by Ann Jacobs
“All right, my friends. The Lady Evelyn is mine in deed as well as words, as is Lady Margaret now my brother’s true wife. As Lord of Misrule, I order you all to seek your own beds. Prepare for more festivities on the morrow!” Gavin’s voice rang out, his authority unquestionable.
“Thank you, my lord.”
“You are welcome. I’d not cause you discomfort, but our guests demanded that they be allowed to bear witness to our joining.” Bracing his upper body on his elbows, he bent and brushed her lips with his own. “They are leaving now. And they’ll not return.”
Evelyn brushed a lock of dark hair off her husband’s forehead. “I beg your forgiveness for my deception, Gavin. I’d not have it cast a pall on our marriage.”
“‘Tis all right, sweeting. ‘Tis my pleasure to have found a bride who takes pleasure in the marriage bed. One who keeps my cock stiff and ready any time she’s near.” He laid his head on Evelyn’s breast and drew a nipple into his mouth.
As he rocked in and out of her dripping cunt, she grew hotter and wetter with each stroke. “Oh yesss. Fuck me harder. Please.”
Her clit tingled every time Gavin ground his hips and brushed it with the rigid base of his cock. God’s blood, but having him fuck her like this—as though his whole mind centered on her—made her every reaction more intense. Hotter.
Vaguely her mind registered that Will was also moving on Meggie, his rhythm in perfect harmony with Gavin’s. Meggie’s little whimpers triggered her own ecstatic moans as the pressure built in her cunt, began spreading…bursting…blinding her with its intensity. Oh God in heaven, she was dying. Scalding waves of the most intense pleasure she’d ever known washed over her, made her gasp for breath.
Was that her scream? Or Meggie’s? Evelyn was past thinking. Past anything but savoring the exquisite pleasure that flowed from Gavin’s pulsating cock in her cunt, consumed her in a burst of delicious sensations. His shout, and the hard bursts of his seed into her womb set off yet another wave of intense pleasure…
* * * * *
As the sun rose, illuminating the tower room he’d shared with Will since they left the nursery, Gavin lay between his wife and Will’s. His cock throbbed in Meggie’s mouth while he feasted on Evelyn’s creamy cunt. The ruby-glass plug in her ass shone in the sunlight. At this moment he couldn’t figure why he’d been so angry at her deception. Why it had taken so long for him to realize what a jewel he now possessed.
God’s nightshirt, but he’d been given a prize. Ripe and buxom and hot-blooded as hell. Not to mention that she’d elevated him from knight to lord with the saying of their vows. On top of that, Gavin liked his bride. Enjoyed being with her outside their bedchamber as well as in it. Yes, he was one lucky man. Wanting to hear her scream with pleasure, he sucked her swollen clit between his teeth and flailed it with his tongue. Will had her mouth, tongue-fucking it the way he’d tongue-fucked Meggie’s earlier.
Now Meggie sucked his cock, tangling her tongue in the ring when she licked the drops of lubrication from it. The way she clutched his ass cheeks, digging in with her nails while Evelyn held onto his waist, drove him wild. When Will plowed Meggie’s cunt, she moved her mouth in that same rhythm on Gavin’s cock.
Gavin plunged his tongue deep into Evelyn’s cunt, savored her cream. His balls tightened as Meggie sucked him harder, deeper.
“My God, Meggie. I’m cominggg!” Will shouted.
Meggie clamped down on Gavin’s cock, her whimpers reverberating on his distended flesh. He gasped at the delicious sensation, half withdrew the dildo from Evelyn’s sweet ass and plunged it back in, hard, while he latched onto her clit with his mouth and sucked hard.
The first waves of his climax shook him. Shook them. Hot, hard jets of semen bounced off Meggie’s throat, making her swallow. That motion triggered more spasms, more come. As Meggie swallowed the last of his come, Evelyn screamed out her pleasure. And Will collapsed onto Meggie, pressing her skinny body into Gavin’s while he wrapped his arms about his wife’s quaking thighs.
“Damn it, Will, roll over. Hold your wife and let me hold mine.”
* * * * *
“‘Twill be the last time we all four share each other, I vow,” Gavin told Evelyn later as she lay with him after Will and Meggie had left the room.
“Why, my lord husband? I find sharing exhilarating.”
“Because I’d honor my vows?” The smile he gave her nearly took her breath away. “Nay. ‘Tis that I’m greedy. I’d have my beautiful, buxom bride all to myself. Think one man can see to all your carnal needs, love?”
He called her “love”. Did he mean it? Dared she admit she loved him, too? “We shall see, husband. May I assume you’ve truly forgiven me for my little deception on Christmas Eve?”
“I forgave you days ago.” He looked at her, merriment and mischief showing in his dark eyes, his quirky grin. “I think, though, you need a lesson, so you won’t try to deceive me again. Rise. Fetch yon riding whip from atop my trunk. I’ll punish you now, and the deed will be hence forgotten.”
