Virginblood (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 4)

by Georgia Fox

  Ram rolled his eyes and whispered his apology in her ear. He thought he felt her chuckle softly, as her small hands touched his buttocks. Instantly his sac tightened and he felt the shiver of seed up his shaft. His groin ached with desire. He was torn between savoring his prize and needing to be balls deep in that tight pussy.

  Eventually need won out. He knelt, looking down at her, parting her nether lips with his fingers. How small she was. She lifted her hips slightly, urging him in. Gently he eased two fingers between her dewy folds, testing the opening, seeing how well she would stretch for him. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew he would. It was inevitable.

  But the quicker the pain was over the better. Then she could know sheer pleasure. He would take her to a heaven of the sort she'd never dreamed.

  He grabbed her hands and kissed them both. Then he stood, his leather chausses still around his knees, and beckoned for his brothers to lift her.

  Standing with his feet apart, he held his cock, his fingers wrapped around the thick root. It pulsed hard and fast, the crest swelling with the desire to do its job and mate.

  "Put her on me," he muttered, his voice low and thick. "Put her on my cock and I'll pierce her maidenhead the way it should be done. With one strike of my ram rod."

  Dom and Sal lifted her, spread her legs wide and carried her to where he stood. Her breasts jostled, the nipples dark and pointy, longing to be milked. But his cock would get milked first, he mused. His brothers were silent now, watching eagerly.

  "Give me that virgin cunny," he growled.

  * * * *

  She was trembling as his eldest brothers lowered her onto Ram's thick, tall cock. They gave her no time to adjust to the invasion. Ram held her waist and joined them in forcing her down in one brutal thrust.

  Jeanne felt the blinding pain of being ripped open and she screamed, went dizzy, her head falling back. Although she thought she would pass out, she did not. Heat pushed upward from her sex and into her belly. Her breasts seemed to swell against the hard planes of his bare chest.

  For a moment they held her there, his manhood filling her, claiming her. His brother's cheered in celebration. She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. Ram's eyes were closed, his cheeks sucked in, his lips held firm.

  Slowly his brothers lifted her a few inches up that shaft and then back down. She groaned. His eyelids flickered, but stayed shut. They moved her again, up and down. Now she felt the warm blood of her maidenhead trickling out and Ram must have felt it too, for his lashes lifted and his eyes met hers.

  He smiled slowly, showing her his fine white teeth.

  She flung her arms around his shoulders and buried her hot face in the side of his neck, inhaling his sweat.

  Distantly she was aware of Nino crouching down behind her and she knew someone had passed him a wine goblet, but she did not know what he did. Neither did she care. She was filled, possessed, claimed, by the man she loved.

  After a paused, Dom and Sal moved her again, lifting her up and down his shaft. Finally they laid her down on the fleece again and Ram finished his job, pounding into her with slow, deep thrusts. When he came it was with a wolfish howl and then Jeanne knew he was the one who made the same sound before in the yard when he spanked her. It had not been the spit boy at all. It had been this boy. This naughty, rude, delicious boy. Aelfa often said that all men were really just overgrown boys.

  Now Jeanne understood what she meant. Jeanne understood everything now.

  * * * *

  Celebrating the start of another new tradition, the brothers passed around the goblet of wine in which they had also collected the virgin's blood. Even Jeanne, when offered, took a shy taste of it.

  Ram, holding her in his lap, kissed her tenderly. "You are our bride now, Jeanne. You belong to all of us."

  She nodded, swallowing. "I...I know."

  But tonight she would be sore, so the group claiming would not occur yet. For tonight she was just his. His brothers could look on with envy and wait their turn.

  Chapter Seven

  The wedding took place three days after Virginblood.

  Jeanne had been shown the branding marks on each of the other wives, so she knew what was coming, but she had not been warned the entire castellany would attend to witness her branding.

  She did not know until she was taken out into the yard and laid on the raised podium. Angrily she thought of complaining later to her mistress. But then she remembered she was now her own mistress. She was no longer a servant, but a wife. This was her new place in life.

  Her legs were spread, her ankles tied and pudenda shaved. The crowd was quieter today, watching in awe. It was a very different occasion to the rowdy spanking she'd once been given in that same spot.

  Ram stood over her and promised it would be over quickly, no more than a bee sting. She'd been given some wine and herbs to drink first, so she was, in fact, rather drowsy. Still a ripple of fear swept through her as she heard the clang of the branding iron and smelled the hot coals.

