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Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Even if it wasn’t truth, it still made Babbette feel much better. He said he intended to make her his. That was a bit of security for a future. No doubt people’s tongues were already wagging and spitting venom. It was quite scandalous for a man and a woman to go into a secluded place by themselves. The Duke was also notorious for his mistresses, though now the lovely Baroness wondered that validity of those vicious rumors. Certainly he was a heartbreaker but he did not seem the type to take on mistresses. Though, the girl had just met him. There could have easily been more girls like her.

Babbette’s head swam as she tried to make things make sense. Of course they did not clear up any. A defeated sort of sigh escaped from her lips. This was going all over the place. Perhaps it would be best for the both of them if they were to head inside. But she desperately wanted to stay outside with him. The warm night air was seductive. The offer of another kiss was tempting. His lips had sent her into a whole new world of pleasure and sin. Kissing him made her body feel like it was going to combust completely. It was dangerous. If she did not watch herself she could have given herself to him easily.

“It would be best that we go back to the party,” she told him. A coy smile crossed her lips and no matter how she tried, that little grin stayed there. Despite all of her reservations and worries about what was proper for a young woman, Babbette could feel the thrill of having such a powerful man attracted to her still pulsing through her body. “So much time has passed and I do wish to enjoy the other pleasantries of the ball.”
 
Mythrand actually smiled at his answer, part of him had wanted her to indulge him another of those heated kisses but he also was quite pleased that even as flushed as she seemed to be she was still able to gather herself. That smirk of hers had a certain seductive allure as well and he suddenly hoped that as she came more fully into her own passions he would see more of such things from her. He nodded with that charming smile never leaving his lips and then took her arm gently in his holding her formally at his side. This too simply felt right to the Duke, the Baroness Do'Trive upon his arm simply seemed natural to him. He brought his other hand over to lightly stroke her slender wrist before resting his hand atop hers with a smile, "As you wish mon cherie, you will soon make many women green with envy and flushed with rage if I am not mistaken... but none of them holds a candle to you my dear Baroness."

Mythrand began to lead her through the garden back towards the gates that would return them to the palace proper. He suddenly wanted to guide her through the paths of his own nocturnal garden, to show her the woods near the chateaus, mayhaps even play a piece or two for her on his grand or his Amati. He marveled at how intimate a look he was willing to give the ravishing beauty on his arm. Most would no doubt accuse him of swooping in hoping to seduce the fiery vision so new to the court. But the truth of the matter, as he was beginning to see it at least, was that he was every bit as smitten as she seemed to be. The guards opened the gate as they approached and bowed respectfully to the Duke and Baroness. Mythrand was quite pleased at how naturally the guards seemed to react to them as a pair. Likewise when they finally returned to the main ballroom all eyes fell upon them.

It was clear that men and women of the court alike were green with envy and jealousy as they gazed on the pair. It was clear that many men wanted to be where he was, they wished it was their arm she clung to seemingly so happily. Likewise it was clear that quite a few young women wanted to be the ones who stood at the Duke's side. Of course as with any such event in the court some whispers began almost as soon as they returned to the ball. Duke Dragonasi however was unphased by such things and instead lead the Baroness through the ballroom back to her father with a smile. He continued to elegantly hold Babbette's arm in his own as he spoke in his usual rich tones, "Well good sir, after our brief exchange you can rest assured, your lovely daughter and I have both decided we do indeed wish a formal courtship. I wanted you to be the first to know, as the blessing you so recently gave is of great importance to me and I thought it only right that I inform you myself."

He patted Babbette's hand softly, his fingers subtly caressing her slender wrist unseen by those around them. They looked quite the pair as they stood there, the smile never left Mythrand's face as she stood at his side. Though he did suddenly wonder how those who had filled her dance card would feel knowing that the lovely Baroness was now formally spoken for. But he was also quite certain he could deal with anything they said or attempted. So still smiling and with Babbette upon his arm he continued to speak in those rich tones of his, "so my good sir, would you like to accompany us to see the King... to formally inform him of this turn of events?"
 
This was like a dream. Her first time in court and she had already garnered an official suitor. Not only had she done that but this man was the Duke Dragonasi! This was the man that every single and even married woman wanted to get their claws into and there she was, so easily wrapping the affirmed bachelor around her pinky. As he showed her around the room, she took in the jealous faces of those around her. Such a public display of the Baroness meant that he had chosen her for himself. It was a very bold statement. One that had young women seething with jealousy.

