Livia Preston - Witch's Orgy.

[Nickamano]

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.

[Nickamano]

THREE


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.

[Nickamano]

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 himself 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 within 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. Pendragon 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, part of the stable's wall, and pulled her arms up over her head, 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 waistline 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 bottom 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 into her tunnel 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 codpiece, 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, which was 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 slaps to her bare buttocks, she shrieked and wailed. But put her hands back on the wooden post he had her shoved up against.
He worked his way in with fierce pressure and rough pelvic stabs, until his hips were squashed up against her pliant young buttocks. An arm around her waist, quickly reaching up to fill a calloused palm with one of her full globes. 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.

[LaLia]

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

[Claire]

@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!

[Nickamano]

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.

[Nickamano]

FIVE

The walk through the woods on the way to Livia’s dwelling was a strange one. Robert led the way, walking fast, unable to hide his excitement. Marcus was a few paces behind his brother, and walked at a not quite so fast pace. The latent fear of the young witch, shared by all the villagers apart from his brother, was beginning to grow in him. More than most, he had always retained a nervousness with the existence of a real-life witch. Something he took from his parents. Robert had always been more independent in the forming of his opinions. For Marcus the only mitigation to his fear was that she was nice to look at. More than nice.

Richard kept up the rear. He was also uncertain of Livia. And he certainly feared her wrath. Though he believed that she never cursed anyone who didn’t deserve it in some way and he knew that he had done nothing to cause her to feel any ill will towards him. Most of all though, was the desire to get his hands on Vicky Hayes. That drove him to distraction and had done for months now. Even now his thoughts were drenched by memories of earlier, of seeing her under the manipulations of Pendragon and how sweet that must have felt, how much he wanted to take the Lord-ling’s place, to take possession of the young wench and do all the things to her the Pendragon liked to do. If this witch had the power to get him to possess Vicky, then he would do whatever she desired to accomplish it.

The Preston house was actually two homes connected by a door, shaped like a snowman, a large chamber and a smaller chamber connected to it. Livia’s half contained the kitchen, the entryway and Livia’s sleeping pallet, while through the connecting door Grams had her own small chamber, with her own fire place and her own pallet. They cooked together and ate together at the dining table. But had separate sleeping chambers.
The path through the wood led to a clearing incorporating the Preston house, the path led up to the front door, Livia’s door. Grams had a small rear door of her own, she came and went as she liked using whichever door proved closest.

As the three boys entered the clearing, Livia’s door opened and the young woman stood there in the doorway. She was mostly silhouetted from the firelight inside, her curvaceous body backlit, revealed even though she wore that same skintight dress. She stepped forward into the low evening sun and the lovely pale glow of her face was revealed in the warm light. She offered them a warm and inviting smile. Her eye held on Roberts longer than the others, and he blushed as he saw the erotic twinkle evident in that lustrous gaze. Richard and Marcus slowed their approach, despite the warmth of the welcome. Robert strolled straight up to the young woman stopping before her. They spoke together in low gentle voices.
Livia smiled again, gently took his hand in hers and drew him inside her home. She looked back at Marcus and Richard from the threshold, once more releasing her glowing smile upon them.

“You are welcome in my house, both of you.” She said, her voice a gentle seductive caress. “Come inside and talk with me by my fire.”

Then she disappeared into the relative gloom of her dwelling. Richard had felt dazzled by the sudden flash of her long shapely leg, as it had appeared via the split of her skirts as she had stepped out of sight. It was etched into his vision, as if he’d stared at the sun for too long. He led Marcus inside.

It was hot within, the fire built up high, casting dancing flames that shadowed or reflecting off seemingly every surface, making thing the whole interior feel alive. The room felt overly warm, just shy of stifling. There were animal skins on the wooden floor, like rugs. And a low plain table was set out before the blazing fire with its a stone fireplace and chimney. Livia and Robert sat close together on the rug before the fire. Robert's eyes glistened in the orange glow and his eyes were locked to the young woman’s incontestably lovely face. He did indeed seem bewitched by her.

There were four steaming mugs sitting on the low table with a dark brown liquid inside, as well as a deep bowl of huge, perfectly ripe strawberries, blackberries and other sweet fruits.
Marcus was looking at the food and drink, wondering whether or not it had been poisoned or if was a magic potion that would draw his Soul from his body. Livia averted her intense gaze from Robert’s face to glance up at the other two.

“Sit, boys and drink. There is no danger here.”

Marcus couldn’t conceal his suspicion. Had she read his mind? Though her face revealed nothing but simple sincerity.

“You are not my enemies. I think of you only with fondness. Sit, and relax in my company.”

They did so, taking the two chairs at the table. The drink was, bitter and sweet at the same time, tasty. Though strange at first, they soon grew to enjoy its taste and drained two mugs each.

“It comes from a bean from the earth that only I can grow, at least in these parts. Its name is buun.” She said, with a flight giggle.

The fruits, some of which they recognised some they did not, proved as sweet and good as the drink and they were soon relaxed in Livia’s company. Though that was as much to do with her gentle manner and apparent kindness as it was her sweet gifts Finally, Marcus, warmed and relaxed by Livia’s hospitality, took up courage and approached the subject of their visit.

“Sweet lady,” he said, trying not to stumble over his words, “we’re here to beg your assistance in a troubling matter.”

Livia smiled but said nothing. Merely nodding for him to continue. Richard was suddenly fixed with a cold feeling. It was probable that everyone who came to Livia did so because they simply wanted something of her and how he - if he were in her shoes - would get very, very sick of people asking favours of her. He felt himself blush with embarrassment and a new twinge of fear.
Robert, sitting next to Livia - in fact she had an arm around his waist and was partially leaning against him - had his head lowered as though he did not want to be a part of this conversation. Even as Richard watched him, Robert slipped an arm around Livia’s waist and pulled her tighter to him. Livia glanced his way and smiled at his down cast face before turning her attention back to Marcus.

“D’you happen to know of a village girl named Vicky Hayes. She’s our age, blonde, very pretty.”
“I know of such a pretty maiden.” Livia nodded.
“Ain’t no maiden. Not any longer.” Richard muttered with a half sneer.
“I was using the term as a courtesy to the young lady.”
“Of course, miss. It was just meant as an observation. That’s all.” Richard said, hurrying to placate.”

To hurry past Richard’s blunder, Marcus went on to, rather excitedly, narrate the details of their dilemma concerning both themselves Vicky Hayes and the young Master Pendragon.
Livia listened in patient silence, occasionally nibbling on a strawberry or idly stroking at Robert’s hair. Finally, after a moment's expectant thought, she spoke.

