by Georgia Fox
Jeanne finally swallowed and let herself breathe. She wanted that cock in her mouth. She wanted to know how it tasted. It was not fair, she thought. Ram had tasted her pussy and now he let another woman feast on his splendid manhood. She would never have that same opportunity.
If Aelfa was being hurt, she did not show any sign of it. Her slender body moved like a whip between the two men who penetrated it, and her mouth slid up and down Ram's long, hard cock with ease, not choking despite that incredible length.
As for Ram—that bastard—he let his head go back, his eyes turned to the clouds above, his hands resting on the log behind him.
Jeanne felt a wave of fury licking at her. Why should Aelfa have all that pleasure? And pleasure it clearly was for her eyes were shining, her body flexing wildly, her face pink with excitement. Nino was gasping under her, his lower body lifting and lowering rapidly as he filled Aelfa's pussy. And then Dom cried out, jerking backward to spray his seed across her buttocks.
As Jeanne's overwhelmed gaze moved up and down the scene, she suddenly found herself pinned by Salvador's dark eyes staring directly at her. She took a step back.
And into the waiting arms of Raul d'Anzeray.
She did not fight. The scene she'd just witnessed had apparently rendered her bones soft and her will to resist temptation suddenly non-existent. Her pussy ached and her nipples rubbed painfully on her gown. Jeanne realized, in some degree of horror and shame, that every time she had watched these men at work in this manner, she was jealous. At first she thought she was jealous of them, because they gave her mistress pleasure as she once did—a service for which she was apparently no longer required. Now she knew she was equally envious of the women they serviced. She was sure of it, when Aelfa looked her way with wide, gleaming green eyes as Ram shouted out and spilled his load in her throat. There was too much of it for Aelfa to swallow, apparently, and some oozed from the corner of her stretched lips, trickling down her chin. But she closed her coppery lashes and Jeanne knew that if Aelfa did not have a full mouth just then she would have been smiling, contented as the cookhouse cat after a dish of rich cream.
At the same moment, Nino, sprawled under the redhead, suddenly grabbed her waist and pumped his hips quickly, growling like a bear, opening his mouth wide over one of those swollen nipples.
"Uh oh," Raul whispered in Jeanne's ear as he held her in the tight circle of his arms. "There goes my little brother, filling that lovely pussy with good seed."
The brothers gathered around, petting and stroking and kissing Aelfa.
"Come on," said Raul. "Now it's your turn, little Jeanne."
* * * *
Raul brought her to the log in the stream. "Don't fret," Ram told her. "We just want to know for sure that you're a virgin. No one is going to hurt you."
She looked at the other men. "I can see that. Your cocks are spent and lay idle again."
He was amused. Apparently she thought that meant she was safe. Glaring at Ram, she demanded to know whether this was his idea.
He grinned. "No. It was Sal's. He doesn't believe in virgins. He wants proof."
The eldest brother was regarding her with eyes like thunderclouds. It was true Sal had been in a bad temper lately and nothing seemed to get him out of it. Perhaps a little new sport would help, thought Ram.
"Sit down on the log," he told Jeanne. "Let Aelfa look at you."
"Aelfa? Why?"
Their red-headed wife smiled and knelt in the stream. "It won't hurt, I promise you, sweetling." While Ram and Dom placed firm hands on Jeanne's shoulders, Aelfa lifted her skirt over her thighs and pressed her knees apart. "Far better for me to do it as the men might go too far. My fingers are smaller and gentler."
Jeanne must have realized then what the other woman meant to do for she stiffened and tried to close her knees, but to no avail. Aelfa had a strong grip and she leaned her face in, using her tongue to bring ease and reassurance. The brother's gathered in the stream, watching intently.
"Take her gown off," Sal snapped. "I want to see her naked."
