Virginblood (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 4) (8 page)

So she took the coward’s way out. She
submitted her body to this moonlit game of chance, and she'd told
herself it did not matter which brother caught her first. A cock
was a cock. They were all as terrible as each other. They would
share her anyway, as was their tradition, and she would be wife to
all seven men. By telling herself all this she could pretend none
of the blame was her own. She was being hunted down and forced. It
was not her fault, not her sin.

Was it?

Oh, she did not know which it would
be, but she knew which of them she wanted to claim her virginity.
Had the other women known it too?

Suddenly two arms came around her from
behind and she was hoisted into the air, her long hair swinging
around her naked body.

A shout of celebration echoed around
the yard.

"I claim the virgin's
blood!"

It was Ramon.

Thank....God?

* * * *

She was slippery with sweat and
perfumed oil, but he clung on to his prize, laughing. "Now you are
mine, Jeanne. Now I will have you at last."

Her arms went around his shoulders,
her legs around his waist and she clung there, almost as if it was
where she wanted to be. Ram was surprised by that, and very
pleased. His heart was beating strong and proud. Seed was already
surging in his loins at the thought of claiming his woman. Being
her first.

He had never had a virgin
before.

His brothers, panting, cursing and
laughing, all gathered around with their wine, ready to toast the
winner as he laid her on the fleeces before the fire.

There was, naturally, some teasing. He
would expect nothing less.

"Are you sure your cock can manage the
job, young Ram? I've got something bigger if you need
help."

"Do you know where to find it, Ram?
Would you like me to show you?"

Jeanne lay back on the fleece, her
face flushed, her eyes half hidden under dark, shy lashes. Her
beauty made his heart ache, as it had done ever since he first saw
her. Stark naked under him she was a treasure almost too fine to be
plundered.

"Shall we hold her down for you, Ram?
She might make a bolt for it if you don't make haste."

He cursed at his rowdy brothers and
quickly began stripping off his chausses, but only got them as far
as his knees. No time to remove his boots. Every inch of his body
was afire with the need to ravish. His muscles were tight, his mind
focused on the delight he was about to experience.

Jeanne blinked and raised her lashes a
little higher. He watched her lower lip tuck under the upper as she
anxiously surveyed his naked form and his rampant cock.

"Open wide, virgin," shouted Nino,
"here comes your new master."

All around him his brothers laughed
and then Salvador, as the eldest, called for a moment of solemnity
as he gave a toast to the full moon.

In that quieter pause, Ram lowered his
mouth to Jeanne's and kissed her, slowly, carefully. He let his
tongue slide over hers, caressing and stroking. Her nipples brushed
his chest and her legs moved against his, parting under
him.

"Enough kissing," Sebastien exclaimed.
"Rut the wench and let’s see the blood."

Ram rolled his eyes and whispered his
apology in her ear. He thought he felt her chuckle softly, as her
small hands touched his buttocks. Instantly his sac tightened and
he felt the shiver of seed up his shaft. His groin ached with
desire. He was torn between savoring his prize and needing to be
balls deep in that tight pussy.

Eventually need won out. He knelt,
looking down at her, parting her nether lips with his fingers. How
small she was. She lifted her hips slightly, urging him in. Gently
he eased two fingers between her dewy folds, testing the opening,
seeing how well she would stretch for him. He didn't want to hurt
her, but he knew he would. It was inevitable.

But the quicker the pain was over the
better. Then she could know sheer pleasure. He would take her to a
heaven of the sort she'd never dreamed.

He grabbed her hands and kissed them
both. Then he stood, his leather chausses still around his knees,
and beckoned for his brothers to lift her.

Standing with his feet apart, he held
his cock, his fingers wrapped around the thick root. It pulsed hard
and fast, the crest swelling with the desire to do its job and
mate.

"Put her on me," he muttered, his
voice low and thick. "Put her on my cock and I'll pierce her
maidenhead the way it should be done. With one strike of my ram
rod."

Dom and Sal lifted her, spread her
legs wide and carried her to where he stood. Her breasts jostled,
the nipples dark and pointy, longing to be milked. But his cock
would get milked first, he mused. His brothers were silent now,
watching eagerly.

"Give me that virgin cunny," he
growled.

* * * *

She was trembling as his eldest
brothers lowered her onto Ram's thick, tall cock. They gave her no
time to adjust to the invasion. Ram held her waist and joined them
in forcing her down in one brutal thrust.

Jeanne felt the blinding pain of being
ripped open and she screamed, went dizzy, her head falling back.
Although she thought she would pass out, she did not. Heat pushed
upward from her sex and into her belly. Her breasts seemed to swell
against the hard planes of his bare chest.

For a moment they held her there, his
manhood filling her, claiming her. His brother's cheered in
celebration. She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. Ram's eyes
were closed, his cheeks sucked in, his lips held firm.

Slowly his brothers lifted her a few
inches up that shaft and then back down. She groaned. His eyelids
flickered, but stayed shut. They moved her again, up and down. Now
she felt the warm blood of her maidenhead trickling out and Ram
must have felt it too, for his lashes lifted and his eyes met
hers.

He smiled slowly, showing her his fine
white teeth.

She flung her arms around his
shoulders and buried her hot face in the side of his neck, inhaling
his sweat.

Distantly she was aware of Nino
crouching down behind her and she knew someone had passed him a
wine goblet, but she did not know what he did. Neither did she
care. She was filled, possessed, claimed, by the man she
loved.

