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untilthenextencore · 5 years

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Kashmir Pt.1

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Wandering blithely through his castle Robert sighed. It was now just past teatime & Lord Kidderminster had exhausted just about every form of entertainment that he could think to occupy himself, his mind or his time with. His affairs were all but done for the day and yet the day itself was far from done. And since he had decided to extend his morning ride earlier that day, even that beloved pasttime was off the table for the time being.

He had spent the day with his old friend Jimmy, or as he was known in the public sphere Lord Heston of Middlesex. Yet the mercurial older gentleman was not much in the mood for sunny pleasantries - when was he ever~?! - certainly not after he & Robert took their conversation into the library where it was then cut short by the fellow Count picking up a hefty, rather ancient looking tome off of one shelf & becoming quickly invested. When Robert jokingly asked if Jimmy would like to be left alone with his "new precious little thing" he was surprised - only initially - to find that the answer was a yes. And so he left "Old Blackbeard" to his own ever mysterious devices.

Suffice to say that Lord Heston's company left a lot to be desired that day...

Gazing out his window for what felt like the umpteenth time that day, Robert was stunned to find that the light rain that had been falling for some time, had recently ceased, giving the surrounding fields an almost dreamy haze. Mystical. The light from the sun peeking through & refracting through the lingering haze, shattering into shards of color that reached out into the misty air.

Through the mists Robert saw movement by a nearby pond. Intruders! Hooligans! Drunkards! No... Wait... Women... Girls in fact!... Young girls at that!... Two of them... A blonde & a brunette... Both dressed in while brief slip dresses until all of a sudden one wasn't. "Oh!" Robert gasped at the sight. She slipped out of her slip dress, laying it on the grass nearby as she dipped into the pond squealing a bit at the cold & then motioning for her dark haired friend to do the same. Robert watched the scene with rapt attention unaware that his lips were parting with the rasped request. "Oh, please God, yes!"

Indeed, outside at the pond the young strawberry blonde Sibella or Sibby was indeed trying to get her young dark haired friend Charissa or Rissa to join her. "C'mon, Rissa!" She laughed, splashing about both to acclimate to the cold water & to tease her shyer friend. They had started the day in gauzy white dresses with crowns made of little pink and white flowers. Her dress had since been discarded after the freak midday shower, both of their flower crowns bleeding petals into their hair.

Rissa gazed warily at her bold young friend, now as naked as the day she was born. She folded her right arm across her midsection, hand braced against the crook of her elbow. "I don't know, Sibby... This is an awfully big place here... Whoever owns this place probably owns this little pond thing too. Get dressed. Maybe we should go?"

Sibby just scoffed." Oh my God! You're such a scaredy cat! You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?" Rissa gazed at Sibby in confusion, leading to another incredulous scoff from the older girl.

"This place is Wolverhampton Manor! A bit away from Wolverhampton true but it is so named due to that being a favored haunt of the owner of this manor, Count K also known as Count Robert Plant, Robert Anthony Plant Lord Kidderminster of Worcestershire. His dearest friends included a driver who came into a title from a distant relative Count John Henry Bonham, Lord Clewer of Berkshire. And the most notorious rakehell of his day Count James Patrick Page Lord Heston of Middlesex."

The list of names and titles and places made Rissa's head spin, prompting her to exclaim with an incredulous laugh. "How do you know these things?!"

Sibby just shrugged. "I read about it in study hall once. Fastest I've ever gone through a history book in my life! Shame they're all gone now. From what I've heard they were gorgeous men the lot of them. But a lot of rumors surround them all. Things you wouldn't believe!"

"I bet." Rissa laughed. "What else could get you to read a history book so fast?"

This made Sibby laugh. "Yeah. Well, c'mon! You don't even have to undress if you don't want to. Just hop in!"

"Oh, all right!" Rissa sighed through her laughter. At last the ever irrepressible Sibby had won!

At last Rissa dipped into the pond, inching in until it was at chest height, the same as dear Sibby. She shivered intermittently as she acclimated to the chilly water herself before casting a quick look at her surroundings, musing with a wry grin that she hoped veiled her still frazzled nerves. "I could swear I saw the curtains up in the manor shift a little. In a room or two. Not sure."

