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by Georgia Fox


  When food was brought in for all the brothers, Raul fed her from his trencher, as if she was a pet. The others watched this little performance as they talked, catching up with their news. She read the hunger in their wolfish gazes whenever they looked her way. Black, silver or midnight blue, their eyes were equally turbulent and powerful.

  Dominigo remarked, "Your slave girl is very beautiful, Raul. Where did you find her?"

  "She came with the horse," he replied, his fingers pressing into her waist.

  "Two rides for the price of one, eh?"

  "You know me." Raul chuckled. "I always did love a bargain."

  "Let me know any time you want to trade. They're both fine mounts, and I always have room for more in my stable."

  Salvador cast his fierce dark gaze upon her across the table. "Ah, but our little brother does not care to share this one. He means to be greedy and keep her to himself."

  She felt Raul's thigh muscle tense under her bottom. "I'm not sure she's ready for sharing," he growled.

  The one called Sebastien exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you telling us she's a virgin?"

  The others laughed.

  "No. But I saw her first."

  "Of course you did, no one would deny it, little brother. No need to puff out your chest and strut like a cockerel."

  "I'm sure there is plenty to go around."

  "Would you leave us all to go hungry while you feast? Fine brother you are."

  "Save some little crumb for us, if you can spare it."

  More guffaws of laughter followed this and even Raul chuckled, shaking his head. His hand squeezed her waist. "I might not leave any for you. I might acquire a ravenous taste for this dish."

  "Remember you're a d'Anzeray. We share the spoils."

  Princesa was amused. They would fight over her like a toy, it seemed. So much for big grown men. Big, eager-eyed, handsome, lusty men. So many of them.

  She swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together, trying to deny the heaviness of wanton desire throbbing there at the thought of being surrounded by their powerful bodies.

  "Don't worry," Raul muttered, "I have not forgotten how we agreed to share. I know the way of things. But she owes me for taking her in and I have not even had her pussy yet."

  The brothers all looked at him in sheer disbelief.

  "Not fully," he clarified.

  There was another pause and then Salvador said softly, "Savoring her, eh? Then you should go first, of course, little brother."

  The air in the hall had changed again now, thickened with a primal humidity.

  Raul's hand swept from her waist to her hip. "We should ask Princesa."

  She looked at him in surprise. "Ask me?"

  Every eye around the table was watching her. She felt their admiration like invisible hands caressing her skin and her hair. Raul's fingertips pressing into her hip did nothing to quell the desire building in her pussy.

  "No man has ever asked," she said, her voice sounding silly and nervous to her ears. "Men take."

  Raul raised a finger to her cheek and swept a stray hair back behind her ear. "The d'Anzeray do not need to take women against their will."

  She studied his face solemnly. "Why? I suppose women have no will around you. They must be struck dumb as soon as they see your enormous cocks!"

  The brothers laughed, and Raul smiled. "See how mouthy she is, brothers? The burden I have taken on." He dropped his hand from her face to her knee and then slowly gathered her gown up, sliding the rough sackcloth over her thigh. "But her nether mouth speaks sweeter words." Her pressed his hand between her legs and would surely feel the moisture there.

  Princesa knew she blushed.

  "Well, bondslave, are you willing to be shared?" he asked huskily.

  She was puzzled. Earlier he had said she was his, inferring that he would not share her. Was he now taunted into it by his brothers, particularly the elder two? "What do you want, master?" She had promised to be a good, obedient slave, and perhaps this was another test to see if he might keep her and trust her.

  A fluttering flame stretched in her belly, starting deep inside her pussy and tickling until she had to fidget on Raul's knee, trying to ease the tension between her thighs.

  "You are restless, slave," he muttered, slipping a fingertip into her mouth and letting her suck the grease from it.

  She kept her countenance innocent. Or so she hoped.

  "Perhaps you would like to bathe while we are here?" he suggested softly.

  Oh, to bathe! Yes. She nodded. He reclaimed his finger and trailed the wet tip of it around her nipple where it pricked against her rough gown.

