by Abby Aaron
Claiming Their Village Bride
Claiming Their Brides, Book Two
Abby Aaron
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Abby Aaron
Claiming Their Village Bride
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This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents
Prologue
1. Wild and Free
2. Aras: Bound but Resolved
3. Loinbard: Defiantly Free
4. Anders: Freed Without a Voice
5. Proclaiming their Desire
6. Breaking Bread
7. Views on Scolding
8. Jemina’s Challenge
9. Lasting Promise
10. Gaining a Sister
11. Leodon’s Challenge
12. Smiley’s Devotion
13. Another Price to be Paid
14. Back on Track
15. Darnish’s Challenge
16. Protecting the Fragile
17. Narrowing the field of competition
18. Ellias’ Challenge
19. The Claiming
20. Truth and Justice for All
21. Retrieving their Wayward Wife
22. Dreams Come to Pass
Abby Aaron
Blushing Books
To Sandra, a dyslexic’s saving grace.
Prologue
Facing Her Penalty
“Stop delaying,” her husband, the serious one, demanded. “Explain why you chose to dishonor our family and dared to convince others to help you?”
A skilled warrior would cringe under the livid expression he was giving her. But she still did not fear whatever outcome awaited her. Jemina’s husbands would never truly harm her, not in a lasting manner. They had sworn to protect her, not once, but twice. Mere hours before, they accepted the cruel punishment meted out by the village elders for her sin of breaking their laws. They shielded her from hard, red-hot rod strikes across the back.
“I had to tell my brother. He needs to protect his wife.”
Her amber-haired mate challenged her feeble excuse. “Giannis is under no immediate danger, wife. If she is with child, it would take months for the real threat to come to pass. You are more intelligent than most. Do not try to claim you don’t understand as much.”
Both men circled around her, and shame coursed through Jemina. She trusted her motives were pure. “I did not realize you three would pay the price for my actions. All I could think of when I left—”
“You agreed to let us handle the task,” her third husband interrupted her.
“Do you deny remembering our promise to return to your village and share the secret with Jael?”
“Bride, our family has protected the confidence we shared with you for many cycles. Our sister’s life depends on guarding it until she comes of age. After such a time, everyone will know of the city’s deceit. No one outside of our immediate family unit can know the full story. Not even Otto, who is trusted more than any other living being among us.
“Yet we did not hesitate to expose the details to you and, in consideration of your wishes as our wife, we promised to extend this knowledge to your brother. Do you comprehend the courage such a compromise cost my blood brother and me? Despite him living far away from our family unit, knowing one slip of his tongue could jeopardize all which we have worked so hard to protect, we agreed to your request to prepare Jael to protect his wife.”
“How can I make this right?” Jemina was desperate now. She longed to go back in time and undo the damage to her husbands’ trust and respect for her. Whatever they asked of her, she would do it to prove how repentant she was for disrespecting their faith.
“We have gifted you with all we have to offer, Jemina. Our protection. Our love. Our seed.” Her first husband’s voice sounded so dejected. “You will have to find a way to repair the harm done.”
“I cannot undo the damage. The wounds on your backs will remind me always of the day I dishonored our union and selfishly acted alone, instead of putting our family’s interest above all others. Jael and my family unit back in Urijah were my primary focus, but I forgot, as your wife, I have a new family unit that rightfully surpasses all others.”
She removed her shirt and pants, tossing them aside. Her undergarments followed. She needed to bare herself, body and soul now to prove her honest, pure shame. Her three husbands watched her closely, but she did not meet their eyes. Until she had regained their respect, proven her own, she would not do so. “You have gifted me with your protection. Each of your backs confirm your devotion. The fact that you have not cast me off as a wife, even after I dishonored our family unit, proves your love knows no bounds.”
The village bride dropped to her knees and prepared to do the one thing she had managed to avoid during their many lovemaking sessions since the wedding ceremony.
Reaching up, she slowly unfastened her second husband’s pants and reached inside. His male member was easy to free. It was already engorged. Shutting her eyes tightly, she promised herself she could find the courage to do this. “Until I earn the right to receive your seed in my womb, I will accept it this way as proof of my regret for leaving the safety of the village border.”
The smell was not unpleasant. It reminded her of his strength and devotion to her. Often this husband had explored her body with his mouth, especially her most intimate parts. He was skilled with flicking his hot tongue across her nub, making it swell and go damp. He was even teaching her other husbands about the ways to drive her wild with the same attention.
