Whorespawn (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards #2 )
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For the next hour or so the six brothers rotated around her, each taking a suck and a lick wherever they could fit in. There was only an occasional bout of squabbling, if two or three wanted the same hole at once, and then Aelfa hitched up on her elbows, calmly promising them all that there was plenty to go around. This made them laugh and applaud again.
She knew she would be sore come the morning, but the bliss they continually gave her with cocks, fingers and tongues was well worth every ache and twinge to come.
Eventually they lifted her down from the table and had her on a fleece blanket by the fire. They surrounded her with their bodies, a mass of slick, hot, hard skin, until she no longer knew where she ended and they began. She had no idea which brother was where or who did what. Wild, primal pleasure had left her drunk, dizzy and deliriously happy.
Most of all, Aelfa felt yet another new sensation. She felt safe.
* * * *
The residents of the castellany were called to the bailey the following morning for the ceremony of branding.
Princesa was given the task of bathing Aelfa and providing her with a large goblet of wine in which several herbs had been steeped and then some powdered roots added.
"Will it hurt?" she asked, as Princesa rinsed soap from her hair with warm water.
"Only but briefly. The wine helps and when it is done you will feel...different. As if you have been born again."
Aelfa already felt that way. The kindness of these people was something she'd never known, the way they accepted her among them, treated her as a person of value and let her share the best food, instead of scraps thrown at her feet. Even now, in the way her sister-in-law tended to her with the soap and then dried her gently with fleeces, was compassion she'd never experienced.
As she stepped out of the wooden tub, Aelfa decided it was only fair to tell Princesa about her humble beginnings. She sensed they would become good friends and she wanted always to have honesty between them. So she said timidly, "Did you know I am only the daughter of a whore? I have nothing to my name. I should have been hanged as a thief, but a potter took to me to wife instead, to beat the sin out of me. I have spent the last five years with him, but he is dead now."
Princesa nodded solemnly. "I was only a bondslave when Raul d'Anzeray found me and brought me here. It seems we both have much to be thankful for."
"A bondslave? But I thought you were a noble lady!"
The other woman smiled and kissed her warmly on the cheek. "Bless you for thinking it, my dear Aelfa, but I was no lady. Until I came here." She laid Aelfa's hand on her belly. "Now I shall be a mother too. I am so glad you have come. I feel close to you already. Our pasts have been much the same and now we will share a future. One much happier than that past."
Aelfa agreed. She had never had a friend. Man or woman. Now she had many.
* * * *
The crowd was hushed as his beautiful auburn-haired bride was brought out in a fine linen robe and led to the small wooden podium in the sunlight. Sebastien could tell from the misty quality of her gaze that the herbs were taking effect and she would soon be feeling no pain. He gave her a deep, lingering kiss and helped arrange her on a slender bench, her robe allowed to fall open, her legs placed wide apart.
He held her hand while Salvador shaved her pudenda quickly and skillfully with soap and his sharp razor. Sebastien mourned the loss of those pretty red curls, but knew they would soon grow back again. For the branding she must be smooth.
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips, one by one, thinking how much he adored her, how fate had worked to bring them together on that hot day just two weeks ago, when he came upon a lake in a quiet forest.
A man's life it seemed could change that suddenly.
In that moment he didn't know if he could go through with the branding, although she smiled and there was no fear on her face.
The small branding iron was ready, glowing hot in the brazier. Salvador nodded to him and moved aside with the shaving tools. The crowd moved around, restless for a good view. Sebastien took the handle of the iron and raised it for a few seconds before he lowered the sculpted end to a few inches above her shaved pussy.
She gasped and her eyes flickered shut. There was no scream, not even a sharp cry. Sebastien raised the brand hastily, dropped it back to the brazier and covered her sex with a cool, damp cloth.
A slow tear rolled out from under her lashes and down her pink cheek
"I am yours now," she whispered. And when she opened her eyes again, he sank into them just as gratefully as he once sank into the cooling waters of a peaceful lake after a hard ride on a hot, late summer afternoon.
Thus it came to pass that the second brother was felled by love.
As for Alonso, you ask. What became of him? Well, soon you shall see.
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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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