“Getting our Master Pendragon’s attentions redirected will be simple enough, but what about the three of you? How do you intend to decide which of the three of you wins your prize?”
“We hadn’t really thought that far ahead.” Richard sheepishly admitted. “I was hoping Vicky herself would make the choice between us.”

His tone had taken on a decidedly softer note the second time around. Livia laughed, lighting up the room with her sudden gaiety.

“So young Vicky will have some kind of choice as to who she’s to wed?”

Robert had remained quiet and subdued though, when he did speak up, it was as if he had been caught cheating.

“As far as locals go the three of us are really the only eligible choices.”
“Others who are within five years of her are too lowly or poor to be an reasonable match.” Marcus added.
“It was generally understood, before Pendragon became interested in her that one of the three of us would become betrothed to Vicky. It was always to be her choice.” Robert said.
“Or her father’s, obviously.”

Marcus finished off his brother’s sentence with a depressed bitterness in his words.

“But that was before that man started to have delusions of grandeur about his daughter and a Lord’s son.”
“Actually, Mr Hayes could be a problem. What if he refuses to give consent to any of us?”
“Oh, once the possibility of the Hayes’ and the Pendragons’ becoming joined proves fruitless, he will bring his gaze down to a more compatible place again. And as you said, the three of you are the favourites after all.”

Marcus and Richard both nodded. Marcus determinedly holding her gaze, while Richard remained wholly intent on her breasts. Unconcerned, Livia smiled again. And then, without another word, she disentangled herself from Robert, rose and started to clear the table of the drained cups and the emptied bowl. All three boys rose to help.

“No, you boys sit and relax, I’ll wash these things and have a little think as I do.”

She reached for Robert, one hand interlacing with his and then pulled him to his feet. Together, they went hand in hand across the room to the large bowl of water on the long table against the wall.
Richard and Marcus, looking hopeful and much more relaxed, exchanged raised-brow looks before relaxing back on the adopted chairs, turning them to face the roaring heat of the fire.
Richard found himself constantly snatching looks back at the couple in the kitchen area. It was like Vicky all over again, an addiction to stare, to watch, to absorb that delectable female form. Livia washing those few dishes in a big flat-bottomed ceramic bowl half full of water.
Robert was pressed up against her while she worked, his hands encircling her slim waist. He was whispering things into her ear, things that were making the witch smile and occasionally laugh. Once Richard even caught her blushing. Once the crockery was drip drying onto a folded sheet of linen, Livia turned around in his embrace. She pulled him closer against her shapely body and they started to kiss, with a heated and apparently loving passion. Richard watched with increasing lust, and a strange sense of longing, at the couple but mostly it was the mesmerising rise and fall of her voluptuous breasts beneath the thin hide of her soft robe. Livia slid a hand down to Robert’s crotch and she started to rub at his already pronounced bulge with an urgency of desire.
Suddenly embarrassed by his voyeurism, Richard averted his gaze from his best friend and his enticing lover, he turned away and like Marcus gazed into the firelight.

“I know of a tonic that can bring out the best attributes of a man’s character.”

The boys jumped at the volume of Livia’s soft, warm voice. They looked around, feeling like they had lost an hour or something, lost to the flames. She continued as if she hadn’t noticed their shocked reaction.

“If I give you all equal drafts of this tonic, not only will the three of you become very noticeable to Miss Hayes, and through her to her father, but she will also be required to make her final choice fairly.”

Marcus and Richard both looked rather blank. While Robert actually looked saddened.

“By picking the person with the attributes she feels most moved by, given each of you is presented at their best.” Livia explained, trying not to roll her eyes.

Marcus and Richard finally nodded.

“How does it work?” Asked Marcus.
“A simple enough concoction, you drink down a flagon full, it will last a week or so. I have the ingredients here, though I’ll need a lock of Miss Hayes’ hair.”

Livia paused; it was her turn to raise her eyebrows as she looked at each of the boys in turn. Marcus was the one who finally answered.

“I have a lock at home I can fetch. I admit, I pinched it one afternoon when her mother was cutting Vicky’s...”

He trailed off when he caught the look Livia was giving, saw heat burning behind her eyes.

“There is of course a price, boys...” She announced, slowly.

This stopped the boys’ hearts dead. Now came the consequence. Would she demand their souls?

“...Which we can discuss later.”

She smiled at their strained, worrisome expressions. Only Robert remained relaxed. He appeared to trust her implicitly. He really was under her glamour.

“Very well, to work then.” Livia said, grinning.

The young Witch pointed at each of the boys in turn while she imparted her instructions.

“Marcus, go and fetch your lock of hair. And tell your parents you’ll miss be missing supper, think of an excuse.”

Marcus, now excited, nodded and left at once, strolling confidently out onto the woodland trail.

“Richard, go through into Gram’s place and fetch me the big iron cauldron you’ll see there, and the set of wooden bowls beside it. Fill the cauldron with water from the stream outside, use your ears if you have trouble, and then fetch it through here. Be mindful, it’s heavy.”

Richard hesitated, uncertain.

“Don’t be concerned boy, Grams is out for a few days.” Livia added, giggling.
“Oh, okay then.”

Richard stepped through into the other part of the Preston home pulling the door behind him, Livia looked at the door for an additional second, gave a satisfied nod and then turned her attention to her lover. The expression on her face had turned serious, almost solemn.

“Rob, my love, come sit with me. I want to talk with you alone.”

She took his hand and gently led him back down onto the fur rug before the fire, she stroked his cheeks gently, looking into his eyes. His hands found her thighs, stroking them lightly. She offered him a little smile, but there was sadness in her eyes. She shifted her position so she could slip her arms around him, he followed her lead, so they were pressed together intimately. Heads close together. Voices, when they spoke little more than a whisper.

“I have foreseen all of this,” She said, “your collected desire for this girl, the request for a spell to help you all... And more besides.”
“Foreseen it?”
“In the flames.” Livia explained.

She didn’t elaborate, as if it explained everything. Robert didn't question her. Just gazed deep into her eyes, listening carefully taking everything in.

“Your infatuation with me may only last a few days longer. You should go through with this spell with your friend and your brother, just as you had planned before we were together.”

She paused again, suddenly looking a little saddened. Her upset reflected in Robert’s eyes. There were tears glistening in his.

“Your feeling for me is strong. I see that, I feel it, I do. But I believe it will fade. As all things do, even love.”

