This is a fantasy of a friend of mine told me. It originally had a more generic background, but I turned it into a story with a historical background. Don’t bother telling me that the history is all wrong, the facts have to bend to align with the story. I put this in under the category “first time” but of course it could be under almost any other category too since lots happens.

Wars of the Roses

In 1431 Joan of Arc was put to death after having been captured the previous year on her way to try to relieve the siege of Compiègne. Meanwhile, across the channel in England, John the Duke of Lancaster had his second child, a daughter, sister to his firstborn son Simon. As was all too common in those days, Victoria’s mother died from puerperal fever a few days after the birth. The duke dispatched his manservant to search the countryside for a wet-nurse to suckle the newborn infant. But it turned out that it was not necessary to search that far. One of the cooks had just had a baby of her own and her milk-swollen breasts would be able to feed both Victoria and her own son, who she had named Adam. John, the duke, sent for the cook and made her a promise that if Victoria survived to her sixth birthday then he would make her own son a knight and train him in the chivalric arts of weaponry.

John, Duke of Lancaster, showed little interest in his new daughter. His eyes were set on the throne of England. The ruling king, Henry VI, had surrounded himself with unpopular nobles and John was in a battle for the succession. As a direct descendent of King Edward III his claim on the crown was strong. But standing in his way was Richard, Duke of York, also directly descended from Edward III.

With her father absent, and her mother departed, Victoria and Adam were brought up as twins. Of course they knew their different parentage, but having been together from birth and separated in age by only a few days they were as close as any pair of twins ever was. They started their lives sharing a crib in the nursery of the ducal palace, and as very young children they shared a single bedroom. They were each other’s special friend, and they had no secrets between them.

When Victoria reached her sixth birthday the Duke of Lancaster made good on his promise and Adam was knighted. Sir Thomas, the most accomplished soldier in the house of Lancaster, was assigned to train the new knight, along with Victoria’s elder brother Simon.

“Tomorrow morning,” said Sir Thomas, “I will come and get you two and we will start to study the art of swordsmanship and you will start to learn how to ride a horse.”

“I want to come too,” Victoria complained to their soldierly tutor. She and Adam had never really done anything except together.

“But you are a girl,” he pointed out reasonably. “You can’t even get on a horse wearing a dress like that. And girls don’t use swords.”

“Joan of Arc did!” said Victoria. She didn’t really know who Joan of Arc was, but she had heard that she led an army into battle.

“Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake as an enemy of England,” said Sir Thomas. “You mustn’t use her as a model. Your father would be shocked.”

He turned back to the two boys. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

In the morning Sir Thomas arrived to train his two protégés. Victoria’s brother Simon had not yet arrived, but Victoria was defiantly there. She had cut her hair short and was dressed as a boy in some of Adam’s clothes. She was ready for an argument with Sir Thomas but he simply saw the two young boys he was expecting. He took two red roses that he was holding and put one into the jacket of each of the children.

“There, you are soldiers in the house of Lancaster. Come with me to the stables.”

Victoria winked at Adam as they followed in the old soldier’s footsteps. Soon Adam and Victoria were sitting astride two ponies out in the forest having their first riding lesson. When they returned to the house, Simon had caught up with them and was waiting for them in the stable-yard. Sir Thomas looked at Victoria and then back at Simon. Dressed as a boy with short hair, her facial features were so like her brother that they were hard to tell apart.

The old man laughed. He turned to Victoria. “OK, you win. I will train you too. But you must always dress as a boy, and it must remain a secret between us four.”

So Victoria, Adam and Simon learnt all the arts of weapon handling and how to ride. As the years of training progressed Victoria became an accomplished rider and a deadly shot with a bow and arrow. Victoria was the first of the youths to kill her first deer.

Adam’s mother butchered it and cooked a special meal for everyone in the palace that night. Victoria was disappointed that it had to be announced as Adam’s first blooding. But she had kept her promise over the years and it had remained a secret that she had been trained to hunt. Even Adam’s mother thought that the venison she was cooking had been shot by her son. Tired and sated Adam and Victoria went up to the bedroom that they still shared.

The feud between the house of York and the house of Lancaster was getting worse. There had been pitched battles between the two armies in the south of England. The conflict had come to be known as the Wars of the Roses due to the roses that the two houses had used to identify their followers, red roses for the house of Lancaster and white roses for the house of York.

