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All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like natural-born shemales, reluctant sex, first-time sex or medieval settings are not your cups of tea then please move along - otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!
Please let me know if you'd like a part two, such as finding out for sure if Odette is pregnant - maybe with a fun castle kitchen scene, or the lovers escaping to a vacation by the oceanside (or elsewhere)?
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An expensive, fur-trimmed gown lay in a silken pool atop a plain, crumpled commoner's dress, the discarded clothing a stark reminder of what was to come.
Grand Duchess Angélique du Ursin perched on the edge of a velvet-trimmed settee, lithe fingers caressing the beautiful, trembling serving girl before her. She ran her palm gently across the swell of Odette's breast, her other hand guiding her reluctant lover down onto her lap. The maiden tensed, her traitorous nipples hardening unashamedly beneath her beloved noble's unwanted attention, and she let out a tiny gasp as her legs were forced to straddle one of the duchess' knees. She blushed, acutely aware of the wetness that she, and Angélique, could feel between her thighs.
*quot;Are you ready for your'jus primae noctis', sweet one? I know I have wanted you for a very, very long time.*quot;
Odette shook her head, the only response she could think to offer. Her protests meant nothing to the duchess, however.
*quot;Then I will just have to prepare you some more, hummmmm?*quot;
Angélique's voice was a husky whisper, her eyes glued to the pink, undefiled cunt dripping lewdly upon her knee. It was Odette's wedding night, and, like so many rulers before her, Angélique was going to claim the bride's virginity via a practice called 'First Night Rights'. It wasn't romantic, wasn't what Angélique wanted, but if it was the only way to share a single, intimate moment with Odette then so be it. The barbaric tradition had long died out in the capital, but northwards, in the depths of the rural countryside -- far from the interfering eye of the crown's guard -- it was still practiced. Every ruling noble had it drilled in them to perform the task for every wedding, and it had been as such for generations.
However, what most duchess did not possess was a cock with which to fuck the bride with.
This commonsensical fact was not about to stop Angélique. The du Ursin lineage, nearly four hundred years old, held a vehemently-guarded genealogical secret: once, every few generations, one of their women would be born with a penis instead of a vagina. This genetic anomaly had been passed down to Angélique, and she intended to use her gift to ravage the curvaceous serving girl until Odette was ruined for her horrid husband.
Angélique, in her defense, detested the tradition. She had taken the virginity of ten brides, several of which she had sired children with, but never had there been one she had actual feelings for the way she did with Odette. Everything about the maiden excited her, and if she could have taken a wife for herself there was no second thought in her mind about who she would choose.
Ten years ago a small, orphaned child had been sold to the castle. The Grand Duke Lamont du Ursin, Angélique's father, gave the child to one of the maids to train as a servant. Angélique had just become a teenager then, and had paid no mind to a lowly serving child. Yet, as the years progressed and the girl became her main servant, Angélique watched Odette transform. The child was kind to all, her smile lighting up a room the way no one else could. She was intelligent and quick-witted, even if not educated, and perpetually did her best to please the nobility. Even as a child she was pretty, her beauty only growing as the seasons turned. As such the duke betrothed her to Thomas, his head alemaster, as thanks for being the best source of income for the du Ursin family. The duke insisted that the wedding would not be allowed to take place until Odette was of age, so Thomas bided his time with cheap whores and drink.
Once Odette turned twelve she had been like a shadow to Angélique, by then the Grand Duchess in the wake of her father's untimely death, and the duchess would have been lost without Odette's help. The two were nearly inseparable in the following years, with Odette taking on the role of handmaiden for Angélique, and their age difference did nothing to deter the chemistry budding between them once Odette matured.
The two women shared a kinship, something dangerously toeing the line of flirtation, that often found them sharing late-night, clandestine cups of tea with cookies. Angélique couldn't publicly show Odette any special attention, couldn't openly show how much she valued their time together, but that didn't stop her heart from doing little flip-flop motions whenever she saw Odette.
Although Angélique held no knowledge of it, her affections were returned - and had been for some time. Odette şişli escort longed to spend every precious minute alone with the duchess, her cheeks turning a sweet shade of crimson whenever she thought about the gorgeous woman, but her duties often kept her in the servant's quarters or kitchen. Her favorite times of day were the start and end, for that was when she got to be alone with Angélique to help her dress and undress. Any chance she got to be near the noble was heavenly, until she received a harsh reminder.