  Around the table his brothers fell silent, all watching.

  Suddenly it had become very hot on that winter's day.

  Chapter Six

  Raul knew his brothers were observing his slave with curiosity and lust. Since they all had similar tastes in women it was not unusual for conquests to be shared amongst them, and he knew his brothers would not hurt her. On the contrary. The d'Anzeray were skilled lovers taught by the best whores in France —wenches hired for them by their father as soon as they turned sixteen. Guillaume believed a man should be well-rounded in his abilities, skilled in the bedchamber as he was on the battleground. "Countries," he would say to his sons, "cannot be fully conquered until you win over the women too." That, he believed, was the key to a thorough and complete victory over the enemy. Women were not equal to men, of course, but a necessary evil. So his sons were well tutored in the arts of a lover. Sex, for them, was a competitive sport.

  Raul knew his little slave girl would not be left unsated tonight.

  Trouble was, he didn't know if he wanted to share this one.

  She was different.

  A hollow ache had begun somewhere in his chest, but since it was so strange and uncomfortable, he ignored it as best he could. He suspected it would only weaken him in the eyes of his brothers if he insisted on keeping her to himself. And really he should not mind the sharing. It had been done many times, and no one came away unsatisfied.

  He stroked two fingers over her cunny and felt her desire. For him or for his brothers? Or for all of them? His cock hardened and lifted in his chausses.

  "Kiss me, slave," he demanded suddenly, needing her mouth on his. Just the two of them while they still could.

  Princesa leaned over and did as he asked, her lips soft, almost timid. His other hand swept up to hold the back of her head while he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue against hers, tasting the wine she'd drunk.

  Around the table his brothers continued watching and their envy was palpable. It made his cock swell further.

  "Is she wet, brother?" Dominigo wanted to know, his voice low, rasping.

  He made them wait while he finished the kiss and then he replied. "Oh, yes." Raul wriggled a finger inside her pussy and kissed her again. She made a small mewling sound and when she squeezed her thighs together he feared she might take off his finger. Gently he whispered against her cheek, "Well, Princesa? Would you like to be serviced by the d'Anzeray studs? As you hear, they are eager for you, my beautiful slave girl. We like to share. This is how things are."

  "If I say no?" she murmured, her breath soft on his temple.

  "Then you and I will be alone tonight. I would not permit them unless you agree."

  She nodded. He played with the little hidden pearl within her, and she caught her breath.

  "But they will be insulted if I decline, I suppose," she added, her words punctuated by sharp little gasps.

  Raul replied wryly, "Undoubtedly." Not that they didn't have plenty of other women about the place, but his brothers might well feel aggrieved if he did not share this Pristino Belleza and they would tease him about it later. Any brother suspected of being enthralled by one woman was always tormented unmercifully until the fever passed. Which it always did, sooner or later.

  This woman, he reminded himself harshly, was not his anyway. She belonged to the Comte de Tourla
ville. As soon as he got her to Canterbury he would turn her over for the reward. He could not be distracted by the strange emotions she stirred within him. A man should always take care of his cock but never be led by it.

  "Turn then, and show them your pretty cunny." Raul moved her around on his lap and bundled her skirt higher to let his brothers view for themselves how wet she was.

  "Golden curls just like those upon her head," observed Dominigo.

  "Like little rays of sunshine," added Sebastien with a grin.

  "Move your fingers, Raul so we can see how damp she is."

  His slave parted her legs wider without being asked. Although her face was pink, he heard her breathing change to an excitable purr, felt her bottom squirming against his leather clad thigh as she tried to quell her desires. No doubt she'd been told it was sinful to want a good fucking. That was how women were raised, and she wasn't old enough yet to know differently, nor had the Comte made it very enjoyable for her, it seemed. Such a waste!

  "Christ, I'd love a quick sup at that," murmured Alonso. "I'm hungry as a horse over here." He grinned. "Hung like one too, Princesa."