Victoria’s body was starting to change. Her nipples no longer lay flat on her chest but now lay atop small conical protrusions. Just above the cleft of her sex a small moustache of darker hairs had started to grow. Nobody had told Victoria anything about this, but she was a smart girl and she had watched older girls turn into women, grow breasts, develop a more curved body. She still had no problem passing as a man during her training in her shapeless clothes and close cropped hair.

Victoria was very surprised one morning when she woke up to feel an unaccustomed wetness between her legs. She wasn’t aroused at all. She reached down and touched herself before bringing her fingers out from under the bedclothes. She was horrified to see her fingers covered in blood. She cleaned herself up and stuffed some old cotton material into her pants.

She went to the only person she could talk to, Adam’s mother who had nursed her as a baby. She explained all about periods, that she would bleed for a few days every month. She then carried on and told Victoria about sex. Adam’s mother told her that under no circumstances was she to have sex with anyone. As the Duke of Lancaster’s daughter she must be a virgin on her wedding night. She must never let a boy touch her between her legs, for she might get too excited and lose control. And she must never touch herself between her legs since it was considered a sin. Victoria admitted that she touched herself every night and often in the morning too. She felt better when Adam’s mother admitted that she touched herself too, that some sins were very enjoyable. Since Adam’s mother seemed to be healthy and wise, Victoria decided that she would continue to touch herself and that she would not even feel guilty about it.

That night Victoria lay in her bed, stroking herself, when a strong orgasm burst upon her unannounced. She cried out in surprise.

“What are you doing?” asked Adam in the darkness.

Victoria was never one for lying, especially with her friend Adam.

“I’m touching myself in a special place that feels good,” said Victoria.

She heard Adam slip out of bed, heard his footsteps across the floor and he slid in beside her. She knew she should push him out, but she also knew she didn’t want to. And Victoria rarely did what she didn’t want.

“Show me,” he said.

Victoria and Adam had seen each other naked many times when they had been younger, but not for many years. Even then, they had never touched each other. Victoria had looked at Adam’s little cock and balls, so different from the simple cleft at the base of her belly that hid her special touching place.

Victoria wrapped her hand around one of Adam’s fingers. Then she guided it in her bed to where her nightdress was rucked up around her waist. She pressed Adam’s finger gently against her body as she slid lower until it hovered in her sparse pubic hair just above the cleft of her sex. It felt so daring, a line that they had never crossed before. She ran his finger up and down her soft outer lips. She pushed his finger in deeper between them. Her wetness was already spread around from her earlier self-pleasure. She stroked Adam’s finger up and down her inner lips. How good it felt.

“Can you feel it?” she whispered as she moved Adam’s fingertip onto her clit.

“Yes, there’s a little hard bit. It sort of feels like a grain of wheat.”

Victoria moved Adam’s fingertip in small circles on her clit. Then she guided it lower into her wet opening. Slowly she inserted Adam’s finger into her sex, the first time anything other than her own finger had entered her.

“You are all wet,” Adam said, surprised. Adam slid his finger in and out of Victoria.

“Oh, that feel’s good,” she said, enjoying the novel sensation

Adam started to stroke Victoria in long strokes, pressing into her cunt and then sliding up between her inner lips and circling her clit before descending into her wetness anew.

“Keep doing that and I’m going to explode again,” she said.

“What do you mean explode?”

“I don’t know if there’s a proper name for it. Just keep stroking me and you’ll see.”

Adam’s finger was stroking faster now, he could feel Victoria was even wetter than when he had first touched her. Victoria’s breathing was getting heavier as if she was running. She started to thrust her hips against Adam’s hand.

“I’m about to explode,” she said suddenly. And then she did. Adam felt her cunt gripping his finger rhythmically as he slid back into her, felt the waves of pleasure that were washing over Victoria.

“Pull your nightshirt up too,” Victoria demanded.

As Adam pulled his nightshirt up to his waist Victoria reached over to touch his cock.

“But it’s all hard,” she said surprised. “I didn’t know they did that.”

“Yes. It gets like that sometimes.”

“And it’s huge too.”

Victoria stroked Adam’s cock gently.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Much more exciting than when I stroke it myself.”

“Ah, so you have a guilty secret too.”

Victoria reached over with her other hand and caressed Adam’s balls as she continued to slide her fingers up and down his shaft. Suddenly she had an idea.

“Would it feel good if I licked it?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to try?”

Victoria bent down and ran her tongue over Adam’s knob, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She closed her mouth over his cock and started to rub her tongue against him.

