Free Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown

writing the words.
    Elinor watched them and thought it would be good if more people than just the priest could read and write. Many castles have a clerk who writes letters and fills in records and account books, but here Father Augustus has to do everything. I shall ask him to choose two people to teach to read. Latin was a difficult language, she knew. She could recite all the common prayers and responses for church services, but she felt sure writing in English would have been easier. It was not practical though. Most letters were sent from priest to priest, or to convents and monasteries, so Latin was the language to use.
    Elinor looked around the great hall, filled with people happily working on their projects. In one corner, several young mothers sat on the floor with their babies. One mother was nursing her babe, another settling her child to sleep, and several other small children were sitting on the floor, banging rocks together or sucking on meat bones.
    Aunt Heloise and Rhyannon were in the center of a group measuring the colors of fabric ready to cut them. Elinor didn’t need to move any closer to know her aunt would be reciting “measure seven times and cut once.” Fabric was much too expensive to waste by cutting it in the wrong place. Maybe measuring seven times was a little excessive, but the general idea of checking carefully before cutting was a sound plan.
    Rhyannon was smiling and happy. Elinor worried about her. She clearly loved Alistair, but a marriage between them could not happen. Nobles didn’t marry for love but for land and alliances. A woman was a possession to be sold to the highest bidder, or, if her father or brother was able to arrange it, to someone who would at least take good care of her as well as making a profitable bargain.
    Which brought her mind around to Lord Devon. A week had passed, and Father Augustus expected to receive letters from his fellow priests any day about Lord Devon’s family and behavior. Elinor hoped he was telling the truth and was a good man. Their stronghold needed men of honor, and another noble would be of great advantage to them, too.
    Shrugging her thoughts away, Elinor hurried across the room to help make the banners.
     
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    She was insatiable, every man’s wet dream come to life. For the past week, it didn’t matter how many times he or Lord Rhys fucked her, she was always ready for more. Her nipples were always hard little points, her cunt wet and ready, and her arms open to welcome him between her thighs.
    Already this night both he and Lord Rhys had plowed her cunt most thoroughly, but now she was rubbing those lush breasts against his chest. He flipped her onto her back and filled his hands with her breasts, pulling on the nipples and cupping the globes. She wiggled her body against his, trying to press her hips up into his. His prick stood instantly to attention. “On your knees so I can hold your breasts,” he ordered. She slid out from under him, moving onto her hands and knees and giving him the most wicked look ever over her shoulder. His prick grew another inch at least, and he grasped her hips, lifting her ass up to fit his weapon at her cunt. He held her still for two heartbeats then slammed inside her with everything he had, wanting to make her scream as she’d done when together he and Lord Rhys had hit her womb.
    She didn’t scream, but she pushed back on him, wanting more. He wrapped one arm across her breast, pressing the nipples into his skin, then shoved three fingers from his other hand into her cunt beside his prick. Touching her, touching himself this way, almost made him blast his seed into her, but she wasn’t ready, so he concentrated on teasing her nubbin. It was as hard as her nipples and fiercely hot, too. Carefully, he pulled and teased it, before pressing the heel of his hand over it, forcing her body harder into his.
    She seemed to enjoy the rough play, so he slammed into her again and again, now holding her