Ram knew they all wanted to look at those splendid tits. With Dom's help he got her woolen gown off over her head and then her shift likewise. She was trembling, but with cold not fear. Tiny goose bumps fluttered visibly over her skin. Ram noticed that her legs had relaxed, her knees falling apart more easily now that Aelfa worked her pussy with that clever tongue.
They leaned her back slightly, and Aelfa lifted Jeanne's feet to the log so that the brothers could see everything she did.
"That's a pretty pussy, " said Dom solemnly. "So small, eh?"
"And pink," observed Nino, grabbing his balls in one hand. "She's enjoying our wife's tongue."
Salvador sloshed forward in the water and crouched. He stroked Aelfa's shining autumnal locks and eased her face slightly to one side so they could all view her tongue lapping over Jeanne's labia with steady strokes. "Go betwixt," he urged huskily, his gaze fixed hard on that virgin pussy.
Aelfa chuckled softly and then pressed her tongue into Jeanne's sex.
Ram felt his cock pulsing again already, filling and stiffening. "She tastes like cream and honey, does she not, Aelfa?"
The wife nodded but kept her tongue flicking away inside the virgin, clearly enjoying her task.
"When did you taste her cunt?" Sal wanted to know, frowning.
"When I found her praying in the barn that day." Ram laughed. "Surely you didn't think I was content to watch her fiddle with herself?"
Sal snorted. "True. I might have known you wouldn't resist that sweet puss."
Dom suddenly hunkered down and turned Jeanne's face so he could kiss her. "What a delight you are, little Jeanne. Do you like what Aelfa does down there?"
The maid closed her eyes, licked her lips and finally allowed a small nod.
"She'd ready then, Aelfa," Dom said, cupping one of those full breasts in his hand. "Make her come, and then she'll be ready for your finger."
* * * *
Jeanne felt as if this was a dream. It couldn't really be happening to her. Surely she was not sitting on a log, stark naked, while a woman ate her pussy and seven men stood around watching.
But it was so. The bark of the log rubbing under her bottom told her that this was real. Dom's hand squeezing her breast quite roughly told her the same thing. Finally, the woman's tongue sliding in and out of her yearning pussy was driving her mercilessly to a sharp peak of pleasure. And there was no pretending it wasn't happening.
Her heels pressed down harder on the log and she gasped, jerking. Oh, it was wonderful!
Jeanne, previously always the giver, never having the favor returned by her mistress, at last knew the joyous freedom of letting go, falling into another woman's caress. It had been different with Ram's mouth for he was forceful and she'd been trying to scramble away, too shocked to relax and enjoy what he did. This time, with a woman's tongue, she felt less fearful. Besides, the men were holding her and she told herself that there was no escape.
Dom kissed her again and then put his lips to her nipple. Ram did the same to her other breast.
Moments later, rocking and moaning, she came hard, feeding Aelfa's greedy cat mouth just as Ram had done earlier. The men looked on, quiet for once, but clearly enjoying the performance.
Salvador was eager for his "proof", however, and while the orgasm still quaked throughout Jeanne's body he commanded Aelfa to proceed with her investigation. He knelt behind the wife and began easing his newly erect cock into her vagina from behind, while she slipped a finger carefully inside Jeanne.
With Dom and Ram still suckling her breasts, she sat as still as she could as that prying finger moved inside her pussy. Salvador's thrusts into his wife's cunny kept pushing her forward, almost as if he meant to control the motion of her finger, as if he would direct it and force it deeper, as if he fucked Jeanne by proxy.
She feared then that her maidenhead would be breached, but Aelfa was careful and after a few breathless seconds announc
ed her findings to the gathered men.
"Yes, I feel the barrier. She is intact."
Ram lifted his mouth from her nipple. "I told you so," he said proudly.
"Go back to licking her then," snapped Salvador, fucking Aelfa with strong, hard strokes from behind. "Suck the sauce out of the proud wench, so I can watch the haughty brat come many times."