“That feels fantastic,” Adam gasped. As Victoria rolled her tongue around the head of Adam’s cock she wrapped her fist around it and started to pump him harder. Adam felt a feeling deep inside him that he had not felt before. Victoria felt Adam’s balls tighten in her other hand.

“Don’t stop,” Adam begged.

The feeling inside him rose in intensity and suddenly spasms of pleasure burst in his groin. He felt his body pulsate, felt something in his cock. He was worried he had pissed in Victoria’s mouth.

Victoria felt Adam’s cock kick in her mouth, felt the warm jets on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth savoring the new taste, feeling the texture like thick cream. She felt Adam’s cock start to soften in her hand.

“I think I exploded too,” said Adam.

“Haven’t you done that before?”

“No, that was the first time.”

The two of them fell asleep in Victoria’s bed. The servant who came to wake them and open their curtains was surprised to find them in each other’s arms. But that was the last night they spent together. Although nothing was ever said, Adam was moved to his own bedroom and his bed was moved out of Victoria’s room.

As Victoria’s body continued to develop, her breasts got larger. Victoria loved the contrast of being dressed in men’s clothes during the day, her breasts bound and flattened. Then in the evening wearing a dress that proudly showed off the curves of her already large breasts. She noticed that Adam looked at her in a new way. As children they had seen each other naked many times, and they had shared that special last night in their single bedroom. But now the idea of Victoria letting Adam see her naked seemed truly unthinkable.

When Adam and Victoria moved into their mid-teens, their training in the arts of arms was complete. Simon, being a few years older, had already gone off with his father to command part of one of his armies in the wars against the Yorkists. Victoria now had a woman’s body. She had grown tall, with long legs. The lips of her sex had thickened and were decorated with sparse reddish hair. Her breasts were very large, with small pink nipples that were usually hard. Victoria could only imagine that Adam’s cock had grown larger and that he would probably have developed thick black pubic hair, for she had never seen his cock again since that one night they had spent together years before. But in fact she was careful not to fantasize about Adam when her fingers parted the fat lips of her sex to reveal her special touching place. It was as if her feelings for Adam were too close to explore, too dangerous to even think about. She knew she desired him so she willed herself not to think about it, locked those thoughts in a deep dark place in her mind. She had to preserve her maidenhead for her husband, not be deflowered by the only man she would choose if she were allowed.

The day that Victoria’s life changed started off normally enough. Victoria, dressed as a man, had been out with Adam hunting in the forest before slipping into the palace through the stables and assuming the mantle of her femininity again. She heard some sort of commotion out in the yard and descended to see what was causing the fuss. A messenger had arrived on a steaming, sweaty horse with bad news. Victoria’s brother Simon had been killed in battle and her father, John Duke of Lancaster, was returning that evening with his body. Victoria felt the loss, felt herself falling into a well of despair. She had never been that close to Simon, at least not compared with her relationship with Adam. The several years that separated them were too high a barrier. But nevertheless he was her only brother, the heir to the Dukedom that would now either fall upon her as the only remaining child or else be squabbled about by male cousins and nephews.

Victoria returned to her room, no longer hungry. Adam sought her out, knowing how distraught she would be. Despite it being against all accepted rules of society, she let him into her bedroom. Adam lay on the bed and held her in his arms while she sobbed and worked the sadness about her brother’s death out of herself. Victoria was surprised to feel a stirring between her legs at Adam’s touch. She thought that she had successfully suppressed those feelings. She turned to face Adam. He pulled her close. She felt something hard between them, wondering what it was for a split second before realizing it was Adam’s erect cock.

She pushed him away. “You must go,” she said.

“Why?” asked Adam. But he had felt Victoria’s body briefly press on his cock. He already knew the answer.

“Because I am the Duke’s daughter and you are but a knight. Besides, you are almost my brother.”

Adam got up. “Do you want me to go because you don’t want me to hold you? Or you want me to hold you too much?”

Victoria didn’t even want to think about that question. Her emotional side knew she wanted to give herself unreservedly to Adam, to let him make her happy in the way she refused to let her body contemplate when she masturbated. Her rational self found the idea of even being naked in front of Adam would make her want to die of embarrassment, the daughter of the Duke exposed to a man.

“Just go,” she said. Adam turned and slowly left the room, feeling rejected by his closest friend who was being separated from him by her sex and by her rank in society. And most of all by her repressed desire.

Victoria remained in her room all night. She didn’t dare masturbate, worried that no matter how hard she fantasized about something else, that Adam would somehow appear, hijacking her fantasy in a way she knew was taboo.