Sibby just grinned. "You just hit one of the rumors I've heard on the head!"

"What?" Rissa hushed.

"Well..." Sibby looked around herself as if she were sharing a secret in a crowded room & not the open field bereft of anyone but them that they were in. She then leant in & spoke also in a hush, this one a bit more excited. "They say that the Counts were all part of this thing called the Order of Kashmir..."

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Back in the library Jimmy was laid down on the exquisite bearskin rug, the heavy, cracked, leather-bound volume beside him. His eyes were closed, all of his senses were focused on the room around him.

Shifting was a difficult skill to master, even with his centuries of experience in magick, & required full concentration, & full synchronisation with the magician’s environment. One had to taste, scent, touch, see & hear the magick in the air. See with the heart & the mind, see with internal eyes. The desired shape must appear as real before the magician as his own hands before his own eyes.

It was fiercely complicated, & shifting into the Hermit came with its own set of dangers. The spirit of the Hermit was notoriously possessive of magicians & querents, & if not approached respectfully, humbly, or honestly, could be killed trying to divine his wisdom.

He could feel the shift beginning, the air taking in true texture around him, wrapping him in, binding the consciousness of Lord Heston in place, allowing the rest of him to merge with the Hermit, physically & mentally.

When he next opened his eyes, he could feel the changes, the new form. The Hermit craved sunlight, needing to regenerate his form, leading him to the ceiling-length window, surveying the now-damp meadows sparkling in the sunlight.

A darting flash near the pond, a subsequent splash drew their eye. Two young ladies splashing about in the sun-warming water, their giggles echoing even to them in the library.

Golden faerie maidens. Theirs the purest of magicks, the strongest potential of the senses.

Both of them - the Hermit & Lord Heston - felt deep stirrings at the sight of the splashing maids, one stirring at the magickal pull of the girls, the other stirring at the more erotic potential of such youth & beauty.

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Robert could hardly tear himself away from the window in his room as he watched the girls frolic & splash about. Both of them were finally in the water, laughing & talking, though he could not quite make out what was being said. Both young ladies were, he could tell, in the ripeness of health & youth, all curves & soft skin, reminding him of his own glowing memories of springtime swims in the pond, as well as the interludes that often followed such swims in later years.

He licked at his dry lips, considering how he might entice them to explore the grounds further. He wondered if they’d discovered his apple & lemon orchards yet... Both were in full bloom, both his apples & lemons deliciously ripe & sweet... The scents were legendary for perfuming the countryside in high spring & summer - if the girls had not found it, he knew they surely would soon. Perhaps then, he might introduce himself to them...

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"Order of Kashmir?" Came the reply from Rissa along with another curious look.

"Yes. They called it the Order of Kashmir. A list of nobility at the time - a relatively small list but a list no less - all were said to have joined this secret order that gave them powers or something. Vampires. Immortal spirits or the like. They say people still spot them around the grounds and areas of their old Manors, Castles & Haunts. All around the world there are sightings of the Counts and others said to be in the Order. Kashmirites some call them. Kashmirite Sightings. They're in all the papers. Especially gossip rags though."

"The same ones that talk of UFOs, Big Foot & the Loch Ness Monster?" Charissa snickered.

"Seriously! Though I have to admit after reading about the Order I was kind of hoping that in making this trip that we could maybe have a chance at catching... At finding... At sighting a few Kashmirites... Look!" She pulled a scrap of paper from her pocketbook nearby. It had a picture - a collage - of the Kashmirites. Messrs. Lords. Page. Plant. Bonham. Jones. Coverdale. Beck. The list went on. Sibby then showed Charissa her latest books that she had been carrying on the subject. One was a rundown on the lives of the mysterious Lords. The other was on the Order of the Kashmir as a whole & Kashmirites as a subject. Charissa was nothing less than stunned. "Well! I'll be darned!"

