Banquet night.
Always a pleasant evening whenever it came about. No dancing, no standing about and mingling. Just one extra large table brought into the great hall, with all the most important people in court in attendance. Course after course was served, and the finest casks of wine were cracked open. Even Will's father was in a good mood on these nights.
Will was hopeful. He had been going about things all wrong. First he had denied that anything was amiss with Countess Lamb. When he realized the truth, he let anger guide his steps. Both of those were foolish mindsets to be in.
Now, he would try reason.
Every person could be reasoned with.
"I hear your tour of the town went swimmingly," said father, in a good mood for once. It was still some time before the banquet was to begin, and he was snacking on more tiny tomatoes before the guests arrived. Will was beginning to think his father had a tiny tomato problem.
"Yes, father," said Will. "Edith was very happy with Ryebury. She went on and on about the local pastries. And her mother is pleased with our courtship as well."
"How is that bitch, anyway? She always was a thorn in my side, but have the years tamed her?"
"She's...a lovely woman. A man could ask for no better chaperon than her."
"Hmph. The day is full of surprises. Anyway. The guests arrive soon. Try not to speak during dinner. We don't want everyone realizing you're a fool."
Will sighed. "Yes father."
One by one, the guests arrived. Mostly other nobles, knights, and the local gentry. Will's five brothers were also in attendance of course, and as usual, they all blended together, tall and charming, and obnoxiously entertained anyone who came their way. As for Will, he greeted the guests as they passed, fulfilling his duty properly.
"Holy Mother Wentworth," said Will, inclining his head. He tensed up, long dreading this encounter ever since the last church service.
"Prince Hardwood," said Mother Wentworth, curtsying. "Good to see you doing well this eve."
"You as well."
She wore a similar habit as she usually did, although this one was a bit fancier for the social event. The black was shiny, with more silver buckles here and there. She wore boots there were more robust than her usual fair. There was something about the way the candlelight shimmered off the shiny black of her habit that Will thought was attractive.
She drew a little closer, and her voice lowered. "I certainly hope you've managed to make some progress with your...troubles?"
Will cleared his throat. "Yes, yes. Nothing to worry about there. I've kept everything in check. Countess Lamb and I are getting along fine."
"Good, I'm glad. Still, I do hope to see you next service for confession. Considering recent events, I feel we need to meet every week."
"Of course, Mother Wentworth." He cleared his throat and she moved on.
Hugh and Nicholas arrived. They both immediately made eyes with Charlotte, the new house servant they had been obsessing over lately. Will was happy for them. Charlotte was wearing a low cut servant's blouse, as usual, and her ample breasts were on display for them.
Now, after all he had been through, Charlotte's breasts looked outright small. He was used to massive ones at this point.
"My friends," said Will, smiling, clapping them on the shoulder. "Welcome, both of you."
"Evenin', chap," said Hugh, looking at Charlotte. "Tonight's the night, I think."
"I can only hope," said Nicholas with a sigh. "Then we can finally move on to talking about other things."
More guests arrived, and they began to take their seats. It wasn't until nearly dinner time when the Lamb carriage arrived and the women were announced.
He greeted Edith as usual, exchanging pleasantries and pointing out where she was sitting. Right next to his seat, as it turned out. And then came Countess Lamb, of course. She wore one of her standard outfits, as stunning and overwhelming as ever.
"Good evening...mother," said Will.
"My dear son. Good evening." She stepped close, as if to deliver her usual cheek kisses in greeting, but instead she pressed her lips directly to his, her mouth open, and forced her tongue inside his mouth. It pushed deep, almost choking him. At the same time, her hand grabbed onto his crotch, squeezing both his cock and balls, quite roughly. He winced, standing on his toes.
And then she was off him, heading for the table. Will quickly looked about, wondering if anyone saw, but it didn't seem they did. He arranged his pants, crotch a bit sore, the taste of Countess Lamb still on his tongue, and headed for his seat.
Damned woman
, he thought, fuming.
Must she molest me so, in front of everyone?
He paid no attention to his twitching cock.
He sat next to Edith. She was to his right, and an empty seat was to his left. Of course, Countess Lamb sat there, trapping Will between herself and her daughter.
She even sat sexually. It was impossible for her not to. Her large ass filled up the chair, and she simply exhaled and relaxed, letting her massive shelf of tits rest on the table top in front of her. She had to push her plate and silverware away to make room. It was fairly awkward, but nobody else seemed to look or notice. Her breasts pooled out a bit as they rested on the table, just inches away from Will.
Most everyone was sitting, but food hadn't been served yet. The guests drank their wine, and everyone had their own side conversations, so the din of the hall grew loud.
Nobody was talking to Will or Countess Lamb, so Will saw his opportunity. His voice was gentle, but there was no need to whisper, such was the atmosphere.
"I realize now that I've been going about this all wrong," he said.
"Oh?" said Countess Lamb. "How so?"
"I approached you with anger and demands the other night. For that I apologize. But you are a reasonable woman, I still choose to believe. I wish to bargain with you." He cheered his wine goblet to a noble he was close with, and the noble cheered back from down the table. "Let us both be reasonable. You have me in your grasp, but surely there are more valuable things you want. I wish to offer you them. I have access to money, even some lands due to my station, humble though it may be as a sixth son. I also have equity in businesses. I'm willing to meet you halfway. I can trade. What is it you want? Money? New land? There are some robust farms in my name to the south. Would you want me to sign over my shares in some local businesses? You could do quite well here. Simply say the word, I will give what you want, and then be done of you. You release me, and allow me to marry your daughter in peace."
Countess Lamb took a breath and drank from her goblet, looking about the table. "Oh Will," she cooed. "So predictable. Going through all five steps, are we? Bargaining now?"