During the night, Victoria’s father returned with her brother’s body. He would be interred the next day. Victoria was dressing for the funeral when a maidservant appeared in her room. Her father needed to see her immediately after the funeral. Victoria’s father was rarely even at the palace, and she rarely even spoke to him. But this was the first time that she had been summoned to see him.

The funeral could not pass fast enough. First, like all funerals, the sadness of thinking about the loss made time drag. But for Victoria she was curious to find out why her father had summoned her. She left the family graveyard and returned to the palace. Her father was already there.

“Come,” he said, “let us walk a while.”

He led her outside into the palace garden. He put his arm around her shoulders. It felt very intimate. He had not touched her in any way since she was a small child.

“Victoria, I have something that I need you to do.”

“I’m always up to a challenge, father.”

“This is something distasteful but many lives will be saved.”

Victoria couldn’t think about what he could be talking. Surely, he couldn’t want her to take her brother’s place and lead the army. Her father had no idea that she was even trained in weaponry.

“King Henry VI, king of England, has decreed that the bloodshed between the house of York and the house of Lancaster must stop. The two families must be united in marriage. Until yesterday the plan was for your brother Simon to marry the eldest daughter of Richard, Duke of York. Now Simon is dead. Instead, you are to marry Warwick, Richard’s firstborn son.”

“But father…”

“I’m afraid that there are no ‘buts,’ the wedding is set for next Saturday. You must do your duty. Next weekend you will leave the house of Lancaster and join the house of York. You may take your personal maidservant with you, and one knight who will ensure your safety.”

“I will take Sir Adam. But tell me, what is Warwick, my future husband, like?”

“I have never met him. But I’m afraid his reputation is not good.”

Actually his reputation was terrible. As well as being an inveterate womanizer, he was prone to bouts of violence. But Victoria’s father decided she had to be protected from the truth until the marriage had been consummated.

“Will I meet him before the wedding?”

“That will not be possible, Victoria. He is out of the country until then.”

In fact Warwick was very much in the country. He just didn’t want to interrupt his orgy of drunken fucking in London to bother with a minor detail like his future wife.

“Very well father. I will do my duty.”

“Thank you. And congratulations on your engagement, which will be announced to the public before the sun sets tonight.”

The next day Victoria was summoned into the drawing room. A stranger was there along with Adam and her father. He beckoned her into the room.

“This is the family physician of the house of York. They need to check that you are intact.”

Victoria had no idea what was meant by “intact” but before she could ask anything her father turned to the two men. “Gentlemen, I shall leave you to your work. Sir Adam, I leave it to you to ensure that nothing untoward happens.” He left the room.

The physician picked up a sheepskin rug from the floor and laid it on the large dining table.

“Lie on the rug,” he said to Victoria, offering his hand to her so that she could step up onto a chair and then the table.

“Pull your skirts up,” the physician continued. Victoria suddenly realized what “intact” must mean. The doctor was here to ensure that she had remained a virgin. But she couldn’t bring herself to lift her skirts. No male had seen her there since she was a child. Adam in the room made the whole procedure more uncomfortable. The doctor lost his patience and simply pulled Victoria’s skirts up himself. The material bunched at her waist and she could not see the lower part of her body. She felt her knickers being removed. Victoria had never felt so humiliated, but worse was to come.

The doctor forced her legs open. She felt the lips of her cunt being pulled wide apart. She couldn’t bear the thought of Adam seeing her in this way, butchered like a joint of meat. At least from where he was standing he couldn’t actually see that most private part of her body. An unlubricated finger was roughly inserted into her opening.

“Have you been riding horses?” the physician asked unexpectedly.

Victoria was torn how to answer. As a gentlewoman she was not meant to dirty herself with such things as riding her own horse, so she should answer “no”. But obviously the physician could tell in some way, so she must answer “yes.”

“Occasionally,” she said.

“Good,” said the physician. “Your hymen is torn, probably as a result of horse-riding, but you are clearly still a virgin. I shall certify you as intact and ignore the details. Your wedding night should not be too painful.”

It had never occurred to her that her wedding night was likely to be painful anyway, so now she had a new worry.

The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind of organization. Her wedding dress had to be fitted. Her clothes had to be packed for she would move to the palace of the Duke of York on her wedding night. All the preparation came together faultlessly and in what seemed like an instant Victoria was walking down the path from the church on the arm of her new husband. Victoria was pleased to see that he was at least physically attractive. She was dreading that night, having to have sex for the first time was frightening enough. Having to do it with a man she did not desire was horrific.

