Virginblood (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 4) (7 page)

At the same moment, Nino, sprawled
under the redhead, suddenly grabbed her waist and pumped his hips
quickly, growling like a bear, opening his mouth wide over one of
those swollen nipples.

"Uh oh," Raul whispered in Jeanne's
ear as he held her in the tight circle of his arms. "There goes my
little brother, filling that lovely pussy with good
seed."

The brothers gathered around, petting
and stroking and kissing Aelfa.

"Come on," said Raul. "Now it's your
turn, little Jeanne."

* * * *

Raul brought her to the log in the
stream. "Don't fret," Ram told her. "We just want to know for sure
that you're a virgin. No one is going to hurt you."

She looked at the other men. "I can
see that. Your cocks are spent and lay idle again."

He was amused. Apparently she thought
that meant she was safe. Glaring at Ram, she demanded to know
whether this was his idea.

He grinned. "No. It was Sal's. He
doesn't believe in virgins. He wants proof."

The eldest brother was regarding her
with eyes like thunderclouds. It was true Sal had been in a bad
temper lately and nothing seemed to get him out of it. Perhaps a
little new sport would help, thought Ram.

"Sit down on the log," he told Jeanne.
"Let Aelfa look at you."

"Aelfa? Why?"

Their red-headed wife smiled and knelt
in the stream. "It won't hurt, I promise you, sweetling." While Ram
and Dom placed firm hands on Jeanne's shoulders, Aelfa lifted her
skirt over her thighs and pressed her knees apart. "Far better for
me to do it as the men might go too far. My fingers are smaller and
gentler."

Jeanne must have realized then what
the other woman meant to do for she stiffened and tried to close
her knees, but to no avail. Aelfa had a strong grip and she leaned
her face in, using her tongue to bring ease and reassurance. The
brother's gathered in the stream, watching intently.

"Take her gown off," Sal snapped. "I
want to see her naked."

Ram knew they all wanted to look at
those splendid tits. With Dom's help he got her woolen gown off
over her head and then her shift likewise. She was trembling, but
with cold not fear. Tiny goose bumps fluttered visibly over her
skin. Ram noticed that her legs had relaxed, her knees falling
apart more easily now that Aelfa worked her pussy with that clever
tongue.

They leaned her back slightly, and
Aelfa lifted Jeanne's feet to the log so that the brothers could
see everything she did.

"That's a pretty pussy, " said Dom
solemnly. "So small, eh?"

"And pink," observed Nino, grabbing
his balls in one hand. "She's enjoying our wife's
tongue."

Salvador sloshed forward in the water
and crouched. He stroked Aelfa's shining autumnal locks and eased
her face slightly to one side so they could all view her tongue
lapping over Jeanne's labia with steady strokes. "Go betwixt," he
urged huskily, his gaze fixed hard on that virgin pussy.

Aelfa chuckled softly and then pressed
her tongue into Jeanne's sex.

Ram felt his cock pulsing again
already, filling and stiffening. "She tastes like cream and honey,
does she not, Aelfa?"

The wife nodded but kept her tongue
flicking away inside the virgin, clearly enjoying her
task.

"When did you taste her cunt?" Sal
wanted to know, frowning.

"When I found her praying in the barn
that day." Ram laughed. "Surely you didn't think I was content to
watch her fiddle with herself?"

Sal snorted. "True. I might have known
you wouldn't resist that sweet puss."

Dom suddenly hunkered down and turned
Jeanne's face so he could kiss her. "What a delight you are, little
Jeanne. Do you like what Aelfa does down there?"

The maid closed her eyes, licked her
lips and finally allowed a small nod.

"She'd ready then, Aelfa," Dom said,
cupping one of those full breasts in his hand. "Make her come, and
then she'll be ready for your finger."

* * * *

Jeanne felt as if this was a dream. It
couldn't really be happening to her. Surely she was not sitting on
a log, stark naked, while a woman ate her pussy and seven men stood
around watching.

But it was so. The bark of the log
rubbing under her bottom told her that this was real. Dom's hand
squeezing her breast quite roughly told her the same thing.
Finally, the woman's tongue sliding in and out of her yearning
pussy was driving her mercilessly to a sharp peak of pleasure. And
there was no pretending it wasn't happening.

Her heels pressed down harder on the
log and she gasped, jerking. Oh, it was wonderful!

Jeanne, previously always the giver,
never having the favor returned by her mistress, at last knew the
joyous freedom of letting go, falling into another woman's caress.
It had been different with Ram's mouth for he was forceful and
she'd been trying to scramble away, too shocked to relax and enjoy
what he did. This time, with a woman's tongue, she felt less
fearful. Besides, the men were holding her and she told herself
that there was no escape.

Dom kissed her again and then put his
lips to her nipple. Ram did the same to her other
breast.

Moments later, rocking and moaning,
she came hard, feeding Aelfa's greedy cat mouth just as Ram had
done earlier. The men looked on, quiet for once, but clearly
enjoying the performance.

Salvador was eager for his "proof",
however, and while the orgasm still quaked throughout Jeanne's body
he commanded Aelfa to proceed with her investigation. He knelt
behind the wife and began easing his newly erect cock into her
vagina from behind, while she slipped a finger carefully inside
Jeanne.

With Dom and Ram still suckling her
breasts, she sat as still as she could as that prying finger moved
inside her pussy. Salvador's thrusts into his wife's cunny kept
pushing her forward, almost as if he meant to control the motion of
her finger, as if he would direct it and force it deeper, as if he
fucked Jeanne by proxy.

She feared then that her maidenhead
would be breached, but Aelfa was careful and after a few breathless
seconds announced her findings to the gathered men.

"Yes, I feel the barrier. She is
intact."

