Pixie Isobella

Summer had thought the fun would last forever. Missing her illicit trysts with the young men of the castle, she agrees to meet Conrad for one last wicked date…

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Summer’s Engagement: 3

[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters and object insertion. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]

Summer nearly reneged and didn’t go.

After supper, even her earlier pale enthusiasm had deserted her. But, she thought ruefully as she dismissed her maid from her chamber, what else was she to do?

Conrad was callow and over eager. Too often he came inside her before she felt properly sated. But she hadn’t had sex for over a week while King David had been visiting for the formal marriage proposal, and who knew when she would be able to have sex after she left Ashley for his court?

Her breasts felt tight and needy in her supper gown and that sweet place between her legs throbbed with sleepy lust. She needed to fuck.

That decided her. She would go and meet Conrad, and she would take some of her favourite toys with her, and he could use them inside her, so it wouldn’t matter if he wasn’t able to satisfy her with his shaft alone.

Conrad was waiting for her in the small room on the high tower.

‘Hello Summer,’ he said, eagerly, stepping forward and taking both her hands in his hands. ‘Are you ready for some fun?’

Summer assented briefly, almost absent-mindedly. Conrad seemed oddly — overly — excited, and she wondered if he’d been drinking.

She sighed internally. Actually, she wasn’t really looking forward to having his warm sweaty hands on her or his enthusiastic member prodding into her. It was just better than staying in her room and being bored.

Conrad’s hands dropped her hands to fidget with the hem of her bodice. She guessed he’d want to pull it down soon and pull out her breasts as his play toys.

‘What do you want to do first, Summer?’ he asked breathily?

This time she actually did sigh out loud. This was the problem with Conrad. He always wanted her to make decisions, he always expected her to direct the flow of the proceedings.

‘I brought some toys,’ she said reluctantly.

It wasn’t the same when she brought the toys, when she initiated it. She missed — damnably — the cheerful bossiness of some of the other young men, higher in the court hierarchy than Conrad, who had just assumed she was their toy and would do what she was told.

‘Oh!’ Conrad’s face lit up and a grin spread across his face. ‘You mean like we and Mark and Uraen and the others, like we would do in the forest? When you used to lie back and we would insert things into your hole?’

Summer blushed. Did he have to say that, just like that?

‘Yes,’ she forced herself to speak calmly, ‘I thought you could undress me and use these toys on me.’

‘You’d like to feel them inside you?’

His fingers were still plucking at her bodice and down between their bodies she could see his hard erection in his breeches. Either just being in her presence or the thought of seeing her naked and fucking her was turning him on.

‘And,’ he said shy but eager, ‘can I fuck you? I thought you could drink my cum, like you used to do for all the men, and then I’ll get hard again and fuck you in your hole, just like you like?’

Summer blushed hotter to hear the words on his lips. Mostly, the other men hadn’t ever discussed with her what they wanted to do to her. They had just done the things, then boasted afterwards to her about what they had done, while she was lying half-naked, blindfolded and bound, still hot and sweaty and dripping with their cum.

But at least the thought of all those things was turning her on, even if it was only Conrad and not some of the other young men who she had liked more.

‘Yes,’ Summer said. ‘Please fuck me. I’d like-,’ she paused, unaccustomed to hearing the words on her own lips, ‘I’d like you inside me. I’d like you to fuck me. In my hole,’ she blushed again as the words came out her mouth, ‘and to cum inside me.’

Gods, would he just start already? Her clothes felt unnecessary and her body was hot and aching, and she wanted to stop talking and start feeling, even if it was just stupid Conrad.

‘Good.’

Conrad grinned, cunningly Summer thought.

Suddenly, she had regrets. Conrad started to laugh, then he laughed harder, and she felt a strangely embarrassed flush rising across her whole body.

Had he…? Was this a joke?

Through the silence of the high, lonely tower, Summer heard footsteps and clapping hands behind her. Her heart jumped in shock into her mouth.

Oh no!

A feeling of horrified fear was rising in Summer’s chest. She turned to flee from the room, only to have Conrad grab her from behind by her long, loose hair and pull her roughly back against him.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you, Summer darling,’ he whispered into her ear, while she struggled feebly in shock. Conrad lifted his head and spoke in a much louder voice. ‘Was that enough? Did you get enough?’

Summer struggled to free herself from his tight grip, then she felt her limbs going weak in shock as a man walked into her view, still clapping his hands, a joyous look on his face.

‘Oh yes, Conrad, yes we did,’ he said silkily and Summer flushed in embarrassment and fear.

Oh… fuck.

It was Lord Arendt, her father’s vice-chancellor. The man was unmistakeable, even wearing his customary rich robes. Two other men stepped into the room — one of them she didn’t recognise and she saw the other was Lord Marlowe, a lord from the southern marches.

Oh no.

This couldn’t be happening. Were they going to tell her parents? Summer blushed hotly and started to struggle again feebly. She couldn’t live down the shame. And while there wasn’t any actual point in struggling and running away — Lord Arendt had already seen her face and heard her words — she struggled anyway.

Maybe if she actually escaped, she could deny she had seen him or what he had heard. If they didn’t find her here, if Lord Arendt couldn’t actually drag her physically down to her parents’ room, maybe her parents, King Ranulf and Queen Liza, would believe her rather than him and Conrad.

Lord Arendt walked right up to Summer, smiling in a way she didn’t like. He stepped too close to her, while Conrad still held her tightly against him. She glared at Lord Arendt fiercely but he ignored her.

‘Well done, Conrad,’ Lord Arendt said coolly. ‘You can let go of her now, Lord Marlowe and my friend here will take over her punishment.’

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