One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 12

Rhoar woke up to the wonderful feeling of Lise doing as instructed by her mother. He had had a restless sleep but had finally succumbed to a dreamless sleep late in the night. He woke up a moment thinking it was Belle, giving him the attention he so loved, and he opened his eyes smiling. Luckily for both him and Lise, her eyes were closed as she dreamily enjoyed these new chores she was given more and more. Rhoar had clearly looked disappointed, and he didn't want to hurt Lise, so it was good she didn't see that. Rhoar stayed still but soon reached down to caress Lise and show her the affection she deserved. He might be frustrated but it didn't mean he could take it out on those that didn't deserve his wrath.

Lise sensed Rhoar growing excitement and opened her eyes to seeing him smiling at her and she dutifully continued until she took all that Rhoar had for her. She was almost choked but just smiled at Rhoar finding it funny and sweet that she so bravely worked to be good for him, even if it was hard for her. She didn't want to stop and Rhoar didn't have the heart to.

As Lise was finishing Jeanne just came over and smiled at the two of them and started to serve breakfast for them all. She was nervous and scared of Belle being gone, in all ways but giving birth to her, Belle was her daughter. She proceeded to tell Rhoar all she knew about the count that her brother had served and what she heard. She now realized that years ago, she had heard how the count had lost a daughter, but the name had never been part of the rumors, no one really interested themselves in girls, let alone baby girls.

She told Rhoar about this. Rhoar in turn had thought about what to do next and had come to realize that just rushing after Belle toward where she might or might not be, was no good. He had to have a plan, and the plan had to include Jeanne and Lise. He ate his breakfast and let the two women serve him as he ate. He made sure to reward Jeanne by giving her ass the attention, he knew she wanted, but that he loved to give it.

Jeanne took Rhoar's leather jerking and leather pants and started working on them. Rhoar knew that both worked toward the same goal, retrieving Belle. Belle had made Rhoar understand that Jeanne was a leatherworker, so he trusted fully what she was doing. She didn't really do anything to improve the armor, but she just added stitches to hide all signs that this was made by Vikings, with their runes and intricate designs. She did all to mask this and found whatever heard that could be used for coloring, even so far as to insist that Rhoar pee in a bucket, as the urine could also be used to affect it.

While Jeanne had her work to do, Rhoar focused on getting his battle-axe fully ready, and he made sure both dagger and axe were as sharp as could be. Lise was busy doing whatever she could to aid but when not being ordered around, she hovered around Rhoar, hoping to get more manly attention.

After a brief pause for lunch, Jeanne sent Lise out to gather herbs, berries, fruits and firewood and then went straight to Rhoar. She purposely walked to where he was sitting, working carving the right smoothness and curve into the handle, and as he wrapped leather strings around it for a firmer grip. Jeanne pushed Rhoar so hard with her ass that he almost lost balance and dropped his axe. He laughed out loud, but roared his powerful growl, and even if Jeanne knew they were both playing, it sent shivers through her body and aroused her to no end.

"Come here my ass-whore" Rhoar groaned in his hard voice, but Jeanne could hear his playfulness. It was difficult for Jeanne to play hard to get, because she so much wanted to be taken. But she took a bucket of water and threw it in the face of Rhoar as he got close and he looked at her shocked, a moment she thought she had gone too far. But then she was over his lap and his big strong hand was punishing her, just the way she wanted it. First the skirt was covering her, but she was busy helping Rhoar get the skirt up so he could really paint her ass pink.

"Is this what my ass-whore wants... needs" Rhoar said in French and Jeanne giggled no different that her daughter would. Her ass was burning and pink, Rhoar was fingering both of her very willing holes. Jeanne was blushing with excitement but also with guilt she had been thinking more of more, of how she wished Rhoar would take her like a woman. She knew she was fertile right now. She couldn't find words to speak but could only look at Rhoar and her eyes telling him that this was exactly what she needed.

Finally, her ass having been punished more than ever, Rhoar roughly got her onto her hands and knees, pinching her pink and wonderfully looking ass, he made sure to peel every piece of clothing off her. First time Jeanne was fully naked for him. He mounted her having felt how wet she was but after getting his cock slick and ready in her, he pulled out and slowly but surely took her ass as he affectionately said, "My ass-whore".

After a long slow deep fucking of her ass, Jeanne was in heaven when he pulled out, and then roughly but without hurting her turned her over onto her back. He mounted her now, the way a man has his woman and proceeded to take her deep and hard. He was like a beast getting carried away. His eyes closed and he was starting to feel good when he opened his eyes and realized it wasn't Belle's beautiful eyes, he smiled at Jeanne, but she could see the sadness. Rhoar pulled out and grunted loudly like a hurt animal as he sprayed his ass-whore with his seed. Jeanne lay there loving the feeling but unable to hide the tears, she had been so close to getting all she could have wished for. Jeanne knew Rhoar would never let this happen again, she would never be more than his ass-whore, but still she felt blessed.

