“I suppose, if you like it…then you should enjoy it.”
“Oh, I will, believe me.”
I didn't doubt that for one second. She suckled each nipple, massaging and laving, while the fire crackled and popped. I moved my legs slightly, and the air chilled me, because I had become incredibly wet. Her hand skimmed my tummy, rubbing the soft flesh gently, while blazing a path to those regions so inflamed, they throbbed. When she finally arrived at her destination, her finger slid over me far too easily.
“Oh, you’re delightfully wet.”
“Um…I am.” I struggled to keep from moaning. Fingers manipulated the scalloped edges of my flesh, as she played in this area. She shifted, and her hot breath fanned out over me. “Oh, Helen. You…shouldn’t.”
“I want to eat now. You smell so nice. You’re horribly aroused.”
“No…”
“I beg to differ.”
The heated pad of her tongue dipped into the interior of my sex. I gasped at the sensation, and, as she wiggled inside of me, I sighed with bliss. I shuddered then, when a finger pushed against my nub, moving it from side to side. This, in combination with her tongue, left my body tensing pleasurably. I’d given up the struggle to remain unaffected. She was extraordinarily adept at this, knowing exactly how much pressure to exert against my clitoris. I glanced at her, finding her eyes on me.
“Oh, Helen.” I had been seduced by men before who had performed the same task, but none of them had ever felt this good. I collapsed against the pillows, giving in to her completely. Lifting my hips, I met her mouth, thereby increasing the sensations. “Ooohhh…” The feeling of something warm and slinky inside of me was my undoing, and, as I shuddered with release, she thrust a finger in deep, driving it back and forth. “Helen!” Tiny tremors left me convulsing, arching my back off the pillow. When at last, the smallest tingles receded, I glanced at my seducer.
“You enjoyed that.”
I wished orgasms lasted longer. “You were so nice.”
“You were nice,” she laughed. “I want to do that again, once you’ve recovered.”
“If you must.” I sounded tired.
She leaned over me. “What shall we do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m as heated as you are, maybe more so. How shall you pleasure me?”
I glanced at her. “What do you want me to do?”
Something sparked in her eyes. “I have an idea.” She snatched the pillow beneath my head. “I need this.”
“What are you doing?”
She used it to brace herself, lifting her bottom in the air. “Take me from behind.”
This request was stunning. “How?”
“Lick me. All of me.”
Never having touched a woman before, I approached with caution. “I’m not sure what you mean.” Her pussy glistened with moisture, nearly hidden behind tufts of blondish hair. A slightly musky aroma emanated from her.
“Touch me. Stroke me.”
“If I must.”
“Yes, you must.” Her voice was husky and low.
The buttocks before me were larger than my own. The pale curves were generously rounded. I touched her, feeling the warmth of the skin. Brazenly, I lowered, brushing against a blonde patch of hair, which hid moisture. What held my attention was the tiny hole of her anus. It was drawn together by pink skin with a slight opening, barely perceivable. My fingers dipped into her folds, feeling a satiny wetness.
This elicited a lengthy groan from her. “Oh, yes. I like that.”
I kissed one cheek, detecting an even muskier aroma, which had originated in her rectum. The wine I had drunk emboldened me, leading me to entertain a series of naughty thoughts. As I attended to her womanhood, rubbing her to even greater wetness, while dipping inwards and stroking, I continued to kiss her bottom.
“Oh, this is…so nice, Charlotte. I wish…I wish you would lick me.”
My tongue ran across her flesh, tasting salt. “Like that?”
“Yes, but more in the middle.”
I gasped inwardly. She had been thinking the same thing as I. I tingled and throbbed; my own arousal had returned full force. It astounded me to even consider such a perverted thing, in such a dirty place, but, at that moment, the desire to taste her was all-powerful.
“Please, Charlotte. Don’t be shy. I’ll do it to you later.”
