Priscilla had moaned at the feeling that shot through her body, and he had known it was something she liked. His other hand was still playing with her breasts, and Priscilla could feel the wetness grow even more.
Harold had stopped and came up to give her a kiss that promised so much. His eyes were alight with a fire that consumed them both.
He had kissed her neck, nipping at it, and kissed her body until he was down above her waist. His hand moved towards her private region, a spot that no one had ever touched before. He lightly ran a finger over her slit, and she jumped from the shock she felt.
Harold had looked up at her and smiled at that point, and moved the small bit lower so that his mouth was right above her sex. Priscilla had been nervous, but now she was excited as well. She moved her lower region up to invite him to do whatever he had planned.
His mouth first covered the nub that was her clitoris. He sucked it up, and her body thrilled from the feeling. She moaned loudly as he continued to work on that one little spot of her body. He moved his fingers in and out of her tight vagina and she screamed out as her very first orgasm hit her body.
That had been the first of many for the night, and for her time with Harold. He loved to please Priscilla, or for that fact any woman they had with them.
However, Priscilla liked to think of that first night. It had opened her eyes to a whole new world, one where this man, her husband, could make her fly into the sky.
After her first orgasm he hadn’t stopped, but changed his technique. He moved his tongue so that it was licking up and down her slit. He pushed it into her opening, invading her pussy with a tongue that she knew already by his kisses he could work so well.
He had her reaching her peak quickly again. She was soaked, and he was hard. Priscilla remembered the first time she saw him when he was fully excited. Her breath had been sucked in from the size of his member. He was huge, long, and very thick. Fear had passed through her mind for a second, but he had placed his fingers back to where his mouth had just been.
Harold had played with her pussy a bit more, and soon she was forgetting about the size of the member, and only wanted him to make love to her. He had obliged, Harold had been gentle at first, pushing into her very slowly.
Priscilla remembered that her body was screaming out for him to hurry and push all the way in, but her mind was cautioning her. He worked into her cunt and moved in and out slowly for a few minutes, her body was humming, crying out for the pleasure that was on the edge of explosion.
She had met his thrusts down by pushing her body up. He had sped up his thrusting and she had grabbed onto his shoulders, screaming out loudly as yet another plateau was hit by her body. Her mind reeled with the pleasure that was cascading throughout her body.
Priscilla had thought he would be done at this point, but he had continued. Rocking in and out of her, changing the speeds and directions of his movement. She had panted, her mind and body were in a spot they had never been, pleasure centers were wide open, she enjoyed wave after wave of the best feeling in the world as he made love to her that night.
Priscilla had no idea just how many times she had exploded with pleasure. It seemed to come non-stop as he continued to thrust into her. Harold was a machine in bed. He drove her wild and seemed to be able to last forever.
Finally, after who knows how long, he began speeding up his movement and finally he moaned as he spilled his seed into his new wife. They both were wet with sweat, both were breathing hard, and they rested. Priscilla remember that she fell asleep in his arms that night, they woke again a few hours later and she had pleased him for a bit, before he had made love to her once again.
The honeymoon had been a time where they discovered each other’s bodies and found out what drove the other one wild with pleasure. She had learned how to suck his cock just the way he liked, and how to move her mouth so that she would be able to make him crazy with want.
Priscilla had also learned that her as well as his appetite for sex was huge. Before the week was over she could barely walk from being so sore from the love making sessions. It hurt both of them, but the pleasure was more than the pain, so they had continued, working through the slight discomfort so that they could touch each other.
That night had begun a marriage that she was sure would last a lifetime. They never bored of touching each other’s bodies. The fact that they would sometimes bring in a person to the bedroom had nothing to do about being bored, but just experimenting.
Both of them had sex with other people. However, nothing ever matched to what it felt like between her and Harold. The sex was magnetic, amazing, and mind-blowing, but there was more. They had a special bond that no one would ever break.
Back to reality for Priscilla, and fast forward to the current moment. She looked around. They had guests from another village in today. Harold was listening to the story about their plight, and how they wanted some assistance from Harold and his men.
Priscilla had lost interest in the story a while back, and had taken a turn to the past. It was most likely because right now she really wanted to rip off Harold’s clothes and have him make love to her.
There was something about the way he dealt with people that made her so horny. She looked up at him and tried to concentrate once more on the conversation.
“You see they just keep attacking us, taking our food supply, soon we will all die.” One of the men said to Harold.
“So what do you want from us? Help with crops? Help with protection? What?” Harold asked.
Priscilla looked at his mouth that moment, and she escaped back to the past once again. Not to the honeymoon, but to a short time after they had come back to Ruthin and how life had been with Harold.
Harold was always very attentive to Priscilla and her needs. If she woke up and wanted him, he would make sure she had him. Of course that was because they were both always ready for love.
It had been late one night and Priscilla had awoken around 3 in the morning. Harold was beside her on the bed, she looked over at him, and that was it. She was ready for him, ready for his touch, and ready for him to screw her.
