“I have none,” my father said and sank to his knees with his hands clasped together in begging. “She’s a hard worker, true and honest. Allow her to serve you and your court. She can wash and clean and cook. Please!”
Again Fendrel’s eyes swept my body twice then thrice. Behind his shimmering pools of jade, I could see a spark of mischief. He took me by the hand and turned my back to him. Then I felt his hand cup my ass gently, giving my round, soft cheek a tender squeeze as if he were testing the ripeness of melons at the marketplace.
I struggled not to slap him and forced myself not to give into his touch. I was still a virgin in every sense of the word. I hadn’t even kissed a man, whether old or young, so the touch of his hand upon me filled me with a new, warm sensation that permeated every nerve in my body. Is that what he wanted me for? To warm his bed for hours at a time then retire to my servant’s quarters? Time would tell.
“She is a fine young woman,” he said, turning me around to face him again. “I shall take Arabella as my maid-servant in lieu of your taxes owed. In fact, I shall take her in lieu of your taxes for the next two months.”
My mother burst into tears and disappeared. I made myself believe she was overwhelmed with happiness though I’m sure it was just the opposite. I gave my father a hug and kiss and whispered that I loved him and mother very much. Fendrel and my father shook hands to seal the deal and I followed my Lord to his castle, my new home.
The first few weeks were hard. I hadn’t been away from either of my parents in nineteen years. Whether we hauled our lot to the market three days away or were gone for weeks, bartering for new sheep, I was always with one of them. The work wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t anything I wasn’t used to doing at home; I just did a lot more of it here.
One night I was sitting in my chambers when someone knocked on the door. I timidly opened the thin wooden door and was surprised to see one of the other maids, Elna, standing there. She was older than me but not by much. She looked side to side and then came into my room.
“What is it?” I said. She looked a little nervous.
“Lord Forthwind requires your presence,” she answered.
Why now? It had to be near midnight, if not past. I looked at her dubiously then she held up an ornate, gown with corset. I felt the blood rush from my cheeks and my legs felt wobbly. She took me by the arm and helped me to my bed to sit.
We sat there in silence for a while as I thought about the motives for such a visit and gown. I closed my eyes and remembered the tenderness of his touch the day my parents gave me to Fendrel as his servant. My lord was a manly sight to behold. His ruggedness held stories of battle and valor and together with his suit of armor, created an image so justly powerful that his mere presence could end a war.
My reservation wasn’t whether or not I was attracted to him. Most women in his lordship were. It wasn’t even as if he were attracted to me since most lords had sexual relations with their women of servitude. No, it was me and my inexperience in the ways of pleasure that was bothering me.
“It’ll be okay,” Elna reassured me after sensing my reluctance.
I nodded and pursed my lips before rising from my bed. She rose with me and untied my gown. Elna slid of my gown, leaving me standing nude in the warm light of the candles that lit my room. Her large, brown eyes looked at me for a long moment and she smiled.
"You're very beautiful," she said before taking the fine gown she brought and lowered it to the floor.
I delicately stepped into it and she slid it up my supple body. The smoothness of the fabric made my skin shiver and come alive with goose bumps. I didn't know what it was made of, but imagined it was fine and expensive. It soothed my nerves and I felt a new, pleasurable sensation pierce my virgin flesh.
Elna began to lace up the silky gown. She reached over my shoulder and slid her hand into the corset and over my bare, tender breast. Her touch was even softer than the gown's and my sensitive nipples stiffened at the sensation. She cupped my breast and lifted gently, setting it into place in the corset.
All of these new sexual energies crashed down upon my helpless body. I didn't know what to do about them so I simply closed my eyes and endured through the sudden desire that began boiling in my core. I felt her hand slide over my other breast to adjust it just right. When her palm pressed innocently against my tight bud, I inhaled sharply in surprise.
My breaths deepened a touch while she seemed to let her hand linger a little longer than necessary. I could have turned around and kissed her deeply and passionately. I began to wonder what her body would feel like against mine. My sexual energies were pulling me in every direction imaginable. But I stayed myself, told myself that I shouldn't feel that way about another woman and that I would soon find out what it would be like with a man.
When she was finished, Elna turned me around to face her. She smiled sweetly and plucked a few pretty flowers from the vase sitting on the tiny table next to my bed. I could feel their stems sliding delicately through my hair, adorning me with nature's beauty to make me even more desirable than the gown already had.
"Go to him," she said quietly, almost shyly, then placed a feather-light kiss on my cheek.
I nodded and left her alone in my chambers. The moment I turned down the short corridor, I lovingly brushed my cheek where she had kissed me then took a deep breath to squeeze her out of my mind. I shuffled my feet quickly as not to keep Fendrel waiting long. I fidgeted my hands while I thought of what my duties would be. I hoped I would satisfy him.
“Good evening m’lord,” I said as I entered his chambers.
Fendrel was standing next to his bed in all of his breath-taking beauty. He wore a simple breeches and a jerkin with no sleeves. His flowing, golden hair cascaded down to his powerful shoulders. His thick, muscled arms seemed caught in a constant state of flex. The only light in the room glowed gently from the fireplace. No candles, no torches. If ever I could love a man, Lord Forthwind would be him.
