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Meeting at the Manor House Ch. 01

By: Flaouterakh



For indeed the day had gone well at the Manor House. The master of the house, Lord Roger de Couverley, had received Sir Thomas de Montfort and his retinue, who had brought good news from King Edward that the fair Princess Anne was to be betrothed to Lord Roger's son Richard. Sir Thomas de Montfort owned rich lands in the neighbouring county, and could provide finance for Lord Roger's army if they joined forces. There had been much feasting, dancing and playing of music that day, good food had been served, and good wine partaken of. Lord Roger was pleased.

By midnight all were replete with good food and wine, retiring to their respective chambers within the Manor House as the night sky descended and the moon and stars held sway. The Princess Anne, still in her rich gown, looked out through the panelled glass window, with its latticework panes worked in lead, and surveyed the garden, taking in the maze, the enclosed flower beds, the herb garden and the turf seats.

There he was! Princess Anne had seen Richard walking in the garden the previous night at this time, as if he were looking for someone or something. From the bodice of her gown she brought out the decorated wooden charm in the shape of a mouse, which he had given to her during tonight's entertainment with a slight smile and courteous incline of the head, but saying nothing. She looked at it in the moonlight, turning it over, then hid it safely in a box with other treasures. This man Richard was to be her husband, and she had met him in person for the first time only yesterday. Neither of them was under any illusion that this was to be anything but a marriage arranged for political reasons, but nevertheless she found him handsome, and felt that such a marriage was more tolerable than with an elderly, rich bachelor from one of the neighbouring estates.

Anne watched Richard retreat in the moonlight, and out of curiosity crept along her landing and down the stone western staircase, pulling carefully to the heavy door to the outside. A lackey was sitting asleep, and she did not wake him as she walked silently by. A few rapid steps around the edge of the lawn, so as not to be seen from the house, and she was just a few yards behind him, creeping behind the trees so that he did not see her. As the garden opened out to the grassy dell which preceded the meadow, so Richard stopped, and looked all around him, then back at the house, as if waiting for something. His right hand went down to his loins, and closed around the heated parts. His eyes closed, and his breath slowed.

Anne had not learned anything from her mother about the ways of men, but her lady in waiting had told her a few things. Being of high birth, she had not seen some of the bawdy sights which the lower classes regarded as commonplace. She had however discovered that her loins when held and rubbed caused a delightful feeling, which she had explored once her servants had retired and she was alone behind the bed-curtains. As she watched Richard in his private pleasuring, she could feel this sensation start again of itself in her, and she reached under the layered skirts of her gown to the moist cleft, and with two fingers gently stirred up the feelings.

Anne had been told what was to happen upon her marriage, and she wanted the consummation to be now, in this grassy dell. The feelings were overwhelming her, and, caution deserting her, she emerged from the shadows and walked up to Richard. He was startled to see her, and stopped his actions immediately. They stood facing each other, looking, feasting, and in their present arousal, longing to know the communion for which they were destined. 

Silently Anne undid one by one the fastenings on her robe. As she loosed the first one or two, Richard could feel the burning begin in his manhood. He could see her fine cotton lawn shift, with the pointed tips of her breasts protruding plainly in the moonlight. She continued to unfasten the remaining three fastenings, loosed the gown downwards to the ground, and stepped out of it. Her nipples hardened still more in the slight chill of the night. Richard felt his manhood swell beyond what he had known before, feeling constricted in his divided woollen hose, with linen braies underneath, and with his hand he smoothed and adjusted his member, which demanded to be liberated.

Anne slipped off her fine leather shoes, and stood clad only in her fine shift. She stooped as her right hand took the ankle-length hem, and drew it slowly upwards as far as her knees, revealing slim ankles and shapely calves. She stopped thus for a moment and looked at Richard, who nodded. Thus encouraged, Anne drew the hem still further upwards, revealing soft white thigh, and on revealing a glimpse of fine brown curls, she stopped again. Richard could not prevent himself resuming his rubbing, as he anticipated the sight which would follow. Slowly and shyly, Anne lifted the hem still further, to reveal her groin and her belly. In the moonlight Richard could discern the small amount of wispy curls, the perfect V-shape, the slight plumpness of her mound, and below among the curls, hints of delicate fleshy pinkness, beginning to be swollen and proud.