One in particular, Camilla, was watching. Hatred was sketched on her lovely features. How did that little wretch catch the duke’s attention? No man in the ton could resist her but the Duke had always been her goal and out of her reach. Why was it that that horrible little girl so easily entranced him?! Why, she had brown eyes. That was hardly within fashion! Not only that but she was only a Baroness! That was hardly a secure marriage for the duke to make. A duchess would have better suited him. The blonde stomped her foot, nearly breaking the foot of her dance partner. A plot began to formulate in her mind…

Babbette was overjoyed when the news was told to her father. This was more than what he could have hoped for. His little girl had become the interest of the man the King held in the highest regards. Louis smiled broadly and took the hand of the duke. “Most certainly! Most certainly! I would love to accompany you to meet the king. This is my baby after all.” Pride emitted from every expression and movement.

Babbette smiled up at the Duke. “I do believe my father is all too happy by the news, dear Duke,” she purred into his ear.
 
The Duke could not help but smile at the way the Baroness purred into his ear, somehow she managed to make even such a mundane response seem more sensuous. Mythrand was all to happy to have her upon his arm... he had sought a woman with fire and intellect for so long, and to finally have found her and learn that they inflamed one another so made him wonder if perhaps it was fate. That smile never left his face as he nodded his head to Louis and then patting Babbette's hand softly he began to once more lead her through the crowds of nobles. The stairs continued as the couple made their way through the crowds and towards the head of the throng on the far side of the ballroom. At that far end of the ballroom a dais had been set up and upon it a throne. There sat his royal highness King Charles III, It was towards this figure that the Duke lead the Baron Do'Trive whose daughter still hung upon the Duke's arm.

The crowd parted to admit the approaching couple and the baroness' father the Baron Do'Trive, though from some mumbles could be heard as they passed. Mythrand payed them no head though as he knew all to well it was as simple as the women wishing they were his lovely Babbette or the men wishing she was hanging upon their arms rather than his. He bowed his head respectfully to the king who seemed to positively beam upon seeing a lovely young woman upon the duke's arm. He was quick to press hoping to confirm the obvious, "Oh my good friend, do our eyes deceive us... or is there a lady of the court on the arm of the ever evasive Duke of Scotts?" Mythrand simply chuckled and again let his hand rest lightly atop Babbette's. Finally he gave a slight but clear nod before he spoke in those rich enchanting tones that seemed to drift above the crowd, "Indeed Charles my friend, This vision of beauty is the Baroness Babbette Do'Trive and this gentlemen her father the Baron Do'Trive. He has given his blessing to my request to formerly court his daughter and so I bring them before you highness to present them and formerly ask your blessing as well."

The King smiled and then stood and stepped forward taking the Duke's free hand in both of his own. He gave it one firm pump, a formal handshake with a friendly touch that did not surprise any in the court. As he released the Duke's hand and stood straight he spoke once more in formal tones loud enough for all those gathered around to hear, "But of course my dear Duke Dragonasi... We had arranged this ball in hopes that we might break your habit of ignoring the ton all together. So let it be known that we do formerly bless your request to court the Baroness Do'Trive." Mythrand smiled and bowed his head to the king once more. The nobles gathered were of mixed response in that many fell silent at the sudden turn of events while others resumed their mumbling and whispering.
 
Babbette had never met the king. She heard that he traveled with a menagerie of sweet tempered spaniels named after him. Indeed as she approached she saw three of the rumored dogs sitting patiently at their master’s feet. A giggle escaped her. They had the same hairstyle as his majesty as well. For a second she forgot who she was in front of and moved to pet one that came prancing towards her. Luckily her father gave her a stern look and she managed to change her movements into a very awkward curtsey. Louis gave a bow and let the Duke speak for them. There were no words that could come to his mouth.

The Baroness could though. Boldly she began to speak. The crowd let out a slight gasp. “Your highness,” she said. Her voice was sweet and stroking. She didn’t know how lovely her sound was. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I never dreamed that I would get the chance and now here you are, blessing the dear Duke in our courtship.”

Louis sighed. His daughter, ever outspoken, even in front of the man who ruled the whole bloody country. Thank God for the Duke’s status and the king’s love for opulent gems. This was a man’s court. That was something that Babbette would learn soon enough when someone blatantly told her or when she was slapped for being so bold. It would happen and she would learn. Now she would be as bubbly as she wanted.