The adjustments to the leather armor and getting the axe ready would take some days, and Rhoar made sure to show both his women that he appreciated them. This helped him when we felt frustrated, and he felt frustrated very frequently. It seemed like forever but finally they were ready to leave the mill, their home.

Count de Rohan was busy travelling to the capital to talk to the King in person. Plans that had been made long ago and were forgotten, were again put into motion. He had sent messengers out in numbers, knowing like his daughter, that she was in danger. He just didn't realize how much danger, and how clear and present the danger was.

Belle and her mother spent most of their time together, her mother was trying to catch up with years of mothering but also education of a girl into a young lady. Belle in turn started to respond to Bella, and got to tell her mother about Jeanne, Lise and the village in which she had lived. She made sure her mother knew how well Jeanne had provided for her, and that until recently she had thought she had been her mother. Belle tried to avoid thinking of Rhoar, and did not mention him at all, she made a point out of avoiding explaining how she had come to be at the mill. A few times she almost slipped and revealed events that included Rhoar.

Life had been all she could have dreamed of but at the same time, she wished she could escape it and be back at the mill. Days were wonderful and she came to love and admire the woman that was her mother, and they were so alike even if they had been apart most of her life. The nights were bad, and she missed so much the rituals of morning and night. But most of all, she felt so vulnerable and unprotected without having Rhoar's arms around her while she slept. She was quick to realize the power it was, being noble, and after two nights of evil dreams and waking up in cold sweats, she demanded that her own chambermaid, Amie that was same age as herself, stay with her, she even insisted on them sleeping naked, spooning. Amie was clearly very shy at this but as orders come being a chambermaid, this wasn't bad at all.

The first morning Belle had woken up with Amie having her arms around her, she had slept much better, and she felt grateful. She thought to how Jeanne had taken her outside and had shown her how it would be to be with a man. She thought to how it had felt when Rhoar had tasted her. Amie had been nervous at first and it had taken her long to fall asleep, so she was sound asleep when she woke up, feeling her lady between her legs, kissing her down there. She froze in terror but couldn't help but soon started to moan, as Belle started to learn what to do. Amie bit her own hand to keep my crying out in pleasure when Belle made her orgasm. She looked terrified at Belle, thinking she would be punished now. But Belle smiled at her and licked her lips as she proudly laid back and ordered Amie to do her now.

Belle wasn't shy, she didn't hold back, she didn't bite her hand. She had been with Rhoar, she had learned how he expressed himself. Belle grabbed Amie's head and humped her face and didn't let Amie stop until she was a sweaty, happy smiling young lady that almost was able to forget that she was to be on her knees now, sucking Rhoar and taking his gift. She loved her consolation price, but it wasn't the same.

Belle made Amie wear the necklace Rhoar had given her, and in her chambers, it was the only thing she allowed Amie to wear. Belle came to love watching Amie do her duties in her chambers and see her curves. Amie was pretty, far from as pretty or developed as Belle, but she had a nice ass, as Belle thought, from all the work at the castle, up and down the stairs. Belle knew she had to find a way to punish Amie. She was starting to adore her chambermaid, and she showed her affection, but she needed more than their newfound morning and evening fun.

Belle thought back to how Jeanne had been punished, the first time Belle had seen a thing like that. And then she recalled her own punishment, at the time she thought her life was forfeit but instead it had been so wonderful. She had to make it wonderful for Amie too. So, she sent Amie out, clothed when outside her chambers, to retrieve fruits and grapes. She then places something that she was sure was an expensive and fragile vase, so Amie would be unable to knock it over and break it. Belle felt so excited waiting for Amie to return. Her body was so aroused, and she felt tears in her eyes as she so badly wished Rhoar was here, so he could give Amie the punishment she soon deserved for breaking something expensive beyond her means. Belle sat a moment missing, Rhoar's right hand, so strong so brutal, it took life of men, and brought joy to herself, to Jeanne, to Lise. She missed the hand so much. She was almost woken from this dream when the loud crash of the vase could be heard, and Amie breaking down in cheers, asking her lady to forgive her, that she didn't mean to. Belle could see her face showing the same dread she had felt, well not the same, but close.

Belle grabbed Amie by the wrist and pulled her along towards her bed. She was about to try to get her over her knees but realized they were both too petite. Instead, she put her over the bed face down and lifted her dress up and exposed her cute little curvy behind. Belle was sweating as she smacked Amie on her little bare butt. Both girls gasping in pain at the same time. Amie was shocked to feel her ass smacked but knew she was being punished and like Jeanne had done when Belle watched, she was ready to take her punishment.

