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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
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               Droit de Seigneur

The procession wound up the path from the village to
the Manor house. The Lord of the Manor stood looking
out the window at the villagers dancing up the lane.
They were well along in their liquid celebrations. The
bride was at the head of the procession. She was
carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers and had some
ribbon wound in her hair. She's not unattractive, the
Lord thought. She had washed her face and hands for
her wedding celebration. This might be a pleasant
night.

Droit de Seigneur, the Right of the Lord. Lord Otto,
the eighth of his line to hold this fief in fealty to
the Count Burgundy smiled. Every bride was brought on
her wedding eve to the manor where they spent their
first night of marriage in his bed.

Last year the Burgher of the village had arranged to
have his daughter wed the week that Lord Otto made his
annual trek to the seat of the Count to reaffirm his
loyalty and present gifts to the Count and Countess.
It was a nuisance and an expensive custom but one,
which the lords of the province knew, was in their
best interests. Lord Otto returned to find the
Burgher's daughter married and the village in an
uproar. It seems the Burgher's daughter knowing that
as the Burgher's daughter she would of course spend
her first night at the Lord's manor had dallied with a
boy in the village. Her new husband's family had taken
umbrage that his new wife was no longer virgin. They
had risked the displeasure of the Lord to assure just
that. The Burgher and the bridegroom's father had come
to blows in the village square. Since then the village
families were much more careful when their daughter
seemed to look forward to her night in the Manor
knowing it covered a multitude of sins. 

A smile crossed his face as he thought back. He had
come into the title young. Our Most Gracious Heavenly
Father had called his father, the seventh of the line,
in the spring of Otto's seventeenth year. He had been
the Lord for over twenty years. How many girls had
been brought to him since then? Scores certainly. He
was no longer surprised when a virgin bride seemed to
know more than would be expected. Many of them rutted
like a stoat in heat. Oh yes, the Droit de Seigneur
covered a multitude of sins.

This girl seemed as though she might really be a
virgin. She looked to have no more than thirteen
years. It was much more usual for a bride to be
fourteen or fifteen. One lass last winter had been
eighteen on her wedding day. But she had no dowry and
was ugly as well so her late marriage was not
unexpected. 

He should be heading down to the entrance hall. Custom
demanded that he personally welcome the girl. He
turned from the window and looked over his chamber.
His wife had thoughtfully turned down the bed. His
was, of course, a marriage of convenience. She was the
first daughter of a neighboring lord and the marriage
was in partial payment for a trading right conferred
by his father-in-law to his father. She had given him
three sons and two daughters before her womb had dried
up. She was quite happy now as the lady of the manor
entertaining wandering minstrels and wives of the
Burghers in the villages of his fief. She encouraged
him to find his entertainment as he could. The nunnery
in the province was a good place to find such
entertainment. The nuns offered services for a fee.
Saint Tomas Aquinas, following Saint Augustine's
advice, had encouraged the church to establish
brothels and many Bishops, realizing the monetary
possibilities of such services, had readily agreed.
St. Tomas hadn't reckoned with the ecclesiastical
authorities turning nunneries into brothels to
accomplish this purpose. Between the Droit de
Seigneur, the nuns and some widows who could always
use a chicken for the pot he found his appetites well
satisfied.

Arriving in the Great Hall, Otto was pleased to see
the wedding procession was being escorted to the hall.
The father stepped forward. "Milord. I wish to present
my daughter, Anne."

Otto stepped forward and accepted the bows. "I am most
pleased to meet your daughter. How may I be of
service?"

"Milord. My daughter has this day been trothed to
Heinrich the farmer who has much land in grapes and is
a loyal bondsman of the manor. It would be a great
boon to all if you were to bestow your blessing on
this happy event."

Otto looked at the girl, her head down demurely. She
was a fair girl but did look young to be wed. "I will
bestow my blessing on this union." The processioners
shouted their approval. Otto raised his hands to quiet
them. "Chamberlain. Ho Chamberlain. Serve my guests
wine in the courtyard." To even greater shouts, "All
are invited to the courtyard to join in the
celebration."

The rough men trooped out to the courtyard singing
lewd drinking songs and making crude jests about the
coming night. The father stayed behind until the
tumult had quieted. He took his daughter's hand.
"Daughter." She glanced up. "Tonight you serve the
lord of the manor. Do not embarrass your mother or
me."

"Father, I will not."

He patted her hand. "You are a good daughter." He
turned to Lord Otto. "Milord. She is my only
daughter..."

"Good man. I will treat her as one of my own manor.
She will have honor this eve."

Bowing, "Thank you Milord." He took a last look at his
daughter and retreated to the courtyard. In the
courtyard the manor servants were pouring every man a
tankard of wine and sending them on their way. 