Ram lifted his mouth from her nipple.
"I told you so," he said proudly.

"Go back to licking her then," snapped
Salvador, fucking Aelfa with strong, hard strokes from behind.
"Suck the sauce out of the proud wench, so I can watch the haughty
brat come many times."

So Aelfa buried her face again while
the eldest brother rutted her roughly from behind, pushing her up
against Jeanne's pussy with every forward thrust. His eyes stared
into Jeanne's, and her heart pounded. For now the other brothers
were content taking turns with her breasts, but she knew then that
this was her fate. One of these men would take her virginity and
soon.

The best she could do for herself was
choose the time and place.

It was then that she remembered
Aelfa's tale of the Virginblood.

Chapter Six

"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Lady Isobel asked.

Jeanne nodded, blushing. She wanted to
know what the other women experienced. She had to know now. After
so long being on the outside she was hurting.

"They will make her a wife," said
Princesa, smiling happily. "Of course she wants to do
it."

"She belongs with us," Aelfa added,
running a comb through Jeanne's hair slowly from crown to curling
tip.

They had all decided she would wear it
loose tonight, and it fell like a dark, lush cloak over her
shoulders. Jeanne had never worn it thus for she'd been raised to
think that showing off one's hair was vanity and that, of course,
was a sin. But these women insisted she keep it unbound
tonight.

"Wild and free," as Aelfa called
it.

Yes, it was an apt description and not
just for her hair tonight.

Jeanne had nothing in which to see her
reflection, but the heavy brown waves falling over her shoulders
were visible in the corner of her vision. She knew the little
sparks of dull gold, usually picked out by the sunlight, were not
in evidence tonight. They hid among the dark locks, just as her
last-minute doubts were hidden too.

It was Samhain and outside the narrow
window a full, silvery moon shone down upon the yard, casting a
different, sultry light on all it touched. There was something
mysterious about the moon, thought Jeanne. The sun was all heat and
glare—nothing could hide from it. But the moonlight created as many
secrets as it uncovered. The moonlight made strange and wanton
creatures come to life.

Standing naked with these three women
tending to her bath, Jeanne felt special, pampered. Tonight she was
the fine lady, clean from head to toe and rubbed with perfumed
oils. Even her fingernails were scrubbed until they gleamed.
Usually she was the one who did the tending, but not tonight.
Everything was upside down and inside out. And like one of those
naughty, impish creatures that came out in moonlight, Jeanne
relished it.

In keeping with Aelfa's story of the
Virginblood ceremony, she was to wear nothing. It symbolized her
purity, she supposed. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"I wonder who will catch you first,"
said Princesa, passing her a cup of spiced wine. "Who will claim
Virginblood? I believe they are all determined to be your first,
Jeanne. There will be a fight over it to be sure."

"Men never need much excuse to fight,"
Aelfa remarked, her tone pragmatic as she finished arranging
Jeanne's hair. "Let them work out some of their excess energy
tonight. I will certainly enjoy a break from it."

Lady Isobel stood at the window and
looked out. "'Tis a full moon and that always does strange things
to the tempers of man and beast. For pity's sake, Jeanne, once one
of them has caught you don't try to keep running."

Jeanne began to get the impression she
was about to be torn limb from limb.

Dear god, what had she agreed
to?

She quickly swallowed her entire
goblet of wine, grateful for the little kick it gave her nerves. No
going back now.

Princesa gave her a quick kiss on the
cheek. "If Aelfa's tale is true, you will bring good fortune to the
castellany tonight with the sacrifice of your
maidenhead."

"Of course 'tis true," Aelfa
protested. "Would I tell a lie?"

Isobel came over and embraced her
maid, then whispered slyly in her ear. "Run by the threshing
barn."

She did not know why her mistress had
told her that, but she sensed all three women had something up
their sleeves. They were looking at her with foolish smiles on
their faces. Evidently they had conspired in some way to control
what happened tonight, rather than let it become the free-for-all
the men expected.

* * * *

He crouched in the dark by the barn
wall, his pulse pounding. His brothers had all hidden in various
places around the castle, waiting for sight of the naked prey,
ready to give chase and hunt her down. For some reason, Princesa
had come to Ram that day and advised him to wait by the barn. He
trusted Princesa and so there he was, waiting, hoping.

Naturally his brothers were equally
determined to capture the virgin. There had been great excitement
that day when Jeanne announced she was willing to be their
sacrifice, that she was ready to lose her maidenhead to the one who
caught her. All seven brothers had immediately declared themselves
the probable victor, and there had been a few good-natured
skirmishes over it.

Humility and modesty were not often
found in the blood of the d'Anzeray. They were a competitive
bunch.

As he stared out at the moonlight
yard, Ram thought he saw a sliver of movement. He held his breath,
poised to run.

Yes, there it was. A flicker of white
dashing between shadows. Coming nearer. Legs, arms,
breasts.

He sprang, but as he did so there was
other movement. At least four of his brothers had also seen the
naked woman. The chase was on.

* * * *

She heard them coming for her in the
moonlight. Their steps were heavy against the cobbled yard. Someone
slipped and cursed.

Jeanne ran for the threshing barn, but
when she saw a man's shape there she could not be sure which
brother it was, so she did not slow down. Breath burning in her
throat, her heart fit to burst, she sped on, the sound of her
hunters gaining ground. Which of them was Ram? There were all of
similar height and coloring. Only Sal and Dom were taller than the
others. Dom was enormous, in fact. But Ram—he had something else in
his eyes and in his smile. Something that had lured her into this
wickedness, made her reckless and wanton.

Unfortunately she was
still too ashamed of her needs to admit out loud that she
wanted
him
. She
could not bring herself to lay one hand upon his chest and say,
"Yes, I want this man to make love to me."