Warprize (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 5)(MFMMMMMM) (14 page)

"You truly share everything with your
brothers?" she had asked, looking doubtful and wary.

"We have all been taught well by the
best whores our father could hire," he told her. "You will not be
unhappy with us."

"But surely...seven men...at
once...."

He kissed her soft lips and then the
tip of her nose. "We will always be gentle. You will never be
forced. And you will have seven husbands to take care of you and
your babes." She had, of course— as she pertly reminded him then—
always been the one to take care of herself and others. "So now it
is your turn to be cosseted and protected and loved."

"Loved?"

It was milder that evening, the air
damp rather than cold. A quick thaw was coming. He felt it all the
way to his heart where he held her hand against it. "Loved," he
said.

She looked quizzical.

He had never felt this way about a
woman. Was it love? How would he know for sure? All he knew was
that he needed her at his side. Preferably naked. And he liked the
sound of that word "loved" as it skipped along his curled tongue
and made her lashes flicker shyly.

Sometimes she rode astride his cock as
the horse cantered along. She enjoyed the bouncing motion, the
thrusting, and he liked to feel her arse— those firm, rounded
cheeks—smacking against his thigh muscles.

That was how they rode through the
gates of his father's castellany, with his woman, wrapped in his
arms, speared upon his proud manhood. His warprize.

Chapter Fourteen

"I hope there will be no trouble
following this woman who was once a man," said his father grimly.
Slouched in his bed, Guillaume had just finished supper from a tray
brought up to him by his second daughter-in-law, Aelfa. Now he
shoved the empty tray aside and looked Dominigo up and down with a
searching, grey-eyed gaze just like his son's. "Trust you to find a
woman who does not think she is one."

Dom laughed easily. "Oh she knows what
she is, father. She just doesn't know whether she likes being one
yet. Fortunately, she has me to teach her."

Guillaume shook his head. "There is no
father or brother coming for your head now that you kidnapped the
wench?"

"None. She was all alone in the
world."

"Well, now she'll have plenty of
family."

"Indeed."

"But she is a woman used to ruling. I
trust you know what you're taking on." His father groaned
mournfully. "I fear you will suffer many bites and bruises, as I
did from your damned mother and her hot temper. She too always
thought herself in command."

"Ah," said Dom, "but I have stripped
Cedney of all that. She is born again now. With me."

* * * *

She was introduced to his brothers as
they sat around the fire that evening. Salvador, the eldest,
surveyed her with a dark, somber, but appreciative gaze as Dominigo
exhibited his war prize in all her naked splendor.

"Nice boots," joked Raul, the third
eldest.

All the brothers had dark hair, but
Alonso, the fourth son, wore his long, tied back with a leather
strip. "I thought you would be the last to bring a wife home, as
you take so long to make decisions," he commented wryly.

Dom rolled his eyes. "I did not have
to think so long about this woman."

Finally, the three youngest d'Anzeray
brothers stepped forward to meet the new bride— Sebastien, Nino and
Ram.

"It will not be easy to learn all your
names," Cedney exclaimed, wishing then that she had at least some
little bit of garment to shield her body from their lusty eyes. Dom
was true to his word when he said he wanted to show her off and now
she did not even have the cover of his cloak to hide behind. Yet
the hall of their father's castle was warm and after the first few
introductions she began to enjoy the way they looked at
her.

For twenty-one years she had hidden
under manly garments, knowing she got not let her figure ever be
admired this way. Now, finally, she knew what it felt like. Knew
what she'd been missing.

They all touched her, caressed her,
kissed her, but Dom kept a hand on her waist, just to remind them
all that he had brought her there. She was his prize and he was
letting them share. His heat at her side was reassuring, his hand
calming, protective.

"Can we fuck her now?" young Nino
demanded impatiently, crouched before her, his fingers parting her
labia to inspect her private regions as if she was for sale at the
market.

"Have some manners, boy," Salvador
grumbled. "Wait your turn. The lady needs a chance to settle in
first."

She was thankful for that. But Nino,
arrogant and defiant, leaned in to lick her quim and his long
tongue was up inside her, before Dom could push his head away. "Not
until you're invited," he growled.

Nino laughed, wiping his mouth. "Sweet
cherry wine. My favorite."

Sebastien and Ram were stroking her
bottom, remarking on the fact that it felt firm, as did her
thighs.

"She rides astride," Dom explained.
"And she hunts better than most of you." There was pride in his
voice. She looked at him, amused, wondering at these bubbling,
excited feelings she had for a man who meant to share her with his
brothers. It should be wrong to be on display this way, and yet it
was gratifying to be appreciated in her natural state at last.
Almost normal to her already.

"Splendid titties," said Alonso,
weighing them in his cupped hands. "Have you seen Princesa's now
she's nursing her babe? Our new wife's teats are almost as big as
those. Almost." He held her right breast so that Sebastien could
take the nipple in his mouth.

Cedney closed her eyes and gave
herself up to it as those men gathered around her. Although
Salvador, the eldest, had decreed they could not have her yet, the
air changed subtly after Nino took his sly chance with her. Dom
moved around behind and she felt his cock unleashed, tapping her
spine. Alonso now left his study of her plump breasts and knelt to
mouth her sex, his hot, wet tongue, stabbing in and out, pausing to
tickle her clit. Gasping and trembling, she parted her legs without
being told and then he lifted one knee over his shoulder, opening
her cleft further for his feasting. As if they'd now received a
silent signal, Ram and Nino stripped off their breeches, their eyes
never leaving her naked body.

