The blame lay at his feet, not hers. The words just refused to come out right. She had them all mapped out in her head, arguments lined up perfectly. ...Yet when it came time to speak, her composure slipped and all that escaped were shallow retorts. ‘Now, now, Will,’ said the king, ‘the Lady Emory has been a fine marshal so far.’ Duke Ambrose’s expression slipped for a moment, but he composed himself so quickly that Rose doubted anyone else noticed. ‘Of course, your majesty. I have nothing against. No longer would she return from the solstice night carrying a merrily-begotten child within her womb. No, that road was closed long ago. And good that it was.The clan needed her now, not for any children she might bear, but for her wisdom and her skills. She knew what her role was: she performed it well. She eased childbirth. She set broken bones. She listened to the petty squabbles and voiced a wisdom cured with experience. She remembered the chants that brought the rain. Yes, she was still a. I got up and pulled her up bent her over and started to put my cock in her ass she asked me to be gentle I nodded and slid in she begged for more,and she said it felt good but wanted to feel my cum in her pussy. I pulled out and entered her from behind she said do as I pleased as she had wanted me to fuck her since the first day she met me I had a hot body and had played with herself many nights thinking of me fucking her sister.I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy as the jucies where. My knickers were wet! I ran away from you out intothe garden like some stupid little heroine in a Victorian melodrama. The nightwas cool, though not cold from the strangely hot spring day. I breathed in,listened to the soft sounds of night, tried to control my emotions. After I thought I had regained some control I walked back towards the house.You were there, standing against the doorframe. "I'm sorry. I must just seem like a silly little girl to you." "No. I understand. I wont bite you know..