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Moonlit secrets

His hand... it was touching her! She blushed ever so much. Looking to him, she gulped, what a to do! She fumbled more; hrer breasts pressing together. For a cup size, she was a an E-cup! How the hell she had kept them hidden was a miracle. She thought over the dresses he asked for. "I-I'd like a few of those empress styled dresses, and possibly, some ribbions if it isn't a problem."
Almira nodded,
"Done, done... I will see what I have in back." The woman quickly used her hands to trap Lestelle in the tape. She took the measurements. Rolling up the tape, she sighed,
"Finding clothing to fit such a bust is hard, but I should be able to tailor some."
The woman shuffled off. Lestelle looked up to him shyly.
"My I... dress in something while we wait or--stay--like this..."
 
"She will make you strip again, doesn't believe in undies, I'm not even allowed to wear any. The clothes feel great against your skin though...would me being naked help?" He said to her in a much more gentle and jovial tone. However the pitch was off, wavering between joking and flirting as he said it before he looked about the shop and away from her while he sighed. He didn't even bother covering his erection anymore, he was sure she and the old shop keeper had seen it. He ran his fingers through her hair soon after as he walked around her. "We could also get you some new soaps and the like darling, your smell is rather." Leaning in he inhaled her scent before continuing. "pleasant, but your hair's ends are a bit frayed, but it can be taken care of, after this we will go and see if we can get you some servants." He said to her slowly.
 
Lestelle stood there in silence. This was so infuriating! What sort of code of conduct was this?! The bit about her hair was really too much. She frowned horribly; was he some sort of lechture? Lestelle slapped him across the face, mentally of course. She gave him a glance of sheer pain before she turned to face away from him. Her hair... it wasn't all that bad was it? That sweet musky scent of vanilla wafting over to him from her quick turn; her curls bouncing slightly. How could he be so cruel and mock her? Her arms couvered her chest.

Almira came out, and handed the girl a dress. Silently, she pulled it on and the alteration began to be mapped out.

Lestelle refused to look at Edmund.
 
Leaning in he spoke to her slowly. "My dear, if you are to be mine, you are to be pristine, a woman of the upper class must always be as such. You are of the gentry now." He said to her slowly. "You may even find a young man of the gentry to marry one day." He said to her slowly and affectionately, he didn't touch her knowing Almia would snap at him for his contact disrupting her adjustments. "I rather like your hair, thus only the ends would be done." He added to her before he gave a slight snicker. "I can't do anything to make you more gorgeous than you are, but I can make you a woman who gives off an air that becomes a noblewoman."
 
Almira removed the dress and hung it up in a wardrobe ment for her to-do's. She went into the back again; maybe they had something in a different color, more suited to her skin. Lestelle shook her head, "You are mistaken, Mr. Blackwell, for no matter how much you groom me, I will always come from a non-existant background, and no fortune. No one marries for beauty... And your will to change my 'air' is futile. The women who took me in one summer failed at that..." She turned around, looking up at him, "You are my employer, but I am not your doll! And I will sleep with my nightgown."
How dare she oppose him!
 
"It is you who are mistaken, you don't seem to understand. All of my family's heads of house have been of gentry families, lesser ones, but still, thus most men won't even look int it. That and if you save properly you can have a substantial dowry. You are right, you are my employee, but as such, you will conform to my standards, or you will find employment elsewhere. I don't intend to change who you are, I like who you are, I intend to change how you carry yourself , poise, grace, and a bit more of an education." He said to her, his voice now cold and stern. He had moved around to stand before her and had cast her a glance from the corner of his eye before he turned his back to her. "Almia, I need some alterations to my wardrobe, send someone over for it later." He added before he turned on his heel and began to walk toward the door.
 
Almia shuffled out the back. "Alright, alright. I will send young Bently to drop off the delievery in three days." She watched him exit, the air in the room was cold. She looked up to the large breasts girl, and sighed,
"Silly little bird, you should watch your tongue. Men have very little paitience... you should be glad he has taken such a liking to you, for it will also be your curse." Almia held out a nightgown for Lestelle.

She slipped on the well tailored ivory silk;it felt fabulous against her chilled body. She smiled to the woman, before asking, "How much... will all this cost?"
The woman looked her over, "By the sound of his intensions, a lot. The bill will be paid when the order is complete. See you, tomorrow, you will be needed for fitting."

Lestelle was then shoved out of the shop. The day had grown so dark... And there she was in a short lacy slip. Her hair carried in the wind as she shivered. Soon, she was helped up back into the small compartment.
 
He sat back against the seat, his head leaned to one side as he looked to the town about them. It was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the rest of the town's lesser populace, this place was one of urban wealth. He sighed softly as a man came out and loaded various cloths onto the back of the carriage then closed his eyes and leaned back further, into the darkness created away from the window by the lack of light. He sighed and steepled his fingers before folding them into his lap. "You intend to do as such everytime we go out in public? Because if I were a lesser man or were we around other nobles, most would expect physical pushinment. Do you understand?" He asked her slowly as he interlaced his fingers and his blue eyes narrowed. In the dark only those eyes could be seen staring out from the void.
 
