Trained at the Castle by Emily Tilton

Author:Emily Tilton [Tilton, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2015-02-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Wake lay in his bed in his cell in the knights’ tower, thinking about what had happened in the corridor with the new girl, Hala from Thornwall. It was almost, he thought, as if he could somehow still feel her corona even though Mistress Qual had girded her. He kept imagining what she and the other new girl—Jas?—were doing in their bed, and despite his best efforts to push the lewd pictures away, he found himself hard as a rock as he thought about the kisses and touches they must be sharing, for the new girls always did share such tender caresses.

Why couldn’t he get Hala out of his mind? Wake told himself that it must be for the same reason every knight—and every girl—in the castle couldn’t forget about her: the enormous incredible wanton fire that her pull and her corona demonstrated. What did it mean? What would the knight who mastered her be capable of? Would it even be safe to master the girl?

He remembered sharing Fredin that morning. Since Derin had left Lord Jetal’s service at Lighttide, Wake had gone without fucking for three long months. Hewener had taken the pretty chestnut-haired girl’s bottom for himself and given cunt and mouth to Wake, as was the usual custom in sharing a castle-girl, according to the wisdom of Sage Hazeran, “A man’s authority belongs above all in the inmost recesses of a wanton girl’s wicked body.” Even though Wake sat the higher bench, Fredin was Hewener’s chambered girl, and so his cock’s natural place was in her arse.

Wake thought of having Hala there, in her bottom, of introducing her to the notion that she would have to be mastered in her backside, as well as in her mouth and cunt. How truly Hazeran spoke, in his writings, about these things. Nothing seemed to give a knight more power than to take his girl in her shapely rear, his cock tightly engulfed and her sweet, tender roundness against his own strong hips.

But Wake knew something else had happened between him and Hala when he had made her ride the saddle of his hands, front and back, so that she must yield her naughty wetness to him there in the corridor. Even though he had spent so recently and fully in Fredin’s mouth, Hala’s whimpers of arousal had seemed to send a jolt to his loins that he could not remember ever having felt before. Just as now, lying abed, it felt like the new girl’s corona still affected him, despite her pretty cunt being girded, in the corridor it had been as if even through the restrainer of her castle-belt her wanton fire had called to him.

Nor, really, did this jolt feel like the familiar sensation of a lustful girl’s corona—the sensation he’d had first upon that Risingday six years before. It was something different, though if it resembled anything, it resembled the effect an ungirded, naughty girl’s arousal had on a knight. But a corona was impersonal. He had felt Hala’s earlier that day, the same way all the knights of Castle Jey had felt it.

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