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Lady Lynesse “Lyn” Vallon pulled her fur cloak tightly around herself as the carriage brought her closer to their destination. Looking out the window, she saw a gray stone castle perched at the top of a snow-capped peak, a flurry drifting in all around the road as they made their way up the hill and past the humble village houses toward it. Lyn sighed with resignation, her head slumping back against the seat behind her as she beheld from a distance the rather bleak place she’d be living for likely the rest of her life.
Truth be told, this was Lyn’s first time to the foreign Kingdom of Norsland, having only heard about the place from conversations with her father and overhearing diplomatic meetings with dignitaries. She knew about the long winters, the cold climate, the hardy and humble folk who lived there, and the martial prowess. Right about now, she could at least confirm the first two.
And she hated it. No amount of preparation from her father and his advisors could’ve prepared her for how chillingly cold this land was. This was made worse by the stark contrast to her homeland of Sarosa from far across the sea - a homeland with an arid climate where the sun was out more often than not. Here in Norsland, she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever even see proper sunlight again.
Still, she knew her place and she knew how important this marriage would be to solidify an overseas alliance ripe with trade opportunities, and military support if necessary. The Norslanders were often looked upon in Sarosa as a very coarse people, but their military prowess was legendary, having beaten back tribal incursions and several full-scale invasions from the northern fjords time and again. They’d even quarreled with Sarosa in the past as well. Sarosa may have had the advantage with fine archers and cavalry, but Norsland was proven devastatingly effective in terms of their navy and frontline troops, costing Sarosa dearly whenever they’d fought each other. And while relations between the two nations had improved significantly since their last war, solidifying their alliance in a more permanent fashion was preferable to being enemies again, and this joining of House Vallon and House Blackmane was a crucial stepping stone toward that goal.
Her betrothed, however, was practically a complete unknown to her outside of a few details her father had told her about beforehand. Sir Torren Blackmane was younger than she was, she knew that. Lyn didn’t know what to think about that fact. It was quite unconventional for an older woman to marry a lad, when it came to these political betrothals. She knew that he’d fought a few battles already at his age. His father and uncle had renown, even in Sarosa, but young Torren was slowly but surely building up a reputation of his own, if rumors were to be believed.
The lad’s age was a chief source of concern for her...and a source of opportunity. Older men were often sought-after by womenfolk in Sarosa, given the maturity and experience that came with age. She herself was turning thirty years old next year and had thus far managed to avoid marriage this long, as her father had held off for the right betrothal opportunity; several eligible suitors had been turned down in the past - mostly Sarosan viziers or merchant lords. And while she knew her place and her duty, she was not looking forward to the prospect of managing a young husband’s teenaged immaturities and shortcomings.
On the other hand, the age and maturity difference between the two of them put her in a position that few other noblewomen found themselves in. It was no secret that she was beautiful and attractive, with lovely dusky skin, dark curls, striking green eyes, and a curvaceous figure. While she did not yet know what her young betrothed looked like, she was fairly confident he would be smitten with her. This would give her the prime leverage to wrap an amorous adolescent boy around her finger and mold him the way she saw fit. She grinned from the prospect. Just the first time of this boy seeing her naked breasts would probably be enough to ensnare him for good, and if she was lucky, allow her to sway him to bring about change in the land as she saw fit.
She would soon find out if her suspicions were correct.
The carriage pulled over the bridge and through the outer gates of Castle Blackmane. Upon entering the courtyard, her carriage and escort party were met by all of the lord, ladies, castle staff and men-at-arms of House Blackmane, all assembled in one large organized procession and ready to greet her. As her carriage came to a stop before the assembly, she took a deep breath, hugged her cloak tightly around herself.
Stepping out from her carriage, a big, burly man with raven-black hair and a beard stepped up to help her out of the carriage. She knew this had to be Lord Blackmane, her betrothed’s father.
“Lady Vallon, we are honored to have you here,” he greeted gruffly, offering her his giant hand. “How was your journey?”
She smiled politely and accepted his hand, stepping down. “Cold, Lord Blackmane. Quite cold,” she laughed.
He gave a boisterous laugh. “Indeed. But we here in the north have our ways of keeping warm,” he said, turning and winking at his assembled people, causing several of them to laugh. Just as she’d always known about Norslanders, they didn’t go much for formality and decorum, though that certainly was refreshing to her in that moment, especially after such a long voyage across the sea.
He led her on toward his assembled people, introducing his family members and advisors, starting with a skinnier man, his brother. They all bowed as she passed. “How fares your father and the king?”
“Both are well, my lord. They shall both be here in attendance for the wedding.”
“Glad to hear it. I must admit, when your father sent word that you alone would be joining us here before the wedding, I was surprised.”
She nodded and smiled. “I imagine so. In the south, it is rather unorthodox for a daughter to represent her lord father’s interests without him in attendance, but he trusts me with these matters, and I was...rather curious to meet my betrothed as well. We have different ways of doing things in Sarosa. Norsland is similar in this respect, yes?”
He chuckled. “Aye, it’s true, my lady. I can tell already that you are a woman not to be trifled with. Something that this one here will need to be mindful of after you are wedded,” he said, as he stopped her in front of a young man.
Lyn looked at the boy in front of her and was...surprised. Torren Blackmane was, admittedly, handsome. Very handsome, in fact, for his age. For a moment she forgot she was even looking at a fifteen year old lad. He had raven black hair like his father and uncles, and was stocky from what she could tell beneath his raven-crested silver armor chest plate. And he was tall for his age as well, though she beat him out by a couple inches from the looks of it, though she could tell he was likely to still have some growing to do. He had a poise and posture that exuded confidence, perhaps even arrogance, though she could see a slight glint in his eye from beholding her foreign beauty for the first time.
“My lady,” he greeted. His voice was strong and clear, but there was still an adolescent boyishness there as well. “It is such an honor to meet you. Stories don’t do your beauty justice, if I may say so, my lady.” He lowered his head down and planted a kiss on her hand.
She gave a cheeky grin, cocking her head at him. “You may, Sir Torren.” There was a wicked glint in the boy’s eye, and she did not overlook the briefest of glances he gave to her bosom beneath her cloak. Oh yes, this one was going to be a troublemaker, she could already tell. But it also lent credence to her earlier suspicions that this strapping young man probably wanted to shed his virginity like a wolf shedding its fur. All the better for him to wrap him around her finger as she saw fit.
Lord Blackmane rolled his eyes, clapping his son on his shoulder. “Alright, my son. There will be time for wooing later. For now, let’s get Lady Vallon and her entourage settled in.”
The boy looked rather incensed at his father, giving a glance of slight annoyance at the older man, but said nothing. She looked at the older man and nodded, smiling. “That would be wonderful, Lord Blackmane. Thank you.”
He nodded, leading her into the stone caste while Torren and the others followed behind her. “Welcome to Castle Blackmane, my lady.”
Xxxxxxx
Torren could scarcely believe his fortune. Lady Lynesse Vallon was a beauty the likes of which he’d never seen before. Dusky, tanned skin so exotic, and so unlike the pale skin folk in Norsland had, luscious, flowing dark hair, and a positively curvaceous figure and ample bosom. And she was exactly the age he adored in a woman - older than him, in her late twenties or early thirties, but not too old. The teen knight had spent the entire day thinking about her.
