Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 2

  “Of course,” murmured Rhys.

  Elinor stood silently while the men thought through her plan for the future of the stronghold. She was fairly confident they’d agree. She’d found no faults in her design. It covered the salient facts, giving each of them a leadership role, status, and a guaranteed position in the stronghold. But men could be strange creatures, worrying about matters no woman would consider worthy of notice, so she waited unmoving for their agreement.

  Lord Rhys and Hammond stared at each other, and then both nodded together.

  “I agree.”

  “You have my word of honor.”

  Elinor smiled and tried to hide her relief. “Very well, both of you return here at dusk, and we’ll seal our contract. I must go and tell Father Augustus Lord Rhys, and I will marry tomorrow.”

  * * * *

  Elinor was a virgin. No woman in her position could ever contemplate any other option. Her honor, her family’s honor, their lands, and more could be forfeit should the young woman prove blemished.

  However, on her one and only visit to Court, a year past, she’d heard other young women whispering of being “a virgin before and a martyr behind.” Personally, she wasn’t so sure being a martyr behind would be all bad. It was definitely something she planned to try, but not this first night. The sheets had to demonstrate in a very obvious way her virginity had been taken. So Rhys first, then Hammond, needed to lie with her and fill her with their seed. Later, they could experiment with more adventurous scenarios. She was certain both men were experienced, and she expected them to educate her most thoroughly and delightfully.

  She laid her best linen sheet on the fur before the fire, piling her pillows at one end, then undressed until only her shift remained and waited for the men to come.

  * * * *

  Rhys and Hammond marched openly through the curtain and up the stairs to the solar. After all, they were supposed to be planning a wedding.

  These past few days had been a barrage of emotions for Rhys. First the attack on his manor house. The men had swarmed over his high wooden palisade, avoided most of the stakes planted by the moat to trap attackers, and burned his defenses to the ground. He’d had less than a day to prepare for the attack, barely long enough for Lord Huart and his men to arrive before the battle began.

  Then the summons to the funeral, a ceremony he would have attended anyway to honor the dead lord and his sons, and finally Lady Elinor’s unusual proposal.

  He desired her. His late father had wanted to marry him to Lady Elinor for years, but they knew Lord Huart had aimed higher for his only living daughter. And although he’d never say it aloud, he had a taste for a man from time to time, too. Hammond was the kind of rough soldier he liked as a complete and utter contrast from a woman’s soft curves. Rhys liked his women soft and his men hard. If Hammond had similar tastes, this could be the most wonderful arrangement ever imagined. If not, well, over time they might agree to experiment.

  He could feel Hammond’s breath hot on the back of his neck. The Captain was following him as if in battle, behind and slightly to the side so both of them had uninterrupted movement of their sword arms. But it was his other sword that’d be getting the action tonight. And he most truly was looking forward to it. He’d never had a virgin before, and he hoped he wouldn’t hurt her too much. But he was sure he could heat her blood and make her writhe with joy before long. She was a passionate woman, Lady Elinor, and they made the best bed partners.

  Besides, she was a beauty. Her hair shone red in the sunlight, and her eyes changed from brown to green and back again. What little of her skin he’d seen was as pale as milk and just as delicious. Her breasts filled the front of her gown delightfully, and he was ready to suck her nipples into his mouth as he slammed his aching dick into her hot cunt. He knew she’d be hot, and by God, he’d make her wet as well. He’d swive her morning and night until her belly was full of the child who would ensure the stronghold remained in his control.

  And Hammond? He’d enjoy watching Hammond fuck her. Watching the soldier’s taut ass muscles as he pounded his dick into the lady, and watching her writhe and squirm underneath the big soldier. Perchance she might even suck his dick as Hammond fucked her. That would be even better.

  Lightly, he knocked on the solar door, and Lady Elinor’s clear, calm voice said, “Enter.”

  Enter was exactly what he’d be doing. Entering her solar, and her body, and several times, to ensure there was plenty of blood for all to see on her bedsheet.

