Chapter 7
He was scaring her. He had to be scaring her. Ann was quaking in his hold, though he realized some of that had to be from the force of her orgasm.
He’d pushed her. Edmund didn’t know where that talk of being her husband came from, but it had dripped off his tongue at the moment and she seemed to have enjoyed it at the time…
though he couldn’t help but imagine that it would open up some doors impossible to get closed again.
Their marriage had been so neat. And every second they spent in this chair, their relationship got messier.
Messy as that cunt that was dripping honey now, to his great satisfaction. He hoped she couldn’t feel how hard she’d gotten his cock. He’d declared himself impotent too early. Still, he wouldn’t deny his Annie anything now, not when she was so close to getting what she wanted, needed, and deserved.
Edmund placed his hand over his wife’s whole pussy, feeling suddenly possessive. “Are you ready to take those cocks?” he asked, gesturing with his mask’s snout to the three Bucks waiting to stretch and fill her.
“Yes, Edmund,” she said, her voice trembling.
Oh, that touched something in him. His sack felt uncomfortably full at that little voice saying his name. Fuck, he needed to get his wife filled so they could go home and he could put her to bed. In the room next to his, where he could watch over her as she grew a baby. His heir.
“Who is up first?” asked Edmund, fondling Ann’s nub to warm her up, though she’d barely come down from gushing.
The thought of her pussy spasming and squirting forth liquid because of deep pleasure made him want to adjust his cock, but Annie was in his lap and he didn’t want to interrupt their game.
“I’ll take her first,” said the High Buckthorn, stepping forward with his cock in hand.
Edmund felt Ann jolt as she saw the size of him. Ha, it was a good thing she would not take Edmund if his brother Buck was a concern.
“I’ll help you fit him in,” said Edmund soothingly.
He trailed his fingers down to those swollen lips and spread them apart to show the Buckthorn his wife’s open, wet hole.
“You did a good job stretching her for us,” said the Buckthorn, fitting his cockhead at her entrance.
“He’s going to push into you now. Is that alright?” asked Edmund, still keeping Ann spread and fondling her nipple with his other hand.
“Yes,” said Ann, her breath expelled in one gasp when the Buckthorn pushed himself inside, smoothly, in one go.
“How does my wife feel?” asked Edward.
“Tight,” bit out the Buckthorn. “But you know that.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“Then you should take a turn on your wife,” he said slyly, drawing himself out and sliding back in. “Seed her cunt with us.”
Ann trembled in his hold. Initially, Edmund thought it was a sign she was terrified of the idea that he might fuck her, but then the Buckthorn said, “She fluttered around me. Maybe your wife wants you to claim her pussy.”
Edmund let his fingers roam to her nub and traced it gently while considering his options. Ann was getting what she needed. What they both needed. That was enough — wasn’t it?
“Get in here, Stagshade,” said the High Buckthorn, withdrawing from Ann’s clasp before he spent. While the Bucks wore false antlers, they were a very collegial lot and typically passed the evening’s woman around with no greed or acrimony.
Stagshade dropped his cock at Ann’s entrance and pressed in with no hesitation. Edmund felt Ann brace initially, then relax again in his hold.
“That’s it. Let my brother Buck give you a baby,” he said, placing his hand possessively on Ann’s lower belly. He imagined her body swelling there and carrying a child. Would that it was…
Then Ann did something unexpected. She slid her smaller hand over his, so they both rested against where she would carry the Wake heir.
The Wake heir, Edmund thought, holding Ann, who whimpered as Stagshade used her pussy and prepared to seed her.
“You still want that baby?” he asked Ann in a low voice. Edmund wasn’t sure where the question came from, but he needed to know she still fared well despite her hard use.
“Yes, I still want our baby,” she said, bringing her free hand up and back to stroke Edmund’s neck.
How had she learned such a trick? The most worldly courtesan could not show her body to such advantage nor elicit such tremors of desire within a career rake like Edmund.
Her breasts were on the small side, but high and firm. Edmund wanted nothing more than to see them heavy with their child’s milk. His hard shaft ached, but he couldn’t touch it without sending Ann sprawling. Blast.
“Your wife has a real wet trap, brother,” said Stagshade, grinding deep.
Having never been in the position of having his wife’s pussy complimented, Edmund was initially unsure how to respond but ultimately offered, “Quite right.”
Thorncock advanced on them, his piece in hand. He nodded, and Stagshade withdrew to give him a turn on Ann. “But you wouldn’t know, would you?” he asked Edmund. “Having never fucked your wife.”
“Now, see here,” said Edmund, wishing he could stand and give his fellow Buck a good talking to.