Robert stared at her, as though he daren’t look away, or even blink. He could deny her belief, absolutely he could. He felt love. Truly for the first time for this wonderful, dark-haired beauty, all of her enigma and her tantalising nature. However, she said that she had foreseen this, and if that was the case he felt that there could be no chance to make her accept his own assertion.

“Will I be the one she picks?” He asked instead.

He was uncertain of which answer he would rather hear. It seemed like she was telling him either way she was not to be his. Not Livia.
His feelings for the two women were becoming more and more confused. Of course, there was a long history of a strong desire for Vicky Hayes, but his recent experiences with Livia absolutely outweighed that history.
The young witch remained silent for a time, deliberating whether or not to reveal the future to her lover. But she made her decision and spoke of what she knew.

“You will not be the one. Though the potion will be successful. Even so, you must still go through with taking the potion. Do you see why?”
“Otherwise, my brother and Richard will not believe it worked fairly." He said slowly. “I understand what you are saying, dear-heart. But at the moment I'm not sure I'm interested in Vicky anymore. Marcus believes you have bewitched me, and to be honest, it does feel something like that.”
“If I've bewitched you Rob,” Livia smiled, “then you have bewitched me as well. There is something between us, I feel it as you do. But my craft is not responsible, I assure you.”
“Then why can we not be together?”
“The flames.”

It was the only reason she would provide.

“Love me now, my man.” She moaned, fighting her emtions.

Robert forced a smile, allowing his wanton loins to overtake his aching heart. If he could not keep her then he would at least make the most of having her while she allowed it. Smiling, he leaned in closer to Livia.
Their lips came together, with a shared ferocity, mouths locking and opening together, tongues dancing a frantic conversation of caresses. Again, Livia's hands cupped Robert's bulging crotch, rubbing him through his breeches until his was rock hard and sensually warm under her fingers. His hands slid all over her body, first over and then under her dress, stoking her hot thighs, grasping her firm high buttocks, kneading her full breasts, before scooping one succulent globe into the open to tease the cherry-sweet nipple to full stiffness.

With a throaty groan Livia dragged her mouth off Robert's and reached around behind her to a small hide water flask hanging from a peg on the wall. She flicked the cork free with a thumb and, while Robert continued to suck playfully on her engorged nipples and one hand wriggled beneath the high split in her dress, she tipped the flask to her lips and sipped a mouthful of the bitter yet honey sweetened contents.
She lowered her head and started to kiss her way down Robert's crown to his brow, then his face until her lips caught his attention and his head lifted from her breast to search out her hot lips once more. She allowed the kiss for a few seconds then pulled back and locked his attention with a flick of her fire-reddened chestnut hair and the look in her smouldering eyes. She lifted the water flask into his range of vision and then poured a larger draught past her lips. She pulled him onto her lips, mouths opening together as they kissed again and she let the liquid trickle from her mouth into his. Despite the unexpected bitter-sweet flavour, Robert found it very erotic and he let out a long, muffled groan of passion before swallowing the donated liquid. It warmed him immediately as it went down. And he marvelled as within seconds, his crotch began to tingle with heightened excitement.

“A virility potion.” Livia whispered.

She licked a trail of the potion that had escaped from his trembling lips, chasing it down his hairless chin.
With an almost cold abruptness, Livia drew herself away from Robert’s caresses and his bulging lap. She noted that the boy was suddenly near to tears with his rampant desire for her. He reached up, trying to snare Livia, but she giggled and took another step back.

“Resist its pull.” She said, her voice thick with mirth.
“The more you resist it now,” she explained, stepping out of his reach a second time. “The sweeter its effects will be later.”

Perfectly timed, the front door swung open as Marcus reappeared. Welcoming the return of her lover’s brother, she immediately became all business again. Having retrieved the discarded stopper, she looped the water flask's leather ties around her rope belt, and started to build up the fire with extra logs.
Fighting down an aggressive pull to snatch Livia up and toss her over onto her pallet, Robert followed in her wake, feeling shamefully like a kitten following its mother. He hoped his tunic would adequately conceal the overexcited state contained in his bulging breeches. All the while he was trying not to stare and the maddeningly constant motion of her dress encased charms. He had never met a more erotically powered woman in his life before.

Richard appeared with the cauldron and pots. The cauldron was already three-quarters full of water. Livia took it from him, with a surprising display of physical ability, and suspended it over the roaring fire with use of an iron framework. The pots were laid out in a neat line on the stone hearth.
The three boys sat around, two at the table, Robert Perch on Livia’s pallet. While the lovely witch gathered her ingredients, she sang softly as she worked. Robert's burning eyes never left her for a second. Then she called them over, and the four of them sat around before the cauldron and mixed-up Livia's concoction to her directions - ingredients measured out carefully with spoons, while Marcus’ donated lock of Vicky's hair was added at the last. Vicky, first wrapped it carefully in a rolled then folded elder leaf. The cauldron boiled away for countless minutes, Livia keeping an eye on the weather through her window to judge the passage of time.

It was ready. Livia took a deep wooden ring, the base of which was covered in a thin piece of linen pinned to the side of the ring. She scooped out the leaf and any other bits of solid matter from the cauldron and dumped them in a bucket. Then began to strain the remainder through the ring of linen. Once there was nothing but a strangely coloured creamy soup in the bottom of the cauldron, she took a wooden ladle and began spooning the potion into earthenware flasks for the boys. She corked each and passed them around.

“Drink this tomorrow. After noon, not before. Drink it all down in one, and within a minute of seeing the young miss. And do not be concerned, it won't have an effect on anyone but her.”
“Due to the hair?” Richard asked, sniffing the tonic.
“Due to the hair.”
“What about Pendragon?” Marcus asked.
“Pay him no heed.” Livia said.

Her eyes were glazed slightly, her eyes reflecting the firelight strangely, a thin film of sweat was glistening on her body under that firelight. Robert could hardly hold in a groan of need. And the other two almost seemed ready to pounce too, if there wasn’t that inherent fear of her wrath...

“I will deal with Master Pendragon on the morrow.”

She stood and began issuing orders again. In five minutes, the bowls and cauldron were all washed and set to drain, the ingredients were returned to their proper places. While the left overs in the bucket, were taken outside and buried.

“There will be a lovely glade of brightest yellow roses next year, right where you buried that, Richard.” Livia said.

For a moment a wistful smile played across her full lips. But then she closed the door once Richard had passed her, leaving behind the lowering evening sun.

“Now… My price.”

