Thank you very much for the kind feedback.
I have absolutely no idea as the the height of people from the middle ages. Though I have noticed that the last couple generations have grown rather tall, many people topping six foot. I'm 5'7", my dad is shorter than me, and both my grandfathers were shorter than their sons. I just kind of extrapolated that we get taller as we get better quality food and health services and the like. So we would logically be shorter in the past (though obviously there would have to be a limit or we would have all been Hobbits by the Dark Ages). lol
I also take your point about the use of brackets (showing my age again lol) I'll edit the chapter and make an adjustment, just for you. I feel like sometimes there are little whispers in your head while proof reading that 'something' could be improved in (insert sentence) but we don't always listen.
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Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
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Re: Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
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Robert had managed to open the door to Preston dwelling with his booted foot after a few unanswered calls to alert his presence to Livia's grandmother. Without invitation and banking on his good deed to keep him safe from the elder witch, he entered, still cradling Livia in his arms. It was an ancient wattle and daub hut with a sod roof, though the ceiling was neatly boarded. It was surprisingly spacious inside, with planed floorboards and a brick fire opposite the door. There was small dining table in the centre of the room, candles in the middle, two wooden chairs. One side had a long table, almost wall to wall, with a large bathing and washing bowl and numerous cooking pots beneath. The top was one long table for food preparation. Above it was shelving for earthenware jars of all kinds of concoctions. There was a small dark oak door beyond the edge of the long table, a back door, or perhaps that was where the senior Preston resided.
There were dried things hanging from the rafters, roots and vegetables and mushrooms, tied on thin strings of hemp. On his left under the shuttered window was a robust wooden pallet that was obviously the bed, there were pillows and woollen blankets, but it was mostly covered by animal furs.
He carried the young woman gently over to the pallet and laid her down gently on top of the furs. She seemed to awake the instant her head touched a pillow. Her large deep brown eyes fixed their withering gaze on Robert but then her full, now ruby lips stretched into a heart-fluttering smile. She reached up and gently stroked Robert's blushing cheek.
“I carried you home, miss.” He stammered. “I wasn't sure if...”
Livia touched her forefinger to his lips to silence him. With her other hand she took hold of the collar of his tunic and tossed it from her body to the well swept floor, openly revealing her pale succulent flesh and her magnificent breasts to him. He gasped, shivered, bulging eyes unable to pull away from those perfect teardrops. She searched out one of his shaking hands and brough it to her chest, used it to caress her bosom.
Robert was shocked out of his reverie, at the sheer smoothness and heat of Livia’s intimate skin. She felt, under his gentle fingers, like the hot embers of a dying fire.
He was acutely aware that this young woman had just seduced four soldiers back-to-back and three of them hadn't been seen again. He was also acutely aware that this thought didn't scare him or put him off in the slightest. Somehow, he felt safe in her company, despite her reputation and recent display of murderous power.
Having gotten used to the heat of her body his rampant sexual desire took over and he started to fondle her large yet pert breasts with more vigour, hefting their weight, stroking the flesh, kneading the firm globes in his hands.
Livia moaned and began to pant slightly.
His thumbs began to stroke and flick at her stiffening nipples until they were had budded to burning coals. He gently lowered his head and took one stone-hard nipple into his mouth, gently tonguing back and forth while his lips kissed all around the taut yet puckered disk of her areola.
Livia's hands were not idle. While he sucked her nipples - moving from one to the other back and forth voraciously coating each with his cool saliva, she reached down to his crotch and began to urgently rub at his already bulging hardness. This time Robert was the one who began to pant heavily. Livia started to work on the lacings, trying to relieve the pent-up pressure within that impressively bulging crotch.
Feeling bolder, Robert started kissing a light trail up from Livia's hot breasts along the delicate line of her slim throat upward towards her lips. Livia moved her head so as to allow his lips to find hers that much faster. He kissed, with butterfly lightness, along her smooth jaw line before leaping upwards and finding her full soft lips.
Kissing her lips was almost the opposite sensation of kissing her flesh. Her mouth, though soft and succulent was very cool below his own. It was a captivating and invigorating feeling to have her lips pressed against his. Almost immediately her mouth opened and the intense heat of her tongue touched and caressed his pursed lips. The heat seemed equal to that of her burning nipples, that were scorching the palms of his increasingly passionate hands, touched and caressed his lips. Her tongue, sweet tasting and seductively insistent, slid across his lips and then pressed between them, penetrated deeper, thrusting his teeth. He took an extremely gentle nibble of her tongue as it passed between his teeth, drawing a moan out of Livia, a loud moan of distinctly erotic passion.
A loud knocking on the door interrupted their driving passion and the freshly intertwined couple pulled away - Livia in vexation, Robert in guilt-ridden shock.
“It’s your brother and your friend.” Livia said.
It was as though she could see straight through the door. She pressed her cool lips to his once more and then lay back demurely, arranging one of the animal skins over her, before closing her eyes and feigning sleep.
“Don't keep me waiting too long, my lad.” She whispered. “My flesh burns for your touch.”
Breathing deeply and trying to arrange the aching bulge in his breeches, went over to the door and pulled it open. Before Marcus opened his mouth, Robert hushed the other two and stepped outside to talk with them. He guessed Livia would be able to hear them, so he chose his words with care.
“I’m grateful.” Robert said as Marcus handed over Livia's dress.
“There's no one else here, so I’m going to wait with her until her grandmother returns.”
Marcus looked like he was about to protest, but Robert interrupted.
“I’m well brother. Tell mother I’ll be home soon and to keep my supper for me. I just want to be sure that Livia is well.”
Without waiting for a reply, he smiled at the two boys, gave his brother a light slap on the bicep and then left them outside the hut as her disappeared back inside.
He watched them through a knot hole in the door until they were out of sight, then turned back to Livia. She was sitting up in the bed, the fur pulled away from her, unwrapping her amazing figure for him. He grinned, feeling his shaft filling out instantly. She held her arms out for him, her enticing lips spread into a seductive smile that was impossible for Robert to resist.
“Where is your grandmother?” He asked, laying her dress across the back of a chair.
“Out in the woods.” Livia answered softly, her smile widening. “She won't be back for another hour or two.”
“Might I ask, your age?”
An impertinent question from the boy, though he was looking at her with an irrepressible desire sparking in his eyes.
“I’ve seen more summers that you, boy.” She said, amused. “Now enough talking and come to me.”
Robert did as he was told. Following his feet, he watched as Livia stretched out her beautiful expanse of super-long and supple legs, showing off her shape and loveliness as he reached her pallet. He leaned down, climbing over her body, to accept her offered lips. Again, her tongue slipped into his mouth to probe and caress. He excitedly responded in kind.
Livia's hands returned to his crotch. The pause in their cooling passions had softened his penis somewhat but the bulge was still visible and she could still feel the pulsing warmth of the lump of his quickly hardening muscle. At last, the both of them gasping for breath, broke their kiss.
Robert, who had been stroking the bare flesh of Livia's firm thighs, was now once again at full stretch after just ten seconds under her ministrations. She stared into his eyes, hers reflecting the burning lust he was experiencing, her mood one of heart-fluttering impatience.
“Get those things off.”
He hurriedly grabbed the hem of his loose sleeved linen shirt and yanked it up over his head. She was trying to work at the lacings of his breeches again, but he took over as soon as he was bare from the waist. As he stumbled about clumsily, struggling, in his hurry, to strip, Livia took a long deliberating look over Robert’s young yet developed physique. Though he was still maturing, the long hot summer days in the fields had given him a healthy tan and the hours of arduous manual labour had worked his muscles into a natural and attractive build. He was trim rather than burly and his tone was lean and shapely rather than large and hefty his body was hairless other than a nest surrounding his cock. Livia liked what she saw.
She also liked what she saw when his breeches were, at last, tossed aside. His erection was nicely shaped, perhaps not overly long nor thick, but its youthful virility was obvious in the angle of its rock-solid elevation. It made Livia's mouth water.
She opened her arms to him again and he excitedly came over and joined her on the pallet.
Livia sensed this would be his first time and wanted it to be both sweet and memorable for him, for both of them. She pulled him into the bed atop her, encircling him with her arms, and hooking one thigh over his legs. Shivering as the shaft, hard as a tree branch, pressed against her thigh, a hot rock pressing into her flesh.
Their lips came together and she allowed him to feed her his slick tongue. Livia closed her lips around his deep probing muscle and started to gently suckle at its slick length, simultaneously stroking its tip with her own tongue.
Robert unleashed a guttural moan and slid his hands gently up her supple back and over her slender shoulders then down across the full curves of her immaculate breasts. He used only his fingertips, the lightest touch, almost teasing her. His fingertips danced around her areolae, enjoying her responsive shivers, then he slowly continued downward, exploring their under curves before descending toward her flat stomach. He caressed the sides of her smooth hips until his fingers found the firm curves of her pert buttocks. Only then did Robert press against her with his grip, taking a firm possessive hold of her ass cheeks. Livia groaned into his mouth. And then abruptly pulled away.
She was ready for him and that hard pulsing bar of heat pressing against her thigh, told her that he was equally ready. She leaned against Robert, rolling them both, pressing him down onto his back, then she lifted her pale leg and straddled his lean muscular frame. She sensed his desire to have her use her mouth on him but that could wait. She needed to feel that solid length of living meat sliding into her sensitive core and she could wait no longer.
Reaching behind her buttocks, she grasped hold of Robert's shaft. It was extremely hard but to be sure Livia massaged his scrotum lightly in her palm for a few seconds until the erection was literally throbbing with desire and he was moaning and twitching beneath her. Apparently astute and not a domineering type, he appeared to have given over control over to her which, in her current mood was perfect - other than his hands which were fast to her sweat slick breasts, that he squeezed and caressed with a controlled passion, thumbing the already hard nipples until they ached with stiffness.
Unable to wait any longer, Livia slid herself upwards slowly and opened up her core with the fingertips of one hand. The other was clamped tightly round the root of Robert's shaft.
