Lordship Rights

"Now, my dear... undress me."

Lord Rhys motioned his hands for her to approach, when he stood just before the burning fireplace. Taking his hands upside to help Tamina tend to him as if she was his personal maid and mistress. For now, she was.

"Then, we shall lay togheter... and I will tell you of your duty."
 
Doing as he had commanded, Tamina took her time in undressing Rhys, just as he had with her, although she still didn't look him in eyes.

When he was undress just as she was, the fire taking out the chill from her own body. Rhys waved to the bed and not hesitating, Tamina turned toward the bed and quickly got up on it, laying down. As soon as she did, she felt Rhys right behind her and next to her.

Tamina pulled the covers up to cover her breasts. She said not one thing as she waited for him to speak of her duties she would be carrying out.
 
"Don't. You are beautiful. Do not deny me the sight of your majesty."

Rhys whispered more than spoke this. He took upon the covers, and slid then down so he could fully witness Tamina's chest, her heavy breasts waving as she breathed. Taking the same hand to slide a finger over the peasant's belly, the Lordship laid quiet for some time, revelling in the sight of this gorgeous woman.

"You shall be my lover. My Mistress."

"You shall bear me an heir."
 
"An heir?" Tamina whispered. The statement had caught her off guard. It made sense that she could already be pregnant with his child but of course they couldn't be too sure...

"I am honored Milord that you would want me to have an heir but, what will people say? What will my husband say?" she said, more to herself than to him...

What would her husband say? Nothing. As long as he was paid well, that's all that mattered to him, she was sure.
 
"They shall cheer, for their Lord's line shall continue.", he said, his caresses over her belly ever more lowering into her waistline. "People will say many things, but I shall be unbending. He shall be legitimated. He shall inherit my land and title."

He said, getting ever closer to Tamina. She could see now his half-hard member, lying somewhat limp just beside her leg. "You shall be respected and treated s my lover and mistress should be. You will bear me many children, and one shall be my heir."
 
The feel of unclothed body next to hers sent a shiver through her, her breath quickened as she realized what he was saying. Of course if his own wife couldn't bear him children, he had a right to choose someone who would.

And Tamina had two other children of her own with her husband, both were pretty much easy births so she knew that should she become pregnant again, it would be literally nothing.

This time, Tamina eyes locked with Rhys', she could tell that he wanted to lay with her again, anything to make her pregnant with an heir..his heir.
 
Suddenly, Rhys stretched his body fully, admiring how right had been his decision to take Tamina for himself. Indeed, she was a luscious woman, and he smiled with his thoughts as he stared back at her quiet form, analising how beautiful she was, and how strong should their offspring be. Raising to his knees, he closed into the woman at long last.

"Spread your legs."
 
This time she didn't argue. Tamina's eyes held onto Rhys' lust filled gaze as she leaned up on her elbows and spread her legs for him. She saw his cock at it's full length and realized she was literally dripping wet for him.

As he moved over her, she gasped feeling his length rub against her cunt. She adjusted herself for him, spreading her legs more, preparing for the feel of him surging inside her!
 
The nobleman readied himself. This time, if ever, he would get it consumate properly. Not only for using her like a toy, as he had done earlier in the deposits. This time, he would mate her. Properly.

So, without further ado, Rhys took his hands to her waist, and after rubbing himself against her soaked womanhood, and a deep breathtaking later, the Lord started to send his hips forward, his flesh making way through Tamina's, spreading her lower lips aside.
 
Surprising not only herself but she was sure, Rhys also, Tamina lifted her hips to meet his thrusting forward. She felt him surge into her in one swift stroke making her cry out, not from pain but this time, pleasure.

Locking her legs around his waist, Tamina had not choice but to ride along the bruising pace Rhys had set as he pumped into her over and over...
 
At first, Rhys had been hoping to go slow on her first, but when she moved herself to meet his first invasion, he lost control of it. Holding tight into tamina's hips, he pulled her over towards his groin, ramming his erection deep into the woman that he had claimed and chosen for himself.

Groaning, he could feel that he had hit her cervix painfully more than once, as she also helped him going deeper, her legs around his back.
 
With each thrust, Tamina cried out. She felt her entire body move under Lord Rhys'. Looking at him, she felt herself already close to the edge of pleasure, Tamina couldn't help but moan loudly, "Yes, Milord...yes!"

Caught up in the moment, she didn't realize what she had said as she came! Her mix of cries and moans filling the room!
 
Still Lord Rhys maintained some form of control - but this time, however, he was worried with her uncontrolled cries of pleasure. He would not deny her the delights that his constant fucking would guarantee her, but still, his room was far upwards into the castle than the secluded deposit where he had first sodomized her.

Nevertheless, the noble kept pummeling in and out, in and out... groaning and moaning lowly as he penetrated his Mistress.
 
Tamina bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out anymore. She was lost in total bliss. In the back of her mind she wondered why she ever fought this. Her husband had never brought her pleasure like this.

She felt a twinge of guilt pass through her but it was quickly dismissed as another wave of pleasure rocked her body, making her whole body quiver!
 
