7

Liba's Uses

“Come! Bring your bloodthirsty lot! We’ll have a banquet to celebrate your return.” Eben slapped him on the back.

Zierno’s band had time to leave the bailey to the Netherwood and bathe in a cove near the NetherRunnel before returning to the castle.

Zierno was customarily escorted to a chamber to take a bath and get cleaned up.

Eben would hear none of him bathing in the woods.

He never does.

“You’ll use the same chamber as always.” Eben directed offering no time to argue before he continued. “I’ll send you Liba, as I always do.”

He waved away Zierno’s objections and left the room.

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Servants hauled in steaming buckets to fill the tub near the fire.

Zierno had just enough time to drop in and begin to soak when Liba arrived.

She rolled in rather than walked. Wearing a robe slit up the side and tied with a silk band she swayed her lush hips in a seductive saunter. Making her large breasts sway like pendulums against the silky fabric.

She stood at the foot of his tub and unlaced the band. Letting the material fall from her to reveal straps of leather which ’v’ed from her sex, barely concealing it and up to just cover her large, dark nipples. The straps swung over her shoulders and then united at her lower back to cradle her crack.

Covering only the essentials.

He gave a pleased chuckle.

She was by far his favorite of Eben’s playthings. Kept in the castle and clothed in silks and satins, like a favored pet.

Which was the nickname he’d given her.

“Do you need help in your bath?” She crooned.

“Come here, Pet.” He waved her over.

Her black hair swayed with every step and her large brown eyes were hooded as she met his gaze. Letting her body strain at the straps covering her.

“Wash me, Pet.”

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She gave a smile. “Oh, you know I do love touching your fine body.”

He put his elbows back on the tub to give her free rein.

And that she did.

She made herself at home, stroking him. When finally, she reached for the sponge, he lifted it atop his foot to offer it to her.

She twisted to give him a full view of her pleasingly rounded buttocks as she leaned over to reach for the squishy item. The side of her breast curved as it dangled from her. The nipple jutting against the material holding it, in rebellion.

Wanting freed, nearly as much as I want to free it.

She dragged that sponge freely over him. Washing him with one hand while her other delved under the water to stroke along his staff. Operating him perfectly.

She, of all people ought to know how.

He’d been bedding her since he was barely old enough to do so. And still not lost my taste for her.

There were few women as lustful or as heartily built as she.

She’s made for sex.

And by all accounts, revered the act.

Or does well feigning it.

But the thing that made her even more unique was how Liba liked to be bedded.

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“What is it you want?” He rumbled in a husky voice. Looking up at her as she leaned over him. Her hands roaming his chest and belly as if he were one of her precious belongings.

“Mount me. Take me vicious...” She purred.

“That’s what you always want.”

“Making love is so boring.” She pouted. “And that’s what all the men in this castle do...”

“Oh, you poor thing.” He rubbed her chin as he dryly added. “What simpering fools to bring you gifts and make tenderness toward you. When all you want is brutalized.”

“Mmm...” She purred, beaming.

Oh, I understand her... He knew exactly how selfish and volatile she could be.

And he knew that men all over the realm had fallen under her spell and yearned to please her.

I just want to use that lovely body of hers.

And make her scream.

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“Get out of the bath.” She coaxed.

He stood. Letting the water roll off his powerful frame.

Her greedy eyes took in the sight of his erect member.

She caught it in her hand and began roughly stroking it.

“On your knees, My Pet.” He ordered. He pushed the top of her head and she fell on them. “Take it and please me.”

She nodded. Opening her mouth in a perfect ‘o’ as she expertly drew his length in. Suckling him as if she were a baby calf.

He gripped her head. Forcefully pushing in and out of her mouth while she clung to him.

She had to brace herself against his thighs to keep from choking.

He caught the back of her skull and brought her forward hard. Flexing his ass to push more deeply into her velvety throat. Feeling it clench around him with every vicious entering.

He knew it had to be painful.

She had to be afraid she’d choke. But the sounds she was making was pure bliss. And he knew when he touched her, she’d be soaking already.

Loving the torment.

“Mmm.” He rumbled in his throat. “I’m going to fuck you raw, my little whore.”

She squealed excitedly and he caught the hair atop her head to yank her up. She stood before him and he flicked her little leather straps aside. Not caring that he hit her nipple as well. She yelped. Throwing back her head as she offered her body to him.

He pushed the leather straps down over her feet until the heavy material slapped onto the floor and she was exposed.

Her legs were short but curved and infinitely feminine. Her hips wide and round, and had she chosen a different life, would’ve certainly been hearty enough to bear a lover many children. Her belly was soft flesh, inviting to follow into her next curves. Those large breasts with heavy dark tips and long thrusting nipples. Stretched from much tweaking and nipping, he had no doubt.

But the time for thinking was over.

He wanted to brutalize this little temptress.