The soft tread of footsteps, mingled with the distant songs of morning birds, stirred Thomas from deep sleep just as sunlight spilled into the room.
Blinking against the brightness, he made out a blurred silhouette near the open balcony doors. As his vision cleared, the figure stepped forward, revealing herself in the golden light.
“Good morning, señora,” he murmured, taking in the striking young woman before him. She wore a modest burgundy gown with a high neckline and long sleeves, her thick braid draped elegantly over one shoulder.
She moved with quiet grace, her posture poised and assured—yet Thomas had no idea who she was.
“Good morning, señor,” she replied, her voice smooth, her English refined yet laced with a soft Spanish lilt that pleased his ears.
“I see you slept well,” she added, raising a knowing brow as her gaze settled on him.
Only then did Thomas realize—he was still entirely naked from the night before, his morning arousal evident. Heat rushed to his face as he scrambled for a pillow, pulling it over himself in mortified haste.
“ I-I apologize, my lady,” he stammered. “I meant no offense. The past few days have been exhausting, and I must have fallen asleep before dressing.”
A soft chuckle interrupted him.
“Don’t be sorry, sir,” she said, amusement flickering in her eyes. “I certainly am not.”
Her smile was both innocent and knowing.
“The maids have taken your uniform to be washed and mended, but fresh clothing awaits you in the wardrobe—sent up by His Lordship. Once you’re decent, please join them on the veranda.”
With that, she pivoted gracefully and disappeared through the door, leaving Thomas to collect himself.
Thomas stepped onto the sunlit veranda in a well-fitted navy-blue jacket, unbuttoned at the collar, paired with matching trousers and yard boots. He was surprised at the perfect fit, but realizing Justin had seen him the night before, it made sense.
“Good morning, my lord,” he greeted, resuming the formal etiquette abandoned the night before.
Lord Ashcombe lowered his paper, meeting Thomas’s gaze. After a moment, he said, “Spin.”
Thomas obeyed, turning slowly as Justin observed. “Yes, I knew I’d gotten your sizes right. Now sit—the tea is ready, and the food is still hot.”
As Thomas sat, an elderly man poured him tea and disappeared before he could offer thanks. Spreading jam on his toast, he savored its taste and the memories it evoked.
“Thomas, I apologize for taking your uniform without asking, but no vassal of mine will wear tattered clothes—especially when escorting my wife to town.”
The words stunned Thomas. He had heard of vassals but never imagined becoming one.
“Didn’t you hear me, Thomas?”
Snapping out of his daze, he stammered, “I’m to accompany Lady Ashcombe?”
Lord Ashcombe chuckled. “Yes, and they’ll be outside soon. Get moving.”
As Thomas rushed inside, Justin’s voice stopped him.
“Town is full of drunk, angry, and horny soldiers on leave. My wife’s safety is in your hands. Don’t let me down.”
Acknowledging with a nod, Thomas headed for the front of the house.
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As Thomas entered the front courtyard, a young man held the reins of a chestnut mare, while the elderly gentleman from breakfast stood nearby, offering a belt with a holstered pistol and saber.
Lord Ashcombe hadn’t been exaggerating—Emily’s safety was indeed in his hands. Fastening the belt, he mounted the mare and galloped after the small open-topped carriage ahead.
Slowing to a trot as he pulled alongside, he called out, “Good day, my lady. Your husband has assigned me to escort you to town—I hope you don’t mind.” His voice carried both pride and mischief.
A voice beneath a pale-yellow parasol replied, “Ah, the sleeping soldier is finally awake.”
Emily closed the parasol and smiled. “Of course, I don’t mind. I do as my lord husband wishes. But why do I need you when I already have a companion?” She gestured to the woman seated beside her.
It was her—the Spanish beauty from his bedroom.
“Good morning, señora. A pleasure to see you again,” Thomas said, dipping his head.
Before she could respond, Emily cut in. “Wait—you two know each other?”
“Not exactly,” Thomas admitted. “She woke me this morning but left before we could properly introduce ourselves.”
