And Adam — her Adam — had been one of those masked men the whole time. Lucy’s nipples pebbled below her cloak at the thought of who else might wear those Buck masks tonight. Who might see her body, almost imperceptibly carrying Adam’s child?
“So he’s been coming here to share women and talking about me all the while?” she asked drily as they moved towards eerie music. Julia had mentioned that a chamber orchestra played haunting melodies that sounded like the wind in the trees, but it took hearing those spectral notes to understand the effect. She was somewhere strange, doing a strange thing. Rather than feeling creeping dread, her heart soared at the possibilities.
“He’s been absent these few months,” said the man, failing to elaborate further even when Lucy stared at him.
Perhaps he’d been busy with his work. Perhaps his cock had forgotten how to function. Not really her problem, though some part of her reveled in his loss of bucking.
At the end of the great hall, four seated men, nude save their deer head masks complete with towering papier-mâché antlers, stood from their chairs.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” whispered Lucy. Suddenly, she realized she was going to fuck multiple virile men, all while the father of her child watched — with his cock caged by some medieval chastity device. According to every rule of the day, this was wrong. So why did she feel so free and excited?
Her Buck escort turned her away from the intimidating men. “What if you can’tnotdo this?” he asked gently.
Lucy thought for a moment and was mortified when tears came to her eyes. “I need him to feel as helpless and hurt as I feel.”
“So you asked for a night with the Bucks? You’re not the first wife to ask to visit the Forest.”
“We’re not married,” she said, her cheeks hot as she thought of her condition. Lucy reached for the clasp on her cloak and let the velvet fall.
The Buck drew in a small breath when he saw her body revealed and instinctively reached out a hand to her burgeoning belly.
“How far along?” he asked.
Lucy felt all of her blood rush to her feet. “What do you mean?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder to where the other four Bucks, including Adam, sat.
“You’re carrying, aren’t you?” he asked, his fingertips feathering over her belly in a way that made her cunny ache for his touch. Ache to let the truth be known to her child’s father. But how would he react?
“Is it so obvious?” she asked, her hand drifting over her midsection.
He stroked the side of her swollen breast comfortingly. “The others won’t notice. I recently became a father for the first time, so I’m very aware of the changes.”
“I hope your wife and baby fare well,” she said automatically.
“My wife has been…silent about the new addition,” he said wryly. “My mistress and the child are doing well.”
“Oh,” she said, struggling with the implications. He had fathered a child on his mistress before producing an heir with his wife? It wasn’t unheard of by any means, but even the most understanding wife might object to having her husband’s infidelity thrown in her face. Lucy felt tremendous sympathy for the wife before realizing that she had more in common with the mistress. It was a shock to the gut after so many months of seeing herself as the wronged party.
The Buck let his hand drift to her cleft and stroked the soft hair that covered her mound. His touch felt soft and stimulating, and Lucy wanted more. But she was concerned about a very public revelation of her secret.
“Do you really think he won’t be able to see my condition?” asked Lucy.
The man glanced back at the four standing Bucks, focusing on one who had metal glinting where his cock should have been hanging. Or hard. “I’ll draw the others to us and insist that he remain seated until our activities prove distracting. But consider telling him, won’t you?”
Lucy hummed, and he looked at her in a way that made his mask seem to have a stern expression.
“You want to do this?” asked the man. “You want our cocks in your cunny?”
“Yes,” said Lucy, far more confident than she felt.
“Then get on your hands and knees and prepare to get that little cunt fucked.”
Chapter 4
Adam was nearly franticas he watched Lucy — his Lucy — being touched by the Rutlord, the Grand Buck currently serving as chief of the Forest. He wanted to be the one fondling her, but seeing his brother Buck stroking her luscious tit made him unspeakably hard.
Which posed problems. True to his word, he’d had that medieval chastity device oiled, his balls shaved, and a belt fitted so his manhood could be caged for the occasion of Lucy’s sharing. What seemed like a lark was becoming a very painful problem indeed.
Adam’s cock jerked when the Rutlord placed his hand lower, presumably between Lucy’s thighs; it was hard to see her. He was so hard against the thick wires encasing his cock’s shaft and head that it was already unbearable. His girl had forced himinto a perfect torture. He tried to conceal just how much he was enjoying it.
