Bella's Troubles Ch. 01

It was the worst three days of Belle's life. She had just given herself to the man she loved, and who she knew loved her, adored her immensely. They had barely finished their act of love, and she was still in a state of bliss knowing life was all she could have dreamed of. Then so much had happened so suddenly and before she was able to act, it was all over. She got up just in time to help Jeanne and Lise catch Rhoar as he was shot by a third arrow, and the last looked to have hit him in his heart.

Lise was almost caught fully under Rhoar's big heavy muscular body, where she and Jeanne managed to help Rhoar lay back instead of falling. Rhoar had been able to stop Jeanne from pulling the arrow out and all Belle could do was look into the eyes of Rhoar and hold him to show him, she was there. Belle didn't really notice all the details of what was done, but Jeanne had gotten the arrow out of Rhoar and Rhoar had made Jeanne find her sewing kit and she had stitched him together. Rhoar had been very weak but the last thing he did was grab Belle by her neck, in a firm powerful grip but not so it was crushing her, but pulling her to him and he kissed her, and for a few seconds Belle could feel that Rhoar had all his strength, in his powerful hand, and then he had passed out.

Amie had run to a farm nearby and told the farmer that the daughter of Count Rohan needed aid. She had gestured to a cart or wheelbarrow and had made the farmer call some of his sons of farmhands to join. They had gotten to the clearing and had with great difficulty got Rhoar on it to transport his unconscious body to the castle. Amie had run ahead to the castle after ensuring the farmer and his helpers found the clearing. She made sure they were prepared to receive the wounded but also to dispatch guards to search the area and to look at the dead.

Belle didn't want to leave the side of Rhoar for any reason. Luckily her mother never suspected it was worry for her lover, but thinking it was because, as she thought, they had been like family, and now he had almost died protecting Bella from assassins. So, while things were very busy at the castle and in the surrounding countryside, Belle was at Rhoar's side. The first day went by with Rhoar never opening his eyes, but just sleeping deeply, almost without making a noise. Belle had to check his chest frequently to see that it was rising and falling steadily. Most of the time Belle would be holding Rhoar's right hand in her hands, and if alone, or with Amie, Lise or Jeanne, she would hold it to her chest.

She did leave briefly to have a nice bath that Amie had made for her, as she still had Rhoar's gift inside her and blood from his wounds. Rhoar happened to wake up very briefly shortly after her bath which made her realize she didn't want to risk leaving his side again, until Rhoar was fully awake again. Rhoar woke up, his hand against Belle's chest and she almost screamed in surprise as he instinctively moved his hand and fingers, which happened to be touching her breasts.

"Belle!" Rhoar spoke out just touching her chest briefly or was it her holding onto his hand.

Rhoar opened his eyes and looked over at Belle, his eyes looking right into hers, and he smiled deeply. Looking very tired but also relaxed, as he just let himself submerge into the depths of her beautiful gaze. He tried to speak a few times but with no luck, he closed his eyes and tried again but no words formed. I opened his eyes and gestured to his mouth.

Belle blushed red but even as she felt this was so wrong, she could feel her body responding. Rhoar shook his head and managed to make a brief chuckle that clearly hurt his wound. He tried to speak a few times, his pain making him forget to think to say when he needed in French but luckily, she understood he was saying "Kiss".

She blushed even more leaning over and kissing his lips passionately, she thought that she had almost started to do her ritual, wondering if she wanted it for herself or if it was to serve Rhoar. She kissed him on and on, but by the time she had kissed what felt forever but still not long enough, she moved her head up and saw that Rhoar had again passed out or fallen asleep, but he for the first time, did so with a small smile on his lips.

The count was by to look at the wounded man that had saved his daughter. He felt conflicted, he had learned that this man was a retard, and he was at the clear belief that any that couldn't benefit society had no place. But here he lay, having saved his daughter, so he had to acknowledge that his existence mattered. He wouldn't hear of Belle sitting here day and night, so she would do so during the day but take part in the meals being served. And when she wasn't there for Rhoar, she could have Lise or Amie look out for Ronald, as he was known to most here.

Something Belle's mother had neglected to say was that she was the second wife to the Count and that his first wife had given him a son, who per tradition would be the next count. Belle was about to learn this and that he would be arriving shortly from the capital. The count had ensured his son stay where the power was, to ensure their family's future. Belle was introduced to her brother, half brother to be exact. For the first time ever, and that included Father Luke, here was a man that looked at her, with no sign of emotion or feelings. Belle had always been used to every man looking at her, with eyes wide or just looking at her with certain looks in their eyes. Her brother showed no emotion at all but just looked at her like she wasn't there. He looked rather uninterested in the fact she had returned. But he was instantly smiling and talking to the Count like it was an amazing thing. Belle wasn't used to people acting like this. She was clever enough to know that her brother was being dishonest even to their father but keeping an act up that her father didn't seem to realize. Her father looked proud and happy for his son and the way he was. Belle's thoughts were sadly more on Rhoar and being away from him, than to think of all the implications there could be drawn from what she had just noticed and realized even if only fleeting. But Lord Joachim would return to her thoughts sooner rather than later.

