Camille's Seduction

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Dukes of Desire 1

Camille's Seduction Camille Capria is the loveliest girl in London, and three dukes, the Tremont brothers, have decided to have her. Mortimer and Knoll Tremont aren't interested in marriage, but they are interested in having Camille in their bed. The brothers hatch a plan for the oldest, Titus, to marry Camille so all three of them can share her with a veneer of propriety. The problem is they have to talk her into it. The bigger problem is that Camille has a secret. Will desire be enough to keep them all together when the past threatens to destroy the present? Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 19,513 words

CAMILLE’S SEDUCTION Dukes of Desire 1

Ella Vines

MENAGE AMOUR

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CAMILLE’S SEDUCTION Dukes of Desire 1 ELLA VINES Copyright © 2011

Chapter 1 July 1786, Covent Gardens Three sets of eyes stared at her, and her luscious bust pressed against her silken mint-green evening gown. Her long, nearly whiteblonde hair was half-up, half-down in ringlets and surrounded a heartshaped face with long-lashed, gray eyes and a full, pink mouth. She had a resemblance to Marie Antoinette, but she was much lovelier. Even corseted, no other woman in the gardens looked like her. Her waist boasted a tiny span, and her hips curved out in a way that made all three men think thoughts they could not voice in polite society. “She will do nicely.” Titus Tremont looked at his brothers across the table at Covent Gardens as fireworks exploded, and the crowd oohed. “I think so. She is a right sweet dish.” Mort Tremont nodded and sipped his Port. “Good. Then how shall we get her to the castle for our grand experiment?” Knoll Tremont raised his dark brows at Titus. “Leave that to me. I’ll have a letter on the way to her when we get back to Tremont Hall. Her mother wishes her to marry a duke, and the idea of dining with me is one she will love.” Titus curled his lip in assurance.

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“To be sure,” Knoll agreed, his golden-brown hair falling in his eyes. “So you won’t tell her about us?” Mort asked, his lips curving. “No. You two will be a surprise. After all, she won’t expect my brothers from far-off dukedoms to be here.” “But we are, and we will be for the next month.” “Yes.” Titus finished his glass of Port. “And tomorrow, she will join us for dinner.” “And dessert,” Mort said, shifting in his seat. They smiled and finished their dinner, not taking their eyes off her. **** “They’ve been staring at you all night.” Jolie Marsh shivered, her eyes dancing. “Nonsense.” Camille Capria shook her head. “They have better things to do than chase down a girl like me with few prospects.” “Pshaw. You don’t need them. Look at you.” Jolie’s dark eyes were full of envy. “Mother will see that I’m set up with some nobleman, even though our ties to nobility are so scant as to be nonexistent.” Camille smirked at the thought. “I wager the Duke of Cambridge will be the one,” Jolie said, nodding toward Titus Tremont. “Ah, you do dream.” Camille laughed, but her eyes slid toward the three men, known throughout London as the most eligible bachelors in their early twenties. “Dreams come true sometimes.” “Not for me.” A shadow slipped over her friend’s face, and she touched Camille’s arm.

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**** When she returned home, Camille found a letter waiting for her on the silver salver by the door. It had been hand delivered. Curious, she ripped it open. Dear Miss Capria, I request your presence at my dinner table tomorrow evening at seven. A few select friends including married ladies and my mother, the duchess, shall join us, and you will be well chaperoned. The festivities will go well into the night, so prepare to stay at Tremont Hall until morning. I shall send a closed carriage for you before the house is due. You may send your acceptance if you wish before tomorrow afternoon. Fond regards, Titus Tremont Camille gasped for breath. The idea of spending an evening overnight at the Hall scandalized and excited her. She wondered if her mother would agree, but knew in a moment’s reflection she would. She approached her in her bedroom, and she wrote the letter of acceptance herself, dispatching a footman to take it at that moment. “You must not miss such an opportunity, my darling. I know and the duke knows you are the loveliest girl in society at the moment.” “Oh, mother.” Camille blushed. “Just be sure you do nothing to compromise your reputation. You know all that business with...” Ada Capria’s brow knit, and she gave her daughter a meaningful look. “Yes, mother, I know. Of course not.” Camille shuddered at the thought of talking about the past and about what her mother intimated. The Tremont family had a certain reputation and rumors, but so far the dukes had not fallen into the category of rakes. However, they were still all young.


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“You must get your things ready. Shoo.” Her mother kissed her cheek and held her close for a moment. Camille sensed she was loath to let her go. **** Her valise packed, Camille waited on edge in the sitting room. She wore a peach silk de chine gown with full panniers and her hair in a complicated style, half-up and half-down. Beads dotted the top of her blonde locks. She pinched her cheeks, hoping they looked healthy. Jolie had fretted over her for hours as soon as she had heard the news. Camille longed for her friend to join her, but only she had been invited. The thought excited and frightened her a bit. A carriage pulled up outside the city residence, and Camille made her way toward it. Ornate trim and plush seats relaxed her as they journeyed through the city to the Hall. Night fell around them, and the winking lights of the massive structure made Camille’s heart skip a beat. Her hands grew clammy as servants met her at the door. When she entered the stone hall, Camille looked around. Out of the shadows, three men stepped. Camille recognized them as the three dukes. Alarm filled her. “Good evening, Miss Capria.” She curtsied, not able to speak a word to the tall, blond man in front of her. His limpid, brown eyes fastened on hers. “You may call me Titus. I don’t care about titles and that posh.” “Yes, your—” “No. Just Titus. I insist.” “Yes, thank you, Titus.” The second man stepped forward, and his size and muscles left Camille breathless. Where Titus was blond, fair, and lithe, this man had hulking girth and tanned skin. His black eyes penetrated hers, and a shiver ran through her. She read his desire there as she had other men’s, but never had she read it as such a naked warning. “I’m Mortimer. Call me Mort.” Camille recalled he was the Duke

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of Cornwall. She curtsied low. He took her hand, holding it tight in his and tracing fire over it with his tongue. The kiss took her breath away, inappropriate and salacious as it was. The third man stepped forward, muscular and bronzed as well. “I’m Knoll. The pleasure of meeting you is all mine, Miss Capria.” “You may call me Camille.” She blurted the words out, her face blooming crimson. “Thank you.” Titus bowed low in front of her, and he led the way to an opulent dining room. Camille heard little as dinner progressed, and she was unsurprised when she found herself the only guest. What do they have planned for me? She knew her virtue was at stake unless there really was a companion there to make sure all was well before she went to bed. Camille knew there wasn’t. They had brought her here to seduce her. Anger ran through her as she finished a delicate filet of sole. “I must be going now. It’s quite late.” She rose, her eyelids half closed. “But we do not wish you to leave.” Titus spoke, leaning back in his chair, a small smile on his face. “I must insist. There is no companion here, no suitable chaperone. You lied about...” “I apologize.” Titus spoke again, his voice smooth and seductive. “I accept your apology, but I still must leave.” “No. Let’s retire to the drawing room.” Mortimer stood and was at her side in a flash. His size alone intimidated her, and she swallowed, taking his arm as he steered her out of the room. His thigh brushed against hers, and she wondered about his strength. “We mean you no harm, Camille.” Mortimer deposited her on the love seat. “The truth is, sweet, lovely Camille”—the words caressed her— “we mean to make you our own. You are the loveliest woman in England, and we want you with us.” “What in God’s name?” His words were unfathomable, and her


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head spun. “I mean, I want you in my bed, as do my brothers, and we will do what it takes for that to happen. We may keep a look of propriety, but we will have you.” Titus’s eyes burned like brown leaves on fire. “I will not be part of your twisted, sick...” Camille broke off, knowing her resistance was of no use. They outnumbered her three to one. If they did as they wished, she would be ruined, but she could tell no one. “I assure you, it is nothing of the kind. It is simply that we are all taken with you. I first saw you months ago, and I’ve thought of nothing but you. My brothers have wanted us to share a woman, the woman whom I’d choose as my wife. They do not wish to marry. When I saw you, my decision was made.” Titus crossed the distance between them and sat beside her. “Be that as it may, I have not similarly decided upon you.” “You will.” Knoll spoke, his tongue running over his lips in a way that made warm heat flood through Camille. “I won’t.” “Give us tonight.” Titus spoke. “We shall tell no one of this if you agree to marry me within a week.” Camille gasped, tears filling her eyes. “I cannot.” “Why not? Your widowed mother will be overjoyed. Will she not?” He smirked at her, his body close to hers. “Yes.” “Then that’s enough. Do not fear, we shall leave your maiden status intact in the strict sense of the word until our wedding night.” Titus’s voice shook with lust. “Now, may I have the pleasure of accompanying you to your chamber? It is the finest in the castle.” Mort spoke as he stood, towering over her. “Yes.” Camille knew resistance was futile. Her mother would be

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overjoyed, and if the men broke their promise, even they would not tell everyone in England about it. They had too much power and need for respect. Mort led her up a long, dark staircase and down a hall with several turns. Her arm in his grew warm from the heat of his body. Soon, Camille was lost, and she couldn’t have left or found her way out if she had tried. The realization made her panicky. “Be calm, Camille. We’re not monsters.” “How could I think otherwise? What you are doing is beastly and immoral!”


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Chapter 2 Mort chuckled and stopped in front of a door. He pressed her against the wall, letting her feel the thick, hard length of his body. Camille trembled, wondering if he would ravish her then and there. He took her hand and kissed it. “Damn the morals of polite society.” His voice was a snarl. “My brothers and I want you, and we mean to have you.” “Do you have no thought for my feelings?” Camille’s breath came fast as Mort rubbed and caressed her hand in his. “I do...we do. But we couldn’t decide which of us should have you, so we decided to share.” He gave her a lopsided grin, and she moaned in fear. “I’m not a pawn for you to do with as you wish!” He continued to stroke her hand, and her body tingled in a way it never had. “I never said you were. Marriage to one man will be the outside of the arrangement for the prying eyes of society, but we shall be a group, bonded forever.” Camille stared at him in astonishment. He really believes the madness he is spouting. How can three men share one woman? Why would she wish to be shared? “I might be forced into your twisted arrangement to save face and my reputation, but I will never relent to it.” “We shall see, beauty.” He touched her face, tracing a warm path to her lips as he parted them with his fingers. Camille bit down. “Ow! Blast it, woman. What are you doing?” He took his fingers out of her mouth and pulled her to him, his arms holding her hard and fast against him. “I didn’t invite your hand into my mouth.”

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“Aye, you’re right there, but you shall someday. You shall.” He let her go, and she stumbled back against the hard, cold wall. “We’ll come to you in a half hour. Get the beaded blue chemise on for us.” Camille braced herself against the wall, her mind not functioning correctly. She started down the dark hall, desperate to get out of the castle and run to safety. Her journey soon proved futile as shadows closed in on her. She ran back down the hall toward her room and went in, locking the door. Camille’s breath came in gasps, and she found her valise on the floor by the huge canopy bed. The room’s furnishings were dark and decadent, and Camille noticed everything had claw feet. Her eyes fell on the silky, periwinkle-blue chemise laid out straight on the bed. A knock sounded at the door, making her jump three feet. “Miss, may I come in and help you with your clothes?” A meek, older woman hobbled in, not meeting Camille’s eyes. She flushed dark with the shame of it as the woman helped her out of her cumbersome dress and into the chemise. “Do you need anything else?” The woman slid her eyes away. “No, thank you. You’re very kind.” Camille’s voice shook, and she wiped at her eyes, not wanting to show emotion in front of a stranger. “Ah, miss. The brothers are kind lads.” She patted Camille’s hand and left the room. Camille broke down in tears and collapsed on the bed at the woman’s kindness and words. But how could the Tremonts be kind when they had tricked her into coming here and were planning to take her virtue? “They’re not. She’s just brainwashed,” Camille muttered and burrowed under the thick covers. She wanted to get some rest, if possible. Putting up a fight was going to take all her energy, and these days she had none to spare. Just wait until they find out my secret. The thought pained her, and she saw Matthew’s green eyes in her mind before she drifted off to sleep. If only you were here with me now, love...