She could feel the lubricating juices trickling among the delicate folds of her labia, coating her fingertips. She rubbed a little from her fingers onto the hot crown of Robert's shaft, retracting the foreskin and massaging the cool liquid around and around his bloated head, as if she were oiling him. His twitching and groaning increased ten-fold at the explicit caresses on the most sensitive part of his body. Livia enjoyed the lightning bolts of power she experienced as she manipulated his depth of pleasure. Finally, she had teased and lubricated adequately and carefully lowered her hips, guiding his shaft to her anxiously waiting tunnel.
Releasing a breast, the boy brought his hand down between her thighs, stroking her sparse pubic hair and the swollen pouting lips below. His touch felt tender and fiery at the same time. Livia began to shiver again, his touch on her skin, like no other man’s, which shocked her, felt like lightning coursing through her. He touched her in one place and she felt it everywhere.
Finally, with his anointed crown throbbing at the open mouth of her core, she shifted her weight, and then allowed his hardness to stretch her tunnel mouth sliding into her an inch. Her clinging lips slid inwards as her fingers let go, then gently contracted around his shaft, adding their sensitive heat to the sensations already making her quiver and breathe in her burgeoning lust.
Certain he was held secure, she removed her fingers and, arching her back, reached down to get at his scrotum again. He released a tense groan when she cupped his heavy sac and his hands clamped onto her ass. He tried to pull her down to engulf his cock but Livia didn’t allow it. Instead, she ignored him, choosing to slowly lower herself down his length a slow inch at a time, an exquisite torture. Though it was as much as a torture for her as for him, the heat and hardness in that weighty club as if slowly filled and stretched in tunnel was almost as sweet a torture for the young woman.
Eventually, the undercurves of her buttocks met his hips, her vulva tickled by his wiry pubic nest, while his blunt hot head pressured her cervix delightfully. That was it, she had taken his entirety, and he felt beautifully, perfectly proportioned for her. Gorging on the pulsing hot pleasure of their conjoined moment she paused, holding her hips very still.
Robert's face was screwed up in his own euphoria. His hands released her buttocks, he had been forced to stretch himself upward to keep hold of them. She assumed, given his work, his back would often pain him. He relaxed back onto the bed, apparently content to lightly stroke her firm pale thigh and to merely exist inside her.
It lasted mere moments, before his hips started their miniscule gyrations and thrusts, barely an inch of movement, but the male asserting his need rather than allowing the female full control. Livia would take that back.
Gently leaning her torso forwards until her heavy breasts were brushing his sweat sheened chest, her hands encircling the nape of his thick neck. Without moving farther, she began to tease him with her powerful vaginal muscles, tightening around him, cinching him tight so that he couldn’t move, holding it for a breath then relaxing. Robert seemed to love this. He moaned hoarsely and his body twitched beneath Livia's to each of her gentle caresses.
His hand reached back down to possess her buttocks again, before sliding his touch along her smooth back and well-muscled shoulders, but it was only a perfunctory caress before his hands and attention returned to the soft, smooth majesty of her breasts. His hand pinned between them, grasping each heavy mound and once again teasing her stiff nipples with his fingers. It made Livia hiss out her pleasure and she lifted herself a little to give his more access to play.
Livia worked her own core cinches into a rhythm and combined it with his slow idle thrusts, so that she grasped Robert's shaft on the out stroke, tightening like a noose around the flared ridge of that bloated crown as he withdrew. She knew the intensity of that would produce copious searing pleasure, blazing through the boy’s genitals as accomplished that mindless urge to drive with his hips.
To counter this delectable woman’s internal embraces, Robert started to shove harder into her, turning it into a contest, pumping up with his hips to meet Livia's ass as she smacked her flesh audibly onto his.
He reached down again to grab her buttocks in both hands, working her slick groin harder against his. They both knew he wouldn't last long this way, but Robert was too far gone already too do anything to slow his pursuit of climatic joy. while Livia wasn't far from her own orgasm, she knew he would reach his peak first and she wasn’t quite close enough to join him, she would slide back down and be left frustrated. She wasn’t prepared for such an end, not with this sweet boy. And his inexperience was not his fault. If he could last a few more minutes, she would be there with him.
She reached around beneath her buttocks and took up his scrotum. Taking it into her palm she carefully closed her fingers around it and gave the hot, heavy sack a gentle squeeze. He moaned an odd animalistic whinny that could have been pain but wasn't quite, Livia maintained her careful grasp, holding his scrotum secure, palming the balls within, keeping on the knife edge of pain and pleasure. Inside her she focussed on the muscles within his pulsating shaft began to palpitate, twitching and bulging against her own quivering walls, his muscles straining, stretching her walls.
He tensed up suddenly, body and erection. A hairsbreadth from his peak. Still, Livia wasn't close enough to enjoy the same result.
She released his scrotum and grabbed the stem of his shaft that was slick with her own freely running juices. And pinched the stem between finger and thumb, as tight as she could.
Robert cried out again, hurriedly sitting upright, drawing her with him so they both sat facing each other, legs circled around the other’s back, Livia's grasping hand trapped and almost crushed by their fused groins. She held on tight as she felt his phallus surging, straining, muscles in orgasmic over-activity. However, her grip had locked the seed within his scrotum and the blood in his shaft.
Forcing her backward, he buried his head in her large pillowing breasts while his hands clamped down hard on her clenched buttocks, Livia began humping her ass against him frantically, working at the burning friction between them, working the engorged iron bar of his shaft chafing her clenched tunnel walls, to drive her pleasure onward, trying to get her own climax to peak.
Robert was grunting and growling against her, she could feel his tongue and lips locked on a nipple sucking harshly, suction pulling at her tingling hot flesh. His hands were painfully clenched on her taut buttocks.
Finally, he threw his head back. His eyes were bloodshot with strain, welling with tears and the pressure on his flushed, sweat soaked features was intense. With wide pleading eyes, he stared into hers.
“For God's sake!” He gulped, beseeching. “I beg you Livia, let me come!”
Laughing, Livia pressed her face to his, her open mouth searching out Robert’s. Her hungry tongue flicked out, wanting to taste and tease his. Their lips locked tight, tongues writhing in a duel of passion. Robert groaning in constant desperation and need, presenting his unspoken plea right into their heated kiss.
At long last and with obvious reluctance, Livia released her vice grip on the stem of his engorged, bloated phallus.
Instantly, Robert let out a loud wheezing hiss hands clawing at her rounded muscles of her buttocks, and buried his face between her sweat-soaked breasts again and he came, at last, in a violent shuddering geyser of liquid ecstasy.
Livia writhed back against Robert as she released him from his forced suppression. He was hurting her with the tense grip on her ass and his face crushing her breasts, but she didn't care. She was so close.
His pent-up orgasm exploded within her. Hot seed geysered up into her tunnel, slapping her sensitive flesh, splurging in all directions. The dense, hot fluid spurted upwards, splattering over her walls and cervix. She felt each intense searing spurt of his seed splashing her sensitive flesh.
Finally freeing her breasts and buttocks, the boy fell back, clutching at the furs covering the pallet beneath him and arching his back, jerking upward like a bolting stallion, driving his hips up against her and pumping more and more hot tribute into her.
Livia never quite made it. Even with her manhandling, the boy had been just a little too quick. And yet she found herself surprised that she wasn't bothered though. For his first time, this boy Robert had done remarkably well. Only one other had shown the promise of this young colt. And that other was long out of her life. Which was no bad thing, truth be told.
Finally, his impressive climax had reduced to a slow dribbling. An emergence rather than a violent eruption. The stone hard shaft was also beginning to wilt at last, she could feel its slow wither within her still stretched and pulsing walls.
Livia flattened herself onto Robert’s twitching panting torso and he gently slid his arms around her sweaty back. Around to her sides. The tips of his fingers found her breasts and gently stroked her flesh again, as though in silent apology for the harsh treatment he'd inflicted earlier. She smiled and tilted her head offering her sensuous lips for him to kiss. He took up the offer, though with an exhausted gentleness.
He was still inside her and they could still feel both of their juices trickling out of their sheathed together offerings. Livia's natural tightness was holding his flaccid penis inside her, a tender fist. They remained exhausted by their lust-filled, mutually heavy coupling.
“We'll do it again in a few minutes.” Livia whispered between gentle kisses.
Robert smiled and nodded his agreement. Though they were fast falling asleep in each other’s arms and sleep took them in their contentment.
It was other hour before Livia's Grandmother returned to their shared dwelling, her wicker basket over flowing with forest-donated sustenance. She and Livia had been the closest of friends since before Livia's mother had been hanged, her mother had not been the easiest of women to warm to, and never been particularly maternal.
Grams Preston came into the dwelling in her usual silent manner. She could walk among crowds completely unnoticed if she wished, even people looking directly at her would see nothing. She had heard the passion-filled cacophony of heated coupling from outside the dwelling.
She entered and stood there for a moment watching her beautiful granddaughter's naked back, lean and pale, arching repeatedly and she slid her hips back and forth over the young boy she’d taken as her latest lover. The boy was mostly concealed by the bedding that surrounded them along with Livia’s enticing form.
All that was truly visible was Livia's bare back and the firm round cheeks of her bottom, along with the flowing bounce of her wavy brown tresses. Her glowing flesh glistened in the firelight with her perspiration. And Livia and the boy were both gasping in time to their jerky movements.
Suddenly Livia became aware of Gram's presence. She twisted around and looked back over her shoulder, not missing the rhythm of her passion. She smiled sweetly at her bright-eyed grandmother and winked at her. Neither found any embarrassment in the situation, Livia often told Grams in intimate detail of her lovers. It was closer to the bond between two sisters as much as the relationship between grandparent and her grandchild.
Grams watched for a few more seconds, before, with a silent chuckle, slid away to her rug by the fire, giving the youngsters her bowed back. Of course, the boy would never have been aware of her no matter what.
The second time for Livia and Robert was a much better experience. They took their time. They learned the pleasure of each other’s bodies and how best to develop it. Livia didn't work as hard on Robert’s shaft the second time and as a result he lasted noticeably longer. In actuality it was Livia who reached climax first on their second occasion, a good few seconds before Robert joined her.
Afterwards they lay together for a time, kissing and whispering sweetnesses to each other.