“Good evening ‘Bella,” he whispered as he extended his hand in invitation.
As I stepped toward him, gliding like a glorious apparition, his eyes swept my body several time. I could feel the heat between us fill the room like a fog that rolled in from the coast every morning. Though I never considered myself easy to look at, when I caught a glimpse of myself in one of his mirrors, I had to admit that I was a stunning sight.
The flowers Elna put in my hair circled my brow like a delicate crown of vibrant colors. The corset honed my curvaceous body into that of a goddess. My soft, large breasts were pressed tightly together, forming a deep, distinct cleavage that even made me swoon at the thought of touching. I was beautiful.
Lord Forthwind took my hand and held me at a distance, beholding my glory for a moment longer as if I were a dream. His grip was strong but surprisingly soft and gentle. I would have never imagined a man so powerful and rugged to hold my flesh as if it were made of the most delicate crystal.
I gave into him willingly and let him draw me closer. Our faces were merely inches apart and his bright, green eyes seemed to lose themselves in mine. His perfume was sweet and light but spicy and manly, enhancing the growing desire that I felt glowing in my core.
“I’ve never been with a man,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said.
The tone of his voice dripped of sincerity and told me that I wasn’t some virginal trophy he would heft high for the world to see then retire to his mantle. I knew it in my heart that he would be gentle and cater to my pureness, even if it were just for this night. I wasn’t afraid.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the passion of his kiss. Our lips met with a thunder of want and desire. There was no feverish hunger as I had expected. It was like we had been lovers for decades. I slid my hands up his back and held him. His powerful hands explored my back and hips and brushed gently over my large, firm cheeks through my gown.
Our lips parted slowly and I felt the soft, wetness of a man’s tongue slide into my mouth for the fi
rst time. I moaned softly into his mouth and kissed him harder. Our tongues swirled gently, mixing our saliva with the want and desire that was starting to bloom between us.
We kissed for what seemed like hours and it could have been. I wouldn’t have complained. My entire body was craving for him through the gentle veil of fear of my first time. I wanted him to take me now, to pull up my gown and penetrate me deeply. I needed to feel the warmth of his flesh inside of me.
On cue, Fendrel broke our kiss reluctantly then eased me into his bed. I watched him in utter lust as he removed his jerkin. His muscled torso was even more magnificent than I could have imagined. The muscles on his broad chest were deeply defined, with an errant scar he wore as a badge of honor from past battles.
I could see the bulge from his crotch growing as he untied the laces that held up his breeches. He dropped them from the floor and I stifled a gasp. Shadowed gently between his massive, powerful thighs, was the largest testament to manhood I had ever seen.
I’ve seen men nude before, swimming, bathing, whatnot. Just because I had never been with a man didn’t mean I hadn’t seen their glorious flesh that made then men or that I hadn’t an idea of how to make love to them. Though staring at the size of Fendrel’s enormous length brought back my insecurities about being a virgin.
He crawled onto the bed, not like a beast stalking his prey, but as a man intent to love me, to caress me and make me his. I had no delusions of grandeur. I was his servant, his property, and knew that one night with me would not change that. I wouldn’t wake up next to him as his wife and Lady of the manor. During my walk to his chambers I had made peace with that little fact.
Fendrel lowered himself to me, propping himself rightfully so with his arms so his massive frame wouldn’t crush the air from my lungs. I closed my eyes and readied myself as his large hand traveled down my leg then inched up my bare, creamy thigh, lifting my gown enough to give him purchase to the silky folds hidden beneath.
Moments later I felt the thick, spongy head of his throbbing meat touch me. I moaned and furrowed my brows. I knew I was already wet. I had felt the warmth and moisture kiss the supple flesh of my inner thighs as we stood with our lips pressed together but now I was sure I was simply dripping.
He gently ran his glans up and down through my silky, womanly folds. He brushed it over my swollen nub, sending shocks of pleasure and want bursting through my hot body. I clenched my lower lip between my teeth to steady myself against the intensity of his delicate touch. I knew, that very moment, that Fendrel would do nothing to hurt me.
I spread me legs further and felt the tip of his flesh press against my burning, hot entrance. I needed him badly and ran my hands down his muscular back, feeling ever millimeter of his bare body beneath my touch. And then I arched my back and wailed in lust as I felt a man penetrate me for the first time. The room spun and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure and emotion that raged through my soul.
It was tender and gentle. He made several attempts to enter me, pressing slightly deeper with each try, slowly opening my flaring flower to receive him. Then he was in. There was no pain, only the most glorious pleasure I had ever felt. Fendrel stayed still, allowing just the tip of his manhood to harbor inside of my gripping hole.
Then slowly, inch by inch, breath by breath, and moan by moan, he sank his shaft into me. My toes curled and my nails dug into his solid back. I thought I was going to burst into flames. I wanted more. I wanted him to love me more. I wanted him to fuck me more.