  The brothers laughed.

  "Don't spend in your chausses, Lon."

  "But look at her. Damn it. He's teasing us with his pretty wench. I could have sworn her cunny just winked at me."

  Raul looked over at Salvador who was wiping his lips and staring hard at Princesa's sex. He knew he couldn't hold his brothers off for much longer and yes, Alonso was right; he was teasing them deliberately, showing off. It really wasn't fair to keep her all to himself.

  When he opened her gown to reveal her breasts too everyone fell silent for a while. A mouse could be heard scratching in one corner of the hall.

  "The slave girl desires a bath, Sal," he said, addressing his host quietly. "Can one be prepared for her?"

  His eldest brother smiled slowly, and there again was that wicked light breaking through the storm clouds in his eyes. "Oh, I'm certain we can tend to her every desire."

  * * * *

  A large, oval tub was brought into the hall for her—carried by two of his brothers. Servant girls filled it with buckets of heated water and sprinkled dried herbs over the surface. Then the great doors were closed with a rumble and Princesa was alone with the five d'Anzeray brothers.

  Raul removed her sackcloth gown and lifted her into the bath.

  She closed her eyes briefly as the warm water caressed her feet and legs to her knees. It was sheer luxury, especially with the sweet fragrance of the herbs drifting up to her nose. When she was with the Comte he had her bathed often, but since she ran away she had to make do with washing herself in streams and lakes—wherever she found clean water. It was never warm, and she'd usually had to share the water with ducks and geese.

  But not tonight. This was luxury.

  Her new master used a wooden bowl to scoop water and pour it over her shoulders, her breasts, her head. And while he did this, his brothers closed around the bath, removing their belts, tunics and hauberks. On each of them she spotted that same brand— the rampant lion she'd first seen on Raul's groin. Some of the brothers shaved their pubic hair it seemed, while on others the brand was partially hidden by black curls.

  The temperature of the scented water relaxed her limbs, and she almost felt drugged in a very pleasant way. No trepidation remained for what was about to happen. These men looked at her as if she was precious treasure, and she trusted Raul when he assured her she would not be forced to do anything she didn't want.

  Why did she trust him? Because he had fed her? Because he smiled at her and touched her with tenderness? Because he made soothing balm for her arse cheeks after he spanked them?

  It was pathetic, really— proof of how little kindness she'd known in her life, that she should be this ready to put herself into his hands even after so brief an acquaintance. She had no answer for why she leaned toward him as a plant reached for the sun. She just knew that it was so.

  Almost as soon as he'd touched her chin and asked about her scar, she'd felt his warmth like a fresh summer breeze on her face, drying old tears. Someone once, long ago, had told her that a man would come to claim her. That he would stop at nothing, because it was their destiny.

  For the first time in her life she was tempted to believe it.

  As the water flowed over her breast, Raul leaned in and took her wet nipple in his mouth. Behind her she felt hands cup her bottom. Not his hands; they belonged to another and they touched her carefully, exploring, squeezing. Someone softly remarked that they could see where she'd been punished the day before, and they planted damp kisses to her sore bottom in recompense.

  Then came other hands on her hair, her waist. Between her thighs. Surrounded, she could only stand still and let them examine her. Already there were fingers caressing her pussy lips—long fingers with callused pads that rubbed over her and part way inside her until she heard herself groan softly, wantonly.

  Raul raised his mouth from her distended nipple, stripped off his breeches and stepped into the bath with her. As he lowered his buttocks into the water his cock bobbed proudly, its head dark and already showing a glossy bead of semen at its tip. Now his head was level with her sex. On either side of her, Salvador and Dominigo lifted her legs out of the water, spread them wide, and held her for Raul's tongue.

  She shivered as he mouthed her greedily, just as he'd done the night before. Tonight, she thought with glee, she would not be left panting. She would be allowed to finish and many times, no doubt.

  "She looks ready for you, Raul."

  "Sounds it too."

  "Look how pink she is down there."