She sounded nearly desperate with need, her voice cracking. As I neared the puckered hole, I felt a pull, a tiny shiver of a thrill that I would be pleasuring her in this way. Yet, whilst I reached out and prodded her with the tip of my tongue, I smiled inwardly knowing that she would enjoy the treatment almost as much as I would enjoy performing it on her. It would be our secret after all, and no one would ever know what had happened here.
“Oh, God…”
While I drove into the satiny folds of her pussy with my fingers, my tongue ran across the creases of her anus, pushing inwards slightly. The musky aroma continued to tease me, but it had lessened considerably. Helen’s moans filled the room, encouraging me to take even more of what she offered. She dripped with my saliva, while I reamed her even deeper. I licked and prodded, alternating between the two, until she shuddered, lifting her buttocks higher.
“Oh! My word! Ooohhh…” She trembled against my mouth, the force of the climax tearing through her.
It was mildly confounding to know that I had succeeded in bringing a woman to pleasure.
Chapter Six
We continued our naughty play throughout the night, collapsing into bed, naked and utterly spent. I’d never slept in the arms of a woman before, but Helen and I seemed to fit together perfectly. Someone clearing his throat brought me out of a sound sleep. It was bright in the room, as streams of light fell through the space in the draperies. Our bed was shrouded with a curtain, and, as I glanced up, I saw the image of a man standing nearby, smiling.
“I wasn’t expecting this.” It was Rupert.
“Um…my Lord?”
“Are you naked, my dear?”
The shock of having been caught in bed with Helen propelled me to grasp the blankets, bringing them up to my chin. “I…suppose so, my Lord.”
“What is it?” Helen turned from me, glancing at Rupert. “Oh, dear.”
“I found the door blocked as well. I suppose you didn’t want anyone to intrude while you were occupied, eh?” He didn’t seem angry at finding his wife with another woman. If anything, he looked amused.
“Sir, dear husband…I’m…we…it was hot last night, sir. We were so very hot, and the clothing was also too hot,” I finished lamely.
“I can imagine.” He grin was mischievous. “I suppose I should thank Helen for entertaining my wife.”
“I did my best, Lord Colby.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“Where were you? What happened?”
“We drove the scoundrels from the harbor, Charlotte. They’re gone now.”
“From Dorset?”
“And the surrounds. Good riddance, I say.”
I grinned broadly. “Marvelous. Does this mean you won’t leave me again?”
“Not unless I’m called upon.”
“I’m so happy, Rupert.” I crawled over the bed and hugged him, not caring about being naked.
“You smell like sex.”
“Oh, sir. Really. You mustn’t say that.”
“You’re a naughty wife, Charlotte. I can’t leave you alone for one night without you engaging in something carnal.”
“That’s not true, my Lord. It was her doing.” I pointed an accusing finger at Helen. “She’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing. She seduced me.”
“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about. We slept naked. Nothing untoward has occurred.” Helen said these words with a straight face.
“And she’s a terrible liar,” laughed Rupert. “It matters not. Get dressed. It’s beautiful outside. Let’s not waste the day, as bad weather may arrive later.”
“Yes, my dear.”
An hour later, my husband and I took a stroll through the nearby woods, our feet coated in mud, as the ground was saturated. Seeing him again so soon had filled me with immeasurable joy. I hadn’t expected him for days.
“Is it truly over now?”
“The invasion?”
“Yes.”
“Are you really here?”
He held out his arms. “I am. In the flesh.”
“I’ve missed you all these years.”
“Have you really?” He looked amused. “You never knew me, Charlotte. We were strangers. We still are, actually.”
“You’re not a wife beater, are you? How bad is your temper?”
He blinked. “I’ve never hit a woman in anger nor will I.”
“Helen knew someone whose husband beat her to death.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. It does happen, unfortunately.”
“It’s a sad story.”
“And you were comforting her?”
“I don’t wish to discuss it.”