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**** “Would you look at her?” Titus whispered, he and his brothers in Camille’s bedroom after finding the key to unlock the door. “Sleeping beauty,” Knoll said in a reverent voice. “Just a bit of fun, I say.” Mort grunted, licking his lips and walking toward the bed. “Wait.” Titus held up his hands. “As we agreed, we will not consummate this tonight. Instead, we will pleasure Camille.” His brothers nodded. “And you’ll lead since you’re the one to be married to her?” Mort’s voice was rough with desire. “That’s right. Follow my lead.” Titus walked over to the bed, stroking Camille’s hair as it gleamed white in the candlelight. “Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he murmured, kneeling down close to her ear. She mumbled in her sleep, turning toward him and stretching. He stroked her hair. “I’ve come to convince you that marrying me won’t be so bad.” Camille sat up in bed. “I can’t do anything about what you’ve done to me tonight, deceiving me and taking my own will away, but I will never love any of you.” Her words troubled Titus. “We’ll see about that, angel.” **** Titus at close range was even more handsome than at a short distance. His blond hair curled wildly about his head, and his body was lithe. Brown eyes with gold specks completed the breathtaking image. Any other time, Camille would have been enthralled by him, but not now. She scooted away from him, sitting up in bed. Her chemise slid down one arm, and she pulled it back up, feeling the

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men’s eyes on her. “Please have a seat. You might as well since I’m sure you will be here for a while.” Camille motioned Mort and Knoll into two chairs. They pulled them up beside the bed. She pretended to be calm, but she was anything but. “May I pull the sheets back and look at you?” Titus asked, his brown eyes shining in the candle light. The room was dim, but for the three candles burning and a small slip of moonlight through the gossamer curtains. “Do I have a choice?” Camille’s voice dripped with acid. “Yes. You could pull the sheets down yourself.” Titus raised an eyebrow, and she flushed. “And what if I don’t?” “Then I will.” She saw excitement in his eyes. “I am...we are going to make you feel things you never have before, Camille.” A memory stabbed at her heart, and she wondered if he was right or wrong. “I suppose you will have to, then.” A frisson of excitement coursed through her. She realized she probably had little to fear. The three of them could have raped her hours ago, and they had promised not to consummate anything tonight. Why not enjoy yourself? You’ll be married to him anyway soon enough, unless he’s lying. She lay still as he moved toward her and pulled the silky sheets down. Her legs goose pimpled in the cool night air of May. “Wait.” “What?” “I need to know if you were lying about our future marriage.” Camille twirled a strand of hair, staring into Titus’ eyes. She heard Knoll clear his throat. “No. Absolutely. We will be married a week from tonight in a small, private ceremony of you, me, and my brothers—as guests. I swear to you on my family name.” His brothers nodded to the left and right of him.


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“I take your word, then. Do with me as you will, other than consummation.” Sweat trickled down her temple at the exertion of being strong, of putting on a brave face. I will not be a victim. I’ve already been that once. “As you wish, princess.” Titus looked at her in open lust. **** Titus moved his hand up her smooth ankle, massaging it. He saw her eyes close and felt her muscles relax under his hands. “You feel so marvelous, princess.” He moved his hands up to her calves, massaging both of them. He heard a moan come from her, ever so softly. “Relax, and let me pleasure you. I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” She nodded, her eyes closed, face flushed. Titus’s erection rose, pressing against his breeches at the sight of miles of legs and soft skin under his hand. It was better than his best fantasy, touching her. Mortimer cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. He shook his head no. I want her to myself for a few minutes. Finders, keepers and all that. She was his to do with as he wished. Love wasn’t part of it, but lust had him in its grip. He planned to take full advantage of her as his wife-to-be. He moved his hands to her thighs, his breath catching at the impossible softness of their insides. His hands slipped under her chemise, and he fingered her underwear, silky bottoms she must have worn just for the occasion. Titus heard her breath catch. His erection pressed against his breeches, and he stood, pulling them off along with his shoes and hose. He wore a thin pair of white underwear, and he sighed at feeling more free. His cock throbbed at the sight of Camille before him. He nudged her over on the bed, wanting to lie beside her. Titus stretched out next to her, his cock pressed against her chemise-clad hipbone. “Take the chemise off, sweet.” Camille opened her eyes and sat up, pulling it over her head. One of his brothers gasped at the sight of

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her full breasts rising and falling with the motion. Titus gazed at perfect, baby pink nipples and areolas. “Now, the under things.” His voice came out a harsh whisper, so overcome by lust was he. Camille slid them down and threw them aside, locking her gaze on his the whole time. “I don’t think you’re as naïve as I suspected.” Titus meant it. The look she had on her face spoke of knowing other men and how they thought. Camille smiled and lay back, her hands behind her head. Titus heard his brothers’ harsh breathing in the background. “Let me kiss her, and then you join in.” **** Titus brought his face close to hers, and their lips met. He pressed against her, and she nipped at his mouth, wanting to bring him pain. He responded by flicking his tongue over hers and pressing it deep into her warm space. He pulled away. “How will I control myself with you?” Mortimer and Knoll stood and shucked their clothing. Camille’s eyes widened at Mortimer’s muscular physique. He would surely crush her. His tanned cock rose against his hairy thatch, and she felt warmth between her thighs at the sight of it. She had never seen a man his size, not that she had much experience. The thought brought her pain, and she pushed it away. Camille gazed at Knoll, his black hair glimmering in the dim light. His skin stood out against the night, pale. He was tall and muscular, but not nearly as big as Mortimer. His prick rose gracefully against dark pubic hair, but Camille couldn’t see much of it in shadow. Titus nudged her to the middle of the bed, the largest bed she had ever seen. Mortimer climbed in on her right side, Knoll on her left. Titus had moved down to her feet. “You have a pretty pussy,” Mortimer whispered, touching her left breast with rough hands. He tweaked her nipple, and she saw his


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muscles ripple as he moved close to her, his cock touching her hip where he lay. He put his mouth on her nipple, sucking and teasing. At the same moment, Knoll lowered his lips to her right breast, swirling over her nipple with a questing, hot tongue. Camille whimpered in spite of herself. She already knew Titus was right. She had never felt such pleasure. Camille felt Titus’s hand over her pussy, and she groaned as he slid a finger in slowly. “You like that, sweet?” “Yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the feeling of it. Mortimer continued to tease her nipple as he rubbed his cock against her hip. The motion drove her wild, and she wanted to be filled. Knoll kissed her gently, running his fingers through her hair as Titus slid another finger inside her and rubbed her clit with a third. Electricity built inside her. “Please, please,” she murmured, writhing under their hands, feeling Knoll’s cock against her cheek now. “Take my brother’s cock into your mouth. Have you ever sucked one?” Mortimer’s voice was like gravel as he stroked his own and looked at her. She didn’t answer. “You’ll learn tonight, princess.” Titus spoke softly, still teasing her nub as her body burned with need. Camille turned her mouth toward Knoll’s cock, wanting him to fill her. She had never wanted to be taken so much as she did at that moment. He put the tip against her mouth, and she whimpered. “She wants it, Knoll. If you don’t give it to her, I’ll give her mine.” Mortimer rubbed his cock against her side again, and she felt pre-cum slide across her skin, hot and sticky. Knoll pushed a couple inches of his cock, long and thin, into her mouth, and she took it as her clit began to throb. She felt Titus pull his fingers out of her, and she groaned in frustration. Her pussy ached with the need for release. Mortimer’s cock slapped against her side, and she knew he was going to come on her belly. The thought made her wetter as Knoll pressed his long cock into her mouth and she gagged a little on it. He pistoned

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in and out, and she felt a tongue flick across her clit. “Mmmm.” She groaned loudly, her mouth full of Knoll’s dick. “Yeah, bitch. Suck that fine prick.” Mortimer’s harsh words only turned her on more. He was as she had thought he would be, coarse and forceful. Camille spasmed in orgasm as Titus flicked his tongue around her nub and pushed fingers up to her cervix. She heard Mortimer grunt, and hot, wet liquid splashed onto her stomach. Her pussy clenched around Titus’s fingers. “Yes, you have a sweet cunt,” he whispered, and she saw him pull his cock out of his underwear just as Knoll stiffened, and warm fluid gushed into her mouth. She swallowed it down, nearly choking on the salty, thick liquid, and he shouted as he came. Mortimer rubbed his cum into her belly, and the feeling aroused her again. “That’s right, slut. You’re going to have it all over you.” His voice was a growl. Knoll kissed her, and she knew he tasted himself in her mouth. Camille heard Titus’s harsh breathing and saw him grow rigid and gasp. His hot liquid shot out, hitting her mons. She whimpered, still not sated even after her orgasm. Titus smiled at her. “That was just the beginning. Once we’re married, we’ll consummate it, and all three of us are going to claim you.” Camille moaned in frustration at the thought of waiting. “I told you we’d make you want us, little bird.” Titus kissed her and toweled her off with the sheet. Knoll nipped at her ear, and Mortimer whispered goodnight. A moment later, the candles were out, and the Tremont brothers were gone.


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Chapter 3 Camille’s mind would not shut down. Once the pleasure was over, she came back to reality. This is madness. I have to find a way out of here. What I’ve done is insane, immoral. She stumbled out of bed and over to the window. She threw it open, breathing of the cool night air. Think. Her only chance was escape via the hallway. She lit the candle by her bed and slid on quiet feet into the hall. Tears ran down her cheeks at what she had done. When they found out, there would be no safety for her, not even in marriage. So, it’s either escape now or marry and stay quiet. Camille wanted the former. She kept walking down the hall, but she only got more lost. Sobs wracked her body. She stumbled and thudded against a door. It opened, and Mortimer Tremont pulled her into his arms. “What are you doing out here, you silly wench?” He shut the door and pushed her against the wall. “I can’t stay. This is all a mistake.” Tears ran down her cheeks, and he pulled her long hair in his hand. She felt his erection throbbing against her stomach as he held her against the wall. “It’s no mistake, and you’re going to stay and be wife to Titus and woman for all three of us. I do not wish to marry, and there is no finer looking woman than you in all of London or anywhere I’ve been, and believe me, I have been.” He nipped at her ear, eliciting a moan from Camille. “It won't be so bad, you'll see.” He surprised her by kissing her, the tenderness of it taking her breath away. “When I leave tomorrow, I’ll go away, and you won’t find me.” Even as Camille spoke, she half-believed her own words. Did she really want to leave?