Emily chuckled. “Let’s fix that. This is Thomas, a childhood friend of mine and a corporal in the Rifle Brigade,” she said, turning to the young woman. “And this is Lucia, Marchioness of Cadaqués, my lady-in-waiting.”
Thomas smiled. “An honor to formally meet you, señora. I look forward to accompanying you both today.”
The ladies exchanged amused glances before Emily smirked over her shoulder. “So be it—but do try not to be a bore.”
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The neighboring town was a few hours’ ride away, and by the time they arrived, the sun was high in the sky. The ladies drifted between boutiques and market stalls, socializing with acquaintances—Spanish noblewomen and officers’ wives alike. Thomas remained in the background, rarely acknowledged, which suited him just fine. The last thing he wanted was forced conversation with high society.
The town was far more significant than the one where the Rifles had been granted leave. Gone was any rustic charm—this place was loud, crowded, and teeming with traders, locals, and, as Lord Ashcombe had warned, soldiers. Many were drinking, brawling, or seeking company, and those who weren’t seemed to be planning on it.
Fortunately, the ladies kept to the more respectable parts of town, and their trip passed without incident. By sunset, they were safely back home.
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The night was as hot and sticky as the day, with no breeze blowing through the house. Lord Ashcombe decided they would dine on the veranda, enjoying a light supper of cured meats and bread.
The evening unfolded much like the one before. The wine flowed freely, and the conversation was jubilant, eventually steering toward the previous night's events under the subtle guidance of Emily.
Clearing his throat to ensure he had their attention, Justin stood from the table and made his way behind Emily. "Last night, Thomas," he began, trailing off into a long pause.
"What he's trying to say," Emily interrupted, taking Justin’s hand off her shoulder and holding it tightly, "is that it was something special. And we hope you realize that, Thomas. It wasn’t just drunken fun for us—it was the first time we had been intimately involved with each other, and you made that happen. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts."
Tears began to roll down her cheeks as Justin sat beside her, embracing her in a hug. He turned to Thomas, who was also starting to tear up, and whispered, "I know you love my wife, and so do I. I can’t think of any reason why that shouldn’t continue. Between us, we can love her fully."
Standing, he stretched out his hand to Thomas. "What say you, Thomas?"
Thomas hesitated momentarily, trying to analyze what was happening, struggling to understand everything. His head spun as his gaze shifted from Emily to Justin and back again, until finally, he stood to face Justin.
"Is this what you want, Emily?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Yes," she replied, her voice strained with emotion. "That, and one other thing."
"Then I accept," Thomas said, taking Justin’s hand and shaking it firmly. "I have no idea how this will work, but I love her too, and I will do whatever it takes to make it thrive."
"Good," Justin chuckled, releasing Thomas’s hand and turning to Emily. "And what was the other thing you wanted?"
Slowly standing and walking around the table, she grasped Thomas’s shirt and tore it open. The sound of buttons hitting the floor echoed in the still night air.
"This hair has to go," she said, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "No Amant of mine is allowed to be this unkempt."
Beaming from ear to ear, Justin called for Lucia. "That’s simple, my love. We can address that issue right away."
"Lucia, please fetch my shaving kit and a bowl of hot water. And see that the staff are dismissed for the night," he added as he noticed her appearing at the garden doors.
Moments later, she returned carrying a small tray containing a steaming bowl of water, shaving soap and brush, a towel, and his lordship’s straight-edge razor. In that time, Emily had relieved Thomas of his jacket and shirt, leaving him exposed for all to see. As she passed by Thomas, Lucia took a moment to admire his physique before placing the tray on the table.
"You can leave now, Lucia, and please ensure the house staff have retired for the night," Justin said as he began to prepare the soap and brush.
"Sí, my lord," she replied before turning to leave—but not before blowing Justin the subtlest of kisses with a sweet smile.
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Justin set about preparing the soap and brush as Emily ran her hands over Thomas’s bare torso.
Thomas shivered under her reassuring touch while watching Justin coat his chest and stomach with white froth. He held himself rigid as Ashcombe instructed him not to move, then watched as the razor glided smoothly across his skin.
