Serfdom Duties

Lucille sighed against him as he touched her with near reverence. No man had ever touched her in this way, with as much of a desire to cause pleasure as to derive some for himself, and she was relishing the new attention. "My Lord...that's...lovely." she panted between soft moans as he played with her breasts. Her green eyes darkened with lust, her lips plump as she licked the taste of his tongue from them. She looked up at Lord Cedric in awe.
 
"Then you should repay for it... mistress."

He smiled, as he lowered his mouth in order to lick around Lucille's other breast's nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking greedily around it, opening his mouth wide in order to take the most of her pear-shaped breast into his mouth, his tongue sliding across it's surface.
 
She sighed, letting her head fall back ontot he soft pillow behind her. "Yes, Sir, I will please you too. I'll do all I can." she promised, truly enjoying the suckling.
 
Cedric suckled at her breast as if a starving child, his gobbling straining her flesh with the sheer pressure that he sucked her heavy breasts. Finally, after caking her bust with is drool, the Lord started to rise over her, covering her completely.

"Spread your legs."
 
It was such bliss Lucy was feeling she hardly had to think about the action of accomodating Lord Cedric's order before it was done and he was moving to place the bulbous head of his penis at her entrance. She looked into his eyes as he pushed forward, into her warm slickness, and saw an expression of pleasant surprise cross his features...There was a soft mumble about her being rather tight for a woman who'd birthed so many children which made her smile with pride. Her smile was wiped from her face with the force of the next thrust to follow, though. His cock was much larger than George's and his girth spread her walls wide, stretching her in a way both painful and agonizingly wonderful at once. It took her breath away. It was well into their fucking before she was able to produce any sounds at all and when she did they were not at all noises of an actress playing a part to please her partner, no, Lord Cedric was indeed bringing Lucille more sexual pleasure in these few minutes than she'd ever known before.
 
Indeed, this gorgeous, luscious woman was very, very tight for someone so used to giving birth. Had the Miller not taken her properly for once? Had that bastard not given her enough attention properly? It was no wonder why that the woman revelled to be in his arms, allowing himself deep into her womanhood.

Cedric felt Lucy's walls clenching around him sharply, almost painfully, as they've tried to acomodate his size. The Lord had always prized himself his manhood, for it was quite considerable. His Lady, the plague Alana, had also loved to use it like a lollipop when she allowed him into her bedchamber. Once more did her thrashed Lucille's hip, driving himself forcefully completely into her womanhood, spreading her away painfully, hitting into her cervix with the strenght of a battering ram.
 
Her eyes shone with unspent tears but her face grinned stupidly wide as Lucille enjoyed the new rhythm of this large-phallused and skilled new lover. She'd never known sex to be anything but a duty to be tolerated, sometimes brutally but never with pleasure or joy...Oh, she'd been so wrong! Lord Cedric had the right equipment for sure and indeed was good with use of it! She was crying out with each of his marvelous thrusts, her counter-movements, her bodies animalistic attempts to get him deeper inside her, to squeeze and milk his cock thoroghly...mmm, it was magnificent!
 
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Even though she wasn't the most skilled of lovers, Lucille's scent of arousal and longing for this rough yet kind lovemaking was maddening. Cedric had taken many a maid, but none had ever felt so needy, never clenched her womanhood around his lenght as if afraid that he'd leave her unsatisfied like Lucy did. Poor woman.

He started to pick up a fluid, uniform pace in his fucking, his hips moving back and forth, hilting himself strongly as a bull taking a cow, every hild painful as it delved her cervix. It was Cedric's will. Beside the pleasing, for Lucy had a true duty in this relationship. She would bring him an heir.
 
It was amazing! Lucy was soon crying out his name and shivering uncontrollably. Having never experienced an orgasm before she had no idea why her body was this out of control and although it scared her a little she was too erotically charged to care at the moment.
 
For a moment, Cedric forgot about his objective in this mating. Her crying, regardless of who could hear it between the walls of the castle and the dark, moist stone that would echo and propagate her screamings of delight, he too was lost on the sensuality of the moments.