Her desire heightening at the knowledge that she was giving pleasure to Richard, with her free hand Anne touched and stroked for a moment her brown curls, inserting one finger between the pinkness to the small firmness of pleasure which was half-hidden within, encircling it with the finger, and drawing her finger out, traced a line of her moisture upwards to her belly. Silently she then took with her other hand also the hem of the gown, and slowly lifted it further until she had just uncovered her breasts. They were small and white, but with dark aureolae and prominent nipple buttons. With one hand she pinched a nipple to cause it to point even more at her touch, and cupped the breast in one hand. Richard was now struggling to restrain himself within the linen folds of his braies, but knew he must for a little longer yet.

Anne loosed her breast, once again took up the hem of her shift with both hands, and quickly removed the shift over her head, and cast it behind her, so that she stood naked in the moonlight. She felt shy and exposed thus, but she knew that in her feminine power, she now had Richard in thrall. Richard stepped forward and kneeled before Anne, and taking her hand, kissed the back of her wrist. Unable to contain himself any more, he leaned forward, took her hips, gently drew her towards him, and kissed the brown curls so lightly it was like the touch of a bird's feather.

Anne gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, and Richard groaned with anticipated pleasure as he leaned his face closer, and gently inserted his tongue between the pink folds of skin. These parted reluctantly, as becomes a young virgin such as she, but as he pressed a little more firmly, they began to yield the juices within. Richard tasted of Anne's juices hungrily, plunging his tongue deep within and drawing it out slowly, to press on the swollen firmness at the gateway to her sex. Anne found it most pleasant to be worshipped so, and pushed her groin forward so as better to receive it.

After a short time, Richard could wait no more, and, standing back from her, deftly removed his divided hose and his braies, so as to reveal his swollen, erect member, which was letting go a copious liquid in its rapture of expected satisfaction. He also removed his fine woollen jerkin, his linen chemise and his chapeau, so that he too stood naked and aroused before Anne.

Anne had not seen the uncovered form of a man before, and although she was slightly troubled to see his exposed, upstanding manhood, she was also excited as she observed his strong chest, the fine dark hair on his chest and stomach, the thicker hair around his shaft, and his rounded appendages, tight in their dark containment. Richard took Anne's hand, and wrapped it around his shaft near the bulbous head, and showed her how he wished it. As under her one hand she felt the texture of smooth skin over ridged texture, with the other Anne explored again the slippery wetness of her own cavern, especially the engorged firmness which greeted her at its entrance.

He loosed himself from her for a moment, then taking her hand in his, Richard led Anne to the cool, damp grass further into the dell, where the moonlight illuminated the scene, the scene where they might lay together...

Meeting at the Manor House Ch. 02



Richard led Anne by the hand to the centre of the moonlit dell. Both naked, their eyes had drunk their fill of the forms of their bodies. Now it was time to let other senses take over. Anne walked nervously, her breasts moving slightly from the motion. Richard walked more confidently, master of the situation, his proud maleness prominent like a lance.

They stopped momentarily, and Richard took Anne in his arms and, holding her to him so that her breasts and belly just touched his body, he kissed her on the mouth, tenderly at first, his lips brushing hers, then with a light touch, the tip of his tongue found hers and caressed it gently. His hands stroked gently down her spine, around the small of her back, and moved down to her buttocks, where he caressed the velvet skin and gently squeezed the soft flesh. At first Anne did not feel confident to return his embrace, but as his touch began to excite her senses, she began to caress his shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs. Still embracing Anne, Richard stepped back one pace, and with his right hand took one of her breasts, where he gently stroked the skin, and then with two fingers gently pinched the nipple. He repeated this with her other breast, then bending his head, took the nipple between his lips. He pinched the nipple slightly, and then leaned back a little, so as to draw it out, and as he gently let it go again, so her nipple stood erect and firm, shining in the moonlight from the moisture of his mouth. He repeated this two or three times with the same nipple, then moved to her other breast and did likewise. Anne found this most arousing, and she began to sigh a little. 