Eventually, Livia rose and made them a sweet broth drink, Grams too, though she was all but invisible, lost in the graceful dance of the flames. It was only then enjoying the afterglow, and the warming, invigorating broth, while they sat together in their intimacy, with the young woman perched on the pallet beside the boy with her bare legs laid across his lap, that Robert realised that it had already grown to full darkness outside. His parents would certainly be growing concerned for him. He apologised to Livia and said his farewells.
“Come and see me again.” Livia said, smiling coquettishly. “If that is your wish.”
Robert promised solemnly to do just that and then he was gone.
Robert had managed to open the door to Preston dwelling with his booted foot after a few unanswered calls to alert his presence to Livia's grandmother. Without invitation and banking on his good deed to keep him safe from the elder witch, he entered, still cradling Livia in his arms. It was an ancient wattle and daub hut with a sod roof, though the ceiling was neatly boarded. It was surprisingly spacious inside, with planed floorboards and a brick fire opposite the door. There was small dining table in the centre of the room, candles in the middle, two wooden chairs. One side had a long table, almost wall to wall, with a large bathing and washing bowl and numerous cooking pots beneath. The top was one long table for food preparation. Above it was shelving for earthenware jars of all kinds of concoctions. There was a small dark oak door beyond the edge of the long table, a back door, or perhaps that was where the senior Preston resided.
There were dried things hanging from the rafters, roots and vegetables and mushrooms, tied on thin strings of hemp. On his left under the shuttered window was a robust wooden pallet that was obviously the bed, there were pillows and woollen blankets, but it was mostly covered by animal furs.
He carried the young woman gently over to the pallet and laid her down gently on top of the furs. She seemed to awake the instant her head touched a pillow. Her large deep brown eyes fixed their withering gaze on Robert but then her full, now ruby lips stretched into a heart-fluttering smile. She reached up and gently stroked Robert's blushing cheek.
“I carried you home, miss.” He stammered. “I wasn't sure if...”
Livia touched her forefinger to his lips to silence him. With her other hand she took hold of the collar of his tunic and tossed it from her body to the well swept floor, openly revealing her pale succulent flesh and her magnificent breasts to him. He gasped, shivered, bulging eyes unable to pull away from those perfect teardrops. She searched out one of his shaking hands and brough it to her chest, used it to caress her bosom.
Robert was shocked out of his reverie, at the sheer smoothness and heat of Livia’s intimate skin. She felt, under his gentle fingers, like the hot embers of a dying fire.
He was acutely aware that this young woman had just seduced four soldiers back-to-back and three of them hadn't been seen again. He was also acutely aware that this thought didn't scare him or put him off in the slightest. Somehow, he felt safe in her company, despite her reputation and recent display of murderous power.
Having gotten used to the heat of her body his rampant sexual desire took over and he started to fondle her large yet pert breasts with more vigour, hefting their weight, stroking the flesh, kneading the firm globes in his hands.
Livia moaned and began to pant slightly.
His thumbs began to stroke and flick at her stiffening nipples until they were had budded to burning coals. He gently lowered his head and took one stone-hard nipple into his mouth, gently tonguing back and forth while his lips kissed all around the taut yet puckered disk of her areola.
Livia's hands were not idle. While he sucked her nipples - moving from one to the other back and forth voraciously coating each with his cool saliva, she reached down to his crotch and began to urgently rub at his already bulging hardness. This time Robert was the one who began to pant heavily. Livia started to work on the lacings, trying to relieve the pent-up pressure within that impressively bulging crotch.
Feeling bolder, Robert started kissing a light trail up from Livia's hot breasts along the delicate line of her slim throat upward towards her lips. Livia moved her head so as to allow his lips to find hers that much faster. He kissed, with butterfly lightness, along her smooth jaw line before leaping upwards and finding her full soft lips.
Kissing her lips was almost the opposite sensation of kissing her flesh. Her mouth, though soft and succulent was very cool below his own. It was a captivating and invigorating feeling to have her lips pressed against his. Almost immediately her mouth opened and the intense heat of her tongue touched and caressed his pursed lips. The heat seemed equal to that of her burning nipples, that were scorching the palms of his increasingly passionate hands, touched and caressed his lips. Her tongue, sweet tasting and seductively insistent, slid across his lips and then pressed between them, penetrated deeper, thrusting his teeth. He took an extremely gentle nibble of her tongue as it passed between his teeth, drawing a moan out of Livia, a loud moan of distinctly erotic passion.
A loud knocking on the door interrupted their driving passion and the freshly intertwined couple pulled away - Livia in vexation, Robert in guilt-ridden shock.
“It’s your brother and your friend.” Livia said.
It was as though she could see straight through the door. She pressed her cool lips to his once more and then lay back demurely, arranging one of the animal skins over her, before closing her eyes and feigning sleep.
“Don't keep me waiting too long, my lad.” She whispered. “My flesh burns for your touch.”
Breathing deeply and trying to arrange the aching bulge in his breeches, went over to the door and pulled it open. Before Marcus opened his mouth, Robert hushed the other two and stepped outside to talk with them. He guessed Livia would be able to hear them, so he chose his words with care.
“I’m grateful.” Robert said as Marcus handed over Livia's dress.
“There's no one else here, so I’m going to wait with her until her grandmother returns.”
Marcus looked like he was about to protest, but Robert interrupted.
“I’m well brother. Tell mother I’ll be home soon and to keep my supper for me. I just want to be sure that Livia is well.”
Without waiting for a reply, he smiled at the two boys, gave his brother a light slap on the bicep and then left them outside the hut as her disappeared back inside.
He watched them through a knot hole in the door until they were out of sight, then turned back to Livia. She was sitting up in the bed, the fur pulled away from her, unwrapping her amazing figure for him. He grinned, feeling his shaft filling out instantly. She held her arms out for him, her enticing lips spread into a seductive smile that was impossible for Robert to resist.
“Where is your grandmother?” He asked, laying her dress across the back of a chair.
“Out in the woods.” Livia answered softly, her smile widening. “She won't be back for another hour or two.”
“Might I ask, your age?”
An impertinent question from the boy, though he was looking at her with an irrepressible desire sparking in his eyes.
“I’ve seen more summers that you, boy.” She said, amused. “Now enough talking and come to me.”
Robert did as he was told. Following his feet, he watched as Livia stretched out her beautiful expanse of super-long and supple legs, showing off her shape and loveliness as he reached her pallet. He leaned down, climbing over her body, to accept her offered lips. Again, her tongue slipped into his mouth to probe and caress. He excitedly responded in kind.
Livia's hands returned to his crotch. The pause in their cooling passions had softened his penis somewhat but the bulge was still visible and she could still feel the pulsing warmth of the lump of his quickly hardening muscle. At last, the both of them gasping for breath, broke their kiss.
Robert, who had been stroking the bare flesh of Livia's firm thighs, was now once again at full stretch after just ten seconds under her ministrations. She stared into his eyes, hers reflecting the burning lust he was experiencing, her mood one of heart-fluttering impatience.
“Get those things off.”
He hurriedly grabbed the hem of his loose sleeved linen shirt and yanked it up over his head. She was trying to work at the lacings of his breeches again, but he took over as soon as he was bare from the waist. As he stumbled about clumsily, struggling, in his hurry, to strip, Livia took a long deliberating look over Robert’s young yet developed physique. Though he was still maturing, the long hot summer days in the fields had given him a healthy tan and the hours of arduous manual labour had worked his muscles into a natural and attractive build. He was trim rather than burly and his tone was lean and shapely rather than large and hefty his body was hairless other than a nest surrounding his cock. Livia liked what she saw.
She also liked what she saw when his breeches were, at last, tossed aside. His erection was nicely shaped, perhaps not overly long nor thick, but its youthful virility was obvious in the angle of its rock-solid elevation. It made Livia's mouth water.
She opened her arms to him again and he excitedly came over and joined her on the pallet.
Livia sensed this would be his first time and wanted it to be both sweet and memorable for him, for both of them. She pulled him into the bed atop her, encircling him with her arms, and hooking one thigh over his legs. Shivering as the shaft, hard as a tree branch, pressed against her thigh, a hot rock pressing into her flesh.
Their lips came together and she allowed him to feed her his slick tongue. Livia closed her lips around his deep probing muscle and started to gently suckle at its slick length, simultaneously stroking its tip with her own tongue.
Robert unleashed a guttural moan and slid his hands gently up her supple back and over her slender shoulders then down across the full curves of her immaculate breasts. He used only his fingertips, the lightest touch, almost teasing her. His fingertips danced around her areolae, enjoying her responsive shivers, then he slowly continued downward, exploring their under curves before descending toward her flat stomach. He caressed the sides of her smooth hips until his fingers found the firm curves of her pert buttocks. Only then did Robert press against her with his grip, taking a firm possessive hold of her ass cheeks. Livia groaned into his mouth. And then abruptly pulled away.
She was ready for him and that hard pulsing bar of heat pressing against her thigh, told her that he was equally ready. She leaned against Robert, rolling them both, pressing him down onto his back, then she lifted her pale leg and straddled his lean muscular frame. She sensed his desire to have her use her mouth on him but that could wait. She needed to feel that solid length of living meat sliding into her sensitive core and she could wait no longer.
Reaching behind her buttocks, she grasped hold of Robert's shaft. It was extremely hard but to be sure Livia massaged his scrotum lightly in her palm for a few seconds until the erection was literally throbbing with desire and he was moaning and twitching beneath her. Apparently astute and not a domineering type, he appeared to have given over control over to her which, in her current mood was perfect - other than his hands which were fast to her sweat slick breasts, that he squeezed and caressed with a controlled passion, thumbing the already hard nipples until they ached with stiffness.
Unable to wait any longer, Livia slid herself upwards slowly and opened up her core with the fingertips of one hand. The other was clamped tightly round the root of Robert's shaft.
She could feel the lubricating juices trickling among the delicate folds of her labia, coating her fingertips. She rubbed a little from her fingers onto the hot crown of Robert's shaft, retracting the foreskin and massaging the cool liquid around and around his bloated head, as if she were oiling him. His twitching and groaning increased ten-fold at the explicit caresses on the most sensitive part of his body. Livia enjoyed the lightning bolts of power she experienced as she manipulated his depth of pleasure. Finally, she had teased and lubricated adequately and carefully lowered her hips, guiding his shaft to her anxiously waiting tunnel.
