Merrimay should yield anally to preserve her virginity.

Merrimay stands with Phaedra and Flora. Though the refugee noblewoman stood with all of you and affirmed her marriage to the Phoenix Company, she hesitates at the threshold of consummation. Flora advocates that she do the deed on this, their wedding night. Phaedra says Merrimay should not do so if she doesn't feel truly ready. And now Merrimay looks to you, while Phaedra and Flora scoff at her for seeking advice from a man.

"Mistress Merrimay," you say, remembering some of Pinch's lewd discourses on the many and various ways a woman could satisfy a man's lusts, "there is a way you can consummate the wedding tonight while remaining a virgin."

"Why, what do you mean, Rex?" Merrimay asks.

Phaedra arches one of her dark eyebrows. The former warrior strokes the end of her maimed arm with her remaining hand.

Flora looks blank for a moment, then smirks. "Naughty, naughty Rex," she says. She looks to Merrimay. "He means you should take it up the bum. Have you ever done it that way?"

Merrimay pales, looking uneasy. "Never, never any way," she says. "Who would do that?"

"It's dead easy, Merry, I do it all the time," Flora says. "You can pop a man off with your hands, with your mouth, or let him do your bum, and like as not he'll be just as happy as if you gave him a fuck."

"My bum?" Merrimay says.

"Look, I can help you," Flora says. "We'll want a likely fellow..." She looks round the room. All the other soldiers seem to be spent, fucking, or waiting for a particular woman's attention. "...oh, you'll do, Rex," she says. "Have you done it before?"

"N-no," you say. Your experiences in the ways of a man with a maid have been quite scant, if in equal measure tantalizing and satisfying.

"Always a first time," Flora says. "Mistress, may I borrow Rex to show you how it's done?"

"Y-yes," Merrimay says. She swallows and nods her head. "Carry on," she says to Flora. To you, she says. "Do what Flora says."

"Yes, Mistress," you reply as a proper soldier-husband of the King's Own should.

Flora requisitions a pallet, some rags, soap, water, and a pot of grease. Flora indicates that you and Merrimay should follow. Phaedra tags along, looking curious.

Flora says, "Rex, strip off, I'm going to show Mistress Merrimay how to prepare." You raise your eyebrows. "Don't worry, YOU'RE not going to play the wife, I just need someone else to show this on." Phaedra pointedly looks elsewhere when you try and catch her gaze. "Be a good boy, now, and you'll get your reward," Flora concludes.

You do your best to keep a dignified expression as Flora arranges you on all fours, gives your butthole a sponge bath and pats it dry, and demonstrates on YOU how to prepare the receiver.

"They call this the Way of Priests, sometimes," Flora says. "Or of Scholars, or Sailors. So you always want to use lots of grease, something thick and slippery." She dips a double fingerful from the pot, spreads your cheeks with the other hand and anoints your rear hole. "Like this, round and round on the ring. And a little inside." She presses with her fingers. "Rex, push out," Flora directs. "No, out." Her greasy fingers slip inside and rub the slippery stuff in. "Like that, you want it all slippery. And you take it really slow. Now, stay right there, Rex, let's clean you up." She takes a rag and wipes off the grease. "You're a good sport, young man," she tells you. "Sit up, stand up, but stay close."

You're careful not to betray yourself by bridling at Flora's cavalier treatment of her King, but you hope Pinch is too busy to notice how she just used you. However this "your majesty" thing works, it won't stop Pinch from finding a way to be insufferable to you.

"Now, Mistress," Flora says. She sits on the middle of the pallet and spreads her knees. "Rex and I will demonstrate for you. Come sit between my legs, Rex. Good boy, time for your reward."

Flora takes your member in hand, and with a few gentle strokes, brings you to full hardness. "As I said, there's always a first time." She strokes a thick coat of grease onto your member. "Start with him clean and dry," she says. "Grease him up well, like this. Then have him enter your bum, really slowly, and always under your control. If he can't follow orders, he's useless, send him off. Now, Rex, follow exactly what I say and how I guide you."

Flora guides you to come close. She pulls her knees back, presenting the length of her cleft for you. Her thick pink lips glisten with moisture between a plump set of outer folds carpeted with red-gold bush. She dips out more grease and anoints herself, smearing a thick layer over the pink, pleated starburst of her own rear hole, and pressing some grease inside.

"All right, Rex," she says. She takes hold of your slick member again, guiding it toward her slippery back door. Your pulse thumps in your ears. As the tip of your member touches her, it twitches and swells. "You're more than ready," she says, grinning. "Now, push on me just a little bit," she says. "Good, stop, stay right there." She looks to Merrimay. "I'm going to push out at him and let him in now. Now, Rex, don't move." Her face takes on an intent expression, and she bites her lip.

You feel a tightening in Flora's skin at the tip of your member, then a sliding, an opening, and pop, you're inside. Flora grunts, then sighs.

"That's good, Rex, hold it right there," Flora says. Her breaths are coming faster, and her cheeks and chest are flushed pink. Her knees are folded back up against her shoulders, leaving her wide open. "Don't move, just hold it. Mmm. Mistress, for your first time that might be all you do, but that's important, special tonight. Receiving your husband." Flora smiles and looks into your eyes. Her rear hole is tight and hot around the head of your member. "My husband, such a pretty young man," she says. Your member twitches and swells. She laughs. "I feel you, Rex." She looks back at Merrimay. "See, not hard at all." And to you. "Do you like it?"

