Chapter 6 - Chapter Six

Galen had promised himself he would not watch. No, he definitely would not go down to the forest pool to watch his wife and the Duke… together. 

The Duke had already given him a purse containing half of the promised silver coins. Just stay here, Galen, he told himself. Sit here and count the coins and think of all the things they might buy. Think of owning your own land. Or buying a donkey. Or telling those fucking churchmen to go to hell. Think about anything but the Duke and your wife. Do not think about your pregnant wife naked and on her knees. Do not think about his cock sliding in and out of her. Do not think of the Duke filling your wife with his seed until it drips out of her. Do not –

Five minutes later, full of disgust and self-loathing, Galen crept stealthily through the heavy underbrush toward the pool. He moved slowly so he might not betray his presence with a careless step. Galen could be very quiet when he wanted to. Not even Mabel knew how lightly he could tread, slipping undetected through the forest.

He was nearing the edge of the pool now. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled forward through the bush. Through the leaves he saw water sparkling in the early morning light. He heard Mabel’s voice saying something, and a deeper male voice answering her. Gently, he parted the branches in front of him and looked out. 

The Duke of Rutland was standing naked behind his wife in a shallow part of the pool, his feet apart, his unruly mane of hair haloed with sunlight. The duke was clearly a virile man. Curly graying hair grew thick on his chest, and his arms were wiry with lean muscle. His dick was lengthy, and two large and healthy testicles dangled between his legs. 

As Galen watched, his wife, who was also naked, bent over in front of the Duke. The Duke was holding a golden, bejeweled object in his hand. He spread her round bottom apart, exposing her tight anus. The Duke stuck a long finger in his mouth to wet it. Then he reached down and rubbed his spit around the rim of Mabel’s asshole. Then, carefully, the Duke began to insert the jeweled plug into it. 

Galen knew a man in the nearby village who boasted that his wife let him use her asshole as he would her cunt. The man had said he would rut inside her ass until he filled it with his seed. Galen did not think it was right. A woman’s arse-cunt was a filthy hole. It was unclean. Only whores let men stuff their cocks into their shit-holes. But now, his own wife was bent over, biting her lip as the duke pushed the jeweled plug into her ass. 

“You are doing well, girl,” the Duke said. Mabel groaned. “Just a bit further,” he encouraged her.

“I cannot do it, Your Grace,” gasped Mabel. “Forgive me, please.” Her voice shook. “The plug is too big for my small anus.”

“Calm yourself girl,” said the Duke. “Breathe. Wait for a moment while you get used to it.” 

Mabel nodded, panting. Her breasts swayed beneath her. 

“What’s that in the bushes?” said the Duke, suddenly. He looked up towards the undergrowth where Galen was hiding. Galen froze in place, his heart pounding in his chest. Had the duke spotted him?

Mabel squealed. “Your Grace!” While she was distracted, the Duke had shoved the rest of the plug inside her bottom. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Your Grace is extremely naughty!” But she giggled as she said this. 

Galen heard the duke laugh his deep, rich laugh. “Best to put it in quick. Not so bad now, is it?” 

“No,” Mabel said. “I feel so… full, Your Grace,” said Mabel, panting.

Galen peeked out again. He saw the ruby between his young wife’s firm, trim buttocks winking in the sunlight. Mabel was craning her neck to get a look in the reflection of the pool. She looks like a king’s whore with that gem in her ass, he thought. His chest ached with jealousy and desire.

“Do you like your gift?” asked the Duke.

“It is… quite unusual, Your Grace,” said Mabel. 

“The plug is more than a decoration,” said the Duke. “Come, I will show you.” Taking her by the hand, he guided her to the wide, smooth tree stump. Galen saw one of his axes was still embedded in the pale flesh of the stump. The Duke gripped the axe by its handle. In one quick motion, he jerked it free and tossed it away. “We don’t need this,” he said. “Lie down here. Lie on your back and spread your legs for your Duke. Open to him willingly.”