Her voice was throaty, breathy and thick with desire. She took the water flask from her belt and passed it to Marcus.

“Finish this between the two of you.”

Her voice had become almost guttural, Robert would probably have objected but all his attention was on holding his desires in check as to Livia’s urging. He didn’t know why, he simply that he trusted her.
The sweat was beginning show through her dress now and she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, seemingly impatient. Marcus and Richard drained the flask between them without hesitation.
Livia waited another minute or two for the effects to show themselves on the faces of the other two boys. She could see, with concealed amusement, that Robert was about to burst. Her glistening sweat made her flesh appear oiled; it gleamed I the firelight. She rubbed her hand against her bare thigh with rising excitement.

“My price, boys, is this... You three will take me to my bed and love me, without pause, until all of your strength has left you and you can longer perform. The potion you drank will aid you in... a number of ways.”
“Potion...? What...?” Marcus stammered, appearing intoxicated.
“Do not concern yourself Master Marcus, the potion will only last till sunrise then all will be as it was.”
“You are kind handsome boys, I ask nothing of you that you haven’t yourselves desired. It is only that you do so at my bidding.”

Livia took and quivering step back towards her bed, she was fighting to stop herself tearing the dress from her body.

“Now, come to me.” She grunted with a commanding, burning need.

Marcus was the first to obey. He crossed the few feet of space between them and pressed himself up against her, started licking the gleaming sweat from her throat while his hands searched out and then bared her full breasts.
Richard moved in immediately afterwards, slipping around behind Livia and pressing both hands to her buttocks, while inhaled the scent of her lush brown tresses. The last to move, Robert went down onto his knees before his lover, stroking the slice of bare leg that was revealed by that long slit. He pressed his mouth to the flesh of her thigh and started licking. His hands massaged her calves under the length of her skirts, before sliding down and gently slipping the sandals from her feet.
Marcus moved his lips up along the line of Livia's throat towards her slack mouth, they started to kiss, hungrily, tongues immediately intertwined. Richard was kissing and licking the back of Livia's neck making trails upward to kiss and nibble the soft lobe of her ear.

Livia's hands reached for the two boys sandwiching her, she dug her fingers into the hard muscle of one of Marcus’ buttocks, beneath the hem of his loose tunic, while she reached around behind her to draw Richard’s tall thin frame more firmly against her. She could feel the hard bulge of his erection pressing against her firm bottom, his hips constantly moving rubbing on her.
Robert was continuing to stoke and massage the lean muscles up and down her long legs, while his tongue and lips constantly caressed the soft insides of her parted thighs.
Richard released her ass and reached around to blindly work at the loose knot of Livia's rope belt, continuing to rhythmically gyrate his hips against the tight curve of her bottom.
Livia slid her clutching hand inward, beneath Marcus’ tunic until her fingers found the heat of the large, sturdy bulge he carried beneath the thin, tight leather breeches. Her palm enclosed that prominence along with the pliant pair shape of his testicles. Pressing forwards with her hand, she cupped him more firmly, squeezing his hot package. Marcus moaned into her sweet, warm mouth, their circling tongues increasing in their wanton gyrations.

She pulled back slightly, closing her slick lips around Marcus’ writhing organ and began to suck erotically. As Livia sucked Marcus’ tongue and rubbed at his hardness, she began to push her hips backward in time to Richard's dry humping of her ass, urging him to stroke himself more firmly against her. And at the same time, she spread her thighs a little more to assist Robert in his desires to caress her orally.
Usurping Marcus’ initial possession, Richard peeled the bodice of Livia’s dress further down and then reached around either side of her ribs to scoop up a dual handful of her large and succulent breasts. The thin film of sweat coating those beatific orbs made them delightfully slippery and he was taken with the sheer fun of handling them. He started to squeeze and stroke her breasts with his hands allowing the oiled orbs to roll and slide beneath a decidedly restrained grasp, while he continued to hump away at her cloth covered ass and nibble her earlobe and kiss and lick her throat.
Marcus, tongue kissing even more frenetically, found another pair of hands where his had been a second ago on the witch’s delightful bosom. So, mentally shrugging, he used his fingertips to seek out already stiff nipples, snaring them with gentle pinches, tweaking the firm, spongy buds, pulling and twisting them with a grasp that, to Livia, was exquisitely firm and gentle. He soon had the young woman moaning and gasping into his open mouth.

Robert's mouth and gently stroking fingers had a lot to do with her eroticised state. The gentle tease of his fingertips had tickled and caressed their way up to her core, and his butterfly kisses and searing hot tongue were not far behind; printing a breathy and humid trail up along her smooth thighs, moving from one to the other, back and forth as he continued higher and higher. His fingers finally touched the very edge of her vulva and Livia jumped at the touch, gasping into Marcus’ lip-locked mouth. His brother’s fingers moved aside and up, following the outer curves of her swollen lips, stroking the tiny hairs he found there. Then the tip of his tongue licked its way, with the lightest of touches, up along the edge of her pouting labia.
Twitching again, Livia groaned in deep passion, presenting her offer into Marcus’ mouth. She felt her knees almost buckle at the intensity of the feeling, but Robert was beneath her, a support to take her weight if need be. His fingers slipped into the soft mound of her pubic hair, he started to stroke among the sparse scattering of hair, in small and gentle circling caresses with the tips of his fingers, while his lips and tongue continued to follow the path laid out by his touch.

The opposites in sensation between her thighs, compared to those at her upper torso, were a tremendous source of heightened eroticism to Livia.
Robert was gentle, loving and patient which, in Livia’s mind only reinforced his deeper feelings for her. His brother and their friend were much more lust driven, ardent, carnal. Their tongues and lips were firm against her flesh, textural, playing over her with a definite wantonness.
Their hands, both pairs, fondling her lust-burning breasts had grown harsh, almost painful. But to Livia it was a delight, snatching gasping moans from her throat, as they twisted and pulled at her achingly stiff nipples and squeezing into the softness of her voluptuous breasts.
Livia gorged on the contrast on lustful sensation. It truly reflected the moods of her own love-making. She enjoyed both the soft, gentle patient copulation of true-heart lovers; But often there was little to beat the fast, aggressive, carnal pleasure of meaningless, animalistic rutting, at least for the sake of a frantic build up and culmination of mutual physical passion.

At the moment Livia found she was experiencing both moods at once, and it was an interesting sensation, disorienting her lustful desires in a way that felt both delicious and confounding. However, it was time to move onto the next level. She needed to have the feel of the bared flesh of these boys pressed tightly against her.