Victoria and Adam were to travel to the Duke of York’s palace in one carriage. Warwick apparently had business to attend to at his bank in London and so would make his way to the palace indirectly. Of course many of the guests knew, as Adam and Victoria did not, that Warwick’s business was most likely to take place in an inn of ill repute and involve serving wenches and not bankers.

That night Victoria’s maidservant helped her get ready for her first night as a wife. Victoria got between the sheets of her bed naked for the first time in her life. Victoria’s maid perfumed the room with peony and sandalwood and lit several candles to create a romantic atmosphere.

Victoria waited expectantly as the hours passed. Gradually each of the candles burned down and went out. When the last candle expired with no sign of her husband, Victoria pulled her knees up to her chest and cuddled herself. She had never felt so alone, ripped from her existing life and dumped unwanted into another one from which there was no escape. The first fingers of the dawn light were already creeping across the eastern sky when Victoria eventually fell asleep.

She remained in her room all day, trying to decide what to do. As the day went on her emotions changed, moving from loneliness to anger. By evening she had made her mind up. She would ask for an annulment of the wedding that clearly Warwick had no intention of consummating.

She left her room and went in the direction of the main rooms of the house looking for her husband. But she didn’t know the layout of the palace and soon was lost in another wing of the enormous building. A maidservant carrying a tray of food crossed in front of her and entered a room that must be occupied since she could see the lamplight. Victoria approached the room, intending to ask for directions.

“Put the food on the table,” a man said. Victoria realized immediately that it was her husband’s voice, familiar from the marriage ceremony.

Victoria looked through the partially open door. Her husband got up out of his chair as the servant turned to leave.

“Wait,” he said. The girl turned, a look of surprise on her face.

“Bend over the desk,” Warwick said.

The girl turned, surprise turning to arousal as she seemed to know what would be coming next. Perhaps she had been taken by Warwick before. Slowly the young girl lowered herself until her breasts were resting on the desk. Warwick bent down and grabbed her skirt, before pulling it up and over the girl’s head so that she could see nothing. Like all poor people of that time, the girl wore no underwear. Victoria could see the white cheeks of her arse trembling with excitement, could see the prominent pink inner lips of her sex which clove her outer lips where they bulged between her thighs. Warwick put his foot between hers and roughly kicked her legs wide apart. He picked up one of the lamps and squatted down behind the girl. He held the lamp in one hand while he looked at her sex, opening her up with his other hand. The girl yelped in surprise when Warwick pushed a finger into her cunt. He removed his now-moist finger and rubbed it gently on the girl’s clit. He was obviously knew exactly where a woman’s special touching place was, Victoria realized. The girl’s sobbing was occasionally interrupted by an involuntary moan.

Warwick undid his trousers and his huge cock sprung free. Victoria had never seen a grown man’s cock and was amazed at how enormous it looked. It seemed impossible that a cock could fit into a woman. Only a moment later that thought was shown to be wrong. Warwick positioned his cock in the girl’s opening and then roughly entered her in a single hard thrust. The girl screamed under her skirts in astonishment. Warwick withdrew and then roughly re-entered the girl, slamming against her arse pushing her against the desk.

Victoria glanced down, surprised to see that her hands were caressing her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard with arousal. Shivers of excitement sparked through Victoria as she rolled a nipple between finger and thumb through the material of her dress. Victoria tried to look away from the erotic tableau in the room as her husband reamed the maid. He started to spank her as he fucked her, bringing his large hand down onto her tender arse with a loud slap. The girl cried out at the unheralded sting of pain. A pink handprint appeared, soon to be joined by others as he rhythmically fucked the girl. The girl cried out as she came, muffled by the skirts over her head.

As Victoria got more aroused, she reached into her dress and got out first one and then the other of her large breasts. She continued to play with her nipples. Suddenly another man came into view in the room. Unlike Warwick and the girl who were facing away from Victoria, the courtier faced the door. Victoria could feel her face blushing with embarrassment at the man watching her as she caressed her exposed breasts. He got out his cock and started to stroke it as he looked at Victoria. She hurriedly pushed her breasts back into her dress. She knew she should leave but she couldn’t take her eyes off her husband aggressively fucking the servant girl, listening to her alternating moans and occasional gasps of intense arousal. Meanwhile the other courtier silently masturbated as he ogled her.

Finally her husband thrust hard into the girl and Victoria knew he was exploding, emptying his seed into the girl’s body. He wiped his cock on her dress. Victoria could see a mixture of spunk and cunt-juice running down the girl’s thighs.