And yet, a part of him was undeniably incensed and perplexed as well. Over the past several days since she’d arrived, she had barely made time for him despite his best efforts. Granted, she was here at Castle Blackmane to represent her father’s interests as well, and she spent a fair amount of her time negotiating with his father or uncle. Still, when the day’s formalities were done with, she mostly retreated to her quarters to go to sleep and didn’t seem to pay him much mind outside of some small talk and light conversations. The most she gave him beyond that was a small smile and a nod whenever they were in close company together. He wondered if she was simply being professional and formal, as her court standards dictated. But from what he knew, Sarosa was hardly any more formal than Norsland was in terms of court procedures.
If this was not the case, then there was only one other conclusion he could come to when it came to his betrothed’s apparent indifference toward him: she was put off by his age. Of course, his father hadn’t exactly helped in that regard. He’d wanted to give her the impression that he was a man she could look forward to marrying, but his father had stepped on his toes somewhat during his first meeting with her, as if he was just a boy.
“Torren, why so glum, ma sweet?”
Torren, who had been lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling plaintively, looked toward the doorway of his bedchamber. Willa, his longtime chambermaid who had helped raise him ever since his mother had passed, was standing in the doorway, cocking her head at him.
The raven-haired boy sighed. “It’s nothing, Willa.”
The woman in his mid thirties waved her hand. “Ach, none of that, little master. You know ye can tell me anything, ya? So go on, tell me what’s bothering ye.” She shut the door behind her so nobody could listen in on them.
He rubbed his hands together, sitting up on the bed to face her. “It’s...it’s my betrothed.”
Willa nodded. “Ah, Lady Vallon.” The blond-haired chambermaid grinned. “Quite a beauty, she is. Very polite and well-spoken too. You must be over the moon, lad.”
He just shrugged. “I thought so at first, Willa. But she barely talks to me. Just smiles at me and says a few niceties, but that’s it. I think she sees me as just a silly boy.”
Willa laughed. “Ye are a silly boy,” she toasted. He gave her a hard expression and she apologized, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Ah, so that’s what’s troublin’ ye?”
He nodded.
“Well, ye aren’t married yet, Torren. Give it time. She’ll come around.”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I want her to want to marry me, Torren. I don’t want her to do it just because her father told her to. I want her to see me as a man rather than a boy.”
Willa was silent for several moments before she put her hand on his leg suggestively. “Well, little master. If you want to prove that to her, then what’re you waitin’ for?”
He looked at her with confusion. “Willa?”
“Ye heard me. If you want her to see you as a strapping man, then show her. Show her what everyone else in Castle Blackmane has become quite familiar with over the past few years.” Willa’s hand inched up his legs and cupped his crotch.
Torren smirked as he felt the familiar touch of his wily chambermaid. “Well…it has been some time since you and I have done that, Willa. Might be my last chance before I marry Lady Lynesse.”
She grinned back. “Right you are.” She tapped her chin. “Alright lad, this is what you should do…”
Xxxxxxx
Lyn made her way to the bathing chamber for a hot bath, having been craving one this day. One of the chambermaids had politely suggested it to her, and the idea had been far too enticing to refuse. Thus far in the several days she’d been here, she’d actually been quite pleasantly surprised with how polite everyone at Castle Blackmane had been to her. Her dealings with Lord Blackmane had been more than cordial thus far, and she’d even made some progress with the trade agreement her father had asked her to pursue in his stead. It had been rather tiring as well, however, and a bath was the least she felt she was owed for it.
As she walked the halls, she got turned around once or twice, having not quite gotten used to the layout of the castle just yet. The other reason for her absentmindedness was that her thoughts began dwelling on her betrothed - young Sir Torren. She had been purposefully only making small talk with him thus far and giving him what she hoped would come off as teasing and suggestive signs for him to pick up on, like she would back at home in Sarosa. It was the type of courting games nobles in her homeland would play, and while she noted that Torren was slightly responsive to it, he didn’t seem to be making the kind of moves she hoped he would. This seemed proof enough to her that he was rather timid and inexperienced given his youth. Not all that surprising, really. Either way, she endeavored to drop the games and pretenses and spend the following day actually getting to know him. Perhaps she might even begin ensnaring him with her charm proper, so she could wrap him around her finger like she intended.
Her mind started to wander with all these possibilities that she hadn’t realized she’d reached the bath chamber. She perked up when she heard a splash in the room in front of her, as steam from the hot bath water emerged from the chamber, in stark contrast to the coldness of Castle Blackmane. She hadn’t known that someone else was currently using the bath chamber, having been told by the chambermaids that it would be empty at this hour, but this only made her more curious as to who it was.
Lyn dipped her head around the corner of the doorway and her eyes widened and her heart starting pounding in her chest from what she saw. Torren had emerged from the steaming bathwater, his raven black hair wet and water droplets dripping down his pale skin. He was stretching out his muscles, basking in the refreshing bath he’d just taken.
First and foremost, however, he was completely nude. Lyn for a moment did not understand why this was such a novelty to her; she’d seen men nude before back home in Sarosa, and her people were not exactly prudish about it. Given what a hot, sunny region her homeland was, it was not uncommon for menfolk to work out in the hot sun with their shirts off (and sometimes their pants too). And she’d also had one or two male lovers, and they’d always been in good enough shape.
But something about seeing Torren - her betrothed - as naked as the day he was born made Lyn feel like a sheepish virgin again. It might’ve been her preconceptions about the young man when she first met him, or the fact that his physique had been well-concealed thanks to his armor and clothing when she’d first met him in person. Sure, she had found him…surprisingly handsome despite his age, and there was something magnetic about his profile and persona upon first meeting him. But he was still fifteen years old, and there was something boyish and youthful about him as well. And while those boyish qualities still shone through even now, she felt like she was looking at a very handsome naked man right now.
Torren did not have an ounce of fat on him. In Sarosa, there were certainly lords and ladies who let their bodies go from too comfortable of a lifestyle and too little hardship. Torren did not fit into this category, perhaps because of the harder lifestyle of Norsland or because of his battle experience. Her father hadn’t told him about Torren’s military history - and a part of her frankly thought he didn’t have any yet given his youth - but Torren had a handful of scars on his naked body that told a different story.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop herself, and her eyes traveled south. This was her second big shock, and she was thoroughly unprepared for this one. Lyn had naively assumed that Torren would have an unimpressive boyish prick, given his age and the derogatory claims among Sarosan men that Norslander men were small pale men, impotent men. Seeing Torren now, however, it became clear to her that those claims were either wildly exaggerated propaganda from Sarosa’s previous wars with Norsland, or her betrothed was simply a very very gifted exception to the norm.
Either way, dangling between Torren’s legs was a long, thick member, about ten inches when fully erect, if she had to guess. Perhaps an inch more. And he had surprisingly kept himself shaved down there, with only a thin patch of pubic hair on his pelvis, and so she could behold his shaft in all its glory with absolutely nothing to get in the way of it. A long, smooth shaft, pale like the rest of his body but without a single blemish or ugly feature that she could spot, and a plump, healthy head that was flushed pink with the heat of the steam filling the room.