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He tweaked her nipple, sending a bolt of pain and pleasure through her. “No, you won’t. Your mother needs the money too much, and you need the marriage.” He curled his lips like a wolf. “Don't be so sure of that. I can say no if I want to.” Tears slid down her cheeks, and he licked and sucked at them until Camille moaned with arousal. “I know you will marry us because we want you, and we'll care for you, Camille. In fact, soon enough, I think you'll do anything we ask because you want it so much.” She shook her head no, and he pulled her hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her, biting her mouth and forcing his tongue inside her wetness. Camille’s thighs grew slippery with need. He let her go, and she gasped for breath. “Yes, you will do what we ask, and right now, you’re going to suck my cock, you pretty wench.” Camille whimpered at the thought. “Get on the floor and do it.” She slid down on her knees on the hard, stone floor, putting one hand around Mortimer’s muscled thigh and the other hand on the base of his cock. Only one other man before tonight had asked for and received this from her, and now he... Camille stopped the thought, focusing on the moment and her need as well as Mortimer’s. She squeezed the base of his cock in her hand, and he hissed as she swirled her tongue around the ridged top of it. “Yes, slut. Suck it. I’ve wanted this for ages.” Mortimer’s language should have offended her, but instead, her thighs grew damp, and her cunt throbbed. She took more of him into her mouth, and he gripped her hair, pulling it until she moaned in mingled pain and ecstasy. “You like it rough, don’t you, you, my sweet cocksucker?” Camille moaned in answer, taking him fully into her mouth, deep in her throat. He thrust into her, nearly choking her. “Take that fat cock and suck it, girl.” She did as he said, and he grunted in satisfaction. He slid in and out of her mouth, moaning his satisfaction.


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“You’ve done this before. It’s the best I’ve ever had.” He gripped her shoulders as he shoved his prick in and out of her mouth, deep in her throat. Camille’s arousal ached, and she longed for release. Mortimer tensed and moaned long and deep as he shot his seed into her throat. She swallowed the thick liquid, amazed at how much he had produced after having just come earlier. He pulled her up off the floor and swung her on to the bed. “I’m going to enjoy this pussy. It’s mine.” His words sent bolts of heat through her. He wrenched her thighs apart, burying his face in her heat. His tongue lapped at her, and he teased her clit with it as she writhed. He buried his meaty fingers inside her, stretching her pussy. “What do you want, you cocksucking slut?” “I...” She didn’t answer, too embarrassed to say. “Tell me, or you won’t get it. I’ll throw you out of this room after I make you suck my prick again.” “To feel pleasure,” she whispered. He plunged his hand inside her, making her moan. “I need to hear you say it. What do you want from me?” “I want you to make me come.” “That’s what I guessed.” He put his mouth on her clit, biting it gently as he slid his fingers in and out of her. Camille teetered on the edge for a moment, and then waves of pleasure overcame her like none she had ever experienced. She felt her cunt throbbing against Mortimer’s fingers as she whimpered. “Umm. Feel better, angel?” He laughed, letting her know he thought she was anything but an angel. “Yes.” “Good. I aim to please you. Come get into bed with me.” “But.” “No buts. I want you against me all night, and when we wake up, I’m going to come on that pretty ass of yours.” He squeezed her bottom and laughed. Camille climbed into his bed without a word. Exhaustion overtook her even as Mortimer slid into bed behind her

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and pulled her to his chest, his hands on her breasts. “You’re going to make a fine slave to my fantasies, Camille.” His voice came rough in her ear, and an ache filled her unexpectedly. Was that all she was going to be to them when she had been so dear to someone else?


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Chapter 4 Camille woke to fighting. “Bloody hell, Mortimer! You broke the rules!” “How so? She came to my room.” He lay beside her, and she could feel his stiff cock against her side. “I don’t believe that.” Titus scowled. “I–I did, but I didn’t mean to. I was trying to leave.” Knoll gave her a sympathetic look, his black hair ruffled. “I see.” Titus’s voice was cold, and she realized he was jealous. “So, there was no preference for Mortimer’s bed involved. He forced the issue.” She yawned. “Did you?” Titus bit the words out, his jaw taut. “No. I promised not to, but I did get my cock sucked.” Mortimer pressed against Camille in bed with his engorged prick, and she wanted to laugh, knowing he did it on purpose. “Good for you. I imagine there will be plenty of that to go around.” Titus’s voice shook with anger. “Look, I can’t help it you’re in love with the pretty slut.” Mortimer pressed into her thigh with his cock, and she shifted closer to him. Titus turned red with fury. Camille sat up in bed. “That’s enough bickering. I’ve agreed to marry Titus. As my husband in the eyes of God and the church, I think he has the most say.” She turned to Mortimer. “Don’t you?” She enjoyed the look of panic on his face. “No, no, I...” “We’re equals in this. He’s just the one who saw you first and wanted to be married.” Knoll gazed into her eyes, and she sensed his

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seriousness. “Wonderful. Then claim your equality, and quit fighting over me. I, for one, am going to have breakfast, and then I’m leaving. I have a wedding to get ready for in a week, correct?” She flounced out of bed and stretched, taking her time to give them all a good look at her body. “Yes. In a week. My carriage will come for you, and we’ll be married here in the castle before a very small audience.” Titus brushed her ass as she walked by. “I’ll see you then.” Camille walked out, finding her room somehow in the daylight. She gathered her things, dressed, and went calmly down to breakfast. This will be mine. She marveled at the spacious dining room with gleaming mahogany throughout. Camille ate in a rush, ready to get back home and break the news to her mother. She’ll be so happy. But is it worth it? Her body jolted with memories of the night before and all three Tremonts pleasuring her. She squirmed in her chair. One week until I’m theirs, she thought as she walked out the front door. The Tremonts left her alone, and she appreciated how they had gauged her mood. Camille wanted to think in the limited time she had left to herself before she became wife to a powerful man...and his brothers. **** Her journey home took eons, at least in Camille’s mind. When she walked in the door, her mother met her, expectation in her eyes. She knew something was going to happen to me while I was there. “Mother, I’m to be married a week from today to Titus Tremont.” Camille pasted a big smile on her face and embraced her mother. She realized the other woman was sobbing. “Does the news make you unhappy?” Camille looked at her face, worried.


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“No. Just the opposite. I’m delighted for you, my dear. It’s more than I could have ever dreamed!” “Good. I’m so glad.” Camille squeezed her mother’s hands. “And everything is settled, then?” Ada gave her a worried look. Camille nodded, her heart squeezing in her throat at the lie. Her mother closed her eyes, tears slipping under the lids. “Thank heavens.” She opened her eyes. “Now, let’s summon the seamstress to make your dress. You can have anything you want, dear.” Camille smiled, her heart heavy. **** Her wedding day dawned bright and breezy, and Titus Tremont had agreed her mother and a few other close friends could attend the ceremony in the chapel at Tremont Hall. Sunlight spilled through grandiose stained glass windows, falling in red, blue, and yellow patches. Camille gazed at the shepherd and his sheep and prayed a silent prayer that all would be well, though she didn’t see how it could be. Even more disturbing than the unholy alliance she was choosing was the secret the Tremonts didn’t know. It was only a matter of time before they would find out, and the future would be at risk. Titus lifted her filmy veil, kissing her with a light peck. Anyone watching would have thought it was circumspect and sweet. Camille stifled a laugh at the thought of what she had already done with this man, now her husband, and his two brothers. They had a lavish reception, and Titus steered her around the room, the warm pressure of his hand on the small of her back making her think of her night with him and the others just a week before. Her breath quickened as Titus whispered in her ear, “Just a few more minutes now, sweet bride, and you’re mine.” Finally the wedding party left. Titus turned to her. “We’ll be up to see you shortly. Don’t take off that exquisite dress, princess. Please go into the master bedroom chamber. The door is

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open, and it’s just off the stairs.” Mortimer smirked, and Knoll tilted his head, staring at her. Camille said nothing, not trusting herself to speak. She glided up the stairs as if in a dream. The chamber was imposing with marble and gold everywhere. Even the bedspread had a gossamer spun look to it and a dramatic canopy and curtain. It was also strewn with white rose petals, and Camille’s breath caught at the romantic sentiment. Camille looked into the standing mirror and wondered how many other Tremont brides had done the same. But none like me, bride to three brothers and harboring a secret that could destroy my future and theirs. She admired the rosettes on her dress as well as her ample cleavage, highlighted by an expensive corset. A pearl necklace of her grandmother’s adorned her neck, and her hair flowed down her back as requested by Titus. Camille was laced so tightly, she wasn’t sure she could sit comfortably, but she tried, taking her slippers off and sighing. A knock sounded on the door. “Come in.” Her voice quavered with fear and desire. “Our sweet bride,” Knoll whispered. “Yes.” Mortimer hissed. Titus took her hand and pulled her off the bed. Her head spun, and Camille realized she wanted them more than she wanted to resist. “Let’s get you out of this dress. You’re a vision, everything I imagined you would be on our wedding day.” He moved behind her, and she felt his fingers at the row of buttons. “Some help, brothers?” Knoll and Mortimer joined him, Mortimer’s hand on her waist as he worked on the buttons. Finally, the dress loosened, and Camille felt lips hot on her neck. She wasn’t sure which man kissed her, tracing fire over her back. She moaned in pleasure. “Go to the bed and lean over it.” Titus’s voice shook with lust. Camille’s breath came faster. She wouldn’t be able to see the men behind her. She braced herself against the bed, leaning over. Hands


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slid under her dress, throwing it up and pulling her tights down with ferocity. “Look at her bottom. It’s incredible.” She recognized Mortimer’s voice. “My perfect bride. I’m so happy.” Gentle hands pulled her beaded, silky underpants down. “Sweet heavens,” Knoll whispered. “And you’re all ours,” Titus said as Camille felt warm hands on her backside, then lips kissing and sucking her globes. She sighed, her pussy growing wet. Camille squirmed, wanting to be touched. “Since you’re my bride, I’m going to consummate the marriage first.” Titus’s voice was hoarse and brooked no argument. Camille nodded, looking over her shoulder as he slid his breeches down and ripped off his waistcoat and shirt. His blond hair gleamed in the last rays of day that spilled through the window, falling on his thick cock as it rose against his stomach. He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine. She felt his rigid cock against her bottom, pressing into her. Camille whimpered with desire. “That’s all for you, Camille. I’ve been holding out for days and nights since you were here, wanting to spill my seed every night with dreams of your breasts and your pussy spread before me.” “Bend over the bed further so we can see your sweet pussy, Camille.” Knoll spoke, his voice quiet as usual. Camille spread out against the bed, her stomach and cheek flat. She heard Mortimer suck in his breath. “Hurry up, Titus. I’m not going to be able to hold out, looking at her.” A rustling of clothes ensued as she felt Titus’s fingers inside her pussy, probing deeply. “How does that feel, sweet bride? Is it enough?” He rubbed around her clit until it became swollen and painful. “No,” Camille whispered, her eyes closed. “What else do you want? Tell me. I want to hear it.” “Your cock inside me.”

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“Do you now? I think I can oblige.” He spread her pussy wide, and Camille groaned loudly as he slid into her, hot and thick, penetrating her deeply due to the angle and his length. “How do you like your first cock?” Titus whispered, and Camille felt the softness of his pubic thatch against her ass. “I do like it very much,” she murmured, her face turning red. “I want to hear it a bit louder, or I’ll have to take it back.” Titus slid out of her, and she whimpered. “I like it. I want you to fill my pussy.” “I’m glad to hear it, princess.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed into her, making her gasp as he hit her cervix. He rubbed her swollen clit lazily. “I think I’m going to come first, and you can wait. I want you to really enjoy me and my brothers. How’s that sound?” “As you wish.” Camille closed her eyes in ecstasy as he slid in and out of her, his hand on her hips as he thrust. “We will take care of you as well, my queen.” Titus pounded into her, and she moaned with her arousal, aching for release as she knew his orgasm was near. “I’m going to come in this sweet pussy, claiming it for my own.” He slammed into her, gripping her hips and shouting as warm liquid burst inside her and ran down her thighs. Titus leaned over her and kissed her cheek. “I can’t wait anymore.” Mortimer’s voice came to her, rough in her ear as he flipped her over on the bed. Camille gasped at the ferocity in his eyes. “Well, I can’t either, brother.”