Releasing a breast, the boy brought his hand down between her thighs, stroking her sparse pubic hair and the swollen pouting lips below. His touch felt tender and fiery at the same time. Livia began to shiver again, his touch on her skin, like no other man’s, which shocked her, felt like lightning coursing through her. He touched her in one place and she felt it everywhere.
Finally, with his anointed crown throbbing at the open mouth of her core, she shifted her weight, and then allowed his hardness to stretch her tunnel mouth sliding into her an inch. Her clinging lips slid inwards as her fingers let go, then gently contracted around his shaft, adding their sensitive heat to the sensations already making her quiver and breathe in her burgeoning lust.
Certain he was held secure, she removed her fingers and, arching her back, reached down to get at his scrotum again. He released a tense groan when she cupped his heavy sac and his hands clamped onto her ass. He tried to pull her down to engulf his cock but Livia didn’t allow it. Instead, she ignored him, choosing to slowly lower herself down his length a slow inch at a time, an exquisite torture. Though it was as much as a torture for her as for him, the heat and hardness in that weighty club as if slowly filled and stretched in tunnel was almost as sweet a torture for the young woman.
Eventually, the undercurves of her buttocks met his hips, her vulva tickled by his wiry pubic nest, while his blunt hot head pressured her cervix delightfully. That was it, she had taken his entirety, and he felt beautifully, perfectly proportioned for her. Gorging on the pulsing hot pleasure of their conjoined moment she paused, holding her hips very still.
Robert's face was screwed up in his own euphoria. His hands released her buttocks, he had been forced to stretch himself upward to keep hold of them. She assumed, given his work, his back would often pain him. He relaxed back onto the bed, apparently content to lightly stroke her firm pale thigh and to merely exist inside her.
It lasted mere moments, before his hips started their miniscule gyrations and thrusts, barely an inch of movement, but the male asserting his need rather than allowing the female full control. Livia would take that back.
Gently leaning her torso forwards until her heavy breasts were brushing his sweat sheened chest, her hands encircling the nape of his thick neck. Without moving farther, she began to tease him with her powerful vaginal muscles, tightening around him, cinching him tight so that he couldn’t move, holding it for a breath then relaxing. Robert seemed to love this. He moaned hoarsely and his body twitched beneath Livia's to each of her gentle caresses.
His hand reached back down to possess her buttocks again, before sliding his touch along her smooth back and well-muscled shoulders, but it was only a perfunctory caress before his hands and attention returned to the soft, smooth majesty of her breasts. His hand pinned between them, grasping each heavy mound and once again teasing her stiff nipples with his fingers. It made Livia hiss out her pleasure and she lifted herself a little to give his more access to play.
Livia worked her own core cinches into a rhythm and combined it with his slow idle thrusts, so that she grasped Robert's shaft on the out stroke, tightening like a noose around the flared ridge of that bloated crown as he withdrew. She knew the intensity of that would produce copious searing pleasure, blazing through the boy’s genitals as accomplished that mindless urge to drive with his hips.
To counter this delectable woman’s internal embraces, Robert started to shove harder into her, turning it into a contest, pumping up with his hips to meet Livia's ass as she smacked her flesh audibly onto his.
He reached down again to grab her buttocks in both hands, working her slick groin harder against his. They both knew he wouldn't last long this way, but Robert was too far gone already too do anything to slow his pursuit of climatic joy. while Livia wasn't far from her own orgasm, she knew he would reach his peak first and she wasn’t quite close enough to join him, she would slide back down and be left frustrated. She wasn’t prepared for such an end, not with this sweet boy. And his inexperience was not his fault. If he could last a few more minutes, she would be there with him.
She reached around beneath her buttocks and took up his scrotum. Taking it into her palm she carefully closed her fingers around it and gave the hot, heavy sack a gentle squeeze. He moaned an odd animalistic whinny that could have been pain but wasn't quite, Livia maintained her careful grasp, holding his scrotum secure, palming the balls within, keeping on the knife edge of pain and pleasure. Inside her she focussed on the muscles within his pulsating shaft began to palpitate, twitching and bulging against her own quivering walls, his muscles straining, stretching her walls.
He tensed up suddenly, body and erection. A hairsbreadth from his peak. Still, Livia wasn't close enough to enjoy the same result.
She released his scrotum and grabbed the stem of his shaft that was slick with her own freely running juices. And pinched the stem between finger and thumb, as tight as she could.
Robert cried out again, hurriedly sitting upright, drawing her with him so they both sat facing each other, legs circled around the other’s back, Livia's grasping hand trapped and almost crushed by their fused groins. She held on tight as she felt his phallus surging, straining, muscles in orgasmic over-activity. However, her grip had locked the seed within his scrotum and the blood in his shaft.
Forcing her backward, he buried his head in her large pillowing breasts while his hands clamped down hard on her clenched buttocks, Livia began humping her ass against him frantically, working at the burning friction between them, working the engorged iron bar of his shaft chafing her clenched tunnel walls, to drive her pleasure onward, trying to get her own climax to peak.
Robert was grunting and growling against her, she could feel his tongue and lips locked on a nipple sucking harshly, suction pulling at her tingling hot flesh. His hands were painfully clenched on her taut buttocks.
Finally, he threw his head back. His eyes were bloodshot with strain, welling with tears and the pressure on his flushed, sweat soaked features was intense. With wide pleading eyes, he stared into hers.
“For God's sake!” He gulped, beseeching. “I beg you Livia, let me come!”
Laughing, Livia pressed her face to his, her open mouth searching out Robert’s. Her hungry tongue flicked out, wanting to taste and tease his. Their lips locked tight, tongues writhing in a duel of passion. Robert groaning in constant desperation and need, presenting his unspoken plea right into their heated kiss.
At long last and with obvious reluctance, Livia released her vice grip on the stem of his engorged, bloated phallus.
Instantly, Robert let out a loud wheezing hiss hands clawing at her rounded muscles of her buttocks, and buried his face between her sweat-soaked breasts again and he came, at last, in a violent shuddering geyser of liquid ecstasy.
Livia writhed back against Robert as she released him from his forced suppression. He was hurting her with the tense grip on her ass and his face crushing her breasts, but she didn't care. She was so close.
His pent-up orgasm exploded within her. Hot seed geysered up into her tunnel, slapping her sensitive flesh, splurging in all directions. The dense, hot fluid spurted upwards, splattering over her walls and cervix. She felt each intense searing spurt of his seed splashing her sensitive flesh.
Finally freeing her breasts and buttocks, the boy fell back, clutching at the furs covering the pallet beneath him and arching his back, jerking upward like a bolting stallion, driving his hips up against her and pumping more and more hot tribute into her.
Livia never quite made it. Even with her manhandling, the boy had been just a little too quick. And yet she found herself surprised that she wasn't bothered though. For his first time, this boy Robert had done remarkably well. Only one other had shown the promise of this young colt. And that other was long out of her life. Which was no bad thing, truth be told.
Finally, his impressive climax had reduced to a slow dribbling. An emergence rather than a violent eruption. The stone hard shaft was also beginning to wilt at last, she could feel its slow wither within her still stretched and pulsing walls.
Livia flattened herself onto Robert’s twitching panting torso and he gently slid his arms around her sweaty back. Around to her sides. The tips of his fingers found her breasts and gently stroked her flesh again, as though in silent apology for the harsh treatment he'd inflicted earlier. She smiled and tilted her head offering her sensuous lips for him to kiss. He took up the offer, though with an exhausted gentleness.
He was still inside her and they could still feel both of their juices trickling out of their sheathed together offerings. Livia's natural tightness was holding his flaccid penis inside her, a tender fist. They remained exhausted by their lust-filled, mutually heavy coupling.
“We'll do it again in a few minutes.” Livia whispered between gentle kisses.
Robert smiled and nodded his agreement. Though they were fast falling asleep in each other’s arms and sleep took them in their contentment.
It was other hour before Livia's Grandmother returned to their shared dwelling, her wicker basket over flowing with forest-donated sustenance. She and Livia had been the closest of friends since before Livia's mother had been hanged, her mother had not been the easiest of women to warm to, and never been particularly maternal.
Grams Preston came into the dwelling in her usual silent manner. She could walk among crowds completely unnoticed if she wished, even people looking directly at her would see nothing. She had heard the passion-filled cacophony of heated coupling from outside the dwelling.
She entered and stood there for a moment watching her beautiful granddaughter's naked back, lean and pale, arching repeatedly and she slid her hips back and forth over the young boy she’d taken as her latest lover. The boy was mostly concealed by the bedding that surrounded them along with Livia’s enticing form.
All that was truly visible was Livia's bare back and the firm round cheeks of her bottom, along with the flowing bounce of her wavy brown tresses. Her glowing flesh glistened in the firelight with her perspiration. And Livia and the boy were both gasping in time to their jerky movements.
Suddenly Livia became aware of Gram's presence. She twisted around and looked back over her shoulder, not missing the rhythm of her passion. She smiled sweetly at her bright-eyed grandmother and winked at her. Neither found any embarrassment in the situation, Livia often told Grams in intimate detail of her lovers. It was closer to the bond between two sisters as much as the relationship between grandparent and her grandchild.
Grams watched for a few more seconds, before, with a silent chuckle, slid away to her rug by the fire, giving the youngsters her bowed back. Of course, the boy would never have been aware of her no matter what.
The second time for Livia and Robert was a much better experience. They took their time. They learned the pleasure of each other’s bodies and how best to develop it. Livia didn't work as hard on Robert’s shaft the second time and as a result he lasted noticeably longer. In actuality it was Livia who reached climax first on their second occasion, a good few seconds before Robert joined her.
Afterwards they lay together for a time, kissing and whispering sweetnesses to each other.
Eventually, Livia rose and made them a sweet broth drink, Grams too, though she was all but invisible, lost in the graceful dance of the flames. It was only then enjoying the afterglow, and the warming, invigorating broth, while they sat together in their intimacy, with the young woman perched on the pallet beside the boy with her bare legs laid across his lap, that Robert realised that it had already grown to full darkness outside. His parents would certainly be growing concerned for him. He apologised to Livia and said his farewells.