Starting with one hand beside each breast, Richard stroked very lightly down Anne's sides, around her hips, and traced a line with his fingers down each side of her groin, until he arrived at the brown curls. These unaccustomed feelings of pleasure caused Anne to be frightened and excited at the same time, for indeed no-one had told her that she would know such tenderness.

Richard then knelt in front of Anne, looked long at the brown curls and the perfect cleft beneath, and leaned forward to kiss the firm pinkness beneath, which was now swollen, urgent and flowing with her juices. He parted the pink folds of skin, and inserted a finger, searching for the small mound of pleasure inside. He took his finger as deep as possible into her, then almost back to the outside, running it over her tiny pleasure mound and spreading her wetness around.

He bad her lie down on the soft grass, and she felt her naked body crushing the moist herb, and it caressing her at the same time. He parted her legs so gently, found again the moist well of pleasure beneath the soft curls, inserted two fingers this time and began to rub the sensitive area within. Anne found this distasteful, and was of a mind to cry out, but Richard leaned over her, soothed and kissed her, and she was still again. He paused for a few moments to ready his erect manhood, catching the liquid drops thereon with a couple of fingers, and rubbing it around the swollen head.

Slowly, so slowly, Richard positioned himself between her legs, and applied the tip of his manhood outside the cleft of Anne's sex, letting it rest there almost still, and then holding his shaft steady, he allowed its head to move very slightly in a circular motion between her moist pink folds, the head stroking over her awakened clitoris from time to time. Anne found this sensation strange, yet somewhat enjoyable.

After a couple of minutes of this agreeable sensation, Richard started to move the tip of his member further into her moist cleft, until he began very gently to begin to penetrate her. As he pushed inward a little further, he met with opposition, and Anne gasped a little in discomfort, as she was an untried maiden. He soothed her again, and asked her to be brave, be patient; it would not be disagreeable for long. After some time of pressure against her maidenhead, suddenly her flesh yielded to him, and his manhood penetrated her fully, so that only his rounded appendages remained outside her.

Richard moved but slowly inside Anne, as he did not wish to hurt her, and held her gently in his free arm, speaking reassuring words to her. However he was enjoying the sensations as his manhood was now caressed and held by her small form. He was not new to womanising, nor to virgins, but this damsel, his future wife, was proving to be particularly agreeable. Anne for her part knew she must be in submission to her future husband, and could only lie quietly while he took his pleasure. As time went on, however, Anne began to relax, and the sensation became enjoyable to her. 

Richard showed her how to move against his thrusts so that her most sensitive parts were pleasured, and in this way they communed for quite some time, feeling the pleasurable sensations, knowing the intimacy of the marriage act. They remained as quiet as possible so as not to disturb people from the house, and yet Richard could hear Anne's sighs of pleasure, could feel her hands beginning to hold his flesh to her, as the unfamiliar sensations began to engulf her as they deepened. Cries of pleasure now escaped her, and she moved against him, rapidly, randomly, with complete abandon, as she approached her climax. After a little longer, she clasped her arms around him, arched her body in orgasm, and cried out, as the rapturous feelings engulfed her inner parts in waves and pulsations. This so excited Richard that, with several urgent thrusts, he too was ready to reach his satisfaction, and he pushed hard into her once, and felt his seed burst from him, and flood into her. He thrust again, and again, releasing more seed, until he was still.

For long moments they remained in communion, lying together, arms around each other, lying close, with Richard caressing Anne's face. Then he disengaged himself from her, but lay down on the grass next to her and laid his arm across her waist. They rested thus for some time, then as Richard regarded Anne in the moonlight, he pronounced himself well pleased with her, and looked forward presently to exploring both her outward and inward contours again that night if she permitted...



Meeting at the Manor House Ch. 03



Richard and Anne lay side by side upon the soft greensward of the Manor House gardens. By the moonlight Richard could see the soft curves of Anne's naked body, her sleekness of thigh, roundness of hip and radiant skin. He regarded her long wavy hair which, where it had been loosed in their earlier coupling, now curled and draped softly upon her breast. Her small breasts were outlined upon her delicate chest, her cherry nipples protruding in the cool night air. Down below the slight rise of her soft belly, her mound lay, inviting. As she lay half on her side, one leg bent, from the damp brown curls protruded her pink folds of skin, hiding the small bud which was the centre of her pleasure, and which had that night been awakened for the first time by a man's touch.

