The Craftsman (13 page)

Emma closed her eyes, giving her arse to the air and to his gaze, her shift pulled up over hips. Outside the chamber Thierry Bonnenfant waited. It made her smile to think of him—once the loud, annoying boy who hunted with her brothers and teased her for being “all bones, eyes and legs”. Apparently he felt differently these days. Probably because she belonged to another man. Emma had realized that the moment she caught him looking at her on her wedding day. If she was available to him he wouldn’t want her. Hence his disinterest in his wife.

Wulf had coated his wax implement in something wet and slick. He pushed it at the crack in her bottom and she tried her best to relax. A flare of shocking pain passed slowly into a burning sensation as he forced it through the tight ring of her anus. When she groaned, he kissed her pussy and she trembled, a quicksilver excitement flushing deep in her body. She gasped into the fleece blanket beneath her face, her fingers tightened into fists.

Her husband stroked her buttocks with his fingertips and his tongue lapped at her labia again. Her muscles tensed around the hardened wax as he moved it within her using one hand.

“Do you like it, Emma?”

She could only grunt in reply, her mouth pushed into the fleece. Again he moved it with his hand.

“I wish you could see how it looks,” he murmured. And then he walked around to the side of the bed, showing her his erection. “This is what the sight does to me.”

She swallowed hard and felt the pulse through her throat, her belly, her groin and then her bottom, sharply squeezing on the plug. It seemed unlikely that the sight of her new husband’s swollen, hardened cock would ever be commonplace to her.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

She nodded, although she wasn’t sure. He held her hand, helping her up. Her shift dropped down again to cover her legs to her ankles, but the wax peg kept her buttocks apart and a shiver of heat jagged from a point inside her anus to the crest of her sex and shot her to an instant climax. Raw and vicious. Breathless, she held onto the carved bed post with her free hand.

“Wait for me, Emma,” her husband whispered, half laughing. “Don’t use it all up yet.”

She glowered at him. “Hurry then.” If she took another step, the present he’d made for her would probably cause another echo of sensations through her loins. She was already dripping with raw lust, sticky with it. She wouldn’t be surprised if she melted the damn wax. “Let him in for heaven’s sake.”

He left her standing at the foot of the bed and opened the door for Thierry Bonnenfant.

* * * *

Watching her tense face, he knew she was hovering on the brink again. He recognized the feeling—could hardly wait to be inside her again. He wondered how it would feel with Thierry in the chamber. Yesterday, with the soldiers watching, he’d felt ravenous, unstoppable. But Thierry was another matter. Those soldiers he knew and trusted, since they’d traveled with him, had lived with him in his years of confinement. They were simple men, quiet, uncomplicated.

But he was curious about fair-haired, charming Thierry who held onto his true wood grain just as hard as Emma did. The man was clearly no stranger to sexual encounters of this nature. He stripped off quickly and sat on the bed. His cock was well-made, solid, good proportions. Catching Wulf’s gaze, he smiled, rubbing one hand slowly along his length. “Where do you want me then. Do I get to fuck, and who? Or just watch?”

Wulf was also naked and he’d seen Thierry’s eyes roving quickly over his manhood. He’d already heard rumors about Thierry’s varied sexual proclivities, but put it down to gossip. Now he knew the truth. The man was almost drooling as he eyed the broad, crimson head of Wulf’s lance, but he was equally aroused by the sight of Emma in her transparent shift. During his years of imprisonment, Wulf had seen men copulating with each other. He’d never partaken of it himself and no one dared approach him, but he was fascinated by the idea. Thierry Bonnenfant’s beauty was unique, he mused; it was the sort that could be appreciated by women or men. If he ever tried it with a man it would be with someone like Thierry.

“Show him your honey spoon,” he whispered to Emma. “I want him to play with it while you suck me.”

Serving as the dutiful bride again, she obeyed, kneeling on the bed before Thierry and lifting her shift. Wulf walked to the foot of the bed and presented his erection for her mouth, while Thierry studied the wax plug that filled her arse. He felt the lovely warmth of her mouth and throat, her lips clamping down on his flesh. Ah yes, this he liked very much. He moved his hips, his shaft fucking her mouth.