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Chapter 5 Camille swallowed hard, Knoll coming to stand by the bed. “Then we both take her. I get her pussy and you can have her other sweet hole, if that’s agreeable to you.” Knoll nodded, his eyes burning with desire. “Yes.” “In that case, darling, you’re going to have to ride my cock.” Camille blushed, not sure what he meant. “I–I don’t understand.” “You will. I’m a good teacher, and so is Knoll.” He laughed as they put her on the ground, pulling her dress off and letting it slip to the floor. They unlaced her corset, and she breathed out, relieved. Her breasts sprang free, instantly erect with the air hitting them, and Mortimer licked his lips. Mortimer lay on the bed, his thick, tanned cock tall against his stomach. “Titus, did you bring the butter?” “Yes. It’s in the jar.” “Good, we’ll need it in a few minutes.” Camille’s heart thrummed, anxiety running through her. “Come, my sweet slut. Sit on my cock.” He motioned toward his rigid shaft. She hesitated. “I’ll teach you. You’ll do perfectly.” Camille knelt over him, aware the other two were watching. Mortimer pointed his cock upward. “Just sit down on my cock, and you can ride it.” His black eyes danced. Camille lowered herself on to him, and he swore as her pussy closed around him. She gasped at the depth he penetrated her to. “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. That’s a good thing

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because we’re going to wear it out.” Mortimer sat inside her for a minute, grabbing her hips with his rough hands. “All you need to do now is move up and down on my cock.” Camille shifted, lifting herself up a bit. Mortimer grunted. “Oh, your pussy is hot.” She sank back down on him, moving slowly. “Stop. If you don’t, I’m going to explode, and I don’t want to yet.” “Knoll, come join us. Bring the butter with you.” Camille looked over her shoulder, wondering what they needed butter for. “Just relax, princess. We’ll make you comfortable.” Camille ground her hips into his, and he groaned. A cold, wet sensation on her bottom drew an ooh from her lips. Knoll rubbed the butter into the tight hole, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “That will make it feel good,” Knoll whispered as he mounted the bed behind her. He lifted her ass up in the air, making Knoll curse softly with the pressure. Camille hissed as she felt Knoll’s finger slip into her hole. No man had ever touched her like that. He slid it in and out. “How does that feel?” “Not sure.” Her face flamed. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed with us. We’re your mates.” Mortimer looked into her eyes and Camille wondered if he really felt what his eyes expressed, that he cared for her. He only lusts after me. Her mind came back to the task at hand when she felt another finger slip inside her, and she knew Knoll was stretching her passage. “I want to get you nice and ready for me.” Camille said nothing, wondering if it would hurt terribly. Mortimer stroked her breasts, squeezing her nipples. “You have the finest breasts I’ve ever seen.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him, ducking her head, unable to look into his intense gaze. “I think you’re ready now. I can’t wait to feel you, Camille.” Knoll’s voice was like a prayer, and Camille was touched at how


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gentle he was with her. If any man was going to enter her there for the first time, she would have chosen him. Camille moaned as the tip of his cock entered her. He stretched her cheeks wide and slid in a bit more, stopping to let her get used to it. “How’s that?” “Fine, so far.” She was bent over so far Mortimer had taken her breasts in his mouth and sucked them, sending tingles through her. Knoll slid into her all the way, resting inside her. “Camille, you feel fantastic.” His voice broke. She moaned, the sensation of fullness in her holes and Mortimer’s mouth on her breasts putting her on edge again. Perhaps people thought the act of love with several men was immoral because it felt so delicious. Knoll slid out and pushed back inside her, his hands warm on her hips. Mortimer found the rhythm and pulled Camille up and down on his cock. “Oh, yes, take that cock,” he whispered, nipping her breasts at each pass. His fingers worked at her clit, and Camille whimpered, her body begging for release. “I’m going to come, Camille,” Knoll said, groaning. “Oh, yes.” Knoll clenched her hips, and his warm seed spurted into her hole. He pushed as deeply as he could into her, making her cry out. “This slut’s learning how to take it now,” Mortimer said, pulling her lower on his cock. Camille didn’t know whether to enjoy or dislike his references to her, but that was his style. Or was it? Maybe he really did think of her as a slut. Knoll slid out of her, wet seed flowing down her quivering thighs. He leaned over her for a moment, kissing her back. “You are so lovely, my Camille.” She moaned in response, her passion building as Mortimer drove harder into her with his cock, filling her pussy. He grabbed her ass. “Are you ready to come? Come for me.” Camille needed little instruction, hovering on the edge as she had been. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her shout and tears spring into her eyes with its

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force. Mortimer bucked and yelled as he spilled into her. He pushed into her one last time, his chest heaving with the exertion of it. Then he rolled her over on to her back. “I’m so glad we married you.” Camille still hadn’t caught her breath, and she didn’t know what to say. Titus slipped in bed beside them. “You’re perfect.” “Thank you.” Heat coursed through Camille’s body. If they only knew... She wondered how long she would be able to keep her secret. “Sleep now, princess,” Titus whispered, kissing her lips. Mortimer kissed her cheek, and Knoll caressed her back. Feeling the exertions of the afternoon and evening, Camille slept.


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Chapter 6 Morning light broke through her window, and Camille stumbled out of bed, retching. The bed was empty beside her, and she wondered where Titus had slept. She knew there was probably another chamber for him to sleep in and that husbands and wives only shared beds sometimes. Though the beds here in the Hall were large, most were not elsewhere. Camille grabbed the chamber pot from under her bed and vomited into it twice. Relief flooded through her that Titus was not there. Groaning, she lay back in bed and pulled the rope by it. A pert, young maid came to the room, curtsying. “My lady, I’m to be your lady’s maid. Anything you need, you call on me. My name is Brilla.” “Thank you, Brilla,” Camille whispered, her voice coming out as a croak. “My lady, are you ill?” “No, but I need some water and bread at least for breakfast. No eggs or heavy food.” The thought of a large breakfast made her stomach turn over again. “Yes, my lady.” Brilla’s large, blue eyes searched her face, and Camille figured the woman suspected. Women always did. Camille crawled back into bed, feeling clammy and out of sorts. Brilla returned within minutes with a tray of dry toast, tea, and fruit. “Thank you so much. This is fabulous.” Camille smiled, tears in her eyes at finding her lady’s maid so competent and kind. It was good to have a friend, or at least someone who would watch over her in this house. “Would you like to dress, my lady?”

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“Come back in a few minutes.” Camille reveled in the silence as she forced toast and tea down. She felt marginally better after eating. “Miss?” Brilla poked her head in the room. “Yes, I’m ready.” “My lady, you have a seamstress coming in to measure you this morning since there wasn’t ample time before the wedding. The few things Lord Tremont purchased for you are in the armoire.” “Oh. Any sack dress will do.” Camille’s heart pounded in her chest. A seamstress will know. Brilla chose a soft pink sack dress with romantic beading about the neckline. “I’ll leave the corsets off today if you don’t mind,” Camille told Brilla, trying to sound offhand. “Certainly, my lady.” The dress free of corsets was a relief, and Camille relaxed as Brilla fixed her hair half-up and half-down, winding fresh flowers through it. “I picked them this morning. I thought you might fancy them.” “Thank you, Brilla. How thoughtful. I do.” A knock sounded on the door, and a boldly dressed older woman came in. “Ma chérie. You are the bride, no?” “Yes, I am.” Despite her nervousness about the woman seeing her body, Camille felt a flush of pride at being able to answer so. “Ah, you are a pretty one.” The woman swooped around her, looking at her from every angle. “Let’s get this dress off and measure you.” She motioned toward Brilla, who helped remove the dress. “Brilla, that will be all.” Camille didn’t want her maid in the room when the other woman commented. “I am Helga, by the way.” “I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Camille.” The woman drew the tape measure along inseams and arms, clucking and nodding. “Pinks, purples, and summery hues will make you look like a garden flower.”


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Camille smiled at the thought. Helga stopped as she measured Camille’s waistline. She frowned, looking Camille in the eyes. “Oh, you will need to have some room here, no?” “Yes.” Camille looked away. “Chérie, don’t cry. It is a blessing. All will be well.” The woman squeezed her hand, and tears flowed. “Thank you.” The rest of the session passed in silence, but Camille’s heart weighed heavy in her chest. “You shall have a mountain of lovely gowns, pelisses, and more.” The woman kissed her cheek, and Camille nearly cried again. “Thank you.” “No. Thank His Grace.” The woman smiled at her. “Yes.” Camille sank down on the bed after Helga had gone. If only I had found the Tremonts a few months sooner... **** Titus poked his head into the room after knocking. “Do you fancy a ride this morning?” “I, well, I’m feeling a bit ill.” Camille felt sick to her stomach again at the thought of a ride. It wouldn’t be good for her for several reasons. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that, princess.” Titus sat down beside her, putting his arms around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing him in. “You should ride and enjoy yourself.” “I don’t know. I think I’d rather spend the morning with my bride.” He stroked her hair, saying nothing for a moment, and Camille realized she felt safe with him and wanted. She had only once felt that way with a man, and it had been all too fleeting and tragic. “I want to go back to bed with you.” His low spoken words made Camille’s pulse race. She traced the blue veins in his wrist where his

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cuffs rode up. “Oh, really?” “I promise I won’t wear you out. I just want to love you. You’ve made me the happiest man in London.” “And your brothers?” Camille's heart flooded with warmth in spite of herself at his words and the earnest look in his eyes. “They are fond of you, too.” He looked troubled, but Camille wasn’t sure why. “But you love me?” Her breath caught in her throat. “Yes, I do. I’ve loved you since the second time I saw you in the streets of London. You didn’t see me, I’m sure.” “No, I don’t think I did.” Camille surrendered to the feeling of being held against him. Titus unbuttoned her gown, stroking her hair in turns. He massaged her neck, working his hands down her back as she moaned with pleasure. “Does that feel nice, love?” “Yes, perfect.” “This is much better than a ride by horse anyway.” He chuckled under his breath, and her face flamed at the thought of the night before. Her gown slipped off her shoulders, and he hoisted her up, pulling it down. He showered her neck and back with kisses, and Camille felt his hard cock against her bottom. She arched toward his mouth. “I’m glad to have you to myself,” he murmured against her neck, biting her softly. “It is nice.” “Can you love all of us? Of course, I wish you to love me most.” He laughed, spinning her around to face him. Titus pressed his lips to hers, nipping at the bottom one playfully. “I don’t know if I can. As I told you, I’m your wife, but love wasn’t part of it.” He touched her nipples, tweaking them and sending fire through her veins. “It will be. My goal is to make you love me.” He put his mouth to


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her breast, sucking it and rubbing the other one with soft hands. “Titus,” she whispered, giving in to him. “Ah, I love that sound, darling. I think you shall come to love me in time. For now, wanting me in your bed is enough, and you do want me in your bed, don’t you?” She nodded as he picked her up and swung her on the bed. He lay beside her in no hurry, lazily stroking her body. “You have such a pleasing shape, Camille, not too thin.” She squirmed at his words. “Thank you.” He moved his hand over her mons, and she gasped as he swirled her clit in his fingers. “I’ve been wanting to touch you so badly. I stayed up last night thinking about your cunt.” She arched a brow at him, laughing. “What is it?” “Your words. They sound so coarse coming from you. You’re so tender, as is Knoll. It’s Mortimer who is filthy.” He frowned, plunging two fingers inside her and making her moan. “And do you like filth?” “I like each of you.” Camille told the truth. “Good. For now, I want you to like me best.” He rubbed her clit and slid his fingers in and out as her breath turned into gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, thrashing at his touch. Her nipples were engorged, painful in her arousal. “I am your husband, after all.” “I know.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “You rescued me. I’ll always remember that, and I hope you will, too.” She gave him a serious look. Titus raised his eyebrows. “What’s this seriousness? Of course I’ll remember. I’ll never take you for granted. I had to have you.” He brought her to the edge of orgasm as the door opened. “Having fun without me?” Knoll asked, his lips curled in a smile.