Could the tip of her tongue move as expertly as his did? She allowed herself to study the end. A small amount of liquid seeped from the slit there. She could not stop herself from gagging at the thought of something so unfamiliar going into her mouth.
Jemina refused to give up. Her husbands loved her above all others. The dew had a musty flavor, she noted as she ran her tongue over the tip. Her husband tensed and a moan tore from deep in his chest.
He was enjoying her efforts. Pride swelled within her heart. He pulled back, moaning about being too close to losing his seed.
She switched attention to her first husband. His member was even harder than the second’s had been. With pride and determination, she repeated her earlier action. First, she licked the impressive length. He tasted a bit stronger than the other, but she found herself getting used to the strange sensation and wondered what her third mate would feel and taste like when she was ready to work on him.
Her tongue settled over the tip of her first mate’s rod, but she opted to go slower this time. Rushing the act with her second husband had been a miscalculation. “Oh, dear Creator above, this cannot be right.” His words were husky, and her first husband held on tightly to her hair as she sucked on the moisture escaping from the tip.
“I have regained my control,” her auburn-haired mate announced, coming forward to try coaxing her attention back to him. She switched betw
een both men, licking the very edge around the tips of their shafts before suckling the liquid that rewarded her efforts.
Her third husband pushed his way toward her suddenly. She witnessed him strong arm his triad aside as he freed his own penis. He guided it toward her face, the look of anticipation making Jemina’s own body grow damp. She reached down to start fondling herself, but he ordered her to stop.
“You do not come until each of us do,” he ordered. His bold words and stern expression almost made her explode. The pungent scent he produced thrilled her.
Fisting her hair, he waited until she parted her teeth more before pushing himself deeper inside. Was she meant to let him take her in the mouth as he did in her channel? Was such a thing even possible? Jemina did gag then, but only for a moment.
He gave her a chance to recover, before beginning to ease in and out of her mouth again, shallow at first, but gaining deeper and deeper access with each thrust. Her hands reached up to brace against his thighs, as if she could try gaining a bit of control over his relentless prodding.
Something wanton inside her took control. She reached up to pull his pants down completely, caressing his balls. Wild, exciting sounds erupted from husband number three. Jemina forced her mouth to go slack and grabbed onto his firm ass, digging her fingers in the taut muscles there. It was not long before he was tensing.
Jemina started using her tongue to playfully push his member out as he pulled back, before dutifully sucking it back inside. If her mouth was not full, she would no doubt be moaning with desire. Hot fluid shot in her throat, and for a moment she was unsure of how to proceed. Her mother had not given her any clues on what to do when pleasing a man this way. Was she meant to swallow as he spilled his seed or let it pool in the back of her mouth until he finished?
“Open your mouth,” her third husband commanded, as he pulled himself free. “I want to see my seed filling your hot mouth before you accept every bit of it when you swallow.” At his nod of approval, Jemina sat on her haunches and allowed the seed to slide down her throat, even licking her lips as if appreciative of the gift he bestowed on her.
A huge smile returned to his lips. His anger and disappointment had vanished. “Be warned. If you blatantly disobey us again, it won’t be your mouth which claims our seed, but your beautiful, tight ass.”
“You would beat me?” she asked in a sassy tone, relieved at least this husband had forgiven her.
“Not beat, little gem. Fuck. We will take turns pumping our cocks into your tight ass.”
The image he planted in her mind both terrified and intrigued her.
She started concentrating on her first husband, bringing him close to spilling his seed, but stopped short of finishing him off. With a wicked grin, she turned to the second, taking him to the very edge again, only to pull away.
Then she pulled at each man’s legs, drawing them to stand closer to her. Then Jemina guided both men inside her mouth. She could not take either in very deep. Jemina used the side of her mouth as a holding place for one member, as she accepted the other’s hard, powerful thrust. Then her face shifted and the other member gained full access while she pocketed the other between her teeth and jaw.
Both came with a force that sent a shudder through all three of their bodies. The volume of seed was hard to contain, and some seeped between her lips as she was freed. She took a moment to regain her composure
They carried her to the bed. They used their mouths and fingers to bring her to completion. For a moment, Jemina actually feared she had accidently relieved herself as her body shuddered out of control. Liquid came shooting out of her frame. Would her husbands notice? She clamped her legs together tightly, only to have them forced apart by strong hands.
To her horror, her auburn hair husband used his mouth to accept the fluid. Then the other two reached over to pry her legs open wider so they could lick away any remaining specks. Her first husband sat beside her, pulling her head to rest on his lap. “Later tonight, we will pour our seed inside your perfect body again. Only this time, we will have two entrances to fill, wife.”