She had finally reached her promised wedding age.
Thomas had aged poorly, his once-nice home nothing more than a run-down shack after spending all his coin on prostitutes. His health was in decline due to the diseases he had contracted from his countless trysts, and he had been fined more than once by the whorehouse for getting violent with the women there. Odette dreaded her marriage, of being ripped from Angélique's side so she could labour over her husband's ale vats, but what choice did she have?
None.
Her wedding to the brute was joyless, the feast afterwards tasting like ash in her mouth. the girl wanted to cry, at least until the moment Angélique stood up, bejeweled gown glittering in the light of dozens of candles as she claimedjus primae noctis. Thomas, delusion having him believing himself above law due to being treated well by the former duke, was livid. He sneered at Angélique, beady eyes ablaze, but he held his tongue.
While Thomas was home fuming Angélique's palm was snaking downwards across soft flesh, her fingertips brushing lightly over the girl's labia in short, teasing strokes. Odette tried to clench her legs shut, tried valiantly to preserve her well-kept purity, but it was far too late. Angélique used two fingers from her right hand to scissor open the girl's cunt lips, the fingers of her left hand darting out to capture Odette's exposed clit. The duchess tugged the nub gently, her cock giving a delighted twitch when Odette failed to suppress a sensual moan.
*quot;Uggggh...*quot;
The servant bit her lip, hips bucking as she failed to yank herself free from the invading grip. She wanted this so badly, wanted to give herself freely to Angélique, but she knew such an act would only make her crave the duchess for life. She clasped her hands together, but the urgency of her body's plea was lost on Angélique. The girl's arm movement merely served to press her large breasts together, the erotic sight blowing all other rational thought from the duchess' mind. Angélique couldn't help herself; even as Odette began speaking the duchess was peppering tiny kisses across the maiden's nipples, giving the hard little buds an occasional lick or suck that made the girl gasp.
*quot;My lady,unnnnnn, no! Please, think of my poor husband: he will be distraught if you deflower me tonight! And,uggh, what if he then wants nothing to do with me? I would be ruined...oooohh!*quot;
The noble giggled, a smug grin lifting up the corners of the duchess' bow-shaped lips as she lightly bit one of the girl's nipples. She extracted herself, scooting back enough that she could tilt Odette's chin up until the teary-eyed girl was forced to meet Angélique's heated gaze.
*quot;Oh, but I am thinking of our dear Thomas! I am thinking about how his just-wed wife will warm my bed until sunrise, her delectable little cunt taking load after load from my cock. I am also thinking of his face when you finally return to his hovel, my seed dripping from your thoroughly-used hole and my lips having left kisses in places no decent lady should display. And,best of all, I am thinking of how he will bed you as soon as you return to him, desperate to try and drown my seed with his...*quot;
The duchess paused, her hand slinking down to pat Odette's belly possessively.
*quot;Mine will win, though; of that I am certain. I cannot wait to see you grow round with my child! You will be so very beautiful, more lovely than any ancient goddess of fertility...*quot;
With that declaration Angélique's lips captured Odette's, her dominant tongue seeking entry into the warmth of the girl's mouth. She found it, Odette's adoration allowing the noble to have her way, and it didn't take Angélique long to maneuver them across the floor and onto her luxurious bed. She eased Odette down, the softness of the expensive sheets not lost on the poor maiden. The duchess hovered above the scared girl, skin to skin, her erection an unspoken promise cloistered hotly between them.
Angélique began kissing Odette's neck, a trail of scarlet lip color vibrant against the bride's peachy complexion. The duchess worked her way downwards, making sure to leave a path of marks as she gently sucked at her lover's skin. Throat, nipples, navel, hips...each zone was claimed, Odette's body a battlefield to be conquered. When Angélique reached the girl's thighs she paused, taking a moment to appreciate the panting beauty poised beneath her. Odette's mind was still protesting, but her body had surrendered.