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Chapter 7 “Come join us.” Camille held out her hand toward him, her cunt throbbing with arousal at the sight of the man who had so sweetly penetrated her other hole the night before. “Thank you. I will.” He shucked his white shirt, waistcoat, and breeches, his cock springing up against his stomach. Camille smiled, licking her lips. She surprised herself for a moment with the action but realized she was having fun and starting to trust these men—her mates. “I think I’ll take you up on that.” Knoll put his cock to her lips, prying them open amid her teasing. “I’m going to enjoy watching you suck my brother.” Titus increased his pressure on her nub, bringing her to the edge of orgasm once again. He stroked his long cock with his other hand, watching her with his brother’s prick in her mouth. Camille shouted in orgasm as Knoll pushed his cock all the way into her mouth. “Yes, come with my prick in your sweet, wet hole.” Knoll threw his head back as she pleasured him, his black hair shining in the sunlight through the window. Camille shuddered and trembled as Titus slowed his fingers on her cunt. “I’d like to come on your pretty face while my brother comes in your mouth, princess. Are you amenable to that proposal?” Camille nodded. “Very much so.” She moaned, her mouth full of Knoll’s cock. He grasped her tit in one hand, massaging it and stroking his cock with the other. Knoll penetrated her mouth deeply, pushing all the way to her throat until Camille thought she would gag. Her enjoyment of it


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showed as she closed her eyes and moaned. “Yes, suck my brother’s cock, sweet wife,” Titus whispered, not taking his eyes off her as he pulled faster on his engorged member. Camille moaned, her cunt tingling with arousal again. Knoll grasped her shoulders, shuddering in orgasm. Camille swallowed down the hot liquid, groaning as she did so. “Camille, you know how to make a cock happy.” Knoll kissed her, probing her mouth where his salty semen lay. He knelt down beside her on the bed, playing with her breast and cunt as Titus grunted with effort. “Bloody hell, that was sexy, Camille. I’m going to come.” He moved up toward her and put his cock right over her face, milky white semen spurting all over her eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. Camille licked the cum off her lips with a pink tongue. “Yes, lick it all off, princess.” Titus hissed. He moved his hand to her face, rubbing his jizz into her cheeks and pushing more of it into her mouth. “Ummm.” Camille whimpered. “Yes, I want you to bathe in it, sweet wife. I’m marking you with my cum.” “Yes,” she whispered, her face growing warm with embarrassment at the things she had done and enjoyed. Camille wondered if all women enjoyed such things with men. “I adore you.” “As do I,” Knoll chimed in. The three of them lay together, their breathing slowing. “And why wasn’t I invited?” Mortimer’s voice boomed in the doorway, making all three of them jump. “You were not uninvited, brother,” Titus said, stroking Camille’s cheek. “I’m inviting myself now.” He took his clothes off, his thick, hard dick springing out of his black breeches. His dark eyes burned into Camille’s.

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“Come to the end of the bed, wench, and suck my cock. I know you’ve already had a mouthful and a cunt full from my brothers.” Camille sat up, heart pounding with excitement. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of sucking Mortimer’s cock while his brothers watched, and she thought back to her first night in the house when they had spent time alone. She scooted to the end of the bed, legs folded under her bottom. Camille grasped Mortimer’s warm, stiff dick in her hands. “Oh, that feels heavenly.” He ran his fingers roughly through her hair. Camille put her lips around the head of his tanned cock, and he fondled her breasts. One of the other brothers moaned behind her, and she knew she must make a pretty picture with her bottom tilted in the air as she worked on Mortimer’s shaft. Mortimer tweaked her nipple as she took his cock in her mouth all the way. “Mmm.” She moaned, reveling in his musky scent and his fingers on her nipples. “You know how to suck a cock, slut. I knew I was going to love your mouth the day I saw you, and you haven’t proven me wrong.” Camille tilted her face to look at him, and he groaned, pushing his cock deeper in her throat until she wondered if she might gag on it. She grew wet as she saw his pleasure and gasped when she felt a finger flick through her own moisture from behind. “Yes, do that again,” Camille whispered, taking her mouth off Mortimer’s prick for a moment. He stroked her face, sighing. “Don’t stop, my cock slave. Suck me.” She took him in her mouth again, and he stroked his cock from the base up, pushing the head and first few inches into her mouth. “I’m going to blow inside that pretty mouth of yours. I love how you suck my cock.” “I know you do.” Camille moaned as more fingers slid inside her wetness, and another one slid into her third hole, filling all of her. Fingers massaged her button, and she recognized them as Titus’s. I


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love what he does to me and what all three of them do to me, though they are so different... The thought went through Camille’s mind even as Mortimer stiffened and shouted, cum spurting into her mouth. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed the warm, thick liquid down, moaning. Mortimer kissed her head, tweaking her nipples again. “If I had known Titus’s marriage would mean this kind of cock sucking, I’d have urged him to marry years ago.” They all laughed. “Do you still want to leave, princess?” Titus’s voice was soft as she lay on his shoulder, and he rubbed her stomach and hips, sending waves of pleasure through her. “No. No, I don’t.” **** The days passed into a couple weeks gone. All three brothers had to leave on business a few days after the marriage, and Camille found her body and spirit yearning for their return. She also noticed her secret was growing ever more obvious despite the roomy dresses she wore. “When they see me, they will know.” Her nipples were also turning darker. The evening before the brothers were due to return, she had a dream about Matthew. It was when they had lain together in the quiet of his bedroom five months ago, before his death in a fire in the small house he and his parents lived in down the street from hers. They had met at the market one day, and passion flamed inside them both. Matthew’s sweet face and curly brown hair were still the same in her dream, not charred by fire. She woke up in the middle of an orgasm like she had had their one afternoon together before he had died. “We were going to marry,” she whispered to no one as she lay in bed alone, the pink stripes of dawn announcing morning. Instead, she had fallen pregnant and learned a month after Matthew’s death of her situation. Her mother’s sole obsession had been marrying her off.

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“And how well that worked out.” She said the words as she sat up in bed, no longer able to sleep. As Brilla dressed her for the day in a gauzy, lavender confection with matching flowers in her hair and no corset, worry bubbled inside her stomach. Titus, her dear husband, would return today along with his brothers. She had fallen in love, but Camille had no idea what they would do when they learned her secret. “Are you feeling quite well, my lady?” Brilla’s eyes showed her worry. Camille had confided her secret just a day before, knowing Brilla could see she was with child. “No.” “All will be well, my lady. I just know it. The Duke is a good man.” She squeezed Camille’s shoulder, and Camille closed her eyes, hot tears slipping down her cheeks.


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Chapter 8 A few hours later, the closed carriage rolled up outside, and Camille ran from the window and onto the lawn. The servants were watching, so she controlled herself, hugging and kissing Titus passionately. She felt his erection pressing against her stomach. “I want you right now,” he whispered in her ear, nipping it in passion. “Me, too.” Knoll and Mortimer greeted her sedately, kissing her hand, but their eyes burned with lust, and Camille’s knees trembled. “Are you hungry, my dear?” she asked, her arm in Titus’s as they walked into the house. “No. Let’s go to bed.” Camille wasn’t sure if the servants knew what was going on, but Titus had told her even if they suspected, they were paid so well they would be discreet. The two of them mounted the stairs, knowing they would be followed by Knoll and Mortimer soon enough, when the looks of the whole thing weren’t so obvious to anyone who might be watching. “Oh, my sweet, I’ve missed you. I’m aching for you.” Titus groaned into her hair as he closed the door of her chamber. He turned her around, pushing her against the bed and hiking up her dress with a grunt. Camille moaned, pushing herself against him as he held her hips, letting his breeches fall, not bothering to take them off. His cock was so hard it hurt against her bottom. “What do you want from me, pet?” he asked, his mouth hot on her ear. “I want you inside me now.” Camille’s voice shook with her need. Her cunt dripped with her arousal.

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“I can’t wait.” Titus thrust into her and she whimpered as his cock drove deep. He grunted as he pushed in and out of her, taking his own pleasure with little mind to hers. It only made her the more aroused, her nipples pressing against her dress and the bed, painful in their erectness. He slammed into her cunt one last time, shouting as he came. Camille moaned, her nub aching with need. **** Mortimer pounded up the stairs, his cock aching and full against his trousers. All he could think about was exploding inside one of Camille’s sweet holes. He had masturbated twice while away, thinking of Camille’s pink pussy and soft lips. Even more than that, he thought of Camille herself—of her laughter and kindness to him. She was perfection in human form or as close as he had seen to it. He couldn’t help himself from gratifying his lust while away from her, though he had wanted to wait and spend his efforts on the woman herself. He walked in to Titus’s shout of orgasm. “I’ll take over here, brother.” He grinned as Titus slid out of Camille, moaning. He heard the door open, and Knoll stood right behind him. “I’ll be glad to assist.” “I want to see you naked, Camille. All I’ve thought about since I’ve been gone every night is your perfect breasts and your slick cunt.” He helped Camille off the bed, reveling in the feel of her body in his arms. His cock pulsed with a pleasure that was almost pain as he pulled her dress over her head, gasping at the sight of her naked bottom and slender back. He thought he was imagining that her hips looked even more luscious, a bit fuller, than they had just a few weeks ago. “I need you.” He pushed her onto her back near the edge of the bed, lifting her legs. She moaned, staring into his eyes, which only made him more crazy with want. He had a moment of knowing when


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he looked at her stomach, obviously rounder than it had been recently. She’s pregnant. The thought stopped him for only a moment. If she is, I don’t care. And he realized he didn’t. He would have to talk with her about it, of course, and with his brothers, but he was mad about her no matter what. “I have dreamed of your cunt every night while I was away.” Knoll moved on to the bed, lying beside her and kissing her as Camille groaned. His hands worked at her pink, erect nipples, teasing and twisting them. Mortimer laughed when he saw his brother had brought butter into the room until he took some off the crystal plate and rubbed it on her chest, between her breasts. Mortimer’s cock hardened further, and he moaned with the near pain of it as he nudged it to the entrance of her moist sex. The sight of Camille’s slick breasts and how she let them all use her body for pleasure threatened to push him to the brink. “Cook is going to wonder where all the butter goes.” Titus laughed, smoothing Camille’s hair with his hands as he sat on the bed near her head. Knoll rolled over toward Camille and straddled her stomach. **** Camille wondered what Knoll had planned. She sighed as the head of Mortimer’s cock nudged her cunt. “Mortimer...” she whispered, urging him on. “I’m getting there, you cock hungry wench.” He picked her legs up, putting them around his stomach as he buried his dick inside her and she whimpered. “Is that what you wanted while I was gone?” “Yes.” Camille clutched at the sheets. Knoll leaned over her, sliding his cock into the buttered, tight space between Camille’s tits. She closed her eyes, finally understanding what he might do. Mortimer plunged in and out of her as he grunted.