This…this was unbelievable. Torren was bigger and longer than most Sarosan men she’d seen. And he was only fifteen! Was he even done growing down there or would he get even bigger?! And she was going to…have that thing inside of her. Her mouth felt dry suddenly. She didn’t know why this fact was any sort of surprise to her. She and Torren were to be married; of course he was going to sheath himself inside of her. That was how consummating a marriage worked, as she was well aware. And yet this very natural reality had not occurred to her up until this point, as if it was always supposed to be someone else marrying and bedding Torren, not her. But seeing his thick, meaty cock was the epiphany for her.
By the sun gods, that thing was going to split her open when he put it inside. The thought of it was deviant and salacious…Arousing.
Bashfully, the Sarosan noblewoman felt a heat blooming in her legs, and she was growing moist. Her sex was practically dripping at this point, as she imagined all the ways that she would have to work that thick pale shaft into her tight, underpreared sex hole. She chewed her lip, as she imagined laying the naked young man out onto their marital bed and squatting herself atop him, feeding his virgin club into her inch by inch, stretching herself incrementally a little at a time. Surely she could convince him to let her take the lead, after all? Big cock or not, he was more than likely a virgin, and given that she was older and had more experience, it would only make sense for her to take the lead, especially since it would allow her to dictate the pace of getting that big thing inside her with minimal discomfort. She knew that men could sometimes be too proud and stubborn to allow a woman on top, however, but given she was dealing with a likely inexperienced young man, she doubted he would object to a caring sex teacher.
Lyn was beginning to see the…perks of living in the dour, cold Norsland, and being married to a strapping young Blackmane lad. Being able to enthrall the boy with her beauty and wrap him around her finger was one thing, but being able to obtain real pleasure from the experience, with such a manly prick, would be even better. Provided she could accommodate that thing without it hurting her in the process, that is.
She ducked her head back around the doorway to peep on him again, and her green eyes widened with yet another surprise view. Torren had sat himself down at the edge of the large stone tub, spreading his legs out with a long sigh. As she watched, he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, wrapped a hand around his member and began to rub it.
Oh…oh my. He was…pleasuring himself. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp as his pale hand glided up and down that thick tool between his legs from base to tip, giving boyish sighs of pleasure as he masturbated himself. As she watched transfixed, his cock began to lengthen and grow, coaxed to his fullest length and thickness as he stroked away, until eventually he obtained the ten or eleven inch length that Lyn had earlier estimated when his cock had been flaccid. His entire member throbbed with his heartbeat, engorged with blood as his fist pumped away, a thick dollop of precum spurting out from his urethra and into the bath water beneath him.
“Ach, Torren! I’ve already told ye loads of times, there’s no need te settle for ye hand when I’ve got someplace much better ye can put it!”
Lyn nearly jumped out of her skin as one of the castle chambermaids - Willa, Lyn thought her name was - entered the bath chamber from one of the adjacent doorways. As Lyn watched, the young man didn’t seem at all alarmed by the intrusion. In fact, a smile spread across his handsome face and he continued pumping his cock when he saw the blond-haired shapely chambermaid strut into the room. Lyn supposed, as his chambermaid for probably most of his life, she’d probably stumbled in on him pleasuring himself many times before, as young men often did. But then what did she mean about “someplace better”?
He briefly released his cock, and it throbbed and bobbed in place with his heartbeat, making Lyn gulp. “I was just getting it ready for you, Willa.”
She gave him a wink. “Well that’s mighty generous of ye, little master. Ye always know how te treat me just right, eh?” The chambermaid was stripping off all of her clothes until she was as nude as Torren was, her full breasts, pink nipples and curvaceous pale-skilled body on display. This was not at all what Lyn was expecting. Surely this woman was not seriously planning to…
Torren rolled his eyes. “Willa, why do you still call me that? I’m not a boy anymore.”
Willa fell on her hands and knees on the stone ground in front of Torren, seductively shaking her plump bum at him. “Of course ye are. You’ll always be my little master. My little master, with a big cock.”
He snorted, reaching down and clapping both of his hands to both of her plump cheeks of her rear, causing her to gasp and squeal with giddy excitement. And from the sound of it, it was not just feigned excitement for his benefit. “And where do you want me to put my big cock, Willa?”
“Mmm, you know where, little master.”
“No, that won’t do. I want you to tell me,” he lowered a finger down and ran it up and down her wet pink pussy. “Here perhaps?”
“Yes…please…right there!” Willa moaned.
“Where, Willa? I want you to say it.”
“In my cunt, Lord Torren! Please, fuck me!”
He ran the thick angry head of his cock up and down her pussy, wetting it for penetration. “And who does your cunt belong to, Willa?”
“You, master Torren! Only you!”
He smiled victoriously. “Good. I suppose I’ll reward you.”
Lyn could not look away. There was a rational part of her brain that was telling her to march into that bath chamber and demand an explanation from her soon-to-be-husband for this. But another part of her kept her rooted in place and watching.
Torren wrapped his strong hands around Willa’s shapely hips and pushed, sinking his cock into her depths with a precise thrust. Willa cried out as his hips clapped against her milky pale rear, his thick member sheathed inside her fully in one thrust. Lyn, for her part, was amazed. How in the world did the chambermaid manage to accommodate that thick girth inside her in one go? A moment later, she mentally smacked herself for not realizing the obvious. This was not the first time Torren and Willa had fucked like this. In fact, if she had to hazard a guess, they had done this many times, if their words to each other and the ease by which be penetrated her cunt was anything to go by.
All of her preconceptions about Torren flew right out the window. Despite his youth, a virgin he clearly was not. And that became even more clear as he began to really go to work on his mewling chambermaid. With his hands clasped tightly around her curvaceous hips, he began to pump back and forth, drawing his considerable length and girth out of Willa’s depths until only the head was inside her, leaving her practically clawing at the stone floor with needy impatience, before he punched his cock back inside her again for another thrust.
While Torren and his older chambermaid did seem to have a close bond - likely since she’d probably helped raise him as a boy - this was no lovemaking session. It was pure, raw fucking. He was rutting into her at an energetic pace, his athletic hips clapping against the cheeks of her bum over and over again while her full breasts swung back and forth. Her moans rang through the room along with his boyish yet masculine grunts. In no time, they were working up a sweat, thanks to his fast-paced fucking and the heat and humidity of the chamber they were in. Willa was no idle participant either; she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, thrusting her bum back at him as his girthy cock drove deep into her wet pussy and knocked the breath from her lungs. The two mismatched, misaged lovers met each other mid way as he pumped forward and she thrust back at him, and it was clear that they had done this enough times to have established a good rhythm by now.
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s the spot! You always fuck me just right, Master Torren!” the blond-haired harlot moaned her pleasure, her blue eyes rolling back into her head as his girthy member slickly pushed in and out of her aroused cunt with a squelch and a slurp.
