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Wallace gave a huge sigh of relief at the news the great Lord had agreed to bed his wife. Exactly what retribution Wallace feared he would encounter after failing to arrange a young farmer’s daughter to bed him, Ragan did not know. Ragan would have been disappointed for sure, but he wasn’t the type of lord to deal out death and judgement for what he considered a minor failure to uphold the ‘Thanking’ tradition. It wasn’t even a real law per se, just a custom.Of course, Ragan had kept silent, and scowled and scolded at the right time, hoping that Wallace would agree to Esme’s idea for her to fulfill the Thanking tradition. Married women were not allowed to be involved in the Thanking, which is why this arrangement would have to be kept secret, as Wallace had requested.Ragan rose from his stool at the end of the bar, as the last of the tavern’s stragglers paid their tab with Esme, nodded toward their Lord, and left. Only Simmons, Ragan’s trusted bodyguard remained.Esme locked the tavern door, and turned to face the approaching Lord Ragan.“Well, my dear, I believe I’ll get to see those lovely breasts once again,” he said to her, smiling.“Yes, my lord, and everything else too,” Esme whispered, grinning, putting her hands on her hips and swaying them suggestively, “I can’t wait to play with your lovely big cock again.”Before Ragan could reply, Wallace appeared from behind the bar, looking over at the two of them.“Yes, my lord,” Esme said a little louder now, bowing her head respectively toward her Lord, “I would be happy to please you tonight. You do me a great honour.”Ragan realized this last comment was for her husband’s benefit, not his. It seemed to Ragan that Esme had convinced Wallace she would share the Lord’s bed tonight, but only to prevent any possible retribution for her husband’s failure to provide a young woman to the Lord. She had done this so that her husband would save face, but in fact, Esme was very much looking forward to being bedded by the great Lord.“This way, my Lord,” Esme said and motioned to the kitchen behind the bar.Ragan and Simmons followed her, with Wallace bringing up the rear. Esme led them through the small kitchen and to a narrow staircase. Esme began up the staircase.Simmons and Wallace turned right. They passed through a creaking door that led to the small stable outside at the back of the tavern, that would be Simmons’ accommodations for the night.“Goodnight, my Lord,” Simmons said, saluting his master, and disappeared into the stable.Ragan nodded, then followed Esme up the staircase. Ragan’s hand moved to caress her arse as she moved up in front of him. She giggled at his touch.On the second floor, there was a narrow hallway, leading to three rooms. Esme looked down the staircase. Ragan could hear Esme’s husband out in the stable getting Simmons comfortable.She then turned to Lord Ragan, put her arms around his head, and kissed him full on the lips. He smiled, put his arms around her, holding her, and kissed her back. He could feel her huge tits pressed against his chest.“Oh, I can’t wait to share your bed, my Lord,” Esme sighed in his ear, “You’ve got me all wet.”Ragan grinned and slapped her on the arse. Esme gasped, giggled, and lead him further down the hallway. They passed a fairly large bedroom, with a large bed and fireplace.“That is mine and my husband’s room,” Esme explained.At the end of the hallway, one doorway led to a tiny bathing room, with a small bathtub, washbasin, and a chamber pot. On the other side, the last doorway led to the second bedroom.“This room will be yours for the night, my Lord,” Esme said, “Or should I say ours.”Ragan looked around the room. It was quite compact, and the bed rather small. He supposed it would do, but it was going to be rather cramped with all the activity he had planned with Esme.“It’s a little small for the two of us, don’t you think?” Ragan asked.Esme smiled at him, knowingly.Wallace returned inside, and Ragan heard his boots up the stairs, and down the hallway until he appeared at the doorway to the second bedroom.“Everything in order, my Lord?” Wallace said, a little nervously.“My Lord feels this room is too small for his needs tonight, dear,” Esme explained, before Ragan could speak, “We’ll have to switch around rooms for the night.”“You mean…” Wallace stammered, feeling further humiliation.“Yes dear, you can sleep in here tonight, and the Lord will bed me in our room,” Esme said, driving the point home, rather matter-of-factly, “Now come and help me change the bed linen.”Wallace followed his wife back to their room, looking rather lost. Ragan heard them changing the sheets and blankets on their bed, and doing some Ümraniye Escort general tidying up.