This is my first attempt at erotic writing, though not my first time writing. I hope you like it! There will be many types of sex in the chapters, so please do not think that the first chapter is the limit of Gwenna's sexual exploits!
Scottland 1386
Gwenna wasn't listening to her Da. He was going on and on about the honor the chieftain was paying him by taking her as a housemaid. Gwenna's new step-ma looked less than thrilled by the honor, and whenever Da took a breath, Ma spoke quickly about the dangers to be faced working in the castle. Gwenna shook her head at her Ma's ignorance- it was a castle, she would be sweeping and cleaning, there was no danger in that. No honor either that she could see. The only good part of this whole situation was getting away from her younger siblings and for the first time in her life having some freedom, even if that freedom was limited by a servant's duties.
An hour later, Gwenna was being shown to a small room she would share with two other young girls. It was little more than a cot, and there was only one bed- but Gwenna was well used to sharing a bed with her sisters, so this was not a problem. She put her small satchel down and followed Mistress Erin down the hall. Erin was a big woman, Irish by birth with fiery red hair. She wasn't kind per say, but nor was she particularly harsh either. She was explaining the rules without malice or compassion.
"Now I'm not one to check up the lassies, ye kin take care of yerself, but if ye find yourself in a family ye'll have no one but yerself to blaim, and the same to help ye with the bairn as well. Ye are out of yer father's care now, there'll be none to force the boy to marry ya, and if ye think love'll be enough to motivate him to do so, then ye are daft. Now, as to the lords and such who come to call, a great many of them will try to tempt ye to their bed, and I'll not say as it's a bad way to earn a bit of extra coin, but a lord's seed will grow yer belly as easily as a poor man's, and rare it is that a lord will take care of a lass that gets herself in trouble. As long as ye do your duties, I don't care what ye do with your extra time. An if ye do find yourself with a bairn or twa, as long as ye don't get sickly, I don't see as that will hinder you working all that much. Now, this is the kitchen, the main hall is through that door- you will take dishes from here to there, and bring back the empty ones. Give them to the boy to wash and return to fillin mugs and the like. That's it, I wish ye well girl, and I hope I never have reason to speak with ye again."
With that, Gwenna was unceremoniously introduced into her new life. Supper was being served, and Gwenna was pushed towards a line of pitchers filled with Ale, Milk and Wine. She reached for the wine, and had her hand slapped by the steward. "Don't ye be takin that wine. Ye will spill it and its expensive stuff that is. You take the Ale, its cheap enough for the like a you." Gwenna glared at the young man, perhaps 25 who had spoken to her. He was tall and thin, weak looking compared to the big men of the clan, he reminded her of her Da, who was tall and lean and never was much of a warrior. She narrowed her eyes and vowed that this man would not treat her rough as her da had her whole life. She picked up the ale and gracefully sailed out of the kitchen, looking backwards and sticking her toung out as she skillfully twirled to push open the door with her butt and glide out into the great hall.
When she turned to face the table she ran smack into the biggest man she had ever seen. He was easily six and a half feet tall, and as big around the shoulders. His dark brown hair hung loosely over his shoulders, which were draped with a blue and brown plaid. He caught her around the shoulders to steady her as a slosh of ale leapt out of the pitcher to cover his stomach and drip slowly down lower. Her gaze traced its progress and stopped at the top of his sporran. She blushed and looked up at him and tried to stammer an apology. "I'm sorry m'lord. I didn't see you."
"No I don't suppose you did, twirlin and dancing in here the way ye did."
Gwenna blushed deeper and dipped a short curtsey at him. "I'm afraid its my first day and I was over confident, I'll be more careful in the future."
"See that you are youngling. But there is still this time to make up for."
Gwenna bowed her head, dreading what the big man would do to her and braced for a slap. He took the jug from her hands and set it on the table behind him, then stepped closer to the girl. "I think ye owe me a boon lassie." He grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and she braced her hands on his arms, easily as big around as her own small waist, and looked up into his face. She was relieved to find his eyes twinkling at her and risked a hesitant flirt, "Well sir, if I owe you, I suppose I must grant whatever you ask of me."
To Gwenna's embarrassed surprise, the hall erupted into laughter and hoots. One of the en hollered, "Ye should take her at her word Niall and take her to yer bed, she's a fair one she is." Gwenna realized what she had offered, and in front of all these men and tried to shrink away from the man, Niall she supposed.