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“Sweet slut, your hole is so tight, it’s incredible.” “I think it's just your large cock.” The pressure of his cock against her button made tingles go down her thighs, and she felt herself on the edge of paradise. Knoll slid his hard, long cock along the crevice between her two breasts, squeezing them as he went. “Oh, your breasts are sweet. I’ve wanted to do this all week. It kept me up at night fantasizing, Camille.” “It feels very nice,” Camille murmured, the friction pleasurable, her breasts tingling as was her cunt. “I’m going to come in your cunt. I can’t hold back any longer.” Mortimer slid his fingers along her button as he pushed deeper inside her. His shout of release sent Camille spiraling into her own orgasm, the pulses of pleasure clenching inside her cunt. Mortimer gently put her legs down, breathing hard. He smacked her on the thigh. “You have the nicest cunt I’ve ever been in.” “Thank you, Mortimer.” Camille rolled her eyes at the statement, figuring he had been in a few. Knoll caught her eyes and tweaked her nipple, grinning as he shifted and slid his cock along her breasts as he squeezed them tightly around it. Camille saw a single drop like a tear hanging off his cock, and she tried to lick it, making Knoll shudder with pleasure. Mortimer lay beside them, watching and playing with himself lazily. Titus remained near Camille’s head, tousling her hair and rubbing his renewed erection. Knoll moaned with pleasure. “I’m going to come, Camille. Where do you want it?” “On my breasts.” Camille rubbed his back lightly as he worked between her tits, his cock demanding her attention. Knoll groaned at her words, pushing up and holding his cock in his hand as his hot seed spilled out on her perfect breasts. He rubbed the cum onto her pink, pointed nipples as Camille moaned. “I love how you take my seed anywhere on your body.” “I love it when you come on me.” Camille purred, rising to kiss Knoll’s mouth. “It’s so good to come home to you,” Knoll said, touching her


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cheek. “I’ve missed you all so much.” Tears filled her eyes as she realized the truth of her statement. “So we’ve won you over?” Titus’s tone was mocking. “Yes, yes you have.” “Good. Because you weren’t leaving us anyway. You aren’t leaving us no matter what.” Mortimer stared into her eyes, his black eyes hard and knowing. Camille gasped as realization flooded her that he knew her secret. She thought it was obvious to anyone who looked at her body with a critical eye. “I’m not. I’m yours.” They talked and cuddled some more, but worry about what Mortimer knew niggled at the back of her mind. Would he use it against her somehow? The three men took their leave to eat lunch, ravenous after their romp with Camille. She sighed in some relief, knowing they would likely eat and take naps after their long journey. Camille slipped on a silken chemise and climbed back into bed, still not feeling well, though she was happy her men were home. She pulled the rope, and Brilla brought lunch up to her on a tray. As she finished her last bite of her cold beef, her stomach feeling better, the door swung open. Mortimer hadn’t bothered to knock.

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Chapter 9 “Hungry, are we?” “Not now.” Camille smiled, hoping to disarm him as she let the strap of her chemise fall on her shoulder. “We must talk, Camille.” He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her tray and putting it on the nightstand. “Why?” “Because I know about you.” “What do you know?” She clutched the covers, hoping he didn’t know, that somehow his knowing look had been about something else. “You know. You’re with child.” Camille just stared at him, saying nothing. He moved next to her on the bed, seizing her violently by the shoulders. “Tell me whether it is true!” Tears pooled in her eyes. “It is, but please, please...” “Don’t tell my brothers?” His laugh was hard. “Yes,” she whispered as his grip grew gentler around her arms. “Don’t worry. I won’t. Not yet. They can figure it out for themselves in a few weeks. Would that make you happy?” “Yes. Yes, thank you, Mortimer. It would give me time to break the news myself.” She squeezed his hand in her joy. “Whose is it?” The question was like a slap. “His name was Matthew. We were in love. He died in a fire before I knew...” “I’m sorry.” He touched her face. Then his expression grew hard, and a sly look played about his eyes.


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“You do know this silence won’t be free, don’t you?” “What do you mean?” Camille let go of his hand as if it were a snake. “I mean, if I’m to remain silent, it must buy extra time with you doing things I want to do but that the others might not like as much.” He snaked his hands under the sheets, rubbing her thighs under the chemise. She closed her eyes, shivering with pleasure and arousal. “What things?” “You shall see. I plan to make sure my brothers are out tonight. They have business to attend to. They will think I’m out also, but I plan to have you as mine here in this chamber all night.” He moved his hand up her thigh, and she caught her breath as his touch of her clit with a gentle stroke electrified her. “I’m not sure...” “It’s too late now. I promise, it will be a learning experience.” He pushed his fingers against her clit, and she whimpered. “That is, if you can wait until tonight, my cock-loving wench.” Camille moaned, turned on by such dirty words she had never imagined would be anything but appalling to her. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. Camille licked her lips at the sight of his erection against his breeches. “Not now, my minx. I’ll come to you later after my brothers are gone.” She didn’t say anything as the door closed behind him. “What have I done?” Camille whispered, her heart slamming in her chest. **** Titus came to her in the garden later that afternoon, kissing her. “I and Knoll have been called away on business tonight some miles away, and Mortimer plans to carouse at the opera. Will you be all right alone this evening? I hate to leave you after we’ve only just returned to Tremont Hall.”

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Camille smiled at him, kissing his palm. “I will be fine. I hope your business goes smoothly and brings you back to me soon.” “It will be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest before we’ll return. Until then...” He stopped. “What is it?” Camille’s heart sped up as she admired his blond curls in the fading light of day. “I love you. I do, and I want you to know that.” Camille’s heart fluttered in a sort of agony at her secret and ecstasy at the feelings the words evoked. “I—” “You don’t have to return my feelings.” “But I think I do. I care deeply for you, Titus.” She returned his kiss, pressing against his lower body, reveling in the feel of his stalk against her sack gown. “Camille, you drive me wild.” He took a ragged breath. “I must go in a little while, so I have to pack a valise.” He squeezed her hands. “Have a safe journey.” She brushed his erection with her hand, making him groan. “Camille...please.” “Please what?” She took his hand and led him behind one of the tall, manicured hedges in the garden. She pushed him against the hedge and rubbed against his cock with her hand. “Camille, oh, Camille.” She wrestled his breeches down, kneeling in front of him. “Oh, sweet girl, the things you do to me.” His long cock sprang up in front of her face, and she took the head in her mouth, smiling up at him. “Don’t stop.” He pushed his fingers through her hair, pulling it out of the elaborate style Brilla had fixed after lunch. “I won’t.” She took the rest of his engorged member in her mouth, teasing him with her tongue and moaning as she cupped his balls in


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her hands. Camille sucked and stroked in rhythm as he gripped her hair. “I’m going to come. I can’t take it anymore.” Hot jizz spilled out of him, and Camille swallowed it down. She secured him back into the breeches and stood up. “That was goodbye.” She kissed him, making him taste his own saltiness. “I never want to leave you.” He gazed into her eyes, caressing her cheek. “Then come back soon.” They walked back to the house together. **** Camille ate dinner alone, knowing Mortimer had left the Hall as part of his ruse. She retired to her room, choosing a lacy, white chemise to wear to bed. Her hair cascaded down her neck in ringlets. She picked up a book of poetry from the bookshelf in the bedroom, but she could hardly keep her mind upon nymphs and lovers of the poetic sort. Camille grew wet thinking about Mortimer’s thick, huge cock, bigger than any man’s she had seen. She touched herself under the sheets as she heard a knock on the door. Mortimer stood before her, stark naked. “Oh my...” “Do you like me au naturel?” He turned for her, showing her his strong, muscle-bound body. He had something in his hand, but she couldn’t see what. He put it on the dresser away from her. “Yes,” Camille whispered, feeling shy with him. His body overwhelmed and intimidated her. “Good. I want only to please my little wench.” His cock rose to half mast as she pulled the sheets down so he could see her chemise. “So sexy you are, and a bad girl, too.” “I suppose I am, but it's your fault.” Camille closed her eyes, wondering what he had planned for her.

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“Lie back and relax.” She felt him climb onto the bed, and heat invaded her body at the thought of him beside her. She felt him grab her wrists. He tied them with something silky to the bedposts. Camille whimpered, frightened a bit but already slippery between her legs. “That sweet pussy is all mine, and I’m going to show you who your master is tonight. Say my name, slut.” “Mortimer.” Her voice shook. “That’s right.” She felt hands rip into her chemise, tearing it at the bodice as she gasped at the violence. “Please...” “I’m not going to hurt you.” The sensation of being tied and helpless was a new one to her, and Camille swallowed, nervous. “I trust you.” And she realized she did. “Good.” His lips were on her nipples as he straddled her, the heat of his body resting on top of her. “I’ve been wanting to get between your tits since I saw Knoll do it. The idea drives me wild.” Camille groaned at the idea of his thick, tanned cock between her breasts. Her cunt tingled as Mortimer massaged a thick, oily substance on her breasts. “Butter makes everything better. Don’t you agree, my little slut?” “Yes.” Camille thrashed as Mortimer squeezed her breasts in his hands, touching her erect and sensitive nipples. He slid his cock between her tits, and she noticed how much thicker it was than Knoll’s. She moaned with arousal. “You like my monstrous cock between your pretty tits, don’t you? Whose tits are these?” He slid slowly up and down between her breasts as his fingers played over her nipples, sending darts of pleasure through her body. “Yours.” “Whose? Say my name, slut.” “Mortimer’s.” “That’s better. I want to be the one you dream of tying you up and


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doing unspeakable things to you.” Camille licked her lips, saying nothing. “That’s right, wench. Get that pretty mouth ready for my cock or whatever I have planned for you.” Mortimer laughed, speeding up in the space between her breasts. “I’m going to come. I knew it wouldn’t be long since it’s all I’ve thought about lately. Where do you want me to put it, my sweet slut?” Camille moaned. “My face. I want you to come on my face.” He gazed into her eyes, and red crept into her cheeks at her boldness. “Well, well. That’s what I want, too.” She felt him rise off of her, and hot jizz splattered her face. Mortimer rubbed it into her face-toface and hair. “I’ve marked you as mine, my little slut.” His voice was tender, and her heart responded by flipping in her chest. He sighed and got off of her, and she wondered what he would do next. She felt his fingers on her button, stroking insistently. Camille whimpered on the edge of her release as he slid his fingers into her cunt. “You like that, don’t you? That cunt is all mine. So nice and tight like it’s barely been used.” “Yes.” Camille felt herself losing control. Being in bondage was a feeling like she had never known, total trust in a person who had her body in his hands. “Come for me, sexy slut. I want to feel your cunt clench around my fingers.” Camille gave herself up to the ripples of sensation flowing through her cunt as she shouted hoarsely. Mortimer rubbed her belly, kissing it. “I can’t wait until it gets even bigger. You’re going to be so sexy.” Camille felt her face flush. He untied her bonds and took her into his arms as they lay in bed. She felt protected in his embrace and realized being submissive to him was a small price to pay for his silence on the matter of her secret. “Do you like me then, Mortimer? I can’t tell. The way you talk to