Otto turned to Anne. "Come. We will have food." She
followed behind as he headed down a hall to the dining
room. The table was being set with food as he entered.
Taking his seat at the table he motioned her to sit at
his left, the seat of honor. It was the only night of
her life when she would attain such honors. It was a
moment to be treasured. She sat in the high-backed
chair and stared at her plate.

"Come girl, look up. You can't eat staring at the
plate."

"Yes Milord." She looked around the room. All these
servants. What would it be like to live this way? As a
peasant she was virtually indentured to the Manor. Her
life mapped at her birth. Marriage, children and an
early demise all accompanied by unremitting toil. 

Otto drew a tray to him with a roast pullet on it. He
daintily tore off one leg and set it on her plate. The
other leg he ripped off and set on his own. He wiped
his greasy hands on the table before grabbing the leg
and setting to. Anne gazed at the Lord appreciative of
his manners. She took the leg in hand and started
eating. It was long since she had this much meat at a
meal. Meat was usually reserved for feast days and
even then was sparing.

Otto ripped the flesh from the bones proud that at his
advanced age of thirty-seven he still had all his
teeth. "How is the pullet girl?"

"It is wonderful Milord. It is many months since we
had such in our house."

"Good then. Eat your fill. It will give you strength
for the night." Anne blushed. "Don't blush girl. This
eve is not for blushing virgins. Tonight you'll
straddle the Lord of the Manor and in the morn be a
woman indeed."

He grabbed the flagon of wine and poured a cup full
for himself. He set the flagon down for Anne. She
poured some in her cup and then poured water in to top
it off in the manner of the peasants.

Otto belched loudly to show his appreciation for the
meal before tearing off another handful of pullet and
setting it on his plate. Out of the common bowl he
grabbed some stewed vegetable and set those on Anne's
plate and some on his. He continued to attack the food
until he was full. Anne had downed her share of the
food as well. He sat back pleased that he girl had
enjoyed the repast. He wiped the grease from his beard
on his hand and then on the table. 

He filled her cup from the flagon and topped off his.
"Drink it pure girl. This is fine wine from my own
estate."

"Thank you Milord. I have never had better."

Otto smiled. He was passionate about his wine. "Indeed
so girl. Those lackeys in Bordeaux brag about the foul
slop they call wine. Here," he said pointing at the
flagon. "Here is wine that our own Lord Jesus would
serve on his Heavenly table. Why, everyone knows that
it was good Burgundy wine that was shipped to
Jerusalem and served by Our Lord at the Last Supper.
The Benedictine abbot has told me that the grapes came
from this region. Maybe from my own demesne." He
downed his cup in a gulp, "Ahhh. This is nectar of the
Gods indeed."

Otto sat back pleased with the dinner. "Have you had
enough food girl?"

"Yes Milord. I could not eat again for many days."

"Hah. We'll see if you still say that after our work
this eve. Come morn I expect you'll have revived your
appetite. Don't you blush girl." Anne looked down to
hide her face. "Hmm, perhaps by the morn you'll not be
blushing at every turn."

Otto stood up from the table. "Come girl." Anne stood
and followed Otto down a hall and then up a flight of
stairs. Down another hall Otto stopped in front of a
great wooden door. He pushed it open and stood aside.
He motioned her forward. 

She entered the room. Anne stopped just across the
threshold. Her head spun with the beauty of the room.
She looked at the great bed never having seen the like
in her life. A usual bed was a board with some straw
or reeds. How could she have imagined anything the
like of what was before her? A great mattress filled
with down. Draped over the bed was a quilt also filled
with down. Brightly colored tapestries hung everywhere
softening the rough stone walls. A rug covered the
floor. Anne stepped forward into the dream room. She
was fortunate beyond belief to be spending one night
of her life in such luxury. Stepping on the rug,  the
softness was apparent even through her clogs. She ran
her hands over the bed feeling the softness of the
down filled mattress. 

Otto stepped through the door and closed it softly
behind. He had seen many peasant girls thralled by the
opulence of his room. How many had ever seen a rug or
a tapestry in person? How many had ever felt a down
quilt.

Lord Otto softened his countenance. He no longer need
be the Lord. Now he could be just a man. He had
learned from experience how to be gentle in the night
with a new girl. His first few times entertaining a
new bride he was rough and hurried. Some of the girls
had left in the morn with tears in their eyes. But his
wife had taught him to be a gentler lover. He took a
Gallic pride in his abilities to leave the girls with
a smile. Oh yes, many girls left in the morning with
smiles and memories of their one glorious night being
treated like the lady of the manor. 

