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“Let the boy go take a nap with his nurse,” I order my wife, and she obeys me, turning to hand our healthy, happy son to one the multiple nurses I have hired for the journey.

Catherine will have every imaginable luxury on this journey as the wife of a very wealthy Viscount, and she will encounter all the respect and admiration that she deserves.

But my pleasure is, always, to see my wife, touch my wife, hear her soft, lilting songs and laughter, watch her needlework, and feel her tongue around my cock.

Glorying in the way the sea air tastes on her skin, I lead her into our stateroom. I turn her around and start to undress her, and my wife doesn’t fight me, just stretches her elegant neck to the side so my rough fingers can pull impatiently at her buttons.

She makes a sharp intake of breath as my fingers skim her nipples and I notice she’s leaked through her chemise, her heavy breasts swollen with milk.

“That was a very expensive undergarment,” I say sternly. “Now come here and let me take care of this.”

I pull out one of the chairs and lean back in it, feeling my heart starting to pound.

“Yes, my lord,” she says docilely, and I look sharply at her to see her little teeth coming out to bite her full bottom lip.

I can feel any control shatter as I yank her hard toward me, trapping her between my legs. One of my hands rips away her chemise, the fabric soaking wet. My other hand kneads her perfect little ass, reaching to circle her asshole in the way I know she is so embarrassed to love. My tongue hits her nipple, already tasting the drops of sweet, creamy milk there.

I don’t want to take too much. Just enough to relieve the pressure, but when her milk lets down in my mouth, I groan loudly, sucking eagerly at her breast like I’m starving, greedy for her milk.

She is everything I want.

Kitten’s little mewls and throaty groans drive me up the wall, the boat rocking gently underneath us. I lick up the milk that’s collected underneath her breasts, my cock feeling like it’s going to burst out of my breeches with how much I want her.

My other finger spreads her cheeks and presses into her asshole, and my wife’s head falls back, her throat working gorgeously, and I can’t wait any longer, yanking my cock out and grinding Catherine down over it.

As I fuck her, she’s slick and wet, all for me, and I can feel her hands clutch me convulsively tighter, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Her thighs start to tremble, and I know she’s close to that glorious release that will soak my breeches and cover me in her pleasure, and I cannot fucking wait.

I press another finger deep into her asshole and she comes with a gasp, digging her nails in deeper, her hips grinding over my cock, her milk dripping down her breasts and into my waiting mouth, and when I hear her groan,

“Oh, St. Erth!”

I release too, filling my wife with my hot, hungry seed.

Soon it will be time to breed her again.

My revenge is an exquisite pleasure and my revenge will be life-long.

Catherine St. Erth will never be able to escape it.