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roughness with which he was going to take her. His fingers snaked under her, rubbing her button until she squirmed, moaning. “What do you want, slut? Say it. I can’t hear you.” He spanked her bottom again, his palm stinging even as his fingers pleasured her clit. “I want your cock inside me.” “Do you, now?” He continued to rub her clit, popping her ass again. “I’m going to come,” she whispered, her clit buzzing against his finger and the sheets. “Yes, come for me, slut. Then I’m going to penetrate that sweet crack with more than my tongue.” She moaned at the thought and spiraled into orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she shuddered. The bed shifted as he got off of it, and he came back a moment later, rubbing butter into her crack. Camille whimpered, afraid of the pain. “Yes, I’m going to take it, and I’m not going to play nice.” “Mortimer...” “Do you want my cock or not?” “Yes, but...” “You’re mine, and I’m going to drill your sweet hole until you can’t think straight.” Camille moaned, knowing he meant what he said. She felt like she was losing her mind, wanting the things Mortimer did to her so much. He spread her cheeks wide, and he pushed his cock into her, working it into her canal with some effort as she groaned in pain and pleasure. “Don’t tense up. Relax.” Camille tried to, and soon he was buried inside her ass. “That feels so good. What a cock pleaser you are, Camille. Your hole was made for my thick cock inside it.” She sighed at his words, her clit buzzing again with the friction of the sheets from his getting inside of her. He slid out of her crack and then buried his cock back in her, pushing deep into her hole. “Oh, oh, Mortimer.” Camille gasped, the pain and pleasure

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overwhelming. “You like my cock in your dirty hole, don’t you, slut?” “Ummm.” He grabbed her hair, ramming into her again. “Tell me how you like it. What do you want?” “I want you to fuck me.” Camille blushed as she said the word, having never used it before. Mortimer groaned. “That is just what I wanted to hear.” He slid in and out of her ass, gaining speed as she whimpered, moving against her restraints. “My cock is so deep inside you, Camille, deeper than any man’s has been.” She moaned at the thought of his domination of her. “And now I’m going to come inside this space that is mine and claim you again.” He plunged into her with a shout, hot liquid spilling inside her as she felt his cock pulse. “Mmmm,” she groaned as he pushed even deeper into her, unwilling to pull out of her. “Who controls this sweet hole, my slut?” “You do.” He yanked at her hair as she caught her breath. “Say my name.” “Mortimer. You do.” She panted, his cock so deep inside her almost too much to take. He was still hard, even after coming. “I’m not sure I’m done. I’m enjoying your tight back hole, whore.” “Mortimer...” she whispered, sweat slipping down her body. “I’m going to take you again, and this time, I’m going to take care of your swollen little cunt, too. I know it’s dripping for me.” “Yes,” Camille whispered as he dropped kisses down her back, still inside her. “I’m going to stay inside you until I’m ready again. I want you to know whose you are.” “I do.” He laughed, and the sound made her shiver. “You’ll really know after I lay claim to your hole again, and you can’t walk right for days. Every time you move, you’ll think of my


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cock inside you.” The thought of the possession he wanted over her body and soul made her tremble. Mortimer plunged fingers into her wet cunt making her grunt with desire. “Yes, my little whore. Grunt like an animal for it.” She felt him growing hard inside her again, and he slid out of her. When he poised his dick over her crack again, she whimpered. “I’m not going to use butter this time.” “Mmm.” The thought both aroused and terrified her. He spread her globes wide and plunged into her, pushing past the resistance of her tight hole. Camille whimpered and moaned at the pain of it. “Yes. You feel it, don’t you?” She nodded. He rammed into her again and again until she screamed, his fingers playing over her button. “I’m going to come, cock whore, and I want you to come, too. Right now.” Camille thought about his cock and fingers on her clit, and orgasm pulsed through her as she felt Mortimer go rigid and spurt inside her canal. He pulled out of her, smacking her ass. “Do you want me to untie you, slut? Or do you want to stay here for my pleasure?” “Please untie me.” He chuckled and kissed her neck as he did so. “How luscious your body is. The baby is going to make you even more irresistible.” When she was untied, he stroked her cheek. “I suggest you sleep now. I’m going back to my rooms. This can be our little secret.” His words sent shivers of desire and worry through her. “Yes.”

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Chapter 10 Camille slept the day away, her sessions with Mortimer exhausting. The way he had claimed her felt like total domination, something she had never experienced, even when the three brothers were together. She knew that it was time to tell the others about her secret. Camille appreciated that Mortimer’s deal with her had given her more time if she wanted it, but she awoke, wanting to be honest with the men she was falling in love with. Knoll and Titus came to her after lunch, both of them shucking their breeches, cocks hard and ready. “Did you miss us?” Titus asked, a smile playing about his full lips. “Desperately.” Camille smiled at them as she stood by the door. Titus whirled her around, pushing her against the wall and hiking her chemise up around her hips. “How about I make love to you while Knoll watches?” “Yes.” Camille breathed the word into his ear as he hoisted her against the wall up to his hips. His cock rested hard against her mons. He kissed her gently at first, then more deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time. Camille moaned around his kisses. “Ah, my lovely, you’re quite wet and ready, aren’t you?” He smiled at her, pushing her against the wall harder as he adjusted his cock in front of her cunt. “I’ve missed you,” she purred, trying not to think about the talk she was going to have with both of them after the fun was over. Knoll stroked his cock as his brother entered Camille. She smiled over Titus’s shoulder at Knoll and the lust in his eyes. “I love watching you, Camille.” He slowly pulled on his prick,


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and she shuddered as Titus slid all the way into her, pressing her against him. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, princess,” he whispered against her chest as his cock slid out of her and his hands squeezed her ass against the cold wall. “When you go away, I get to think about when you come back. That’s the good of it.” Camille laughed softly as he stroked her cunt with his cock and moved fingers to her clit to massage it. She threw her head back, whimpering. “Camille, you’re so pretty. I’m going to come any minute.” Knoll said, and she opened her eyes, seeing a drop of pre-cum on his rigid shaft. “Come for me, my sweet Knoll, my love.” His eyes lit up at her words, and she meant them. He slid his hand along his shaft with increasing speed, staring into her eyes as Titus pushed her against the wall, impaling her with his cock. “Oh, Camille.” He sighed. “Just a moment, love.” Camille kissed Titus, motioning for him to put her down. He did with a grimace of unhappiness. “I need to take care of Knoll.” She knelt before Knoll, licking his cock off slowly as he moaned. After she was sure she had every drop of cum and that she had not missed fondling his balls, she stood and kissed him, pushing her chest against him. “Sexy Camille, so sweet.” He ruffled her hair, and she admired his pale skin in the daylight. “You’re a god, Knoll.” She touched his cock one last time, feeling Titus impatient behind her, his stiff prick pressing against her bottom. “Bend over.” His voice was harsh in her ear. She complied, grabbing her ankles. “You’re a flexible one, sweetness.” “Yes, and don’t you like it?” She laughed. “I do.” He lifted her chemise and burrowed into her hole with his

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hard dick. Knoll braced her in front, his hands on her back so she didn’t fall forward as Titus slammed into her hot hole. The depth of the penetration turned Camille on, and Knoll reached under her to stroke her swollen, painful clit. “Oh.” She moaned, wanting release. “I’m going to come inside you, Camille. You feel so good, so tight and sweet.” Titus hissed the last word into her ear, and she felt him tense and spill into her. Hot cum dripped down her thighs as her own peak hit her, making her thighs tremble around Knoll’s fingers. She panted, Knoll taking her into his arms and kissing her hair. “Can we lie down together?” “Of course, princess, but could you take off your chemise, so we can adore you?” Titus asked, and her heart sped up. Will they notice this time? She pulled her chemise off, her back to them, heart thudding. She slid under cool covers, beckoning them with a smile. They slid in beside her on opposite sides. Knoll fingered her nipple, making it spring to erectness under his expert fingers. Titus kissed her, taking her breath away. “I’ll be up for round two in a minute, brother,” Knoll said, twisting her nipple and sending darts of desire through her. “Me too.” Camille tried to smile, but she couldn’t. “I need to tell you both something.” Titus sat up on his elbow. “You look upset, sweetheart. What is it?” Knoll ran his hands over her thighs, and she shuddered, distracted. “It’s important.” She sat up, avoiding their eyes. Knoll took her right hand in his, and tears sprang to her eyes. “You have all been so kind and loving to me...” “Of course, princess. You’re our queen.” Titus smoothed her hair out of her face. “I know, and that’s why it pains me to tell you this.” “Nothing you could say would change my feelings for you.” Knoll’s whisper touched Camille. “I hope not.” She grew silent for a moment. Taking a deep breath,


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she said, “I’m with child.” Titus dropped his hand from her hair. “What? Our child?” His excitement made her heart dive in pain. “Look.” Camille pulled the sheet away from her body, pointing to her full stomach. “Oh my Lord,” Knoll whispered, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Are you a whore?” Titus asked, his voice shaking. “No! No. I swear.” “Hear her out, Titus. She’s your wife. It’s the least you owe her.” Knoll touched her cheek, and a grateful tear spilled from her eye. “I fell in love with a man named Matthew. We slept together only once, and I fell pregnant. Before we could be married or I even knew I was pregnant, he died in a fire.” Knoll squeezed her hand. “I’m so sorry.” “I am, too.” Titus still frowned. “I understand if this changes my position as your wife. It’s a scandal.” Titus didn’t speak. “It doesn’t change my feelings for you.” Knoll spoke softly. “I would welcome the child as a Tremont.” Camille glanced at Titus and saw his jaw working. “How about you, brother? Do you still love your sweet wife now?” “Of course, but I need some time to think.” Titus slid out of bed and left the room. Knoll held Camille as she broke down in tears. “He’ll come around. It’s toughest for him being the oldest, and if you have a son, he will feel bound to say the child is his and make him an heir, though everyone will know otherwise.” “I understand. I’m fortunate he didn’t slap me and throw me out of the house.” “Never.” Knoll’s voice shook. “I care for you too much to have that happen.” His black hair fell over his eyes as the late afternoon sun slanted into the room. He

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looked otherworldly, a sensuous angel. “Knoll, please touch me.” Tears slid from her eyes, and Camille pressed against him, wanting to be loved. “I want nothing more than to have you to myself.” He kissed her, his lips tender and seeking. She moaned, her nipples stiff against his warm chest. “Camille, you are so lovely.” He pushed her down on the bed on her back, kissing her neck as she whimpered with pleasure. Her clit throbbed with need. His tenderness had inspired passion inside her, though sadness at Titus’s response lingered. He ran his tongue down her body, kissing her breasts and massaging her nipples between his fingers as she groaned, her cunt soaking into the sheets. “I love to hear you when we make love, Camille.” Knoll kissed her stomach, caressing it and cherishing it as tears rolled down her face. Joy and pain filled her at such love and acceptance. Mortimer had offered his own version of it as well after learning her secret. Only Titus withheld his full acceptance of her. Knoll moved down to her cunt, his hands parting her thighs as she gasped. His tongue flicked over her swollen button, teasing her. “Knoll...” “I love you, Camille. I’m so in love with you.” “I love you, too.” And she realized she did. She felt so accepted and cherished by him, and she wanted to do the same for him. He pressed his tongue against her clit, sliding fingers into her cunt as she spasmed around him, unable to hold back. “Oh, Camille. I need to be inside you now, love.” “I want you, Knoll.” He mounted her, and she wrapped her legs around him as he drove into her, pounding her cunt with his rigid cock. “Knoll...” “Camille, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to see your full breasts, brimming with milk.” She giggled.