Now the couple had moved over to the tree stump, Galen no longer had a good view of them. Stealthily, he crawled through the bushes to find a spot with a better view.



Mabel lay down on the stump and gazed up at the Duke shyly, covering her chest with her arm and her shaved sex with her other hand. She felt both excited and bashful about exposing her intimate parts so brazenly to a stranger.

“Do not play coy with me, little maiden,” said the Duke impatiently. “I wish to see every part of you.”

Blushing furiously, Mabel moved her hands away and parted her thighs for his inspection. The Duke grunted, whether in approval or disgust she could not tell. She looked at him. His cock, she noticed, was now erect, its head swollen and purple. He knelt down between her splayed legs and leaned forward. His face was only inches from her. She could feel his breath on her smooth pussy lips. “Spread yourself open,” he ordered. “Use two fingers.” 

Mabel could feel that she was dripping wet. Why is my body betraying me like this? she wondered. It is shameful… to want this.
 
“Ahh,” the Duke said, almost as if he had overheard her thoughts. “You are nice and moist already.”

“Forgive me, Your Grace,” she whispered, mortified. “I cannot help it.”

“What? Nonsense!” he exclaimed. “You should not apologize for your carnal desires and your lewd thoughts. I can tell you are a lusty maiden. You are young and full of life. Of course you want to experience and enjoy sexual pleasure. Yield to it. Your little flower knows the truth of what you want. She is glistening with desire. Ah! I must taste her.” 

Before Mabel could protest, the Duke ran his tongue up the inside of her left thigh, higher and higher. He brushed her sopping pussy lips with his own lips. With gentle hands, he spread her open wider. His tongue flicked back and forth over her hooded clit. He took her ruffled butterfly wings into his mouth and sucked on them gently. Then he began licking her pink gash right up the middle, slowly and sensually, as if she were a fancy delicacy that he was savoring.

Mabel found she was making soft little sounds, oohs and ohs, with each stroke of the Duke’s attentive tongue across her sex. 

The Duke paused his ministrations and lifted his head. “Does that feel good?” he asked. 

“Yes,” breathed Mabel. “M-m-more, please, Your Grace.” Her cheeks burned with the brazenness of her request. 

Mabel felt his tongue at her entrance once more. But she also felt his fingers probing around the bejeweled plug clutched tightly in her sphincter. The Duke gripped the plug firmly. Even as he tasted her pussy he gently tugged on the toy in her ass. The sensation was electrifying. Mabel’s toes curled, her back arched, and she gasped. 

“Oh fuck, Your Grace!” she exclaimed. She clapped a hand over her mouth. To use such coarse language in front of the Duke! But she could hardly help herself. She threw her head back as a wave of pleasure swept over her. The Duke did not stop. Instead, he thrust two of his fingers deep into her pulsating vagina. He stroked her vigorously from within as he continued toying with her ass and nibbling on her exquisitely sensitive clitoris. 

“Is that good?” he asked.

“One more finger, Your Grace,” Mabel pleaded. The Duke inserted a third finger inside of her. “Ah!” she exclaimed.

Mabel felt a sudden flood building up inside of her. Her dam was about to burst. Mabel had a sudden mortifying thought: she was about to piss on the Duke. 

“P-p-please stop, Your Grace!” she gasped.

“Why?” asked the Duke. “Does this not feel pleasurable, girl?” He gave the plug in her anus a playful tug. “Admit it, it does.”

“It feels…” Mabel’s face turned scarlet crimson. “I think…”

“Say it, girl!”

“I think I need to piss,” Mabel whispered shamefully.

The Duke smiled a wide wolf smile. “Ah!” he exclaimed. “Listen to me, girl,” he said. “It’s not piss you’re holding back. It is something so much better. Let us continue. This time, simply… let go.” He squeezed her hand. “Trust me.”