Of course the girls came to the manor knowing much
already. Peasants lived in one room huts or hovels and
grew watching their parents rut. Anne and her brothers
would sneak to the edge of the loft often when their
parents would couple. They would poke each other as
they watched. They would silently giggle watching
their father bounce between their mother's thighs.
When Anne felt the winds of change blowing through her
body she surveyed the scene in rapt attention feeling
strangely uneasy. Her body was doing strange things
now. In the past year it had affected her deeply when
she observed her parents couple. She began to look
forward to her marriage and wondered what it would
feel like to have a man between her thighs. Would she
moan as her mother did? What will it be like when the
Lord pierces her with his cock?

"Anne?"

Anne started from her reminisce. "Yes Milord?"

"How many years have you?"

"Thirteen Milord."

"Is that not young to be trothed?"

"Yes Milord a little. I came to my womanhood early
Milord. My parents, in their wisdom, plighted my troth
to Heinrich the farmer. My Father believes that a girl
should be wed soon after coming to her womanhood. It
leaves less time for a girl to find trouble. It is a
good match. He has a large vineyard which he tends for
Milord and many goats, hens and geese. There is a
goodly size garden also."

"Yes, I know Heinrich. His father worked the vineyard
for many years. Both good men. Excellent grapes as
well." He lifted a cup. "I will toast to you. May you
have many children and much wealth with Heinrich."

"Thank you Milord." Anne wandered over to the window.
"Oh Milord. You can see all the village from here."
Pointing, "Over there is the vineyard. I can see the
river as well." Turning to Otto. "What is it like
Milord, to look from your window and know that all you
see is yours?" 

"Not as wonderful as you might deem it. When you have
land every man wishes it for himself. Every
neighboring lord might one day try to seize my land. I
must always be on guard. It is a heavy burden at
times. But come lass. Tonight is not the night for
such talk. Tonight is for joy."

"Yes Milord." She turned from the window and came to
the center of the room. Anne stood looking to Otto. It
was time.

He came to her. She put her head down but he put his
finger under her chin and gently lifted it. He smiled
at her. "Tonight Anne, I am not the Lord of the Manor.
Tonight I am a simple man. We are a man and woman
together." He leaned down and pressed his lips to
hers. He pulled her body to his. He felt her relax and
let her body mold to his.

Otto stepped back and started to untie his jerkin. As
Anne watched, he pulled it off and then pulled off his
hose and shoes. He waited. Anne stepped from her
clogs. She untied the rough sash from around her waist
and pulled the simple dress over her head. She let it
drop to the rug. 

He looked comely to Anne. Unlike peasants the lord
washed weekly so he was not crusted with old dirt and
grime. His cock stood erect and proud. 

Otto appraised the young girl before him. She had very
small breasts which were still developing. Her mound
was only partially covered with soft downy hair that
did not hide her womanly treasure. He extended his
hand and led her to the bed. 

"Join me," he said pointing to the bed.

Anne lay on the bed and felt lost in the soft embrace
of the mattress. It was wonderful. Otto joined her on
the bed. 

"Milord..." she said with a worried tone.

Otto put his finger to her lips. "Shush." He leaned
over her and pressed his lips to hers. It was a long
melting kiss. Anne moaned quietly. She felt his hand
on her belly and she trembled. It moved across her
soft flesh closer and closer to her breasts. Anne felt
her skin becoming warm and she experienced strange
feelings again. There was warmth and dampness between
her legs. The fingers found her breasts, circling
them, then closing on her nipple. She gasped at the
sensation. 

He broke the kiss and moved his head down until his
lips found her breast. Taking the nipple between his
lips he sucked and nipped and then laved it with his
tongue. He moved to the other breast and lavished it
with his attention. Anne felt the warmth rising in her
loins. She was becoming wet.

Otto moved his hand down between her legs and pushed
them apart. His finger found her slit and insinuated
itself there. She groaned at the sensation as the
finger found her center. He moved his finger over her,
back and forth. Anne was inundated with sensations to
her breasts and nipples and cleft. The wetness poured
forth and his fingers spread it over her. She began to
moan. Now she knew why her mother moaned. It was torn
from her by intense feelings which demanded release. 

Otto moved over the small girl. He placed himself at
the entrance to her maidenhood. He pushed forward and
felt her part to accept him. 

'Oh My Lord' her mind screamed. Anne had never felt
anything like this. Her mother had talked to her on
her wedding eve. She had said that the first time
would bring some pain and blood. But Anne had no idea
that she would feel so stretched, like she was being
filled completely and then more. It moved deeper into
her and she felt it reach and then breach her
maidenhead. As it stabbed into her there was a sharp
ripping pain. Otto lay still for a moment as she
spasmed around his girth. Then he was moving deeper
into her. When she believed she could take no more he
reversed and pulled back out.