“There are quite a few things I have yet to learn about your time with the heathens. Do you care to tell me what happened?”
I would tread carefully through this discussion. “We were invaded in the morning. The bells in the village rang, but it was too late. Father bade us to flee to the monastery, and we thought we would find shelter there.”
“That was actually the worst place to be.”
“Yes, we came to realize that.”
“Then what happened?”
“There were so many people: men, women, mothers with babies, serfs, and children. It was chaos. The door flung open, and this enormous barbarian appeared dressed in a helmet and chainmail. His sword glinted in the sun. Many men followed him. Dozens.” I strode ahead by several feet, while Rupert loitered. “Then I remember running with Emma, and we followed the road for some time. There was fighting there, and then someone directed us into the woods. I thought we could hide, but they found us.”
“Then you were taken by Lord Vapnfjord?”
“Yes, and then the nightmare truly began.” I hated this tiny fib, but I didn’t want him to think the worst of me.
“You were kept in your house?”
“Yes.”
“I know you were seduced, Charlotte. I don’t care. My only concern is your welfare.”
This was astonishing. “Thank you, my Lord.”
“I can see you’re worried about what I might think of you. I don’t blame you at all for submitting. You were doing your best to survive.”
There was a wealth of meaning behind those words. “Your understanding greatly relieves me.”
He glanced upwards. “Drats. It’s beginning to rain.”
“We should turn around.”
His hand closed over mine, and he squeezed me. “Yes, let’s go home.”
“Shall we try again tomorrow?”
He grinned. “Absolutely.”
A burden had been lifted from my shoulders. My husband would not punish me or condemn me for having survived the invasion and the willful seduction I had endured. Not all men were as understanding in these matters. Far too many women would suffer, not only from the atrocities they had endured, but also from the condemnation of their own people. Mother had already begun to re-write history, which was slightly mystifying. As far as she was concerned, all of us had sought refuge at the monastery, and no harm had come to us. She seemed entirely justified in this endeavor, and Emma and I would quietly go along and follow her lead. The village needn’t know about what we had done.
That evening, as we sat at the dinner table, I gazed at my husband, who kept us entertained with stories of his adventures in Constantinople and all the amusements of the Emperor’s palace. I imbibed several cups of wine, feeling heady and tingling. I sat next to Helen and had felt her hand on my thigh more than once, which was disconcerting. As we toasted the end of the Viking incursion, I began to pick up peculiar vibrations, especially between Helen and Rupert. I knew he found her interesting, as he smiled her way often. I would have seethed with jealously, had I not known that she preferred women, but I had my doubts now.
After dinner, we retired to the solar, while the Lambert’s slept in the great hall. I turned to Rupert, who had begun to undress. “You like Helen.”
“What?”
“You smiled at her all night long.” My hands were on my hips.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“No. I saw it with my own eyes. You like her.”
“She’s a handsome woman.”
“Ha!”
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m more than jealous. I’m angry.”
“What about you?” He pointed at me. “You and Helen.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I caught you in her arms this morning. If anyone has explaining to do, it's you.”
I gasped. “I was sleeping!”
“Yes, what were you doing before?”
“Drinking wine.”
“And?”
“T-talking.” He’d advanced on me. There was a certain gleam in his eye that sent a tingle up my spine. I backed into the bed.
“I smelled sex this morning. It’s a rather distinctive aroma, my dear. You were doing more than talking.”
“You shouldn’t have left me.”
His head snapped backwards slightly. “What?”
“You left me. We haven’t even had a proper honeymoon, and you left. This is the first time we’ve ever been alone, and now were having a row.”
“Just admit your ills, and I shall forgive you.”
“Admit my ills?”
“Yes.”
“I…have nothing to confess. If I feel the need to unburden myself, then I’ll go to church and speak to the clergy.”
Humor registered in his look. “To be a fly on the wall of that conversation. I’m sure he’ll find the discussion…er…uplifting.”
