” She hid her face with her hands.
“Why? Are you ashamed that you love me?” He knew that was not the reason but he disliked her feeling sympathy towards another man.
“Of course not! I feel ashamed I could forsake his love so easily. He will be devastated when he learns I have married another. It will be a greater heartbreak when he learns you and I are in love. Please do not be angry with me. He and I have been friends since childhood. He has waited so long to marry me and would have married me weeks ago if my father had not prevented it. He has been waiting for my birthday and I only turned 18 two days ago.” She nestled her forehead against his heart, hoping he would not be hurt.
“I am not angry with you, but he was your cousin, was he not?” He looked down at her.
She nodded. “Fourth.”
“If you need to bribe the Pope to marry, you shouldn’t marry. It isn’t right. He will find someone else.” He kissed the top of her head, hoping to ease her worries.
“But your King is married to his cousin?”
“Yes, but I had no say in that.” He smiled and kissed her again. “Your cousin will not bother us, my love. I’m sure he will find someone else. You are my wife now. He will move on.”
Lynette sighed sadly. “You don’t know Edgar.”
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Continued and Concluded in The Spoils of War: Part 1 & 2
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