Richard considered this beautiful picture as he lay next to her. They were betrothed to be married, and as he set eyes on her during the feasting and dancing provided by his father, in this his house, he had determined that he was set upon tasting her well before the appointed day. Earlier in the evening he had walked in the garden, devising a means by which he could achieve this, when she had followed him, and he had been able to initiate her and fulfil his desire. It had been a careful union at first, but latterly had become as enjoyable as any other, and at the memory of it, Richard's loins began to stir again, and his hardness began to arise.

Anne was a little perturbed at the encounter which they had had, for as she considered the act which they had performed, she realised that she was no longer a maiden, that her honour had tonight been given to Richard as a marriage gift in advance. She was grateful that he had used her well, and hoped that she would in time come to enjoy the sensations which he had provoked within her with his hands and his mouth, and indeed with his manhood, which she now shyly regarded. She looked at his appendages, which had been large and erect during the act, which had then lain dormant in his groin, but which now seemed once again to be tautening. She could anticipate this time what Richard would soon be requiring. Within the cleft between her legs, Anne was beginning to feel the sensations which she knew led to the returned desire.

Richard rolled a little nearer to Anne, and kissed her softly on her lips. Kiss after soft kiss he bestowed on her, his tongue beginning to enter and entwine with hers. She was lying on her side, and as he kissed her, he drew the fingertips of one hand down her cheek, down the side of her neck, and across her chest until her found her breast, teasing the nipple in passing. This made Anne gasp with pleasure and move her lower body nearer, whereupon still kissing her lips, he continued the journey of his fingertips down her belly, then just inside the curve of her hip, finishing with a long, slow upward stroke of her inner thigh, alighting upon the pink folds of skin. These he parted gently, finding the river of her desire, and its ultimate goal, the small mound which was the source of her ecstasy.

As he pleasured her thus with his hand, Richard's lips moved downwards towards Anne's breasts, and placed a myriad of light kisses upon the pale flesh, which set her trembling with desire. Every now and then he stopped to grip each nipple gently with his lips and pull it slightly, adding greatly to her pleasure. Richard's manhood was now completely swollen and erect, and his need had become urgent.

Richard now lay on his back, and motioned to Anne to draw nearer and kneel by his body. He extended a finger, which he dipped into the cavern of Anne's desire, and spread her juices about the outside of her cleft, covering the pink folds of skin, and areas beyond. He took both her hands and instructed her to place herself above him, facing him and crouching astride him, so that her loins were above his. 

He drew her gently downwards just a little way, and caused the head of his shaft to just touch her pinkness. At this contact, Anne naturally moved so that sensuous friction was caused between her moist orifice and the bulbous tip of his shaft. This so pleased both of them that Richard then drew Anne downwards a little more, so that an inch or so of his member was now within her, and he helped her kneel comfortably thus. For Anne this felt a little uncomfortable for her small form, but the wetness did help her, and guided by Richard she descended little by little until his shaft penetrated and filled her interior contours. 

At this point he bad her be still and accustom herself, and presently in small, slow movements she felt the friction of the ridges of his shaft upon her still new flesh. He instructed her to sometimes remain descended and move but little, and at other times draw out his manhood almost to the tip, and she observed how copiously her juices surrounded it. 

As she settled upon him, Richard began again to toy with her nipples, and to trail his fingertips all around such of her flesh as he could reach. In this position Richard's manhood was firmly penetrated within her, and he was now discovering another place in her interior where she could feel pleasure building. Only tonight she had been an initiate, but Anne was now beginning to discover and enjoy the potential delights of this act. Her pressure on his staff became greater, the speed of her movement faster, which caused him to thrust upwards all the more, groaning with pleasure. Anne felt a fire in this new place of delectation, which she needed to quench, and she bore down hard upon Richard's member, again and again, until the fire in Anne's loins raged out of control, and she climaxed, right there upon him, liquid escaping her. Richard was so excited by this frenzied activity that he too was more than ready for his completion, and he thrust upwards into her to meet her climax, releasing copiously his seed into her inner parts.