Next time Rhoar woke up he was aware of his surroundings for the first time. It was dark outside, because only a little light was in the room from a single candle and from the fireplace. He could feel she was near by and before opening his eyes he slowly moved his hand up, and it went under her skirt. He could feel her most private place and heard a surprised gasp. Rhoar instantly knew that this wasn't Belle. But instantly he could feel whoever it was, opened her legs more accepting the hand and fingers immediately and the gasp becoming softly moaning.

"Lise..." Rhoar spoke out softly and all the reply he needed to be confirmed in his suspicion, was to hear her soft giggles. Rhoar smiled and opened his eyes looking at Lise that just stood there smiling and accepting that this man just touched and did to her as he wanted. Her eyes showing very clearly, she wanted him to. Rhoar wanted to go on, as much for Lise, because he adored this sweet happy girl, but also loved the times he had with her when she was there instead of Belle. His arm was tired, sank down and he groaned as it pulled on his upper body and could be felt in his wound.

Lise was here to take care of him but that didn't mean that she couldn't get to feel good doing so. She gently took Rhoar's arm up and placed it on his bed beside him. She giggled and proceeded to undress, getting completely naked, showing off her petite but very feminine shape. She felt so happy as Rhoar just lay there enjoying watching her. He could see in her eyes she knew exactly what she wanted to do and Rhoar almost felt helpless, unable to fend for himself. He chuckled as he recalled at the mill how Lise had sat on his face and how Belle had pushed her away. So, he wasn't surprised as she carefully and with great agility maneuvered herself up so her pretty virgin pussy was right in Rhoar's face. Rhoar didn't even have time to take a deep breath and start to enjoy what was presented before he felt Lise taking him into his mouth. It was a very nice late-night encounter for Rhoar, and he slept very peacefully for the first time since he was wounded. But most of all what made him happy with it was the fact that he felt his strength returning, and how easy it was for Lise to awaken his desires.

Jeanne was by Rhoar as often as she could but sharing room with Lise, her daughter was very quick to happily describe how she had helped Rhoar during the night. Jeanne was a big reason why Rhoar was still alive, having risked herself in the combat to give Rhoar a fighting chance but also afterwards doing as Rhoar had instructed. First removing the arrow and then to her shock, being instructed to stitch his wound like he was just made of leather. Jeanne wanted to be sure that Rhoar was getting better and this day she made sure to seek him out. She sent Lise away that was with Rhoar at lunch time, while Belle was having her food with her family in the hall and was also expected to nap afterwards.

Rhoar woke up as Jeanne was a little loudly ordering Lise to leave and he just spoke out loud: "Ass-whore" he slowly turned his face to look at Jeanne and Lise, Lise blushing some hearing this rude word, but Jeanne sent her outside blushing at the same time as she beamed with happiness. Hearing Rhoar calling her the pet name he had for her, and sounding happy made her realize he clearly was on the mend.

Jeanne knew she had never been a pretty or beautiful woman, not even young. She had been average, but she had known all her adult life what she had that men appreciated. But looking at Rhoar he could see him looking at her, at her face and smiling at her. She had come bringing a bowl with hot water to tend to Rhoar's wounds. Rhoar just let her without speaking but just observing her. After she undressed his wound and started to clean it the took her hand and said "Thank you... ass-whore" smiling at her. He had spoken the first solemnly, his voice and gaze showing her that he knew he was alive because of her. He had added the second half, to make her smile and happy.

As she cleaned him, he would frequently feel her ass when she turned to do this and that. She gasped the first time but just looked back at Rhoar and made sure to stand in a way so he could do as he wished. He still didn't have all the strength he wished he had, and his arm was quickly like made of lead. He rested a while as she finished cleaning his wound and then redressed it. He used all the strength in his right arm to suddenly pick her up and over his lap, still laying down. Rhoar tried to get her skirt up but he clearly had trouble in his condition, but Jeanne quickly aided him exposing her perfect ass. She almost yelled out to his first spank of her ass, Rhoar hit her ass hard, but it wasn't so much the pain, as it was in joy at feeling the hand on her ass. She turned her head toward Rhoar, and tears of joy were coming down her cheeks as Rhoar spanked her. He groaned some, this was taxing him, but he was showing her all his affection, the way he knew she loved it. She could feel how hard this was making Rhoar as she was laying over him.

