Duty to Love (12 page)

“I can’t believe how lucky we are,” James had said. “I
know I am lucky in the first place that you were willing to share Amelia with
me, but every time I think back to our night, and morning, together I am amazed
at the liberties she allowed. I have never been so fortunate with another
woman. Not that I could have felt the same about another woman, even if they
had been so willing.”

“I feel the same,” Arthur had said.

“It makes me wonder.”

“Wonder what, James? I know you. You are fishing for
something.”

James had laughed.
“Maybe.
It’s just that I’ve heard of other men sharing women, oh not like us on a
permanent basis.
But sharing a whore, when there weren’t many
to go around”.

“And?”

“And well they both took her at the same time, one in
her pussy and one in her ass. And before you say anything, I’m not just
thinking about me and my pleasure. I’ve heard that a woman can find it
intensely pleasurable.”

“I never took you for one to listen to soldiers’
gossip. Not that I’d object to anything if Amelia was enjoying it,” Arthur had
said in conclusion.

James fully intended to test out whether Amelia might
enjoy it. He was honest enough to admit, to himself at least, that it would
give him immense satisfaction to feel bound to Amelia in a way no one else was,
to connect with her by being her first in this way, to introduce her to a
particular pleasure. He would have to see how she responded. This would be new
for him, too.

****

That evening they all retired to the library. It felt
like a room where they could all be themselves away from their titles or the
roles they inhabited, for it wasn’t a space that was normally associated with
any one of them, although it was a room Arthur was particularly fond of. He had
sold off ornaments, artwork, and pieces of his mother’s jewellery, but the
library had been left intact.

There were two leather armchairs facing the fire.
Arthur confidently strode to the one on the left and with a flick of his eyes
indicated to James to take the other.

Before Amelia could protest he drew her along with him
and settled her onto his lap, eliciting a small squeak of surprise.

James laughed. “After the last day, does anything
still shock you, my love?”

It gave Arthur a thrill to hear James being so
affectionate with Amelia. She was indeed their love.

“I think she blushes still, James.” Being able to
tease her together—that was a fine pleasure. “Shall we see how far this
delightful colour spreads?”

Arthur’s fingers toyed with the lace edging along the
neckline of Amelia’s dress. He watched her eyelashes sweep upwards and found
himself
staring into the depths of her eyes. The dark
centres rapidly expanded for him to lose himself in.

It was still too soon for all of this to seem real.
The weight of Amelia, her skin against his fingertips, even the scent of her so
close for him to inhale all had a touch of magic enhancing it. Arthur indulged
himself, undoing the delicate buttons holding the bodice of Amelia’s dress
together slowly, sliding one hand inside to capture the generous weight of a
breast. He wanted to savour her this time, tease her to the edge of pleasure if
possible. If her breathy moans were any indication his plan was progressing
well.
 

Should he pinch her nipples yet? The little buds were
calling to him, but gently squeezing and releasing her breast was already
having such an effect. He was tempted to tarry.
 

James was clearly not unaffected either. With his legs
splayed wide a growing bulge was prominently displayed at the apex of his
trousers.

“Would you like it if James stroked himself for you,
Amelia?” Arthur wondered what visual and verbal stimulation Amelia might enjoy.

“
Mmm
.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” In pursuit of Amelia’s enhanced pleasure Arthur
enjoyed gently exerting his control.

“Yes, please!” Her immediate response was everything
Arthur could have asked for, without needing to.

James appeared eager to oblige, taking his eyes off
the scene in front of him to look at what he was doing.
 
He was unfastening his trousers and releasing
his erection.

Amelia was watching every movement, and Arthur took
the opportunity to jolt her attention back to him by pressing forefinger and
thumb together with her nipple trapped between.

“How about you, James?
Do
you like what you can see, or would you like to see a little bit more?”

“Definitely … a little … bit …
more.”James’s
words were carefully enunciated in time with the movements of his hand wrapped
tight around his cock.

Moving carefully, so as not to break the intensity
binding the three of them together, Arthur lifted Amelia up and away from him,
clasping her shoulders gently to ensure she was steady on her feet. Once he was
sure she’d found her balance he bent forward to grip the hem of her dress and
began lifting it, one slow centimetre at a time.

James flashed a cheeky grin. “Now that’s a sight for a
sore cock.”

Arthur faltered in his movements as an involuntary
chuckle burst from his chest.

“Why do I think you’re not talking about a bird?”
Amelia asked.

Still laughing Arthur responded to Amelia’s
interjection. “Quite right, my love, men like to call their manhood a cock on
occasion. “

“Cock.”

Both men groaned as Amelia tested the sound of the
word, which clearly only inspired her to try it again. “I like looking at your
cocks
.”
 

“Get her back under control, Arthur.” James’s tone was
teasing, but Arthur sensed an undercurrent of urgency to it, especially when
James then turned to Amelia, “or you’ll become the chicken to my pouncing fox.”

In one swift move Arthur lifted Amelia’s dress over
her head, leaving her in a significantly more transparent and accessible
chemise and stockings.

 
“Better,
James?”

“Infinitely.”

While Amelia stood before him Arthur took the
opportunity to unfasten his own trousers. They had been getting damn
uncomfortable. Even at this stage of the affair, before any extensive physical
contact, Arthur found himself fully engorged. He shouldn’t be surprised. His
life had never been so sexually or emotionally exciting before.

“Amelia, do you remember how you rode James this
morning?” Arthur asked as a reminder. He didn’t for one moment think she’d
forgotten; her willingness and obvious enjoyment of their sexual interludes
spoke of it meaning as much to her as him.