“See here,” said Thorncock, in a taunting voice. “I’m spearing your wife’s cunt, about to get an heir on her. It’s too bad she won’t let you fuck her. But I suppose she has good taste and only wants the finest.”
That bastard must be smirking behind his stag mask, but what was he playing at? Edmund was about to request a private audience with the other Bucks when Ann spoke up.
“I’ll have you know,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ll have you know I want my husband very much indeed.”
Edmund stifled a groan, more blood rushing to his cock.
She was going to unman him without so much as a stroke if she said things like that.
The feel of her cunny under his fingers was nothing compared to the shocking news that she wanted him.
But did she say these things out of some misguided loyalty, so he could save face before the other Bucks?
“There was a time when he was too much man for me to handle, yes. I was but a girl when we married.”
Edmund’s fingers plucked at the skin on Ann’s belly, silently begging her to stop. He couldn’t hear this confession now, not in this place, while another man was inside of her.
And of course she continued. “But as I sat in that Shropshire estate and waited for my husband to return, I found books.”
Edmund stilled. She couldn’t mean…
“His brother’s books. Works of pornography and eroticism that filled my dreams. And when I slept, there was no man covering me but my husband.”
He jolted, the revelation hitting like a bullet. Ann desired him? Didn’t fear him, but actually wanted him?
“I want him to be the one between my legs, giving me a baby,” she said, her voice wavering. “But since he can’t, you’ll do.”
Edmund stood from his chair, not thinking that he had Ann in his arms, and Thorncock within her. His brother Buck’s cock had slipped out as Edmund lifted Ann with him from the chair. He felt awkward as they stood back to front before his three assembled brothers.
“Is it true?” asked Edmund, lowly, for Ann’s ears alone. It was possible that she said these things to defend him but didn’t actually want her big, old husband to take her.
And take her he would, he thought, his cock erect and pinned against his wife’s body. He needed to get her home and fill her. But only if she truly wanted him.
“I want my arms full, Edmund,” she said just as softly in response. “With our baby. And with you.”
Edmund walked to the place where a tapestry hung to guard against the musicians seeing the Bucks’ activities. With silent apologies to the sensibilities of the artists, his brother Bucks, and the Forest staff, he yanked it down, wrapped Ann in it, and carried her off.
***
Across the room, Stagshade threw his arm about Thorncock’s shoulders as they made their way back to the lounge.
“It seems we’re not needed,” Stagshade said, chuckling at the memory of how the stoic Rutlord had utterly lost his head for his wife. They’d seen it happen before, but witnessing an experienced man — one of their own — fall so publicly was unexpected.
“Shall we pay a call to Amanda’s nunnery?” Thorncock asked.
None of them had unloaded tonight, and seed going unexpressed might cause an imbalance in their humors. For the sake of their health, they should probably see to the needs of their cocks as soon as possible. Or so the founders of the Grand Bucks order believed over a century ago.
“I should depart for the coast immediately,” said Thorncock, genuine regret in his voice. “My old tutor’s daughter is coming to Town, and I gave him my undying promise to help see her happily settled.”
“I hope he didn't mean for you to marry her!” exclaimed Stagshade with a hoot; he struggled to imagine his lusty friend settled. “What was this man thinking, entrusting his daughter to you, of all people?”
“I can only imagine that he believed my title would aid her entry to society. She’s been living these years in the Colonies, you see,” said Thorncock.
“A Yank. A tutor’s daughter. Moving among the ton?”
“Ahh, but there’s a twist. She was born here. And she’s an heiress, something on her mother’s side.”
Both men grunted, seeing her path in society cleared neatly thanks to that detail. Plenty of aristocrats needed rich, otherwise unsuitable brides to keep their estates solvent.
“So, you see, she’ll have far better prospects than me. Her presence in London need not trouble me at all.”
***
With his cock in hand, Frederick Clare, Duke of FitzOsbern — known in the Forest as the High Buckthorn — stared at the shocked faces of the musicians once hidden behind the tapestry.
The violinist was tripping over himself to depart, but Frederick was arrested at the sight of the person seated before a great harp.
The person who had been playing the notes that had so haunted him these few months.
He only saw a lovely face with intelligent eyes; her hair was pinned back, and her gown was simple. Eyes that widened at the sight of his naked form and frankly terrifying stag mask.
“Don’t fear,” he said, dropping his cock so he could hold out his hands to show he wasn’t a danger to her. Her expression when his heavy dick bounced against his thigh showed his attempt amounted to naught.
When she moved sedately to depart the Forest, Frederick wished to chase after her, but he knew some stories were a long time coming. He would be patient. For now.