Jus Primæ Noctis

≈ JUS PRIMÆ NOCTIS ≈

England, Village of Blackwells End, A.D. 1137

~ Wedding celebrations ~

Aymar looked around and felt on cloud nine. That morning he had married the most beautiful girl in Gloucestershire and the entire village was celebrating the newlywed couple.

He glanced at Gwen, his spouse, across the long dining table and flashed a dazzling smile, making her blush with modesty. The bridesmaid, her cousin, whispered something at her ear, looking sideways at Aymar, and Gwen blushed even more, chuckling with excitement and a bit of embarrassment: as a married woman, the bridesmaid was surely giving her a hint of what expected her on her first night with his strapping and handsome husband.

Many a girl had tried to woo Aymar, by far the most good-looking and attractive guy of the village, and though he owned little more than his handsomeness, most of the maidens dreamed of tying the knot with him. And who could blame them? Aymar was in his mid-twenties, had a muscular frame, bulging pecs covered with a thick felt of brown hair and chiseled abs, and his long unruly brown hair crowned two green eyes and a bright smile that made every heart melt at first sight.

The festive lunch was going on, with jokes and roaring laughter, loud cheers and brazen insinuations about the upcoming first night for the couple. Suddenly they saw a galloping horse approaching from afar, and the voices slowly trailed off as soon as they saw that the man bore the uniform of the Palace Guards.

The knight got closer to the groom: “Aymar of Maisemore!” – he announced aloud – “His Grace Lord Gale, Earl of Gloucester, congratulates with you and your bride on the day of your marriage. You both are expected at Palace tonight, at sunset!”

Aymar was aghast: “His Grace wants to see me??”

“And your bride” – was the snappy reply. And without further ado, the Guard made his horse turn around and off he was, in a cloud of dust.

Soon all the man patted on Aymar’s back, exclaiming with joy and a bit of envy how lucky he was, to receive the personal congratulations of His Grace the Earl, but the groom glanced to the elders of the village, and felt a chill down his spine looking at their gloomy expressions.

“What does it mean?” – he asked to the old men – “Why are we expected at Palace? What does Lord Gale want from Gwen and me?”

“He wants to exert his rights” – an elder replied, and Aymar was puzzled: “We pay the taxes, we already give him almost half of our harvest, which rights does he want to exert?”

There was a grave silence, and all the eyes turned to a blind man, the eldest of them all.

“Jus Primæ Noctis” – the ancient man said with crackling voice and Aymar, though unable to understand the cryptic Latin words, became pale, just hearing the grave tone of the elder.

“It’s an archaic law, now almost fallen into disuse” – another man explained – “but Lord Gale never got married, though having recently turned thirty, and the Archbishop of Canterbury is questioning his… manliness”.

“And what has this… ‘oos’ has to do with his manliness?” – Aymar questioned.

“The Jus Primæ Noctis is the right of the Lord to… replace you on your first night with your bride. This will prove his manliness to the Archbishop, especially if… ehm… can impregnate your spouse”.

“Never!!” – Aymar yelled, with chocked voice – “I’ll never let him touch my Gwen!”

“You have no choice” – another elder intervened – “because if you don’t comply to the Earl’s orders, he will confiscate all your family’s possessions and imprison you and your parents”.

“But… But…” – the groom stuttered, realizing there was no escape – “…may I at least plead for mercy? Lord Gale is known for his fairness and compassion, maybe I could…”

“Maybe. There’s no harm in trying” – the first elder replied – “But now get ready, you are expected at Palace by the sunset, and you don’t want to keep His Grace waiting”.

~ Lord Gale ~

At sunset, Aymar and Gwen, riding an old nag lent by his father, entered the high gates of the Earl’s Palace. “I’m Aymar of Maisemore” – he announced to the Guard – “His Grace called for my wife and me”.

“Your wife, for sure…” – the Guard replied with a lascivious smirk. “Watch your mouth!” – Aymar threatened, but the Guard put his hand on the hilt of his sword and angrily replied: “Calm down, stud, or His Grace will meet your widow, tonight! Leave here your… uhm… horse, the stableman will take care of it, and head for the big wooden door across the drill ground”.

The couple followed the directions and in few minutes they were waiting outside a heavy door on the main floor. “This is His Grace’s private bedroom” – a servant explained – “Wait here until I announce you. When you’re allowed in, enter keeping your eyes to the floor and kneel in front of His Grace. And never look straight at his eyes, as this would be highly disrespectful!”