So Aelfa buried her face again while the eldest brother rutted her roughly from behind, pushing her up against Jeanne's pussy with every forward thrust. His eyes stared into Jeanne's, and her heart pounded. For now the other brothers were content taking turns with her breasts, but she knew then that this was her fate. One of these men would take her virginity and soon.
The best she could do for herself was choose the time and place.
It was then that she remembered Aelfa's tale of the Virginblood.
Chapter Six
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Lady Isobel asked.
Jeanne nodded, blushing. She wanted to know what the other women experienced. She had to know now. After so long being on the outside she was hurting.
"They will make her a wife," said Princesa, smiling happily. "Of course she wants to do it."
"She belongs with us," Aelfa added, running a comb through Jeanne's hair slowly from crown to curling tip.
They had all decided she would wear it loose tonight, and it fell like a dark, lush cloak over her shoulders. Jeanne had never worn it thus for she'd been raised to think that showing off one's hair was vanity and that, of course, was a sin. But these women insisted she keep it unbound tonight.
"Wild and free," as Aelfa called it.
Yes, it was an apt description and not just for her hair tonight.
Jeanne had nothing in which to see her reflection, but the heavy brown waves falling over her shoulders were visible in the corner of her vision. She knew the little sparks of dull gold, usually picked out by the sunlight, were not in evidence tonight. They hid among the dark locks, just as her last-minute doubts were hidden too.
It was Samhain and outside the narrow window a full, silvery moon shone down upon the yard, casting a different, sultry light on all it touched. There was something mysterious about the moon, thought Jeanne. The sun was all heat and glare—nothing could hide from it. But the moonlight created as many secrets as it uncovered. The moonlight made strange and wanton creatures come to life.
Standing naked with these three women tending to her bath, Jeanne felt special, pampered. Tonight she was the fine lady, clean from head to toe and rubbed with perfumed oils. Even her fingernails were scrubbed until they gleamed. Usually she was the one who did the tending, but not tonight. Everything was upside down and inside out. And like one of those naughty, impish creatures that came out in moonlight, Jeanne relished it.
In keeping with Aelfa's story of the Virginblood ceremony, she was to wear nothing. It symbolized her purity, she supposed. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden.
"I wonder who will catch you first," said Princesa, passing her a cup of spiced wine. "Who will claim Virginblood? I believe they are all determined to be your first, Jeanne. There will be a fight over it to be sure."
"Men never need much excuse to fight," Aelfa remarked, her tone pragmatic as she finished arranging Jeanne's hair. "Let them work out some of their excess energy tonight. I will certainly enjoy a break from it."
Lady Isobel stood at the window and looked out. "'Tis a full moon and that always does strange things to the tempers of man and beast. For pity's sake, Jeanne, once one of them has caught you don't try to keep running."
Jeanne began to get the impression she was about to be torn limb from limb.
Dear god, what had she agreed to?
She quickly swallowed her entire goblet of wine, grateful for the little kick it gave her nerves. No going back now.
Princesa gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "If Aelfa's tale is true, you will bring good fortune to the castellany tonight with the sacrifice of your maidenhead."
"Of course 'tis true," Aelfa protested. "Would I tell a lie?"
Isobel came over and embraced her maid, then whispered slyly in her ear. "Run by the threshing barn."
She did not know why her mistress had told her that, but she sensed all three women had something up their sleeves. They were looking at her with foolish smiles on their faces. Evidently they had conspired in some way to control what happened tonight, rather than let it become the free-for-all the men expected.
* * * *
He crouched in the dark by the barn wall, his pulse pounding. His brothers had all hidden in various places around the castle, waiting for sight of the naked prey, ready to give chase and hunt her down. For some reason, Princesa had come to Ram that day and advised him to wait by the barn. He trusted Princesa and so there he was, waiting, hoping.
Naturally his brothers were equally determined to capture the virgin. There had been great excitement that day when Jeanne announced she was willing to be their sacrifice, that she was ready to lose her maidenhead to the one who caught her. All seven brothers had immediately declared themselves the probable victor, and there had been a few good-natured skirmishes over it.