“Come and see me again.” Livia said, smiling coquettishly. “If that is your wish.”
Robert promised solemnly to do just that and then he was gone.
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Re: Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
FOUR
The three boys had finished another long day in the fields and were on their way, as usual, to intoxicate themselves, first with the angelic vision called Vicky Hayes and of her resplendent young body, and then to partake in a more mundane intoxicant at the inn.
They sat beneath a tree on the side of a low rise. The tree marked one of the edges of Pendragon’s farm land, it offered a good view of Vicky at a thirty-yard distance, as she brought in dried washing from the line of plaited hemp suspended between two fruit trees. They sat side by side, their backs to the trunk and stared down the girl.
“Lord but she amazes...” Richard muttered.
He ended his comment with a wistful sigh as he gazed down upon Vicky's beauty, her golden skin and blonde tresses all but glistening in the afternoon sun.
“Lovely...” Marcus added. “Lovely as the dawning sun on a spring morn... over… a dew-covered field of… wheat." Marcus added trying to capture a poetic in the moment.
Ever the poet, Marcus attempted to capture the poetry of the moment, of the three he had skill with words, though could not be considered successful in their use. He was still a farm labourer, after all. Robert, on the left of the trio, was gazing up at a sleek blackbird sitting in the tree above them, his mind very far from the undeniable beauty of Vicky Hayes.
“Why is he so quiet?" Richard asked, elbowing Marcus.
“Who knows, after that late night earlier in the week, watching over the witch, he went straight to bed and has been this way ever since. Probably bewitched.”
“You mean, literally or by feminine charms?”
“What's the difference?” Muttered Marcus, voicing both jealousy and concern.
“A fair word. And the witch Livia is doubtless fair, fair as can be. I won’t be the one to deny that.”
“None could.”
Oddly, even Robert’s brother and friend mentioning the sultry bewitcher by name did not assail his distracted attention. But if distracted by desire was the worse of his current malady, then that was nought of concern. It was undeniable that the witch Livia was as lovely a wench as any man had laid eyes on, a dazzling beauty akin to the summer sun. She was, however, as dangerous as she was gorgeous, or at least had the potential to be and the villagers knew well to stay on her good side.
There had been rumours for years of men having taken advantage of her lustrous charms only to fall dead days, even hours later. The village women could sometimes be heard muttering of 'her sport'. The men spoke of the women’s jealousy, but there were enough rumours to cast doubt that ‘just jealousy’ might be selling the village wives short.
For all Marcus and Richard knew she had bewitched Robert for malicious reasons. Or she could simply have caught his eye.
However, until yesterday his whole desire had been aimed solely at Vicky, just as Marcus and Richard would admit. Could love change so quickly and sharply? In the course of a single night? Marcus believed not. On the other hand, what could he do?
Robert hadn't heard them at all. In fact, he acted as though the other two, weren't even sat beside him at all. He had hardly said a word all day, simply keeping his head down and working hard in the fields. Water breaks had been held in silence, at least where Robert was concerned. And now, they had gone down to watch Vicky as usual and he wasn't even participating. He abruptly stood and wandered away, among the long grasses on the hillside. His idly path worming vaguely towards the woods, away from their home and in the general direction of Livia's dwelling.
Marcus looked from his brother to his friend, and then back again. He turned to Richard.
“I'm going to keep an eye on him.” He muttered.
“I'll stay here a while. We can meet up in 'Gabriel's' later.”
Marcus nodded and turned to follow his foolishly preoccupied, or mystically enraptured, brother.
Richard was quite pleased that things turned out this way. He wasn't too concerned for Robert, even if he was falling for Livia Preston, in his opinion she was harmless to those that didn't cause harm to her. Besides, it lowered the competition to two when it came to Vicky. Best of all, Pendragon had just arrived on his horse and Richard would be alone to watch the heated scene unfold. He hated Pendragon, though he could not deny he enjoyed witnessing the Lord-ling’s dominance over Vicky. Richard had a similar streak and many of his fantasies were inspired by the snippets he had witnessed between Pendragon and Vicky.
Hurrying down the hillside, keeping out of sight Richard got into a position that allowed him to witness every detail of the couple’s impending physicality.
Pendragon came around the side of the house still on the back of his stallion. He looked down at Vicky who, blushing and yet managing to look rather green, curtsied daintily. Pendragon nodded in silent response. Richard could not think of any occasion when he'd seen Pendragon actually speaking with Vicky. He either addressed her with commanding hand movements or barked occasional short orders. Never a real conversation, in fact rarely seemed to speak at all.
He swung down from his horse and silently commanded Vicky take the reins and lead his stallion into the stable that backed onto the barn, their usual meeting place. He walked alongside their girl looking down at her intently. Her head was bowed and her shoulders slumped as though in defeat. That was it she looked like a prisoner and he, her captor.
To Richard’s understanding gaze, the lust in Pendragon was obvious. His hands seemed to twitch with the desire to have them applied to her bare flesh. His eyes were all over her, there was an aggressive speed to his pace and he walked her and his horse toward the stable.
From his vantage point, Richard could also see the rear of the Hayes' house. Vicky's mother, herself a very attractive woman, about twice the age of her daughter, was standing at the back door looking with a sympathetic eye in the direction of the out-of-view stable. Mr Hayes appeared and pulled his wife back inside the house and slammed the door shut. Still, Richard was close enough to catch their ongoing exchange.
“Let them be, woman. You know this is best.”
“You haven’t seen how he marks her, the bruises, the welts…”
“I often mark you in the throes of passion. Do you complain about the nature of men?”
“No, husband, but I am your wife…”
“And she will be his, his to do with as he pleases.”
“But she is still my child, I weep for her whenever he visits.”
“She must show her worth to him. And he is our best chance for a secure future.”
“Perhaps, husband, but…”
“You think we can survive another pestilence or another flood?! Nay, I will hear no more of this.”
“Yes, husband.”
“Let us make the most of our time alone. Mayhap I can put another baby in your belly… Come to me.”
For a heartbeat, he considered a view of Vicky’s mother naked and being taken. But Vicky was still the superior temptation. From where he crouched by the house, Richard couldn't see into the stable so he rose again and shifted his position. Luckily, there was plenty of long grasses and bushes surrounding the outskirts of the village where the Hayes homestead was situated, so there were plenty of places he could sit and watch to his heart's content without fear of discovery.
Once the perfect spot had been located, he settled down with his attention firmly on the rapturous eroticism taking place inside the barn.
Pendragon wasted no time. He stood for a second while Vicky tied his horse into one of the stalls, and un-strapped the saddle. He snapped at her to leave the saddle, then called her to him with little more than a commanding bark of her name.
Vicky turned and approached her master she appeared apprehensive. In fact, Richard could swear he saw tears on her plush cheeks. It gave him a small degree of hope that perhaps this match might not work out after all and that he might still be in with a chance to win her hand. He would still have to work out a way of pipping the brothers to the post. Maybe Robert might end up turned into a frog? How could he deal with Marcus? A humiliation? As far as he was concerned, friendship and loyalty came a distant second, against the prospect of having Vicky Hayes lying beneath him of a night, pushing out his sprogs by the dozen. His lust alighted he stared across the twilight space, into the candle lit stable enjoying the prospect of seeing Pendragon taking his pleasure out of the little teasing hussy. If anyone deserved being taken down a peg it was her, he liked to see her put down and used, and Pendragon was very good at it. Richard told himself he should be taking notes.
Vicky, stood before Pendragon head bowed wringing hands clasped in front. He stared down at her still. He was in light half-armour, a mix of leather and plate - greaves and sabatons, pauldrons and brassard. Though, in place of a breastplate he wore a short leather gambeson adorned with the Pendragon coat-of-arms and a studded codpiece. A maille coif covered his head, but he had already dragged that off and tossed it onto the straw.
He suddenly threw off his gauntlets, discarding them on the ground, he cupped the girl under her narrow chin and lifted her gaze. Richard could see the fear along with the tear tracks. Grinning, the Lord-ling abruptly slapped the girl across the face. She sobbed but didn’t move away. Next, he reached back and grabbed her by the length of her lush blonde tresses, this time pulling her face against his.
Their lips crashed violently together and he immediately forced his tongue past her lips. Richard was almost surprised he didn’t hear the click of their teeth colliding.
Ever obedient, or more likely unwilling to invite Pendragon’s ire, Vicky opened her mouth and accepted the invasion. She closed her lips around his tongue and began sucking obediently, like a common harlot. Pendragon's hands released her scalp in order to encircle her waist, he slid lower and then grabbed the soft cheeks of her bottom. Richard noted the discomfort that creased up the girl’s pretty face, no doubt the grip of his fingers on her buttocks was a cruel one. Just like Richard would have done in his place.
The Lord-ling, lift her bodily off her feet and pressed her against him, compressing her against his armour as their hungry kiss intensified.
The kiss continued, and Richard could hear the voracity or Pendragon’s slurping, and impassioned groaning clearly. Punctuated by occasional low groans and whimpers from Vicky.
One steel-encased arm slid upward, releasing her no doubt bruised bottom to encircle her waist. It resembled a bear trap, pinning her against him, allowing his free hand grabbed the drawstring hem of her blouse. He released her from the obligation of their kiss and she obediently leaned back, head falling back, her panting, drool glimmering on her lips and chin, her slender throat. It gave him room to fully admire her, as he tugged her loosened blouse clear of her breasts.
They flashed out into the candlelight like twin blazing suns of loveliness. Vicky’s head lolled, almost dazed, she continued to pant and moan, partly out of breath, partly from the violence of the lust aimed at her.
Richard was thoroughly excited by what he was witnessing. He hurried to lever his throbbing erection free of his breeches and started to masturbate. He forced him elf to go slow, to try to keep up with the Lord-ling’s rampant lust.
Vicky remained bent back at arm’s length, allowing her Lord to look over her firmly perky bosom. Her erect nipples shone in the warm afternoon light. Richard saw Pendragon lick his lips. He put a finger and thumb, to those teats, pinching and pulling on them. She squirmed in his locked-up embrace, but she dared not push him too far, dared not anger him.
He finally loosened the arm bar across her lower back and allowed her to slide back down to her feet. His hands freed up, he grabbed a breast in each hand and started to fondle them. As expected, he was possessive and far from gentle.