  She turned her gaze up to the dull November sky and watched geese fly overhead. For a moment she felt as if she was with them, soaring on the wind. How nice it was to be free just like them, to spread one’s wings and take off. How strange it must be to look down on the scene so far below and see—

  Ouch! That. Hurt.

  "You bastard," she yelled, tears springing over her lashes.

  But then she felt a cooling compress placed to her sex and knew it was done. Over. She was a d'Anzeray. They had branded her as their property. The bastards!

  * * * *

  Dominigo's huge prick would take some getting used to, she mused as he began prying her body open with it. He had already apologized to her several times for his size, poor man. Behind her, Ram was fingering her anus, preparing her with some sort of salve, readying her to take a cock there.

  She thought of all the other times she'd spied upon these men and their wives, never suspecting she would one day join in. And happily. How innocent she had once been. Not now.

  They were laid on fleeces and skins by the warm fire. Aelfa currently rode Sebastien as if he were a warhorse, bouncing on his groin, taking him over a few fences. Nino, meanwhile, was trying to get her to stay still long enough to take his cock up her bottom. Salvador, Raul and Alonso knelt with their pricks in hand, awaiting a turn wherever they might push in.

  Jeanne yelped when she felt Ram pushing into her backside. Crushed between the two brothers she could do nothing but lay still and serve as their plaything. Dom kissed her brow and worked his incredible cock steadily in and out of her pussy, whispering that she felt so good, like fine silk dipped in rich cream. Every prominent ridge and vein of his manhood stroked the walls of her pussy, his rhythm quickening as he drove her to climax. Behind her Ram panted against her nape and then nibbled her shoulder as he plunged deeper into her arse, his hands gripping her hips.

  She caught her breath, afraid she would be killed. Was it possible they would break her small body in two? Looking for air, she turned her face upward and found Salvador on his knees, his cock ready and waiting for her, his eyes dark and fierce. His broad, hairy thighs were chorded with muscle, and she could smell leather mingling with his sexual musk.

  Jeanne briefly considered biting his shaft and teaching him a lesson. He needn't think his rough spanking had tamed her tongue. She may no longer be a maiden, but she would always speak her mind.

  But instead of biting in protest, she opened her mouth wide and took him down into her throat. After all, she was his wife too now, even if he was a mean-tempered bastard. His eyes finally lightened slightly, and then he stroked his thumb along her cheek.

  She sucked harder and flicked her emboldened tongue across his salty crest.

  Glancing upward, she saw his lips part as he drew a startled breath. His knees shifted closer and if she was not mistaken he just gave her a low growl of approval. He seemed surprised, pleased and yet unwilling to show his pleasure.

  So then J
eanne, once a naive maid, massaged his shaft with her mouth and her throat, the way Princesa had taught her. She tickled his tiny opening with the tip of her tongue until he began to spurt his cream, unable to hold back. At that same moment she felt Ram shooting his own load inside her, and Dom with a gleeful roar spent a hot wet sack-full of seed likewise deep into her cunny.

  She forgot the world around her and all her doubts and fears.

  Even if she never made it past St. Peter, she no longer cared. She would have her heaven here, with these men. She would live for the now, not for what might be. Neither would she dwell on past sins.

  In the arms of the d'Anzeray—men who had once appalled and disgusted her—Jeanne felt cleansed, reborn.

  Soon, under the protection of her seven husbands, she would flourish and blossom. She might even grow bolder, she mused wickedly.

  Sal would not much like that, she suspected.

  Oh well, could not please everyone all at once. Although she could try. And so far they seemed very well content with their new bride.

  Aelfa's tale of the Virginblood did prove to be true in that it brought fortune to the Castle d'Anzeray.

  And it was big, clumsy, soft-hearted Dominigo who would bring it. About to go to war, he had no idea yet that the prize he brought home to his family would be far more than the usual reward purse.

  But that is another story entirely.

  The End

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Georgia Fox has lived in many different places, including a canal boat, but sadly never in a windmill or a lighthouse. Maybe that's next! She loves good company, spicy food, thought-provoking erotica and excellent brandy. She also enjoys pushing the boundaries.

  In her life she’s done a little bit of everything and somehow lived to tell the tales. Except those she's legally bound not to spill - for now.

  She doesn’t believe in fairies, ghosts, flying saucers or conspiracy theories.

  But she still believes in love.

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