Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Page A

birthed a child, the world would know there’d be more children and that, if this one died, the succession would still be ensured.
    That night, after they’d made love and were resting in each other’s arms, the men were discussing why Alistair was not a lord.
    “There can only be two reasons. Either he will become a lord only on his father’s death, or else he’s illegitimate, recognized as his father’s son, but not able to inherit,” said Rhys.
    “So at the moment, he’s not a suitable husband for Rhyannon, even though she loves him and he seems to love her,” sighed Elinor.
    “Not only that, but if he inherits the title and honor on his father’s death, he’ll have to return to his father’s lands, and from what he’s said, that is not something he will ever do willingly,” added Hammond.
    “Do you think she’s still a virgin? Should I tell Father Augustus to marry them soon, anyway?” asked Rhys, worry threading through his tone of voice.
    “She’s been to Court several times, with two of her father’s wives. I’m sure the ladies there will have told her things to do to ensure her honor is maintained,” said Elinor.
    “Good.” Rhys’s voice was filled with relief.
    Elinor knew he’d much rather find Rhyannon an appropriate match and was already mentally running through the nobles in the valley, looking for prospective candidates. No woman could expect to marry for love. Marriage was an alliance of lands and wealth. But affection, if not exactly love, could come after marriage, as she was learning herself.
    She rubbed her wet cunt over Hammond’s thigh and slipped a hand down Rhys’s body to grip his cock. It was still limp, but she knew it would soon rise again. Both these men had endless stamina, both in the bedroom and on the battlefield.
    Rhys grabbed her hair. “Suck me. Suck me hard, and make me ready for you.”
    Happily she slid down his body, making sure Hammond felt her wetness and the hard points of her nipples as she moved off him, and over Rhys. She loved sucking their shafts. They each had a distinct taste, neither of them unpleasant, and, as always after they’d already coupled, their cocks also tasted of her, which was an aphrodisiac all of itself.
    Elinor licked along the length of his stalk, tasting her own cream plus his seed. The mixture was incredibly arousing, her sweetness and his tartness blended together. She flicked the tip of her tongue up under his foreskin, loving the softness of the protected head of his cock, then into the eye hoping for a drop of his essence, but he wasn’t ready yet.
    Carefully, she sucked him deeper inside her mouth, opening the back of her throat as he’d taught her, forcing herself not to gag as he slid deeper down it, then she swallowed on him, knowing that aroused him faster than anything else.
    She couldn’t hold that position very long, only for a few heartbeats, but it was long enough to feel his cock fatten and lengthen before she released him from her mouth.
    Elinor took his balls in her hand, rolling them around, loving the contrast between the tougher, hairy skin and the solid muscle of his shaft.
    “Now lie on Hammond, your back to his chest,” ordered Rhys.
    Elinor moved onto Hammond as instructed, expecting him to press his cock into her ass, but instead, he moved her around and pushed it into her cunt. She enjoyed the new position. He felt different like this, but just as good as ever.
    When Rhys leaned over her, she opened her mouth, expecting him to fill it with his cock, but instead he pushed his dick into her cunt, beside Hammond’s. He had to push hard, forcing her entry to open wider, her walls to stretch to accept him. But then, she’d just been thinking about a baby, and a babe’s head was bigger than even two such well-endowed men as hers. Elinor held still as Rhys forced his way in, until the two cocks filled her and stretched her wider and tighter than she could have imagined.
    Four big, brawny hands on her