After a few seconds they calmed, and still penetrated, Richard drew Anne forwards to recline upon his chest, and there they did lie and rest awhile, as the moon continued its stately progress through the night sky above.



Meeting at the Manor House Ch. 04



Today there was hustle and bustle at the Manor House. Six months before, the master of the house, Lord Roger de Couverley, had received the Princess Anne, daughter of King Edward, who on that occasion became betrothed to Lord Roger's son, Richard. A neighbouring landowner, Sir Thomas de Montfort, had provided finance for Lord Roger to institute a small militia to safeguard the interests of the King in that area. A feast had been held at the Manor House, to celebrate both the creation of the army, and the betrothal.

And now the wedding day was come. As it was fitting that on her marriage Anne should be received into the de Couverley household from elsewhere, and her former home at Winchester was too distant for the day's travel, Sir Thomas had offered his castle for her temporary disposal, thus Anne and her small retinue had travelled the day before from the castle of de Montfort.

At the Manor House, the day dawned to see servants rushing this way and that, setting up a tented dais and chairs in the garden, the kitchens abuzz with both the Manor's, and visiting, chefs putting final touches to flesh and fowl, fruit and fancies. Barrels of mead and cider were being brought up to the feasting hall, and large trestle tables laid in place. All had to be just so, as the King was coming!

Richard awoke early, and remained in his chamber, remembering the clandestine pleasure he had already enjoyed with Anne on her visit at the time of the betrothal some months ago. Unexpectedly and to his great pleasure, Anne had followed him into the far reaches of the garden in the late evening, and he had had great pleasure in unwrapping, initiating and exploring her on the lush, soft grass throughout the night. He had found her fair enough, and although untried, she showed signs of potential pleasure once he finally took her to wife. Indeed, she had so enchanted him that in the long months in between, he had sought the company of more than one local girl in order to quench the fire in his loins which Anne had aroused. His member was beginning to arouse now at the thought, and he rubbed it a little, thinking "Soon, my boy, be patient!"

Anne had journeyed the previous day from nearby Rockingham Castle, with her maids and Lady de Montfort, and had passed a restless night in the stately guest apartment at the Manor House. Her maids supposed that this was due to her excitement about her pending marriage, but in fact there was a totally different reason.

Two nights before, at Rockingham Castle, Anne had retired alone to her chamber, her maids beyond the communicating door. Anne had snuffed out her candle, and settled into the large four-poster bed, clad in a linen shift and a cotton bonnet. After a short time, the door at the other side of the room opened, and the figure of a man walked softly through the room towards the bed. Anne was about to call for her maids when, in the light of the candle he carried, she discerned the features of Sir Thomas. 

Realising she was a guest in his house and that to jeopardise the betrothal would bring great shame upon all, she dared not call for anyone, but lay, rigid with fear, and regarded him. He was dressed in night attire, being a long linen chemise and nightcap of the same material. De Montfort pulled back the coverlet, and looked the length of Anne's body in its linen wrapping, setting the candle down on the night table. Impatiently he undid the fragile fastenings down the front of her shift, and coming to the waist, rent the remaining fabric in two, to reveal Anne's naked body in the candlelight. His bony hands squeezed at her flesh greedily, stopping at her breasts and bruising her delicate nipples. De Montfort drooled with anticipation as he parted her legs, climbed upon the bed, and lifted his chemise to reveal his large, ugly penis, dark red and swollen with lust.

Anne gasped with horror. It was all she could do not to scream, and De Montfort bound her mouth with torn linen to ensure her silence as he leaned over her, parted her roughly, and forced his engorged organ into her unready sex. Of course he then discovered that she was not a maiden, and was exceedingly angry, and swore at her, as he had a taste for virgins and had long looked forward to deflowering Anne. Hot tears of suffering and outrage escaped Anne's eyes, as he butted his penis into her repeatedly, muttering obscenities. Forgetting totally that he was addressing royalty, he called her a trollop and told her she had to suffer. After more savage buffeting, he wrenched his penis out of her, which made Anne recoil with pain. He turned her over roughly, and having her thus supine, he parted her legs again, spat on his penis and entered, this time not the soft fleshy folds now bruised, but her rear orifice. Even through the linen gag, Anne cried and tried to scream as he finished his brutal act, disgorged his slime into her and withdrew, panting, delivering a vicious slap to her buttocks.