In response, Torren only upped his pace, and Lyn was blown away by his vigor. How could he have enough energy to keep going even faster?! He put his hands to work as well, though not in the way Lyn was expecting. The raven-haired lad reached up and took a hold of the lady’s long blond braid and tugged on it like a horse bridle, causing her body to curl and her rump to raise even higher in the air as she squealed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. As if he was taming a while animal into submission, he gave deeper, punishing thrusts into her pussy while he held onto her braid. At one point, he stopped momentarily, reached his hand back and clapped it to her ass, causing her to squeal with joy as he turned the pale cheek of her bum red.
“Oh my, yer so rough te me, Master Torren!”
He grinned mischievously, reaching down beneath her and rubbing her clit, causing her to sigh with pleasure as he continued working himself in and out of her. “That’s the way you’ve always liked it, Willa.”
They continued on like that for some time, and as Lyn watched from the doorway, trying to hide herself as well as she could, she was starting to wonder if her betrothed was actually human, or some kind of sex god. He didn’t seem to ever tire, not even briefly. And as the minutes ticked on and he drew wet orgasms out of the squealing servant woman like water from a well, it was clear that Torren has considerable staying power and stamina as well, not just energy and speed.
Watching and listening to this for as long as she had was beginning to have an effect on the once-composed noblewoman. Her dark tanned skin was starting to feel blushed as if she’d spent too much time out in the Sarosan sun with no shade. She took a breath to compose herself and fanned herself off with her hand, whilst she rubbed her legs together, feeling an undeniable tingle of arousal flaring up deep in her core. Lyn felt that she would need to pleasure herself after having witnessed this; that much was certain. Before she could suppress them, she began to imagine that she was in the amorous chambermaid’s place right at that point, that she was the one on her hands and knees with that pale, girthy cock pushing in and out of her tight pussy and causing her to drench the stone floor with her juices of arousal. The urge to slip her fingers beneath her dress and finger herself to orgasm was growing even stronger the longer she witnessed this display. But she resisted, not wanting to stoop that low just yet, lest someone from the castle happen upon her voyeuristically watching her betrothed’s sexual escapades.
Finally, after he’d already made Willa cum at least twice, Torren buried himself deep inside her cunt and he groaned, throwing his head back. Lyn gasped and her eyes widened as she watched Torren gently giving small thrusts, releasing his semen inside the chambermaid who’d helped raise him. It was surreal to the noblewoman, watching her youthful soon-to-be husband filling another woman with his seed, his plump balls clenching and unclenching in their sack as he delivered rope after rope into her depths.
“Mmm, it’s so much, Master Torren! Bloat my belly with yer seed, you studly boy!” Willa moaned, climaxing for the third time, apparently from the mere sensation of having her pussy awash from the virile Norslander lad’s spunk.
Lyn swore to the gods, as even Torren’s climax seemed to last an inhumanly long amount of time. He shifted his hips back and forth as he groaned, releasing rope after rope of spunk into the chambermaid’s depths. She wondered how in the world this woman hadn’t fallen pregnant from this lad by now, if this had not been the first time she’d taken such considerable ejaculations inside her.
After several moments, he drew his length out of her with a slurp, as a flow of semen spilled onto the floor beneath them. To Lyn’s surprise, however, these two lovers were not done, it seemed. Willa, still leaking Torren’s semen from her cunt, turned around and sank into the warm water of the tub. Torren settled himself down at the end of the tub as she winked at him, planting her ample breasts onto either side of his still-hard cock.
Lyn marveled at this new development, as she watched Torren’s eager chambermaid lifting her breasts up and down while he closed his eyes and thrust up between the smooth valley encasing his cock. This was…something she’d never seen or even heard of before. Was it some sort of thing only Norsanders did? She could not recall ever hearing of something so tawdry in Sarosa, and Sarosa was certainly more relaxed than many other kingdoms when it came to pleasures of the flesh.
The Sarosan lady couldn’t watch any longer. Not because she was put off or incensed, but because she feared she might start dripping all over the stone floor if she didn’t make a hasty retreat from here soon. Besides, considering what she’d already seen of Torren’s surprising stamina, she expected these two would be at this for quite some time. Any thought of taking a bath was completely forgotten as she hurried back to her chamber, trying to make sense of what she’d witnessed, and trying to stave off the almost animalistic urge to remove her dress and pleasure herself.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
Some time later, Willa licked her fingers of Torren’s cum that had utterly coated her freckled breasts, his wilting cock slipping from her cum-coated busom. “So, did ye see, little master?” she asked, looking up at him as she collected herself, settling down into the bathtub to clean herself off.
He wiped a sweat from his brow. “Did I see Lady Lynesse? Yes.” He gave a small smile. “She was at the doorway, watching. She tried to hide, but I spotted her once or twice. Did you know she would come?”
“Of course. I had Agatha send her along to the bath chamber, after I knew ye were already here. Twas just like we planned.”
He sank himself down into the water beside her, sighing. “Do you think it worked?”
Willa laughed, stroking wet fingers through her blond braid. “She’s interested in ye, little master, that’s for sure. She wouldn’t have sat there watching for as long as she did otherwise.”
Torren hoped she was right. He would find out soon enough if his boldness paid off.
Xxxxxxxxxxx
Lyn had not gotten much sleep the following night. All she could think about was Torren, and the image of him dominantly pounding that chambermaid of his. His boundless, youthful energy and vigor had left her feeling breathless from the thought. Originally, she’d assumed him to be virgin, a blank slate that she could entice and mold to her liking, but it was clear now that that was not the case.
Today, she decided to figure out just who Torren Blackmane was, from the people who knew him best.
She came first upon Agatha, one of the chambermaids who she had spoken with briefly the following day. The older woman was currently attending to washing clothing in one of the side rooms, and her eyes widened and she bowed as she took notice of Lyn’s presence.
“Lady Vallon! Do you need something, milady?”
Lyn smiled politely. “I do, thank you, Agatha. I was hoping we could actually talk about…Torren.”
“S- Sir Torren? What about him, milady?”
“I am to marry him, and I’d like to know more about the man I will be marrying,” Lyn said, sitting down beside her.
Agatha nervously looked back at the doorway. “Tis not really proper fer me to talk about my liege lord’s son.”
“Agatha,” she said gently, taking the older woman by her hands. “I promise that anything you say will be kept secret. Torren will not know.”
After a few moments, Agatha nodded. “What do ye wish to know, milady?”
Lyn took a deep breath. “Would you say my betrothed is a...troublemaker?”
“Troublemaker?” Agatha asked, scratching her chin. “Nay, not a troublemaker. ‘Tis not the right word fer it. He’s always been respectful of his lord father. Respectful of all the castle folk too. It’s just that he...he likes to…”
“He likes to chase after women?” Lyn finished for her. Her tone was not interrogatory, just curious.
Agatha’s eyes widened but she nodded. “Aye. H- how did ye know, milady?”
Lyn shrugged. “Oh, just a hunch. Woman’s intuition,” she lied, omitting what she had seen in the bathing chamber. “How long has he been doing this?”
“Since he came of age, really. But, milady, I want ye to know that he has not ever put his hands on a woman without her say-so. That young lad is a skirt-chaser, but not a boorish lout. He always charms the ladies, even at ‘is age.”