She groaned as the first waves of a
climax shuddered through her loins, and while the quake continued,
Dom lifted her from Alonso's mouth and onto Ram's waiting lap.
Although she dare not look down, it felt as if several hands
steered that cock up into her quivering twat. Ram's shaft was
thick, forceful. It took her breath away as she was raised and
lowered in a slow motion by the men who stood on either side of
her, their arms under her knees. She could hear only her heart
beating in her ears and then the slick sound of their bodies
meeting, his staff penetrating, stroking her inner
walls.

"Look at that pussy," Nino exclaimed.
"It's so pink and pouty. I want it next."

But again he was pushed aside as
Salvador took his turn. He too sat in a chair, thighs spread,
waiting with his huge shaft erect. Again she was lifted and lowered
by obliging arms. And thus it went on. Cock after cock. Brother
after brother. She rode each of them twice before they began to
release their cum, because they were intent upon her pleasure
first. Nino, when he finally got his chance, spent
thrice.

Later, Dom carried her to a bath
filled with warm water, herbs and dried rose petals. He apologized
for the impatience of his brothers.

"I suppose this was part of your plan
to put me in my place as a woman," she muttered, not wanting him to
see how much she'd enjoyed it.

He looked wounded by that remark. "I
begin to think I would have stolen you away with me whatever your
sex was proven to be," he muttered slowly, as if coming to this
conclusion even as he spoke. "What else could I have done when you
stole my heart away with the point of your sword,
Bloodwynne?"

Her own heart felt very full at that
moment. The poor man seemed forlorn by his own realization and the
emotions he suffered. She knew exactly what he felt too.

"I did not mean to do it," she said
quietly, clutching her knees in the bath, winding her arms around
them. "But from that first night...when you appeared before me...my
womanly side suddenly refused to lie down any longer. I had to have
you."

"And I you."

She tightened her arms around her
knees and rested her chin upon them. "I did not believe love would
ever exist for me. How could it?"

Dom nodded, his eyes a very light
quicksilver that afternoon. His features relaxed, his lips quaked
in a smile that was boyishly eager and yet, at the same time,
cautious. "Love?"

Cedney smiled slowly. "Love. You
bastard."

Before he could respond, the door
opened and the four other wives swept in, bearing dresses,
blankets, perfume and various other implements that they apparently
did not think he had a right to see. Her husband-to-be was briskly
forced backward out of the chamber.

Cedney was surprised to see the other
wives getting along so well and pleased to welcome her. She would
have expected jealousy, fighting, but the women were content, just
as Dom had told her. Each woman was very different in looks and
size, which she had also not expected. Princesa, fair and small,
had recently birthed a son. Isobel, the third wife, was also
pregnant. She was tall, slender, dark and elegant. Aelfa was a
full-figured red-head with freckles and a coarse tongue that soon
made Cedney laugh. Jeanne, the fourth wife, was petite and shy, but
very sweet and caring. They gathered around her bath to wash her
hair and rub her skin with perfumed oils they had distilled
themselves.

"Although your hair is not long it
holds a natural wave," exclaimed Jeanne. "We shall dress it with
pearls and ribbons for the wedding."

Cedney had never had so much attention
bestowed upon her— first by her the brothers and now by their
wives. When she confessed to never having worn a woman's gown they
were astonished and then intrigued. They listened eagerly to her
history and then she heard each of theirs. The backgrounds from
which these women came were as disparate as their looks, yet they
had found a place here, a family. A good life.

* * * *

Dom had never seen her dressed thus,
of course. As the wives brought her out for the ceremony and winter
sunlight glistened on her pearl-strewn hair, he found his breath
all gone, swept away by shock and then delight.

Cedney Bloodwynne was a beautiful
woman.

The wives had dressed her in dark
burgundy, which highlighted the pale, pearly tone of her skin. Her
gold hair was arranged in curls, tied up with plaited ribbon. He
noted, with a smile, that she still wore her father's etched cuffs.
He would never take all the man out of her, he thought. Perhaps he
had better not try.

"My God, Cedney, you are a sight for
sore eyes in that dress," he whispered as she took his hand. "Now I
know for sure I am in love with you."

"I am only grateful you allowed me to
wear clothes," she replied drily, her eyes shining up at
him.

He winked. "Not for long. Make the
most of it, Bloodwynne."

Proudly he led her under the bowers of
ribbon that marked her last walk as a woman alone. Or a man
alone.

* * * *

Cedney had been warned of the branding
that would take place. Now she belonged to the d'Anzeray and, after
the wedding ceremony, it was tradition to mark her with their
crest. They gave her wine with something very sweet and potent
added. The combination made her float, not caring even that the
residents of the castellany gathered to watch as her legs were
spread wide and the small branding iron approached, held by
Dominigo.There was a pinch against her shaved vulva, no worse than
the nick of an arrowhead, and when she looked down she saw the
small, tidy mark that now permanently decorated her sex. Thus she
became a d'Anzeray. The transformation was complete.

Her new husbands came to her eagerly
for the mating that evening. She laid on a large, soft fleece by
the fire and they petted her as they did before, seven pairs of
hands caressing her body, following the curves and dips, seven
tongues lapping her nipples, her hips and thighs, kissing her
belly.

Dom presented her with his cock to
suck, reminding her in a whisper of their first encounter when she
took him deep in her throat. She obliged again, hungry for that
taste once more. This time there was no fear of giving away a
secret, of course. She was free to enjoy to her heart's
content.

Meanwhile Ram and Sebastien battled
over her pussy, holding her legs apart and playfully dueling with
their tongues over and betwixt her labial folds— even venturing
into her anus— until she came with a hard jolt, trembling, just as
Dom shot his cream in her mouth. While she lay there, still
writhing with pleasure, Alonso rolled her onto her side, oiled her
anus and entered her swiftly, nestling her bottom against his warm
groin. Salvador stretched out on her other side, lifted her leg
around his waist and penetrated her cunny at the same
time.