Robert was doing tremendous things around her core. His was caressing the tips of the delicate folds of her labia with the tip of his tongue adding his warm breath to the tantalising mixture, while his fingertips lightly stroked the flesh around the lips occasionally pressing inwards or rubbing a little harder on either side of the hood of her clitoris. The overall effect was making Livia's already unsteady thighs shake uncontrollably.
She was enjoying her lover’s attentions most of all and she'd definitely bring him back another time for a long-drawn-out session of such love making. She knew now more than ever that at least for a time he was stuck on her. The sheer dedication to her, the knowledge of what she liked and what could make her really cream. He was showing off, and it was absolutely working on her. But also, he was revealing to her the strength he possessed in fighting the potion-induced impulses to follow the desire of his self-serving lusts, unlike the other two. His ability to focus on Livia's own pleasure, rather than pursuing his own was truly impressive and very touching. However, none of that changed the fact that she needed them naked and rubbing up against her, preferably on her bed.

With a groan, Livia forced herself to pull free of the boys' caressing hands and mouths. She almost knocked Richard over in her haste. Smiling darkly, with lust burning in her eyes and all but glowing throughout her glistening body, Livia took a step back, pulling herself out of their reach and glided over toward her pallet. The three boys turned to face her, their features a mask of hungry predatory lust, Robert included.
Watching them and enjoying the palpitations coursing through her, Livia rearranged her dress to cover her again.

“Boys, strip.” She said huskily.

Richard ignored her command. They all did at first but Richard openly defied her. He took a step forward and reaching for her.
Livia, her command questioned, coyly stepped back again out of his reach. Richard kept coming. He let out a lust-filled growl, angry that she was suddenly playing hard to get reaching out to grab her.
Livia flashed him with her eyes and his hand was suddenly searing hot. He stepped back with a yelp and clutched at his scalded hand. However, the pain wore off quickly and left no trace. Still, it was enough to check his uncontrolled desires, if only for a moment.

“Strip.” She repeated with a little more assertion.

This time the boys moved as one. Not taking their eyes off her for a second, they hurriedly pulled at the ties and buckles of their tunics and breeches. They were almost ripping at their clothes to have them free of their skin. They were naked and standing proud before Livia within a few dozen heartbeats.
The bulges in the groins were finally revealed in all their glory, ruddy lances, bloated with their lust all pointed straight at her. All for her pleasure.
Livia was elated to see her potion had worked its usual wonders more profoundly than ever.
Each of their fully erected penises were hugely distended, above and beyond their natural dimensions. She would certainly find herself entertained on the end of these three monsters. She also noted, with some satisfaction, that Robert's was the largest of the three by perhaps a thumb’s length.

At last, it was Livia’s turn to strip. She first gave Richard a dark look warning him to hold his lust a little longer. Then she dropped the shoulder strap of her dress, finished the un-knotting of her belt and then, with a plainly erotic shimmy of her hips and shoulders allowed the garment to slide down the length of her sweat-filmed body, to pool around her ankles.
There was a collective gasp from two of the boys as they got their first real look of Livia in all her naked glory. The firelight accentuated her gleaming skin, revealing the tones of the muscles beneath her smooth flesh, which was almost bronzed by the firelight, making her look more than a little oiled. Her large perky breasts stood high, full and proud on her chest; her nipples engorged and awaiting the touch and suction of mouths.
She smiled, coyly, tossing her hair, teasing out the chestnut waves a little with spread fingers, then performed a slow turn, watching the boys over her shoulder as the perfect shape of her firm buttocks and the arch of her lean, strong back were revealed in the warmth of the firelight.

There were audible groans and a couple of the phalluses visibly throbbed with their own desire. Once she'd shown herself off for their pleasure, Livia skipped lightly back to her pallet and climbed aboard, sauntering her way on her hands and knees, catlike and seductive across the furs. She knelt there stretching her lean, shapely frame, licking her lips and purring in the back of her throat. That was it for the boys, they couldn’t stand their ground any longer and collectively leaped for her.

She found herself beneath a pile of rampant male flesh. Torsos and limbs, writhing against her. And best of all, three big mouthwatering shafts of cock meat, all for her pleasure.
They had momentarily lost their self-control, mindless in their frantic lust.
She let them manhandle her for a while, let them gorge themselves on their desire sucking and licking and squeezing wherever they could get their hands and mouths. But one of them tried to get between her legs and was immediately shoved aside and another slid between her thighs, jerking with his hips to try and penetrate her. Hands grabbed his throat and hauled him aside and the other two were fighting for the position between her thighs.
Livia decided then to put a stop to it, they were beginning to get violent, beyond competitive. She snapped her fingers in each one’s face and exhaled before them, calming their rising tempers.

“Now, let’s have a little more control eh, boys? There enough of me to go around.”

Calmed and thinking again, they took their positions around Livia, Robert shuffled onto his back and pulled Livia on top of him, encircling her in his arms. Their mouths immediately came together in a lover's kiss. His burning hot erection jutted upward, prodding against her inner thigh and taut, flat stomach. She lowered her weight so her breasts were pressing against him, her hot nipples branding the muscles of his chest, his erection pinned in between their palpitating abdomens.
Marcus took a standing position at the top end of the pallet, by Livia's head. He gently cupped the side of her cheek and lifted her from his brother’s kiss, with other hand gripped his erection and began rubbing the hardness against her cheek and the side of her face, then teasing her plump lips with it, while she gazed up at him, her eyes smouldering, offering little kisses to the head when it touched her lips. Releasing her cheek, he reached over her back to caress and massage her pale flesh, fingertips along her spine, palm cupping her pert buttocks, meeting his brother’s hands there and quickly moving on. Finally sliding back up her side, along her ribs to the bulging heat of the side of her right breast, cupping and stroking its warm smoothness.
Meanwhile, Richard had already knelt up between the Witch’s splayed thighs, hers outside his, his outside Robert’s. He clamped his hands on her smooth hips, casually grabbing Robert’s hands and pushing them onto her thighs, then locking his hands onto her perky, well-rounded buttocks, declaring her rear as his territory. Holding her sweet buttocks apart with one hand, he grasped his shaft in the other and used it to probed between her cheeks, pressing the bloated crown into her cleft, rubbing at the hot, sweat slick valley, and teasing her swollen cunt lips with the corded underside of his erection.