  "Christ, I wager she's sweet as honey."

  "Haste, haste!"

  "You wait your turn, Sebastien. Respect your elders!"

  "Elders? I'm only two years younger than Raul."

  "But he found her. It is his right to enjoy her first, and he can take as long as he needs." Having spoken sternly, Dominigo cupped her breast with his free hand and suddenly grinned. "Let's just hope he doesn't take all night about it. For all our sakes."

  "We've all seen how he likes to eat cunny," Alonso exclaimed drily. "We could all be grey before he's done."

  Sebastien snorted. "They say the last quim he tongue fucked in Normandy is still wet and quivering."

  Raul took his mouth from her sex, to complain, "How can a man concentrate with all this chattering?"

  So his brothers fell restlessly silent while he steadily drove her to climax with his tongue. She tried to hold back, but the cry of delight shot out of her, too wild to be restrained. As she moved her hips frantically, the men holding her let out a loud cheer and she wondered whether the other inhabitants of the manor would know what went on within those timber walls.

  Raul leaned back and slowly the two eldest brothers lowered her into the water, but kept her legs lifted. It was almost a reverent gesture, she thought. Ceremonial.

  They all watched as Raul's cock parted her pouty pussy lips for the first time and she was speared upon his tall, hard penis in the water. It filled her, stretched her, made her cry out at the intensity of the penetration. From this angle, with strong arms holding her, she had no control over the fucking. His brothers lifted and lowered her, lifted and lowered her. It was as if they were servicing their brother with her body. Ripples became waves that slapped and spanked at her thighs and her arse each time they brought her back down. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and lay in puddles on the floor around it.

  Meanwhile, Alonso and Sebastien knelt on either side to watch, fondling their own cocks and commenting on the fullness of her bouncing breasts. One of them gathered her hair and held it to one side, tangling his fingers in it, marveling aloud at the color.

  Raul's eyes were half-closed, his head tipped back as he gripped the sides of the tub and thrust up into her body.

  "Ouch," she gasped, feeling impaled like a spatch-cocked bird.

  Salvador growled, "How does she
feel, brother?"

  "Like silk," he panted. "Hot silk. Any minute now...slow down or I'll come."

  The two younger brothers protested, "Don't slow down. Make him come."

  "He's had long enough."

  Raul cursed, half-laughing as he thrust again and once more she felt as if he'd hit her womb with his cock. The friction inside her pussy was incredible. She trembled, trying to catch her breath.

  Dominigo, with one of her legs still hooked over his arm, used the fingers of his free hand between her buttocks and pressed a finger into her anus. "I'm going in here when it's my turn," he whispered in her ear, causing a hapless shiver of wicked delight to run through her entire body. The tip of his tongue lapped at the side of her neck, just as Raul thrust hard a third time and started to spill his seed inside her. There was so much of it that she thought she could taste it in the back of her throat.

  He had claimed her. She was elated.

  Still moving his finger in and out of her anus, Domingo laughed softly. "Will you suck my cock, Princesa? It weeps for your attention."

  Breathless, she nodded. Now they set her legs down in the bath and Raul held her waist, keeping his semi-deflated cock inside her. Domingo offered his massive prick for her tasting, but before she gave her lips to that task, Salvador suddenly grabbed her chin, forced her head around toward him, and kissed her. His tongue took fierce possession, drained a sigh from her throat, and then he bent his head to enjoy those aching nipples.

  It was the beginning of a long and glorious feasting for all.

  Chapter Seven

  They laid her down on fleeces, furs and skins by the great fire. She was clean now from head to toe as all five brothers had taken special care of her, washing her hair, wiping her down with their hands in the water.

  Raul watched her with concern, moving hair out of her face, kissing her gently. He wanted her again already, but he had staked his claim first and now he must be patient. In fact he was surprised the elder brothers let him have her first. Had they sensed she was something new?

  Salvador took his place between her legs next while Alonso and Sebastien each suckled a breast.

 

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