“My lord?” Esme called out.Ragan heard her clearly, he initially assumed that the sound travelled down the hallway, as the walls between the two bedrooms were quite thick. But then he noticed the two bedrooms shared one fireplace, with the chimney was part of the wall between the two rooms. It meant any sound in the big bedroom could be heard in the smaller one, through the shared hole in the wall where the unlit firewood sat.Ragan moved out into the hallway, and back to the larger bedroom.“You’ll be much more comfortable here, my lord,” Wallace said, nodding.Wallace grabbed a few things from a drawer and a change of clothes from the wardrobe. He then squeezed past Ragan back out into the hallway.“Well, goodnight, my Lord,” Wallace said.Ragan couldn’t quite tell if Wallace was smiling, or grimacing.“Wait, you have to help me,” Esme told her husband, as she pulled various items of clothing from the wardrobe, and a few things from another drawer, “I need help getting ready for our Lord.”Esme squeezed past Ragan, and out into the hallway.“Please, my lord, use our washroom first if you like,” Esme said, smiling, “Then relax here on our bed, and I will be with you shortly.”“Yes, I shall,” he replied.Wallace and Esme went back down the corridor and into the second bedroom, closing the door behind them.Ragan went to the washroom, removed his jacket, shirt, and britches, and finally his undergarments. He thoroughly washed himself, dried himself off, and then walked back down the hallway naked, returning to the larger bedroom. He placed his clothes, sword, and dagger on top of a drawer set. He closed the door, and clambered into bed, pulling the blankets over his body.It was a little chilly in here, but Ragan noticed on the other side of the fireplace, in the other bedroom, someone was lighting the logs. He assumed it was Wallace. Soon he began to feel the warmth from the fire.He could hear sounds and whispering in the room next door. But now the crackling of the fire rather muffled the sounds.He was amused by the fact that Wallace was having to assist his wife to get all dressed up so that the great Lord could bed her. It also amused him that Wallace was surely going to have to endure the sounds of another man fucking his wife in the next room.He heard Esme go to the washroom to clean up. She then returned and heard her preparing herself for a good ten minutes or so.“Well, goodnight my love, see you in the morning,” Ragan heard Esme say.“Yes dear,” came Wallace’s rather weak, pathetic reply.A moment later there was a knock at the bedroom door.“Come,” Ragan said.The bedroom door opened and in stepped a vision of loveliness. Esme wore a thin white, very short, nightgown, and nothing else, but for a big excited smile. Her nightgown barely covered her arse, and the split down the middle showed off her huge cleavage too. It was also made of a very thin material, making it slightly transparent, even in this flickering firelight.“Are you ready for me, my lord?” Esme asked, grinning from ear to ear.“I will be, shortly,” Ragan replied, grabbing his cock under the blankets, encouraging himself back to hardness, “Turn around and let me look at you, my dear.”Esme continued to smile, she turned and closed the bedroom door behind herself, locking it securely. She then moved to the side of the bed, and twirled a few times for her lord. Esme then turned away again, and bent over slightly, giving Ragan a good long look at her lovely arse. She then turned back to face him, bending toward Ragan, her huge tits hanging down beneath her.“Ah, that’s it, just like that,” Ragan told her, as his cock grew bigger and harder in his hand under the covers.Esme kept her stance for her lord, as he excited himself further, staring at her huge cleavage. Ragan could just make out her areolae and nipples through the translucent nightgown.“Take it off,” Ragan ordered.Esme smiled, turned her back on her lord, untying her gown in the front. She then looked over her shoulder at Lord Ragan, grinning, and let the nightgown slowly slip from her shoulders, down her back, over her lovely arse, and finally dropping to the floor.“Good girl,” Ragan told her.Esme then slowly turned back to face him, but held her hands over each huge breast. Ragan could now finally see her pussy, and the neatly trimmed dark hair around it, as was the way with women from the Southlands.“Let me see you now, my lord,” Esme purred, looking at the tent forming under the blankets on the bed.Esme moved toward the bed, put one arm across both breasts Ümraniye Escort Bayan to hide them a little longer, and with her other hand, held the corner of the blankets, and slowly pulled it back until she revealed the naked Lord, his rigid hard cock in his hand.