She had wanted Angélique for so long, and her body knew that this was the object of her secret desires. The girl could no longer feign disinterest, her pussy glistening with drops of arousal from the dutchess' expert touch. The noble placed a hand on either of the maiden's thighs, but used no pressure. She turned her emerald gaze up to Odette, knowing she wanted the young bride to offer herself up.
*quot;Now,mon joli petit amant, will you spread your legs so that your ruler may taste what the law of our land has so graciously provided?*quot;
Odette quivered, a potent mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body. She had always been told that it was a sin to lay with a woman, or to even think such impure thoughts, but she had been in love with Angélique for years. This was the person she wanted above all others - the one she wished she had just been wed to. Something inside the maiden snapped, the last of her parchment-thin resolve shredding as the duchess waited patiently. If Odette was going to be deflowered, to only get one night in the arms of the one she adored, then at least she would try to enjoy it.
In one fluid motion she spread her legs, Angélique's mouth watering as she drank in the sight of the girl's wet, tight little pussy. After a still, appreciative moment the duchess pulled herself back, manipulating Odette onto her hands and knees. Once the bride was in position, her aroused nipples brushing pleasantly against the cool, silk sheets, Angélique guided the girl's knees apart. Odette's entire body flushed, the maiden unused to being exposed so erotically. Every touch sent shivers through her, and it was all she could do to bite back a moan as the duchess worked her magic.
The noble grabbed Odette's hips and pulled the maiden flush against her cock, rubbing her erection teasingly along the crevice of the girl's slit. This was merely a taste of what was to come, as there was a particular flavor that the excited duchess was craving. Angélique lowered her body, angling her face so she could place a tender, open-mouthed kiss on the girl's pussy. She wanted to shower Odette with rapt adoration, the way the kind, gentle girl deserved to be treated, and she'd be damned if she wouldn't make sure they both enjoyed their experience.
She began to lap at Odette's clit, nose nearly pressing against the girl's plump labia with each stroke of her tongue. Sweet, tangy arousal coated her lips in a warm, slippery wave, Angélique humming happily as she licked the bride clean. For several minutes she experimented with different pressures and angles to see what responses she could draw from Odette, and it didn't take long for the servant to orgasm, her pussy exploding in a torrent of juice that washed over the duchess' skilled tongue.
*quot;Ahhhhhh!*quot;
Odette's cunt spasmed, the pink walls contracting as her climax hit. She instinctively arched, pressing Angélique's face tight against her cunt and smearing the duchess' cheeks with pussy juice. Angélique pulled back, hooded eyes gazing worshipfully at the climaxing girl before her as she licked her lips. Odette had pressed her face into a pillow, angling her hips up to further expose her gushing pussy instead of hiding herself as Angélique had expected her to. The noble reached between the bride's legs, coating her thumb in pussy juice before pressing it against her lover's clit.
*quot;You are perfect,ma cherie, and I want you to feel wonderful. Now, hold still for me...*quot;
The duchess made small, gentle circles, amused by the hip wiggle the girl gave each time Angélique pressed extra hard. Every caress sent exquisite ripples of pleasure though Odette's body, leaving her limp and wanting more.
As she continued her ministrations Angélique leaned forward, spitting on Odette's opening to add extra lubrication, the girl's pretty pussy glistening in the soft fire light. She pressed two fingers inside the pink hole; tenderly at first, then slowly scissoring them apart as the noises the maiden made grew more wanton. Angélique could feel Odette tensing around her fingers, so she added just a smidge more pressure from the thumb that was still on the girl's clit, the motion causing Odette to tremble like a hunted doe.
Angélique's cock gave an aggressive twitch, her rod demanding to be sheathed in the warm, welcoming embrace of a tight cunt.
*quot;Oh please,please my lady! I feel hot, and 'down there' is so tender...you,ohhhhh...ahhhh...!*quot;
Angélique ignored Odette's cries. She kept thrusting her fingers deep inside the bride even as the maiden begged for her to stop, the girl's body shuddering delightfully as she orgasmed. A smirk danced across Angélique's lips, her tongue darting out to lick the last of her lover's juice from her mouth. She wanted to fuck Odette then, to make her pretty little virgin writhe in ecstacy, but she needed the girl as ready as possible. The duchess yanked her hand back, extracting herself from the bed to retrieve the warm container of oil that she had readied earlier in the evening.