Anne let out a small sigh as the pressure eased. Then
she felt the thing pushing in again. Only this time it
seemed to fill her whole body. Anne gasped at the
pressure. Once again the pressure relented as he
pulled back. Anne braced for the next plunge but when
it came it was different. It seemed to be much easier.
She still felt some pain where her maidenhead had been
parted but the intense pressure was disappearing. As
the uncomfortable feeling departed, new feelings
emerged. On every stroke Anne started to feel
wonderful sensations emanating from where her body was
joined to his. When he plunged into her and his body
rubbed hers there was a burst of pleasure. Anne began
to welcome the thrusts.

Otto felt Anne stiffen under him and then gradually
relax. Soon she was responding to the thrusts. The
look of pain disappeared from her face and was
replaced by a look of passion. Her hips started to
move in a natural and unconscious rhythm with his. She
was now seeking pleasure just as he was. Otto moved in
small circles and deep strokes trying to bring the
young girl to the heights of passion. He felt it was a
duty to introduce the new bride to passion as well as
he possibly could. All the years of experience
introducing virgins to the world of sensual pleasure
came into play. He massaged her nipples as he stroked
deeply into her. He held his body high to increase the
pressure of his strokes against her most intimate
parts.

Anne was lost in a world of new sensation. Her world
narrowed until it was subsumed in her body: fingers on
breasts, pudenda pressing pudenda, shaft plunging into
her well, skin rubbing skin. She felt a tension
building in her body. Her heart raced and her chest
felt hot. Sweat broke on her face and her muscles went
rigid.

He felt Anne go rigid under him. All the signs were
foretelling the coming cataclysm. He let his own
pleasure take him. He felt the pressure rising from
his groin and the familiar rumblings began. Anne
moaned and mewled under him and her hands dug into the
soft mattress. Otto let his own climax take him. He
poured his seed forth.

Anne felt a burst of pleasure and dug her hands into
the soft bed. The feelings exploded in her body. It
was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Pleasure
radiated from her body and euphoria overtook her mind.
She felt Lord Otto come to rest over her and realized
he was panting from his exertions. She moved under him
enjoying the feelings in her loins. She felt inundated
with the wetness of their coupling. Otto pulled
himself from her and collapsed next to her. As his
body left hers she felt a sense of loss, of emptiness.


Otto turned to her and wrapped her in his arms. Anne
nestled against his chest. This had been the most
amazing experience of her thirteen years. He gently
stroked her hair. They lay like that and Anne felt a
complete lassitude overtaking her. The world faded
around her.

She awoke in the morning to bright sun streaming in
the window. Otto had risen and was standing by the
window.

"Time to rise lass. Your husband will soon be here to
claim you."

"Yes Milord." Anne rolled from the bed saddened to
know she would never again sleep on something so soft.
She picked up her dress and drew it on. Found the sash
and tied it round her. She noticed the ribbon had come
loose and tried to pull it from her hair.

"Use the mirror girl," he said pointing to a table. 

"Thank you Milord.' On the table was a circle of
silver polished to gleaming brightness. She gently
picked it up. It was worth more than her family would
earn in two years. She had never touched a mirror
before. She marveled at her face, her gaze lost in the
mirror.

"The ribbon," he said chuckling.

"Certainly Milord." Anne pulled the remaining ribbon
from her hair. She put the mirror down glancing at it
long after it had left her hand.

"Let us hie girl. I see men coming up the way." He led
her out of the room and down to the entry hall. In the
hall he stopped and waited for her. "Anne, I will
always remember our night together. Soon your husband
will claim you and I will no longer have any rights.
But I will always remember."

Anne smiled at him. "Milord thank you. It was a
marvelous eve. The bed, the mirror and the night. I
have neer felt anything the like of that."

Otto smiled. "I am glad. I see you no longer are
blushing."

Anne laughed with him. "No Milord. Indeed not. You
have fulfilled your duty. I am now ready for my
husband."

There was a clatter on the steps and they turned to
see her father, husband and a few men of the village.
The men looked the worse for their night of drinking.

"Milord. I have come to claim my daughter."

"She is not yours to claim. I give her to Heinrich
with my blessing. Come good man and claim your wife." 

Heinrich stepped froward and took Anne by the hand.
"Thank you for your blessing Milord." He started to
back toward the door. The men all bowed and turned to
go. Anne glanced back over her shoulder. His face was
stilled with a look of regret and longing. Her heart
leapt out to his as their eyes locked. She would
always remember this night, this moment. His face
softened as he seemed to read her thoughts. A faint
smile came to his face. He bowed his head in
acknowledgement. The Lord of the Manor was bowing to
her. She turned and followed her husband out of the
manor and into her new life.


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