“Oh, my Lord, I do love to see a man already for action for me,” Esme giggled, as she clambered onto the bed beside Ragan, “But let me do that for you, sire.”Esme grinned as with her left hand, she moved Ragan’s hand away from his cock, so she could grip it herself, still keeping her tits covered from view with her right arm.“My Lord, you’re so big!” Esme exclaimed, quite loudly, as she began slowly stroking his member, “Oh, you have the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.”Esme giggled, looking her lord in the eye as her dainty hand moved up and down his cock.“Such a lovely big cock, my lord,” Esme said, again quite loudly, “I am going to enjoy myself tonight, aren’t I?”Ragan realised Esme’s compliments were not only for the benefit of his ego, but also to humiliate, or perhaps titillate, her husband in the room next door. When Esme spoke up like that, it was obvious her husband must be able to hear her every word.“Come here,” Ragan told her.He sat up a little, resting his back on the headboard. Esme moved to sit astride her lord, still covering her tits with her right arm.“How may I be of service, my lord?” Esme giggled.“Give me those fucking huge tits,” Ragan ordered.Esme grinned, finally moving her right arm away to reveal her enormous, amazing breasts. Ragan dove face-first into her huge cleavage, grabbing her tits, and groping, kissing and sucking them.“Yes, my lord, you enjoy my tits,” Esme said, wrapping her arms around the back of her lord’s head, pushing him deeper between her breasts, “They’re my husband’s favourite plaything, you know? But they’re all yours now, sire.”Ragan spent the next ten minutes or so licking and sucking on Esme’s incredible tits. She had a huge smile on her face whenever he looked up from her bosom. Esme’s hand had moved back to continue to stroke his cock while he enjoyed her tits.“Would you like to fuck them, my lord?” Esme whispered in Ragan’s ear, “You told me earlier you wanted to.”Ragan nodded, and they moved to switch places; Esme sitting up against the headboard, and he astride her, on his knees. Esme grabbed a lotion from the top of the dresser next to the bed and applied some liberally between her breasts, and on her lord’s cock.“To assist you, my lord,” Esme grinned, explaining the lotion, and pushing her tits together.Ragan forced his hard, thick cock in between them, and began fucking Esme’s huge tits.“Yes, my lord, fuck my tits,” Esme grinned, “Fuck them, just like you imagined you would earlier.”Her breasts felt amazing, enveloping his aching hard cock. The head of his cock popped in and out of view from the top of her amazing cleavage.“I bet every farmhand that has ever got an eyeful of your cleavage from across the bar has imagined doing this,” Ragan grinned down at Esme, panting.“Yes, your probably right, my lord,” Esme giggled, looking up at him, “But only my husband ever got to actually do it, until tonight. But you can have whatever you want, sire.”Ragan continued humping away between Esme’s breasts, enjoying both the view and the sensation.“I do love the look of your huge cock between my tits as you fuck them, my lord,” Esme said loudly enough to be sure her husband could hear, “You can spill your seed over them if you wish.”Ragan wondered exactly what Wallace was doing in the room next door, as he had surely heard what his wife was doing and saying. Wallace must have a mental picture in his mind of Lord Ragan titty-fucking his wife. Was he quietly crying, or playing with himself?After a moment more thrusting between Esme’s tits, Ragan decided to change things around. He sat back against the headboard and instructed Esme to ride him. Ragan reached for his knapsack on the dresser next to the bed. He pulled out a linen sheath that he always carried for such occasions.The linen sheath was custom-made specifically for him by the noble’s medicine man and was coated in a special herb. This herb prevented, or at least reduced the chance, of conception. The great Lord had used such sheaths all over these great lands. Apparently, they worked reasonably well, but with the large number of women he had bedded, Ragan was sure he must have a few illegitimate sons and daughters across this vast land that he did not know about; probably more than a few.He did have a few bastard sons and daughters that he absolutely was aware of; at least their mothers claimed Escort Ümraniye they were his. He remembered bedding their mothers of course, but certainly with a few of them, who knows how many other men they had bedded? But whenever a woman came forward, Ragan believed them as a matter of principle and took care of them and their child.It may have been an honour