“Leave,” Warwick said to the girl as he turned away.

The girl stood up, her skirts falling back into place. Her face was pink with excitement, proud at having been fucked by her Duke. Victoria moved into the darkness down the corridor so that she was not seen as the deflowered servant left. Victoria made her way back until she recognized where she was and regained her room without been seen, worried that the second courtier would tell her husband that she had watched him take his pleasure with the maid instead of with his wife.

Victoria slipped out of her dress and lay on her bed. Her clit was itching for attention, erect and eager. But Victoria was going to take her time. She gently caressed her iron-hard nipples, triggering spasms of excitement that flowed straight into her groin. Then one of her hands crept lower, holding the swelling of her sex, softly squeezing her outer lips together and generating a wonderful feeling of anticipation in her clit. She was already very wet from watching the servant getting fucked, her copious juices had already covered her outer lips, lubricating her fingers as she lightly stroked the soft pillows of flesh. She was surprised when a small orgasm burst upon her, since she was still only touching a nipple and her outer lips. She smiled to herself as she thought of the orgasms to come when she eventually would get to the really sensitive parts of her body.

As she slipped a finger between her fleshy outer lips she relived in her mind the scene she had witnessed. She felt slightly dirty that watching a young girl being fucked could be so exciting. When her fingers penetrated as far as her inner lips she felt her arousal increase to a new level. She imagined that it was her bent over the desk, that her husband was inspecting her cunt, was putting his finger on her special touching place.

One finger was on her clit now. As she imagined her husband roughly entering her, deflowering her, fully making her a woman, she pushed a finger into her cunt. A huge orgasm started, and as she fucked her cunt with her finger it seemed to go on and on for ever. But Victoria wasn’t finished yet. As she fantasized about her husband fucking her over the desk she started to stroke her arsehole, something she had never done before. While one finger roughly rubbed her clit, she worked a finger into her arsehole and was rewarded with a series of orgasms following one after another. She couldn’t remember being so aroused. The orgasms didn’t seem to diminish her excitement, they just left her hungry for another. She even dared to fantasize about Adam. As she crammed a second finger into her arsehole, she imagined him forcing his cock into her there, pleasure mixed with pain as his member distended her forbidden opening. Imagining Adam fucking her up her arse brought the strongest orgasm yet and Victoria almost passed out from the pleasure as her body pulsed with strong contractions. Although Victoria normally came quietly, she heard a scream of pleasure and realized it must have been her. As the last tremors of her orgasm passed away, Victoria lay on the bed panting. She barely had her breath back before she was asleep, her body unable to take any more.

The next morning Victoria remained in her room, reconsidering what to do. The previous day she had wanted to ask for an annulment of the marriage, only too pleased to escape. Now, having seen her husband drilling the servant with his huge cock she wanted to feel it in her, she wanted consummation not annulment. She wanted him to take her and force his will upon her, break her like a horse.

A maidservant knocked on the door and told Victoria that her presence was required by her husband. Her heart leapt, only to fall again when she realized she was being summoned to the dining room not the bedroom.

When she got to the dining room, Warwick her husband was seated there, along with the courtier that she had seen masturbating the previous night and Adam. Warwick gestured for her to come to him. Victoria smiled at Adam as she moved and sat on her husband’s lap. Victoria was not very comfortable when her husband lifted his wine goblet to her lips, and then proceeded to feed her too. He carried on talking to Adam and the courtier about the news of the day. Once Victoria was fed, Warwick started to caress her breasts through her dress. Victoria felt her nipples harden, betraying her arousal. He reached for the top of her dress to expose her breasts. Victoria grabbed the material and pulled it up, but her husband simply removed her hands and pulled her dress down. Her large breasts spilled out. She could feel the eyes of the courtier on them as they had been the night before. And she could see Adam looking at her breasts, which she had kept hidden from him since she had first developed. That felt somehow inappropriate, incestuous even.

Warwick pinched her hard nipples as he explained what he wanted.

“You will both be witnesses to Victoria’s deflowering, a representative of the house of York and a representative of the house of Lancaster. As a reward, if you cooperate, you too may fuck Victoria, although you must leave no seed in her to sully the ancestral line of the house of York.”

The courtier obviously already knew that this demand was going to be made, but Adam looked rather astonished.

“Think about it anyway,” he said. He pushed Victoria off his knees and left the room. Victoria sat on a dining chair stunned, her breasts still uncovered. She pulled her dress up as demurely as possible and covered her breasts.