"Yes sir." She looked to his shoes. Her own? Well, she had taken them off too, and Almia had surely burned them by now. Her legs, they looked so smooth in the low light. Not wanting to defy him, and press his bounderies, she remained silent. But the buldge he had! How could one man's endowments be so large? She blushed at any romantic touch, but sex is an entirely different manner! Maybe it was just the lighting? Lestelle closed her eyes, and listened to the steady thump of the wheels on the road. Eventually, she fell asleep curled up across from him, any further words would have just meld together.

Silly little bird... she was still just a child.
 
He didn't bother speaking as she drifted off. His eyes still stared out into the night and he could feel urges welling up within him as he traced the ever fuller orb of the moon. His lips curled into a smaile, or at least what could have been a smile were it no so feral. A hungering smirk of expressed desire is more what it was. His eyes returned to her form watching slight changes, the parting of her lips the rise and fall of her bosom. He would wait, yes, wait and savor it, after what he had done today he couldn't see her going anywhere. They stopped at the house and leaning forward he easily scooped her into his arms and hopped down from the carriage deeply bending his knees as he landed so as not to jostle her. Soon they were in her bedroom and he shifted the covers to one side to lay her on a goose down matress that sank slightly as he removed his arms from beneath her. Covering her he leaned in, his face lingering over her's.
 
Ka-thud, ka-thud... the wheels on the carriage repeated like a broken record player. Ka-thud, ka-thud, errch! The sudden motion slowly came to a hault, and this disturbed the sleeping beauty. Her face scrunched up a tad, not knowing how to react to this. But soon, she felt a great warmth. As he held her in his arm, the sleepy Lestelle nuzzled herself closer. Her smooth legs hanging over his one arm, the other supporting her back. WIth each breath she took in that delicious smell. But the warmth... it disappeared! And she was brought into a chilly world that was cushioned. This cold spike caused her to open her eyes, and there she felt and saw his breath. Lestelle learched upwards, clining to him for warmth; her body shivered beneith his.
 
He had not been particularly paying attention to her movements, he had assuemd the feel of her silky hair was just her shifting in her sleep. Now however as he leaned over her she was awake and reaching out to him. He felt her shivering and hadn't thought on the effect of the cool night on her tiny frame in just the nightgown. Holding her briefly he leaned in and instinctively pressed his lips to hers before pulling back suddenly. Pondering on it he gave a soft smile. "Give me just a moment I'll light your fireplace."He said as he looked down to her. Her blanket now held a bit of his warmth as he slipped back his length once again throbbing as he quickly went over to a corner. A few seconds later the fireplace roared to life illuminating him in flickering light.
 
Lestelle blushed a deep blush; his lips against her had well woken up her body! She looked up to him with her large eyes before sinking back. As she sank, Lestelle grew more and more comfortable. Soon enough, her lids grew heavy and shut. Her breathing was so slow, as she lay there in a nice warm room; all curled up with the duvet covering her body. She wore a small smile as she slept.

Soon enough, another day was started. The fire had died down to mere embers, and her room filled with bright sunshine. Lestelle stretched, pushing out that developed chest of her's. What a strange dream she had, undressing before Edmund and having him... well... It was some sort of dark fantasy. Humming, she walked over to the window. Looking upon the horizon, she frowned; "Rain? Oh well... this will make for a good cleaning day."
Have no clothing except the nightgown, Lestelle floated down the stairs. How terribly dusty the place was! She would hier the best maids possible, women who are experienced... No youngin's for Edmund. Standing in the kitchen, she began to chop away at some herbs.
 
Edmund had made his way to his bed and stripped down before falling asleep. A small clatter awoke him..lifting his head he listened before standing. He didn't think anything of it that he was naked and now walking down toward the kitchen with a hardon before him that almost reached his chest. His gait was slow his eyes heavily lidded half awake and red as he made his way into the kitchen and saw her. "Who...oh...Lestelle" He said as he rubbed his eyes and yawned softly before making his way over towards her. "How did you sleep?" It was slow but it dawned on him as he got closer to her the state he was in and quickly he lifted a large frying pan and covered himself.
 
The sound of the knife hitting the wooden cutting board after slicing through the crisp green herbs was music to any hungry person. Lestelle brushed them into a bowl, and set it aside. Taking some cheese, she began to cut that into small pieces,
"I slept wonderfully! But I had this odd dream... and I seem to have misplaced my clothing. Have you see--?!"
Lestelle turned to ask him if he had seen her suitcase, but she was forced with something else. He was holding a frying pan infront of himself! Was he some sort of a pervert?! Blushing furiously, she turned right around and continued slicing.
"H-how did you um... sleep?"
 