"Mmm-hmm..." Sibby nodded. "They say the ringleader of sorts or at least the one the deepest into the order, higher up in the ranks or something, was Rakehell Page. He was said to be like a wizard or something!"

Charissa couldn't help but laugh at this now, prompting Sibby's squealed reply. "I'm serious! Seriously! Seriously, Rissa! He--..."

Whatever her next words were to be as a loud clap of thunder sounded, emanating seemingly from above the Manor as another sheet of rain began to fall over the grounds. This prompted the two young girls to shriek & scurry to climb out of the pond. Sibby hurried into her dress. Charissa helped Sibby gather her books. Sibby in return helped Rissa out of her dress so the two of them could wring it out, where she then began to help her friend back into it. She had only barely managed to get the dress to cover the peaks of Charissa's breasts when...

Just then...

A male voice called out to them...

"Well, well, well... What's all this now?..."

The two girls whipped their heads in the direction of the voice where they were met by the sight of a tall, regal looking gentleman all flowing blonde curls, turquoise jewelry & long flowing cape draped over his shoulders. Steel blue eyes pierced them both as dimples popped both near the corners of his upwardly curving mouth & in the center of his chin as he teased them with a wry Cheshire Cat grin. "To what do I owe this extreme pleasure?" His eyes raked over their bodies with those words. Sibby's with her dress clinging to her in places & Rissa with hers hardly on, barely over her nipples revealing the expanse of creamy curved flesh below. This she remedied quickly, hurriedly taking over from Sibby & pulling her dress back down in a huff, face burning with the heat of both his gaze & her subsequent blush.

When the girls couldn't manage to do more in response to his question than gape, stammer & stumble over their words, a great many of which were "Um... Uh... Well... I... We... You see... I, uh--... Ahem..." He just chuckled, holding two other capes out to them. "Come now, loves. It's frightful out here." He crossed over & draped the rich, warm fabrics over their trembling forms as he draped an arm around each of them, leading them ahead towards the door. "Let's go inside & see if we can't get you warmed up."

The girls nodded shyly, not sure of what to do past that. But as they neared the door to the Manor, Rissa turned towards Sibby & hushed one word where only she could hear, motioning almost imperceptibly to the tall, striking, dimpled blonde gentleman in between them. "Nessie~..."

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The storm had come again, in earnest this time, the thunder drowning out the pained gurgling scream from the library. Both the Hermit & Lord Heston had been stirred by the sight of the girls, Lord Heston the most, & had summarily lost control of the shift, causing a physically painful, albeit temporary, rending of the shared consciousness.

The Hermit retreated further inward to maintain balance, as Lord Heston gathered himself in kind, the pain fading, but the memory keen.

The brunette had been worth such a blow, however. Lush, sweet softness beneath such a delicate frock... the unexpected surprise of her innocent nakedness stirring Heston to half-hardness...

And the wretched timing of the lord of the manner! Scooping up both maidens in one fell swoop, undoubtedly promising them sweet porridge & hot tea, promising to dry their frocks at his fireside, as the three of them romped & frolicked in his bed. No doubt that by nightfall, Robert would have two new beauties to count among his wives & lovers, fully turned & waiting for their own feasts.

He would have damned The Hermit himself, had he been able to do so easily. No, he had chosen to take this form today, this hour, not knowing the girls had been on the estate. No, if he desired one, he & Robert would simply have to share. And indeed the shyer, dark-haired beauty already haunted their mind, awakened a delicious need in Heston’s entire being, & intrigued the Hermit’s sensitive intuition. Both of them desired to see the girl, & they would do so, whether Robert liked it or not.

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Robert led the girls through the door & into the palatial manor which was lit by a litany of candles in in little holders tucked into nooks carved in the wall, chandeliers, candelabras and candlesticks everywhere. It gave the whole place a warm, inviting glow along with a warmth that was only amplified by the fire roaring in the fireplace. He had large, fluffy towels laid out for them of which he grabbed two, handing one to each girl. "Here you are, loves. Care for a spot of tea? Might help you warm up after getting caught in such a dreadful storm."