Within minutes, it was done. Emily stepped before him, inspecting her amant with a satisfied smile. Her fingers trailed soft touches over his freshly shaven flesh, her lips following in their wake. “Much better,” she murmured between kisses. “But we’re not finished just yet, my love.”
With a devilish grin, she pressed a lingering kiss to Thomas’s lips before unfastening his trousers. In one sharp tug, they slid to the floor. Stepping away, she moved beside her husband.
They stood in silence for a moment, their gazes fixed on Justin’s own member, half-hidden within a thick tangle of hair. Finally, Justin’s deep voice rumbled through the quiet. “Very true. The beast needs to be set free from that jungle.”
Dipping the brush into the soap, he stepped forward once more.
The warm water and silky lather felt almost indulgent as Justin massaged the foam into the dense hair.
“Now, close your eyes and stand still,” Ashcombe instructed in a low, commanding tone. “One false move, and you won’t be pleasing anybody ever again.”
Thomas stood perfectly upright and closed his eyes.
An unknown amount of time passed as Thomas stood there, focusing on the touch of the blade and the feel of hands on his skin. His mind was ablaze with sensation. Was he imagining it, or were there more than two hands moving, pulling, and pressing against his cock, thighs, and balls? He tried to control the arousal creeping through him by focusing on his breathing, but it was no use—he could feel himself growing harder.
The soft, warm cloth wiping against his freshly shaved skin signaled the shave's end. But the unexpected press of a warm, lingering kiss to the tip of his engorged head truly brought him back to the moment. His eyes snapped open to find Justin and Emily kneeling before him, looking quite pleased with themselves.
“That looks incredible,” Thomas murmured, gazing down at the newly bare skin between his legs. He smirked at Emily. “If I do say so myself, it looks even bigger now.”
“It looks magnificent,” Emily purred, placing a soft kiss at the base of his cock, causing it to twitch involuntarily. She giggled at the reaction before trailing more kisses and delicate licks along the thick, veiny shaft until she reached the tip, taking it into her mouth with a pleased hum.
A deep moan escaped Thomas’s lips as his head dropped back in pure bliss. His fingers tangled in her hair as she began to bob eagerly on his swollen length.
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Justin rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his trousers before making his way to the table. He poured himself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as he gazed at the unfolding scene.
Thomas watched as Justin unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the smooth planes of his torso, each muscle defined beneath his skin. With deliberate care, he folded the garment and placed it neatly on the table.
Catching Thomas’s lingering gaze, Justin offered a knowing smile before reaching for his trousers. As he slid them past his hips, his arousal became unmistakable, and his grin widened at the sight of Thomas’s admiration.
Entirely bare, he moved with quiet confidence behind his wife, who remained wholly engrossed in pleasuring Thomas. With steady hands, he began unfastening the buttons on the back of her dress, leaning in to murmur soft instructions against her ear.
“Don’t forget the balls”, he whispered as his fingers worked her dress loose.
Emily pressed Thomas’s penis flat against his stomach and slowly licked him from just under his scrotum to his now leaking tip with the flat of her tongue.
“Good, my dear,” he said, taking in Thomas’s facial expressions with a smile. Now massage them as you work him with your mouth. And, remember, men love eye contact.”
Her delicate right hand wrapped around Thomas’s cock, guiding it back into her mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth as she began to bob up and down in unison with her hand, while her left hand teased his balls with a feather-light touch.
By now, Justin had unfastened Emilie’s dress, which slipped from her shoulders, revealing a black corset and matching petticoat. Her breasts bulged magnificently over the top, jiggling hypnotically as she devoured Thomas’s cock.
Thomas’s moans deepened as his breathing became ragged. Emily felt his sack tighten and his member swell within her mouth. She shot a glance up at Justin before pulling Thomas’s now-twitching cock from her lips.
“Not yet, my boy,” Justin said playfully, patting Thomas on the shoulder and taking in the look of anguish on his face.
He helped Emily to her feet while Thomas watched the dress pool onto the ground. “Be a sport and bring that with you. I think it’s time we retired to your chambers,” he said, leading Emily towards the house by the hand.
Thomas followed behind, clutching the gown like a hound on a leash following its master.
