ONLYFANSThe castle of darnal delights
Lord Edmund sat at the head of the table, his dark eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam. His wife, Lady Isabella, leaned against him, her hand resting lightly on his thigh. Her gown of deep crimson clung to her curves, the neckline daringly low, and her lips were stained the same shade as the wine she sipped. She caught his gaze and smiled, a knowing look passing between them. They had orchestrated this night, after all—a night where the boundaries of propriety would be blurred, if not entirely erased.
Across the room, a knight in polished armor—Sir Roland—caught the eye of a serving maid named Elara. She was young, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the hall and the wine she’d consumed. Her simple dress did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the curve of her hips, and Sir Roland found himself unable to look away. He rose from his seat, his movements deliberate, and approached her.
“You’ve been working hard tonight,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Perhaps you’d care for a moment’s rest?”
Elara glanced up at him, her breath catching at the intensity in his gaze. “I… I shouldn’t,” she stammered, though her body betrayed her words as she took a step closer to him.
“Why not?” he murmured, his hand brushing against hers. “The night is young, and the lord himself encourages… indulgence.”
Her heart raced as she felt his fingers intertwine with hers, and she allowed him to lead her into the shadows of the hall. The music grew softer, more intimate, and the sounds of laughter and conversation faded into the background. Sir Roland pressed her against a stone pillar, his body shielding her from view. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her as if he were mapping her body for the first time.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin until she gasped. His hands found the laces of her dress, tugging them loose until the fabric pooled at her feet. She stood before him, exposed and trembling, but there was no fear in her eyes—only desire.
Sir Roland’s armor clattered to the floor as he stripped it off, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the evidence of his arousal straining against his breeches. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together as his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the pillar.
“Do you want this?” he growled, his voice rough with need.
“Yes,” she breathed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a single thrust, he filled her completely, drawing a cry of pleasure from her lips. He moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke driving her closer to the edge.
With a low growl, Sir Roland pulled Elara from the pillar, his hands gripping her hips with a possessiveness that sent a thrill through her. Her back arched as he guided her to the ground, the cool stone floor pressing against her flushed skin. She gasped as he positioned himself behind her, his body hovering over hers like a predator ready to claim its prey.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as his hands roamed over her curves, squeezing her hips before sliding up to cup her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingertips until she whimpered, her body trembling with need.
Elara’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of him against her entrance, his arousal pressing insistently against her. “Sir Roland, please—” she begged, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He didn’t make her wait. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the cold stone floor as he began to move, his hips driving into her with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body tightening around him as he filled her completely.
“Gods, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he increased his pace. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the hall, mingling with her moans and his grunts of pleasure. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck. He nipped and sucked at her flesh, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of this night.
Elara’s cries grew louder as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. Her fingers clawed at the floor, her body arching to meet his thrusts as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “Sir Roland, I—I can’t—” she gasped, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge.
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. He reached around her, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. He rubbed circles against it, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her.
With a cry, Elara shattered, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Sir Roland didn’t stop, his thrusts growing more erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his groan of satisfaction echoing through the hall.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Slowly, Sir Roland pulled out of her, his hands gently guiding her to turn and face him. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender.
Elara’s heart fluttered at the look in his eyes, but before she could respond, a slow clap echoed through the hall. They both turned to see Lord Edmund standing in the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Well done, Sir Roland,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “It seems you’ve found yourself quite the treasure.”
Elara’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Sir Roland’s grip on her tightened protectively. “My lord,” he said, his tone cautious but respectful.
Lord Edmund stepped closer, his dark eyes raking over Elara’s exposed form. “Don’t let me interrupt,” he said, his smirk widening. “In fact, I think I’d like to join in.”
Elara’s breath caught as Lord Edmund knelt beside them, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. “Such a beautiful creature,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Would you deny your lord the pleasure of tasting what Sir Roland has already enjoyed?”
Sir Roland’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his eyes flickering between Elara and Lord Edmund. Elara’s heart raced as she looked up at the lord, his presence both intimidating and alluring.
“My lord,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Lord Edmund’s fingers trailed up her side, sending shivers down her spine. “Don’t be shy,” he said, his voice a velvet purr. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Before she could respond, he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both demanding and intoxicating. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with a dominance that left her breathless. Her hands instinctively reached for him, tangling in the fabric of his tunic as he deepened the kiss.
Sir Roland watched, his arousal reignited as he saw Elara succumb to Lord Edmund’s advances. His hand moved to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving the scene before him.
Lord Edmund broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until she moaned, her back arching off the ground. His hand slid down her body, parting her thighs as he explored her wetness with his fingers.
“So responsive,” he murmured against her skin, his fingers slipping inside her with ease. He curled them, finding that spot that made her cry out in pleasure. “You’re even more exquisite than I imagined.”
Elara’s head fell back as Lord Edmund’s fingers worked their magic, her body writhing under his touch. She could feel Sir Roland’s eyes on her, his hand moving faster as he watched her unravel under their lord’s ministrations.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lord Edmund chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself between her legs. “As you wish,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
With a single thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Elara cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His pace was relentless, each thrust driving her closer to the edge once more.
Sir Roland couldn’t take it anymore. He moved behind Lord Edmund, his hands gripping the lord’s hips as he positioned himself at Elara’s entrance. With a groan, he pushed inside her alongside Lord Edmund, the sensation overwhelming for all three of them.
Elara’s cries echoed through the hall as they moved in unison, their bodies creating a rhythm that was both chaotic and perfect. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced, each thrust sending her spiraling higher and higher.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear. “Please, don’t stop!”
Lord Edmund’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. Sir Roland followed suit, their movements synchronized as they pushed her over the edge. Elara’s body convulsed as pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her until she was lost in the sensation.