Daybreak on New Earth, Village of Urijah
“Wake up, girl. The sun is rising. If we hope to complete our journey, we must make haste. It will take two days to travel to both villages and the two sections of the city wall not protected by Urijah warriors.
Jemina’s eyes blinked open. Why had he interrupted her wonderful dream? “I will be up in a moment, Papa.” Pulling her bed sheets over her chin, she prayed he would leave quickly. She did not know which to be more embarrassed about – having one of her fathers wake her from one of her many wanton dreams or knowing a large pool of her release no doubt spotted her sheets. Would she be able to change the bed before it was time to depart?
Jemina was puzzled about her sleeping thoughts. How could a virgin have such vivid dreams of things she knew nothing about? Only fleeting memories of the actual events in the fantasy lingered as she allowed her fleeting climax to wane. No matter, soon she would learn how accurate her unconscious notions about what it would be like to make love were true. Today she started her journey into a new, exciting life.
Her fathers were finally ready to announce her coming of age. They had put off the task well beyond the general milestone of seventeen cycles. She was nineteen cycles now, soon to be twenty. Jemina would not be held back any longer. She threatened to travel alone and make the announcement herself if her fathers did not do their duty by the end of the official village cycle. With their approval or not, triads of fit warriors would soon compete for the right to wed her. Life as a village born woman was blessed, indeed.
1
Wild and Free
As the heavily cloaked, slender figure rushed ahead of the group yet again, Leodon exhaled with frustration; the profound lines across his weathered brow deepened. “I knew it was a mistake to bring her. We will be lucky to return to our village alive.” The dense foliage made it challenging to keep track of the impulsive youth up ahead.
Ellias clapped his heavy palm against his fellow triad member’s back. No lines marred his attractive face, and only a touch of gray hinted to his middle age. “Calm yourself, friend. She is safe. Between the three of us, we can handle any mischief which comes our way.”
“Mischief?” grunted the final man among them in their traveling group. “The evildoers are a bit more dangerous than such a word implies.” Darnish gave a humorless smile. “At least we will have the element of surprise on our side if an attack occurs. Few men would assume someone as small as our daughter could fight better than many warriors.”
“It would not matter if they suspected she was female; Creator spare us. She might be dressed the part, but she is certainly not acting like a trained warrior at the moment,” Leodon asserted. “The girl lacks discipline and wisdom; I pity the grooms who win her hand.”
Ellias sighed. “You speak the truth, but let us enjoy the thrill of watching her get into a few last bouts of trouble while we can. Soon she will be wed and move away. Life will be boring in the Village of Urijah then.”
“I wager the village which gains her will offer to send her and it’s warriors to live among our people once they realize what a disruptive, though beautiful, troublemaker we have raised.” Darnish brushed a long, gray lock of hair off his square forehead before doubling his pace to catch up with their daughter.
All three men kept a watchful eye on the path around them, ready to respond to any threat that might arrive. The grounds outside the villages and around the city were lawless territory. Those banished from civilized settlements roamed these regions, preying on anyone passing by. To be captured by these evildoers meant certain death to any males and worse for any females.
Women were a rare, sought after commodity since war demolished most of humanity countless cycles before. Finding one outside the walls of the city or away from the protection of the village settlements was sporadic indeed. While male children were plentiful, treaties had to be brokered with th
e City of Women in order to win brides from within to help keep various lineages alive.
Stumbling upon a village born female was unheard of. Laws were strict about such matters. But Jemina often managed to find a way around any barriers attempting to limit her. When her twin brother Jael went off to train as a warrior, the imp managed to convince the elders of Urijah into allowing her to watch the preparation from afar. Separate from the boys training, she mimicked their every move. Then she practiced what she learned in the wee hours of the night until she could prove her worth to the council and seek approval to join the training.
Leodon grunted with frustration, recalling how he had put his foot down when Jemina first sought permission to train alongside her twin. He argued a village born female was too valuable to risk possible injury during such vigorous training practices. But Jemina had been ready for such a hurdle. She was always prepared with a quick response to argue her point.
Many Cycles Before
Jemina proudly stood before the elders, her radiant freckles dazzling her audience. Her windswept hair floated around her oval face as she spoke. Leodon could easily see there was no doubt lingering in her mind. She was convinced she would succeed in her latest, ridiculous quest. He saw the way Alistrair, the head Elder, was smiling down at her. Wise, he might be, but his wild hair and unkempt beard were better reflections of his true eccentric manner. The leader enjoyed Jemina’s wild streak and was prone to humoring the girl.