After a paused, Dom and Sal moved her
again, lifting her up and down his shaft. Finally they laid her
down on the fleece again and Ram finished his job, pounding into
her with slow, deep thrusts. When he came it was with a wolfish
howl and then Jeanne knew he was the one who made the same sound
before in the yard when he spanked her. It had not been the spit
boy at all. It had been this boy. This naughty, rude, delicious
boy. Aelfa often said that all men were really just overgrown
boys.

Now Jeanne understood what she meant.
Jeanne understood everything now.

* * * *

Celebrating the start of another new
tradition, the brothers passed around the goblet of wine in which
they had also collected the virgin's blood. Even Jeanne, when
offered, took a shy taste of it.

Ram, holding her in his lap, kissed
her tenderly. "You are our bride now, Jeanne. You belong to all of
us."

She nodded, swallowing. "I...I
know."

But tonight she would be sore, so the
group claiming would not occur yet. For tonight she was just his.
His brothers could look on with envy and wait their
turn.

Chapter Seven

The wedding took place three days
after Virginblood.

Jeanne had been shown the branding
marks on each of the other wives, so she knew what was coming, but
she had not been warned the entire castellany would attend to
witness her branding.

She did not know until she was taken
out into the yard and laid on the raised podium. Angrily she
thought of complaining later to her mistress. But then she
remembered she was now her own mistress. She was no longer a
servant, but a wife. This was her new place in life.

Her legs were spread, her ankles tied
and pudenda shaved. The crowd was quieter today, watching in awe.
It was a very different occasion to the rowdy spanking she'd once
been given in that same spot.

Ram stood over her and promised it
would be over quickly, no more than a bee sting. She'd been given
some wine and herbs to drink first, so she was, in fact, rather
drowsy. Still a ripple of fear swept through her as she heard the
clang of the branding iron and smelled the hot coals.

She turned her gaze up to the dull
November sky and watched geese fly overhead. For a moment she felt
as if she was with them, soaring on the wind. How nice it was to be
free just like them, to spread one’s wings and take off. How
strange it must be to look down on the scene so far below and
see—

Ouch
! That. Hurt.

"You bastard," she yelled, tears
springing over her lashes.

But then she felt a cooling compress
placed to her sex and knew it was done. Over. She was a d'Anzeray.
They had branded her as their property. The bastards!

* * * *

Dominigo's huge prick would take some
getting used to, she mused as he began prying her body open with
it. He had already apologized to her several times for his size,
poor man. Behind her, Ram was fingering her anus, preparing her
with some sort of salve, readying her to take a cock
there.

She thought of all the other times
she'd spied upon these men and their wives, never suspecting she
would one day join in. And happily. How innocent she had once been.
Not now.

They were laid on fleeces and skins by
the warm fire. Aelfa currently rode Sebastien as if he were a
warhorse, bouncing on his groin, taking him over a few fences.
Nino, meanwhile, was trying to get her to stay still long enough to
take his cock up her bottom. Salvador, Raul and Alonso knelt with
their pricks in hand, awaiting a turn wherever they might push
in.

Jeanne yelped when she felt Ram
pushing into her backside. Crushed between the two brothers she
could do nothing but lay still and serve as their plaything. Dom
kissed her brow and worked his incredible cock steadily in and out
of her pussy, whispering that she felt so good, like fine silk
dipped in rich cream. Every prominent ridge and vein of his manhood
stroked the walls of her pussy, his rhythm quickening as he drove
her to climax. Behind her Ram panted against her nape and then
nibbled her shoulder as he plunged deeper into her arse, his hands
gripping her hips.

She caught her breath, afraid she
would be killed. Was it possible they would break her small body in
two? Looking for air, she turned her face upward and found Salvador
on his knees, his cock ready and waiting for her, his eyes dark and
fierce. His broad, hairy thighs were chorded with muscle, and she
could smell leather mingling with his sexual musk.

Jeanne briefly considered biting his
shaft and teaching him a lesson. He needn't think his rough
spanking had tamed her tongue. She may no longer be a maiden, but
she would always speak her mind.

But instead of biting in protest, she
opened her mouth wide and took him down into her throat. After all,
she was his wife too now, even if he was a mean-tempered bastard.
His eyes finally lightened slightly, and then he stroked his thumb
along her cheek.

She sucked harder and flicked her
emboldened tongue across his salty crest.

Glancing upward, she saw his lips part
as he drew a startled breath. His knees shifted closer and if she
was not mistaken he just gave her a low growl of approval. He
seemed surprised, pleased and yet unwilling to show his
pleasure.

So then Jeanne, once a naive maid,
massaged his shaft with her mouth and her throat, the way Princesa
had taught her. She tickled his tiny opening with the tip of her
tongue until he began to spurt his cream, unable to hold back. At
that same moment she felt Ram shooting his own load inside her, and
Dom with a gleeful roar spent a hot wet sack-full of seed likewise
deep into her cunny.

She forgot the world around her and
all her doubts and fears.

Even if she never made it past St.
Peter, she no longer cared. She would have her heaven here, with
these men. She would live for the now, not for what might be.
Neither would she dwell on past sins.

In the arms of the d'Anzeray—men who
had once appalled and disgusted her—Jeanne felt cleansed,
reborn.

Soon, under the protection of her
seven husbands, she would flourish and blossom. She might even grow
bolder, she mused wickedly.

Sal would not much like that, she
suspected.

Oh well, could not please everyone all
at once. Although she could try. And so far they seemed very well
content with their new bride.

Aelfa's tale of the Virginblood did
prove to be true in that it brought fortune to the Castle
d'Anzeray.