Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) (5 page)

Self-pity tore through her
breast, even as she reached with one hand between her thighs and
rubbed the crotch of her cowhide breeches. Oh, to be taken like
that. To be on
her
hands and knees before him, accepting that cock into her
aching, starved pussy, his balls slapping against her, his brawny
thighs pushing into the back of her legs.

Alaya was so wet, her juice gleamed in
the light of the moon, shining on the broad lips of her cunt and
making his cock slick.

Suddenly he turned his head. The
motion of fucking didn't pause even for a breath, but he stared
directly at Cedney's hiding place. Had she made a noise? It seemed
possible that a pitiful sound might have slipped out under duress.
The patch of cowhide between her legs was damp now where her
fingers pressed against her sex. Her own breasts felt heavy, hot,
nipples rubbing sore on her tunic.

She didn't know what to do. If she
made a run for it now, he would definitely hear someone there.
Besides, she didn't want to leave. Cedney wanted to go on watching.
Her body was trembling, close to a frenzied peak
already.

Rufus Redbeard slowed his in and out
motion, keeping his gaze fixed on the water barrel. Now every inch
of his manhood was visible when he let it slide all the way out and
back in. And back out. Teasing and tormenting Cedney. As well as
the woman under him.

As his cockhead left the fleshy lips
of the widow's cunny, a trail of sticky dew shimmered, hanging
between their bodies. Then it disappeared as he filled her again.
He moved his hips, grinding even deeper, making the woman scream in
ecstasy, before he withdrew yet again and left her panting and
squirming, her crude mouth begging him not to stop.

Cedney could stand it no more. She
stood, deciding to brave it out and reveal that she had been hiding
there. After all, what could he do to her? She was the lord of the
manor here. This was her territory. She had a right to do as she
pleased.

When he saw her stand a slow grin
lifted his lips, his eyes narrowed. With a languid gesture of one
hand, he beckoned Cedney forward.

* * * *

So the young man
was
curious, eh? Well,
that was natural at his age. Dom wasn't sure whether Bloodwynne's
spying was because of his interest in sex acts, in women. Or in
him. Another pleasing jolt of excitement pulsed through him at the
idea that
he
might be the object of Cedney's curiosity. But why should it
affect him so? Dom was no novice when it came to all manner of
sexual games and really none of this should surprise him. The young
lord was attractive, interesting, sensual.

And the way he kept those wide
summer-sky blue eyes trained on Dom's cock was extremely
arousing.

A great deal of fun could be had by
all if he took the lad under his wing and taught him a few things
about fucking.

Cedney approached on the balls of his
feet, as if he didn't want the woman to know he was there. Dom
signaled for the lad to kneel beside him and he slowly withdrew the
length of his shaft again until only the tip rested inside the
woman's quivering cunt. He shoved her gown further out of the way
to ensure Bloodwynne had a full, unrestricted view.

"Perhaps you'd like a turn, my lord.
Be my guest." After all, he reasoned, it was only polite to share
and this was one of the young man's fields he was
plowing.

Cedney stared at his wet cock. "A...a
turn?"

Dom laughed softly and slapped the
woman's rump. He felt her pussy squeeze his cockhead in response
and she panted hard, grunting at him to get his prick back inside
her. "Have a turn at this shapely wench, Bloodwynne. Good practice
for the wedding night."

"Oh." The lad faltered and then turned
his gaze to the ripe cunny on display. "Yes. I...think I'd
rather...I'd rather watch you."

"But look," Dom slipped his cock fully
out and held the woman's nether lips wide open with his thumbs.
"There's plenty of good warmth to be shared. And the wench minds
not. She's well seasoned for it and very generous. Take your turn,
my lord. Have at this cunny now or you might be over-ready for my
niece on the wedding night."

Still the young man hesitated, so Dom
thrust three fingers inside the woman's eager twat and diddled her
clitty until she began to come violently with a shattered scream.
He glanced over at Cedney's face and saw how intently the lad
watched. It aroused Dom further still, and he began forcing more of
his hand inside the woman's cunt.

"Doesn't that hurt her?" the young man
muttered, staring.

"Does it sound as if it hurts her?"
Dom laughed huskily. "She's well stretched." He slowly pulled his
fist out again to show the sticky dew that thickly coated his hand.
He spread his fingers. "Why not have a taste of her first then," he
said, realizing his voice had turned husky. He was very eager to
see the young lord go at it and if Cedney didn't soon make a move
he might have to push that too-pretty face into the wench's pussy
to get things started. The reticent lad didn't know what he was
missing. Surely he wasn't a virgin? Surely not saving himself for
marriage?

To his relief, Cedney hitched forward
and seemed about to lick the waiting pussy, but then suddenly he
took Dom's wet fingers into his mouth instead.

A thick, hard, thudding
beat now took over his pulse and tightened his sac.
Christ
. He would end up
mounting this gorgeous lad if he wasn't careful. Right here and now
in the dirt of the farmyard, he'd have the pretty young lord bent
over and his tight buttocks pried open for a raw pounding neither
would soon forget. Or recover from.

He swallowed hard. Cedney Bloodwynne
licked the woman's essence from his fingers and then sucked. As the
lad's cheeks sank in and his mouth tugged on the hand, he looked
up, fixing his stunning eyes on Dom's face. It was a tense, heated
moment until the wench beside them began to complain that her knees
hurt. She was sulking of course as her pussy had been left unfilled
for several moments now and she would soon go off the
boil.