to be involved in a Thanking, or have bedded a great Lord in some other way. However, it was not an honour in the Northlands to have an illegitimate child, no matter who the father might be. Therefore, the women that came forward to Lord Ragan claiming the child was his had usually fallen on hard times in some way, and so of course he felt obliged to help. He would set them up in jobs as servants and maids in the houses of lesser noblemen so that they had an income and accommodation for themselves and their child.Ragan would look in on these children from time to time. When they came of age, he would ensure their future was secure, perhaps to become a lady-in-waiting to some Lady of the court, or for young men, to enlist in Ragan’s army, or even the King’s guard.“Oh no, my lord, it’s not necessary,” Esme whispered, taking the sheath from Ragan and placing it back in his knapsack, “I want to feel you. All of you.”Esme giggled, and moved to clamber on top of her lord, sitting astride him.Well, he had offered to do the right thing, Ragan thought. Now he was going to enjoy fucking Wallace’s wife all the more. If she became pregnant because of it, at least his conscience was clear.Esme took her Lord’s cock in hand, and guided him inside herself, then sliding down his shaft, taking him to the hilt. She sighed with great satisfaction, beaming down at Ragan as she began slowly riding his thick, hard dick.Ragan watched Esme slowly bounce up and down, as the wooden bed creaked with her efforts. Her huge tits swayed in time to her movements. He reached out and began to grope them once more.Esme’s cunt was a nice tight fit for Ragan’s cock. He loved the sensation of her pussy gripping his hard prick as she rode him. Esme was so wet too; she was obviously very excited to fuck a great Lord.“Oh yes, my lord. I do love your huge, hard cock,” Esme beamed, again expressing herself loudly so there could be no doubt her husband could hear next door, “You must have the biggest, thickest cock in all the kingdom.”Ragan had never had any complaints about his manhood’s size, that was for sure. But it seemed to him, with all the men there must be in this world, that he should be the biggest. Still, it was a nice thought and was probably said once again to further humiliate or titillate Esme’s husband in the next room. But which, Lord Ragan couldn’t be sure.Esme began bouncing faster and more urgently up and down Lord Ragan’s member. She panted, moaned and whimpered, as she continued to ride her lord for some time. Her incredible tits bounced and swayed even more; a sight Ragan grinned at.“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” Esme finally cried out as she bounced frantically up and down Ragan’s shaft.A moment later she went quiet, ground her hips down on Ragan, taking him deeper again, and gave out a long moan, collapsing on top of him. Ragan could feel Esme’s pussy pulsating around his cock.Esme lay on his chest for a while, panting. Then she pushed her hair back, and kissed Lord Ragan on the lips, long and wet.“Oh, thank you, my lord,” Esme panted, still catching her breath, “That was wonderful.”“You’re very welcome,” Ragan smiled, kissing her back.“That was the best ever,” Esme whispered, “You’re so big, my lord. I’m sure even the King himself does not have such a wonderful cock as yours.”Ragan laughed, and Esme giggled, kissing him again. He then gripped her shoulders, rolled her over onto her back, and shifted to clamber on top of her. He then roughly forced his rigid hard cock back inside her. Esme gasped in pleasure.“Oh yes, my lord. Fuck me. Take me and fuck me,” Esme cried out, “You can do whatever you want, my love.”Ragan began thrusting in and out of her pussy, as Esme spread her legs wider. Ragan held his upper body weight up above this busty wife, with his arms outstretched either side of Esme’s neck to support himself. This way he could look down on Esme’s huge tits bouncing across her chest in time to his thrusts. He could also enjoy the look of pleasure on Esme’s face every time he thrust into her.Esme whimpered and moaned at every thrust of her Lord’s thick cock. She played with her tits for the benefit of Ragan as he fucked her.“Yes, my Lord, fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick,” Esme gasped.Ragan realised fucking this incredible busty wife wasn’t going to last long. Her tits were so big, it was too much for him. He could feel his seed building in his balls.Ragan decided to just enjoy himself and come when the moment arrived, rather than trying to delay his pleasure. He had all night with this goddess, he was sure he could rise to the occasion and mount her again later.
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