Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) (10 page)

She caught Salvador's gaze, gleaming
hotly in the moonlight and then he looked down, watching his
brother at her breast. The other man was sucking hard a moment,
until he stopped and said, "Is she nursing? I'm not getting any
milk."

Sal laughed huskily. "I
said she's a milkmaid— that's her
post
, you fool. She milks cows and
goats. I don't milk
her
."

"Oh," his brother sounded
disappointed. He nodded toward her bare breasts. "They look nice
and full, so I thought—"

"No, she's not nursing,"
Salvador replied his tone turning thoughtful, one fingertip
circling the puckered nipple that was wet from his brother's greedy
suction. "Yet." He leaned close and, nudging her hood aside
slightly with his lips, he whispered in her ear, his breath warm on
her cheek. "Mayhap I'll get you with child and then these titties
will have milk, eh? A beverage I can enjoy to my heart's content
when I have thirst for it. For more of your
taste
."

She felt her face heat up.
"No."

"No? You dare say no to
me...
milkmaid
?"

Oh, so that was how he wanted to play
now, was it? He was getting vengeance for the slaps and insults
she'd given him, of course.

"Answer me, milkmaid," he whispered
silkily

"No,
Sire."
Helene snapped, knowing she
had to play along unless she wanted his brother to know who she
was. She couldn't risk it.

"Once Dom here has ensured you can
take every inch of me, don't you want me to give you a child?" he
demanded, his voice low, his eyes wickedly amused.

Meanwhile his brother had
resumed sucking her breast and now began to force his hand between
her thighs, clearly intent on seeing whether or not she
was
too small for
Salvador's cock. She tried hard to play the role of a servant,
keeping her voice soft and demure. "I cannot, sir. I'm unwed. I
cannot have a babe."

Salvador laughed again, carelessly.
"Oh, yes you can. If I decide I want an entire litter out of you,
I'll breed you to my heart's content. As our father did to our
mother." When their eyes met again, hers furious, he added, "You're
just my servant chattel, Milkmaid. Remember?"

While his brother was distracted, his
gaze fixed to what his hand did between her thighs, she glared
meaningfully at Salvador. "I do not want to bear a bastard." He had
better not even think of getting her pregnant.

"There's naught amiss with a bastard."
He grinned. "I am one, after all."

She pursed her lips, firing arrows
with her eyes, but a moment later she had to be demure and hide her
anger, because his brother was looking at her face again while he
played with her breasts and remarked upon how they would grow even
bigger when she was pregnant. "She's made for a babe," he said,
with a smile. "Lovely round hips and belly. Large nipples. Her body
is perfect for breeding. For bearing and suckling
babes."

Helene was outraged at being discussed
like prize farmyard stock about to be bred.

"And for conceiving them," Salvador
added, pinching her nipple gently, rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger. "But until I can get my cock in that tight silk purse
of hers, I can't spill my seed where it needs to go to breed her,
can I?"

The two men moved a few steps away
from her to confer in whispers. Helene would have run away, but
before the thought could be obeyed by her curiously lethargic
limbs, the brothers returned to her and both began to lift her
easily between them, each man hooking one of her legs over their
strong arms, leaving her pussy splayed and utterly devoid of
dignity. To keep from falling Helene had to slip her arms around
their necks, giving up on trying to cover any part of her body.
They held her to the wall and began to finger her sex, slowly
teasing and caressing her nether lips, rubbing her with their
knuckles, taking turns to penetrate, sometimes doing so together,
concentrating on the task of seeing how far they could stretch her
open.

"Make her come," said Salvador in his
low growl. "Watch how responsive she is. She almost exploded
earlier like a ripe pod of seeds when I tongued her
cunt."

Helene closed her eyes, trying to
steady her breathing. "Oh," she groaned as they worked her toward
another climax, circling and teasing her hooded pearl with light
strokes, running their fingertips up and down her wet labia,
exerting just enough pressure to keep her hovering at the lusty
brink while they studied her response and commented to one another
on the pretty pink flush that covered her face and her breasts. How
many times had they done this together, she wondered. They were
well practiced at it. And she, lifted off the ground, was
helpless.

They kept her open and at their mercy,
driving her up the peak, keeping her there, not letting her over
the other side.

"She's tight indeed," said the brother
he had called Dom. "Look at that cunny. It's brand new
surely."

"No, it is not. She's been had
before," came the reply, with more than a hint of bitterness.
"She's been fucked."

"Not with anything very big. She
struggles with just two fingers inside. You might kill her with
that beast of yours, Sal. Best go easy, eh?"

"Oh, I don't intend to go easy on her
at all," Sal replied. "Not at all. This....Hellion... deserves what
she's going to get." He grinned, clearly pleased with himself for
the play on her name.

Helene should have been horrified. But
she was not. Her belly ached with excitement, and her nipples were
so taut she thought they would explode with need. She couldn't
speak for another orgasm had seized her while both men had a finger
inside her pussy and Dom pressed his thumb gently to her sensitive
button. Both mouths now descended to her yearning nipples and
sucked steadily at the same time.

She worked her hips wildly as the
passion streaked through her body.

More bruises, she thought distantly,
this time from the wall behind her. So she tried to stay
still.

She realized that Sal was using his
other hand between her buttocks and had forced another finger into
her there. Oh, it burned, but the sensations caused by two other
fingers playing with her pussy, a thumb teasingly moving around her
clitoris, and two mouths sucking at her nipples completely swept
the pain away and drove her to yet another maddening, hissing,
spitting orgasm.

Chapter
Nine

The woman had almost blacked out. He
knew it for her fingers dug into his shoulder like cat's claws and
then suddenly lost their grip. She sagged against the wall with an
exhausted moan.