Lord Edmund groaned as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Sir Roland followed moments later, his grip on her hips tightening as he found his own climax.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. Slowly, Lord Edmund and Sir Roland pulled out of her, their eyes meeting over her spent form.
“Well,” Lord Edmund said, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was certainly… enjoyable.”
Sir Roland nodded, his gaze lingering on Elara as she lay between them, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “Indeed,” he agreed, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Elara’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting theirs as a small smile played on her lips. “What happens now?” she asked, her voice soft but curious.
“Now,” Lord Edmund said, his voice low and promising, “we indulge in a different kind of pleasure.” His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he extended a hand to Elara, helping her to her feet. She swayed slightly, her body still humming from the intensity of their earlier encounter. Sir Roland stood as well, his muscular frame towering over her, his gaze hungry and intent.
Lord Edmund led them through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the stone walls. Elara’s heart raced with anticipation, her curiosity piqued by the lord’s cryptic words. They arrived at a private chamber, its opulence evident in the plush rugs, silk drapes, and a large, canopied bed at the center. A table nearby was laden with an array of decadent desserts: glistening fruits, rich chocolates, and a bowl of thick, golden honey.
“Sit,” Lord Edmund commanded gently, guiding Elara to the edge of the bed. She obeyed, her breath catching as he knelt before her, his hands resting on her knees. Sir Roland stood behind her, his fingers brushing her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine.
Lord Edmund dipped his fingers into the bowl of honey, the sticky sweetness clinging to his skin. He brought his hand to Elara’s lips, his voice a soft murmur. “Taste it.” She hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the honey from his fingers. The flavor exploded on her tongue—rich, warm, and intoxicating. A low groan escaped her throat as she sucked gently, her eyes fluttering closed.
Sir Roland’s hands moved lower, skimming over her arms and down to her waist. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “You look exquisite like this,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. His fingers traced the curve of her hip, sending waves of heat through her body.
Lord Edmund withdrew his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Elara’s reaction. He dipped his hand into the honey again, this time spreading it across his own chest, the golden liquid glistening against his tanned skin. “Come here,” he said, his tone commanding yet inviting. Elara leaned forward, her tongue trailing along the sticky trail of honey on his chest. The taste of him mingled with the sweetness, and she moaned softly, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance.
Sir Roland’s hands moved to the ties of her dress, loosening them with practiced ease. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her waist and exposing her breasts to the cool air. His lips found the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered, “Let us see how much more you can take.”
Elara’s breath hitched as Lord Edmund guided her to kneel before him, his fingers tangling in her hair. He dipped another finger into the honey, this time smearing it along the length of his cock, already hard and throbbing. “Lick it clean,” he ordered, his voice thick with need. Her eyes widened, but the hunger in his gaze spurred her on. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the sticky sweetness from base to tip, her lips wrapping around him as she took him into her mouth.
Sir Roland’s hands roamed over her bare back, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they lingered. He reached around to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch. “You’re so eager,” he murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “Such a good girl.”
Lord Edmund groaned as Elara’s mouth worked him, her tongue swirling and sucking with increasing fervor. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm as he thrust gently into her mouth. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure. “Take all of me.”
Sir Roland’s hands moved lower, slipping between her thighs to find her already wet and ready. His fingers teased her entrance, circling slowly before sliding inside. Elara moaned around Lord Edmund’s cock, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses. Her hips rocked against Sir Roland’s hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure.
Lord Edmund pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. He reached for the bowl of honey once more, this time drizzling it over Elara’s breasts. The sticky liquid pooled in the valley between them, and he leaned in to lick it away, his tongue hot and insistent against her skin. “You taste divine,” he murmured, his lips closing around one nipple and sucking gently.
Sir Roland added another finger, stretching her as he curled them inside her, hitting that spot that made her gasp and arch into his touch. “You’re so tight,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you around me.”
Elara’s head fell back, her body trembling as pleasure coursed through her. She was caught between them, their hands and mouths everywhere at once, each touch driving her closer to the edge. Lord Edmund’s lips moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her nipple as he sucked hard enough to make her cry out. Sir Roland’s fingers worked her faster, his thumb circling her clit in tight, deliberate strokes.
“Please,” Elara gasped, her voice breaking as she teetered on the brink of release. “I need… I need more.”
Lord Edmund pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he met Sir Roland’s gaze. “Shall we give her what she craves?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.
Sir Roland nodded, withdrawing his fingers and stepping back to remove the last of his clothing. Lord Edmund did the same, their bodies now fully exposed and ready. They positioned Elara on the bed, her legs spread wide as they knelt between them.
Lord Edmund leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a searing kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
Elara nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered back, her body trembling with anticipation.
He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Elara moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size. Sir Roland moved behind her, lifting her hips slightly as he pressed against her other entrance. She tensed for a moment, but he kissed the curve of her neck, murmuring soothing words as he began to push in.
The sensation was overwhelming—stretching, filling, consuming. Elara cried out as they began to move in unison, their bodies rocking against hers in a rhythm that left no part of her untouched. Lord Edmund’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Sir Roland’s movements were slower but no less intense, the dual sensations driving her wild.
“You feel incredible,” Lord Edmund growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her harder. “So tight, so perfect.”
Sir Roland’s breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re taking us so well. Such a good girl.”
Elara’s body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. She could feel herself spiraling toward release, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. “I’m close,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “So close.”
Lord Edmund’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. Sir Roland followed suit, their movements synchronized as they pushed her over the edge. Elara’s body convulsed as pleasure exploded through her, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her until she was lost in the sensation.
Lord Edmund groaned as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Sir Roland followed moments later, his grip on her hips tightening as he found his own climax.
For a moment, they stayed like that—breathless, tangled together—before Lord Edmund finally pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Well,” he said, his voice rough but amused. “Shall we see what other delights await us tonight?”