An excerpt from erotic medieval Black Dorn on WIP It UP Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.

Set Up –
(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King and lastly Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne.) 


Scene set - last week Brawnyn during Branwyn's lesson she was introduced to a naked male. The class did not go well. Branwayn was punished for her bad behaviour.



Tears trickled down Branwyn’s cheeks. "I failed today, Leah. I angered Duna Trea." "I have heard you can sing and play the spinet. Possibly you might entertain the gon after dinner?" "Oh, Leah, what a wonderful idea. Would I be allowed?" "Lay there and rest while I inquire." Branwyn dozed until Leah ran in. "Dune, it is done. You may play and sing in the quarters of the gon. There will be many people there, including the gon-dra. We must hurry and dress you, weave ribbons into your hair and drape jewels over your breasts." Two hours later, Leah and a guard escorted Branwyn to the gon’s main chambers. "I may not enter," whispered Leah. "But I will wait out here and listen." Branwyn trembled as she entered, crossed over to the spinet piano and waited. A distant voice commanded her to play. Looking at the hard stool, she hesitated. Settling herself on it, she stifled a cry, rested her fingers on the keys and played a lullaby she had learned as a child. Some of the people listened. Others continued to talk. With brief glances between songs, Branwyn was unable to find Malack. With such a commanding presence, she assumed he would not be difficult to find, even in a crowded room. Duna Trea appeared beside the spinet. "Come with me." Without question, Branwyn stood and followed with her head lowered and her hands behind her back. Trea stopped in front of the gon. Branwyn dropped to her knees. The gon chuckled. "Ah, Duna Trea. I see the young one is learning." "She was instructed today." "Let us see." The gon turned his head and looked at a far back corner. "Malack, come. The new dune was instructed. Let us see the marks left on that beautiful white skin." Malack rose, walked forward and stood next to his father. Trea whispered to Branwyn to stand and turn around. Her skirts were thrown over her head. The gon chuckled. "Beautiful, Duna Trea. You marked her well. Is she not beautiful Malack?" His son grunted. "You are jealous you did not mark her," teased his father. "Stand straight," commanded Malack. When she did, Branwyn found herself staring into his face. Her knees buckled, and her head swam. His strong arms caught her before she fell. "I apologize Gon-Dra." Trea lifted her hands to her chest. "She has had an exhausting day. I was taking her to her serving girl, but thought you might like to see her training." Malack looked down at her breasts. He shook his head knowing he should not imagine suckling those firm rosy nipples. With long strides, he followed Leah to Branwyn’s room and laid her on the bed. "Leah." "Yes Gon-Dra Malack." "Take care of her." "Yes, Gon-Dra Malack."  


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