want, Dominic?"
She had not known the other soldier was there. Gasping she moved to turn over, but the villainous letch Bonnenfant held her down with one strong hand on the small of her back while he calmly conferred on some business with his man. Vivienne was too preoccupied even to listen. He'd tricked her and now he was in control of the situation, exactly what she didn't want to happen. A tremor of anger ripped through her as he forcefully held her down. She did not like his rough-handling, but she could not deny the intense, bone-shaking pleasure he'd given her with his mouth moments before. In truth she did not know which emotion won out. She was hotter than a cauldron on a campfire, bubbling over with want to have him inside her. Hopefully, once she got that out of her system, she could put her mind to finding that key and getting on with her mission there.
"You will get some sleep tonight, I hope, my lord?" she heard Dominic mutter doubtfully.
"Eventually," came the husky reply. "You look a little envious, Dom. Care to join us a while?"
There was silence and she, face down on the pallet, had no idea whether the other man stayed or left.
"Let me up, Bonnenfant," she exclaimed, kicking.
"After the way you teased and tormented me this evening, wench? Making me think you a nun, so high above a rotten sinner like me? Untouchable?" His breath was hot on the nape of her neck as he swept her long hair aside. "I think not." In the next startled breath she heard cloth ripping, too smoothly to be by hand. He was cutting her gown off her. "Lie still," he grunted. "I wouldn't want you to feel a prick. Just yet."
"Let me turn over."
"No. What were you up to around my horse?"
"I told you already. I refuse to waste my words thrice."
"Who sent you to distract me, wench? Someone seeks to sabotage my mission. You may as well confess all and save yourself." Callused hands stroked her buttocks, parted them, squeezed them hard. "From the skill with which you bewitched me I can only assume you're a very expensive whore."
"No doubt you have familiarity with expensive whores," she muttered dryly.
He laughed, one long finger stroking her labia, sliding betwixt them, feeling for her wetness. She was surprised he hadn't drunk it all out of her. She'd never a known a man to go at it so greedily. "A fair amount," he admitted candidly." Although I never pay for it."
"Naturally."
He spanked her arse again and then she heard him ask Dominic to help him with his boots. So the other man had stayed to watch or participate. Excitement escalated. The other soldier was a big, strong fellow—the quiet type. Not so handsome as Bonnenfant, and considerably less enamored with himself, he hung back slightly and had to be coaxed forward again.
"Come, Dom. Don't be shy. She won't bite. Much."
Again, rough hands parted her arse cheeks.
She scowled, lifting up onto her elbows. "I don't do that. " She never allowed cock in her arse, although some men had wanted it. She always found ways to dissuade them from it and offer other treats instead.
"Really, Sister Vivienne, you surprise me."
She jumped when she felt his wet fingertip prying. Of course he wouldn't listen to her, would he? She squeezed her muscles around his determined finger and he swore. Abruptly a broad cock head breached her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes, inhaling the startled gasp of pleasure.
Vivienne pushed back with her hips, merrily impaling herself further on his broadsword, but he jerked away, half sliding out of her, and she mewled in protest. He laughed and rammed back in, filling her again, his heavy balls smacking against her swollen, heated labia. Naturally, she thought crossly, it had to be in his control, at his pace. Again he surged forward. Crying out, she clung to the far edge of the pallet and rested her brow on the fur blanket while he proceeded to claim her body with a ruthless pounding fuck such as she'd never had. Through it all he kept his finger in her
She had not known the other soldier was there. Gasping she moved to turn over, but the villainous letch Bonnenfant held her down with one strong hand on the small of her back while he calmly conferred on some business with his man. Vivienne was too preoccupied even to listen. He'd tricked her and now he was in control of the situation, exactly what she didn't want to happen. A tremor of anger ripped through her as he forcefully held her down. She did not like his rough-handling, but she could not deny the intense, bone-shaking pleasure he'd given her with his mouth moments before. In truth she did not know which emotion won out. She was hotter than a cauldron on a campfire, bubbling over with want to have him inside her. Hopefully, once she got that out of her system, she could put her mind to finding that key and getting on with her mission there.
"You will get some sleep tonight, I hope, my lord?" she heard Dominic mutter doubtfully.
"Eventually," came the husky reply. "You look a little envious, Dom. Care to join us a while?"
There was silence and she, face down on the pallet, had no idea whether the other man stayed or left.
"Let me up, Bonnenfant," she exclaimed, kicking.
"After the way you teased and tormented me this evening, wench? Making me think you a nun, so high above a rotten sinner like me? Untouchable?" His breath was hot on the nape of her neck as he swept her long hair aside. "I think not." In the next startled breath she heard cloth ripping, too smoothly to be by hand. He was cutting her gown off her. "Lie still," he grunted. "I wouldn't want you to feel a prick. Just yet."
"Let me turn over."
"No. What were you up to around my horse?"
"I told you already. I refuse to waste my words thrice."
"Who sent you to distract me, wench? Someone seeks to sabotage my mission. You may as well confess all and save yourself." Callused hands stroked her buttocks, parted them, squeezed them hard. "From the skill with which you bewitched me I can only assume you're a very expensive whore."
"No doubt you have familiarity with expensive whores," she muttered dryly.
He laughed, one long finger stroking her labia, sliding betwixt them, feeling for her wetness. She was surprised he hadn't drunk it all out of her. She'd never a known a man to go at it so greedily. "A fair amount," he admitted candidly." Although I never pay for it."
"Naturally."
He spanked her arse again and then she heard him ask Dominic to help him with his boots. So the other man had stayed to watch or participate. Excitement escalated. The other soldier was a big, strong fellow—the quiet type. Not so handsome as Bonnenfant, and considerably less enamored with himself, he hung back slightly and had to be coaxed forward again.
"Come, Dom. Don't be shy. She won't bite. Much."
Again, rough hands parted her arse cheeks.
She scowled, lifting up onto her elbows. "I don't do that. " She never allowed cock in her arse, although some men had wanted it. She always found ways to dissuade them from it and offer other treats instead.
"Really, Sister Vivienne, you surprise me."
She jumped when she felt his wet fingertip prying. Of course he wouldn't listen to her, would he? She squeezed her muscles around his determined finger and he swore. Abruptly a broad cock head breached her pussy entrance. She closed her eyes, inhaling the startled gasp of pleasure.
Vivienne pushed back with her hips, merrily impaling herself further on his broadsword, but he jerked away, half sliding out of her, and she mewled in protest. He laughed and rammed back in, filling her again, his heavy balls smacking against her swollen, heated labia. Naturally, she thought crossly, it had to be in his control, at his pace. Again he surged forward. Crying out, she clung to the far edge of the pallet and rested her brow on the fur blanket while he proceeded to claim her body with a ruthless pounding fuck such as she'd never had. Through it all he kept his finger in her
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