Lyn nodded. “So...which women has he been with?”
Agatha rubbed her hands together uncomfortably. “Erm, not fer me to say, milady. G- go ask Willa. She can tell ya more about that.”
Lyn inwardly chuckled. Of course Willa could tell her more about that, the harlot. “I shall do that. Thank you, Agatha.”
Agatha stopped her as she turned to leave. “Wait, milady please, I beg ye! Say nothin’ of this! And I do hope what I told ya hasn’t...ruined this betrothal for ye.”
Lyn shook her head. “Like I said, I shall say nothing. And no, this hasn’t ruined anything. But it has given me much to think about. Thank you, Agatha,” she said, politely bowing and leaving the room.
After some time searching, she happened upon Willa turning over the beds in one of the chambers. The slightly older blond-haired Norslander woman was humming some tune to herself as she went about her work. Try as she might, all she could see when looking at the chambermaid was her getting filled with Torren’s virile creampie and him pushing his cock between her milky tits. Lyn cleared her throat, both to compose herself and to alert Willa as to her presence.
“Ah, Lady Vallon! What can I do fer ye?” Willa cheerfully asked.
Lyn smoothed out her dress and sat down in one of the chairs in the chamber, looking across at Willa for several moments. “I thought I might ask you a few things about Torren, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Willa gave a wry smile. “No trouble at all, milady.”
Lyn nodded. “Are you the first one?”
“I’m sorry, milady? The first one?” She asked, cocking her head.
Coy little harlot, Lyn thought to herself. “The first one he fucked.”
To her surprise, the chambermaid unashamedly nodded. “Aye, I made him a man, took his cherry. Does that trouble ye?”
Lyn opened and closed her mouth for several seconds, unsure of what to see. She cleared her throat. “You do know I am to marry him, yes?”
Her blond head bobbed again in an almost annoyingly cheery nod. “Aye, and I am very happy fer the both of ye. It’s a fine match.”
Lyn blinked. “I’m…surprised to hear you say that. Are you not resentful of me?”
Willa cocked her head. “Why would I be, love? Yes, what little master Torren and I have done over the years was lovely, but yer the one he’s to spend the rest o’ his life with, not me.”
The Sarosan lady sensed the sincerity in the other woman’s words and she nodded. After several moments of silence, she asked, “How did this…begin?”
“His skirt-chasin’? Ach, he came to me after he came of age, told me he fancied me and that he wanted to learn everything there was to learn about a woman, and so I obliged him.”
Lyn’s eyes widened. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.” Willa smiled.
“How many other women has he done this with?”
Willa tapped her chin. “Oh, at least a dozen, I'd say. And he’s fathered at least one bastard with Minerva Merrin, the third daughter o’ a minor house to the south.”
She sat back in her chair, letting out a big breath as she processed this information. Gods…such a young man, being with so many women? Even impregnating one or more?! He had more sexual experience than she had. And yet, the thought of it didn’t repulse her for some reason. It…intrigued her.
“Is he…good?” she asked with a whisper. It was a rhetorical question, having watched the scene in the bath chamber herself.
Willa nodded with a big grin. “Aye, milady. He knows how to work a woman’s body, that’s fer sure. He’s goin’ to make ya a happy wife.”
Lyn blushed, fanning herself off with her hand. The chill of Norsland wasn’t such a burden for her at the moment. “And do you think that his…erm, skirt chasing will be something I should worry about?”
Willa pondered for several moments. “Nay. He loves women, true, but he is quite taken with you, love, I can tell ye that. Besides, a lot o’ the women he’s been with have come back to him of their own accord even though they didn’t need ta. He may love women, but he’s an honorable lad, the most honorable lad I’ve known ever since I raised him. If ye tell him to be faithful ta ye, he will.”
Lyn nodded, rubbing her legs together. She had a lot to think about regarding Torren. But she knew what she had to do now. “Thank you, Willa,” she said, smiling politely and exiting the room.
“My pleasure, milday,” the chambermaid said with a wry smile as she returned to work.
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That night, she prepared herself for Torren. At one point, she’d observed him training in swordplay in the courtyard, and his combat capabilities only heightened her interest in him. After retreating to her quarters, it took a fair amount of introspection and thinking about what Agatha and Willa had told her, but eventually she arrived at a conclusion: she was going to offer herself to him. Any plan of wrapping him around her finger was abandoned. Instead, she would prove herself as his equal, first in the bedfurs, and then in all other things. And she planned to prove herself above all the women he’d been with.
She’d snuck her way into his bedchamber, had removed her dress and all of her underclothes, lying back on the bed, completely nude. She rubbed her pussy as she heard the door to his chamber open.
The boy’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in an ‘o’ as he took in the sight of this tan-skinned Sarosan beauty sprawled out on his bed with a smile on her face. His eyes gazed over her naked form that he beheld for the first time - her dusky skin, her plump, perfect breasts and dark nipples, her dark locks of hair, and her curvaceous form.
“Lady…Lynesse, I…”
She put a finger to her lips to shush him. Truth be told, it was quite adorable to see him flustered despite everything she’d heard about him and seen. “Please…call me Lyn, Torren.”
He nodded, adapting to this situation very quickly, it seemed. “Very well, Lyn. May I ask what…I can do for you?”
She smiled, spreading her legs open. “I think you know, Torren. I’ve heard a fair few stories about your…escapades around this castle.” She urged him over and he walked over and sat down on the bed beside her. “And so I thought you and I could get to know each other…the way you do best.”
His eyes widened. “You know…Lyn,” he began, looking away and rubbing his hands together in one of the first displays of shyness she’d ever actually seen from him, “For a while I thought you only cared about our marriage. Uniting our houses and all that.”
Lyn gave a warm smile, sitting down beside him on the edge of the bed. She gently put a finger under his chin and inclined him to look into her face. She gazed into his youthful face, his steely gaze looking back at her with such hunger, such intensity that made her heart pound in her chest.
“If I only cared about our marriage, Torren, I wouldn’t be here now.” She ran her hands across his chest, feeling his muscular torso beneath his tunic and his heart pounding in his chest with seemingly the same intensity that hers was. “The proper thing for us to do would be to wait for our wedding day before consummating. But I don’t care very much for waiting. Do you?”
She saw his mouth morph into a cheeky grin. “No I do not.”
Lyn smiled, leaning in so close to his face she could practically taste him already. “Good,” she whispered with bated breath.
Her full lips crashed against his in a deep, passionate kiss. She wasted no time, clawing at his clothes and helping him strip them off piece by piece. The lust between the two of them was palpable as their physical attraction for each other could not be denied. Before long, he was as naked as she was, and they ran their hands over each other's bodies. He in particular delighted in the feeling of her dark hair, as ran his hands through it. Taking in the sight of his nude form, she was astounded by the chiseled condition his torso was in. He was a tad shorter than she was, but it was wonderful knowing he still had some growing to do yet, even with how masculine and manly he was already at his age.
“We may not be husband and wife yet, but in here, I’ll do whatever you command. Say the word, and I shall obey,” she said, gazing at him with a wink.
