by Georgia Fox
"Silence, wench," Raul exclaimed, breathing hard, heart pounding in his chest. "Why did you run from me?" He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back, making her look at him.
"I won't go back to him," she cried. "You may as well kill me here and now. I won't go back."
His brothers had backed away, leaving this to him. After all, he'd found this one, and she would be his to deal with when it came to discipline. Unless he asked one of the others to take over the task. No doubt they would. Eagerly.
Raul crouched in the hay at her side and released her hair. She was scowling, naked now and stunningly beautiful, even with mud up her legs and spattered across her face. "I am not giving you back to Tourlaville."
Her scowl deepened. "I don't believe you."
He sighed. "Had you waited for me at the blacksmith's forge, as I instructed, I could have told you...I'm keeping you." Feeling awkward with his brothers watching, he thrust the gift bundle into her hands. It was wet now with rain. "Open it, Princesa."
After a moment, she obeyed, her eyes still uncertain and watching his face, until eventually she glanced down to see what he'd given her.
"I hope it will fit," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "I saw a woman in the market wearing it, and I thought it would look better on you."
* * * *
It was a new woolen gown, the color of dark plums, and complete with a linen under-shift. The sort of garments fine ladies wore. She'd never had anything like this, although she'd imagined it many times.
"I made a trade with her husband," he was saying.
"What with?"
"My knife to his throat."
What could she say to that?
"Put it on," Raul stood. "You'll need a fancy gown for the ceremony."
Clutching the soft material to her naked body she gazed up at him. "Ceremony?"
"Marriage, of course. You do want to marry me, don't you?"
He'd gone all blurry because her tears were in the way. "Marry you? A filthy Norman pig? But I hate you."
She heard him laugh. "I'll take that as a yes."
* * * *
When they returned to Salvador's fortress she learned that marriage to Raul would mean something different to what she'd expected when he first asked. Before the vows were said before a priest, Raul took her aside and explained, "When you marry me, Princesa, you'll marry my brothers too. Do you understand this?"
She swallowed and looked over to where his brothers sat waiting. "How will I...? I mean, what is...?" Her voice drifted off as her throat dried up, for she had a feeling she knew what he was saying.
Raul took her face in his hands and made her look at him. He kissed her slowly, carefully. As his lips withdrew he said quietly, "When you mate with a d'Anzeray you do so with all of us. Not only those who are here, but the other two as well. Those you have not yet met."
She looked at his lips. "You mean to share me then?"
"We do already, my love. You will always be protected by the seven of us."
Her heart warmed to the thought of being so safe at last. It helped, of course, that he had called her "my love" in such a sweet, unconscious way.
"One day, if my brothers bring home wives, it will be the same for them too," he added, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "We will always share."
"I see. Then I must share you with other women?" She didn't like the sound of that so much, but perhaps she was being selfish since he was willing to share her with his brothers.
He smiled. "I'm sure you will be grateful for the rest from me in time, Princesa."
She couldn't imagine such a moment would ever occur, but she nodded, trying to come to terms with the idea.
"From this day onward," he kissed her palms very gently and lovingly, "you are not just mine, you are ours to love and cherish for the rest of our lives."
She would never be lonely, cold and hungry again, she realized. After today she would be taken into their pack, defended and cosseted. She truly would become a very pampered princess.
"My brothers," he confirmed with a whisper, "will spoil you terribly, I fear. They are not all as strict as me."
"Now that idea I do like."
He rolled his eyes. "I thought you would. Now, come. My brothers are eager to prepare you for the wedding."
"Prepare me?"
"They will bathe you, shave you and dress you."
"Shave me?"
"Don't worry. They are skilled with a razor. It won't hurt."
"Shave me?"
He took her arm and walked her across the hall. "Your pudenda must be shaved for the branding."
Princesa felt her lips fall open, but she couldn't get any sound out. Her gaze had suddenly alighted on the fire where a cruel looking implement was being heated. His brothers had laid a fleece on the table, along with a bowl of water, some soap and a razor.
"Oh, no, no, no," she managed, trying to pull away.
"Princesa, please." He embraced her for a deep kiss. "I love you. Do this for us. Become one with us."
She stared up at him, her heart racing. "It will hurt me."
He shook his head and passed her a full goblet of wine. "Drink this. It has special herbs to make you drowsy. You won't sleep, but the pain will be numbed."
Princesa concluded she was indeed mad to even consider this. He said he loved her. Was that enough?
* * * *
He knew she was fearful. Her gaze darted back and forth from the razor to the branding iron in the fire. It was understandable, of course. But he wanted her so badly. Needed her. There was nothing else for it but to take her into the family and once the mark of d'Anzeray was upon her she would be theirs. It was a rite of passage into the clan. The brothers had gathered last night while she slept and discussed how their plan would work. Their father's words to them had put the idea into their heads that they should have a harem. A harem of seven women and they would share.
Princesa would be their first inductee.
"I will be conscious while they brand me?" she murmured, her lips tense.
"But you will barely feel a thing. The wine will help." He pressed the cup into her hand and finally she took it, lowering her lips to drink the potion.
"I suppose I have nothing to lose, considering I'm a penniless whore bondslave."
He smiled. "I thought you were a lost princess. Is that not what you told me?"
She stuck out her tongue and it was stained from the wine. "True."
"And now you can be a princess found, my love. By us."
Taking a deep breath, she raised the cup in a silent toast and downed the rest with one gulp.
Chapter Eleven
Almost at once her head felt heavy, her tongue thick. She blinked to clear the foggy edges of her sight.
On tiptoe, she placed a kiss to Raul's lips.