“How does it look Thierry?”

The man on the bed had hold of the circle at one end of her “honey spoon” and worked it slowly in and out to the same rhythm, smiling at Wulf. “It looks like your wife is enjoying it.” He wiped his finger on her labia and raised it to show Wulf, who chuckled softly at the sticky proof. The wax plug worked better than a finger, he mused. And it would stretch her anus for further games, such as those he’d watched his brothers play, years ago.

Seed flowed up his staff. Her tongue was tickling his cock head. Teasing wench. Did she want him to spill so soon? Grabbing her hair, he pulled his manhood out of her tight mouth so suddenly it made a loud, wet ‘pop’. She panted, greedily eyeing his heavy balls. Her eyes were shimmering with green and gold, her spine arching like that of a wild cat. He couldn’t see what Thierry was doing, but he had both hands between her legs and her hips were raised high, her buttocks spread.

Holding his cock, Wulf walked around to see for himself. Thierry was fucking her arse slowly with the wax plug while his other hand cupped and squeezed her pussy. She moved her knees on the fleece, spreading herself wider, moaning loudly.

Wulf knelt on the bed, wanting in. Keeping the plug wedged in her anus, Thierry hitched to one side, making room on the bed, but to Wulf’s surprise, he did not go far. His long, sun-browned warrior’s hands grabbed Wulf’s cock and eased it toward that pink, clenching pussy.

“Fuck your bride,” Thierry urged, smiling. “She’s a beauty. So are you. I’ve longed to watch the two of you mating.”

The man was touching him without permission, but Wulf’s cock jerked and swelled. On impulse he’d raised his arms to push Thierry’s hands aside; instead he raked his trembling fingers back through his hair and allowed Thierry to hold the thick root, guiding that great length until it was deep inside Emma’s pussy.

Then Thierry sat back and watched, while Wulf ground home in his wife’s silky cunt.

Heat streaked through his cock as her tight vaginal walls held him, nursing him as greedily as her mouth. There was no sensation to compare to this—being inside Emma. And knowing Thierry Bonnenfant was watching, envying. Admiring them both.

He slid the wax plug from her anus and heard her sigh. Until Thierry mentioned it at supper, it had never occurred to Wulf that the implement would ready her there for plowing. When he crafted it earlier he’d thought only of finding a way to bring his wife double the pleasure. Now he realized there were other benefits. But her backside was tight still. Slowly he pushed the plug back into her bottom. He glanced over at Thierry and watched him masturbating on the edge of the bed, that handsome cock moving swiftly in and out of his clenched fist.

Pulling out of his wife’s pussy, he leaned over and whispered to her. The plug still in her anus, she moved around on her knees and took Thierry’s manhood into her mouth.

Wulf was in a benevolent mood.

And when he eyed Thierry’s heavy balls he was more curious than he’d ever been.

* * * *

Emma had now cast aside every last vestige of the meek woman she was once. She licked Thierry’s shaft, sampling his unique taste and then lowered her lips over the moist head. Though not as thick as her husband’s member, it was still a fine size and a considerable feast.

“Will you let him take you while I watch?” Wulf whispered in her ear.

She stiffened. Her first instinct was to protest. He’d told her no other cock but his would ever enter her. But Thierry Bonnenfant sat ready, his cock proud and full. And she did not know if her pussy could refuse the offering. Not with her husband gently imploring her to take part. She knelt up. Wulf moved behind her on the bed, cupped her bottom and eased her forward.

“Sit astride his lap.”

She was soaking wet. Both men must know it. Her musk was ripe in the air. Wulf had primed her well with his own divining rod and each time his fingers moved the smooth waxen peg in her arse she caught her breath in delight as another little spark shot from her anus to that naughty spot inside her pussy.

Legs parted, she came down astride the other man’s thighs, his cock jutting up at her belly, his sac nestled against her pubic hair.

Wulf swept her hair back with both hands and whispered in her ear. “You know that’s not what I meant, Emma. I want to see you mount his cock. I want to see you move up and down on it.”