Richard grinned as, sobbing still, Vicky and squirmed and moaned. However, she remained there, standing inert, uncertain of what she was supposed to do other than bare the pain of this young man’s lust.
She didn’t even appear to be a person to Pendragon, simply different parts of one lustfully forged young body. At least Richard recognised her as a girl of the village, someone he had grown up admiring. At least so he told himself, while Pendragon the younger, began to drag impatiently at the strings of her leather bodice.
Not wanting her clothes to be damaged, as she had few additions and her parents could hardly afford repairs let alone replacements, she hurriedly aided her companion in his efforts. Soon enough, they had it loosened enough to be dragged up over her head and thrown to the straw covered stable’s floor. Pandragon immediately yanked the wench’s linen blouse down to her waist, before turning her and shoving her back against the stable’s stone wall. He pressed her back against a wooden beam and pulled her arms up over her head, against the wall, the result elevated her breasts for him as well as exemplifying her utter subservience to her master.
Grinning, he spent a couple of second slapping her full breasts, back and forth, the up from beneath, at time he would change to pinching and pulling at her nipples, twisting them, digging in his jagged nails. His abuses proceeded, racking further and further until the girl’s whimpers had elevated to groans and then not-quite shrieks. Finally, he changed his approach again, this time lowering himself so his face was level with her breasts. Again, he grabbed both, pressing his mouth to a nipple so he could voraciously lick at, then suck and even chew on each hard bud before laving a wet trail over its sizeable sister, to repeat the painful advances.
Vicky remained still, trapped between the Lord-ling and the wall, trapped by his desires and her father’s wishes. Breathing heavily, trying to maintain her calm, to suppress her ever burgeoning panic.
Pendragon liberally coated both of Vicky's ripe young breasts with his saliva, as well as welts and bite marks - though as far as Richard could see he hadn’t quite managed to draw blood - finally he knelt down before her. Thrusting both hands under her voluminous skirts, he reached around behind her, so he could maul the soft, pliant cheeks of her bottom. However, he quickly found the skirt prohibitive and so he started to aggressively pull on it, trying to force it over her hips down her thighs.
Again, not wanting to see her clothes ruined, Vicky quickly reached around to the small of her back and unbuttoned the waist line and the drawstring holding it in place. Pendragon pulled one last time and the skirt fell easily from her hips.
Now that she was naked, other than hobnailed hide boots, Pendragon grabbed Vicky's hips and quickly spun her around so that she faced the wall. He immediately grabbed the soft yet pert cheeks of her buttocks in both his calloused hands and unceremoniously buried his face between them.
Pendragon wrapped his arms around Vicky's creamy thighs and attacked her with his tongue, no doubt feeding saliva to her tunnel cunt to ease his coming penetration.
The lone villager excitedly watched the Lord-ling’s mouth working away between Vicky’s ass cheeks, he appeared to be voracious in his mouthing, almost resembling a drowning fish.
Richard continued to masturbate while he watched. Even though he had slowed down his fisting pace time and again, he knew he would still reach his end much faster than Pendragon, the bastard seemed blessed with an impressive stamina. Of course, it would be far from impressive for Vicky, he smirked.
Apparently satisfied, Pendragon pulled his face from between the cheeks of her ass and hurried to his full height. He unbuckled the armour studded cod piece, letting it drop between his feet. His erection sprang forth instantly. It appeared huge, of course it did. Richard had a sudden sense of anger, that this lordly bastard should be so well gifted. In the quick glimpse he had of it, the fleshy member appeared twice the length of the hilt of Pendragon’s arming sword, buckled to the saddle of his horse, and as thick as one of Vicky’s wrists. Hard and heavy, it jutted forth like a lance.
Pendragon took that monster in one hand, parted the cheeks of Vicky’s sweet ass with the other and then guided that large, solid shaft into Vicky’s made-available body.
The girl’s back arched suddenly arched, she went up onto her tiptoes, as though trying to escape an unwanted invasion and her eyes popped open. Her mouth opened wider still. Pendragon continued to press his way into her, uncaring of her pleas, her sobbing and flapping arms, once she tried to reach back and push him away. He cuffed her across the back of her head. Then gave her three or four brutally harsh and loud open palmed slapped to her bare buttocks, she shrieked and wailed. But put her hands back against the wooden post he had her shoved up against.
He worked his way in with fierce pressure and rough hip stabs, until his hips were squashed up against her pliant young buttocks. An arm around her waist, quickly reaching up to full a calloused palm with one of her full gloves. He cupped and squeezed that breast with blatant cruelty, digging his fingers in, so the soft give bulged between the digits. His other hand kept a tight grasp of her quivering ass, as he started to pummel it with hard deep pelvic thrusts.
Vicky had her head back and her eyes screwed tight shut in what looked like unadulterated pain, though it could have just as easily been pleasure, Richard often found it hard to read the difference on the faces of the woman he had sneaked glimpses of while they were in the throes of their men’s passions. As far is Vicky was concerned, pain made more sense. She shook her head side to side and Richard could almost swear he could see fresh tears illuminated by the Lord-ling’s provided candlelight.
His thrusts grew harder and more brutal. He released his grip of her breast and reached up, this time grasping her throat tightly, though short of choking the girl. His forearm crushed her breast flat to her chest. He was issuing low growls in time to his pounding hips, gritted teeth visible due to drawn back lips. All the while he continued to bash his hips against the soft cheeks of her ass.
Richard could take no more of the intensely erotic scene and reached an abrupt climax, biting his bottom lips to keep from grunting out his orgasm. He sprayed his multitude gouts of viscous seed all over the grass in front of him. Afterwards, panting heavily, he wiped himself off on a handy dock leaf. Adequately cleaned he set about trying to shove everything, still in a half-bloated state, back into his breeches. Eventually succeeding, he took one more longing look into the open stable at Vicky and Pendragon, now overcome with a rising combination of jealousy and perhaps a touch of sympathy for the poor mistreated girl he so desperately desired for himself, before he sneaked away to meet up with Marcus and Robert at the inn.
Pendragon pulled quickly out of Vicky (he obviously didn’t want to get trapped by giving her a baby, then her father might actually have grounds for forcing him to wed her), and shoved her down onto her knees, pulling her around to face him by her golden hair until her slack lips were level with his distended phallus. With one hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head and the other tight beneath her chin, he forcefully fed her his whole length, pushing it past her lips onward, while she struggled and mewled miserably, chocking and gagging. It was all so exquisite. And just what he needed to put those last few bars of iron into his member. He pulled at her head, angling her throat until he his engorged shaft was fully sheathed, her nose lost in his pubic hair, her eyes, squeezed shut and leaking fat tears.
There he kept her, forced to suckle, and work her tongue side to side, sucking ravenously exactly as he’d taught her, even while she gaged and her chest jerked and spasmed for air that she wasn’t to have until she had taken his seed.
Eventually she brought him to the brink and, with a grunt loud enough for the already departing Richard to hear, he spat great hot gouts of seed deep down her cinching, spasming throat.
While he enjoyed his ejaculation, the protracted sprays long and powerful, Pendragon continued his gleeful torture of the little lowly harlot, holding her head tightly against the root of his member while he made her accept every last drop.
Richard met up with the brothers in ‘Gabriel’s Horn’. He was almost surprised to see them, Marcus must have managed to convince Robert to at least for the time being, give up on Livia Preston, and come for a flagon instead. He mentioned little of Pendragon's pleasuring and for once neither brother asked.
The word of the brother’s decision came almost at once. And though it was out of the blue, and had never even been mentioned before in passing, it seemed all too obvious to Richard. It was Marcus who spoke the words, with some excitement, though it was Robert who seemed the most animated and lively by the coming of the decision.
“We’ve entertained a notion. We intend to visit that most lovely of resident Witches.”
“Oh, aye? But, for what purpose?”
“We intend to make a request of the delectable Livia, to ask for her aid in catching dear Vicky for one of the three of us.” Marcus proudly announced.
There was nothing else to be said. The three friends stood with their flagons, toasted the delightful witch and their remarkable idea and then having drained their drinks, left the inn together.
The three boys had finished another long day in the fields and were on their way, as usual, to intoxicate themselves, first with the angelic vision called Vicky Hayes and of her resplendent young body, and then to partake in a more mundane intoxicant at the inn.
They sat beneath a tree on the side of a low rise. The tree marked one of the edges of Pendragon’s farm land, it offered a good view of Vicky at a thirty-yard distance, as she brought in dried washing from the line of plaited hemp suspended between two fruit trees. They sat side by side, their backs to the trunk and stared down the girl.
“Lord but she amazes...” Richard muttered.
He ended his comment with a wistful sigh as he gazed down upon Vicky's beauty, her golden skin and blonde tresses all but glistening in the afternoon sun.
“Lovely...” Marcus added. “Lovely as the dawning sun on a spring morn... over… a dew-covered field of… wheat." Marcus added trying to capture a poetic in the moment.
Ever the poet, Marcus attempted to capture the poetry of the moment, of the three he had skill with words, though could not be considered successful in their use. He was still a farm labourer, after all. Robert, on the left of the trio, was gazing up at a sleek blackbird sitting in the tree above them, his mind very far from the undeniable beauty of Vicky Hayes.
“Why is he so quiet?" Richard asked, elbowing Marcus.
“Who knows, after that late night earlier in the week, watching over the witch, he went straight to bed and has been this way ever since. Probably bewitched.”
“You mean, literally or by feminine charms?”
“What's the difference?” Muttered Marcus, voicing both jealousy and concern.
“A fair word. And the witch Livia is doubtless fair, fair as can be. I won’t be the one to deny that.”
“None could.”
Oddly, even Robert’s brother and friend mentioning the sultry bewitcher by name did not assail his distracted attention. But if distracted by desire was the worse of his current malady, then that was nought of concern. It was undeniable that the witch Livia was as lovely a wench as any man had laid eyes on, a dazzling beauty akin to the summer sun. She was, however, as dangerous as she was gorgeous, or at least had the potential to be and the villagers knew well to stay on her good side.