Taking his pace faster, stronger, deeper, he turned from the Lordship that he was into a savage beastlike creature that rammed his lenght into the woman with savage and primal abandom.
 
It didn't take long at all for Lucy to begin to shake uncontrollably, her legs trembled as she tried to hold on but soon with a loud cry she felt her body quake and her core melt, pouring her hot passion over his pistoning member. Lucille's cunt gripped him hard, sqeezing tightly and milking his cock of every last drop as she came.
 
Taking her legs away, spreading them long and wide, Cedric kept pummeling her insides, ravaging and almost mangling her soaked womanhood as he drived himself in and out, in a frenzy of lust. She was now his everything, his mind only and completely focused on making her ready for his seed, mounting her wildly.
 
Lucy continued to see stars, her post orgasmic bliss slowing time to a meaningless haze as she looked up dreamily into her lover's face while feeling the warm rush of his seed beginning to fill her womb.
 
Indeed, for Lord Cedric had exploded far and deep into Lucille's bowels, spreading her legs painfully wide with his iron grip at them, his erectiong nesting itself against her warm flesh and spilling it's load of his thick, warm fluid. Cedric groaned wildly as he kept pummeling himself into the woman.
 
As they keep fucking the day seems to be passing them by. But, Lucy is enjoying this more than she ever thought possible.
 
He had seeded her successfully.

For the hour that they had been doing it, Cedric had done it. Twice. But he would surely had other things to care of, and so, regretfully, he had to leave her be. While dressing his fine, noblese garbs, he turned to her one last time.

"You shall work today in the Kitchens of the Castle. Be there. For I'll find you."

He said, as he left her, blanketed in his seed.
 
Lucy rose, her sex feeling tender and more well-used than it had in years, and she washed with the clean water and cloth beside a basin on the brand new dressing table in her new bedchamber.

She exited to the main room, took a moment to view the fresh beds and toys in the boy's room and smiled. This was to be their new life. Somehow she felt it would be a better fresh start than their old one. It seemed like nothing could be worse than life with George had been anyway. After calling her sons in from play she explained to Junior he was in charge when she wasn't around and she could be found in the kitchens if she was needed. It seemed this was what all the kitchen staff did. Whilest they worked their children played in the courtyard or occasionally assisted each other in the few reading and arithmetic lessons they could pass around at their own abodes, keeping themselves busy until they were old enough to go out and seek their own fortunes or join the castle's staff in some way. George was still to work at the mill in his father's absence, Maynard would be his work mentor now, taking over for his partner. But, for today, George had the day off. Tomorrow, James would play just outside of the kitchens and join his mother when the weather didn't permit play or when she would call him in for a time's rest.

She worked hard to learn quickly in the kitchens and gained a few friends among the staff. There was Marian, the elderly matron of the kitchen, who told the bawdiest jokes when the children and men weren't in earshot, and there was young Petra who had a profound stammer but was as beautiful as a blooming lilly and just as pure and sweet. They were the people she enjoyed working with the most but nearly everyone in the staff was welcoming and friendly. Only a woman who specialized in spiced meats named ''Beefy Bertha'', partially for the meaty dishes she prepared and partially for her ample thighs and bottom, Bertha had some attitude with Lucille for no reason she could possibly think of for she was always friendly with everyone and a hard worker. It came about the morning of the third day of work when Marian let it slip that Bertha had always had a crush on the Lord and Master and had hoped when he would go looking for a bedmate mistress he'd approach her. It had been a silly puppydog crush of a silly woman who imagined herself a girl. From that point onward Lucille never let Bertha's comments get to her. It was only plain jealousy. Nothing more.

Every night HE came for her. Every morning he'd go but she always was left filled to the brim with his seed and very well used but in a way that gave her guilty pleasure to contimplate. She wondered, for the first time, upon the finishing of dinner dishes and preparing to head home with James, what would become of the offspring between herself and the Lord? Would the baby be taken from her and never know her at all? That would break her heart. But, she realized that his desire for an heir indicated pride he would not sacrifice for the longings of some peasant woman. It worried her slightly to realize that the life she was taking such pleasure in could eventually break her heart so.
 
