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done it say it was the best night of his life.
    Another soldier had talked of fucking two sisters at the same time, but to Hammond that was a waste. A man had only one prick, so what use were two cunts, excerpt to take one after the other.
    He knocked on the solar door and entered to find Rhys already there, sitting before the fire. The solar was always warm as it shared the same chimney as the great hall, so even when the solar fire died out at night, there was heat rising into the room from the great hall below.
    Lord Rhys nodded to him. “Bar the door, my friend.”
    “Wade said Lord Devon told him that when Lord Jeffrey burned Rhys’s manor house defenses, the fire was more than they’d expected. Some of the household grain and meat stores were burned as well, so he has not got enough to last through winter, even with the new crops to be harvested soon.” Elinor’s eyes were filled with worry. Hammond wanted to smooth her face until the worry lines disappeared and tell her all would be well. Unfortunately, there were battles to be fought before that could be true.
    “That is bad news indeed, but it changes nothing. We always knew he’ll attack as soon as the harvest is reaped. However, we may bring forward our plans for hunting. We don’t want to wait until his men have hunted through the woods and no bigger beasts are left. Netting birds is all very well, but it talks a lot of birds to feed a castle.”
    “Exactly. Tomorrow we’ll plan a boar hunt. Two or three large boars will feed the stronghold for many weeks,” said Lord Rhys.
    “I was wondering about that. Can you capture a sow’s piglets? You may kill the sow as well if you wish, but I think we could try to raise some piglets,” said Lady Elinor.
    “How are we going to feed three or even four piglets all winter?” asked Lord Rhys.
    “They eat insects and grubs, and worms. The children can dig them from the edges of the fishponds and fields until it snows. After that, they’ll have to eat vegetable scraps along with the chickens and ducks. There’s always far more than the birds need. In the end, if we have to use grain for them and we don’t have extra grain, we’ll kill and eat them then. But I’d like to try. By next year, we could be breeding our own pigs.”
    Hammond smiled. Lady Elinor was excited and happy about keeping piglets. Well, as she’d said, it wouldn’t hurt to see if they could survive.
    Lord Rhys nodded. “Very well. A boar or two, a sow, and capture some piglets. Consider it done. Now, let’s get to what we came here for. Double fucking.”
    At those words, Hammond’s prick, which had gone soft, suddenly almost broke its way out of his breeches. His hand automatically went down to loosen the fabric around his balls, and his legs widened instinctively. He saw Lord Rhys grin, so cleared his throat and said, “I bought a vial of oil in case we’d need it.”
    “Good idea. You may have her ass since the oil is yours and you’ll need it on your cock. At least the first time. I’d like to do this twice tonight, if we can.”
    “Twice!” Lady Elinor gasped and blushed.
    Hammond’s prick began to throb against his breeches. Hastily he put down his sword and unbuckled his belt, pulling his boots off so he could lower his breeches before the pain in his prick killed him.
    When he looked up, the others were undressing, too, Lady Elinor laying the pretty blue gown she’d worn for the tourney in her carved, wooden storage chest, and Lord Rhys putting his sword beside the bed, as he often did.
    Carefully, Hammond set the tiny stone vial of oil beside the pillows on the bed and finished undressing. He wasn’t sure how they’d work this, usually they only did things as they arose, but tonight was special.
    “Sit against the wall with your legs apart and your cock upright,” said Lord Rhys.
    Hammond felt relieved. Now he understood how they’d be fucking. Grasping the oil, he did as instructed and opened the stopper so he