Strangely enough, similar thoughts runned through the noblemen's mind, even if mid-bliss, he remembered of Alana. Lady Alana, chatelaine to his castle and wife to Lord Rhys. He started to feel somewhat guilty, as he ravage a woman as gorgeous as his wife was. However, had not Alana kept him away from her chamber? Away from his arms? Had she not denied him his rights? Had she not been uncapable of bringing him an heir?

Soon enough, Rhys forgot about Alana, and kept ramming himself deep into Tamina, his moans louder, but still lower than Tamina's blissful screams of pleasure.
 
Tamina had lost count of how many times she came on Rhys' hard cock as it pumped into her. She tried her best to not scream or cry out but it wasn't any use, it just felt so good once she willed her body to enjoy it.

Just when she thought she could cum no more, she did and found herself grinding against the Lord's hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
 
He was about to do it.

But somehow, he wanted to warn Tamina this time, to allow her to share his own pleasure - even though he witnessed her body wriggling under his, her delights even more evident and ravening than his own. So, it was with one, last penetration, and a long groan ended with an audible gasp that he hilted himself, so powerfully that his tip spreaded her cervix aside.

And so did Rhys seeded her again, exploding powerfully deep into her bowels, seding jolt after jolt into her womb, filling her up so harshly that his legs trembled even before he was done.
 
Feeling his hot seed shoot deep within her, Tamina felt another, more powerful orgasm take over her body, her pussy milking Rhys' cock with each spasm. She was totally out of breath and her chest was heaving for air when she felt his body fall next to hers.

Realizing what just happened and what he had asked of her caused Tamina to smile, a satisfied, lazy smile as she caught her breath.
 
Still taking breath from that last gasp, Rhys stood still, hard and deep into Tamina, before finally allowing himself to slid away to lay beside her body, sweaty and tired. This had been quite a day. In one day, he eased himself for the weeks that his Lady had kept him away from her flesh.

It was a smiling Tamina that the nobleman found whe he turned to her. He could not help but smile at well, enveloping her in his arms and hugging her tight against his chest.
 
If Tamina could've protested Rhys pulling her against him, she would've. But she had not the strength as a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over her. She closed her eyes and the last thing she remembered was putting her arm over Rhys' big chest and falling asleep in his arms.

****
When Tamina awoke the next morning. Rhys was gone and she was in his bed alone. She looked around and didn't see him in the room but she could sense someone there...

"So, you are his toy?" came a voice from the dark.

Tamina gasped as she pulled the covers up, covering her breasts. "Who is there?"

Out of the shadows, a lone figure appeared. It was her! Lady Alana!

The Lady just gave Tamina an intense glare before walking out of the room leaving a bewildered Tamina behind.
 
"What is it, good Seamus?"

Rhys asked joyfully to the seemly annoyed Friar. His chaplain and his confessor, Friar Seamus was an older, fat, stunty little man whose grey hair streamed down emoulduring his face.

"I... heard that you'd broken your vows, Lord Rhys.", Seamus started, his voice sluggish and coffed. "The kitchens' staff had seen her. And the screams! your wife will not enjoy this... rival."

"She should have been more welcoming in my visits, good Friar."

"Still... it would be unwise to keep flatering of your new... toy, so eagerly."

"She WILL keep working in the kitchens, Friar. And if Alana keeps denying my advances, for God, I say that Tamina will be with me in court!" Rhys' had roughned his voice, not pleased to the Friar's condescendant tone.

Without another word, Lord Rhys left the fat man, and walked fast to his room, in order to meet Tamina once more.
 
Tamina was pacing Lord Rhys' chamber, she was afraid to go to the kitchen in fear of running into Lady Rhys.

She was dressed in a new dress that had been set out of her by someone, whom she guessed was Rhys himself. It fit perfectly and it was a beautiful color...

The door to the chamber opened, causing Tamina to gasp in fright. When she saw who it was, she sat at the edge of the bed, holding her chest, "You scared me!"
 
"What, who did you thought it would be? My wife?"

Lord Rhys laughted jokingly, approaching Tamina to hold her in his arms, having her head against his chest and his arms enveloping her back. He lowered on hand to grab low at her back, almost descending into her backside.

"You look gorgeous. I hope you liked the dress..."
 
She wanted to tell him that his wife did pay her a visit but she wasn't sure how he would take it. Obviously the rumors were true about her sickness and the fact that she knew about Tamina but a greater strain on the woman's nerves.

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed in Rhys' arms for only a moment before pushing back from him, smiling up at him, "No, of course not...it's just, there are some around I'm sure are all ready talking about us, more of me."
 
"Let them talk! Let them speak!"

He laughted, lifting her in his arms and spinning her around in genuine satisfaction, a gleeful smile at his lips as he waved her around the room. He had turned out to be more than merely sated by Tamina. He trusted her now to be his Mistress and Lover, and acted accordingly.

"They are envious of you, my Lover.", he said, his beard rubbing against her neck as he held her tight. "Disregard their evil comments. They are nothing but dust."

And then Lord Rhys took upon Tamina's hands.

"Why are you not working at the kitchens, yet?"
 
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