I hit him in the arm. “Ouf! You’re incorrigible.”
“Is that what I am? I’m relieved to find that I have a spirited wife. I remembered you as painfully shy.”
“I’ve changed, sir.”
“Indeed you have.” He pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. “You’re a delight, my dear. I’m a lucky man.”
I wanted to continue to argue with him, but I wasn’t able. His handsome face lingered over mine, his dark eyes glinting with desire. “Oh, my Lord. I’m so happy you’ve returned. Kiss me.”
“You never cease to amaze.”
I wrapped my legs around his midsection, pulling him to me. “Let’s not talk, husband. We’ve better things to do. We can argue later, if you wish.”
He laughed at that.
Our lips met, but I needed so much more from him than a chaste peck on the mouth. I thrust my tongue out, meeting his, and savoring the slinky wetness. He smelled of mead, which was honeyed perfection with a hint of tobacco. He and Lord Lambert had shared a pipe after dinner. None of it mattered at the moment, as I sought to devour him whole.
“My goodness.” He’d barely come up for breath before I took his lip between my teeth, biting gently. “Charlotte!”
“Oh.” I tugged on his trousers. “Take these off.”
He untied the laces while I divested myself of the tunic and under dresses. We were naked within minutes and kissing again, our mouths and bodies fused.
“Am I interrupting?” The soft female voice snapped me out of an erotic fog. I glanced over Rupert’s shoulder to find Helen standing in the doorway. She held a bottle of wine. “I’m so sorry.”
“You should’ve knocked.” I sat up, grasping a blanket, feeling as if I had been doused with cold water.
“I’ll just leave this here. I’m truly sorry.”
“No you’re not,” I accused. “You did this on purpose.” A slight tinge of pink appeared on each of her cheekbones. “You came all this way for a reason, Helen. What is it?” Her smile was contrite, yet there was someth
ing else in her look that I recognized. It was the mask of arousal. I had seen it often enough last night.
“I meant no harm.”
Rupert did little to hide himself from her view, while his member jutted before him. He sat on the bed next to me, staring at Helen. I quelled the jealously that had appeared, hoping she would leave.
“You meant no harm? Then what do you want?”
“Nothing. I’m terribly sorry I intruded. Forgive me.”
“You’ve no husband, Helen,” said Rupert. “Was it my cock you came to see?”
My mouth hung open, as I stared at him. “What a dreadful thing to ask.”
“She hasn’t been able to stop looking at it.”
“You haven’t hid it, my Lord.” I tossed a portion of the blanket over his anatomy. “There. That’s much better.”
“You were with her last night.” He pointed at Helen.
I hardly knew how to respond to that. “And?”
“You know one another. You’re lovers.”
“Well, not really. It was an indiscretion I wish to forget.” I glanced at Helen, who did not seem to be in any rush to exit the chamber. “What do you want?”
“I only wish to be of service.”
“She has no husband.”
I glanced at Rupert. “What’s that to mean? Because she has none of her own, she is welcome to mine?”
“I shared you with her.”
“You weren’t here, my Lord.”
“Now I am.”
I understood all too well his meaning. The fact that he would be amiable to entertaining another woman in our bed left me mildly confused, yet suddenly tingling in unmentionable places. I couldn’t possibly invite Helen to our bed, could I? That would be unseemly.
“What are you suggesting, sir?”
“What do you think?”
“Now we’re playing games?”
A slight smile curved his lips upwards. “If you enjoy that kind of thing.” He leaned nearer, whispering in my ear, “I’d not object, if she stayed. The possibilities are quite thrilling, are they not? What did she do to you last night?”
“Sir.” I couldn’t possibly tell him what had happened. Heat singed my cheeks just thinking about what we had done. My husband wanted her to join us in every way imaginable. I struggled to quell a tingling that had begun between my thighs and in my tummy. “I defer to you, my Lord. I’ll do whatever you wish.”
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