Adam was the first to speak. “Do you want me to be there, Victoria?”

They had been through so much together that Victoria had total trust of Adam, even though she felt completely embarrassed at the thought that he would see even more of her than the breasts that she had just covered up. She could feel her face reddening at the thought. But the alternative was worse.

“Since the representative of the house of York will be there, I think you must be there too.”

A few minutes later Warwick returned and the two men told him that they agreed to act as witnesses to help bury the needless feud between the two houses that had cost so many lives.

That night, Warwick, Adam and the courtier arrived at Victoria’s door. Warwick sat down in a chair on one side of the room.

“Undress her,” he demanded.

The courtier moved towards her but Victoria moved over to Adam and turned so that he could undo the long series of button up the back of her dress. Soon she was standing in just a pair of knickers.

Her husband got up from his chair and squatted in front of Victoria. He reached out and pulled down her knickers, inspecting her closely as first her red-tinged pubic hair and then her bulging lips came into view. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked Victoria’s lips. It was a totally new feeling for her and an instant blast of arousal exploded from her crotch. He pushed his tongue deeper into her furrow, seeking the hard little bud of pleasure that he knew was there. Victoria could feel her wetness seeping from her cunt already. The tip of Warwick’s experienced tongue had found Victoria’s clit and her arousal was already reaching new heights. Her excitement broke like a clap of thunder and she had her first non-self-induced orgasm since that night with Adam all those years ago. Warwick laid her down on her back on the edge of the bed as he undid his breeches. Victoria spread her legs, her exhilaration hiding any embarrassment at the thought of Adam seeing her cunt.

“Open her cunt,” Warwick said to Adam.

Adam wasn’t quite sure what he was meant to do, but he reached over and gently parted Victoria’s outer lips with his fingers, revealing her pink inner lips, swollen with arousal. He pulled her outer lips further apart, which opened her inner lips too, revealing the entrance to her cunt. Warwick knelt on the floor between Victoria’s legs, his cock positioned at the same height as her opening. He positioned his cockhead in her foyer. He pushed into her until he came up against the resistance of her hymen. He pushed hard against portcullis to Victoria’s cunt. Suddenly a stab of pain shot through Victoria as her hymen split slightly and her husband’s cock moved slightly deeper into her. Adam started to massage her clit as she had taught him that special night. Warwick pushed harder and she felt another stab of pain, this time dulled by the excited feelings radiating from Adam’s finger on her clit. One more thrust, one more stab of pain, and Warwick’s cock entered Victoria completely. She was no longer a virgin, the marriage was consummated.

Warwick started to fuck Victoria surprisingly tenderly. The pain in Victoria’s cunt gradually turned to pleasure and her arousal built up. Adam continued to stroke her clit until Victoria felt her orgasm clenching her cunt on her husband’s cock. A few more thrusts and Warwick was coming too, planting his seed in his new wife.

Warwick stood up and pulled up his breeches.

“Now it is your turn. But don’t forget you must pull out of her before you come. We don’t want any bastards.”

The courtier moved between Victoria’s legs and to the spot her husband had just vacated. He pushed into her but had only made a few thrusts when, in embarrassment, he pulled out of her. He was only just in time. His seed fell sterilely onto Victoria’s stomach.

Warwick laughed. “You’ll never satisfy a woman if you finish that quickly. Don’t get so excited. Come, let’s go down to the kitchen. I see we have a new scullery maid that I think we should have some fun with.”

With that, Victoria’s husband and his courtier left the room, leaving just Adam and Victoria. Adam got up and picked up a jug of warm water on the dressing table and poured it into a bowl. Taking a cloth he dipped it into the water. Then he softly wiped Victoria clean, clearing the crust of spunk and blood from her thighs. Gently he ran the cloth over Victoria’s lips, cleaning them. As he moved lower she pulled her knees up to her chest so that he could wipe the blood where it had run down to her arsehole.

“Goodnight Victoria,” said Adam when he had cleaned Victoria completely.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Very much. But I assumed you wouldn’t want me to. I could see how embarrassed you were this afternoon just because I saw your breasts.”

“I am no longer embarrassed, you have seen so much. Now it’s my turn, I want to see you naked. You have always been my special friend so I want you to do something special. I would have liked to lose my virginity to you, but I knew I had to preserve it for my eventual husband. But I have another virginity that I want to give you, that I want you to take. I want you to fuck my arse.”