  He and Hammond stepped into the solar. Lady Elinor was wearing only her shift, a garment so fine, the outline of her flesh was easily seen through it. His dick, already hard, grew stiffer than a pike.

  “Bar the door please, and then both of you undress.”

  It seemed they weren’t going to sit around the fire and sip honeyed wine. It would be straight to business. Well, his dick was happy with that plan.

  He laid his sword by the fire, Hammond put his weapon beside the barred door, and then both undressed. They weren’t wearing armor, so it wasn’t a difficult task.

  Lady Elinor looked them up and down, a slight smile curving her lips. She liked what she saw. Good. Bedding a passionate woman was always a joy.

  His dick grew another inch at that thought. He’d never been this big before. A noble had to marry and sire an heir. It was his purpose for living, besides fighting to keep his family safe. But marriage to this woman would be much better than a matter of lands and wealth. She would bring happiness to their bed, he knew. Then there was Hammond. A bonus. A fighting man with the ability to help protect the stronghold, and to add even more pleasures by sharing their bed. Life was good.

  Lady Elinor handed him a dagger. “Now our contract will be signed in blood. Cut yourself somewhere no one will see, and rub the blood on me and Hammond, then pass the dagger to him to do likewise.”

  Rhys blinked. His blood as well? That was only fair he supposed. He had a half-healed wound on his thigh, so he sliced the edge of it with the blade, letting the blood run, then smeared his fingers and painted his blood on the arm Elinor held out to him. Hammond copied Elinor, so he painted his blood on him, too, before handing the dagger to Hammond.

  Hammond quickly cut his own arm, sharing the blood with them both. He handed the dagger back to Lady Elinor, who laid it on the mantle above the fire and removed her shift.

  God’s truth, she was beautiful. Just what he liked in a woman, her breasts full and round, her hips covered with flesh a man could hold as he powered into her cunt, and, from the hint he could barely see, her ass as round as her hips.

  She settled herself on the sheet by the fire, her hair flowing over the pillows, her legs slightly spread, giving him a look at her cunt. Pink and perfect. He wanted her so much.

  She seemed a little nervous now, so he said as gently as he could, “Lady Elinor, the first time always hurts a woman. I will be careful, but it’ll still hurt. Afterward though, you will achieve much pleasure, I give you my solemn word.”

  “I know. The sheets must proclaim the story for the world to see. Do what you must, both of you.”

  Rhys sat on the sheet beside her and touched her breast. They felt as perfect as they looked, firm enough for the nipples to stand upright, soft enough to fill his hand. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. God’s truth, she tasted sweet. He sucked harder, pulling more of the flesh into his mouth, rolling the nipple from side to side, palming the globe as he teased the nipple.

  He leaned closer to her and licked his way up her neck to her mouth and possessed her lips. Again, they were soft and sweet. She tasted of honeyed wine, and he licked her mouth, reveling in her flavor. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, showing her clearly what he’d be doing with his dick very soon. She relaxed into his touch, lightly touching his tongue with hers.

  Rhys slid a hand down to her cunt and pushed one finger into her. She was very tight and as hot as he’d guessed. She was also a little damp, but not wet
enough yet.

  “Hammond, you kiss her. I have to make her wet.”

  Rhys crawled down between her legs, widening them so he could fit his head and shoulders at her cunt. When Hammond bent to kiss Lady Elinor, Rhys licked the length of her opening, flicking his tongue around her nubbin and biting lightly at the lips of her cunt.

  She tasted slightly musky, very much of womanliness, her scent something that made his long-suffering dick beg to climb inside her. Forcing himself to be patient a little longer, he licked and nibbled more, enjoying her taste and the little wiggles she was giving. This time when he forced a finger inside her, not only did it slide in more easily, she was much wetter.

  It was enough. He could wait no longer.

  Rhys sat up and spat on his hand, wiping his spittle over his dick. He spat again, and again, until his dick was slick, then lifted her legs high and wide, lining his dick up with her opening. He held his cockhead steady then grabbed her hips and slammed inside her with as much force as he thought she could withstand. There had to be blood, he had to take her completely and thoroughly even though it would give her pain. It was essential for all their safety.

