before he jerked, felt streams of cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed as much of him as she could, a thrill running through her at knowing she could make someone as strong and as powerful as the captain lose control like this, how she could give him this much pleasure. He tasted salty and sweet, his smell enticing. She could feel him growing soft in her mouth, but continued to lick lightly at him, until she was certain he had nothing left to give. That done, she crawled back up beside him, and couldn’t help but feel smug at the stunned look he shot her way.
“You taste very nice.” She said, with a grin, trying to hide her sudden exhaustion.
He laughed. “And you learn fast.” He stroked her breasts, his mouth traveling up to nibble at her neck. He could probably sense that she was sore and tired, for he tucked her against his side, content to nuzzle at her skin but do nothing else.
“Thornton?” Adelai could already feel herself dropping off to sleep, but there was still one nagging question drifting through her mind.
“Yes, little one?”
“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”
There was a pause, before Adelai felt the pressure of his mouth against her eyelids. “I will explain everything to the best of my ability then, sweet. As will Belair, and Saleia. For now, it would be best for you to go get your rest. I have already overused you enough as it is.”
Too tired to argue or ask more questions, Adelai could only nod her head. Within seconds she was fast asleep.
She woke up alone the next morning.
Adelai was first aware of a delicious soreness between her thighs, an aching that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, though decidedly uncomfortable. Her eyes flickered open, as sunlight streamed in through the window, and her first thought was that she had overslept. There were still chores to be done, and Andrika would not be happy to hear she’d been oversleeping. She fought to sit up, and then groaned as the soreness grew more pronounced.
It was only after her eyes took in the unfamiliar bedchamber, a far cry from the simple room she shared with three other sisters, that the events of last night finally sank in. She had been sold at auction to King Belair. No, she had spent the night with….
She closed her eyes, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks she was unable to hide. When she was younger, when she had little understanding of a shrinemaiden’s bid price, she had always imagined her first time with someone that she loved, who she could marry and spend the rest of her life with. As she grew older, those hopes were dashed easily enough, but last night felt to her like the closest she would ever get to those naive dreams.
She was glad to see that the gown she had worn had not been torn, although it was rumpled and creased. She put it on, having no other alternatives. She wondered where the captain was, had been hoping to wake up with him still stretched out beside her, wondered how his naked body might look in the morning light. She was disappointed, but she forced that away. She was a full-fledged shrinemaiden now, and it wouldn’t do for her to be mooning after someone who had taken her virginity given that there would be others waiting in line for her services soon enough - an even likelier one, given the price she had been sold for last night.
The butterflies in her stomach had started up again, and she was debating on whether she should return to the room she and the others had been allotted, or if she should attempt to find Thornton herself, when a knock sounded at her door. A plump maidservant entered, bearing a large breakfast tray, and she had almost forgotten that she was hungry.
“Milady,” the servant said, lifting the tray to reveal loaves of freshly baked bread, scones and butter, hot jam and brewed tea, “I am to tell you that as soon as you have finished with breakfast you are to present yourself to the high priestess in her rooms immediately.”
Adelai fought to hide her
“You taste very nice.” She said, with a grin, trying to hide her sudden exhaustion.
He laughed. “And you learn fast.” He stroked her breasts, his mouth traveling up to nibble at her neck. He could probably sense that she was sore and tired, for he tucked her against his side, content to nuzzle at her skin but do nothing else.
“Thornton?” Adelai could already feel herself dropping off to sleep, but there was still one nagging question drifting through her mind.
“Yes, little one?”
“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”
There was a pause, before Adelai felt the pressure of his mouth against her eyelids. “I will explain everything to the best of my ability then, sweet. As will Belair, and Saleia. For now, it would be best for you to go get your rest. I have already overused you enough as it is.”
Too tired to argue or ask more questions, Adelai could only nod her head. Within seconds she was fast asleep.
She woke up alone the next morning.
Adelai was first aware of a delicious soreness between her thighs, an aching that wasn’t altogether unpleasant, though decidedly uncomfortable. Her eyes flickered open, as sunlight streamed in through the window, and her first thought was that she had overslept. There were still chores to be done, and Andrika would not be happy to hear she’d been oversleeping. She fought to sit up, and then groaned as the soreness grew more pronounced.
It was only after her eyes took in the unfamiliar bedchamber, a far cry from the simple room she shared with three other sisters, that the events of last night finally sank in. She had been sold at auction to King Belair. No, she had spent the night with….
She closed her eyes, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks she was unable to hide. When she was younger, when she had little understanding of a shrinemaiden’s bid price, she had always imagined her first time with someone that she loved, who she could marry and spend the rest of her life with. As she grew older, those hopes were dashed easily enough, but last night felt to her like the closest she would ever get to those naive dreams.
She was glad to see that the gown she had worn had not been torn, although it was rumpled and creased. She put it on, having no other alternatives. She wondered where the captain was, had been hoping to wake up with him still stretched out beside her, wondered how his naked body might look in the morning light. She was disappointed, but she forced that away. She was a full-fledged shrinemaiden now, and it wouldn’t do for her to be mooning after someone who had taken her virginity given that there would be others waiting in line for her services soon enough - an even likelier one, given the price she had been sold for last night.
The butterflies in her stomach had started up again, and she was debating on whether she should return to the room she and the others had been allotted, or if she should attempt to find Thornton herself, when a knock sounded at her door. A plump maidservant entered, bearing a large breakfast tray, and she had almost forgotten that she was hungry.
“Milady,” the servant said, lifting the tray to reveal loaves of freshly baked bread, scones and butter, hot jam and brewed tea, “I am to tell you that as soon as you have finished with breakfast you are to present yourself to the high priestess in her rooms immediately.”
Adelai fought to hide her
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