The Inherited Mistress: A Medieval Erotica

Lucy has had a comfortable life as mistress to an elderly, undemanding man. When a new lord comes to their keep, will she be able to satisfy him and keep her place? EXPLICIT: EXPLICIT: This erotic short story contains explicit heterosexual sex, with a man taking his new servant for his pleasure. Excerpt: "Help me with my boots," he ordered, and sat on the low stool by the fire, extending his legs. She dropped down between them and began to work at the laces, days on the road having drawn them tight enough she had to worry at them with her fingernails. "Do you want me to call for some hot water?" she said, wrinkling her nose as she pulled the second boot off. He wore a soldier's footwraps and breeches instead of hose, and the smell of them after his travels wasn't so pleasant. "If you'll scrub me clean," he said cheerfully, and Lucy ran out to the passage; a maid lurked at the corner, ready for a command, and she ran when Lucy called out for water. The lord had stripped down to his skin when she came back, dropping his filthy clothes into a corner. Lucy moved them outside the door where the maid could fetch them, and looked him over. "Don't stare, girl," he said impatiently. "Get over here." He folded his arm around her waist and drew her close, bending to nuzzle at the curve of her neck, the growth of his beard soft enough she only giggled at its scrape. His body was solid against hers, calloused here and scarred there. Hair down his chest and belly, scratchy under her soft palms, and he was muscled heavily, from the slope of his shoulders to the girth of his hips.