"Thank you." Came the girl's response in unison. Both were standing still gazing around at their environs in complete shock. Charissa was the first to move slightly, only to pat herself dry with the towel. A slight moan fell from her lips at the feel of the softness of the fabric against her skin, followed by another from Sibby when she did the same.

Robert couldn't help but to grin at that, dimples popping as he laughed. "Feelin better already, eh? Well come, sit." He removed his cloak as well as those of the ladies, chuckling as they promptly covered themselves with their towels, draping them over their shoulders & carefully perching on more towels laid out on a settee opposite him & his large stately chair. He went about pouring their tea to their specifications which they mumbled out while still in a state of shock about it all. It was all very innocent, their surroundings very comforting & their host was nothing if not charming but they still couldn't help but stare at him openly, try as they might to hide it. It led Robert to perk an eyebrow at the two maidens as he handed them their cups. "Hmmm? What? What is it? Is there something on my face? I certainly hope not?" He teased with a smile, feeling around his cheeks, patting them playfully.

"No!" Again the response came in unison. Before they traded off every few words. Sibby first. "No, it's... It's not that... It's... It's just..." And then Charissa. "...She thinks you look like someone... Someone quite familiar..."

"Oh?" Robert tilted his head. "Someone you know?" And then his eyes fell to the books clutched in their little hands. Ah-ha!

"I see... Interested in the Kashmirites are you? Is that how you found yourselves here? Seeking things related to the Order? Counts? Count Kidderminster? Lord Kidderminster and all?"

The replies were now mixed. Sibby was seemingly contrite, ashamed at her inquisitive nature, her nosiness. She dropped her head & nodded, admitting in a small voice. "Yes..." Charissa was nothing if not firm however, shaking her head. "No!" Then taking her contrite friend's admission into account she relayed the following to the now snickering blonde man. "She was. I just came as a tagalong so she wouldn't be alone."

Robert nodded thoughtfully, still with a trace of the teasing smirk on his lips. "I see. And would that be who you think I resemble by any chance, dears? Ah! Now that I think of it... I've never even asked your name! How dreadfully rude of me! Please forgive me... Praytell what are your names, ladies?"

He finally got his answer as to who the maidens - who he was fighting the urge to lick his lips as he took in the sight of them in those damp, filmy white frocks which clung to them just so - were. It was only fair that he caught their names since he was currently contemplating them as prospective bed partners. He got a "Charissa." From the shy brunette. And a "Sibella." From the curious blonde. The brunette growing curious herself, only enough to ask the obvious. "And you are~?..."

Robert couldn't help but grin at that. As his grin peaked, another clap of thunder sounded startling the two girls into jumping into each other's arms with a shriek. Robert felt his urges rising. That was the cause of the thunder. His deep seated urges were awakening to them. Senses on high. He hungered for them. Both of them. Their innocence. Their energy. Their pureness. Pure energy. Purity both of heart & of spirit. It intoxicated him. He swore he could smell it.

He got a scent of peaches and cherries from them. Mingled with that was a hint of apples and lemons. Signs that they belonged here? Were meant to be here? He wasn't exactly sure. He'd worry about that later. Maybe he'd ask Pagey later.

But wait...

PAGEY!...

The storm...

The way it started...

Grew so intense so soon...

Centering over his house...

His castle...

High above the one tower in the center...

The one that contained the library...

The library that contained Pagey & that one mysterious tome of his...

The library which was now emitting strange energies to him...

Pagey always had a strange energy to him...

But this...

This here...

This...

This was different...

This was...

This was like Pagey but on a whole new level!

He couldn't put his finger on it but the vibrations that Pagey was now emitting were strange... Too strange...

Even for him...

And it all started with the arrival of these girls...

Thinking back he realized the window from the library also faced out towards the pond that the girls had frolicked in...

Had Pagey seen them too?

He found himself laughing internally at the question. A bittersweet laugh that turned into a low growl of a single word spoken under his breath as he grit his teeth & balled his fist up, sending back an energy of his own, protective, defensive & yes even a bit greedy towards his newfound houseguests.

The word. Simple. It was a place.