Mabel swallowed. But before she could protest further, the Duke had buried his face between her thighs once more. He was lapping at her cunny, and his fingers were probing deep within her. They were touching her, seeking, seeking… there. She felt another jolt of electrifying pleasure. She gasped. That was the spot. The Duke continued to lick her and to finger her. With his free hand he toyed with the marvelous plug filling her ass. Mabel was breathing hard. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt the wave of pleasure rushing through her, washing downward, down towards her crotch. “Oh! Oh, Your Grace!” she cried out.

Quick as a flash, the Duke pulled his fingers from within her. Mabel arched her back and released. A jet of fluid erupted from her pussy. It arched through the air, showering down on the waters of the forest pool. Burst after burst squirted out of her. She was a living fountain. The release of the dammed up orgasm felt incredible. Mabel had never felt anything like it. At last it subsided. 

“What was that?” panted Mabel. “I came… like a man.”

The Duke smiled. “Your body is capable of things you cannot imagine, fair maiden,” he said. “Today I have shown you one.” He tugged her upright, spun her around, and bent her over the stump, legs apart. “Let us see what else you can do.” 

The Duke grabbed Mabel’s long locks of dark hair, pulling her against him. His rigid cock slid easily inside her. Still, Mabel gasped, for he was larger than she was used to. Then he started to fuck her, vigorously.



Galen had wormed his way through some dense and thorny underbrush. His bad arm pained him greatly, but the squelching sounds and Mabel’s sighs and moans had given him a single-minded focus. He did not understand what the Duke had done to his wife to make her squirt out of her cunny. It seemed like a trick a town whore might perform. It was disgusting and unseemly for a man’s wife. 

Meanwhile, the Duke of Rutland had his naked wife bent over a tree stump as he thrust into her repeatedly. “What do you think, lovely maiden?” asked the Duke. “How do you find my cock?” He was holding her by the hips to help her maintain her balance. Her hanging breasts jiggled with each smooth, assured stroke.

In response, Mabel moaned loudly.

“Tut-tut, girl,” said the Duke. “You cannot avoid the question. Answer me! Is my cock like your husband’s?”

“N-n-o!” gasped Mabel. 

“Why not?” asked the Duke. 

“You… you’re b-bigger, Your Grace,” moaned Mabel.

“And how does my cock make you feel?”

“Like I’m being filled up,” said Mabel. “My pussy is so full. My ass is so full.”

“Good,” said the Duke. “Sensation is the key to sensuality, my dear maiden. The more I increase sensation, the more your body will respond. Let me show you,” he said, and let go of her hips. His belt was lying on the bank next to them. He picked it up. “For instance,” he continued, “What if I were to whip your ass with my belt?” He pulled his long tool, now covered in her cream, out of her. He gave her bare ass a vigorous thwack with the belt, leaving a red weal across her buttocks. Mabel cried out with a voice that contained both pleasure and pain in equal measures. Two more times he did this, before he thrust into her once more.

Despite Galen’s disgust at this lewd display, he could not deny the effect the scene was having on him. He looked down to find his breeches were now down around his ankles, and his own erect cock was in his hand. He stroked it vigorously as he watched the Duke claim his wife. His cheeks burned with shame, but he could not help himself. 

The Duke continued to play with the jeweled toy in Mabel’s ass. He pulled on it until her sphincter puckered before he released it. The Duke also reached around and played with her clitoris as he continued to fuck her. He grabbed her long, dark hair and wrapped it around his fist, tugging hard on it. He grabbed her swollen breasts as they swung beneath her with each vigorous stroke. He treated her like a lusty sexual toy.

It was evident that Mabel loved it. “Harder!” she gasped. 

“What a lusty little maiden you are,” said the Duke delightedly. “I had hoped you would be, but you never know for sure how a maiden will take to such play until she is bent over in front of you.” He smacked her bottom with the belt once more. 