After five very nice and pink painting smacks of her ass, she could feel that Rhoar was fighting to do this, but she didn't want him to go on, she wished for more, but another time. She got up and pulled his covers off and smiled up at Rhoar, as she gently swiped the tears off her cheeks before devouring him into her hungry mouth.

When Jeanne was done and had gotten all Rhoar had to give her, and she had continued to clean him up, drain him, she looked up expecting to see the green strong eyes smiling at her. But he was sleeping, with a sweet smile on his lips, sweating on his forehead and snoring softly. She gave herself the pleasure she needed, fingering her holes and watching her master sleep. She was his ass-whore, his pet.

That evening Belle was dining with her family, but mostly it was talking to her mother while her father and her half-brother, Lord Joachim, debated politics and strategy. Belle had instructed Lise to entertain and prepare Rhoar for later, that she would come visit Rhoar after dinner. She had pointed out that Lise was in no way to use her mouth or anything but was to be sure Rhoar was comfortable and awake when the sun was setting.

Belle made sure that both Lise and Amie were there, one outside the door and one inside, so no one would imagine what the daughter of the Count was up to, since she wasn't ever alone in the room with Rhoar, Ronald. But just as twilight was falling, she came to his chamber. Her heart was pounding and her body felt on fire. She recalled the first time her body had felt like this, felt so long ago at the mill, when Jeanne and Lise had joined her, as she had almost given herself to Rhoar that evening. This evening, she wasn't coming there to give herself to Rhoar, she came to take what she needed, what she needed badly.

Belle wished for one thing, that she could stay there all night, but biggest issue was that she knew that Rhoar needed to heal and therefore Belle came with a purpose. She had planned to just enter and undress, and knew she was ready and wanted it immediately, but coming inside she saw Rhoar was awake, and he turned his face towards her and just smiled at her. She was kissing him before she could ever remember her feet bringing her to his bedside. Between kisses she instructed Lise to go outside and Amie to help undress her. She kept kissing Rhoar as Amie with difficulty started to get her dress and skirts off. She had to move away from Rhoar a moment to get the dress fully off but soon she was standing naked before her man. If her body hadn't been on fire all evening, seeing the look in his eyes set her even more ablaze.

She pulled his covers off and saw his arousal for her but still she took him into her mouth, needing to taste and feel him. She could feel herself getting carried away and managed to pull herself off. Rhoar was looking at her, almost like there was fear in his eyes, not like he was scared but more shocked at how ferocious Belle was. She gently crawled onto his bed, straddling him and just a moment hesitated as she took him into her hand to guide him into her warm, wet and very needy pussy. This was only her second time, but she felt herself slowly sliding down onto Rhoar and heard him grunting before she realized her body and desires had made her act before her brain could tell her what to do.

"I love you, Rhoar" she just said out to the room, her eyes closed, and it was like she was in a dream. She had dreamed of this many times and she was remembering these dreams, they didn't do the real thing justice. She slowly rode Rhoar, while Amie watched her mistress in awe. She loved watching her mistress look this happy, she felt so happy with Rhoar for being there for her mistress. Where some might feel jealousy, Amie only wanted Bella to be happy, it was paramount. Belle started to be very loud, and verbal and Amie was quick to give her a fine soft cloth and Belle barely understood what Amie was saying or why she was gesturing to her but finally understood to take the cloth into her mouth and bite onto it.

She finally collapsed on top of Rhoar, having had an orgasm that shook her soul. She had gotten all that Rhoar had to give her, and she felt him taking her into his arms, holding her. She soon felt his grip soften and she knew Rhoar was asleep. She softly kissed him, kissed his face and gently got off Rhoar without hurting him. She let Amie clean her and get dressed. She called out to Lise and smiled at her and just nodded toward Rhoar's naked form. Lise just smiled, knowing she was to clean Rhoar and make sure he was cared for all night. Belle watched Lise take Rhoar's spent cock into her mouth, and Belle almost felt a sting of jealousy, but she smiled. She knew she couldn't have it all, and she just smiled at Lise, like she had been a mistress with servant all her life.

Belle and Amie silently moved through the halls of the castle after dark. It was almost full moon and enough light along with Amie carrying a single candle for them to find the way back. On the way they heard voices. Lord Joachim was one, Belle was sure of it. They could hear him talking harshly but clearly meaning to whisper but being harsh made his voice carry. They didn't hear much but one single sentence was clear enough to Belle:

"How could they be the best three and be bested by a retard... and women" disgust was clear in his tone. Lord Joachim dismissed whoever he was talking to, and torchlight could be seen moving away in two different directions.