De Montfort immediately re-covered himself, climbed off the bed, took his candle, and without a backward glance strode out through the door from whence he came. A slight knock, and through the other door came Elspeth, her lady in waiting, curtseying quickly then enquiring what was afoot. Anne covered herself rapidly with the coverlet, and told the servant that she had stirred due to a bad dream. The next day she had asked to take a bath, and Lady de Montfort, divining the reason for her husband's wandering that night, supplied ointments and unguents for Anne, looking upon her knowingly and with such tender sympathy.

Back at the Manor House on the day of her wedding, Anne arose, and her maids assisted her to take a bath and don her wedding clothes. These consisted of a sumptuous dark red woollen gown, two linen under-dresses, and naught else beneath, as was the custom. Her maids braided her hair, and on her head placed an elaborate wired headdress of the same dark red cloth, encrusted with jewels and trimmed with golden braid.

Anne went through the ceremony mechanically, only brightening when her eyes alighted upon Richard, resplendent in his dark hose and matching jacket trimmed with fur and jewels. They acknowledged each other with slight nods and discreet smiles as he had walked down the aisle created within the garden, and joined her on the dais, the King resplendent on his throne, the Queen enthroned beside him, and various courtiers arranged around. The Bishop of Winchester, who had baptised Anne as a baby along with several of her relatives in the royal palace, performed the ceremony, and the deed was done.

The assembled company moved through to the Great Hall for the feast, with the King and Queen and the newly married couple assembled at the top table. A large salt cellar resided there, below which the remaining guests sat, as was tradition. Some of the servants brought in joints of beef and lamb, whole fowls, and delicate pigeons, while others regularly filled up the cups of the company with mead and cider. After the feast, the married couple led off various stately dances, while musicians played crumhorn, cornamuse and lute. As the evening wore on, the monarch and some other guests alike, having partaken of too much drink, began to lurch and stagger in the dance, and at one point, Sir Thomas de Montfort looked full at Anne across the room and leered at her.

Eventually in the third watch of the night, it became time for the bedding ceremony. The groom, Richard, led his wife down the corridors to the bedchamber which had been fitted out anew for them both, with tapestry hangings on the walls and heavy linen curtains surrounding the double bed. As was the tradition, he paused, picked Anne up in his arms and carried her over the threshold, and the heavy door was closed.

They then disrobed. Maintaining a facade of happiness and calm, Anne slowly unfastened and removed her dark red woollen robe, laying it upon a chair. She carefully removed her wired headdress, and shook her head so that her hair became loose from its braiding, and tumbled over her shoulders and back in a mass of curls. She then removed the outer petticoat of stiffer calico, placing it neatly upon the gown, and was then ready for the final stage of her uncovering. 

Her undergarment was of the finest gauze, which clung to her shapely contours and through which her dark, proud nipples protruded. The material also clung to her rounded belly and thighs, showing the outline of her loins, promising that the remembered delights lay within. Anne unfastened the shift slowly, from the top downwards. 

When it was open to her waist, she moved slightly, and one of her breasts was revealed between the fine folds. Richard put out a hand and caressed the nipple, causing it to stand erect. In both hands he gently took the material of the bodice, gently eased it down over her shoulders, and she released her arms, which left her breasts naked. He leaned forward and kissed her pointed nipples one by one, taking gently into his mouth a little of the pale flesh of her breasts as he did so. 

Quivering, Anne continued her undressing, sliding the garment downwards until her belly was revealed. Richard gently caressed her flesh, from her breasts, past her waist, and on downwards, until he felt the beginning of the soft curls, which made Anne gasp ever so slightly. His hands gently took the edges of the garment from her, and dropped it to the floor, the fine material sliding down her flesh, leaving her naked before him.