Her milky ass cheeks felt soft as silk to Gavin as he positioned her across his thighs to take her punishment. “So pretty. So soft. Pity to turn them red and sore.” Reluctantly, for he hated to hurt his love, he raised and lowered the crop once…twice…three times. Welts stared up at him, made him cringe at the thought he was hurting her.
“More. Punish me more, my lord.”
He hit her again, harder this time. She yelped, but begged him to continue. Shifting the crop to his other hand, he reached between her legs, felt her honey flowing. “Mayhaps I’ll use this in our loveplay since you like it so well.”
“Oh, yesss. Please fuck me now. Fuck me hard and well.”
Slowly he slid her onto the bed, face up, sliding between her thighs and looping her legs over his shoulders. “With pleasure. And with love. Open to me, wife, I’d fill you with my seed.”
Evelyn sighed. “And with love. Always with love.”
After she came, after she’d wrung the last drop of seed from his exhausted cock, Evelyn rolled onto her side and cupped his face between her soft hands. “I love you, too, my husband. Forever.”
Epilogue
Summerfield Castle, Christmastide, 1179
‘Twas Christmas Eve, a time for prayer and celebration—and revelry about to be presided over by his third son Henry, just knighted by his uncle ere he came home for the holiday. Earl Rolfe stretched his long legs before him, wondered if fourteen years hence he’d be having an iron maidens fit on Alisa, who now tugged on his knee, begging for a ride. Just yesterday he’d caught Henry and Alfred fucking with a willing serf girl in the hunting lodge their brothers used to use for some of their debauchery.
Rolfe stared into the flame, his mood reflective. Two years ago today he’d given Jasmine the daughter they’d wanted for years. Two years ago this blessed season, Gavin and Will had taken brides. And nearly two years ago, once the Epiphany had passed, they’d rid the northern marches of the scourge of Clan MacFarlane.
“Papa?”
“Yes, sweeting.” Though he loved all his children, his little girl held a special place in his heart.
“Play wif’ nef…”
“You want to play with your nephews? Ask your nanny to take you to them.” Rolfe imagined his young namesake, just three months old, was partaking of nourishment from his mama’s now-bounteous breasts, and that Gavin’s twins would be wakening from their naps. “Run along now. I’d spend some time alone with your mama ere we go to the hall for the noontide meal.”
“The season has her excited beyond all,” he told Jasmine when she joined him on the settle before the fire. “Happy Christmas, my love.”
“Yes. ‘Tis happy indeed to have everyone home…and to know Gavin will be moving within an hour’s ride once he rebuilds that rockpile Meggie’s sire once called a castle.”
Rolfe stroked Jasmine’s thigh, as firm and slender now as it had been years ago when he took her as his leman and then his br
ide. “You cannot wait to have his twins nearby to spoil, as you spoil Will and Meggie’s now. Admit it.”
“All right. I do want them close to spoil them. But also so I may see how well the match you made for Gavin has turned out. It makes me happy to know it’s not property but love that keeps a smile on my boy’s face.”
“‘Tis strange. Motherhood has slimmed Evelyn while it’s fattened Meggie.” His cock twitching as he inhaled Jasmine’s familiar scent, Rolfe slid his hand higher, caressed her slit through the layers of her shift and gown. “They change, whilst you bear my babes and stay as lovely as you were the day we met.”
Turning into his embrace, Jasmine laughed. “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, love. It warms me to know you see me now as I was then—even though my reflection in the garden pool tells me otherwise. Come, let me show you how much I love you…how much I love how you love me.”
Later, sated and content, Rolfe and Jasmine lay among the furs in their cozy bed. “Rolfe?”
“Yes, sweeting.” He turned his head, met her sapphire gaze.
“I wonder if our twin sons still share each other’s wives.”
“What?” He’d explained their wedding night away as a one-time ritual understandable for brothers who’d shared their mother’s womb.
“I’ve known since they weren’t much older than Henry is now.” She ran a teasing finger down his chest, stopping to tweak the rings in his nipples ere moving on to stroke his jeweled cock.
“That ended the day after their weddings, I believe. Like me, our sons seem content with the women they married.”
“I suppose now all we must do is worry about Henry and Alfred,” she said, cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.
Rolfe laughed. “I fear our worries about them will be naught, compared with what we’ll face with Alisa when the time comes. ‘Tis no way she can be her parents’ daughter and not give us a trial.”
“Mayhaps you should marry her off ere she’s out of nappies, then.”
“Or mayhaps not. I welcome the challenge of keeping our daughter from the hands of lechers like our sons.” He noticed Jasmine’s grin, decided to say it before she could. “And like me.”
“Thank God, like you. We’d best rise and see to our family and guests. Rolfe, I love you now as I’ve loved you for twenty-four long years.”
“I, too. I pray we’ll have as many more.”