There had been rumours for years of men having taken advantage of her lustrous charms only to fall dead days, even hours later. The village women could sometimes be heard muttering of 'her sport'. The men spoke of the women’s jealousy, but there were enough rumours to cast doubt that ‘just jealousy’ might be selling the village wives short.
For all Marcus and Richard knew she had bewitched Robert for malicious reasons. Or she could simply have caught his eye.
However, until yesterday his whole desire had been aimed solely at Vicky, just as Marcus and Richard would admit. Could love change so quickly and sharply? In the course of a single night? Marcus believed not. On the other hand, what could he do?
Robert hadn't heard them at all. In fact, he acted as though the other two, weren't even sat beside him at all. He had hardly said a word all day, simply keeping his head down and working hard in the fields. Water breaks had been held in silence, at least where Robert was concerned. And now, they had gone down to watch Vicky as usual and he wasn't even participating. He abruptly stood and wandered away, among the long grasses on the hillside. His idly path worming vaguely towards the woods, away from their home and in the general direction of Livia's dwelling.
Marcus looked from his brother to his friend, and then back again. He turned to Richard.
“I'm going to keep an eye on him.” He muttered.
“I'll stay here a while. We can meet up in 'Gabriel's' later.”
Marcus nodded and turned to follow his foolishly preoccupied, or mystically enraptured, brother.
Richard was quite pleased that things turned out this way. He wasn't too concerned for Robert, even if he was falling for Livia Preston, in his opinion she was harmless to those that didn't cause harm to her. Besides, it lowered the competition to two when it came to Vicky. Best of all, Pendragon had just arrived on his horse and Richard would be alone to watch the heated scene unfold. He hated Pendragon, though he could not deny he enjoyed witnessing the Lord-ling’s dominance over Vicky. Richard had a similar streak and many of his fantasies were inspired by the snippets he had witnessed between Pendragon and Vicky.
Hurrying down the hillside, keeping out of sight Richard got into a position that allowed him to witness every detail of the couple’s impending physicality.
Pendragon came around the side of the house still on the back of his stallion. He looked down at Vicky who, blushing and yet managing to look rather green, curtsied daintily. Pendragon nodded in silent response. Richard could not think of any occasion when he'd seen Pendragon actually speaking with Vicky. He either addressed her with commanding hand movements or barked occasional short orders. Never a real conversation, in fact rarely seemed to speak at all.
He swung down from his horse and silently commanded Vicky take the reins and lead his stallion into the stable that backed onto the barn, their usual meeting place. He walked alongside their girl looking down at her intently. Her head was bowed and her shoulders slumped as though in defeat. That was it she looked like a prisoner and he, her captor.
To Richard’s understanding gaze, the lust in Pendragon was obvious. His hands seemed to twitch with the desire to have them applied to her bare flesh. His eyes were all over her, there was an aggressive speed to his pace and he walked her and his horse toward the stable.
From his vantage point, Richard could also see the rear of the Hayes' house. Vicky's mother, herself a very attractive woman, about twice the age of her daughter, was standing at the back door looking with a sympathetic eye in the direction of the out-of-view stable. Mr Hayes appeared and pulled his wife back inside the house and slammed the door shut. Still, Richard was close enough to catch their ongoing exchange.
“Let them be, woman. You know this is best.”
“You haven’t seen how he marks her, the bruises, the welts…”
“I often mark you in the throes of passion. Do you complain about the nature of men?”
“No, husband, but I am your wife…”
“And she will be his, his to do with as he pleases.”
“But she is still my child, I weep for her whenever he visits.”
“She must show her worth to him. And he is our best chance for a secure future.”
“Perhaps, husband, but…”
“You think we can survive another pestilence or another flood?! Nay, I will hear no more of this.”
“Yes, husband.”
“Let us make the most of our time alone. Mayhap I can put another baby in your belly… Come to me.”
For a heartbeat, he considered a view of Vicky’s mother naked and being taken. But Vicky was still the superior temptation. From where he crouched by the house, Richard couldn't see into the stable so he rose again and shifted his position. Luckily, there was plenty of long grasses and bushes surrounding the outskirts of the village where the Hayes homestead was situated, so there were plenty of places he could sit and watch to his heart's content without fear of discovery.
Once the perfect spot had been located, he settled down with his attention firmly on the rapturous eroticism taking place inside the barn.
Pendragon wasted no time. He stood for a second while Vicky tied his horse into one of the stalls, and un-strapped the saddle. He snapped at her to leave the saddle, then called her to him with little more than a commanding bark of her name.
Vicky turned and approached her master she appeared apprehensive. In fact, Richard could swear he saw tears on her plush cheeks. It gave him a small degree of hope that perhaps this match might not work out after all and that he might still be in with a chance to win her hand. He would still have to work out a way of pipping the brothers to the post. Maybe Robert might end up turned into a frog? How could he deal with Marcus? A humiliation? As far as he was concerned, friendship and loyalty came a distant second, against the prospect of having Vicky Hayes lying beneath him of a night, pushing out his sprogs by the dozen. His lust alighted he stared across the twilight space, into the candle lit stable enjoying the prospect of seeing Pendragon taking his pleasure out of the little teasing hussy. If anyone deserved being taken down a peg it was her, he liked to see her put down and used, and Pendragon was very good at it. Richard told himself he should be taking notes.
Vicky, stood before Pendragon head bowed wringing hands clasped in front. He stared down at her still. He was in light half-armour, a mix of leather and plate - greaves and sabatons, pauldrons and brassard. Though, in place of a breastplate he wore a short leather gambeson adorned with the Pendragon coat-of-arms and a studded codpiece. A maille coif covered his head, but he had already dragged that off and tossed it onto the straw.
He suddenly threw off his gauntlets, discarding them on the ground, he cupped the girl under her narrow chin and lifted her gaze. Richard could see the fear along with the tear tracks. Grinning, the Lord-ling abruptly slapped the girl across the face. She sobbed but didn’t move away. Next, he reached back and grabbed her by the length of her lush blonde tresses, this time pulling her face against his.
Their lips crashed violently together and he immediately forced his tongue past her lips. Richard was almost surprised he didn’t hear the click of their teeth colliding.
Ever obedient, or more likely unwilling to invite Pendragon’s ire, Vicky opened her mouth and accepted the invasion. She closed her lips around his tongue and began sucking obediently, like a common harlot. Pendragon's hands released her scalp in order to encircle her waist, he slid lower and then grabbed the soft cheeks of her bottom. Richard noted the discomfort that creased up the girl’s pretty face, no doubt the grip of his fingers on her buttocks was a cruel one. Just like Richard would have done in his place.
The Lord-ling, lift her bodily off her feet and pressed her against him, compressing her against his armour as their hungry kiss intensified.
The kiss continued, and Richard could hear the voracity or Pendragon’s slurping, and impassioned groaning clearly. Punctuated by occasional low groans and whimpers from Vicky.
One steel-encased arm slid upward, releasing her no doubt bruised bottom to encircle her waist. It resembled a bear trap, pinning her against him, allowing his free hand grabbed the drawstring hem of her blouse. He released her from the obligation of their kiss and she obediently leaned back, head falling back, her panting, drool glimmering on her lips and chin, her slender throat. It gave him room to fully admire her, as he tugged her loosened blouse clear of her breasts.
They flashed out into the candlelight like twin blazing suns of loveliness. Vicky’s head lolled, almost dazed, she continued to pant and moan, partly out of breath, partly from the violence of the lust aimed at her.
Richard was thoroughly excited by what he was witnessing. He hurried to lever his throbbing erection free of his breeches and started to masturbate. He forced him elf to go slow, to try to keep up with the Lord-ling’s rampant lust.
Vicky remained bent back at arm’s length, allowing her Lord to look over her firmly perky bosom. Her erect nipples shone in the warm afternoon light. Richard saw Pendragon lick his lips. He put a finger and thumb, to those teats, pinching and pulling on them. She squirmed in his locked-up embrace, but she dared not push him too far, dared not anger him.
He finally loosened the arm bar across her lower back and allowed her to slide back down to her feet. His hands freed up, he grabbed a breast in each hand and started to fondle them. As expected, he was possessive and far from gentle.
Richard grinned as, sobbing still, Vicky and squirmed and moaned. However, she remained there, standing inert, uncertain of what she was supposed to do other than bare the pain of this young man’s lust.
She didn’t even appear to be a person to Pendragon, simply different parts of one lustfully forged young body. At least Richard recognised her as a girl of the village, someone he had grown up admiring. At least so he told himself, while Pendragon the younger, began to drag impatiently at the strings of her leather bodice.
Not wanting her clothes to be damaged, as she had few additions and her parents could hardly afford repairs let alone replacements, she hurriedly aided her companion in his efforts. Soon enough, they had it loosened enough to be dragged up over her head and thrown to the straw covered stable’s floor. Pandragon immediately yanked the wench’s linen blouse down to her waist, before turning her and shoving her back against the stable’s stone wall. He pressed her back against a wooden beam and pulled her arms up over her head, against the wall, the result elevated her breasts for him as well as exemplifying her utter subservience to her master.
Grinning, he spent a couple of second slapping her full breasts, back and forth, the up from beneath, at time he would change to pinching and pulling at her nipples, twisting them, digging in his jagged nails. His abuses proceeded, racking further and further until the girl’s whimpers had elevated to groans and then not-quite shrieks. Finally, he changed his approach again, this time lowering himself so his face was level with her breasts. Again, he grabbed both, pressing his mouth to a nipple so he could voraciously lick at, then suck and even chew on each hard bud before laving a wet trail over its sizeable sister, to repeat the painful advances.
Vicky remained still, trapped between the Lord-ling and the wall, trapped by his desires and her father’s wishes. Breathing heavily, trying to maintain her calm, to suppress her ever burgeoning panic.
Pendragon liberally coated both of Vicky's ripe young breasts with his saliva, as well as welts and bite marks - though as far as Richard could see he hadn’t quite managed to draw blood - finally he knelt down before her. Thrusting both hands under her voluminous skirts, he reached around behind her, so he could maul the soft, pliant cheeks of her bottom. However, he quickly found the skirt prohibitive and so he started to aggressively pull on it, trying to force it over her hips down her thighs.
