Dedicated: MF Priest and Single Mother

by Clara Jenkins

  “Come with me to get that cleaned up,” Brendan the crown prince said. Everyone murmured among themselves as he led her toward a smaller tent, and Leanna found herself getting nervous.

  “Why do they whisper like that?”

  “Have you ever heard the expression that boys will be boys?” Even in the moonlight she could see the handsome man’s smirk. “They know what is inevitably to come. Yes I am going to dress the wound the great hawk gave you, but I’m the crown prince. I get to lie with you first.”

  “Well, at least we’re not making this awkward by trying to be subtle about it,” Leanna said full of sarcasm. Luckily the crown prince took it in stride as he opened the tent flap for her and led her inside.

  It was smaller than the room the families had their meeting in, but it was still nicer than what she expected. There was a bed made of mats and furs and a few other trunks of supplies where he had a map of what must have been his kingdom and nearby provinces of other rulers. She recognized the shape of Laurelasa even in the near darkness. The flower their kingdom was named for depicted in blob of white.

  “Come here,” he said. He poured some water from a canteen onto a cloth and wiped the blood from her arm before he found a container of green paste that he rubbed over the wound and wrapped in a bandage. It smelled like herbs and she could feel the skin tingle under the gauze. “You’ll have a scar, but don’t worry we all do.” He pushed up his sleeve to show her six similar looking scars curled around his forearm. “When you are born in the family, the ritual happens when you’re thirteen.”

  Linnea looked at the man. He might have been a few years older than Cavan, it was hard to tell with the beard. He was confident and, though she should have been afraid for what her life was about to become, she found herself not afraid of the him. She looked over at the strange bed made of furs and took a deep breath.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  Brendan smiled at her, putting his palm against her cheek. “That’s okay. I promise I will make you as comfortable as I can.”

  He delicately helped her out of her cloak and gown before he told her to lie on the bed. Linnea felt very aware of herself, her ivory skin feeling cold in the night air, and the fur from the bed feeling luxurious underneath her. She watched as the crown prince removed his various layers before he stood before her, hand on his manhood, looking her over with approval.

  “I said it when you arrived and I will continue to say it. You are beautiful, like a goddess.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

  He crawled onto the furs and lay beside her. Linnea braced herself for him to be rough and forceful, but he was so cautious. He ran his fingers through her hair before he kissed her tenderly. It wasn’t long before she was letting down her guard and kissing him back, running her hands over his broad shoulders and arms. She worried about the pain, but she was not afraid of the man who eventually made his way to lie on top of her.

  Linnea didn’t know what surprised her more. The fact that when he finally entered her that it did not hurt as bad as everyone said it was going to, or the fact that she found herself enjoying it after he began to fall into a rhythm of thrusting. It seemed the faster and harder that he pumped his cock in and out of her, the better she felt. She found it harder and harder to hold back moans and noises of pleasure so that she eventually stopped trying to be refined and let her instincts take over. Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, her muscles began to tighten until a sensation rocked through her body, and she was grabbing onto Brendan for fear that the feeling would go away. This seemed to excite him even more because he was soon screaming and falling down on top of her. Then it was over, nothing left but their gasping breaths.

  Linnea felt tingly and tired as Brendan rolled off of her and propped himself up on one of his elbows. He kissed her tenderly before he said, “That was great and it was only your first time. If you get more experienced you may be the death of me.” He kissed her again. “I hope it was good for you too.”

  Linnea nodded, surprised at the course of events that led her to this moment and even more surprised that she wasn’t feeling revolted or scared. “It was better than I could have imagined.”

  Brenden pulled her flush with his body, wrapping her arm around her stomach. “Welcome to the family,” he whispered in her ear.

  Chapter 3

  The following morning, the camp was packed up so that they could head back to the Family Hawke’s palace. The men were busy with preparations. Linnea and her handmaiden ate their breakfast in peace.