The remembered sight of his woman in her full nakedness set Richard into full arousal, and he deftly removed his top clothes, leaving him in chemise and braies, which lightly covered his form. He took Anne's hand and guided it to his male hardness, which was discernible through the thin cotton layers. He closed her hand around his erect staff, and caused her to move it to and fro through the linen, and she noticed a small wetness. Finally he removed his underclothes, and stood erect before her. 

He bad Anne kneel before him and, drawing her head forward, gently inserted the tip of his erect organ between her lips. He felt her tremble. On his enquiring look, she whispered that she was over-excited due to the long separation and the festivities of the day. He showed her how he wished it done, that she should sometimes take the head of his shaft within her mouth and pleasure it wetly, and that sometimes she should run her tongue the entire length of the shaft, from the base to the tip, and then engulf the head again. He adored to have her pleasure him thus, and Anne began to feel calmer as she realised that her husband did not wish her any harm, indeed she began to feel stirrings within her own loins, and longed to have caressed her own intimate places.

Richard motioned to Anne to sit upon the bed, and he parted her legs and knelt on the floor before her. He dipped a finger between her pink folds of skin and discovered the wetness, ensuring that it was brought to the outside, coating the small, hard bud where all her desire would be satisfied. He leaned forward and this time gently inserted the head of his penis between her folds, and just let it rest there, whilst reaching up and tenderly fondling her breasts with both hands. Anne began to tremble anew, remembering the last time that a male organ had entered there, and Richard, mistaking the reason, put his arms about her and reassured her, and began to slide his shaft further in between the wet folds until his maleness fully penetrated her. He felt her sweet liquid velvet surrounding his organ, and moved rhythmically, feeling anew the almost-forgotten pleasure as he worshipped her form with his own.

After some time, he withdrew from her and bad her lay back. He took her legs, lifted them above her so that he rested them on his shoulders, and gently penetrated her again. This time she could feel the pressure of his organ against her bud of pleasure, and could feel beginning ecstasy in the places farther in. He moved in a circular motion, so that his firm staff could caress her on every internal contour, and she began to moan quietly in the pleasure of the sensations.

Presently Richard withdrew yet again, and asked Anne to lie on her back, full length on the bed, whereupon he laid his body on hers and re-entered her. Now she was very heavily aroused, and she responded to his firmer thrusts with abandoned thrusts of her own, grasping his buttocks with her hands and injuring his flesh with her nails. Threshing underneath him, Anne let out a long groan, arched herself, and climaxed. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her, starting at her pleasure source and radiating upward through all her organs and downward through her legs, until it reached every extremity of her. She cried out in her ecstasy, so arousing Richard that his tidal wave of pleasure could wait no more, and he groaned and thrust hard inside her, releasing his hot seed within her loins. Again and again he thrust, until his seed was spent, and he calmed and lay still. Still joined, Richard and Anne kissed fully on the lips, knowing that their union was at last fully and properly consummated. They then separated slightly and lay and rested.

The assembled company had been waiting outside the chamber door, and slight consternation ensued about the sounds they had heard, especially the feminine sounds which were not seemly, wives being only for procreation. After a few moments, a ceremonial knock sounded on the door, it was opened and footsteps were heard approaching the bed-curtains. Richard quickly took out a small phial of chicken's blood from where he had hidden it behind the pillows, dropped a little on the linen bed-sheet and smiled at Anne as he removed the sheet and handed it out between the bed-curtains. This was a necessary deception, intended to fool the onlookers that the initiation of Anne from maidenhood into experienced womanhood had taken place. The man outside who received the sheet was Sir Thomas de Montfort, and through a gap in the curtains glared malevolently at Anne before bearing the sheet away for display. Richard and Anne were left to sleep for the remainder of the night.

The house did not stir too early the next morning, due to the excess of feast and drink of which it had partaken, but later in the day the guests gathered again for further feasting and singing, as the de Couverley family was officially allied to the royal house of Plantagenet, even if only through the female line. In due time the joyful news was spread abroad that the Princess Anne, Duchess de Couverley, was with child, but in one or two minds the question was -- whose?

THE END.