I moved my hips gently to his, as he slowly slid his magnificent cock in and out of my lusting pussy. Fendrel moved a little faster, a little deeper, but the entire time his tenderness stayed. I wasn’t some harlot that came calling to his castle. I was his, his property, and he treating me with every care that he knew.
My hands ran up the back of his head. I slid my fingers through his silky locks and pulled him to me. Our lips met with a spark of desire, heightened by the euphoria of our writhing sex. I sucked on his tongue gently, undulating my hips faster to meet his pace. I still don’t know how I didn’t pass out from the sheer magnitude of pleasure that rocked my slender frame.
Fendrel groaned into my mouth and his thrusts quickened markedly. I knew that he was already close to the apex of his enjoyment. I could feel my own orgasm rushing toward me. The pressure and sensual desire was increasing tenfold with every thrust of his beautiful meat. His pace quickened even further and I pulled him to me and held onto him tightly.
I pressed my teeth against his massive shoulder, trying to endure the lust that was consuming me. His skin tasted salty from the sweat and glowed from the sheen of his relentless lovemaking. It was beautiful and sinful at the same time. I felt the innocence of my body slowly churning to blind lust and I wanted more.
“Yes m’lord!” I moaned finally, not holding my fervor back any longer. “Don’t stop!”
Our bodies writhed together as his hips pounded into me with earnest lust. His cock drove into my dripping pussy. I dug my nails into his back and wailed like a banshee. I was cumming and it felt so fucking wonderful. My juicy cunt gushed with my hot juices. I convulsed from the magnitude of my very first orgasm.
The room spun and I became extremely lightheaded from the euphoria that gripped my body. While I was in the throes of sweet bliss, Fendrel kept pumping his raging cock into me, fast and steady, hard enough to drive my orgasm higher and higher, but tender enough not to cross the threshold of pain and take away from the satisfaction of my first time.
My moans thundered off the stone walls of Fendrel’s chambers. I felt his body tense and this thrusts slowed then suddenly I felt the heat of his thick cum burn through my body as he unleashed his seed deep inside of quivering cunt. Streams of his searing juice pumped into me as he climaxed, elevating us both beyond the bliss and pleasure that our session shoved through our bodies.
Finally when it was over, and my senses returned from the clouds, he rolled off of me. My breasts strained against the corset with each breath I gasped. The afterglow consumed me and I drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t wait for the next time Lord Forthwind called me to his chambers.
Performance Review (Part I)
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: erotic romance
She wasn't entirely sure how she'd gotten herself into this position. Palms flat against the top of his desk, the only sound in the office that of their breathing – his even and controlled, hers shallow and quick. The anticipation curled in her belly, heat spreading through her cells as she waited for what he'd do next. When her day began, she'd never imagined that she'd end it like this...
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Twenty-seven year-old Courtney Bell hated her job. She'd started at the Asgard Corporation shortly after she graduated from college, full of ideas about how she was going to change the world. Sure, she'd started in a low-paying entry level position, something more suited to someone with a basic accounting degree rather than someone with an MBA from Stanford – a summa cum laude graduate, no less. But she'd assumed she'd move up quickly, get into positions that would allow her more control over what projects the company invested in. She'd dreamed of some big project – just what she never entirely envisioned – that would lead to her meeting the man of her dreams. After a whirlwind romance, during which he'd shower her with lavish gifts and drive other women mad with jealousy, they'd have a huge wedding and then move into the perfect house – white picket fence optional. Instead, she found herself worn down by the nattering of interoffice politics, the currying for favor and basic ass-kissing. Now it was just a paycheck. She did what she needed to do to get by and that was it. After all, what was the point of trying when it was more about tits and cock – if you had one or were willing to suck one – than about actual qualifications?
Speaking of which, Courtney thought as she scowled at her reflection in the shiny metal of the elevator doors. She hated these annual reviews. They were always the same. Some big-wig, usually a man, sat acros
s some obscenely expensive desk and judged everything she'd done in the past year. Or, at least that's what they said they were doing. The lecherous eyes that ran from her sensible pumps to her tastefully modest business suit conveyed a different story. It wasn't that she was ugly, she knew, just average looking. If she'd tried a little harder, maybe wore her ash blond waves down around her shoulders rather than back in a clip, used more makeup to accentuate her dark gray eyes and full lips, maybe she'd have more luck. Maybe if she wore a shorter skirt or a tighter, lower-cut shirt to show off her curves, maybe that would get some attention. Instead, she wanted her work to speak for itself and, unfortunately, it didn't shout louder than the buxom brunette with her tits hanging out. So Krissy and Shannon and Cindy and dozens like them got the promotions that didn't go to men.
When the elevator dinged, she took a sip of her coffee and stepped through the doors before they finished opening. She didn't see him until they collided and hot liquid was spilling over her hand.
“Shit,” Courtney jumped back enough to avoid getting coffee on her blouse, but one look at the man she'd run into revealed that he hadn't been quite so lucky. “I am so sorry,” she stammered, completely mortified by the brown stain marring the most-likely expensive dress shirt. Then her eyes flicked up to his face and her heart nearly stopped.
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