A place that he wished a certain dark haired friend of his were still residing in just then. Preferably locked away in a different tower in a different castle at that. Or even dungeon knowing his reputation.

"Heston..."

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untilthenextencore · 5 years

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A Quick One~

This is another blurb from a different saga I had in mind & wrote with my co author @where-the-hot-springs-blow . "The Kashmir Saga". The Led Zeppelin lads are near immortal vamps - Kashmirites they're called due to their being tied to a mystical organization called "The Order of Kashmir" - that have either inherited or are yet to inherit titles & peerages. (Ex. For Jimmy, he would be Lord Heston. As that is Jimmy's birthplace.)

At this point Bonzo - who later will come into a title from a relative as Lord Clewer - is a driver & carriage / stablemaster for Wolverhampton Manor led by Lord Percival Anthony Cain aka Lord Wolverhampton & his young upstart nephew Lord Kidderminster / Count K, Robert Anthony Plant. Lord Cain has taken in a young girl in order to prepare her for debut, Morganna Mair Seren. As he does his best to prep the spirited miss for debut, with all his obligations he is unaware of the romance that blossoms between her & his nephew, Robert.

The romance is consummated during a trip to Wales that Robert takes her on without Lord Anthony but with his blessing, "for fresh air". Bonzo drives them there along with her Lady's maid Maria. After the consummation however, a rather shocking occurrence between Bonzo, Maria & Morganna along with the knowledge that budding romance or not, Robert is still sowing his wild oats elsewhere lead Morganna to start some sowing of her own. Starting with our lad from Clewer, Mr. John Henry Bonham himself!

As ever I am constantly editing & because of that, the unusual AU & short & sudden stop I beg your forgiveness.

And under advice from @firethatgrewsolow I tag @starchild0985

Happy Birthday, Bonzo~!

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On a cool moonlit night just when dusk is setting in, Morganna found herself wandering the grounds of Wolverhampton Manor with a shawl around her shoulders. She had just returned from a trip to Wales with Kidderminster & his coachman & driver "Bonzo" & her maid "Maria". While there she & Count K as she called him quickly got lost in a world of pleasure - a world he initiated her in - a world that he took no small pleasure in guiding her through once she was initiated.

While there she was stunned to find that she & Count K apparently weren't the only ones who had that idea either. For while there she was taking another of her twighlight time walks, she came across Bonzo & Maria out in the garden beneath a tree. Bonzo was sitting with his back against the tree with Maria on top of him, straddling him, riding him while still in her white and black simple dirndl dress. Her hips rocked over his with Bonzo's large hands cradling her hips. She could hear every gasp from Maria & every grunt from Bonzo as they rang into the night air. Maria with her back to Morganna was none the wiser. But Bonzo - as Maria folded forward to rest her head on Bonzo's right shoulder as she rode - caught sight of Morganna. His eyes flew wide before crinkling at the corners as he grinned & began moving Maria's hips to move on his in such a way as to cause Maria to moan louder at which point his grin turned into chuckling. And at that point Morganna scurried off along her way.

But still...

She could not shake the image from her mind...

Nor could she help but look at her Maria & K's Bonzo in a whole new way. Maria was none the wiser. But Bonzo she caught regarding her with the odd heated stare. It shocked her. It embarrassed her.

Most of all though...

It intrigued her...

It intrigued her so much so that on this cool night back at Wolverhampton Manor she found that her typically meandering footsteps on this evening walk of hers led her where else but to Bonzo's front door of sorts, the stables. As coachman, footman he was very well versed in the handling of horses & as such was often found tending to them making him some sort of stablemaster as well. He had started out as stable boy once upon a time so it wasn't all too unusual for him.

And naturally where else could one expect to find an ex stable boy, now coachman, footman & stablemaster of sorts but the stables? He was there with his back turned to her, hauling bags of feed to one corner & tidying up the hay bales when he heard her footsteps. Stopping suddenly he turned to regard the petite strawberry blonde with a curious look that soon morphed into a warm smile accented with a bow. "Good evening, my lady. To what do I owe this pleasure? Ah!" Then seeing her eyes flicker to the reins hung on the wall & saddle draped nearby & his smile then morphed into a teasing grin similar to the one he had that night in Wales. "Fancy a ride, my lady?"