Robert was the first of them to penetrate her. Hands pulled away from her ass, he decided he should be the first to have access, so he reached between them. Livia, feeling his movement between their loins, lifted her hips to give him room, shivering at the feel of the cock sliding up and down between her ass cheeks. She reached down her body to assist him.
Spreading her labia with her fingers, she lowered herself when she felt the familiar heat and proportion of Robert’s penis pressing in at the right position.
She had been soaking wet for some minutes, so despite the size and stretching girth, his entry was surprisingly smooth. Livia pressed down until she felt the hard bulbous crown slip between her pouting lips and plug the entrance to her vagina, then started to slowly push her body down onto Robert’s cock. Laughing at the sheer physical pleasure that enveloped her as she impaled herself, she pushed down harder, taking his length into her body, until her well lubricated walls were firmly stretched out around the shaft. She continued to lower herself until her inner thighs pressed down on his hips. She heard a low groan of passion as Robert felt his shaft fill Livia's core up to the hilt. Holding onto her firm thighs, he started to gyrate hips, working them in a circular up and down rhythm, grinding his crown against her cervix, feeling her juices trickling down his shaft. He kept it slow, gentle and controlled.

Marcus took advantage of Livia's laughter and open-mouthed groans of pleasure, asserting his helmet her lips, plugging her mouth. He wanted to drive it in quickly while he had the chance but something in him, some latent fear perhaps, held him back. Instead, he held it in place, the silky, warmth of her crown sealing the ‘O’ or Livia’s mouth. Her full lips feeling glorious encircling him. Livia accepted his assertion, lifting her head, straightening her throat and widened the ‘O’ of her lips.
He took over at that point, pushing forwards with his hips to slide his erection member as far beyond the border of her mouth as he could get. Livia's mouth stretched wide to accommodate his girth. She almost gagged on it before, with a little redirected focus, she took a breath, relaxed herself and then took him smoothly down to the balls.
Taking a firm grip of her head, both hands encircling the top and back of her skull, Marcus held her steady, basking in the feel of her cinching throat contracting delightfully around his swollen crown, but he still had a couple of inches on the wrong side of her lips and so kept on pushing forward. Livia managed to relax her throat and accepted his last few inches. He quickly found that once he'd passed through the hurdle of that first entry, continual passage was easier and he commenced pumping his shaft back and forth in Livia's mouth. She was constantly using her tongue around the thick ridge and up the sides, tantalising his sensitive skin with the heat and wetness of her gifted tongue. Her teeth periodically nibbled at his flesh, sending shocks into his body straight through his penis, but she made sure never to scrape, firm pressure only, and only a moment at a time.

The Witch’s lips sealed tight and her mouth created an intense suction around his stretching circumference, often drawing him in that last inch or two, while her throat muscles flexed and cinched his hot, engorged meat. Marcus could feel sharp intakes of air via Livia's laboured breath, that rushed in and out across the upper surface of his erection, cool on the intake, hot on the exhale. All together that mass of erotic sensation brought his orgasm rising upwards with a fierceness and pace that he didn't really want. The sheer sensual joy with which her mouth anointed his erection, was too good to finish with too quickly and he firmly and a speed that came from desperation, he tugged his shaft all the way out. The delectable tightness, sliding and dragging along his bloated length was almost enough to bring him to climax anyway, but Marcus gritted his teeth and locked his muscles and managed to stem the flow of his seed before it rushed up from his scrotum.
A great splattering of saliva burst from Livia's stretched open mouth and hung in spider web tendrils between her lips and tongue and Marcus' penis - which was bloated and bigger than ever. Luckily, Robert was hunkered down, his face buried in his lover’s breasts at the time.

Livia gazed up in surprise at Marcus. But then, with some pride and a hint of amusement, she realised from his expression and quick panting breaths, just how close to orgasm he had
been, and she decided to give him a little time to regain his self-control.
She turned her attention to Robert, who was still gorging himself on her breasts. Groaning against her sensitive orbs, which sent delightful tingles of pleasure into her. At the ssame time he was presenting her with a controlled pace of easy pelvic thrusts, feeding the upper half of his length into her. Again, he felt long and thicker than she was used to from Robert, and his flesh felt harder than sun-warmed granite. His slick shaft, propelled a few inches up and down against her clinging and palpitating tunnel walls, in a rhythm that was doing wonders to the rapid build of her own rising ardour. She started to make grabs at him as he hit the apex of each thrust, the muscles within her clinging sheath tightening around him on the downstroke, bring muffled groans of delight from somewhere within her cleavage.
Hugging her tighter to him, he showed Livia his appreciation, his textured tongue slaking across her achingly hard nipples. Livia leaned down further, using her cheek to draw his face out from her breasts. His face was flushed pink and glistening with sweat, he was grinning up at her.
She grinned back but then passion took over and she found his lips and kissed him firmly, mouths pressure-locked, lips mashed, mutual pleasure and desire coursing through that illicit connection, tongues clashed like jousting knights writhing and wheeling as they frolicked from mouth to mouth. Livia’s impassioned moans were swallowed up by Robert’s voracious mouth.
There was something about this boy Robert that Livia couldn't get enough of - his everyday attractiveness and his physicality of course; the feel of his body, hard and smooth and brimming with adolescent virility and stamina, all of that. But it was also his thoughtfulness, both generally and sexually, his concern for her pleasure as well as his own, his focussed attentiveness to her mood and her needs; his natural aroma, his aura, his gentle manner, along with the potential strength beneath it. It was everything.

At Livia's poised buttocks, Richard had finished preparing his erect member. He'd scooped up a few fingerfuls of her juices that had trickled out from the edges of her stretched open cunt lips and massaged it into his shaft, then spat onto his hand and rubbed his saliva in as well. Once he'd slicked up his hefty shaft to his satisfaction, he looked at the tiny mouth of Livia’s anus, licking his lips. He was practically quivering with excitement. He'd always wanted to try this. And here was his chance at it and with a girl far more lovely than any he'd lusted after before, including Vicky Hayes, though Lord, did that hurt to admit.
He gripped his penis, firmly, beneath the swollen crown, pressing the blunt tip against the tiny little cinched star of her anal mouth. And then he started to assert steady pressure, nothing happened so he increased the forward push with quite a bit more force.
Livia lifted her lips, a rolling motion that undulated her arched spine. A long, guttural moan of passion emerged from deep in her throat. She turned her gleaming upper body and looked back at Richard from over her shoulder, a slightly pained expression twisting her stunning features, though her hooded eyes still twinkled with unmistakable lust.
Richard took her look as an affirmation to go harder. And he did. After a couple more second of teeth grinding exertion, he felt her anal sphincter beginning to give in to his insistence. He felt Livia attempt to assist him, as her entrance began to relax itself a sensual response he could recognise, finally that ring of cinched muscle gave way to the blunt tip of his erection. And with a sudden harsh groan of supremacy and passion, an inch or two of his slick, swollen meat squelched into anal tract.