The lavender-infused liquid was the perfect temperature, and soon her fingers were thickly coated in the slippery concoction. Within moments her digits had returned to the waiting pussy, two of them buried to the hilt in her pretty servant. Minutes ticked by as Angélique worked, her fingers a tireless blur of pleasure for the young bride. Once Odette was stretched, her glistening hole just begging to be ravaged, Angélique lined her desperate cock up, making sure to first douse the tip and shaft with a copious dollop of oil.
*quot;Take a deep breath,cher c?ur. This will hurt, but I swear pain will give way to further pleasure soon.*quot;
Before Odette had a chance to respond Angélique thrust forward, her eager hips slamming home. In one fell move the girl's hymen snapped, searing jolts of pain spiking through her lower abdomen. A thin trickle of warmth leaked from her, undeniable proof of her purity, and the only sound the bride could make was a strangled groan.
The duchess was feral, her cock leading her as she gave in to animalistic desires. With hips pumping continuously she leaned over Odette, reaching a hand around until it was cupping a bouncing tit. Angélique sought the girl's nipple, finding the sensitive little bud and rolling it between oily fingers. This helped distract the girl, a ragged mewl escaping her at the intensity of the dual stimulation. She had touched herself, of course, but she now realized that nothing else could compare to the feel of another person's hands.
Part of Angélique wanted to take it slow, to be gentle and compassionate with Odette, but in her experience drawing out a virgin's first penetration just kept them in pain longer. She maneuvered her free hand down to the girl's pussy, pressing along Odette's folds until the duchess found her clit. All it took was a few well-placed, hard strokes and the girl was cumming, her lungs gasping for air as her body strived to process all of the different feelings.
*quot;Nooooooo!*quot;
Odette wailed, panting shallowly as every touch to her over-stimulated pussy made her see stars. She could feel Angélique's nipples rubbing against her back, the novel sensation bewitching to the inexperienced girl. Her muscles contracted, putting Angélique's cock in such a vice-grip that the duchess came, the warm, gooey blast of cum coating the inside of the girl's unprotected cunt. For a moment the world held its breath, the hushed crackling of the fire the only sound gracing the chamber.
Then Angélique moaned, the guttural, pleased sound shattering the silence. She remained still, her softening cock slowly slipping from her servant's tingling, abused pussy. No words were spoken; there was no need for whispers of empty promises or sweet nothings. Yet, as Angélique gazed down at the delicate, still-trembling shoulders of the one who had just brought her so much pleasure, of the one she had been pining for, she knew she could not bring herself to release Odette just yet.
Her anger at Thomas, and her helplessness at her beloved being married off, gave way to an overwhelming desire to take care of Odette. The urge crashed over her, a primal, purely instinctive drive that she couldn't ignore causing her to sit up. The duchess peeled herself off of her bedmate, oil and sweat slicking her frontside. She watched her seed dribble out of the girl's throughly-fucked pussy, the erotic sight enough to make her cock reharden just a little. Angélique glared down at her shaft, cursing her high sex drive. There would be time for that later, but for now she was going to take care of her girl. She placed a soft hand on Odette's lower back, her tone taking on the gentle cadence that the servant had long ago learned was special for her.
*quot;Stay, my darling. Give me a moment, then I will call to you.*quot;
Odette obeyed, turning her head to watch in curiosity as the unusually-messy duchess, coiffed hairdo unraveling and body oil-spotted, shuffled to the adjoining room and began drawing a bath. A decade of serving the noble household had ingrained in the girl that it was she who should be preparing the water - she who should be adding herbs and soap, not Angélique - but Odette remained in place. Once the in-floor stone tub was filled, the circular bath large enough for four people, Angélique beckoned the young bride over.
When Odette was perched on the edge of the tub's inner bench, the hot water submerging her up to the tops of her buoyant breasts, the duchess maneuvered herself in behind the girl. She set about cleaning up her lover, making sure to scrub away all traces of the blood and cum she had inflicted on her beloved. As Angélique worked Odette felt her body relaxing, the hot water and herbal soaps already doing wonders for her sore, stretched muscles. The tension drained from her shoulders, and even her still-aching pussy began to feel better as the water cleansed her.