  “My lady,” Penina hissed over her tea, “are you feeling okay? What was it like?” The maiden was a year older than Linnea and still a virgin herself.

  “It was not what I expected at all,” Linnea admitted. “Everything I ever heard about the Family Hawke made them sound like wild heathens. The crown prince was very kind and gentle. He even made it pleasurable for me.” The sex from the previous evening played over and over in her mind and it made her body ache with want.

  “Do you think the other prince will be as kind?” Penina asked. “It seems he’s always brooding.”

  Linnea looked up to see the younger brother walking across the clearing with several bags of supplies. His dark eyes took her in and Linnea smiled at him, not having said a word to him yet. She vowed that she would talk to him on their journey. To make this unconventional situation work, she figured the more comfortable she was, the better. “I don’t know,” Linnea answered, “but I’m going to find out.”

  When everything was loaded up, they asked if she wanted to ride with her handmaiden in one to the wagons and she insisted that she’d rather ride her horse. As soon as the group was on their way and Brendan was busy riding up by his father, Leanna made her way to the younger prince.

  “Your horse is beautiful,” she said. It wasn’t a hard compliment to make, the dapple-gray horse was handsome just like its rider.

  “Thank you,” he replied, much more subdued than his older brother.

  “It’s Carter, right?” she asked. Linnea had heard his father call him that name but she wanted to be sure. When he nodded, she added, “I’m Linnea.”

  “I know who you are,” he replied. “Our fathers have been talking for weeks. I heard all about the red-haired beauty from Laurelasa.”

  The young man’s response shocked Linnea. She knew about the Family Hawke she knew about how they were taking over empire after empire, but she did not know anything about the individuals that were members of the family. Had this strange arrangement been on the table for longer than their meeting the previous day. Is that why her father had wanted her to come along. Linnea didn’t know what to think.

  “Don’t let that upset you,” Carter urged. “We are all merely game pieces in our fathers’ and ultimately, our higher powers’ greater plan.”

  It was then that Linnea realized that she and Carter had a lot in common. They were both second born. Laurelasa would belong to Cavan one day, just as the Family Hawke would be passed to Brendan when his father could no longer rule. In a typical situation, Carter might have been married to an eldest daughter. She would not be able to rule officially because she was a woman, and she would be his queen. This was not how the Family Hawke worked though. Instead he would be used in other ways. To help produce heirs and future Hawkes. Perhaps he would be Brendan’s chief advisor. But there was no throne for him.

  “It’s a lot to take in,” Linnea admitted. “But I’m doing better than I thought I would.”

  They spent the remainder of their journey talking about Carter’s home, Hawke’s castle that was called Hawke’s Nest. He explained that it was high on a mountain and that it was cold and snowy most of the year. Linnea thought back to how Laurelasa was often in bloom except for a month or two out of the year. She already felt cold and they weren't even there yet.

  ***

  They made their camp for the night, and after a hot meal, Linnea found herself feeling nervous. S
he knew that this would be the night that she would have to go off with Carter. After what she’d done with Brendan last night, she knew what to expect, but something still made her heart race. Carter was different. Carter wasn’t the happy go lucky loyal assistant to his father. He could feel that he was bitter, that he wasn’t exactly falling for all these old traditions that his family had done for generations. She wondered if Carter had been born first and Brendan second if their roles would have been reversed.

  Carter sat on the outer edge of the group as always. Linnea crept up to him and tried to smile when his dark eyes found hers. “I believe it’s your night.”

  “I always figured Brendan would get you first and I’d get the leftovers, maybe after you gave him a child.”

  Linnea tried to keep her composure strong. “If I am a member of the Family Hawke now, I’d like for things to be fair.”

  Carter studied her with interest. “Oh really?”

