Lucy stifles her scream of triumph

Lucy's sex clamped down tight on Edmund's prick. Edmund watched her face in the washbasin mirror as the revelation of pleasure transported her to heaven. Lucy's head tilted back as her climax seized her. She clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling her scream of triumph as she took her pleasure in Edmund, for the first time of her own will and desire.

"Lucy...!" Edmund hissed. His hot emission flooded Lucy's clenching womb, filling the woman he now knew as his elder sister with his seed, the seed that had planted her daughter Annie. Their daughter. His daughter. Just as his father Jeremy had planted Lucy herself upon Maggie Longbottom. Their father, now.

Lucy collapsed forward, resting on the washbasin upon her folded arms. Her shoulders shook. Was she crying?

Lucy half-turned her flushed face. "Edmund," she said. Her chin quivered. She was laughing inside. "Edmund, oh Edmund, you had best find Clarissa," she said. "If you have given me a son, you must needs give Sabrina a little brother, posthaste."

Edmund paled, aghast, and withdrew from Lucy. "Lucy," he breathed. Indeed, Netherwood passed through the male line, and if Lucy had a son by Edmund, he would be heir.

"That is the meaning of this day, Edmund," Lucy said. "This is what it is for you to be the lover of Lucy, Lady Downs." She rose and turned to face him. "Hold me now."

Edmund wrapped his arms round her, his wet prick pressing into her skirts. Lucy embraced him. They stood, not speaking, feeling each others' warmth, strength, and softness.

"Would you yet be my lover?" Lucy asked.

"I would, I must," Edmund said as he had before. "I shall."

"I take you as mine," Lucy said. "Clarissa is your wife. Honor and cherish her. I am your lover. You are my man."

"Lucy," he said. His prick stiffened again. "Let me have you again."