All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like shemales or brief mentions of domestic abuse/non-consensual sex bother you then this story is not for you. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it!
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Weeks crawled by while Angélique waited anxiously, the return of each messenger crow bringing her renewed excitement. Finally, after nearly four months of scheming, her plan had come to fruition. Faking someone's death was never easy, even for nobility, but she had managed to pull it off. A handsome sum of gold had been doled out as bribes, and she had to purchase a new boat without her financial advisors knowing, but it was worth every coin if it helped ensure that she could be with her beloved Odette.
The blonde in question was currently naked, her large breasts bouncing wildly as she rode Angélique's cock. Since the duchess had taken Odette as a lover she had taught her servant exactly what to do to satisfy her, the girl learning how to use her hands, ass, breasts, mouth and pussy to maximize their pleasure. Being able to finally be with her duchess in the way she had longed for was incredible, and each day Odette awoke in Angélique's bed with gratitude in her heart.
Over the last quarter year the noble had made it a personal goal to fuck her lover on every surface that she could, in every room possible, and now the whole castle had no question about the nature of their relationship. More than one servant or groundskeeper had walked in on them, Angélique balls-deep in her choice of Odette's holes, and she always came hardest when they had been caught. She loved knowing that she was claiming Odette, even if not yet as a wife, and it greatly pleased her alpha personality to see the looks of envy when they were observed. Eventually even Thomas knew of their liaison, though he had miraculously been smart enough not to retaliate against the duchess.
On the morning after Odette's wedding night she had returned to Thomas, Angélique's prophecy coming true -- he had immediately punched her face, then fucked her viciously as she lay prone upon the ground. He drove his small, stinking cock into her until he splurted, an act which took less than five minutes. It was a tiny amount of cum, pathetic compared to how large Angélique's loads had been, and Odette prayed that it was the duchess' child that now caused her once-flat belly to round outwards.
After Thomas had finished, the man yanking his filthy, ale-stained breeches back up, Odette had handed him the precious letter she had been clutching. The parchment was sealed with Angélique's personal wax monogram, the contents of which dictated that Odette was to remain in the castle to continue serving the duchess directly. Upon reading the decree Thomas had spat on her abused face, and had called her every derogatory name he could think of, but he hadn't tried to stop Odette from leaving. The poor girl had scurried back to her beloved's chambers, face swollen and bloody, and the duchess had spent the next few days nursing her back to health.
It had taken every ounce of control Angélique had not to hog-tie Thomas and roast him alive in his own hut.
The duchess fumed, but there was nothing she could do: by royal decree wives had always been property. Even though Odette hadn't consented to Thomas abusing her, either sexually or physically, both acts were viewed as completely legal. Angélique would be the one at fault if she tried to punish the horrid man, so she poured all of her energy into helping her beloved get better.
That, and formulating how to get Thomas smuggled out of the country and shipped to an island famous for illegal slavery.
The following days passed in a rosy hue of hand-holding, along with sweet, lingering kisses and unbridled proclamations of love. The duchess had never been able to express her true feelings to Odette, and with each passing day she knew that she wanted, more than anything, to make their relationship legal in the eyes of the law. She desired to place Odette by her side as duchess, and to be able to hand her lover the world on a silver platter. Angélique yearned to keep Odette from harm, and from ever having to give herself to someone she didn't love.
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As Odette's recovery progressed her libido increased, her no longer virgin body desiring her beloved's touch. It was on her sixth night back, when Angélique was asleep, that she had begun to touch herself. Part of her longed to wake her lover, to beg for the duchess' cock, but Angélique had been exhausted after hours of attending to the castle.
Odette had fantasized about her lover all day, the girl's body desiring to feel the same pleasure she had experienced on her wedding night, and now her cunt was soaked as lewd thoughts consumed her. She settled for silently pleasuring herself, sliding her night dress up over her hips until she could reach comfortably between her thighs. Delicate, inexperienced fingers slid easily into her soaking cunt, and three of them were buried inside herself before they even came close to mimicking Angélique's cock.
The girl was startled out of her sexual concentration when Angélique slung an arm over her, the duchess' lips finding their way to Odette's neck.
"Here, cherie, let me tend to you; I can hear how wet you are, so I would be happy to assist."
Angélique took over, dominating her lover's needy little pussy with her dexterous fingers. Soon even those were replaced by her warm mouth, the duchess eagerly eating her servant's pussy until the girl screamed in delight. Odette came several times in a row, her body greedy from days of being near Angélique without release.
"My lady, please...I, I need you inside of me, now..."
The duchess reluctantly pulled her face away from Odette's pussy, Angélique licking the last of the girl's cunt juice from her face. She wanted to tease her desperate servant, to hear her pretty lips beg, so she pasted a disinterested look on her face.
"Well, I suppose I could do that. How badly do you want it, mon amour? Hummmmm? You need to convince me."
Angélique expected her lover to beg, maybe even to use a few explicit terms, but what Odette did next shocked her. The girl sat up, and, using her petite body, gently pressed Angélique back onto the bed. She crawled down the duchess' torso until her face was thigh-level, allowing herself her first real, up-close look at the cock that had deflowered her. The beast bobbed expectantly, the helmet dripping copiously with precum. Veins ran along the rigid shaft, a set of large balls swinging pendulously beneath it.
"Oh, no wonder I was so sore afterwards..."
Odette timidly wrapped a soft hand around the shaft, smearing her palm in precum before she started a hasty up-and-down motion. Angélique sat still, watching in fascination as the girl's eyebrows knitted together in concentration. Odette clearly had no idea what she was doing, her movements uncoordinated and jerky, but the fact that it was her made the fumbling handjob worthwhile.
Then Odette opened her mouth.
Within seconds Angélique came to a very, very exciting realization: her beloved had no gag reflex. Though she struggled a bit Odette was able to slide Angélique's entire shaft down her tight little throat, the noticeable bulge of the duchess' cock against her skin making her pussy even wetter. Angélique groaned, no woman's mouth ever having felt so good before. She wove her fingers into Odette's braided hair, using it like a rein to guide the girl's lips even further down her shaft. It felt so wonderful that her hips bucked instinctually, and for a few minutes she fucked her lover's throat with aplomb.
Soon Angélique's thrusts became more frantic, an orgasm welling up from deep within her. She propped herself up on one elbow and grabbed the back of Odette's neck, holding the servant steady as she came. Odette choked, her throat muscles working overtime to try and swallow the load the duchess was pouring down her. Globs of cum dribbled from the corners of her mouth, the girl unable to swallow fast enough. When Angélique finished she slid her cock out from between Odette's cum-painted lips with a pop, the girl coughing as she drew much-needed air into her lungs.
"Dear heavens above, where did you learn how to do that? I thought you had never touched a man before?"
A pretty blush tinted Odette's cum-speckled cheeks pink, her eyes drifting down to Angélique's softening cock.
"My dear friend Betsy, one of your kitchen maids, taught me, since before my wedding I grew nervous about knowing how to please a man."
Angélique placed a hand beneath Odette's chin, tilting the girl's face up so they could make eye contact. The duchess was curious, her brows arched as she gazed down at her lover. The duchess knew Betsy; she had sired a bastard with the pretty brunette on the girl's wedding night three years prior. Angélique wondered if the two girls had been more than friends, but what the duchess was currently the most interested in was how Betsy could have taught something like fellatio.
"Now, ma petite colombe, just how did Betsy instruct you in such a regard?"
Odette's pale skin flushed even further, Angélique unable to tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.
