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Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Page B
Authors: Berengaria Brown
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hips held her quite still as the men began to pump into her. They moved slower and more carefully than usual, and she guessed that was because they had to allow for each other as they withdrew. But gradually they pushed a little harder, a little deeper, and the hands on her hips wandered to squeeze her breasts and stroke her arms and thighs.
In her turn, she threaded her fingers through her men’s hair, holding them tightly to her, stroking their necks gently as they pumped, keeping her movements in time with theirs. Then her body exploded. One of the men touched her where she’d never been touched before, and a shaft of pleasure/pain slammed into her, tossing her like in a leaf in a storm, into her release.
“Again. She liked that,” said Hammond, and the men did it again, sending another wickedly delightful pain through her belly.
“Her womb, together we can hit her womb,” gasped Rhys.
With the third jab, Elinor’s entire body melted into a puddle of joy. Her fingers went limp in their hair, her arms and legs shook, her cunt clenched and released over and over again, and she had no control of her body at all. She was simply a vessel to be filled with the seed of their lust, as she reveled in the exquisite feelings deep inside her.
Both men pumped a few more times, their hot seed filling her and running down her thighs. When they finished, Rhys had to lift her off Hammond, as she was still too well fucked to move.
Chapter Four
The deer hunt had brought back one buck and three does, which required a lot of work to prepare and preserve for the long winter ahead. All the fat was saved, the clear to be eaten and used in cooking, the spoiled for candles. Hides and skins were preserved as well as the meat.
The last of the fruit was harvested along with the grain, and even the children were busy in the fields from dawn to dusk. The guards were very alert, knowing Lord Jeffrey’s attack would be soon. At dusk, the men supervised the people’s swimming lessons, until even old Mary, older than anyone could remember, was able to cross the river with a little help from her grandson.
Several times, the children saw men hiding in the forest. Jeffrey’s soldiers were very good at concealing themselves, but Wade had taken his position very seriously, and every child had been taught to look for the tiniest thing out of place, such as a tree whose shape seemed to have changed overnight.
The people in every hamlet were warned to keep watch. “The attack will be very soon,” the guards told them. The children promised to bring their messages quicker than ever before and raced against each other, discovering the fastest path to each village, and learning from Nerida the value of planning a route before running. Nerida was one of the leaders of the children now, even the boys admitting she was as fast and smart as they were.
Elinor knew Rhys worried about Lord Jeffrey, and he, Hammond, and Albin trained the guards and freemen as much as possible around the necessity of gathering in the harvest.
When the attack finally came, it was almost an anticlimax. The children saw the soldiers when they were still miles away, as sunlight flashed off their armor when they topped a hill. Instantly, each child was dispatched to a hamlet to warn the people, some of them reciting Wade’s comment as well, “Foolish man. Why go over the hilltop instead of around.”
Long before the soldiers arrived, everyone was safely in the stronghold, the gates barred and soldiers and freemen lining the castle walls with bows and arrows, pots of rocks to throw, and weapons stashed ready around the perimeter in case the enemy soldiers broke through somewhere.
Smoke from two of the hamlets indicated that Lord Jeffrey had burned them in anger, but the people had long since buried their valuables, knowing an attack would come. They also knew Lord Rhys and his men would help rebuild their homes as soon as it was safe to do so.
Lord Jeffrey threatened
In her turn, she threaded her fingers through her men’s hair, holding them tightly to her, stroking their necks gently as they pumped, keeping her movements in time with theirs. Then her body exploded. One of the men touched her where she’d never been touched before, and a shaft of pleasure/pain slammed into her, tossing her like in a leaf in a storm, into her release.
“Again. She liked that,” said Hammond, and the men did it again, sending another wickedly delightful pain through her belly.
“Her womb, together we can hit her womb,” gasped Rhys.
With the third jab, Elinor’s entire body melted into a puddle of joy. Her fingers went limp in their hair, her arms and legs shook, her cunt clenched and released over and over again, and she had no control of her body at all. She was simply a vessel to be filled with the seed of their lust, as she reveled in the exquisite feelings deep inside her.
Both men pumped a few more times, their hot seed filling her and running down her thighs. When they finished, Rhys had to lift her off Hammond, as she was still too well fucked to move.
Chapter Four
The deer hunt had brought back one buck and three does, which required a lot of work to prepare and preserve for the long winter ahead. All the fat was saved, the clear to be eaten and used in cooking, the spoiled for candles. Hides and skins were preserved as well as the meat.
The last of the fruit was harvested along with the grain, and even the children were busy in the fields from dawn to dusk. The guards were very alert, knowing Lord Jeffrey’s attack would be soon. At dusk, the men supervised the people’s swimming lessons, until even old Mary, older than anyone could remember, was able to cross the river with a little help from her grandson.
Several times, the children saw men hiding in the forest. Jeffrey’s soldiers were very good at concealing themselves, but Wade had taken his position very seriously, and every child had been taught to look for the tiniest thing out of place, such as a tree whose shape seemed to have changed overnight.
The people in every hamlet were warned to keep watch. “The attack will be very soon,” the guards told them. The children promised to bring their messages quicker than ever before and raced against each other, discovering the fastest path to each village, and learning from Nerida the value of planning a route before running. Nerida was one of the leaders of the children now, even the boys admitting she was as fast and smart as they were.
Elinor knew Rhys worried about Lord Jeffrey, and he, Hammond, and Albin trained the guards and freemen as much as possible around the necessity of gathering in the harvest.
When the attack finally came, it was almost an anticlimax. The children saw the soldiers when they were still miles away, as sunlight flashed off their armor when they topped a hill. Instantly, each child was dispatched to a hamlet to warn the people, some of them reciting Wade’s comment as well, “Foolish man. Why go over the hilltop instead of around.”
Long before the soldiers arrived, everyone was safely in the stronghold, the gates barred and soldiers and freemen lining the castle walls with bows and arrows, pots of rocks to throw, and weapons stashed ready around the perimeter in case the enemy soldiers broke through somewhere.
Smoke from two of the hamlets indicated that Lord Jeffrey had burned them in anger, but the people had long since buried their valuables, knowing an attack would come. They also knew Lord Rhys and his men would help rebuild their homes as soon as it was safe to do so.
Lord Jeffrey threatened
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