  Linnea nodded and before she could say another word, before Brendan or anyone else could make a protest, he was grasping her hand and pulling her toward another tent. A tent was smaller than even his older brother’s, but it was still large enough to provide a space for what they were about to do. She noticed a single trunk in the corner and a smaller but still fur covered bedroll. Carter spun her around and smashed his lips against hers and Linnea found herself gasping as he held her tightly against him.

  She had a feeling this was going to be very different from her night with Brendan.

  While he wasn’t so rough, it was painful and scary. He pushed her onto the bed and made her sit on her knees while he pulled down his pants. An erect, angry looking cock snapped to attention and he brought it over to her so that she was eye level with it.

  “I heard you were a virgin,” he said. “Until last night.” When Linnea nodded, he asked, “Do you know how do other things to a man?”

  Linnea shook her head. She would never have wanted to do anything that would mark her reputation or make her father look bad. Now that didn’t matter.

  Carter told her what he desired. At first Linnea looked up at him with wide eyes. People did that to each other? They really pleasured a man with their mouth? Linnea knew she couldn’t refuse him and figured that she had nothing to lose. She wrapped her lips around his member and used her tongue to draw circles around it. When he responded, it gave her encouragement to continue. She took his cock deeper into her mouth and was close to her throat. Then she released him before she would suck him again. Each time Carter hissed and swore so she’d bob faster and take more of him into her mouth that before she knew it, she had so much of him in her that he was going down her throat.

  Just when she was starting to feel confident, Carter had her stop going down on him and told her to get on her hands and knees facing away from him. She gasped when he pulled up the layers of her skirts so that they lay on her shoulders and pushed her down so that her head touched the furs on the bed.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” he urged. “But I will not be gentle.” Then he entered her womanhood and began to pump into her with such a force that it bordered on pounding.

  Linnea felt that same amazing feeling almost immediately and she grabbed onto the blankets tightly when she tipped over the edge and screamed out in pleasure. Carter swore as he continued to make love to her through her orgasm. She arched her back and screamed again when Carter slapped her on her bottom. She hadn’t been expecting it and felt the sting but she didn’t want him to stop. In fact, it spurred her on. She tried to counter what he was doing, meeting for every thrust.

  The tempo quickened and Linnea lost herself again when he reached between her legs and touched her in a way that Brendan had not. She screamed nonsense and she knew that if anyone hadn’t known where she and Carter had gone, it would have been obvious by her shrieks of pleasure. Soon enough, Carter was groaning louder and louder until he bucked his hips and grabbed onto her own tightly, finishing inside of her. Linnea was sweaty and spent, but she rose onto her knees and turned around anyway, kissing Carter through heaving breaths. Carter looked equally as disheveled, his dark locks a mess, and his face red from effort.

  “God,” he panted. “If only I could have had that first.”

  Linnea had a feeling that it would have hurt but the thought of being with Carter in such a lustful way more than once made her want to recover so they could do it again. She couldn’t think of what to say so she just continued to kiss his lips, cheeks, and neck.

  “Why does fate have to be cruel,” he lamented in between kisses. “If only I were an only child so that I could have you to myself.”

  Linnea leaned back so she could look into his dark eyes. He couldn’t be serious, could he? “I think you would tire out if you could have me all to yourself.”

  Carter helped her undress the rest of the way before he pulled off his own clothes and joined her on the bed. “Do you want to make a bet?” he challenged. Then he proceeded to take her two more times before they passed out from exhaustion.

  Chapter 4

  It took a whole week for them to return to Hawke's Nest. Linnea was ready to be out of the cold and off a horse's back for a while. The kingdom of the Family Hawke was very different than Laurelasa. It was beautiful and extravagant as it was covered in ivy leaves and had a beautiful view of the valley below its mountain but the inner walls were dark even during the day and she had to wear furs over the shoulders of her thick dresses. The first few days after they arrived at the castle, they had her under blankets as well. Many of the native people told her that her southern blood couldn’t handle the cold, and maybe they were right. She just hoped that she would be able to eventually adapt.

