“Don’t we all,” said another, cupping his balls.
“I’d like to fuck those titties,” said the third, his hand working over his shaft as he watched her breasts sway with the Buck’s thrusts.
The Grand Buck fucking Lucy helped her lift from her hands, and he held her from behind while continuing to force his cock into her from below. “I brought you to kneel so you could serve a Buck. You know what I mean, don’t you, pretty girl?”
Lucy nodded yes and opened her mouth to show she was ready to receive them. Some part of her felt like a bad girl for receiving multiple men at once, all while carrying another man’s baby, but she liked the way Adam slumped even lower as he watched. Finally, she was extracting a justice her words alone could never deliver. If she happened to experience repeated pleasure in the course of handing down his sentence, so be it. Maybe she wasn’t so much a bad girl as a protagonist.
The Buck behind Lucy held her carefully so as not to place pressure on her belly, and she appreciated that kind man with a baby born on the wrong side of the blanket but no heir.
“How’s her pussy?” asked the man holding his cock to feed it into Lucy’s waiting mouth.
“I see why he’s so wild about her he’s willing to wear the horns. And the cage,” said the man fucking her.
Lucy began to say that Adam couldn’t be a cuckold because they weren’t married, but the Buck filled her mouth with smooth efficiency and she was soon recalling every lesson with Julia about how to accept a cock in her throat without choking or panicking.
The man in her throat held the back of her neck, his fingers moving slowly as if to gentle her into submission so he could use her that much more effectively.
The two other men came to either side of her body and they each touched her breasts curiously, one toying with her gathered nipple and the other feeling the weight of her breast in his hand.
“You’ve got her gripping me,” said the Buck in her cunny, his voice strained. “She likes that.”
She did indeed, her body so overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations that she wanted to shiver and scream.
Then she saw him and what he was doing: Adam had one armrest in his great big hand and his other working his balls beneath that medieval cage. He watched her take these men with undisguised hunger.
“Lucy!” he finally cried, his voice breaking with anguish. Anguished to be parted from her? Anguished to see her taking other men? She was unsure, but his exhortation called to some part of her that needed his pain, needed to know he feltsomethingfor her. He was no longer the laughing, carefree mogul in control of everything within his sight. Adam could laugh off losing watches and diamonds, but he seemed to have one attachment that she could see. He was desperatefor her,only her, at least in that room, at that moment.
And that did her in. Lucy tried to cry out as she broke, her body fighting that cock that worked in her mouth and the one in her cunny, but all that she made was a guttural moan. And then she was lost to her senses as she shook in her Bucks’ powerful arms.
“Fuck, she’s fucking choking it!” exclaimed the Buck in her mouth as he released into her throat.
“Not in front of a lady, Thorncock,” growled the man currently working her breast as if he wanted to milk her.
The man’s consideration for a mere maid — delivered in cultured tones that marked the aristocracy — made Lucy spasm again around the cock in her channel.
“No wonder he loves you,” whispered the gentle god, only the second man to take her cunt. “You’re soft and beautiful on the insideandthe outside.”
Lucy’s eyes rolled up uncontrollably on his next thrust, Adam’s cry combining with the man’s tender words to make her break from somewhere deep, the quakes seeming to run up her core until her lungs itched with the profound orgasm he drew from her.
As the man poured himself inside her cunny, leaving her pussy wet and sloppy, Lucy wailed loudly enough for Adam to bolt from his seat.
“Stay there,” she ordered. “We’ll come to you when we’re ready.”
Chapter 6
Adam sat back asLucy walked towards him, flanked by the other four Grand Bucks. He’d never considered how strange their paper antlers looked in the Forest, but now, nearly out of his mind with desire and feelings he could barely contain, he recognized they must seem very odd to visitors.
He’d joined the Grand Bucks because they’d asked. Adam enjoyed fucking and his cock had raised capital, but he especially enjoyed being invited into the lives of the elite. Into the wives of the elite.
Yet that rationale for his behavior seemed like a mere patch on the cloth of his broken boyhood. Now, he wanted fabric of his own, whole and plush, strong with a bold pattern. Lucy. He wanted her, above all.
He was struck by seeing her fully nude form for the first time. Her breasts and hips and thighs had a delicious jiggle with each step, and he longed to sink his hands in her unmarked flesh and hold her while thrusting into her, on her, anywhere.
Lucy’s eyes were cautious. Guarded. He needed to set his girl free so she could enjoy every minute of this.
“My pretty rabbit,” he said, holding out his hands to take hers while he remained seated, as she’d insisted. She halted for a moment and then took his hands in hers.
He had her. His heart soared as he gently pulled her closer until he could give her a kiss with the snout of his stag mask.