“I didn’t know such a thing was possible,” said Adam doubtfully.

“Well, I can get my fingers in there, I’m sure I can take your cock too.”

Victoria moved so she was face down over the edge of the bed. She put a hand underneath her so that she could manipulate her clit.

“Start by licking it to get it wet and slippery.”

Adam parted Victoria’s arse cheeks slightly, bent down and experimentally licked Victoria’s arsehole as if he were tasting an exquisite delicacy, which of course he was. As he continued to lick her he started to press his tongue tip harder on the centre of the brown puckered bud, feeling her body relax just a little and open up slightly.

“Now rub my cunt juices all over it.”

Adam pushed a finger between Victoria’s lips and into her cunt. She was already very wet again. He transferred some of the juice from her cunt to her arsehole and started to stroke it with his finger, rolling his fingertip in a small circle right on the bulls-eye, widening her, opening her, gradually feeling his fingertip start to enter her taboo entrance.

“Take your clothes off.”

Adam didn’t need telling twice. Soon he stood there naked. Victoria rolled on her back to get a good look at him for the first time since they were children. His cock stood out proudly. Victoria felt a twinge of excitement at the thought that his cock would soon be planted in her arse, along with a sense of worry that it looked too big. She rolled back on her front.

“Now work a finger into me.”

Adam took some more cunt-juice and smeared it on Victoria’s arsehole. He pushed his finger gently on the centre of her arsehole feeling the tight muscle relax and admit him. Victoria gasped as his finger slid into her forbidden entrance.

“Now a second finger.”

Adam put one finger from his other hand alongside the one in Victoria’s arse. As he pushed it firmly into Victoria he watched as the rosebud of her arsehole bloomed and opened to accommodate him. Soon Adam was fucking Victoria’s arsehole with two fingers. Victoria was almost lost in the intense feelings she had never had before.

“Open me more, until I’m as wide as your cock.”

Adam moved his two fingers wider apart as he continued to slide them in and out of Victoria’s arse. He pushed a third finger into her. She gritted her teeth and groaned at the extreme feeling, not quite pain but not purely pleasure either. She stroked her clit harder to relax her mind.

“OK. Now push your cock into my cunt to lubricate it and then enter my arse. But be gentle.”

Adam moved between Victoria’s legs. He looked down to where Victoria’s cunt was framed between her thighs, the deep cleft of her sex clearly visible with just a hint of her inner lips. He pushed into her. Victoria gasped with pleasure while Adam made a few thrusts working his cock until it was fully in her cunt. Then he withdrew.

He moved his cock to Victoria’s well-prepared hole. He put the point of his cock head right on the centre and gently pushed. He watched as Victoria’s arsehole distended and the pink knob of his cock vanished into Victoria’s virgin tight entrance. Victoria groaned as the initial uncomfortableness mingled with intense pleasure. Her finger scrabbled harder on her clit. Adam pushed deeper, eliciting another groan. He started to make short strokes into her arse, gradually working his cock into the young woman, a little bit deeper each time. Finally his whole cock was buried in her. She could feel Adam’s balls pressed against her outer lips, feel his belly pressed against her buttocks.

“Fuck me hard,” she panted.

Adam pulled his cock back and drove it forward in a long hard stroke into Victoria’s now relaxed arsehole. She squealed with pleasure. As Adam pulled out an orgasm flooded through her. Adam could feel her arsehole trying to milk his cock as her orgasm seemed to go on and on while he continued to fuck her. Adam was thrusting harder now. Victoria felt another orgasm approaching but controlled it, just holding off, not wanting to miss the feeling of Adam coming in her arse by deafening her feelings with her own climax. Adam was thrusting harder now. She knew he was getting close. Then she could feel Adam’s uncoordinated visceral thrusting as his orgasm exploded within him. Warm jets of come squirted deep inside Victoria’s arse. No bastard children could be fathered there.

Adam pulled out of Victoria. Victoria moved up the bed and Adam joined her. They wrapped their arms around each other.

“That will be your special hole,” said Victoria to him quietly. “Nobody else will ever fuck me there, but you can fuck my special secret entrance whenever you want. But there is a condition, you mustn’t fuck any other woman’s arse but mine, not even when you take yourself your own wife.”

Adam kissed Victoria tenderly, sealing the agreement. Victoria felt the throbbing in her arse, a throbbing she would enjoy on a regular basis throughout her long marriage.

So while Victoria’s husband roughly bored into another servant girl, Adam and Victoria lay on her bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.