“That's it, lad! Livia gasped, almost breathless. “Push harder, I won’t break.”

Richard shivered at her urging and jerked his hips hard, another inch popped into her tightest tunnel. Now he was securely inside her ass he let go of his shaft and took hold of Livia by the hips. He started to pull her onto his meat while leaning forward, putting his weight behind his insistent shoving, inexorably driving his shaft into her a difficult, forceful inch at a time.

Trying to control her breathing against the sweet burn of having her rectal passage invaded by so girthy a club, Livia turned her attention back to Marcus. The poor boy was desperate to sample her lips and throat again, but he appeared to be trying his best to give her time to get accustomed to the adventures of his friend and brother. Not wanting her to become overwhelmed. She appreciated his notion; however unnecessary it was. He was standing there, half leaning over her pallet, one hand braced on the slab of slate that served as her window ledge, while slowly jerking on his engorged rod, to keep himself rock hard for her mouth. However, his patience was waning, he was ready for her mouth again, growing increasingly desperate for his own share of pleasure. Livia could sense it, she held his eye and smiled up at him.

“I want it down to the balls this time boy! You understand me!” She said with dark mirth.

Then she glanced back over her shoulder and caught Richard's eye. He was grimacing with exertion and his cheeks were flushed deep crimson.

“The same goes for you, my lad!” She said.

Her eyes revealed a passion-filled amusement. Grinning, Marcus and Richard both excitedly nodded their acceptance of her demands.
Turning back to Marcus, Livia lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide and thrust out her tongue. He immediately leaned in and started to feed her his erection. He slid smoothly across her tongue, which performed a serpentine dance against his length’s straining underside ridge, filled her mouth then immediately jerked his hips to pop through the barrier and into her gripped oesophagus, making Livia gasp, which turned into a breath aging choke. He paused, and she could feel him started to retracted his length, so she quickly lifted a hand off the furs beneath her, gesturing him onwards. Still, he hesitated, not pulling out but not thrusting the rest in either. Livia braced herself, reached up with both hands, grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her face.
Following her insistent urging he took hold of the back of her head and, in conjunction with her pulling on his buttocks, he drew her lips along his long thick shaft while simultaneously pushing into her. Livia’s throat bulged his cock ending her deep, wrenching breaths like a plug.
He shoved with his hips, forcing his way deeper and deeper into gullet, as Livia stretched and slobbered around his size, her saliva dribbling from her lips, coating his shaft. While her tongue was doing wondrous things to his lower third and her lips remained locked tight around his girth, practically fist tight, while she applied straining friction.
Finally, his last inch of his distended phallus, pushed past the barrier of her full lips and entered her throat. Her nose pressed against his abdomen, his pubic hair flavouring her attempts to inhale.
Again, Livia began to press in with her teeth, gently chewing on Marcus’ cock meat. Sometimes taking pity enough to slide her lips over her teeth, adding an additional barrier to their hardness, while her tongue as ever worked away on the slick underside. Releasing his ass cheeks, she braced herself against the pallet with one hand and cupped his weighty testicles with the other. She could tell instantly that he would come very soon.
All that combined sensation, the heat, the tightness, her active and gifted mouth, were proving too much for him. So, Livia intensified her attentions.

Richard had been experiencing a similar process of overwhelming sensation, throughout his deep penetration of Livia's gorgeous ass. The orifice was gripping him so tightly, the waves of heat embracing him so hot, his hardness felt both half crushed and half roasted within her rectum. It was utter delirium and he felt convinced he would have to withdraw and take a few focussing breaths, just in order to hold back his impending peak.
And yet, he could not find the drive to remove himself from this rapture, instead he found himself pushing deeper and deeper into her rectum. All too soon he met the complication. There was a sudden additional source of pressure and tightness. Robert’s cock stuffed inside her stretched cunt, pressuring him from beneath, slicking back and forth against him, with nothing more than a membrane of femininity between them. It was stopping him from getting balls deep, as Livia had demanded. As he had wanted.
Instead of trying to work in those last few inches, he changed tactic. Starting to withdraw, he switched to matching Robert. Using the two thirds of his length that she had already taken, he began thrusting firmly in and out of the woman’s scintillating back passage. He held onto a vain hope that the impossible friction and heat wouldn't bring him off immediately. He needed to savour the sheer intensity of this joyous sensation.

Livia was continually swallowing, partly so she wouldn't choke on her own saliva and partly to continue on her internal caresses around Marcus' engorged shaft.
The boy had begun thrusting back and forth with a few inches, pumping her stretched mouth, however, the friction was already getting too much. His shaft tensed up, stone hard and throbbing against Livia's tongue. The rhythmic waves of constriction from her throat muscles brought him to the edge, while her fingers caressing his heavy scrotum brought him right over the brink with a powerful jetting burst. He wailed jerking against her face, his fingers grasping at her full chestnut tresses as his orgasm suddenly exploded in her throat.

Richard took only a few more moments to hit his own climax, within the tight gripping hot depths of the witch’s rectum, so Livia felt the hot spray at both ends of her body more or less simultaneously. She felt the first heavy spurts of Marcus’ thick hot cum splattering the walls of her throat. She instantly pulled back, gulping as the rasping crown of Marcus' shaft tickled her as she withdrew. The raw scrape of flesh on flesh brought a second torrent of fluid bursting from Marcus’ shaft, drawing a muffled groan from Livia. And that was when Richard noisily announced his own climax, spurting heavily into her bowls.
Even as he sprayed all across her guts, Richard continued his frantic unsteady thrusts, the tightness squeezing his penis drawing out additional bursts of his seed. Each time he withdrew, her anus felt like a super-tight sucking mouth, working fiercely to draw the liquid ecstasy from him.
Once Livia had yanked her head back until Marcus’ erection popped from her throat, she intensified her sucking, drawing out more and more hot seed which she happily to gulped down.
The sudden blasts of liquid fire bursting into her, had Livia pushed right up to the precipice of her own orgasm. And the over-stretching and harsh friction of their three shafts, the masses of hot seed bursting into her splattering her insides, were enough to bring her climax on.