The servant opened the door and the couple heard him say in a low voice: “Your Grace, as per your orders, Aymar of Maisemore and his wife are here”. “Let them in!” – replied a deep, masculine voice. Aymar glanced at Gwen, as neither of them had ever seen the Earl; but judging from the reason of their convocation, the guy silently reasoned, the Earl was surely an ugly, fat man unable to lay with a woman without forcing her, abusing his power and rank.

At a sign of the servant, they entered the bedroom, looking at the floor, and knelt in front of Lord Gale. “Your Grace…” – Aymar murmured, looking at the Earl’s shoes that, alone, were surely worth half of his family’s possessions.

“Stand up” – the deep voice said, and the couple complied, still keeping their eyes low. Though avoiding to look at Lord Gale’s face, Aymar couldn’t help but notice that he definitely wasn’t fat, quite the opposite: the man was lean but muscular, taller than him, and moved around with a confidence and a grace that made the groom feel somewhat inadequate and out of his depths.

“Raise your gaze, Aymar of Maisemore” – Lord Gale said, and this time his tone was much less authoritarian, it was more a request than an order. “We’ve been told not to do that, Your Grace” – the guy replied.

“Please…”

Aymar was surprised to hear the Earl speak with such kindness and raised his gaze to meet his eyes, and he gasped looking at the man’s face. He was astonishingly handsome, with long blond hair running down to his shoulders, deep blue eyes, fair complexion and a noble expression. His expensive and richly decorated clothing made him look like a King.

“Your… Your Grace…” – Aymar stuttered, but the man silenced him with an elegant gesture of his hand: “Please, don’t address me like that. Not tonight. ‘Lord Gale’ or ‘Mylord’ are enough”. The man couldn’t tear his gaze off of Aymar’s eyes, and the guy noticed that so far the Earl didn’t even shoot a single glance to his wife.

“Do you know why I have called for you tonight?” – the man asked, with a streak of uneasiness in his voice that hit Aymar. “The elders of my village told me about a… oos… jus…”

“Jus Primæ Noctis” – the Earl confirmed – “The Law gives me the right to exert the husbandly prerogatives with any newlywed bride in the County on her first night of marriage”.

“Your Gr… Lord Gale, please excuse my ignorance, but in simple terms…”

“I have the right to lay with your wife, tonight”.

Gwen let out a chocked gasp and backed off a couple steps with a horrified expression.

Aymar threw himself on his knees: “Mylord, I implore you! My wife is innocent and pure! Don’t ruin her life! Please, I’m begging you, can’t you give up on your rights this once?”

“I wish I could” – Lord Gale replied bitterly – “but my reluctancy to have a Countess of Gloucester apparently displeased someone more powerful than me. If I don’t prove my… valiancy, I will be deprived of my title and my County”.

The man took Aymar from his shoulders and pulled him on his feet – “Please, stand up, I can’t see you humiliating yourself this way…”

“I don’t understand, Mylord… You’re known for your good heart, everyone in the County loves you dearly… You even seem to pity me, and still you want to take from me what I have most precious! Isn’t there another way? Oh, please, Mylord!” – Aymar fervently begged, his eyes welling with tears – “I’ll do anything, anything, but please don’t do this to my Gwen!”

~ A proposal hard to reject ~

Lord Gale stared intensely at Aymar’s eyes, and then lowered his gaze to peek at the guy’s massive chest, through his open blouse. “There may be another way…”

Aymar held his breath, waiting for the Earl to speak.

“I may give up on my right to deflower and breed your wife…” – he said with trembling voice – “…if you offer me the right to deflower and breed… you.”

The guy was aghast: “But… you… I…” – he stuttered, struggling to focus on the unexpected, outrageous proposal – “We’re both men, Mylord! What you ask is… sinful!”

“This is my problem, not yours” – Lord Gale replied resolutely – “I’m exerting my lawful rights and you can’t oppose to that. You would not commit any sin, if this is what concerns you. As for me…” – he added, looking away with a shy expression that deeply hit Aymar – “…you have now probably guessed why there’s no Countess of Gloucester. I was born this way, and I can’t believe that the Almighty has put this… fire in me just to make my soul burn in Hell for the eternity! Aymar, now it’s me begging you: give me what I ask for, and tonight you will lay with your wife, and you’ll be the first and only man she will ever know”.