  He felt her body jerk and guessed Hammond had silenced her with his own mouth. It was truly a good thing to have a helper right now. Rhys pulled his cock almost completely out until just the head remained in her virgin channel, then slammed in again, this time with all his strength, needing to know her barrier had been completely shattered. His dick was coated in moisture, but he had no way of knowing if it was her cream, or blood, or even his own saliva.

  She was unbelievably tight around him, as hot as he’d wished, but so much better than he could ever have imagined. He threw her legs over his own shoulders, raising her ass high and placing one hand under her, then began a steady pounding into her, dragging his dick across her tight walls, ramming up as high into her as he could go, tilting her an extra fraction of an inch so every bit of his dick was inside her heat. Again and again he pounded into her, but she was so hot and tight, so completely perfect, and his dick was so full of his seed, he knew he’d explode any moment. He lifted off her slightly, and pinched her nubbin hard between his fingers. She gasped, and her hips moved up into his, indicating she was beginning to enjoy their mating. He pinched her little bit of flesh again, but it was too late. His cock had exploded, and his seed poured out of him as he pumped into her.

  When he was drained dry, he kissed her. “Thank you for the gift of your maidenhood, my sweet,” he said.

  He climbed off the sheet and nodded at Hammond, who was still sitting by Lady Elinor’s head, his hand on a dick that looked as if it would burst very soon, too.

  Hammond grinned and took his place between Lady Elinor’s legs. Rhys couldn’t help a smile of relief. There was blood on the sheet, and more blood on her thighs. He looked down at his dick and there was seed and blood mixed together. Grabbing the tail of the sheet, he wiped his dick clean, pleased with his success. None could say she was a virgin now, even if it was one day too soon. For a brief moment he hoped she would be able to swap the sheets successfully tomorrow but assumed she’d planned for that.

  When he looked over at them, Hammond was pounding into her, gasping, and she was moving with him. Hammond had his hands on her breasts to balance himself, and while Rhys watched, he came, his hips shuddering and jerking in release.

  Quickly, Rhys dropped to his knees. He’d promised her pleasure and needed to give her some release of her own. He took her mouth, teasing and licking and sucking on her tongue, kissing along her jaw line, then her eyebrows. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, and he knew she could achieve pleasure if he—and Hammond—helped her. Again he took her mouth, using every bit of skill in kissing he owned, to tease and tantalize her.

  Hammond’s head brushed his arm as the other man began sucking her breasts. Rhys stroked her arm then linked her fingers with his, patting the tender inside skin of her wrist as he kissed her face and mouth.

  Then her body shook and heat flushed her skin. Cream must have dripped from her cunt because Hammond moved down to lick her there.

  The two men lay beside her, their arms linked over her body, resting until she cleared her throat.

  “Time for us to go?” asked Rhys.

  “I must get everything put away before Aunt Heloise returns.”

  Rhys nodded and stood, and both men dressed and collected their swords.

  “Thank you for honoring me with your first night. You won’t regret it. I will serve this stronghold until my last breath,” said Hammond.

  “Thank you both for agreeing with my plan. Together we three will offer the best possible hope for our people.”

  Rhys just nodded. There was still the formal wedding tomorrow, and then he and Hammond had to work out how to defend this castle because attacks would come, and probably very soon.

  Chapter Two

  Lady Elinor wore her Court Gown again, thinking that at least her father would have been pleased so many people had seen the expensive dress. For a moment, her eyes filled with tears, as she thought of her father and brothers, but resolutely, she blinked them away. Her Aunt Heloise wove flowers through her hair and handed her a bouquet of tiny roses to hold, and then she stood by the fire at the end of the great hall with Father Augustus. Lord Rhys arrived next, his armor burnished brightly, a dark-green velvet cloak hanging from his shoulder, and a ceremonial sword, with a jeweled hilt, at his side.