A great shuddering wave of erotic heat burst across the woman’s body, expanding outward from her core and ballooning throughout her shapely torso with a limb-trembling ferocity. Juices burst from her core splashing over Robert's fully embedded erection - he was still taking his time with shallow, well controlled strokes.
Livia pulled her mouth off Marcus’ shaft, and dropped her head, crying out as her bursting ejaculation overwhelmed her. Robert’s brother was still in the midst of his own climax. His seed splurged across her face, shooting thick streams over her cheeks and lips and up into her hair. The hot lashing fluid seemed to reinforce Livia’s orgasm and she bucked and thrashed against the boys surrounding her.
Her writhing proved so forceful that, as she bucked, she actually pulled her ass off Richard’s shaft and he shot his last few streamers across her clenched buttocks and across her back. He let out a deep, satisfied sigh as his orgasm abated then, like a upturned cup, the strength drained from him and as his shaft began to soften, shrinking back to its natural size, he stumbled off the pallet and onto the smooth floorboards. Taking the rug by the fire, he slumped down, utterly exhausted.

Marcus’ completion was much the same, he spurted the last few drops of his seed into Livia’s proffered mouth and then slumped over her, grabbing the window sill again, barely able to hold himself up, while the young woman sucked the residue seed and saliva from his erection. It shrunk and softened to its normal size, even as she was cleaning him.
Marcus tried to retain his strength but it ebbed away and he stumbled back into a chair by the dining table, quickly falling into a heavy sleep.

Now it was just the two lovers. Just the way Robert wanted it.

Aware of his lover’s momentary post-cum weakness, maintained his gentle rhythmic thrusts, encircling her in his arms and supporting her while she got breath back.
He changed his thrusts from short and shallow ones to deep full-length moves, though he kept them slow and gentle. While Robert took care of Livia, he stroked her bruised buttocks gently and planted kisses all over her face and lips, ignoring the masses of residue cum covering her.
It wasn't long before Livia was over her orgasm and yet already building toward another. Her strength had returned and she lifted her upper body and smiled down at Robert, eyes hooded and smoky, her glistening face beautifully twisted with renewed passion. Smiling down at him, she started to use her core muscles as she had the first time they’d made love.
Robert grinned back, knowingly as he felt her stretched pussy grasp at his deep driving erection. He released her ass and reached under her for her full breasts, cupping them gently in his hands, stroking the hard, thick nipples with the pads of his fingertips, lightly pinching them with his middle and ring fingers.

Livia started to breathe more deeply, gasping in panting breaths. Her orgasm was building again, rapidly. She leaned back a little more and started to rock her buttocks back and forth against Robert's shaft, keeping up her muscle clamps in time to his hip thrusts.
Robert leaned up along with her, sliding his leg around Livia's bottom so he was sat cross- legged on the pallet with Livia sitting in his lap facing him, her legs encircling his hips.
Their mouths came together and they kissed, both expressing their mutual passion and desire and their sexual hunger, with the kiss’ quickly building frenzy.
Livia eventually pulled away, leaning back, putting her weight onto her hands behind her on Robert's sweat soaked knees. He was beginning to grunt now and his hips were jerking upwards to meet Livia, as she urgently rocked back and forth against him.
He captured a swaying breast and took the hot nipple into his mouth, pinched it between his lips and used his tongue on the flat dimpled tip, flicking and stroking, tasting its sweetness and heat. Then he took in more of the surrounding flesh, enveloping her areola, nibbling at the tit flesh gently.
Livia’s moans rapidly turned into rasping cries as her orgasm once again began to envelop her. She arched her back and hooked a hand around the back of Robert's head, pulling his face into her perky breasts. His hands were locked tight onto her clenching buttocks and as her orgasm peaked, she threw her head back, crying out over and over, juices splattering over his shaft for a second time. He let out a deep guttural moan at the sudden onslaught of his own climax. His erection tensed, then leaped within Livia’s volcanic, quaking pussy, her walls clutching and shuddering tightly around his bloated size, driving his orgasm to greater heights. His seed erupted, volcanic splurge. He rammed upward with his hips, thumping into her cervix and his seed burst from his solid crown in great bursts of fiery fluid. Stream after stream shot upward, slapping her cervix like whip cracks.

Wanting to have his reward spurting all over her, Livia pulled herself off him thew herself back on the bed, pulling him over her so he was crouched between her spread legs, his erotically twisted up face only inches above hers.
She reached down and grasped hold of his scrotum with one hand, cupping one of her breasts with the other and massaged the sack vigorously, working more semen out, so that it burst from his huge, tonic-distended penis. Great thick wads of creamy fluid shot from the crown to splatter all over her stomach and breasts, the liquid so hot that it actually evaporated the sweat coating her body, little tendrils of steam rising from her flesh. Making her shiver and moan at the chemical reaction.
She expertly worked the boy’s testicles until the great streamers became dribbles that splashed into her glistening pubic hair. Only then did she start on his shaft, working her clenched fist up and down the slick member, teasing more and more forth, to pour out over her still twitching labia.
Finally, as he was moaning out his sheer, unadulterated pleasure - his torso shaking with exhausted tension and his erection finally softening in her hard working hand - Livia gave in and allowed him to lower himself into an exhausted, loving embrace.
They were both slick with sweat, along with the sexual secretions of four different people, both utterly exhausted in the aftermath of the orgy. And the warmth of the still crackling fire sent them both into a satiated slumber almost at once.

[Claire]

@Vela Nanashi This one here might be for you. It has nice consensual scenes with very detailed descriptions. Should be exactly your thing. Don't read further to avoid spoilers.

@Nickamano Sorry that it took me a while. I finally read part 3. I actually wanted to read more at once but it got a little hot in here so I will return later for more... I really like the detail that you went into with that scene. Personally, I like to get more into what the characters feel, but I appreciated the time you took to let that scene breath. I need that to fully immerse myself in the scene. A very well written scene that felt surpringly tender given the NonCon tag. I loved the playful battle for dominance. Overall, I liked it a lot, excellent work! The only thing that bothered me a little was how quickly Livia was ready to go immediately after waking up. I would have loved a short conversation between the two to make me care a little more about them.

[LaLia]

I immediately thought of the non-con and rather soft thing, too. And yet it's well executed, especially with the dialogue. It may not be as harsh as many of the other stories here, but it definitely has other qualities, and I like long texts and detailed stories anyway.

[Shocker]

Livia is certainly a layered character, the last chapter should help Robert overcoming his infatuation with her. He truly loves her, but having shared her with his brother an$ his friend will be weighing on his mind.

Overall this story is a lot to unpack and will bear rereading once it’s completed.