Again, not wanting to see her clothes ruined, Vicky quickly reached around to the small of her back and unbuttoned the waist line and the drawstring holding it in place. Pendragon pulled one last time and the skirt fell easily from her hips.
Now that she was naked, other than hobnailed hide boots, Pendragon grabbed Vicky's hips and quickly spun her around so that she faced the wall. He immediately grabbed the soft yet pert cheeks of her buttocks in both his calloused hands and unceremoniously buried his face between them.
Pendragon wrapped his arms around Vicky's creamy thighs and attacked her with his tongue, no doubt feeding saliva to her tunnel cunt to ease his coming penetration.
The lone villager excitedly watched the Lord-ling’s mouth working away between Vicky’s ass cheeks, he appeared to be voracious in his mouthing, almost resembling a drowning fish.
Richard continued to masturbate while he watched. Even though he had slowed down his fisting pace time and again, he knew he would still reach his end much faster than Pendragon, the bastard seemed blessed with an impressive stamina. Of course, it would be far from impressive for Vicky, he smirked.
Apparently satisfied, Pendragon pulled his face from between the cheeks of her ass and hurried to his full height. He unbuckled the armour studded cod piece, letting it drop between his feet. His erection sprang forth instantly. It appeared huge, of course it did. Richard had a sudden sense of anger, that this lordly bastard should be so well gifted. In the quick glimpse he had of it, the fleshy member appeared twice the length of the hilt of Pendragon’s arming sword, buckled to the saddle of his horse, and as thick as one of Vicky’s wrists. Hard and heavy, it jutted forth like a lance.
Pendragon took that monster in one hand, parted the cheeks of Vicky’s sweet ass with the other and then guided that large, solid shaft into Vicky’s made-available body.
The girl’s back arched suddenly arched, she went up onto her tiptoes, as though trying to escape an unwanted invasion and her eyes popped open. Her mouth opened wider still. Pendragon continued to press his way into her, uncaring of her pleas, her sobbing and flapping arms, once she tried to reach back and push him away. He cuffed her across the back of her head. Then gave her three or four brutally harsh and loud open palmed slapped to her bare buttocks, she shrieked and wailed. But put her hands back against the wooden post he had her shoved up against.
He worked his way in with fierce pressure and rough hip stabs, until his hips were squashed up against her pliant young buttocks. An arm around her waist, quickly reaching up to full a calloused palm with one of her full gloves. He cupped and squeezed that breast with blatant cruelty, digging his fingers in, so the soft give bulged between the digits. His other hand kept a tight grasp of her quivering ass, as he started to pummel it with hard deep pelvic thrusts.
Vicky had her head back and her eyes screwed tight shut in what looked like unadulterated pain, though it could have just as easily been pleasure, Richard often found it hard to read the difference on the faces of the woman he had sneaked glimpses of while they were in the throes of their men’s passions. As far is Vicky was concerned, pain made more sense. She shook her head side to side and Richard could almost swear he could see fresh tears illuminated by the Lord-ling’s provided candlelight.
His thrusts grew harder and more brutal. He released his grip of her breast and reached up, this time grasping her throat tightly, though short of choking the girl. His forearm crushed her breast flat to her chest. He was issuing low growls in time to his pounding hips, gritted teeth visible due to drawn back lips. All the while he continued to bash his hips against the soft cheeks of her ass.
Richard could take no more of the intensely erotic scene and reached an abrupt climax, biting his bottom lips to keep from grunting out his orgasm. He sprayed his multitude gouts of viscous seed all over the grass in front of him. Afterwards, panting heavily, he wiped himself off on a handy dock leaf. Adequately cleaned he set about trying to shove everything, still in a half-bloated state, back into his breeches. Eventually succeeding, he took one more longing look into the open stable at Vicky and Pendragon, now overcome with a rising combination of jealousy and perhaps a touch of sympathy for the poor mistreated girl he so desperately desired for himself, before he sneaked away to meet up with Marcus and Robert at the inn.
Pendragon pulled quickly out of Vicky (he obviously didn’t want to get trapped by giving her a baby, then her father might actually have grounds for forcing him to wed her), and shoved her down onto her knees, pulling her around to face him by her golden hair until her slack lips were level with his distended phallus. With one hand fisted in her hair at the back of her head and the other tight beneath her chin, he forcefully fed her his whole length, pushing it past her lips onward, while she struggled and mewled miserably, chocking and gagging. It was all so exquisite. And just what he needed to put those last few bars of iron into his member. He pulled at her head, angling her throat until he his engorged shaft was fully sheathed, her nose lost in his pubic hair, her eyes, squeezed shut and leaking fat tears.
There he kept her, forced to suckle, and work her tongue side to side, sucking ravenously exactly as he’d taught her, even while she gaged and her chest jerked and spasmed for air that she wasn’t to have until she had taken his seed.
Eventually she brought him to the brink and, with a grunt loud enough for the already departing Richard to hear, he spat great hot gouts of seed deep down her cinching, spasming throat.
While he enjoyed his ejaculation, the protracted sprays long and powerful, Pendragon continued his gleeful torture of the little lowly harlot, holding her head tightly against the root of his member while he made her accept every last drop.
Richard met up with the brothers in ‘Gabriel’s Horn’. He was almost surprised to see them, Marcus must have managed to convince Robert to at least for the time being, give up on Livia Preston, and come for a flagon instead. He mentioned little of Pendragon's pleasuring and for once neither brother asked.
The word of the brother’s decision came almost at once. And though it was out of the blue, and had never even been mentioned before in passing, it seemed all too obvious to Richard. It was Marcus who spoke the words, with some excitement, though it was Robert who seemed the most animated and lively by the coming of the decision.
“We’ve entertained a notion. We intend to visit that most lovely of resident Witches.”
“Oh, aye? But, for what purpose?”
“We intend to make a request of the delectable Livia, to ask for her aid in catching dear Vicky for one of the three of us.” Marcus proudly announced.
There was nothing else to be said. The three friends stood with their flagons, toasted the delightful witch and their remarkable idea and then having drained their drinks, left the inn together.
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Re: Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
Don't do too much at once or in too short intervals, because then you'll lose track. I just skimmed through it, and my first impression is the next thing I know, but I'll read it again this evening in peace.
And you were right, on average, women in the Middle Ages were around 5'3" / 160 cm
And you were right, on average, women in the Middle Ages were around 5'3" / 160 cm
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Re: Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
@Nickamano I was hoping to read a second part soon and now there is four. How am I supposed to keep up with this? 
I really enjoyed the second chapter. I was a bit surprised how many of the soldiers were following Livia to the bedroom and that they needed one of their own to flee the scene naked to know that something was up. Men, right? But it definitely made for one hell of an introduction for her character. I haven't read chapter 3 and 4 yet, but in case she does get raped like the NonCon tag suggests, I like that she is a powerhouse herself and not just some helpless victim. I still wish we got some more dialogue out of these characters to convey their personality but maybe that is just not your style.
How does the chapter hold up in your own view? I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to read what I wrote over the course of the lst 6 months in 25 years from now again. Does that feel weird?
I'll return for chapter 3 over the course of the next few days, I promise!
I really enjoyed the second chapter. I was a bit surprised how many of the soldiers were following Livia to the bedroom and that they needed one of their own to flee the scene naked to know that something was up. Men, right? But it definitely made for one hell of an introduction for her character. I haven't read chapter 3 and 4 yet, but in case she does get raped like the NonCon tag suggests, I like that she is a powerhouse herself and not just some helpless victim. I still wish we got some more dialogue out of these characters to convey their personality but maybe that is just not your style.
How does the chapter hold up in your own view? I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to read what I wrote over the course of the lst 6 months in 25 years from now again. Does that feel weird?
I'll return for chapter 3 over the course of the next few days, I promise!
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Re: Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.
Thank you for the feedback. I get a bit carried away when I'm done with something. I need to pace my posts more liberally, took me a while to see that I suppose.
I never intended to add too much more to the story, I really just wanted to improve the reading experience and make sure consistency. Looking back, or if I were to write it now from scratch, I probably would have followed Livia into the room with each of the soldiers to show her, pinning to the bed and absorbing their lifeforce. And either I would have had a bit more suspicion from the soldiers or put in a rear door and some back stairs in the inn, putting the idea at least in the soldier's minds that probably their comrades had just gone out the backway to walk off the fun and frolics or something.
I did find the revisit interesting. The terrible grammar, less than adequate proof reading. Details like confusion over room layouts, who is saying what to whom, and even things like unfinished sentences a couple of times.
It was mostly about rewriting to make a passage or sentence feel more concise, logical or just read more smoothly. I definitely had fun though.
As for dialogue for characterisation. I think I have improved on that in newer stories. In this rewrite I have tried to add a little more characterisation through actions and 'style' of the three boys especially I'm hoping that will stand out better as we get into later chapters.
Finally - and this is a Spoiler, so beware -
I was very much infatuated with Livia at the time so she doesn't see any rape action herself, she definitely remains a badass and a heroine throughout. The NC / reluctant tags are really aimed at Vicky Hayes, and those scenes are arguably more reluctant that outright rape.
I never intended to add too much more to the story, I really just wanted to improve the reading experience and make sure consistency. Looking back, or if I were to write it now from scratch, I probably would have followed Livia into the room with each of the soldiers to show her, pinning to the bed and absorbing their lifeforce. And either I would have had a bit more suspicion from the soldiers or put in a rear door and some back stairs in the inn, putting the idea at least in the soldier's minds that probably their comrades had just gone out the backway to walk off the fun and frolics or something.
I did find the revisit interesting. The terrible grammar, less than adequate proof reading. Details like confusion over room layouts, who is saying what to whom, and even things like unfinished sentences a couple of times.
It was mostly about rewriting to make a passage or sentence feel more concise, logical or just read more smoothly. I definitely had fun though.
As for dialogue for characterisation. I think I have improved on that in newer stories. In this rewrite I have tried to add a little more characterisation through actions and 'style' of the three boys especially I'm hoping that will stand out better as we get into later chapters.
Finally - and this is a Spoiler, so beware -
I was very much infatuated with Livia at the time so she doesn't see any rape action herself, she definitely remains a badass and a heroine throughout. The NC / reluctant tags are really aimed at Vicky Hayes, and those scenes are arguably more reluctant that outright rape.