There was more to the Lord's relationship with Bertha than Lucille knew, however. Once, far into the past, in the days that his Lady still complied and raised her skirts, Lord Cedric had once runned through 'Beefy Bertha' into a dark, isolated corridor of the fortress. She had been very aroused to find her Lordship in such a detached position. And to her luck, it was one of those days where Cedric was feeling his needs soar.

Cedric had shoved Bertha against the wall, violently raising her skirts and mercilessly fucked her ass, the dark and damp corridor filled with her screaming of both pain and joy. For almost fifteen minutes had Cedric sodomized the poor woman, gushing his seed far and deep into her backside. However, even though Bertha had felt he had chosen her, she had been naught but a lesser, ocasional fucktoy to Cedric's passions.

One of those days had Cedric come into the kitchens.

"Keep working.", he said bluntly as he moved over to Lucille. Grabbing at her behind, disregarding the other staff, he whispered. "Come with me."
 
Lucille stopped in her motions, her hands still sticky with pie dough but she brushed them onto her apron and looked over in silent apology for the unfinished job to the kitchen manager, Marian who simply put up her hands as if to silently ask, 'What else can you do?' and she winked, waving Lucy off with the Master. bowing to him as he passed.

Lucy turned to face the man who had become the center of her universe and she looked quickly into his eyes to check his mood. Randy, and quite sultry, she judged with a small smile as she demurely lowered her gaze, letting him take her hand and lead her off to the small home which he'd bestowed upon her.

James knew by now that when he saw his mama with Lord Cedric he was to remain with Marian or Petra and mama would come to get him later so he waved goodbye to his mother cheerfully, pleased to not have his game of marbles interrupted just yet. He and Junior'd be having supper with Nan Marian tonight, he supposed with an innocent shrug before getting back into his game.

Lucy closed the door behind her and Lord Cedric and before she could even light a lamp he already had his hands all over her, grunting as he worked at removing her apron and her dress as quickly as possible with his huge hands. She sighed, letting his kiss carry her away in the moment before helping him to undress her properly with her own, lithe, graceful fingers.
 
Admired, Cedric had looked over to see Lucy's children, playing around the muddy courtyard of his Fortress. There were many other hovels into the area, many straddled and laying against the firm, thick walls of stone.

His hands worked all over the frame of Lucille. Lord Cedric was, today, into a very, very playful mood. Once inside, he had chosen not to take far too much time before making the woman be his once more. But yet, why not make use of her every asset this time? It was smiling that, instead of taking out all of her working dresses, he just took out her apron and threw it over the plain table, taking her forward over the only rug that she had - an old piece of hunted fur.

And when over it, he forced Lucy to her knees, both hands over her shoulders. She should know what to do next.
 
She was presented with his cod piece and she made quick work of undressing him to see he was as aroused as she, perhaps more. As his hand found the back of her head and grasped her ginger curls tightly in his fist she moved forward to take his cock-head between her plump lips, tasting his arousal at the salty tip before licking all around with a swirl of her tongue, then enveloping as much of his cock into her mouth as would fit neatly, sucking him off the way he'd taught her he liked.
 
"Y-Yes..."

The nobleman moaned. Indeed, no woman in his household could try and suck him as capably as Lucille could. Perhaps it was the time that he spent with her, but he loved how her full lips worked around his girth, taking as she could without distress into her mouth. But it was not enough.

"Further."
 
Lucy chuckled, the vibrations of the sound causing more pleasure to ripple up his shaft as she moved to accomodate. Lucy widened her jaw as much as she could manage with each bob of her head, taking more and more of him in until he was almost gagging her in the process.
 
The hand on the back of her head, however, started to force Lucy even further down against Lord Cedric's shaft. Indeed, he would not cease until she had her nostrils nested against his pubes - and that would be quite a feat for his partner.
 
Indeed, it seemed Lord Cedric was trying to make Lucy gag. She prevailed in the task of taking all of him several times but it was highly uncomfortable and she had to stop for a breath, her hand patted his thigh in silent begging of this.
 
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