Mabel had now given herself completely over to sexual pleasure. Her back arched. Her breasts bounced. She was moaning loudly. She bucked her hips against the Duke as he thrust into her. “Oh, Your Grace,” she gasped, “yes! Yes! Fuck me as hard as you are able! Please!” She was cumming again, this time even harder than before. Spasms of pleasure shook her body. 

The Duke, as experienced as he was, could hold out no longer. Mabel’s cunt was gripping his cock powerfully, milking him for all he was worth. He let the belt fall and gripped Mabel’s ass hard, digging his fingers into her cheeks until they left red welts. Then he emptied his balls inside of her.
Galen could take it no longer. Watching his wife get fucked so vigorously and lewdly by the Duke was too much for him. His sack tightened, his shaft pulsed, and he emptied his seed all over the ground before him.

“That was…” Mabel found she could barely speak for gasping for air. “… quite pleasurable, Your Grace.” She straightened up and surveyed herself. She had dirt on her knees. A sticky white gob was trickling down the inside of her thigh. “Shall we both clean off in the pool?”

“Clean off?” said the Duke, arching an eyebrow. “Why, we aren’t finished yet.”

“But Your Grace,” said Mabel. “You have spent your seed in me. Surely…”

“Ah, sweet innocent girl,” said the Duke. “With training and discipline a man can keep going. If the maiden is agreeable.” He grasped his hard-on as if presenting it to her. He was still erect.

“Well,” said Mabel, “Your Grace did pay for a whole hour.” She bit her lower lip and smiled cheekily at him.

“You are full of surprises, naughty little maiden,” said the Duke. “Come here, then.” So saying, he lifted Mabel up. She wrapped her legs and arms around them. The Duke carried her like this into the center of the shallow pool. They were standing right in front of Galen’s hiding spot. He had a front row view of the Duke’s dangling, wrinkly ball-sack. The Duke lowered Mabel down, impaling her on his dick once more. She held on tightly to him as he bounced her up and down on it. Mabel kissed the Duke passionately as he penetrated her. The gleaming gem in her ass seemed to wink at Galen as it caught the sunlight.

Galen could take no more. The trousers around his ankles were stained with dirt and semen. His dick was limp and wet. His arm was throbbing with pain. Filled with disgust and self-loathing, Galen crept back through the underbrush until he was safely out of sight. Then he stumbled back to the cottage, cradling his arm. There were tears in his eyes.



Mabel knelt in front of the Duke, cleaning off his glistening wet cock with her tongue. 

“You are a fine, lusty young maiden,” said the Duke with a sigh. “Alas, I fear our hour is almost up. There is so much I could teach you; and unless I miss my guess, you would be a fast learner.”

“You honor me, Your Grace,” said Mabel. 

The Duke lifted her delicate chin and flicked a gob of semen from it. He gazed into her green eyes with his own. “Come away with me,” he whispered to her. “Be a maiden in my castle. I will teach you the secret ways of pleasure. I will unlock the secret desires in your heart you do not even know yet. And you will taste them, and they will be so sweet. Do you think forty silver knights is a lot of coin? I will give you that amount every year you are with me.”

Mabel’s eyes widened in surprise at his words.

“Come,” he said. “You are far too remarkable and beautiful a young woman to live a drab peasant’s life. Surely you do not wish to spend your life churning out babies for a poor woodcutter?”

“You honor me, Your Grace,” said Mabel, lowering her gaze. “But I am married. I have a husband, and I swore to be faithful to him. I must remain by his side.”

“Do not let a false sense of duty hold you back from seizing the opportunities life presents you with, woman,” said the Duke. 

But Mabel shook her head resolutely. “Your Grace is an excellent and skillful lover,” she said. “But I love my husband. And he needs me.”

“Very well,” said the Duke shortly. “Farewell then.” Turning abruptly, he mounted the bank, scooped up his clothing, and strode naked toward the cottage.

“Vasqua!” he called out, “Let us be gone!” 