Humility and modesty were not often found in the blood of the d'Anzeray. They were a competitive bunch.
As he stared out at the moonlight yard, Ram thought he saw a sliver of movement. He held his breath, poised to run.
Yes, there it was. A flicker of white dashing between shadows. Coming nearer. Legs, arms, breasts.
He sprang, but as he did so there was other movement. At least four of his brothers had also seen the naked woman. The chase was on.
* * * *
She heard them coming for her in the moonlight. Their steps were heavy against the cobbled yard. Someone slipped and cursed.
Jeanne ran for the threshing barn, but when she saw a man's shape there she could not be sure which brother it was, so she did not slow down. Breath burning in her throat, her heart fit to burst, she sped on, the sound of her hunters gaining ground. Which of them was Ram? There were all of similar height and coloring. Only Sal and Dom were taller than the others. Dom was enormous, in fact. But Ram—he had something else in his eyes and in his smile. Something that had lured her into this wickedness, made her reckless and wanton.
Unfortunately she was still too ashamed of her needs to admit out loud that she wanted him. She could not bring herself to lay one hand upon his chest and say, "Yes, I want this man to make love to me."
So she took the coward’s way out. She submitted her body to this moonlit game of chance, and she'd told herself it did not matter which brother caught her first. A cock was a cock. They were all as terrible as each other. They would share her anyway, as was their tradition, and she would be wife to all seven men. By telling herself all this she could pretend none of the blame was her own. She was being hunted down and forced. It was not her fault, not her sin.
Was it?
Oh, she did not know which it would be, but she knew which of them she wanted to claim her virginity. Had the other women known it too?
Suddenly two arms came around her from behind and she was hoisted into the air, her long hair swinging around her naked body.
A shout of celebration echoed around the yard.
"I claim the virgin's blood!"
It was Ramon.
Thank....God?
* * * *
She was slippery with sweat and perfumed oil, but he clung on to his prize, laughing. "Now you are mine, Jeanne. Now I will have you at last."
Her arms went around his shoulders, her legs around his waist and she clung there, almost as if it was where she wanted to be. Ram was surprised by that, and very pleased. His heart was beating strong and proud. Seed was already surging in his loins at the thought of claiming his woman. Being her first.
He had never had a virgin before.
His brothers, panting, cursing and laughing, all gathered around with their wine, ready to toast the winner as he laid her on the flee
ces before the fire.
There was, naturally, some teasing. He would expect nothing less.
"Are you sure your cock can manage the job, young Ram? I've got something bigger if you need help."
"Do you know where to find it, Ram? Would you like me to show you?"
Jeanne lay back on the fleece, her face flushed, her eyes half hidden under dark, shy lashes. Her beauty made his heart ache, as it had done ever since he first saw her. Stark naked under him she was a treasure almost too fine to be plundered.
"Shall we hold her down for you, Ram? She might make a bolt for it if you don't make haste."
He cursed at his rowdy brothers and quickly began stripping off his chausses, but only got them as far as his knees. No time to remove his boots. Every inch of his body was afire with the need to ravish. His muscles were tight, his mind focused on the delight he was about to experience.
Jeanne blinked and raised her lashes a little higher. He watched her lower lip tuck under the upper as she anxiously surveyed his naked form and his rampant cock.
"Open wide, virgin," shouted Nino, "here comes your new master."
All around him his brothers laughed and then Salvador, as the eldest, called for a moment of solemnity as he gave a toast to the full moon.
In that quieter pause, Ram lowered his mouth to Jeanne's and kissed her, slowly, carefully. He let his tongue slide over hers, caressing and stroking. Her nipples brushed his chest and her legs moved against his, parting under him.
"Enough kissing," Sebastien exclaimed. "Rut the wench and let’s see the blood."