Aymar stood silent for a moment, looking in awe at that powerful man whose apparently golden life hid an unavowable struggle, a secret pain: a struggle and a pain that Lord Gale, that night, had revealed to him, unveiling his bare soul and his intimate desires to him.

And yet, what he was asking him was shocking for Aymar, who never in his life had felt any attraction for another man. And now the Earl wanted him to… to act like a woman! «No way! Never in my life!» – was his first thought, but then he looked at his wife, who was trying to hide in a corner of the room with his face streaked with tears and his certainty wavered.

He lowered his eyes to the floor, trying to find into himself the strength to do the right thing, to sacrifice his own manliness to save his wife’s pureness, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t force himself to take that step.

He raised his gaze, to plead the Earl to have mercy of both of them, but he gasped looking at the man. He had silently stripped off his beautiful dress and was standing in front of him almost naked, wearing only his underpants.

Aymar’s eyes wandered on the toned body, on the pale skin, the chiseled muscles, the twitching biceps, and the sight, for some strange reason, made his heart beat faster. But his inner turmoil grew even stronger when he locked eyes with Lord Gale, and saw the loving, sincere, almost pleading gaze he was throwing at him.

“I will do it” – Aymar heard himself say, like in a dream. Then he snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his spouse: “Gwen, wait in the adjoining room”.

“No!” – Lord Gale intervened – “She must stay here. Don’t worry, Aymar, I promised not to lay a finger on her and I won’t. But even the walls have ears in this palace: she must come out of this room deflowered. Go to her, Aymar, for tonight my bed will be your nuptial alcove. Pretend I’m not here, take your time”.

~ Virginity for virginity ~

The guy brought his spouse near the bed and gently undressed her, caressing her hair and comforting her with his dazzling smile. Lord Gale, from a corner of the room, admired Aymar taking off his blouse, revealing his brawny, muscular torso; and when he lowered his pants and the mounds of his ass, pale and firm as the finest marble, came in sight, the Earl stifled a gasp and felt his manhood suddenly becoming hard as stone.

Aymar, too, was hard, excited by the beauty of his naked spouse, and Lord Gale bit his lips, looking with lustful eyes at the hard, long rod. But he knew that he had already asked too much to the guy: that night, he would take possession of Aymar’s ass, but his virile member belonged to his wife.

“Let her sit on the bed” – the Earl instructed, while removing his pants and revealing his thick, veiny cock pointing up in full erection – “Hold her legs up and aim your sword at her sheath, but don’t enter her, not yet”.

“Aymar did as ordered, and stood still, with his cock head gently pressing on her wife’s pussy and his legs slightly apart. Suddenly he felt two slicky fingers caressing his ass crack, in search of his man hole.

“It’s olive oil” – Lord Gale explained – “It will ease the penetration. I don’t want you to suffer too much, my brave, handsome Aymar, though Mother Nature has bestowed me with quite a thick manliness. I’m afraid it’ll going to hurt a bit. Try to relax”.

Aymar stifled a gasp when he felt the fingers intruding into him, violating his nether portal. The two fingers became three and moved deeper and deeper, while the guy tried hard to stay in position, without evading the unwelcomed intrusion.

When he felt the fingers being replaced by a hot hard male member, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, realizing that he was trapped between the Earl’s cock and his wife’s pussy. He didn’t want to take his wife’s virginity roughly, so he had no choice but endure the painful rear penetration without moving.

“Nnngghh…” – he chocked a moan when the large mushroom head forced open his virgin sphincter. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and an even warmer voice saying: “I’m sorry Aymar, the first time is always painful. Hold on, the pain won’t last long”.

The guy felt his head spinning, feeling so intimately touched, physically and emotionally, by the Earl’s rod and by his unexpected tenderness. Inch by inch, the man’s thick member crawled his way into the inviolate depths of Aymar’s body, until the guy felt Lord Gale’s pubes pressing against his buttocks.

“It’s time to consummate your marriage, Aymar…” – the man said, and at first Aymar couldn’t understand what the Earl meant, but everything was clear when he felt the man’s strong loins pressing harder on his back. Gently but inexorably, Lord Gale pushed his cock deeper and deeper into Aymar, forcing the guy to penetrate his wife, and he didn’t stop until the guy was fully buried inside his spouse.