Niall laughed and leaned down, "Doona worry girl, I'll take no more than a kiss today, but in the future, ye best be wary of offerin a man something he may very much like to take." He kissed her firmly on the mouth, pressing her lithe young body against his, for a moment. As the men yelled their approval, Niall reached a hand down from her back to the round of her ass, and squeazed the firm roundness he found there, pulling her even closer to himself, and she felt the long hardness of him growing as the kiss deepend. Her arms went around his neck of their own accord and she rubbed against him. Niall pulled away from their kiss and pushed her away from him, "Lass, ye are a treat. I look forward to you serving in my father's castle." With that he slapped her ass hard as a means of pushing her towards the ale pitcher.
It took Gwenna a moment to remember that she was supposed to be serving these men. She went from man to man, filling mug until her pitcher was empty. Not a few of the men patted her bum, or gave it a quick pinch as she worked. She quickly grew used to their familiarity and smiled generously at them. It was all innocent fun to her, and a vast improvement over the life she had endured until that morning. Gwenna was the oldest of a dozen children, nine of whom still lived. The woman she called Ma was the third her Da had married, the other two dying in childbirth along the way. This current woman had been six months pregnant by the time her Da had agreed to take her to wife, and she was only two years older than Gwenna. She was a scared, quiet woman and Gwenna could not believe she had ever experienced the thrill that it was to have men lust after her, but she must have to end up pregnant.
Gwenna had known what it was to be the object of desire since she began to transform at puberty. Her breasts were larger than average, he hair was curly and a deep brown with golden red strands woven through. Her waist wasn't the smallest of her friends, but her ass made up for it, it curved out and called attention to itself even in the shapeless sacks that were the best she could make. When she had been chosen to work in the castle, her Da had spent the money to buy her a blue shift and a leather kirtle that pushed her breasts up so they looked as if they were about to spill out of the shift. She looked beautiful with her curly hair falling down her back, tamed slightly by the braids she used to keep it out of her face, but still wild and beautiful. Her eyes were a bright green, and flashed with mischief more often than not. She was a beauty, and that had saved her from years of caring for her siblings until she gave up and married whatever man would have her and start breeding her own bunch of children. Now she was free to enjoy her life a bit before the inevitable marriage and children ended her youth.
Near midnight, Gwenna was nearly asleep on her feet. She was startled into wakefulness when a girl, her age but much shorter than Gwenna's 5 feet 8 inches, slipped an arm through hers. "You're Gwenna right? I'm Isabelle, one of your roommates- I'm guessing you've forgotten where your room is right? No worries, I am here to take you to bed." Isabelle giggled, and Gwenna looked at her curiously. "Come on, you'll feel better after Anne and I get you in bed. Anne gives the best massages, and I'll brush your hair for you. You have the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. My own is nothing special, red and straight as sticks, but yours has the most beautiful curl to it." Isabelle kept up a steady stream of conversation until they reached their small room on the third floor. When the door opened, they found a plump young woman, breasts even bigger than Gwennas with pert nipples showing beneath her thin shift and a round ass that looked like a pair of melons balanced on strong calves and behind a somewhat rounded belly. The girl was not fat, but she was well cushioned. This must be Anne. She was currently in the process of turning down the sheets and getting ready for bed, she turned for just a moment when Isabelle ushered Gwenna into the room. "Anne, this is Gwen, do you mind if I call you Gwen?" Isabelle continued talking as Gwenna nodded slowly, staring at the body that was clearly visable beneath Anne's shift- she had never seen someone so casual about showing her body- and she was in awe of the sensualness of the girl. It wasn't a deliberate flirtyness like Gwenna practiced on the men, but a deep rooted knowledge of her sexual nature- and it affected Gwenna in ways that she didn't know she could be affected by a woman.
Anne finished what she was doing, then turned to look Gwenna up and down, "You're gorgeous, aren't we lucky Bella? No man will resist our bed now, not with her sharing it with us." Gwenna opened her mouth in shock, but before she could speak a word, Anne continued speaking, "Bella, help me get her dress off," Isabelle did so, "We have quite a reputation, Bella and I, all the girls flirt and most have no qualms about taking a man or two to their bed, especially when the warriors are here, but even the fine ladies have been known to seek us out. I was quite put out when Mistress Erin told us that we would have another roommate, but you're not bad at all. And you won't mind sharing will you? Bella and I share everything, and you can too!"
Gwenna finally found her voice, "What do you mean share everything? You can't possibly share clothes, she's not even half your size!"