Seeing her struck silent save for the slight gasp & sudden blush fireworking across her face he laughed heartily. He then wiped his brow with the back of his hand, reaching over to a nearby bucket & grabbing ahold of the ladle within, nodded in her direction. "Excuse me, ma'am." He then took a good swig of the well water wiping his mouth with the same hand he had used to wipe his sweat.

Morganna then responded to this by handing him a handkerchief. "Here. Use this instead." Bonzo was a bit stunned. He felt his cheeks burn now - warming not only due to the candlelight - a light wash of pink coloring them. He accepted the handkerchief with a mumbled. "Thanks. Thank you very much, Lady Morganna."

He then used it to blot his sweat dry, trying not to get lost in the heady smell of her perfume. Powdery & sweet but not cloying & overpowering. He had caught faint whiffs of it before, both in passing & having scented traces of it on her lady's maid Maria. Now he was getting closer to it than he ever had before.

And he was about to get closer still...

For as he mopped his brow again, dabbing at his temples, Morganna reached out & cupped his burning cheek stunning him still. He watched her carefully as her thumb traced his lips, wiping off traces of lingering well water & sweat from his lips & the edge of his moustache. An electric current ran through the both of them, making them go hot & cold. Bonzo ran hot with unmitigated WANT as she made the bold gesture. Meanwhile Morganna felt a chill of uncertainty as she made the bold gesture.

In a split second however she had her answer as Bonzo himself threw caution to the wind, wrapping his arms around her smaller, slight frame & fusing his mouth to hers making her drop her shawl, it fluttering to the ground in a pool at their feet.

As she wrapped her arms as best as she could around his broad shoulders she found herself easily falling into line in this new encounter with this new man. His kiss was different than Robert's. Just as commanding & passionate. But his was a different kind of passion. Deeper set. Earthier. Raw. Blazing hot. Vs Robert who was more dreamy & languid amidst more volcanic eruptions when he just could not or would not hold himself back from her. There was also the fact that Bonzo unlike Kidderminster had a full moustache that grazed her upper lip making her giggle. "Mmmm... Tickles..."

Which led to him chuckling as he parted from her. "Aye, milady. The way ye affect me. What am I gonna do with you?"

Morganna shrugged at this question looking down at her feet momentarily as she contemplated it before lifting her eyes to meet his, fixing him with an earnest, innocent gaze as she asked in return. "What do you want to do with me, John?"

His eyes remained on hers, a gaze so hot & piercing it nearly made her knees buckle, holding her in desirous thrall. He leaned forward kissing his way along her neck to just below her ear, letting his answer fall from his lips & onto her skin.

"Taste you, my lady ..." With that he dropped to his knees onto the dusty, hay-strewn floor, his strong hands pressing her hips to the wall behind her, nuzzling her through her skirt, taking in the softness of her evening’s dress, breathing in more of her innocuously heady perfume, sighing deeply with each press of his face against her.

With a teasing smile, he slid his hands from hip to hem, gathering the silkiness in his fingers & slowly lifting, revealing her porcelain-skinned legs, & finally, her wispy, delicate pantalettes, crafted from breaths of thin satin & lace. The sight getting the better of him, he pressed his face to them, breathing deeply, kissing her softly through them.

Morganna shivered as his lips trailed along her neck & even more at the words traced hot against her skin. She gasped as he fell to his knees. Her hands came gently over his as he braced her hips. They slid up his strong arms & shoulders, coming to sift through his hair as he nuzzled her. She smiled softly, teasing him as his locks wound around her fingers. "Is this what you do with Maria now?"

The next sound out of her mouth however was yet another soft gasp as he revealed her nearly sheer pantalettes. She then found herself purring as she felt him nuzzle her, the fleeting yet repeating contact of his lips on her most tender flesh making her hips tilt slightly to meet him. The lace at the small little opening growing damp as her wetness began to slick her lips, dripping onto the fabric & even through the fabric & slit onto the hay strewn ground.