Then the Earl started moving, slowly at first and then with increasing passion, pumping his virility into the now loosened man hole, and guiding with his hands Aymar’s loins, making him love his wife at the same pace and with the same passion.

The guy could hardly breath, overwhelmed by sensations he’d never felt in his whole life. He had lain several women in the past, and even taken a girl’s virginity, once, but now it was totally different. The hot meat caressing his insides, with tender determination, stimulated him in ways he couldn’t even imagine: it was like that powerful man, at each thrust, was pouring into him a torrent of sexual tension that made his own cock grow bigger and stiffer, heightening the pleasure of the love-making with his spouse.

It was the best fuck he’d ever given to a girl: it was like his cock was on fire, and several times he had to forcefully hold back, lest to explode too soon.

“Touch her, Aymar. Gently. Caress her breast, like this…” – Lord Gale said with a voice streaked of lust, while his hands brushed Aymar’s abdomen, playing with the thick body hair covering his torso and finally caressing his nipples and rolling them between his fingertips.

“Aaahh…” – the guy moaned, the pain now long vanished, lost in the additional pleasure that those prying fingers were so unexpectedly giving him. He felt loaded with an irrepressible sexual power, he felt like he could fuck all the women of the world all at once! “Yesss… Ohh… Mylord, I….”

“Shh…” – the man said from behind without slowing down the steady pumping – “Tonight you have eyes only for your wife… Give her the pleasure she deserves, and I’ll give you yours…”

Aymar went on caressing his wife and sinking his rod into her until she tensed and moaned in the extasy of the orgasm.

“It’s time, my handsome stud…” – the Earl said with an urgency in his voice, while his hips paced up. The man’s fingers scraped harder Aymar’s chest and pinched his tits with growing eagerness. “Give free rein to your love, let your pleasure explode!”

“AAAAARRGGHHH!!” – Aymar screamed, at the top of the most mind-blowing climax he’d ever experienced. “Yes, my valiant man!” – the Earl echoed him, holding tight Aymar’s quivering body – “Take my seed inside you…. NNNGGHH!!”

Aymar got lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure, and felt like his cock would go on spurting his semen forever. The feeling of Lord Gale’s essence slowly filling his most intimate recesses was intoxicating, and Aymar’s blurry mind welcomed it inside him like a precious gift.

~ Never again ~

Lord Gale was the first to pull out, giving space to Aymar to come out of his bride. For a moment, no one talked, and the guy stood silent, with his eyes closed, trying to cope with the hurricane of emotions that was sweeping his soul.

“Gwen” – he then said, raising his gaze to his woman – “go to the adjoining room, freshen up and get dressed”.

As soon as the girl closed the connecting door, Aymar turned around to look at Lord Gale, uncertain about what to do. Their eyes met and Aymar could read in them, like in an open book, the gratitude, the affection, the admiration and the love Lord Gale was feeling in that moment for him. The man’s lips quivered, and Aymar didn’t think twice: “Gale…” – he whispered, and then locked his lips on the man’s, in a hungry, liberating kiss.

It didn’t take long until Aymar’s sense kicked back in. He recoiled, gasping, looking at Lord Gale as if he was seeing him for the first time. The guy quickly picked up his clothes and headed to the door, but stopped for a moment and turned to the Earl: “Your Grace…” – he said, addressing him again with his title – “…I hope that we’ve satisfied your requests in full and that you won’t need… uhm… our services again”.

“Just one last thing, Aymar…” – the Earl replied – “People will think that I exerted my rights on your spouse tonight. Let them believe so, or you’d have to explain what happened in this room, and I’m sure you don’t want anyone to know…”

“My lips will be sealed until I die, Your Grace, as I believe there won’t be another jus… whatever in the future, right, Mylord?”

“You have my word of honour, Aymar. I already feel guilty for the way I forced you tonight. I’m in debt with you, Aymar, and though I won’t insult you offering you money, if you ever need something, my door will always be open for you. But in any case, rest assured that I won’t ever call for you again”.

Lord Gale paused for a moment and then suddenly he turned his gaze away and added, with a streak of sadness in his voice: “Never again”.

Aymar quickly got dressed, took his bride and fled away from the Palace as fast as the old nag they were riding let him.

But even when they were far from Gloucester and were galloping through the sleeping countryside under a starry sky, the hurricane of emotions that overwhelmed him few hours earlier still raged, deep into his soul.

To be continued…