“How could I forget? It was only this morning.” Amelia
teased, before confirming Arthur’s belief in how much their physical acts meant
to her. “It was remarkable, James inside me, but also the excitement of moving
up and down him. I felt so free, my heart nearly left my body, and yet at the
same time so safe with my body and heart tethered to you both.”

“I would love it if you rode me,” Arthur said guiding
her backwards, “just a little different, so James can join in, too. If I tuck
my legs together can you kneel with your legs either side? No don’t turn. Keep
facing James.”

“Like this?”

Using the sturdy arms of the chair, which was
accommodatingly wide, Amelia had managed to follow his instructions.

“Perfect, now comes the slightly tricky bit.” Arthur
gripped his cock in one hand and rested the other on the indentation of
Amelia’s waist, pulling down gently to help coax her into position. She moved
slowly. It was agonising. She was still so tight, and yet her downwards
momentum was forcing her beautifully slick flesh to stretch around him.

Arthur resisted lifting his hips upwards, despite the
fact that this made his legs tense and a light tremble invade. The groan rising
in his chest could not be held back, and with an exhalation of relief he let
the deep sound erupt.

Amelia responded with a more delicate, breathy and
less guttural, moan of her own as she sank the final distance, seating herself
and bringing them tightly flesh to flesh.

With hands eagerly out of control Arthur pulled Amelia
tightly to him and felt her up and down, stroking the smooth swell of her
stomach, squeezing the swells of her
breasts ,
giving her
nipples a moment or two of attention with the pull and flick of his fingertips
and sending them down to part her folds and rub her little nubbin. Her panting
and wriggling urged Arthur to increase the speed of his movements, and he
worried that once again he would climax before establishing any thrusts or
rhythm. He just wanted it to last a little bit longer, just a little.

James interrupting gave him a much needed pause from
the vigorous lovemaking it had become.

“So where’s the part where I get involved, as if I
have to watch this much longer I’m going to spill all over myself,” James said.

“Move … your … chair closer.” Arthur’s breathing was
laboured.

James quickly dragged the heavy item forward,
rucking
up the rug in the process. Arthur didn’t care if it
was damaged and spared it less than a glance. He was quickly moving to lean
forward, pushing Amelia forward as he did so. Resting one hand on her back he
continued to put pressure on her back. It didn’t take her long to understand
his intentions, and she took over lowering herself forward, moving her arms to
rest on James’s thighs. With a little bit of shifting, so that they were all at
the edges of the chairs, and some sensuous stretching on Amelia’s part, Arthur
could still feel all the benefits of being embedded in Amelia whilst her mouth
hovered just above James’s cock.

Arthur watched as James sent his hands sliding into
Amelia’s tresses. He felt
a closeness
among the three
of them that eclipsed all the previous feelings of connectedness he’s experienced
in the last day. With Amelia at the centre this was a level of sharing and
giving pleasure to Amelia that even Arthur had not anticipated. He truly
wouldn’t mind if James wanted to experiment further.

The focus was very definitely Amelia though, and now
Arthur could begin to slide her forward on his cock, guiding her with his hands
and pushing her with his hips. There seemed no impediment, so although he could
not quite see because of the angle, he assumed Amelia had taken James into her
mouth. With groans of mingled pleasure and relief he established a rhythm.

It didn’t last long, but Arthur decided to take pride
at how much longer that the first time it had lasted. “I’m nearly there,” he said.

“God, yes, me, too, she’s so fucking beautiful.”

James threw his head back, neck tendons stretched
tight, groaning his completion. Arthur assumed Amelia swallowed.

He gave one last thrust forward and held himself still
inside of Amelia, on the very precipice of pleasure. Then he reached one hand
round, feeling his way to the centre of her pleasure, and
 
her little bud in particular and began
sliding and rubbing his fingers
 
around
it feverishly and with as much coordination as he could muster. It was enough.
Amelia began to tremble in his arms. She lifted upwards, back bowing as she
keened her pleasure. Arthur felt her inner contractions and let go, his seed
pulsing into her body in rhythm.

Sitting with Amelia curled in his arms, and James
seated not far away, the part of Arthur’s mind still functioning revelled in
the thought that he had what he had always wanted, and a happiness he had
always dreamed of could be his. He would be able to do his duty, to his family,
his title, his brother, his wife, his people, and he would have love. He was
glad he could do his duty to love.

****

James wondered if Amelia was completely sated.
Lethargy was stealing over his body, but if instructed by his thoughts he knew
it could become animated once again.

The scene that had just played out had been intensely
erotic. James hadn’t wanted to wrest the role of director from Arthur. Now,
though, he fancied his own turn in charge, if Amelia was receptive.

He’d give Arthur a few more minutes holding Amelia and
then see if he could stir her interest. It was soothing just being able to
watch her and Arthur together, so still, so relaxed. They looked beautifully
dishevelled. Well, Amelia was beautiful in her dishevelment. Arthur was just
part of the same picture.

 
Amelia was so
full of vitality he didn’t remember having any previous opportunity to just
study her at peace.
The curls of her hair a cloud around her
face, undisturbed by air.
The smooth line of her small nose as if it
were the centre point of a perfect picture.
 
Her mouth invitingly parted for breath not speech, all the more full of
the potential to be filled and innocently alluring,
The
entire drape of her body so artful. They would have to have her portrait
painted. It was a shame neither he nor James could paint and capture the beauty
of moments like this: the hints of flesh and form and the little details of
intimacy that only lovers shared. It was moments like this that James wanted to
build a treasure pile of. Emeralds fashioned of sex on the grass, diamonds
formed of foreplay watched in mirrors, rubies made from fucking in front of the
fire, gold…