Belle was surprised to feel her hand burning from slapping Amie but did it again and a third time. The cute little white derrière was getting a pink hue. Belle's hand was burning. She quickly looked around and saw a book, it wasn't very heavy but a robust book with de Rohan family tree and a short account of family members.

She proceeded to spank Amie but suddenly stopped realizing she had forgotten something important. Counting, in her excitement, she had lost the count. But she decided to go with the approach Rhoar had used for herself.

"Count out clearly, Amie" she tried to order harshly but couldn't help to both show excitement and affection in her tone towards her little pretty chambermaid. Amie had felt every single smack on her ass, and she knew exactly where the count was. She counted on up to ten and Belle stopped, and Amie wondered if her punishment was over.

"My turn" Belle announced as she lifted her skirt up exposing her own amazing ass, that just needed a couple of years to blossomed, perfectly. She was beside Amie on the bed and dropped the book in front of her and nodded very enthusiastically to get her to start. Amie took the book and got up slowly, and hesitated a moment before smacking Belle on her ass, so gently she barely felt it

"Do it hard, do it right, or I will see that you are punished" Belle ordered in a voice so hard and harsh she didn't know she had it in her. She looked up at Amie that was frozen in shock, but she didn't even get to apologize to Amie when Amie spanked Belle's cute ass with a strength that almost matched Rhoar's, but only because she was using a leatherbound book.

Belle screamed out in a mix of pain and joy as she started to count, in Latin. She sobbed and cried but managed to count clearly to ten. Amie could hear Belle speak and say things, but not really something that made sense to her, only word that stood out was, Rhoar, whatever that meant.

When the spanking was over, Belle stood up and kissed Amie passionately, and deeply, lips apart, tongues exploring and both girls ended up breathless. Belle wished Rhoar had kissed her like this. She looked into the eyes of Amie and was surprised at what she saw. She could see in her eyes, exactly what she knew Rhoar saw in hers, a girl falling in love. She hugged Amie and felt so energized. Shortly after a guard knocked at the door, Belle's scream had carried. Belle dismissed him with the same calm that would be expected of a real lady. Soon after her mother knocked, having heard that Belle had been heard screaming. She told her mother that she had been shocked when the vase had fallen and then made Amie clear the broken pieces away.

The guards at the gate of the castle had been given orders that if anyone was to come to the gate saying anything or asking anything regarding Bella Lunaris, they should be detained and questioned. One of the count's most trusted retainers, Sir Gilbert, the one that had retrieved, or rescued Belle, was put in charge of this. So, when two women with a big brute of a young man came to the gate, he was called for. Amie was always up for gossip, and she came back to Belle with haste to tell her this. Belle was at first not impressed, not until she heard the description of the young man.

"Rhoar!" Belle spoke out loud and Amie heard it and recalled hearing this word from time to time. Especially when Belle had nightmares, or when she was being made to feel good, Amie blushed to herself thinking of it, loving her rituals, every morning and evening. Belle would now stand over Amie and force Amie's face into her crotch until she would orgasm very powerfully. It wasn't sweet and tender like the beginning, it was rough for those times. But during the day, they would kiss, hug and cuddle.

Jeanne's perspective:

Jeanne felt so conflicted, Belle was gone. She had been taken. They had all been taken but life as it was now more than she had dreamed of. She had always treated Belle as her own, when her brother had brought the little girl to their village and all had said it was his child and it would be the right thing, the Christian thing to take her niece in and give her a home. The village helped but life was hard. Had she been a young widow with a single child Lise, she would have been married again fast. But having two children was more than most men would settle for.

Life had been good, life had been hard, but she had seen her two girls grow up into young women. Now with Rhoar, she had seen them be women. She knew all this was coming to an end. There was a danger in going to the town and castle of the Lord, the count that her brother had served. Not so much for Lise and herself, but for Rhoar. She couldn't bear the thought of Rhoar being harmed, he had been good to them, good to her. But for good or bad, this life, Rhoar and his three women would not go on, not like this.

She couldn't think of a way to tell Lise, to prepare for it. She couldn't tell Rhoar that she was worried, but she would have to do what she could to protect Rhoar from himself.

She shed some tears when she was alone, for herself, for Rhoar and for them all. Mostly for her not having a child growing inside her, it had been close. She was sure, she would have given Rhoar a son. But she was his, ass-whore. She smiled to herself; she felt proud thinking about it.

Tomorrow, is the beginning of the end, was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth, the scent and the feel of Rhoar. She felt safe, protected... loved.