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“I’ll let you suck them if you’d like.” “I plan to.” He buried his stalk deep inside her, making her moan with the pleasure of being full of him. They spoke no others words, and soon he throbbed inside her as his orgasm took him. Camille lay in his arms when it was over. “Do you think the wee babe is okay?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, well...” He blushed. “Oh.” She laughed. “Yes, I do. Many women have relations with their husbands even during pregnancy. I know it is advised against, but my own mother told me she did. She told me never to deny my husband my body.” “Your mother is a wise woman.” Knoll growled playfully into her neck as he sprinkled kisses on her. “I think so.” They both grew hungry and got up to dress for dinner. Titus stayed out of sight during the hour, as did Mortimer. Camille wondered what they were both thinking about her. Will I have to leave Tremont Hall and the men I love?

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Chapter 11 After dinner, she ran into Titus in the hall on the way to her chamber. “Sorry.” He moved to walk past her. “Wait, Titus. Please.” She held out her arm, touching the sleeve of his shirt. “Yes?” “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have told you before when you told me you wanted to make me your wife, but I was afraid.” Her voice trembled, though she hated herself for it. “How could I blame you? I all but forced you into marriage anyway, so turnabout is fair play.” His lip curled in the light of the wall sconces. “Yes, you did. That’s true.” Anger flared inside her, as did confusion. “Are you sorry, though?” Titus clutched her by her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m only sorry about the rift I’ve caused between us.” Titus let her go, and she stumbled. “Bloody hell, Camille! It’s not you or even what you’ve told me. How could I be angry at you for falling in love with a man who died before your wedding night? What kind of beast do you take me for?” He turned away, running his fingers through blond curls. “I–I don’t. I just thought you...” “I’m sure you did. It’s me. I never thought I’d be a father so soon. I’m afraid to touch you, afraid to make love to you. This has changed everything, and I just needed some time to think about it, but I love


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you, and I want you and your child.” He touched her face. “Oh.” Camille’s heart thrummed in her chest, a swell of hope building there. “And so many women die in childbirth. As soon as you told me the news, all those things flooded through my mind, nearly driving me out of my wits.” “I’m so sorry. I had no idea...” His pain and confusion touched Camille. “I know, and I should have told you, not run away like a boy.” “It’s all right. I’m not angry. I’m just glad you told me.” She put her forehead against his, closing her eyes. I love this man. “But will it be all right?” His voice was hard, and she knew he was afraid. “We’ll make it all right.” He groaned, enfolding her in his arms and kissing the top of her head. “Camille, I want you so much. I adore you, and I can’t imagine life without you.” “I’m not planning on going anywhere.” “I know.” He stroked her hair, his breathing rough. Camille felt his erection press against her stomach. “Come with me. Let’s go to bed. Make love to me, Titus.” “But, the child...” “It’s a wives’ tale. My mother never believed it, and I was fine. I need you.” She squeezed his hand and he licked his lips, nodding. They walked to the chamber together, arm in arm. Titus closed the door behind him and undressed her with such tenderness it brought tears to Camille’s eyes. “Titus.” “Camille.” Her gown slipped onto the floor with a whisper, and he stroked and suckled her breasts as they stood by the bed. Titus picked her up tenderly, kissing her long and deep as he put her on the bed. “I need you, Camille. You mustn’t ever leave me.” “I won’t. I promise.” He returned to his worship of her breasts,

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and she heard him gasp and pull away. “What is it?” “Something is leaking...” She looked down and saw a little fluid slipping down her left breast. “Oh, it’s the beginnings of milk.” Titus looked worried. “It’s fine. They’re all yours.” He stood up, removing his breeches and shirt, his shaft rigid. “You’re even more seductive now, Camille. I can see the new curves in your body. I just didn’t notice it before. I’m so taken with you.” Titus moved down her body, kissing her belly and fondling it until Camille moaned at the sweet intimacy of his touch. He flicked his tongue against her clit, pushing a finger gently inside her. “Titus, please...” “Are you sure?” He looked up at her. “Yes, I need you inside me. It’s fine. I swear to you.” He lifted her legs onto his shoulders to enter her deeply. “I’ll move slowly.” “Do as you wish. I’m not yet large. Now is the time for such things.” She laughed. Titus pushed his cock against the entrance to her cunt, and she whimpered. “Do you want it, my sweet little mother of my children?” “Yes.” She wanted to cry with his tenderness as he entered her. Her cunt throbbed with want of him, and her clit buzzed as his fingers rubbed it. He slid in and out of her cunt, groaning as she whispered his name. He cupped her buttocks in his hands as his orgasm came, and hers rose to meet it as he massaged her clit. “Titus!” She shouted, her orgasm a powerful wave washing over her. “Camille, sweet princess.” He moaned softly as he pulsed inside her. They lay together, stroking each other, and Camille laughed when his erection again demanded her attention. “Perhaps he’d like something different now?” A voice answered


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from the doorway. “I don’t know about him, but I would.” Mortimer walked into the room, hastily taking his clothes off. “I’ve been watching you through the door the whole time, and now I’m horny as Old Scratch himself.”

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Chapter 12 “Come join us then.” Camille waved him over, excited by his words. She admired his thick cock against his tanned abdomen. “I’m in as well,” Knoll called as he entered the room, and they all laughed. He took his clothes off, and Camille’s breath caught at his lithe limbs and fair skin. He looks like a god. They are all so lovely and...all mine. “Can I ask you all something first?” “Of course, Camille.” Knoll lay beside her, kissing her as Mortimer settled near her feet, his cock in hand as he stroked it and she opened her legs wide for him to see her cunt. “Are you all agreed I am to stay? Can you love the baby as your own blood?” Her voice wavered, but she knew the moment was right. “Yes.” Knoll didn’t hesitate. “Of course, princess, as I’ve said.” Mortimer sighed. “Yes. I’d take on two or three bastards for you.” Camille laughed in spite of herself, joy pulsing through her. “Thank you. You have all saved me, and you didn’t even know you were going to have to.” “No, you have saved us,” Titus whispered, stroking her cheek as his cock pressed against her side. “Let me show you how grateful I am,” Camille whispered, her voice a low purr. Mortimer growled in his throat. “Please do. Could you let your legs fall open further? I want to see your wet cunt.” Camille complied, raising an eyebrow at him. He sucked in breath. “You’re so perfect, my sweet slut.”


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“Thank you.” “I think it’s my turn to have your mouth around my cock, princess.” Titus spoke, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his cock against her side, sending darts of pleasure to her cunt. “Yes.” “And I want your cunt.” Mortimer spoke, a savage note in his voice. “It is yours.” “Be gentle with her, Mortimer.” Titus spoke sharply. “I am fine. Use me as you will.” “I will be gentle with you, pretty wench.” “I just want to watch,” Knoll said, moving to the chair beside the bed and pulling it up. Camille grinned at him, knowing he was still tired from their exertions earlier. “I love it when you watch me.” Titus brushed the head of his cock against her cheek, and Camille moaned. She turned her head to take him in her mouth, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock as he groaned. Mortimer moved between her legs, lifting her legs and ass off the ground. “I can’t wait. Watching Titus inside you brought me to pain. My balls ache with need of your cunt.” “Mmm, good,” Camille whispered as she stopped licking Titus’s rigid shaft up and down. She took his prick back in her mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum off the top of it and relishing the salty, all-male taste of it. “Camille, you are such a good cocksucker,” Knoll whispered, his breathing labored as he stroked his cock slowly and watched her. She smiled as Titus leaned forward and shoved more of himself down her throat. His length made her gag, and Titus kept pushing. The look in his eyes was fierce. “Take it all, princess. Suck my cock.” She moaned as she did so, her tongue swirling around him as he pushed in and out of her throat. Mortimer slid into her without preamble, grunting as he went deeply

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in, lifting her legs to his shoulders. “You slut. Your cunt is so tight even after we’ve used it mercilessly.” Camille groaned at his words, her button tingling as his pelvic hair tickled against it. Titus grunted, his balls smacking against Camille’s face as he drove deeper into her mouth and she whimpered, her eyes watering. “I’m going to come, Camille.” He pulled out, and she licked her lips, wondering where he would put it. “Is it all right on your face?” “Of course. I love to feel it coming all over my face.” Titus moaned, moving over her as his hot liquid hit her face. He grunted, smearing it down her face, neck, shoulders, and tits. Her nipples hardened at his touch. “I’ve never seen such a cum slut before. You turn me on so much, little cocksucker.” Mortimer pushed into her, making her moan with the force of it. He held nothing back. Titus licked at her tits, making her gasp. Knoll whispered as she looked into his eyes. “I’m going to come. I love watching you suck my brother’s cock and taking my other brother’s dick in your sweet pussy.” She watched him close his eyes as liquid shot out of his hard cock and he moaned. “I keep wondering how much better an orgasm can get, Camille. I haven’t found out yet.” He smiled at her as he wiped himself with a handkerchief from the nightstand. “I suppose we’ll have to keep experimenting to find out.” Mortimer rammed into her again, and she yelped. “Look at me, Camille.” His voice commanded her obedience, so she did. She felt him stiffen as he gripped her hips and spilled into her with a harsh grunt. Panting, he lowered her to the bed, caressing her thighs. They were all silent for a moment. “So I guess everything is set to rights then?” Camille looked at each man, a tiny smile on her lips as she lay back in bed. They all nodded at her. “I’m glad to hear it.”


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“When do you think the baby will be born?” Knoll asked, his brow furrowed in concern. “I think I’m about five months along now, so perhaps in early November.” Titus kissed her gently, tracing her jawline with his fingers. “So we shall have our first Tremont of the next generation.” “Yes,” she whispered, her heart flooded with happiness. Mortimer massaged her calf muscles. “I can’t wait to see your belly grow. I’ve always fancied pregnant women. Come to think of it, you’re glowing already.” “Thank you.” “And look how sexy her breasts already are. Larger than they were just a few short days ago, I’d wager.” Titus wagged his eyebrows toward them. “I’d say you’re right, brother.” His hard cock pressed into her side again, and she smiled at him. “Are you ready to come again?” He groaned. “Are you quite serious, woman?” “Yes, I am. I think being with child makes me more randy.” “I’ll say.” Mortimer’s hands moved up her thighs, rubbing them until Camille moaned. “Of course, I’ve never had three handsome men attending to my needs like this before either. That could have something to do with my increased desire.” “I bet it does.” Knoll moved to her other side on the bed, licking her tits and running his fingers down over her stomach. Mortimer’s mouth closed over her clit, his fingers shoved into her wet cunt, and she whimpered as the other two men attended to her breasts. “Honestly, I’m spent, love.” Knoll laughed, and Camille touched his face. “That’s fine.” “But I’ll still work to pleasure you.” He renewed his licking and teasing of her nipple, making it stand, darker than usual and erect.

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“Umm, I’m grateful.” She ran her fingers through his black hair as Titus attended to her neck with kisses and her other breast with his fingers playing over it. She felt Titus at her side, stroking his cock, and she moaned, her arousal heightened by that and by Mortimer’s mouth on her. He lapped at her button until she could stand it no more, her cunt clenching in orgasm. “Yes, love slave. Come for me,” he whispered as he slid his fingers in and out again. She panted, ripples running through her cunt. All a sudden, Camille tensed. Knoll stopped teasing her nipple and looked up as Titus slowed his stroking hands on his prick. “What is it?” Mortimer demanded, his cock in hand as he leaned over her, ready to masturbate onto her stomach. “I just felt the baby move.”

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