He licked his lips, looking down at her with purpose and authority. “Get down on your knees.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, and felt herself already getting wet between her legs. She eagerly sank down onto her knees, ready and willing to comply. “As you wish, my lord.”
With her head level with his crotch, she turned her gaze to what was in front of her, and was face-to-face with the pride of Castle Blackmane for the first time. His thick, girthy prick, throbbing and pulsing in front of her was going to be the penis she would be enjoying for the rest of her life. And honestly, she couldn’t ever imagine herself getting tired of such a specimen.
Seeing it up close was an entirely different experience than seeing it from afar through the doorway of a misty bathing chamber. A thick, throbbing, light skinned shaft, smooth as silk and unblemished, and a plump pink cockhead that she could already feel pushing into her throat or tapping insistently at the entrance to her womb. Either possibility made her wetter by the second.
She gently wrapped her delicate hand around her young betrothed’s girth, marveling at its size, its heat. Seeing the contrast between her darker skinned hand and his lighter skinned member was a contrast that felt delightful to her.
The eager Sarosan lady watched as precum emerged from the plump tip as she ran her finger from the base to his shaft. How many women had this beautiful prick truly skewered in such a short lifetime? A dozen? A hundred? But now, it was hers to play with, hers to impale her cunt on top of and stretch herself out. It was her womb that would be awash with his virile young seed.
She shifted herself closer until her head was an inch or so away from his thick babymaker. Lyn ran her hands up and down his inner thighs while his cock twitched in front of her face. She delighted in how smooth his pelvis, inner thighs, and even his balls were, in stark contrast to many of the…rather hairy men she’d seen in Norsland so far. She supposed, considering how cold it was up here, it would make sense to have a bit of extra natural fur. It was something she could see herself getting used to, but for now she was struck how smooth and well-groomed he kept himself, especially for his age.
“I shaved it…for you,” he said, seemingly reading her thoughts. She looked up at his handsome face, and he was smiling back at her, rather pleased with himself.
“Oh my, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were planning to bed me, Torren,” she said with a wink. She delicately reached a hand down to his warm, plump balls, gently cradling them and delighting in how smooth they were. Lyn flashed a smile up at him, pursing her lips. “You spoiled me, my love. So smooth, so beautiful,” she tickled his balls and felt a shudder of pleasure run through him.
Lyn lowered her head down and breathed in his musk. She felt…intoxicated by it. As she breathed him in, she was overwhelmed by the aroma of such virility, such masculinity. She rubbed his thick cock up against her cheek, delighting in how his long length was almost longer than her entire head. She nestled her nose into his sack and leaned down to plant a kiss onto each of his balls, one of the other. She ran her delicate hands up and down his inner thighs as she showered his plump, full balls in kisses one after the other, as he looked down at her in pure rapture and watched her worship his maleness.
Lyn could not hold back any longer. She had to taste him. And she wanted to start with the source of his virility. Her silky smooth hand took his cock into a gentle grip, rubbing up and down, while her mouth lowered to his lovely smooth balls. Like a snake from back home in the deserts of Sarosa, her tongue darted out, flicking and lapping at the taut skin of his ballsack. He moaned from the teasing sensation, lowering a hand down and stroking it lovingly through the luscious curls of her hair. Her tongue traveled over his balls, tasting a bit of saltiness but delighting in his musk as it filled her senses.
Her gaze went up to him again, captivating him with her green eyes that never left his face, before she puckered her full lips and took one of his balls into her mouth with a wet pop. Her tongue lavished his babymakers with love, curling and flicking about across every millimeter of his ball that her tongue could reach, tenderly coating the orb in saliva while he held his gaze. Her fingers were delicately tickling the other ball that wasn’t yet receiving oral attention. His eyes were wide with wonder and lust as she utterly worshiped the source of his masculinity, and it filled her with pride. Torren had fucked many women in this castle at his youthful age, but she reckoned he’d never had a woman so single-mindedly focused on paying homage to his body in such a meticulous fashion like this, and from a dusky-skinned Sarosan beauty, no less. For this brief moment in time, she made him feel like a virgin again, and it made her feel like a queen.
With another soft pop, she released his left ball from her mouth, taking a second to push a stray strand of her from in front of her face, before she dove down and eagerly took the right ball into her mouth to give it the same attention, all the while her gaze was locked on his, never breaking that spellbinding synergy for even a moment. He groaned as she sucked on his balls one after the other, throwing his head back as his fingers stroked through her hair. Now that she’d tested the waters, she held nothing back. She sucked on his balls, breathing in his scent and coated each orb in saliva before she switched to the other. Her tongue was precise and skilled in its motions, curling around the delicate skin of his sack and lapping at every unattended inch, making sure that no spot was left untouched.
She popped his balls out of her mouth to suck in a breath. “My lord. They feel very full to me,” she purred.
“Gods, Lyn. They are,” he groaned.
She smiled and winked up at him. Her hands stroked up and down his turgid shaft, causing bursts of precum to flow from the head of his cock and lube her efforts. “Then I will just have to drain them, won’t I?”
He smiled down at her. “You can try, my lady.” There was eagerness in his voice, but also a confidence that came from no shortage of trysts with Norslander womenfolk.
Lyn flashed an evil grin up at him. A challenge, eh? Well, if that’s the way he wanted it, then challenge accepted. She’d seen his stamina and staying power in action first hand, and she knew this would not be easy, but she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Never breaking eye contact like before, her emerald-colored eyes stared hungrily up at her, enrapturing him with her beauty as she lowered her mouth down to his cock. She struggled not to let her desperation be too apparent, but she truthfully was looking forward to getting her mouth on this beautiful pale, thick cock. Her mouth was practically salivating at the thought.
The lovely Sarosan fluttered her eyelashes up at Torren playfully as she flicked her tongue out experimentally at the head of Torren’s cock. This prompted a brief shudder from Torren, but she knew it was far too early to celebrate victory over their sordid little “challenge” just yet. Taking a hold of the base of his shaft, she delighted in the feeling of this virile cock pulsing with life in her hand and the flushed pink hue of his cockhead. Hungrily, she lapped at the head of his cock again, this time curling her skilled tongue around the frenulum of his cockhead while letting out a sultry “mmm” sound of contentment. She heard Torren let out a pleased sigh above her, and she imagined that he was basking in the sight and feeling of his older betrothed that he’d been pining after - a foreign Sarosan beauty - hungrily lapping at his cock. Even if he was nowhere close to orgasm yet.
After lapping away at his cockhead and kissing it tenderly for several moments, she looked up at him and gave him a wink, prompting a smile from him and a slight hitch in his breathing. With all preparation out of the way, she lowered her head down, relaxing her jaw as she took his long, thick member into her mouth. Her blood ran hot with her arousal as she was fellating this devilishly strapping young man and his oversized member for the first time. It was a struggle for her, given that she was a bit out of practice and had not done this since her first male lover all those years ago. But it was a struggle she was all too eager to throw her best efforts into. After everything she’d seen and learned of Torren, she had an insatiable lust for this young man, and she was hell bent on putting to shame any and all of the various women he’d been with.
