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Erotic medieval:
Lord Hugh of Earl of Chester is a powerful man. He is a victorious warrior and conqueror. He trusts very few but his own agile mind. It is time for him to wed, to seal his legacy, yet even in this, he demands complete control.
He takes the beautiful maiden Emma, as his slave, and through his command of her, he intends to learn everything about women and their passionate desires. While the commander of his guard, Lazarus, an impertinent, mystifying, and thoroughly masculine Mongolian, battles wits and sexual acumen with Hugh's widowed sister-in-law, Lady Bernadette. m/f, hea
Favorite Lines:
“I am Lord Hugh, the Earl of Chester. You will not eat that I do not feed you. You will not dress that I do not clothe you. You will not slumber that I do not allow it. Before this moment you were my chattel, beyond it you are simply mine! Intimately, to do with as I please.”
Hugh stalked around the golden maiden using his size and her petite height, gladly, to intimidate her. “Maiden, you are comely.” He paused behind her, lifting a strand of gold-fired curls in his hand. “This pleases me. And, you are afraid of me, which you would do well to heed.”
Hugh paused a moment again to determine the order of his further directions as Emma’s silken curls of hair caressed his finger with a life of their own. She was buxom, this Saxon maiden and he had the perfect view with his height from behind her, down her sultry cleavage.
“I will allow no disobedience from you that you would not receive punishment for attempting,” Hugh paused and drew a deep breath, then bellowed, “Is that clear?”
“Yes, my lord,” Emma squeaked, juggling those handsome tits to distraction, until Hugh determined the very place upon her body where he would begin his instruction.
“Then strip this cloth to your waist, maiden.”
Hugh watched Emma’s startled blue-gray eyes rise to his, while her coral-tinted bottom lip trembled. “N-Now?” she questioned with a wavering voice.
His answer was to step forward ominously, his gaze fixed on her as if he looked at one of his Knaves, who had dared speak out to him. Twas effective, for Emma’s quaking hand came up to pull the garment off one slender white shoulder, then the other.
“Shake back your hair, maiden. You know that which I wish to see.”
Hugh’s throat tightened and heat flushed his entire body.“How do you feel?” he demanded in a voice that he pushed forth sharply.
“I-I,” Emma stuttered clutching her diminutive hands in her royal blue skirts.
“It is my command to you that you must speak to me honestly and completely about what you feel.” He purposely unclenched his fingers from the fists.
“Cold,” she whispered.
Hugh nearly chuckled tensely, he could well see that there were goose bumps hardened around the fragile pink circles of her nipples. “And,” he prompted.
Emma peeked at him beneath golden eyelashes. “I do not like it,” she murmured.
“Are you sure?”
Emma raised her head looking at him fully for the first time and his breath caught once again at the sight of such a fair and bare-breasted maiden. “Yes, my lord.”
“This is honest, maiden. What else?” Hugh asked.
“I-um,” Emma stuttered, looking frustrated and helpless at the same moment, before she inhaled a bracing breath that raised her melon shaped tits high. “I cannot help but think, ah . . . I w-wonder, perhaps if you could or might, ah-.” She stopped speaking, and then she squeaked, “Like them.”
Emma was flushed now, as flushed as Hugh felt as he shifted his ankle up and across the other leg superciliously to hide the evidence rising in his crotch.“I do, maiden. I have never seen such plentifulness in a woman’s tits before.” Hugh searched his thoughts for clarity, then said, “You should be proud of them.” And he meant this deeply.
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Erotic medieval:
Lord Hugh of Earl of Chester is a powerful man. He is a victorious warrior and conqueror. He trusts very few but his own agile mind. It is time for him to wed, to seal his legacy, yet even in this, he demands complete control.
He takes the beautiful maiden Emma, as his slave, and through his command of her, he intends to learn everything about women and their passionate desires. While the commander of his guard, Lazarus, an impertinent, mystifying, and thoroughly masculine Mongolian, battles wits and sexual acumen with Hugh's widowed sister-in-law, Lady Bernadette. m/f, hea
Favorite Lines:
“I am Lord Hugh, the Earl of Chester. You will not eat that I do not feed you. You will not dress that I do not clothe you. You will not slumber that I do not allow it. Before this moment you were my chattel, beyond it you are simply mine! Intimately, to do with as I please.”
Hugh stalked around the golden maiden using his size and her petite height, gladly, to intimidate her. “Maiden, you are comely.” He paused behind her, lifting a strand of gold-fired curls in his hand. “This pleases me. And, you are afraid of me, which you would do well to heed.”
Hugh paused a moment again to determine the order of his further directions as Emma’s silken curls of hair caressed his finger with a life of their own. She was buxom, this Saxon maiden and he had the perfect view with his height from behind her, down her sultry cleavage.
“I will allow no disobedience from you that you would not receive punishment for attempting,” Hugh paused and drew a deep breath, then bellowed, “Is that clear?”
“Yes, my lord,” Emma squeaked, juggling those handsome tits to distraction, until Hugh determined the very place upon her body where he would begin his instruction.
“Then strip this cloth to your waist, maiden.”
Hugh watched Emma’s startled blue-gray eyes rise to his, while her coral-tinted bottom lip trembled. “N-Now?” she questioned with a wavering voice.
His answer was to step forward ominously, his gaze fixed on her as if he looked at one of his Knaves, who had dared speak out to him. Twas effective, for Emma’s quaking hand came up to pull the garment off one slender white shoulder, then the other.
“Shake back your hair, maiden. You know that which I wish to see.”
Hugh’s throat tightened and heat flushed his entire body.“How do you feel?” he demanded in a voice that he pushed forth sharply.
“I-I,” Emma stuttered clutching her diminutive hands in her royal blue skirts.
“It is my command to you that you must speak to me honestly and completely about what you feel.” He purposely unclenched his fingers from the fists.
“Cold,” she whispered.
Hugh nearly chuckled tensely, he could well see that there were goose bumps hardened around the fragile pink circles of her nipples. “And,” he prompted.
Emma peeked at him beneath golden eyelashes. “I do not like it,” she murmured.
“Are you sure?”
Emma raised her head looking at him fully for the first time and his breath caught once again at the sight of such a fair and bare-breasted maiden. “Yes, my lord.”
“This is honest, maiden. What else?” Hugh asked.
“I-um,” Emma stuttered, looking frustrated and helpless at the same moment, before she inhaled a bracing breath that raised her melon shaped tits high. “I cannot help but think, ah . . . I w-wonder, perhaps if you could or might, ah-.” She stopped speaking, and then she squeaked, “Like them.”
Emma was flushed now, as flushed as Hugh felt as he shifted his ankle up and across the other leg superciliously to hide the evidence rising in his crotch.“I do, maiden. I have never seen such plentifulness in a woman’s tits before.” Hugh searched his thoughts for clarity, then said, “You should be proud of them.” And he meant this deeply.
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