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Once in the room, Emily leaned against one of the beautifully carved bedposts. “Thomas, my dear,” she said with a smile, “during your many sexual escapades back home or with a camp whore, have you ever tasted a woman?”
Thomas stammered, struggling to find his words. “I-I’ve never touched a woman like that, I promise—or done such a thing,” he said, slightly flustered.
“Good,” she giggled, a mischievous smile spreading. “Then this will be new for both of us.”
She stepped away from the bed, unfastened the cord of her petticoat, and let it cascade to the floor, revealing her magnificent legs and the silky smooth treasure nestled between her milky thighs.
“Now, be a dear and lie on your back for me,” she instructed, tapping the mattress as Justin sat at the head of the bed, watching in silence.
Thomas did as instructed, lying back onto the soft bedding. He watched in stunned silence as Emily placed one knee beside his head and straddled him with the other. It was all he could do to murmur, “Wow,” before she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth.
The scent of lavender and a mild musk filled his senses. He lay frozen beneath her for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then his instincts took over. He licked her wet folds, eliciting a soft moan. Encouraged, he kissed her thighs, traced his tongue along her entrance, and explored her sweetness, repeating whatever motions made her moan or shudder.
Then he moaned himself.
He felt Emily lean forward slightly before his cock was enveloped in the warm, velvety embrace of her mouth. She took him deep before pulling off with a pop, trailing kisses and licks along his length and across his sack. When her tongue teased the sensitive spot below his tingling balls, he gasped. She laughed softly before pressing her now-dripping sex firmly against his mouth and returning to her work.
Thomas’s mind was a whirlwind of sensation. He tried his hardest to focus on bringing Emily to climax, plunging his tongue deeply into her quivering core while gripping her hips. But the things she was doing with her tongue drove him wild. She had abandoned sucking his cock, now slick with pre-cum, and instead stroked him slowly while teasing his perineum and rimmed his untouched entrance with agonizingly slow circles of her tongue.
As her mouth locked around his virgin ring, he squirmed helplessly beneath her. His mouth, now desperate, latched onto her pulsing cunt, which dripped honey freely as she neared her climax.
Then he felt it—the warmth of her tongue pressing against the muscle of his ass, seeking entrance to a place he knew was forbidden but felt so right.
With a muffled groan, he pulled her down onto his mouth, his moans vibrating against her, sending shivers through her body. The stimulation sent Emily over the edge, her body convulsing in knots as waves of uncharted ecstasy crashed through her. Her sex fluttered, spilling its nectar into Thomas’s eager mouth.
The room filled with echoing moans of pleasure as she ground herself against his tongue, riding out the last waves of bliss. Still, she never relented in her slow, firm strokes of Thomas’s now painfully erect cock.
She slumped forward, and with Thomas still pinned helplessly beneath her, he felt her tongue resume its sinful exploration of his tight entrance. With a few final strokes and one last deep probe of her tongue, Thomas’s nerve endings ignited. His back arched as much as possible under the weight of Emily’s body, his balls tightening in preparation for what felt like an earth-shattering climax. Just as his cock twitched in the final moment before release, Emily sank her mouth back down around him.
A strangled moan tore from his lips as hot, thick ribbons of cum shot from his tip, pulsing down her throat in wave after wave until he was utterly spent.
The room fell silent except for the sounds of ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets.
Emily rolled off Thomas and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes darting between him and Justin, who was still seated at the edge, grinning wildly.
Tracing a finger down her sweat-slicked chest and toying with her pastel-pink nipple, she gazed at Thomas. “So… I think it’s safe to say you enjoyed that?” she chuckled.
“Oh my lord,” Thomas sighed, still breathless. “That was… something else. You truly are magnificent,” he murmured, reaching for her hand.
“Well then,” she said in a mock-governess tone, “if it was that good, you’d better thank Justin—because I had nothing to do with it.”
Thomas froze.
His eyes slowly drifted from Emily’s wicked grin to Justin, who leaned lazily against the pillows. Raising his eyebrows, Justin’s husky voice cut through the silence: “I’m glad you liked it.”