She began to tenderly suck him with gusto, running her hands up and down his smooth, toned inner thighs while her head bobbed up and down in his lap. Her tongue swirled around his flushed pink cockhead and flicked at the sensitive underside in several smooth, practiced motions before her head descended. Lyn soldiered on as she took him into her throat, trying to get as close to the base of his member as she could before her gag reflex set in.
She pulled back to catch her breath, as a line of spit connected his cock to her lips. She hungrily dove in to try again, and she found that she could take more of him with every bob and slurp, as she hungrily devoured more and more of his cock. The taste of him was exquisite, as spurts of rich precum spurted into her mouth, and she was immensely thankful by how clean he kept himself. Fellating him was an activity she began to greatly enjoy, especially as he moaned with pleasure and thrust into her throat gently, causing a “gluk” sound from her whenever he did. Delivering purposeful oral pleasure to this gorgeous young man was driving her wild with lust.
The only problem, however, was that her best efforts were not enough to bring him to completion. She gave it her all, hungrily throat fucking herself onto this thick cock and sloppily covering it in her saliva for minutes upon minutes, but it was clear that his inhuman stamina was winning out. Finally, she gasped for breath, releasing his cock wetly from her mouth.
“Alright, alright, you win, Torren! By the gods…” The smug look on his face told her all she needed to know about how he felt about his victory.
“Very well,” Lyn said with a pout. She got up onto her feet and seductively shook her plump bum at him before she lied back, spreading her legs upon and rubbing her wet pussy. “Perhaps another hole will do the trick.” She beckoned him over with the crook of her finger. He got up onto the bed with her, not needing to be told twice. She was giddy with anticipation by now. This was it. Torren was going to mount her, like he had his other women. And she could see on his face that he was all too eager to finally claim the forign beauty - his betrothed - that he’d been lusting after for days.
“This is quite scandalous, my love. What ever will your father and uncle and all the women of this castle say when they hear you’ve deflowered the bride before the wedding?” she jokingly gasped.
Torren smirked, stroking his hands through her tresses. “All of them will likely pat me on the back.”
Lyn laughed and kissed him on the nose. “I think I rather like Norsland.” He chuckled at that.
Torren stroked his cock as he shuffled on his knees closer to her on the bed. Lyn was practically overwhelmed with excitement by now as she watched him approaching her with that thick, throbbing beauty. It was slick with a sheen of lubrication from her earlier efforts and it dripped out a clear strand out precum from its plump head as he settled down in front of her. He looked at her with another one of his boyishly handsome smiles that made her heart flutter. It took her an embarrassingly long moment to realize he was asking for her permission. This only increased her affection for the young man; his ample experience with the opposite sex, his noble status and the fact that they were betrothed had not given him an entitled attitude in regard to having sex with her. He had plenty of chivalry despite all of that, and it only made her want him more.
“Do it, Torren. Put it inside me, love. I want you to,” she purred, tweaking her own nipples and chewing her lip at her young lover.
He smiled and he nodded as he moved to oblige her. Propping her silky smooth thighs atop his own, he grinned playfully and spread her legs open, causing her to gasp with delight. This motion caused his fleshy weapon to plap down onto her pubic mound, sliding along her labia and getting covered in a glaze of her juices. He teasingly stroked his ten-inch long prick smoothly along her labia back and forth, the plump head rubbing the nub of her clit at the end of each stroke. Lyn was going mad from this teasing by now. She’d failed to bring him off with her oral efforts due to his unnatural zen-like staying power, and yet she was damn near on the verge of a climax just from him stroking his cock along her wet sex without even putting it inside yet.
“You mischievous Norslander bastard, don’t tease me anymore! Just put it IH-NN-”
She gripped the bedfurs beneath her tightly as Torren cut her off in mid sentence knowingly pushing his plump cockhead right into her needy sex hole at the end of one of his teasing strokes. With how lubricated his cock was with a combination of her juices and spit, and an almost constant leakage of precum, his fat, long cock pushed into her tight pussy with astounding ease. He was in. After having witnessed his escapades with Willa and imagined herself in her place, this adonis of hers finally had his cock inside her. She had to look down at their point of union to be sure she wasn’t just imagining this.
Sure enough, Lyn looked between her spread legs, seeing Torren’s thick pale member partially sheathed inside her, the plump head and another inch disappearing into her nubile body. She marveled once more at the titillating contrast between her dusky-skinned, sun-kissed Sarosan body and his alabaster Norslander body. Only this time, the contrast was made more obvious to her by their point of penetration, with his pale sex organ pushing inside her tanned body, and her sex welcoming the penetration, practically gripping his cock tightly as if it wanted more of him inside of it. He was big for her, so big, and yet it felt so right, like he was especially crafted for her.
Torren smiled knowingly at her. He’d been biding his time for this moment, she could tell. He’d wanted to be inside her, to prove that he could get her to want it as well, and he’d succeeded. He leaned his chiseled body over her, lowering his head down and taking one of her dark nipples into his mouth while his hips shifted and he sank another inch into her. Her body came to life and sparks ran through he sex as his thick cock spread her open an inch at a time. He took his time, and she was immensely grateful for that, as her body acclimated to his size, but ultimately she was left gasping and wanting more. She wanted his entire length sheathed inside her, even if it killed her.
It was slow going, but he pushed inch after inch of his long cock into his older lover as her tight walls snugly gripped him. Finally, he’d pushed himself against her cervix, causing her to gasp, and he knew he was as far as he could go. She’d taken all of him, and she felt fuller than she’d ever been in her life. She wanted to hunt down and murder whatever insecure Sarosan noblemen had told her that Norslander men were not well-endowed.
After a few moments of trying to catch her breath, she realized Torren was not yet moving. Opening her eyes, Lyn realized that Torren was waiting for her to give him permission before continuing. Her heart swelled for this young stud, and she pulled his head down to catch him in a passionate kiss.
“Alright, I’m ready. Make love to me, my white lion.”
He grinned at her, shifting his hips around slightly and making her coo as she felt his girth shift around inside her. “White lion?”
She smirked, despite her desire to start fucking this strapping lad. “Mhm. Like we have in Sarosa.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “My incredible white lion.” She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered, “breed your Sarosan lioness.”
His youthful face lit up like and his eyes looked at her with hunger and intensity, and he nodded. Lowering his head down and crashing his lips against hers, he wound his hips up to draw his considerable length out of her before thrusting inside her again to the hilt, prompting a muffled “mmmmh!” of pleasure amid their ravenous kiss.
From there, Torren began to pour all of his passion into fucking her, and she was transported to a state of pure bliss. She wrapped her long, tan legs around his toned, thrusting bum, moaning as he pounded himself in and out of her with such youthful vigor. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, breasts with a ravenous hunger while he pumped away at her tight pussy. Already she could feel herself approaching a climax and they’d barely begun. To hell with an older man like she used to want; she could grow quite used to having her young “lion” bringing her to climax after climax with his unending energy instead.
Torren leaned his head down and he took one of her dark nipples into his mouth, suckling at it while his hips continued to thrust, his thick cock sliding in and out of her deeply and rubbing every pleasure point inside her. His cockhead pressed against her cervix a couple times with each downstroke, but instead of discomfort, this too only brought her pleasure. Torren was thicker and longer than anyone she’d ever had inside her despite his age, and that was clear to her whenever he went inside her so deeply. His shaven pubic mound was grinding her clit as he changed his angle slightly so he could penetrate her even more deeply, and this set her off for her first orgasm.