"I like it. Very much," you say, your voice strained with excitement. Her tight ring grips your shaft, and her bowels are hot and slick around the head of your member. You look down and see her spread pussy, moist and empty, and her butthole, stretched full of you.

"Good boy," Flora says. Knowing and confident as a daughter of the regiment, though she only has a few years on you. "I like it too. Let's try it again later. Now, just stay there, let me ease off you." She gets that intent expression again and slides her ass off your member. She sighs and sits up. "Your turn, Merrimay. Lie down."

"Just like you did?" Merrimay says.

Flora tilts her head appraisingly. "You're kind of butt-less compared to me, Mistress. You'll need a cushion under you. We'll start you off the same way, but we'll let Rex finish in you. That's as good a consummation as any."

A soldier bellows out his joy as he spills his seed in one of the already-pregnant wives of the Phoenix Company, adding his contribution atop three of his fellows' loads. She's popular tonight for her plump, round buttocks.

"Oh!" Merrimay says. She blushes pink.

"You are game, Rex?" Flora asks.

"Yes, very much!" you say.

Phaedra fetches a cushion for Merrimay while Flora cleanses your member, wiping clean the traces of her bum, then stroking on a fresh coat of grease.

Under Flora's careful direction, Mistress Merrimay is posed, greased, and exposed. Flora takes your member in hand and points you to Merrimay's tight little knot of a back entrance. With patience, coaxing, and not a few whispers in Merrimay's ear, her bum finally eases and lets you in.

"Oh, ohhhh!" Merrimay cries as you penetrate her ass. She's tighter than Flora, her ring squeezing down erratically. Her bush is the same pale blonde as the intricately woven hair atop her head, and her pussy is neither as swollen nor as moist as Flora's. But it's very pretty, you must allow, and someday you hope to take the virginity that Merrimay's empty pussy and full ass help to preserve tonight.

"The lady!" "The princess!" you hear exclaimed out loud, or murmured from closer. You feel eyes on you. With Merrimay on her back, moaning, her bum elevated by a cushion and her legs in the air with you between them, it's clear to the Phoenix Company that the fine lady has condescended to fully join in their wedding night.

Phaedra stays close, and after whispering something to Merrimay, she sits next to her, Phaedra's lone hand walking on fingers through Merrimay's pale blonde bush and between her exposed pussy lips.

With Flora coaching you and Merrimay, you start moving in her and slowly work up to a rhythm, your member sliding in and out of her tight anal ring. Merrimay moans with each thrust. Phaedra's clever fingers coax Merrimay to her climax. With the beautiful foreign maiden writhing on your steel-hard member, weeping, exclaiming, and crying out for joy as you thrust deep into the heat of her body, you can't help but join her. Your voice rises, your cock twitches, swells, and discharges a flood of your seed deep inside Merrimay's bowels.

There's a cheer from the soldiers of the Phoenix Company as their new Mistress of Quarters screams out her climactic consummation on the thrusting prick of one of their fellow recruits.

"Three cheers for the Princess!" someone calls out, and there's a ragged chorus of happy roars.

Flora laughs. "That's the way to treat a lady, Rex!" she says. "Give her a good time."

You stay in place, your member still deep inside Merrimay's heat. Her eyelids flutter and she looks up at you.

"Rex," Merrimay says. "That, ah, that hurt to start. It hurts again now, a little. But mostly it felt, it felt so good!"

Her blue eyes look up into yours. You barely have the presence of mind to nod and respond. "Yes, very good," you say. As you gaze in each other's eyes, your member slowly softens and you slip out of Merrimay's bum.

"Ah, ooh!" she cries as you slip out of her. "I'm glad," she says. "I'm glad it was you." She looks to Flora. "Thank you, that was so good for me." And then she looks to Phaedra. "Very good for me. Thank you." And back to Flora. "Can I keep him?"

Flora shrugs. "You're Mistress of Quarters, you can do what you like," she says. "But let me wipe you both up and get the stink off."

Merrimay looks shy again, unaccustomed to Flora's earthy directness, but she lets Flora minister to her, flinching a bit as Flora cleanses her rear opening. Flora cleans you off as best she can with a soapy rag, some rinse water and a dry rag.

Flora and Phaedra leave you alone together. You and Merrimay embrace, cuddling together in the afterglow. She holds you close, sobbing.

"Why are you crying?" you ask.

"I'm alone now," she says. "My father imprisoned, and none to ransom me. The King's Own, the Phoenix Company, they are my hope now. So far I have fallen. But you all have been so kind. And now I am Mistress of Quarters, and commander of wives. It is something, I suppose."

"The King's Own is the best regiment in the army, and better than most of what the Dukes have, even," you say. You have an impulse to ask for her story, to learn the names of her family and lands, but you fear disturbing her further. Perhaps if all is lost in her homeland, it is better she think of her new family of the Phoenix Company and no further of the unhappiness that brought her here.