tell me what to do.
He be at the gate! My lady, he be at the gatet
Who the devil is that? Amaury asked with a frown at the new voice.
Sebert, Emma answered with a sigh, then when he looked confused, reminded him, My... our
steward.
What? Have they got everyone out there? he muttered unhappily.
My lord, Emma said impatiently. What do I do?
Amaury turned back to his wife and sighed. You do not seem to realize the pressure
He be in the bailey! This time it was Maudes voice. Even Amaury recognized the voice of
the plain-faced servant who had refused to let him enter the castle on first arriving.
They do have everyone out there, he muttered.
Do the deed! the bishop roared.
Emma could only think that a series of watches were keeping the people outside her bedroom
door up to date.
We are both under pressure, my lord, she pointed out grimly.
Aye, but... Muttering, he tugged the blankets aside and gestured to hisat the
momentnot-too- impressive manhood. It had been quite impressive moments ago, while he had
been thinking of his bride undressing behind the screen and imagining the night ahead. But
it had shrunk and shriveled with every new shout through the door, until now, it seemed
almost to be trying to hide within itself. All was lost, he thought miserably.
Emma stared at the third appendage between her new husbands legs with fascination. Never
having seen a naked man before, she had not known they carried one of those around with
them. She had been too embarrassed to look when Fulk had been stripped and set abed with
her. She leaned forward to get a closer look at the item now. It looked to be a shrunken,
deformed leg, much like the arm of the girl in the village who had been born not quite
right. She didnt have any fingers or thumbs on her small stump of an arm either, just as
Amaurys extra small stump of a leg seemed devoid of toes. Perhaps this was not
common to all men, she realized suddenly. Perhaps her husband was displaying a deformity.
My lord, this is not the time to be confessing your... er... oddities, she said in a
strained voice. We all have our flaws. Now, please tell me what I am to... Her gaze was
still fixed on the rather tiny appendage as she spoke, so when it started suddenly to
grow, the words stuck in her mouth and she watched with renewed fascination. As far as she
knew, the village girls arm did not grow. What an odd ability her husband had!
Hes dismounting! someoneEmma suspected it was Mavisscreeched.
Have you done the deed?! Rolfe roared, panic edging his voice.
My lord? Emma tore her gaze to her husbands face.
Lie down, Amaury instructed grimly, hope rising up in him again as the simple act of her
eyes on his body sent it back into action.
Emma immediately dropped back on the bed, gasping in shock when he suddenly shifted to lie
atop her, his sprouting third leg pressing against her inner thigh.
Is this the consummating? she asked anxiously, for while it was a bit more difficult
breathing with him atop her, there really was no pain and she was sure he had said
Not yet, Amaury muttered grimly. Open your legs.
Open my... ? Her expression was bewildered.
Hes at the castle door! came the half-hiss, half- whisper as the castle seemed to shudder
under the impact of that door slamming open. Then there came a rustling as everyone rushed
back down the stairs.
My lady... Aye. I am sorry. Is it done?
Amaury stared down into her anxious face, and had to wonder how just having her peer at
his manhood had made it stand proud in seconds. That had been unexpected. It had also
saved them, or was about to, he thought grimly as a mans bellows moved up the stairway
drawing closer to the room.
I am sorry, he repeated, once again apologizing for the pain he was about to cause and
thrust forward. Emmas cry of startled pain ended on shocked dismay as the bedroom door
suddenly burst open.
The Deed
Chapter Three
The
He be at the gate! My lady, he be at the gatet
Who the devil is that? Amaury asked with a frown at the new voice.
Sebert, Emma answered with a sigh, then when he looked confused, reminded him, My... our
steward.
What? Have they got everyone out there? he muttered unhappily.
My lord, Emma said impatiently. What do I do?
Amaury turned back to his wife and sighed. You do not seem to realize the pressure
He be in the bailey! This time it was Maudes voice. Even Amaury recognized the voice of
the plain-faced servant who had refused to let him enter the castle on first arriving.
They do have everyone out there, he muttered.
Do the deed! the bishop roared.
Emma could only think that a series of watches were keeping the people outside her bedroom
door up to date.
We are both under pressure, my lord, she pointed out grimly.
Aye, but... Muttering, he tugged the blankets aside and gestured to hisat the
momentnot-too- impressive manhood. It had been quite impressive moments ago, while he had
been thinking of his bride undressing behind the screen and imagining the night ahead. But
it had shrunk and shriveled with every new shout through the door, until now, it seemed
almost to be trying to hide within itself. All was lost, he thought miserably.
Emma stared at the third appendage between her new husbands legs with fascination. Never
having seen a naked man before, she had not known they carried one of those around with
them. She had been too embarrassed to look when Fulk had been stripped and set abed with
her. She leaned forward to get a closer look at the item now. It looked to be a shrunken,
deformed leg, much like the arm of the girl in the village who had been born not quite
right. She didnt have any fingers or thumbs on her small stump of an arm either, just as
Amaurys extra small stump of a leg seemed devoid of toes. Perhaps this was not
common to all men, she realized suddenly. Perhaps her husband was displaying a deformity.
My lord, this is not the time to be confessing your... er... oddities, she said in a
strained voice. We all have our flaws. Now, please tell me what I am to... Her gaze was
still fixed on the rather tiny appendage as she spoke, so when it started suddenly to
grow, the words stuck in her mouth and she watched with renewed fascination. As far as she
knew, the village girls arm did not grow. What an odd ability her husband had!
Hes dismounting! someoneEmma suspected it was Mavisscreeched.
Have you done the deed?! Rolfe roared, panic edging his voice.
My lord? Emma tore her gaze to her husbands face.
Lie down, Amaury instructed grimly, hope rising up in him again as the simple act of her
eyes on his body sent it back into action.
Emma immediately dropped back on the bed, gasping in shock when he suddenly shifted to lie
atop her, his sprouting third leg pressing against her inner thigh.
Is this the consummating? she asked anxiously, for while it was a bit more difficult
breathing with him atop her, there really was no pain and she was sure he had said
Not yet, Amaury muttered grimly. Open your legs.
Open my... ? Her expression was bewildered.
Hes at the castle door! came the half-hiss, half- whisper as the castle seemed to shudder
under the impact of that door slamming open. Then there came a rustling as everyone rushed
back down the stairs.
My lady... Aye. I am sorry. Is it done?
Amaury stared down into her anxious face, and had to wonder how just having her peer at
his manhood had made it stand proud in seconds. That had been unexpected. It had also
saved them, or was about to, he thought grimly as a mans bellows moved up the stairway
drawing closer to the room.
I am sorry, he repeated, once again apologizing for the pain he was about to cause and
thrust forward. Emmas cry of startled pain ended on shocked dismay as the bedroom door
suddenly burst open.
The Deed
Chapter Three
The
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