Lyn cried out blissfully, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she buried her head into the crook of his neck, clenching his toned body as she felt her pussy clench his thick cock. She bathed his cock in her juices, and he carried her through her orgasm by continuing to suckle her sensitive dark nipples, rubbing her clit and stroking her cock through her tight pussy.
She cursed in her Sarosan tongue as the intensity of her climax saw her seeing stars. His eyes looked up at her coyly even as his tongue continued to flick at the diamond-hard nub of her nipple and his hips kept pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. The look alone was enough to tell that he was pleased with making her orgasm, but that it was also likely the first of many. Lyn had learned by now not to underestimate this young sexual demigod, as she’d seen his skill and staying power firsthand. If his previous exploits were any indication, she knew she would be a quivering, sweaty, overstimulated mess by the time he was through with drawing orgasms out of her before he finally reached his eventual conclusion.
As Lyn’s orgasm abated, Torren keenly seemed to know it as well, and he briefly got up on his knees, gripped his cock at its base and drew it slowly out of her inch by inch. Lyn watched with bated breath as every inch of that throbbing, gorgeous pale member slipped out of her, covered liberally in her own juices. When his cock popped out of her wetly, she already felt empty without it, like a piece of herself was missing. Faster than she was expecting, any oversensitivity or tire she felt from her previous orgasm was gone and she felt invigorated again by seeing her handsome betrothed’s member again, hard and ready for her.
By this point, Lyn was practically desperate to make Torren cum. She could not fathom how he’d held on for this long, lasting his way through a blowjob and a round of lovemaking. If the rapid throbbing of his cock was any indication though, she believed that he might actually be getting close finally, and she did not want to delay any longer, despite him giving her a quick break after her climax.
She leaned over and kissed him again, snaking her tongue into his mouth and his tongue tangled with hers for a moment. After she broke off from the kiss, she moved on top of him and gave him a gentle shove back onto the bed, laying him down where she had been. He looked up at her with a bit of surprise, but allowed her to direct him as she saw fit. She swung her leg over him as she mounted him, grinding his erect cock against her wet labia.
“Some Sarosan men are unwilling to let their woman take the lead. Male pride and all that. I don’t suppose this will be a problem for you though, will it?” Torren shook his head, grinning at her. Lyn smiled. “I thought not, my young love.”
She settled herself above the plump tip of Torren’s cock, rubbing herself back and forth against it several times before she let herself sink down onto it with a pleasured sigh from them both. She felt that exquisite fullness of her young white lion inside her again, and she delighted in seeing his handsome face scrunch up in an amusing gesture as he was fully sheathed inside her again.
Although she controlled the pace this time, riding him as her ample dark breasts swayed and bounced with her motions, he was not idle. His hips met her halfway every time she bobbed up and down, milking his cock with her motions. Soon enough, he leaned the upper half of his body up and hugged himself tightly around her, breathing in her scent and getting lost in her as she worked her body atop him. They both were getting louder now and were glistening with sweat as she rode in his lap, wet sounds of their intense lovemaking echoing through the bedchamber. They were both moaning, and then crying out blissfully, uncaring as to who in the castle might hear them.
He buried his head between her breasts and she clutched him close as she felt her pussy fluttering around his girth as he slipped in and out of her. She could feel his cock throbbing even harder, and she knew he was only seconds away from finishing inside her. The thought of it was intoxicating. This studly boy had inseminated who knows how many Norslander women, and his virile seed had even managed to impregnate at least one of them. Now it was her turn, instead of Willa’s or any of the others. Hell, he could inseminate her and make her belly fat with child right now, before they were even married. However unlikely, the vision of her walking down the great castle hall to recite her marriage vows to him during their wedding, with his child growing inside her, was so sordid, and it turned her on even more.
Their motions went into overdrive as they pushed each other to a mutual climax. She was practically riding him like a steed now while he thrust up into her. Her tight pussy was squeezing his cock and she heard a shuddering, boyish grunt and a gasp. His thick stem pulsed inside her and grew ever so slightly thicker, and the sensation set off her next orgasm in perfect tandem with his. She gripped him tightly and gasped as she came, clenching down on him to finally bring him to his long-overdue finish that she’d been trying to get from him.
A moment later, she felt a warmth deep inside her, his cockhead pressing at the entrance of her womb as rope after thick, frothy rope of his youthful semen spurted out of his cock, filling her deepest place with sticky, wet heat. Her fingers dug into back as they moaned and shivered against each other, his load of baby batter filling her up and bringing her to a state of bliss she’d never experienced. Even the first man she’d had inside her had not finished with her; she’d urged that man to cum on her belly and breasts. This was the first time she knew the feeling of warm semen gushing inside her, and it was a feeling she wanted more of, especially with Torren.
Their mutual, blissful orgasm came to completion and she fell against him. They held each other close for several long moments as his cock continued pulsing out a final few lingering spurts of cum inside her before finally beginning to soften and slip from her pussy. She leaned up and kissed him chastely this time, and he smiled, returning the kiss.
“So, Lady Vallon? What do you think? Still think I’m a boy?” he asked jokingly, rubbing circles along her back and stroking her lush hair.
She let out a mock sound of indecision. “Hmm perhaps. I just might have to return to Sarosa and marry some fat old merchant, after all,” she said, winking at him as they both laughed. “At least he wouldn’t take days to bring to completion. Gods, Torren. I thought you’d never be able to finish.”
He grinned cheekily and boyishly, quite proud of himself. She rolled her eyes but then looked back at him with love…and a never ending hunger. “I need a short respite, but don’t think I’m finished with you yet, my white lion.” She crawled over and kissed him passionately again as they prepared themselves for another round.
Over the next couple hours, the two betrothed lovers made love in every position they could think of, giving each other a workout they’d both never had before. Torren was in peak physical condition for his age, of course, so it was less of a struggle for him. While Lyn herself was in good shape as well, it was a bit harder for her to keep up with his boundless stamina, but somehow she managed. He’d rutted her from behind like an animal, she’d bent her flexible legs back to her ears while he drove down into her from above, he fucked her in front of the blazing hearth, and finally he fucked her luscious breasts, just like she’d seen him to Willa, and she delighted in being able to finally indulge in this peculiar activity that Norslander women (or at least Willa) partook in with their men. The sight of his pale cock pushing in and out of her ample, darker skinned bosom was breathtaking, as was him covering her breasts in his seed thereafter.
When it was all finished, she was the exhausted, sweaty, heap that she imagined she’d be by the end of this, a river of cum flowing from her well-fucked cunt. He was dozing off beside her with a small smile on his handsome young face, and she shook her head with amusement. She felt more fulfilled than she ever had in her life, but this energy and sexual prowess of his was going to be a problem…albeit a very good problem to have.
Perhaps sating her betrothed’s lusts would be a task that she would not be able to handle on her own. She might sometimes require help, and fortunately there were many eager Norslander women in this castle who would be able to oblige…
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