  She met her mother-in-law, a woman with dark black hair like Carter’s. She was very kind and Linnea had to believe it was because she had been in the same position years ago. She was a princess from a faraway province. So far away in fact that she had to travel by boat to get to the strange castle on a mountain top. She was also shared by two brothers. In the beginning, it started out that she made love with each of them on their own, and then one fateful night, they both took her at the same time. It was a night she told Linnea that she would never forget, and after that, she stayed with only the crown prince who eventually became king, Richard Hawke. She was pregnant and it all went on from there.

  As Linnea made her way around the castle, she found many thing about the queen’s story strange. Mostly, what had caused the brothers to want to use her together? Was it another one of those strange divine things that they thought God was telling them to do? Did the younger brother know it was time to bow out and wanted one last hurrah? Linnea thought about her own situation and wasn’t sure if it would be that easy to only pick one of them for the rest of her life.

  The week traveling to her new home had been new and exploratory in many ways. Not only did she learn about Hawke family customs and culture, but she spent each night with a different brother. Sex with Brendan was intimate. She felt that she could look into his eyes and see his soul as he worshipped her body. He was tender and it was obvious that he cared about her, but Carter made her feel exhilarated and insane as he kissed, licked, and even bit her all over. He did things to her that she knew that his older brother would never even ask. Instead of being offended it caused her climax again and again.

  As she got to her new home, she couldn’t imagine giving one of them up. It would obviously be Carter since he was not the crown prince but she didn’t know if she could give up that feeling of utter ecstasy when Carter had his way with her.

  The thought of having sex with both of them at same time didn’t scare her as much as it did that first day she learned of her fate. Since being with each individually was amazing, she figured being with both would be so delectable she might die.

  “Is that normal?” Penina asked her on a day that they were both bundled up in her quarters. Linnea felt bad for the other girls who would eventually be joining them and who were all used to the warmer wea
ther.

  “I don’t know,” Linnea admitted. “I figured sex was only pleasurable for men, but it’s actually really great.”

  “A raven came from Laurelasa.” The handmaiden changed the subject, handing the scroll to her princess. “It’s from Cavan.”

  Linnea shook with excitement as she tore it open and recognized her brother’s messy handwriting. She couldn’t help but smile as she read.

  Dear Linnea,

  I hope that you are well and are being treated as good as the Hawke king said you would be. We all miss you terribly, especially Lyra who wants nothing to do with me. Father has told the people of what is to happen to us and how you helped save us from war. You are practically a hero. Your handmaidens and belongings will be heading to your shortly. I plan to accompany them so that I can see you are being taken care of.

  Lovingly,

  Cavan

  “Well?” Penina asked.

  “Cavan is coming with the rest of the handmaidens,” Linnea explained excitedly. “More body heat in this chamber,” she added with a laugh.

  Linnea decided she should probably let the Hawke family know people from Laurelasa were coming. She wandered the palace halls until she found Brenden and Carter sparing in one of the training rooms. For several moments, she watched the brothers cross swords with each another and once again she found their differences astounding. Brendan was agile and could parry blows in various angles in the time it would take Carter to match his blade one time. But where Brendan was fast, Carter was powerful. If he faced an untrained warrior, he would cut them down easily. As it was Brendan who would get pushed back when steel hit steel but he got get the higher ground in between chops. Linnea found herself transfixed.

  Brendan eventually saw her watching them and the pair stopped their exercise. Both princes made their way over and she shared what she was excited about. The rest of her ladies-in-waiting would be arriving shortly along with her brother. Linnea didn’t tell them that he was accompanying them to make sure that she was not battered and malnourished. Instead she told them that her brother wanted to see Hawkes’ Nest with his own eyes. They said they would let their father know to expect guests in several days and began to put their weapons away. Linnea found herself thinking about what their mother had told her. Even though her mother-in-law was supposed to be shared, she ended up only being with King Richard.