"I think that's enough for now," he
told Dom quietly. "Go back to supper and I'll join you in a minute
or two."

"What? You're not going to let me
spend after getting me all hot with this pretty quim?"

"Go home and spend with one of the
wives."

Dom looked at him oddly. "Just can't
have this milkmaid of yours, eh?"

"You said yourself she's too tight.
She's not ready yet. For either of us."

"Pity." Dom sighed. "I wager it feels
like heaven inside that sweet little cunny." He casually tapped her
on the wet pussy and Sal felt her fingers press into his shoulder
again, heard her groan. Hmmm, she liked that, did she? When she
came her entire body was wracked with spasms yet she never cried
out. She was probably afraid the soldiers might hear, so she bit
her tongue bloody rather than scream her pleasure.

He looked at his brother. "Do that
again. Spank her cunny. We'll see if we can't make her come
again."

"But she's exhausted."

"We're holding her up, aren't
we?"

So his brother did as he suggested.
After a few, smart taps, Sal joined in. They took turns, not too
hard, but quickening the pace until, sure enough, the pressure must
have built inside her and she began to boil over again. Fascinated
they watched as her ruffled folds blossomed and pouted rose red.
When he felt her muscles clench, Sal signaled at his brother to go
down on her. "Soothe that sore cunt for my little
Milkmaid."

So it was that this orgasm flooded
into Dom's mouth, while he licked and sucked her spanked labia.
That was the best treat he could allow his brother at that time. He
wasn't ready to share more. In fact he felt he was being generous
enough by offering up a taste of her fine twat.

"When I've broken her in properly, you
can take a turn inside her," he vowed to his brother. "We'll enjoy
her together then, eh?"

So they finally set her feet down. Her
legs were trembling and unsteady. Dom gave her a pat on the arse.
"Now I know why my brother spends so much time away from us. He's
found his own luscious, shy little piece and he doesn't want to
share."

The woman opened her eyes in alarm, so
Sal said, "She's just a milkmaid. An amusing pastime. That's
all."

"So I see," Dom replied, before
laughing and disappearing around the corner.

"Milkmaid?" she hissed at
him, eyes flaring. "
Break me in? So he can
have a turn?"

"Well, what did you want
me to tell him?" he whispered back, half laughing. "You wanted your
identity to remain a secret, did you not? You wanted no one to know
of this affair between us,
my lady.
What else could I tell him? If I said he couldn't
have you too, he'd be damn suspicious."

She was closing her cloak again and
tightly folding her arms. "Of course, you share all your hapless
women, don't you?"

"We do."

She shook her head. "Those poor
women."

"There's naught poor about them.
They're well content. If you met them, you'd know."

"Thank you, but I don't
care to meet any more of your family." After a short pause she
added, "And this is not an a
ffair
, as you just called
it."

Sal propped his shoulder against the
wall. "Then what would you call it, milkmaid?"

"It's just a...a game. A small
happening." Her embarrassment was almost charming— a change from
her usual brisk, no-nonsense manner.

"Small?" He arched an eyebrow in
amusement as he ran a hand up the tumescent length of his
prick.

She scowled. "You know exactly what I
mean, d'Anzeray."

Yes, he knew. She meant for him to be
nothing more than a quick diversion, something brief enough and
secret enough that she could deny it ever happened. Even to
herself.

"And you will not get me with child.
Do you understand? My sow might be in need of a large, healthy
litter, but I am not."

He said nothing to that, but as she
turned away he reached for her cloak and grabbed a handful, holding
her back. "Now you mean to leave me unsatisfied tonight? After I've
pleasured you so well?"

* * * *

Helene realized what he wanted from
her, she just was not sure if she knew how it should be done. She
had tried it once on Robert, but he thought it "unclean" and not
necessary.

Sal pressed on her shoulder with one
hand, holding his cock in the other. "Suck me, woman. You cannot
leave me like this. Your turn to taste."

So she knelt before him and carefully
took his crest in her mouth. It was warm, salty. Quite a
mouthful.

Helene had learned over the years that
the best way to succeed at something was often to feign great
knowledge of how it was done. Sooner or later, if she was
convincing enough, others began to believe in her ability. She
decided to use the same method in this instance.

He groaned deeply, pushed back her
hood, and twisted his fingers in her loose hair while he moved his
hips back and forth. Apparently she pleased him. Gaining
confidence, she sucked a little harder and let her tongue explore
the bold, pulsing veins of his shaft. Sensing his excitement, her
own returned to her. Thus she began to enjoy her task, sliding her
mouth up and down, swallowing as much of his great length as she
could manage. It seemed even more enormous from this angle and she
thought again of how that would feel if he ever got it fully inside
her. Surely he would possess her thoroughly as Robert never had. If
it ever got all the way in. If. She shuddered and then sucked
harder.

Suddenly he ceased moving, cupped the
back of her head with both hands, let out a deep, guttural roar and
then, a moment later, she felt his warm semen spurting into her
throat. She swallowed hastily, almost choking as his swollen member
emptied far more than she could have expected. After what he had
done for her, she felt obliged to drink it all down and then to
lick his knob clean.

He reached down to help her to her
feet again and then he pulled up her hood, making certain her hair
was tucked well out of sight. Something about the way he touched
her now felt odd. As his fingers slid under her hood, pushing her
hair behind her ears, she realized she'd never had any man make a
fuss of her like this before. He even tied the laces that closed
her cloak up to her throat. She was amused. After the things he'd
just done to her, now his touch was almost like that of a concerned
guardian. It was...gentle.