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

got in his brain. At first, all he wanted was Lord Rhys’s demesne, and his plans to attack it were well devised and executed. This is obviously true, as the battle was quickly over with him the winner. But then, having achieved what he wanted, he lost all interest in it. Instead of settling down to build up his food supply for winter, going hunting for meat, learning about his peasants and the new families, he just sat in his hall and drank the ale until none was left.”
    “Do you think it’s because he only knows how to be a soldier? Not how to manage a demesne?” asked Elinor.
    “I hadn’t thought of that. Usually a boy learns such things together. You do this because of that. Every child knows that, unless the grain is planted, there will be no crop.”
    “What is his background, his upbringing?” asked Father Augustus.
    “I don’t know. He never spoke of it. I know he’d been at Court until quite recently. I think that’s where he first heard about this valley,” said Lord Devon.
    “Let me go and get Rhyannon. She’s had several visits to Court. Maybe she’ll know,” said Elinor.
    But Rhyannon could offer no information. Even though Lord Devon described every detail about Lord Jeffrey, she had no memory of ever meeting him, or of hearing about him or his family.
    “Another dead end,” sighed Rhys.
    “Would you like me to send some letters?” asked Father Augustus.
    “I think so,” said Rhys slowly. “He’s a thorn in our flesh sitting there, and we cannot know whether he plans to attack us again. That’s why the children continue to watch him every few days. If he starts building siege engines, I want to be the first to know.”
    “Yes, indeed,” gasped Elinor.
    “Well, then I’d better begin work. Lady Rhyannon, would you like to come with me and help copy the letters? It will hasten your learning of the skill of writing.”
    “Copy a real letter? With ink, onto parchment? My goodness, that’s much more exciting than writing letters with a finger dipped in ash.” Smiling, Rhyannon jumped to her feet and followed the priest.
    Elinor noticed that Lord Devon’s gaze followed her across the great hall and out into the courtyard.
    That was interesting. Very interesting indeed. He came of good family, although he had no land of his own, of course. And neither did she. So as a marriage, it wouldn’t be acceptable. One of them had to have property, or where would they live, how would they survive? She sighed softly.
    In one way, their lives had returned to normal. Everyone was back in their own home, doing their regular daily work. But in another, everything had changed. There could be no peace in the land until the issue of Lord Jeffrey was sorted out one way or the other. Elinor could only hope he settled down to be a good lord and care for his peasants.
    As for herself, she was always hungry for her men. Bedtime could not come soon enough for her. Her breasts ached constantly, feeling hot and full. Her nipples begged to be pulled and twisted and sucked. Her cunt was always hot, longing for a cock to fill it. Even her ass twitched with the need to be touched and filled. She could think of nothing but bedtime, of Rhys and Hammond swiving her thoroughly, giving her pleasure over and over again. She was even enjoying rough love more than ever before. Rhys sometimes bit her neck or her breasts, and the shards of pleasure/pain dancing through her body gave her more joy than she would have expected. She liked one of them slapping her thighs or ass with his broad, hard hand. It made her cunt cream even harder.
    She liked to be fucked twice or three times a night. Every time one of them touched her, Elinor’s body demanded more, demanded cocks to fill it. Hands to touch it. Several nights ago, they’d both been busy until very late at night, planning castle defenses, and she’d had to use her fingers on herself to get to sleep. She was unable to rest until she’d pinched her nipples and filled