Priscilla had moved under the covers, they both slept naked, so she knew what she would find!
She lightly blew on his member as to say, “Here I am. Ready?” Then she put the tip of his penis into her mouth, and felt him stir. His hand came to rest on the top of her head before he even said a word.
“What a nice way to be awakened!” He had laughed, but the laugh was one that was full of lust and undertones of what was to come.
Priscilla didn’t say a word and only kept moving up and down on his dick. He was getting rock hard now. She loved how his huge cock filled up her mouth. He moaned as she continued to work her mouth up and down and around him.
Finally, he could take no more, so he sat up and picked her up, placing her on top of his rock hardness. She had slowly crept down moving her body ever so slightly, letting his member fill her up slowly.
She knew that as soon as she was fully on him she would be tempted to move quickly. But she felt like making slow love right now. Priscilla had looked in his eyes at that moment and smiled.
“Hello honey, hope you don’t mind!” She had said.
“Not at all, anytime.” Harold had replied.
Priscilla had enjoyed a slow pace just moving up and down, driving his cock deeply into her each and every time she went down fully. She had bent down and kissed him deeply, it almost pushed her over the edge as they kissed and moved together.
She could feel that an orgasm was close, so she sped up a bit more. Moving up and down quicker, and Harold would come up into her. He helped her by grabbing her waist and driving her down even harder and quicker, he could tell she was close.
The orgasm began slowly, but it covered her body in an instant as she shuddered with pleasure. Harold still had a hold of her waist. He was not done, so he kept driving her up and down quickly, she felt his dick swell up a bit inside of her righ
t before he spilled his seed into her on a down thrust. He held her there, and moved his body only as he finished with his orgasm.
They had collapsed together after that, and both had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
Priscilla smiled, not thinking about where she was and what was going on around her.
“Are you alright my dear?” One of the men asked her.
She woke up to the world around her. “Oh yes I’m so sorry.” She knew that the smile had come at an inappropriate time. “It’s just so painful, your story, I never understood why other people must take what is not theirs.”
The group and Harold all shook their heads in agreement. Priscilla thanked the Lord that she had said something that was appropriate for the moment. She tried to focus again on the situation that was going on around her. It would only be polite that she make comments now and then. Though Harold was the Duke of the manor, there were times when the Duchess should say something.
“How long have they been doing this now?” Priscilla asked.
“About 4 months now my Lady.” The man said.
“Harold, have we ever had any dealings with these people before?” She asked looking to her husband.
“If we have it was well before I was Duke. Perhaps my father did, however, he never said anything to me about them.” Harold had lost his father about 3 years ago now, so it was not something they would ever find out for sure.
“What would happen if we help?” Priscilla questioned.
“What do you mean if you help? If you don’t help, our village and all in it may perish.” The man said heatedly.
“Excuse me.” Harold’s voice boomed. “You do not ever speak to my wife in that manner. She is asking a question that I would ask. It’s not that we won’t help, but what will happen to our village if we do help you out? You see we are not cold people. However, to put our village in danger to help you, this is not something that I can do. We will send a troop, but not an army, to help you protect your farms. I want to know more about these people who attack you.”
The man had put his head down at the reprimand. But as he heard what Harold said, he nodded his head. The bit of help would be gladly accepted, and a hope of more in the future would be just that, a hope. “Yes Duke.”
Priscilla let herself slip back into the past. The parties were just finishing up the details of what Harold would do. She could lose herself in the past once again.
She thought back to the time when they had first invited the chambermaid into their life. Priscilla had seen Harold eye the maid occasionally, and knew what he was thinking. The maid, Cynthia, had a cute body, she was young, and might be a bit of fun in their bed.
They had just gotten back from a trip and Priscilla had stated to Harold that perhaps they should request a special meal from the maid. He had instantly knew what she was talking about, and looked at her to make sure she was sure. Priscilla had nodded her head, letting him know that this was a person who she found acceptable to allow into their private moments.
There weren’t many before this, and it was honestly a new concept to her yet. The maid though, could possibly open up a bit of sexual adventure for Priscilla herself. Another woman had never touched her before. But the maid, Harold and Priscilla might all, share in a bit of delight. The girl was indeed a pretty one, quite catching to the eye.
Of course, like most times, as soon as Priscilla and Harold had gotten to the manor and into their room they had been all over each other. Ripping clothes off of one another, and inserting body parts of Harold’s into her body parts!
However, it had worked out perfectly. The maid knocked on the door, and Harold called for her to enter the room, as he and Priscilla were making love. The girl had tried to be courteous and look away at first, but she had been drawn to the action. Priscilla had known the look in the young girl’s eyes at that moment, one of curiosity and a bit of fear.
Priscilla had helped ease her into various sexual acts, from sucking on Harold’s hard cock, to having Harold fuck her, and even having the maid lick Priscilla’s snatch. The action that night had been fun, and they had all had several orgasms.
