Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online

own prick. God’s truth, that was arousing. If his prick hadn’t stood up at the very thought of fucking her again, the feel of Lord Rhys’s prick against his would have been all it took to have his little soldier ready for battle.
    Lady Elinor wiggled between them, pushing them deeper into her, moving her hips this way and that, urging them on. Then he needed no urging, he was slamming into her, copying the fast pace set by his liege lord, both of them together this time, hard, fast, harder, faster, ramming into her in a race that quickly came to an end. Her cream poured over his prick, covering it with her heat and dampness, as her muscles grabbed him tight. His seed burst from his prick, and matching heat penetrated the wall between him and Lord Rhys. It was over so fast, yet his prick was fulfilled, sliding from her as his seed and her cream dripped onto her thighs.
    He rested his hands on her breast, but it wasn’t enough. He sucked first one nipple then the other into his mouth, moving back and forth, back and forth, gradually taking the whole areola as well as just the nipple.
    “Lie on her,” came a hoarse instruction from behind him. Willingly, he did so, pushing his limp sword into her, knowing it would rise again soon.
    Then rough fingers were in his ass, and he knew what his lord wanted. “Use the oil. It’s been a very long time,” he whispered.
    Men alone on the battlefield fucked this way, affirming their right to life and finding closeness with their fellow soldiers, but it was not much spoken of. He was quite sure the church didn’t approve but had no plans to confess to Father Augustus. Rather, he thought he’d enjoy a woman under him and a man over him.
    Instantly, his little soldier stood to attention. He widened his legs and enjoyed the remembered feeling of fingers in his ass. Lord Rhys was in a hurry as scarcely had the oil covered his entry than a prick was forcing its way in. Lord Rhys had oiled his cock, but it still burned on the way inside, pushing his flesh wide apart such as hadn’t happened in years.
    The pain was a pleasurable one, one that spoke of men in battle together, men caring for each other as best they could. Having Lady Elinor under him as well was amazing. His prick was full and ready to go into action again. As soon as Lord Rhys began plowing his ass, he copied the movements in Lady Elinor, balancing his weight on his forearms and knees so she wasn’t hurt by the heaviness of the two men piled on top of her.
    She made happy little noises, so he knew she wasn’t offended by her husband fucking his Captain of the Guard. Nevertheless, he did his very best to make it as good for her as he possibly could. But it was hard when he wanted to press back into Lord Rhys’s heavy pounding strokes instead of leading forward into Lady Elinor. After a little while, he got the rhythm coordinated, and events moved swiftly then, with Lord Rhys soon blasting his seed into Hammond’s ass and Hammond filling Lady Elinor with his own release.
    They untangled their bodies, tucking Lady Elinor between them, then slept.
     
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    The next few weeks were ferociously busy. Every man not needed in the fields was kept digging, extending the fishponds, and building an extra animal barn. Every day, women and older children went out with two guards and the wagon, collecting firewood and any edibles they could find in the forested land at the edge of the estate.
    When the women found a patch of berries, or mushrooms, or nuts, they all stopped to collect them in a bucket, before continuing on their search for firewood.
    In the evenings, Hammond and Lord Rhys planned their hunting expeditions. Hunting boar was dangerous, but a few large animals would be of great help to their meat supply. Such a large household needed meat and the fat with it to live through the winter months.
    The first day after the barn was finished, several guards went searching for tracks. On the second day, a group of men