At his whispered urging, wanton desire spiraled in her groin, moistening her valley further still. Thierry put his hands around her waist and lifted her until her pussy was directly above his masthead and then, with her husband’s help she was lowered again. Wulf’s hand was under her, guiding the other man’s cock inside. In this position it filled her pussy most pleasingly, the head nudging up into her almost as far as Wulf’s did. Thierry smiled and kissed her breasts as they came before his face and she rested her arms over his shoulders.

“Up and down,” Wulf prompted, his fingertips running down her spine to her the crack of her bottom, fingering the plug again.

Thierry helped her, holding her waist again, raising and lowering her on his dick for her husband’s viewing enjoyment. Each time Thierry brought her back down, the motion disturbed the peg in her arse and made her pussy clench.

“How does that feel, Emma?”

She could only groan in reply.

Wulf stood behind and pulled the wax peg out of her. Almost at once he replaced it with his finger, pushing up through her tight muscle to test how far it had opened her.

“Do you like my wife’s pussy, Thierry?”

“Oh yes.” The other man grinned broadly. Emma squeezed her cunt tighter on his prick, knowing her husband’s prying finger would feel the same sensation deep in her arse. She turned her head to kiss Wulf and told him that what she really wanted right now was his big cock inside her, along with Thierry’s.

He chuckled, wriggling his finger in her back passage. “You will have it my love, be patient. Do you think you can take us both at once?”

She wasn’t sure. She only knew she had to try. Her body was afire with desire. Her pussy ached around Thierry’s cock, needing more. Yearning and wet.

“Lay back Thierry. We’ll see if I can get in.”

The other man quickly settled back on the bed, his hands fondling her breasts while his hips thrust up into her. Wulf whispered at her to lay down over Thierry’s torso and then she felt his hands parting her buttocks wide. His breath skimmed the crack and then his tongue lapped at her puckered hole. She heard him chuckle and warn Thierry not to come just yet. His tongue was gone from her arse, but when she looked back over her shoulder he was still bent down, doing something between Thierry’s spread legs. She felt the man under her begin to buck and squirm, catching his breath in shock. Inside her pussy his cock grew and twitched.

Her husband, she realized, was sucking Thierry’s balls. Her excitement quickened as she saw and felt what it did to the other man. Thierry arched, thrusting, his jaw tight. His cock felt bigger, pushing at her womb. She could hear the sounds of her husband lapping at Thierry’s sac and then his tongue swept up to tickle her swollen labia where they stretched around that cock.

Wulf’s tongue lapped further up and found her anus. Crying out, she stiffened, heart racing. Down came the flood of orgasm. Thierry grabbed her wildly jerking hips, cursing under his breath. Barely had she coasted over that peak, when she heard the two men quietly and quickly conferring. Her husband’s cock was simply too much to take in her arse and he wanted to swap places. The other man readily agreed. She was lifted up and turned, slid down onto her husband’s prick while Thierry positioned himself behind her. A few breathless seconds passed as he used something from a clay pot beside the bed and then she jolted at the sudden sensation of a hard, wet head pushing up at her anus. Thierry went slowly, holding her hips, his cock slick from the earlier fucking. Emma gasped. The pressure intensified. Wulf chuckled as she tightened her pussy walls around his thickness, squeezing tighter than ever.

“Yes,” he hissed, encouraging Thierry over her shoulder. “She spoke the truth when she said it only gets better.”

Both cocks were now inside her, vibrating deep with her body, making her purr and giggle. First Wulf fucked her, moving her on his shaft and on Thierry’s. Then he allowed the other man to take over. When they finally coordinated their rhythm, working their cocks in turn, the friction was incredible. Glorious. It shattered her thoughts and every last vestige of control. Thierry was the first to come, spending with a grunt, his breath scorching the nape of her neck. But Wulf pounded onward, his jaw grinding, eyes on her lips. Thierry’s hands, she realized, were clamped hard around her husband’s buttocks and Wulf seemed to enjoy it. Held between their sweating bodies, Emma was replete. But she knew there was more to come. Much more.

She’d never expected this much adventure. She never knew there was such in the world. Until now. Her husband—the one she was supposed to be teaching—kissed her hard on the mouth, opening his lips over hers, not shy or hesitant anymore about his abilities to please.