In between biting her lip in anticipation Morganna questioned the older man. "Mmmm, John... Do you really enjoy my scent so much?... Do you really intend to taste me?... Do you really want to?... How long have you wanted to? I must admit, John... I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since that night in Wales..."

"Mmm... Maybe... Depends on how she comes to me usually... Depends what we’re in the mood for." In the soft light of the barn he could just make out the sight of her growing wetness on the front of her pantalettes, slowly pressing his tongue to it & licking softly. He couldn’t hold back his growl at the tease of both her scent & taste, wanting more of each, wanting to drown in it until dawn. One hand kept her skirts up as he let the fingers of the other caress the dainty opening of her pantalettes, slickness collecting on his fingertips, pressing firmly & feeling more droplets trickling over his fingers.

"I surely do, Lady Morganna... As much of you as you’ll let me. Mmm... Is this how you felt when you caught us that night in Wales? Surprised me a fair bit when you didn’t run away..." Again his gaze met hers, just as hot & piercing as before. His lips curved in a lustful grin, mouth ever so slightly shiny with her wetness.

Her eyelids began to flutter as she lifted her hips more, a low moan escaping her lips at the feel of his tongue. "Mmmm... So that wasn't your 1st time with her? Thought not..." She then gave a faint giggle as she ran her fingers through his hair, petting him. "Why would I run?... I have no fear of you... I trust you, John... I trust you... Mmmm... Your moustache still tickles me... I like it though... I've never been tickled like this before... And your lips feel like absolute bliss... Like a dream... Like I'm in a dream that I never want to wake from..." She then brought one hand to help hold her skirts up as the other remained in his hair, cradling the back of his head & continuing to pet him.

Morganna's cheeks burned with a fierce blush as she made the shy request. "Take me there, John... Take me to that dreamland... Let's go together... To paradise... And stay as long as we can tonight... As long as possible... In a dream from which neither of us will want to wake... In such a rapture together that neither of us will want to leave... Perhaps then this might not be our only time... We could meet again... That is... If you'd like it to be, John..." She met his eyes hesitantly, biting her lip again as she offered herself to him.

"Hardly! Far more to your lady’s maid than meets the eye indeed... She's a wild, hungry one... Damn near insatiable some nights..." The feel of her hips moving to his mouth, of her warm flesh so near his lips, his waiting mouth drove him mad, his trousers feeling as though they’d rip right through from how much he wanted her - how much he’d been craving her since Wales!

All of that, combined with the coquettish innocence, the nearly-chaste teasing of her words ...

His mind raced with a thousand & one desires, torn between wanting to spoil her like the beauty she was, & wanting to introduce her to the same wild, rough pleasures he enjoyed with Maria.

But no. She was a delicate, innocent maiden. In time, if she wished, he would show her the pleasures of more earthy, uninhibited interludes.

All things in time.

But for now...

"As you wish, Lady Morganna... Just lead me as you so desire." At that he slipped his thumbs beneath the soaked opening in her pantalettes, spreading them & her open, tongue diving into her for the very first time. He groaned against her, nearly overcome by her taste, the soft scents of sex & perfume enveloping every bit of his senses. He lapped eagerly at her, taking her in like the ripest & juiciest of summer fruits, sweetness trickling down his sweat-slicked neck, her sighs & gasps turning his groans & sighs to moans & growls.

His mouth was relentless, tongue questing & searching every inch of her sweetness, unable to get enough. She reminded him of the darkest of honey mead, her taste & scent, the hot trickles of her rolling down his neck. Without realising, he pressed one hand against the front of his trousers, trying to quell the throbbing as best he could. If she wanted more tonight, she could have it. But he would not push or twist her into anything but this if she so wished.

To show her this, he gazed up at her, lips wrapping tight around her clit, tongue flicking in time with each suck until he slipped them free with a sharp pop.

"More, my lady? Or did you just crave a small taste tonight? Something to warm you on your walk back?"

~Fin for now~

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