"Your suitcase is in your bedroom but you've been ordered entirely new clothing. While nice your old clothes just weren't up to quality. At the back of your walk in closet closest to the bed there is better cloth so you can remake the items" He said to her slowly before he began to back away hoping to leave the awkward situation in the kitchen. The thick tip of his member peeked out over the edge of the frying pan as his smooth testes hung below it. S
 
Lestelle nodded, with an awfully bashful look on her face. Finishing with the cheese, she looked to right; What happened to the frying pan she had set down? Her face turned so much darker as she made the connection. Edmund had been holding a frying pan infront of himself... the frying pan she needed for breakfast! Not wanting to impose, Lestelle took a cloth. Tieing it infront of her eyes like a blindfold, she turned around and placed her hand on the table. Using it to guide it herself to Edmund, she reached out with her hand. OO! The smooth hand came closer, and closer to his groin before it wrapped itself around his hard, cold, iron pan handle. She smiled,
"I need this for cooking, Mr. Blackwell, and it is your house. You shouldn't feel embaressed if it pleases you to be nude,"
 
He looked to her before he sighed and simply lowered the pan. His other hand slipped forward to slide up the cloth. "Its only fair, I saw you naked yesterday." He said as he stood before her unabashed. His member looked obviously out of place even on his large body the size was a little too big. He grinned and looked down before he held out the pan by the edge handle extended towards her. "Yeah, I'm not embarrassed, wanted to save you from embarrassment dear since your face is such a deep pink color already I'd say I've failed." He continued.
 
Lestelle felt the fabric move against her face. She did not want to be even with him. It was definately not the same to see a woman naked; especially in society where her virginity was the only assest which made her worthy. Rumors spread like wild fire, and they have intentions to break one's reputation and will. Her hands reached forward. One finding the pan, the other touched his hip. Oh! What a glorious sensation it was, to feel the heat from another's body... It made her good deep red.
 
"Ok then, keep your eyes closed." He said with a soft laugh as he shifted before he pushed forward her fingers sliding along the smooth him as he leaned in closer to her. Taking the pan he slowly eased it from her fingers and pressed close to her. His member was trapped between them the heated rod pressing to her through the thin night gown as he hugged her softly, his fingers stroking about her back and his chin coming to rest atop her head as he held her close to him. He didn't hold her too hard, the upper part of his length was pressed to her breasts the head not too far below her lips, his body had the slight scent of dark chocolate to it before he pulled back from her. "Enjoy your breakfast Lestelle." He said to her.
 
Her red hair gleamed in the light of the sun that shone in through the small kitchen window. He, his body, his... Ah! He was just so big in general. He could feel her face burning against him. Her moist breath escaping her lips as she breathed heavily; teasing the head of his hard on. Those large breasts of her's pressing all around his member... Her small hands came about, and her arms hooked upwards like a coat rack, allowing her hands to rest on his back. She turned her head, and looked up to him; opening her eyes now. She made a quiet comment,
"I was making breakfast for the both of us."
 
"Oh I'd have thought you'd have hired a kitchen staff by now, but here you are, cooking for me." He cooed softly all the wile getting closer to her. His eyes locked with hers as he smiled before his nose touched hers and he laughed. "My little house wife." He added to her before he slowly stroked his fingers along her lower back in a slow small spiral before trailing the tips up to cup her upper back and pull her closer as he shifted his head his lips closer to hers but he stopped, making sure to stop this time, however he did linger his lips now less than an inch from hers as he lifted her into his arms and leaned toward her, all she had do was clasp her arms about his neck.
 
What lechturous behavior! Morals, Lestelle, MORALS! Her ears poked out from her red locks as she shook her head, "No!!!" She cried loudly, pushing herself away. She looked up to him with her large grey eyes, "Mr Blackwell, I am not your wife! A-and... this is not appropreate protocall at all. Now, now I am going to get dressed, and when I come to your room with breakfast, I do hope that you will also be dressed..." Ohh~ What will she had.
 
He found himself roughly shoved away and though she didn't move him by even the slightest of inches it still hurt. He looked down and then away from her. He had felt to natural doing it, it didn't seem wrong but now she had rejected him. "I'm not hungry." He said to her simply before he turned on his heel and simply walked away from her towards the door. Across his back were a number of scratches and a tremendous long bite mark at the base of the back of his neck as though something had grabbed him between its jaws and been forced to release him.
 
Oh, how terrible... He had gone through so much, this animalistic man, and he was only acting natural! It really was her own fault for having been undressed before him, and now wearing such a scandelous attire. But what could she do? She was in a terrible perdicament. He had hiered her as the head of house, and she was much more like a sex slave! Figurtively. He had shown her much kindness, and she gave him the lip of her morals. Running up to him, she pressed herself against his back side. Her hands came up to hug him,
"Je suis trés désolée, cher monsieur Edmund,"
Her french was, impecable!
 
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