  Father Augustus recited the marriage ceremony, everyone said “Amen,” and they all walked out into the courtyard so the benches could be set up in the great hall for dinner. This meal was still lavish, but necessarily shorter than the one the previous day, as most people needed to go home before nightfall. Within an hour, the rowdy crowd was pushing her and Rhys into the solar, laughing, making lewd suggestions, and barring the door from the outside.

  As soon as the door was barred, Rhys barred it from the inside as well, and Elinor stripped the bed, replacing the clean sheet with the one they’d used the night before which she’d hidden in her storage chest.

  She turned to Lord Rhys, her husband and her liege lord now, and smiled at his comely body, gradually being revealed as he took off piece after piece of his armor. She hurried across to help him, unbuckling various straps and lifting the armor to place it on the floor in the corner.

  He was very handsome. His face was round and appealing, his eyes and hair brown, his cheeks ruddy, and his forearms tanned from being outside in all weathers. His cock was long and thick, and she knew from the previous night, it would eventually give her much pleasure. She’d felt full and stretched in a most enjoyable way, and although she was still a little sore in her most private place, she was also wet and willing to lie with him now.

  Once he was naked, he sat on the bed, one leg spread wide, and tugged on his cock, making it grow longer before her eyes.

  “Time for you to get undressed, my lady,” he said.

  She nodded and carefully removed her precious gown, folding it and replacing it in her chest, before dropping her underdress and two shifts to the floor.

  She moved to stand by the bed, and he pulled her into his arms. “Oh my lady I’ve waited all day to hold you again. I want to fuck you in every way today. In your cunt, in your ass, and in your mouth. I must possess you completely,” he said.

  Elinor just nodded. She belonged to him now. They had a contract that she could manage the household, and that Hammond would share their bed, but apart from that, she was his possession to do with as he wished. However, she was certain in her heart he wouldn’t hurt her deliberately, and she knew she would experience much pleasure in time. Besides, an heir to the lands was essential. She must bear two children, at least.

  Rhys laid flat on his back. “Sit on my dick,” he ordered her.

  Cautiously, she climbed across his hips and held his cock at her entry. She pushed the head inside her, and it scraped over a sore place, then slid inside and filled her. It no longer hurt. She
just felt full and stretched in a good way.

  “Like this, you control how deep I enter you. You can push down on me, taking my dick as far as it’ll go, or you can keep my movements shallow, just playing around the entry. As a bonus, I can touch your beautiful breasts,” he said, resting a finger on her nipple.

  Elinor gasped. Her nipples were hard and aching. She’d loved them being touched and sucked last night, and looked forward to him doing it again now. Hesitantly, she rose on him then sat back down. It didn’t hurt at all. In fact, it felt good. Enthusiastically, she began to ride him, turning slightly this way and that, to test the different effects of having his cock sliding around on her walls and inner flesh.

  Rhys’s hands teased her breasts, palming them, pushing them together, and stretching the nipples then rolling them. Inside her, pleasure was rising fast, and she bounced purposefully on his cock, making it touch her in the places she liked best, as cream dripped from her core and soaked his shaft.

  “Oh,” she gasped, smiling as pleasure began to roll through her.

  Rhys clutched her hips and pushed her down firmly on his cock so it filled her to the brim, she rose up, and he slammed her down again. The pleasure burst inside her, and her cunt gripped his cock hard. His seed poured into her hot and fast, and she sank down onto his hard chest to rest there, panting.

  “I told you it’d be good, my sweet,” he boasted.

  “You spoke truly.”

  She lay on his chest for a while, and then he pulled her upright.

  “I want to teach you to suck my dick. We need to fuck many times this night, and you sucking me will make my sword ready to fight very quickly.”

  Elinor nodded. Sucking men’s cocks was something the women had talked about at Court. It was a tried and trusted way for a woman to keep the man happy while retaining her virginity.

  Elinor kneeled over his shaft and sucked the head into her mouth as other women had spoken of. She slid her tongue under his foreskin, flicking it in the eye, and running it all around the soft knob.