The next several weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Will and Edith continued their courtship, seeing each other often, and there was Countess Lamb at every step of the way. Will no longer held himself back. He dove into every opportunity and every command that Countess Lamb gave him, and together they explored the depths of their mutual debauchery.
They went to a play one evening, with seats up in a private box, and Countess Lamb had brought a blanket, claiming it was cold out. She placed it over her lap and Will's both, there her hand disappeared, taking his cock out and jerking him off until he climaxed, wetting the blanket with his seed. This all happened as Edith sat directly next to him, enjoying the play.
When he came, he gasped inward, squeezing the armrests to his chair. Edith turned to him, smiling gently and squeezing his hand. "I know," she whispered. "The play is stunning, isn't it?" He just stared into her beautiful, sweet, innocent face as her mother continued jerking off his spasming cock underneath the blanket.
Later in the play, he returned the favor, his fingers disappearing under the blanket, running up Countess Lamb's thighs and finding her stiff clitoris. He rubbed her, stroking her fat nub until he brought her to orgasm, and she gasped and softly whimpered, body contorted in restrained pleasure.
They spent a rainy afternoon at the Hardwood library one day, and Edith was engrossed in a book in one wing, sitting at a long table in front of a tall window. Will was exploring some shelves just two aisles down, and there Countess Lamb appeared. She grabbed him, pushing him against the shelf as she stooped and pressed her lips to his, shoving her tongue down his mouth. She pulled the front of her dress down, her tits out, and Will latched onto a fat nipple, sucking it passionately, drawing out milk and drinking it down. He loved doing that. It always felt like he and Countess Lamb were closer and closer to each other whenever he drank milk from her body, straight into his.
Countess Lamb whipped about, pressing herself to the shelf, looking back over her shoulder, ass out. "Fuck me," she whispered, and Will pulled her dress aside, sliding his cock into her pussy. She had to spread her stance, lowering the level of her ass, such was her height, and Will had to stand on his toes, but they fucked, her ass gently clapping as Will thrust up against it. He came, once more spending his seed in her vagina, and it ran down her inner thighs when he pulled out.
Just then, Edith turned the corner. Will had just gotten his cock back in his pants, and Countess Lamb faced away, still struggling to get her tits back in her dress.
"Find anything good?" asked Edith, all smiles.
"Still having a hard time," said Will, perusing the shelves.
They had several confessions with Mother Wentworth, Countess Lamb acting as Will's witness for every one. Will continued his confessions of lust, telling Mother Wentworth how he still desired Countess Lamb so badly. They would kiss and Will would drink milk from her tits, and together they would masturbate, bringing themselves to climax during Mother Wentworth's prayer.
There were plenty of times they would sneak to see each other even without Edith. One afternoon found Will sitting at an outdoor balcony at a restaurant on the side of a busy street in town. He reclined, smiling awkwardly out at the passing people as Countess Lamb choked violently and repeatedly on his cock, squatting down just below the balcony so nobody saw.
"God...you're like a sex demon..." winced Will, watching as Countess Lamb's face went red with the effort, eyes watery, thick and runny saliva drooling out her mouth.
"
Glurk glurk glurk!
" she choked, and some passers down below looked up at the curious sounds.
Will just waved at them. "Good afternoon," he said, and they shook their heads as they walked on their way. Will eventually came, and he held down Countess Lamb's head with one hand, fingers gripping her short blonde hair, pumping load after load directly down her throat.
Will would return the favor sometimes. One day, he found himself in the dinning hall to Lamb Manor shortly before a lunch with some other noblewomen, alone with Countess Lamb.
"Here," she said. "Place the back of your head here." She was pointing to a cushioned chair at the head of the table.
Slowly, Will sat on the floor, his back to the chair, body hidden beneath the table and its hanging tablecloth, and then simply let his head rest back on the chair. "Like this?" he asked.
"Precisely," said Countess Lamb, and then she sat on him, first spreading her dress out so that her bare skin made contact with his face. His head was pressed painfully into the cushion, and Countess Lamb's enormous butt cheeks engulfed either side of his head, trapping him. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to. His mouth was directly centered against her asshole, and he tongued her, all while fighting to breathe.
The guests began to arrive. The hanging tablecloth hid Will. Countess Lamb sat on him the entire lunch, and he listened to their muffled conversation, muted through Countess Lamb's flesh. At times she would rearrange herself, either lifting and sitting back down on him, bouncing gently, or moving her cunt over his face, pressing her clit against his mouth, or her asshole. He ate her vigorously when he had the chance, and then focused on survival when he didn't.
At one point, she exploded over his face, all while listening to a friend talk about some kind of gossip. Countess Lamb wiggled and shifted, and her pussy ejaculated, splattering his head, soaking him and the chair.
When the lunch finally ended and the guests left, Countess Lamb finally released him, and he gasped for air. She pulled him out flat onto the floor, yanked down his pants, and straddled him, fucking him until he once more came inside of her.
It wasn't just sex, either. Countess Lamb sent him clothing to wear. Gentlemen's attire that was out of fashion here in Ryebury, but all the rage in Cliteroe. His friends, family and father berated him for it. But he had no choice. Just knowing that Countess Lamb demanded he wear what she said made his cock erect at random times.
There were more serious repercussions of his relationship as well. One day, alone in Countess Lamb's study, she presented Will with legal documents. They were a transfer of land ownership. Specifically, they were documents that would transfer Will's land to the Lamb family.
"But...this is all the land I have," said Will. "Father only gave me a bit, you see. Because I'm the sixth son. If I sign this over to you, he'll be furious."
Countess Lamb shrugged and arched one eyebrow. "And?"
"And...I...don't know."
"It's scary, I know. Don't think. Listen to my voice, listen to my words. Do what I tell you to do. Sign your land over to me."
"Yes, mother..." His erection was raging the entire time he signed the papers. He couldn't explain it, he just knew it felt right.
"Excellent," said Countess Lamb, putting away the documents. "I'll be arranging transfer of taxes from that county to my house immediately. Good luck explaining to your father what you've done."
Her cruelty was like a knife twisting in his heart, and a hand jerking on his cock all at once.
She did smaller versions of that incident over several days. Whenever Will took Edith and her out on an excursion, of course Will paid, as any gentleman would. However, Countess Lamb found ways to drain his coin purse. At the end of the day, it would be empty due to Countess Lamb demanding it.
He was royalty, certainly, but still, his funds were limited. He found himself starting to count his coins, and realized he'd have to start cutting back on his outings with Hugh and Nicholas to the Drunken Oaf eventually. He started bringing less coin on his days out after that.
"Is there a reason your coin purse is so much lighter today than usual?" asked Countess Lamb at the door to her manor after a dinner with Edith at a popular restaurant. Edith had made her goodbyes and gone inside, while Countess Lamb lingered.
"What? Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean you brought far less money than usual out today. Why is that?"
"Oh, I...didn't even notice."
"And now you're lying to me." She just scowled at him, as angry as she was the first day they had met.
Will sighed, head hanging. "I brought less so you wouldn't take it all."
"I thought so. How disappointing. Go home at once, retrieve the balance, and bring it to me. Now."
"What? Right now?"
"That's what I said."
It was ridiculous. A small amount when it came to it. It wasn't as if it would actually benefit Countess Lamb. But it was symbolic, Will realized. It was a form of control over him, and him bringing a lighter purse was a rebellion against that control. Countess Lamb wouldn't have it.
Will offered the pouch when he finally got back, late at night, standing alone at her doorstep. "Here you are."