He looked a little surprised, and then he smiled broadly and looked rather proud as he led her to the table. There he helped her out of the mantle she wore and up onto the nicked wooden surface. She waited while the mantle was spread out to give her some comfort and then she lay on her back.
She was naked, but it was not for the first time with these brothers so she felt no shyness. In fact her pulse was leaping about like a spring lamb. She was giddy with excitement. Must be the wine, she mused. Dominigo held her hands to the table above her head, while Sebastien and Alonso each took one of her ankles, spreading her legs slowly until she was wide open and exposed.
While Salvador was preparing her sex with soap lather, the doors of the hall opened and a flock of villagers entered. Princesa turned her head and stared. No one had told her this would be witnessed, and she felt a little burst of sharp anger mixed with humiliation, but it passed, soon dulled away by the effects of the drugged wine. Well, everyone would know now that she was their property.
"It is good for them to see that you are ours," Raul whispered in her ear, leaning over the table to stroke her belly and her thighs. "They will celebrate the marriage with us
. Lie still."
Lie still? With Salvador standing over her pussy with a sharpened blade in his hand she didn't need to be told twice.
The villagers were seated on benches a few feet away from them, where they could see all that happened on the table. They would be looking at her most private parts, she thought drowsily. A slow, steady, spiraling arousal twisted in her loins and made her lower body feel heavy. Through narrowed eyes she glanced down her body and watched as Salvador drew the blade over her vulva. She barely felt it, but she heard the crowd chattering and then the clink of the razor each time he rinsed it in the bowl of water. Her heartbeat slowed as she grew accustomed to the rhythm of his strokes across her mound. Well, there went all her pretty gold curls. But they would grow back.
"Raul, come hold her lips."
She blinked sleepily and watched Raul move down the table to stand near his eldest brother. He smiled at her, leaned in and held her labia between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and lifting so that Salvador could shave her even more intimately without risk of cutting the fleshy, roused pussy lips.
"Be still," she was urged again.
Oh, had she moved? Perhaps she grew too excited and lifted her bottom, as was her tendency when aroused. Salvador bent over her pussy, concentrating and focused. Raul moved her labia from side to side, and it occurred to Princesa that if she felt that, would she not also feel the iron brand when it was held to her skin?
She tried to swallow but her mouth was too dry. When she opened it to speak, nothing but a giggle came out.
Somewhere to her right, the villagers laughed and shouted. They were enjoying this display and looking at her nakedness. But they were not allowed to touch her. From now on, she thought with pride, she was a d'Anzeray and their exclusive playmate.
Salvador moved aside with his razor and bowl of soapy water. That part was done.
She glanced down and tried to sit up a little, but Dominigo tightened his hold on her wrists and the two younger brothers still held her ankles.
Now came the branding. She stiffened and closed her eyes.
All around her the brothers were whispering. She could almost feel their excitement beating through their palms as they held her down. It raced from them and into her like a fever, and she was caught up in it, perspiring, dizzy.
She heard the low clank of metal and then the crowd fell silent, awestruck. Princesa had to open her eyes and watch. It was no good, she must see.
Raul was between her spread legs, the heated iron in his hand. She felt that glowing hot cloud implement coming closer and then....
For a moment there was pain, searing and exquisite.
Over in an instant.
She was branded by the d'Anzeray.
A soothing poultice was placed quickly over her entire sex, and the audience cheered.
Princesa had found her home and her family. She had no need to pretend anymore. Tears trickled down her face.
* * * *
Raul knelt up on the table and checked under the poultice of ice. The mark was perfect. He kissed it. "Does it hurt, Princesa?"
She shook her head, her eyes gleaming with tears.
"Are you sure?" he demanded, worried.
"I cry because I am happy," she assured him. "I belong here now. With you."
"Good." Then it was time to get the marriage and the breeding underway.
His brothers were stripping off to have their turn at the new wife and if he didn't make haste Salvador might push him off the table to have her first, being the eldest. Raul's cock was hard as marble after the branding, seeing her give herself to his family so fearlessly. Now she lay relaxed across the mantle and since Dominigo had released her wrists she was touching herself, arching her spine and stretching, uninhibited and sensual.
Looking down at her, running his hands over her slender belly, he hoped they would soon see it grow with a babe— the next generation. Raul vowed solemnly to treasure his wife and bondslave forever.
* * * *
Her new husband mounted her there and then, on the trestle table while the villagers were still leaving the hall. Some turned back to watch, mouths agape, and had to be pushed out by Sebastien and Alonso.
Princesa discovered that her hairless pussy made everything much more sensitive and now that the drugs had worn off she realized how deeply aroused she was by what they'd done to her. There was no other feeling like it in the world and when his cock filled her once again she cried out with sheer joy, throwing her arms around his wide shoulders and burying her face in his neck.
"I love you, Princesa," he whispered. "Give us a son."
There was nothing she could want more, and nine months from that day she would deliver a child safely to her seven loving masters. They would all be its sire, for no one knew for sure which arrow had hit the target, but they shared the fatherly duties in all respects, not just in the contribution of their seed.
This is how things were.
And thus a lost princess became found.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Georgia Fox has lived in many different places, including a canal boat, but sadly never in a windmill or a lighthouse. Maybe that's next! She loves good company, spicy food, thought-provoking erotica and excellent brandy. She also enjoys pushing the boundaries.
In her life she’s done a little bit of everything and somehow lived to tell the tales. Except those she's legally bound not to spill - for now.
She doesn’t believe in fairies, ghosts, flying saucers or conspiracy theories.
But she still believes in love.
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