She almost chuckled out loud thinking back to how Cynthia had first grabbed a hold of Harold’s dick. She hadn’t wanted to squeeze it, she was unsure of herself, but Priscilla told her a bit, as did Harold, and soon she was sucking his cock just like she had been doing it for years.
Harold had played with Cynthia’s boobs then, and Priscilla decided to try her first pussy. She lowered herself in between the girl’s legs and moved her tongue. She had never done this before, and was only doing what she thought would feel good, the same way Harold had licked her so many times. Cynthia had moaned as Priscilla had licked along the slit of her sex, and stopped at her clit. She had done the same sucking action that Harold did to her, and soon the maid was having an orgasm, the liquid spilled over Priscilla’s face.
By that time Harold was ready to fuck her, so he told her to get on his cock.
Harold had then ordered his wife to get on his face. He wanted to lick her snatch until she was in the sky with pleasure. Priscilla had easily and quickly accepted the order, and placed her pussy on his face.
His tongue worked the magic on her lower region and soon her juices were flowing constantly. The maid was moaning with pleasure as she had learned to rock back and forth on the cock that was in her. Priscilla reached out and grabbed onto the nipples of the maid and had played with them, which in turn sent her over the edge once again. As she watched the faces the maid made as she had an orgasm, Harold’s tongue had worked her to the point where she plateaued again, and Priscilla had moaned loudly and ground her pussy onto his face.
That day had been a glorious one, they all had fun, and they formed a lasting bond as well. The maid was still one of their favorites to invite into their bedroom. Sometimes they would even go to Cynthia’s for a day of fun, with other members of the village involved.
She looked up at Harold one more time and watched him deal with the man who had come from the other village. Harold was so authoritative it made her wet just watching him. She loved how he could perfectly control any situation. It was his charisma that helped him. It was that same charisma that had won her over quickly and had her stuck on him since their first dance.
“We really appreciate your help Duke McGuire. I know you need to find out more about the attackers as well. Really I do understand. Ma’am I am sorry for disrespecting you earlier, I had no intention of doing so.” The man stated, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.
“You are forgiven. I understand that you are under a lot of pressure right now. My husband will help straighten this situation out as best as he can, I am quite confident of this.” Priscilla smiled.
The fact was that she was not upset at all. This man was facing a big problem back I his own village. He didn’t have a lot of authority, and with villagers who were hungrier each and every day, he would just lose more control. It must have been hard for him to seek outside help as most of the men who weren’t people with titles but they were just people who really hated to admit they couldn’t protect their own villages.
Harold looked at Priscilla and he raised his eyebrows. It was the look that he gave her asking if she wanted to soon retreat to the bedroom for a bit of fun. She smiled broadly back at him, letting him know she was more than willing as soon as the details were ironed out. Since she had not been paying much attention though, she had no idea if they were actually done, or still working it out.
“Oh there you are Thomas, good. I need you to arrange a group of about 30 men to go along with Gregory here.” Harold told his lead guard.
“Yes sire.” Thomas answered and headed off to decide which men would be the best to send along.
“Again, I am quite grateful to you. I really do appreciate it so much. I have no idea how we will ever repay you.” The man stated.
Harold looked at his wife. She knew what he was asking with his eyes. Priscilla looked over
the man. He didn’t seem that bad. Overall, there were three of them in the group that had come to Ruthin. She closely studied each of them, sizing them up. In all of their escapades they had never had this many men to just her. If there had been more than two men, there would be another woman involved in the group. It was truly tempting for her, after all the attention would all be on her and the question was, could she handle it?
Thinking hard about it for a few minutes she finally shook her head yes.
“Well I tell you what, there is a way that you can make a down payment, kind of a ritual we have here in Ruthin.” Harold began.
“Yes, please, anything we can do to at least give something for the help.” One of the men spoke up.
Priscilla eyed him thinking that he might be fun! She hoped that they would go for it. After all it was a risk to offer them this ritual that only villagers usually got to enjoy. Harold and Priscilla loved sex, there was no doubt. But the last thing they would need is a bunch of people coming in from all over. Sure it would mean more workers, if they stayed. Which in fact many of the people who had visited in the past did just that. But the numbers were small, if word of Ruthin and this ritual got out, they might be flooded by people, and not necessarily the right people.
Their rules were strict. No one who was a crook, thief, murderer, or anyone who was lacking in the moral fiber to behave. That meant that a man shouldn’t not come in and just take what a girl is not offering. If he asks nicely and she refuses, then he should walk away. In the past they had a problem with this, and the man was quickly dealt with, and would never bother anyone again.
“First though, this is something that you cannot share with anyone. What happens here in Ruthin is going to stay here in Ruthin. If I find out that any of you four shave spoken a word of it, I will come for you personally, and deal with you. If you know what I mean.” Harold stated harshly.
“No your lord, of course if you say so, we will not speak of anything that happens.” the four men said together.
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