Dom cleared his throat and cupped the
young lord's face with the hand that that had just been licked and
sucked dry. "You like that taste, eh? There's more of that juice
inside her. Put your mouth on her cunny and bring her to climax.
You suck and lick her the way you just did my hand," he chuckled
low, "that sweet honey will flood out of her." He ought to know as
his own seed was surging violently at that moment, ready to spill
into the mouth that had just attacked his hand with lusty
greed.

He shuffled back a little to make room
and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock, planning to
jerk himself off while he watched Cedney Bloodwynne enjoy pussy.
Although he would like to have come inside the woman himself, he
realized now that he would get just as much pleasure from watching
the young man.

Cedney took his place behind the
woman, grabbed her around the thighs and dove in with enthusiasm.
Dom laughed hoarsely.

"There you go! Enjoy the treat. Get
your tongue up in her and make her howl like a wolf at the
moon."

He worked his cock rapidly as he
watched. Then he reached over with his free hand and touched
Cedney's gold-tipped hair. Couldn't help himself. He pretended he
was moving the young man's head slightly to one side so that he
could get a better view of his mouth plundering the groaning
wench's juicy cunt.

"Yes,
yes
! Look at her coming." He slapped
the woman on the arse again, watching as Cedney closed his eyes and
buried his fine features between those quivering, crimson
folds.

The fellow apparently knew the way to
a woman's pearl already. At least, it would seem so, from the wild,
bestial noises now coming out of the shuddering wench.

But no sooner had her tremors started
again, than Cedney took his mouth off her pussy and looked again at
Dom's cock.

A moment of panic—rare in his
life—swept through the heart of that notorious, mercenary warrior,
Dominigo d'Anzeray. This was not what he was meant to be doing. He
had planned to leave the complaining Lady Rosamund there and go
about his business, to find a wife— one to join the harem he and
his brothers were working on.

He was not supposed to be falling into
lust with another man. What good would that do?

With all these thoughts churning
through his mind, he watched in a daze, as Cedney Bloodwynne bent
that sunny head and put those wet lips around the swollen crest of
his cock.

Chapter Five

She had to do it. Her arousal had
reached fever pitch and could only now be sated by a taste of his
seed. By making him her plaything to be devoured. Cedney was
ravenous. Why should she not have some pleasure for once? Always
she was the one watching, the one who could not participate.
Tonight, with this glorious example of manhood, she would enjoy
herself.

And so she took his shaft into her
mouth and felt it warm and powerful, his pulse thudding away
through the full length. She nuzzled his balls and inhaled the
glorious manly scent of him. Already he was wet at the tip and once
she began sucking in earnest he growled and grabbed her head
between his large hands, his hips jerking.

He was fucking her mouth, her throat,
thrusting in and out, the breath rasping out of him. Cedney felt
her pussy tensing with need. Oh how she would beg to have this
beautiful cock deep inside her. It was a good thing, therefore,
that her mouth was currently filled and could not speak a
word.

Her father's ghost would just have to
forgive her for this. There was nothing else for it. She had to get
this desire out of her blood and be sated.

Rufus Redbeard grunted fiercely and
fell back to rest his weight on his hands, pressed into the dirt
behind him. His groin writhed and his back arched. With a shout he
came, spilling his creamy load into her throat.

She could barely swallow it all as it
came so quickly and there was a great quantity of it. Some oozed
from the corner of her lips, tickling down her chin, until Rufus
swept his broad thumb across her skin and wiped it clean. He was
panting hard, gazing down at her, his eyes afire. His grip
tightened around her chin, not letting her look away.

What had she done?

Shockingly enough, she didn't
care.

After a few moments, he managed words.
"Now you must get your fulfillment as I have had mine."

She wasn't sure what he meant, but
then he released her chin and moved to where Alaya waited on her
knees, her sopping wet pussy still up in the air.

"Fill the wench, eh? You're the only
one of us who hasn't had the pleasure of a climax yet. We can't
allow you to go unsatisfied, Bloodwynne." But there was an odd
light in his eyes now when he looked at her and his tone had
changed, hardened. "If you give me a while I'll soon be ready again
and we can share her if you like. My cock up her arse and yours in
her cunt."

She stared. In her time Cedney had
witnessed many things between soldiers and she had seen two men on
one woman before. It was a sight that made her pussy wet and her
throat dry. Although she'd often tried to look away, her eyes
refused to cooperate.

"You mean, together?"

"Yes, indeed. A treat for the groom
and the uncle of the bride."

"Me in her pussy and you in her
bottom?"

"Unless you'd like it the other way
about?" He sounded breathless as he looked down her body to the
apex of Cedney's thighs.

Other way about? To what did he refer?
At first she thought he was trying to find something out about her
preferences. But suddenly, when he smirked knowingly, she realized
he already thought he knew what those preferences were. Was Rufus
now suggesting that he put his cock in something of
hers?

Dear God, had she given herself
away?

* * * *

That cheek was too damn smooth. It had
clearly never been shaved and when Dom felt the softness under the
pad of his thumb as he wiped away the line of spilled semen from
that small, round chin, he finally had it confirmed.

Cedney Bloodwynne was not what he
seemed. Or mayhap it should be said that he was exactly what "he"
seemed, for Dom had sensed it from the first meeting. He just
hadn't known how it was possible— how these Saxons could have
thought to fool him. Although, of course, they hadn't expected
Dominigo d'Anzeray, had they? Rufus Redbeard might have been more
easily tricked into believing that Cedney Bloodwynne was a man.
Redbeard certainly hadn't proved himself to be very clever in the
short time Dom had known him.

But how the devil had this fine
looking woman passed herself off as a male all these years? Perhaps
the people here were blind. On purpose. It could be the only
explanation.

That, or else they ate a lot of those
magical mushrooms that he'd heard grew in the marshes
nearby.

Yet the king too had been
deceived.