Camilla bit her lip as she watched what was conspiring. With the king’s blessing, the two could run around the ton, showing everyone what a happy couple they were. No, no, no this just wouldn’t do. Something had to happen. The cogs in the lovely blonde’s head began to work…
 
Mythrand gave Babbette's hand a gentle squeeze hoping to remind her of how the court worked in terms of women speaking out. He did not wish to risk anything jeopardizing her status as he wanted her to be his and a fall from grace would complicate his proper courtship of the buxom baroness. At the same time the Duke let that potent lavender gaze pan those gathered and whispering, and oddly enough many of them fell silent. To the skilled eye it was clear that as powerful as the king was in the open, this man clearly possessed just as much power though it was clearly not the sort of thing people spoke of. When his gaze returned to the king and the lovely woman on his arm though his expression was again one befitting a noble who now spoke to the king of all the lands of the British empire. He bowed his head slightly as he spoke in his usual rich and enchanting tones, "Thank you highness, If you would forgive our hasty departure I believe my intended wished to partake of the festivities and I am not want to deny her." Even as Charles laughed nodding, Mythrand was already leading the lovely Babbette away from the dais so by the time the king was waving one gloved hand it was to the couples back.

Mythrand once more smiling lead Babbette to the dance floor, he was reminded of their earlier 'dance' and how it had ended. That thought brought a smile to his face as this time he began a proper dance with the vision of seduction in his arms. He knew all to well the kings predilections and so had been sure to keep the meeting brief. He knew there was a chance the King would allow his own weakness to compromise the blessing he had just given. In the past worry had kept the king from crossing the Duke, few realized exactly how much power the Duke wielded and even the King himself only had his suspicions. But even that was enough to make people reconsider when it came to crossing this vision of masculine beauty. He pushed such thoughts aside though and instead turned his attention to the lovely Babbette. He took her hand gently in his and savored each moment of this dance, a formal and elegant expression of the same passion they had expressed earlier that evening. He enjoyed the dance until its conclusion and then deftly guided the Baroness towards a divan and table off to one side of the hall before he spoke softly to her, "I would very much like to see you outside these stuffy halls mon cherie, and I would love to show you my garden back at the Chateau de Romani... maybe take you riding on my estate as well."
 
Babbette danced happily with the Duke. Her eyes never left his as he moved her through the motions. Such a shade of lavender was so rare. Again she felt the urge to pluck them from his face and find a way to keep them as her own. Certainly he was more beautiful than even the women in the court. The way he moved spoke of an elegance that no human had ever possessed before. It was almost as if he were gliding across the dance floor. The baroness could hardly believe that what was happening was real. Every second it felt more like a dream. A giddy laugh escaped her as they continued. It wasn’t love that she was experiencing but it was something almost as good, she decided.

Even though most of the young people dancing themselves or playing a game, eyes shot towards the newly blessed couple. The older sect of the ton tongue’s wagged behind fans as they spoke to one another. As young girls, they had tried to garner his father’s attention. One even managed a quick affair with said father. Men were wondering how exactly such a man could get such a young flower in the first place or even want one to begin with. She was outspoken. Beautiful, but outspoken. It would certainly be fun to break her.

Camilla had managed to find a place close to the king when dancing with some unknown well-to-do. A smirk had played across her lips and, very loudly, she stated. “Oh my, look at the Baroness Do’trive! I have scarcely seen a girl so graceful or as lovely. Her figure makes me jealous.”

When the dance ended the duke moved her gracefully over to a divan. Babbette sat down and slipped her shoes off. They were the popular heel of the day and bothered her feet something terrible. She had wanted simple slippers but her father and maid both said that it wasn’t fashionable for a woman of courting age to wear such things.

“I would love to see your home,” she replied almost instantly. This stunned her. Of course when she got straight home she would have to tell Matilda everything that had happened. Tilda would be able to pick out a beautiful garment for her and Babbette would even let her maid borrow one of her finer day dresses so, she too, looked beautiful for the Duke. “Is it as lovely as the rumors say? Many of the girls that come into the store go on and on about it.”
 
The duke had to be more subtle about the way he admired his young intended here in the ballroom, but his eyes were still drawn to her as he stood beside the divan. There was no doubt as to the young baroness' beauty and he could no more ignore her allure than a starving man could ignore his hunger. Her answer made him smile and her question even more so. He elegantly took her hand and lifted it to his lips, once more letting his lips dance feather light across the back of her delicate hand even as his fingers subtly and deftly stroked her slender wrist. His voice was rich and magical as he answered her, "I am rather fond of it mon cherie, though I am certain it will pale beside your beauty. You truly are a vision Baroness, and if people say my home is beautiful it is only because they have not seen a room where you resided." he chuckled a bit and placed another soft kiss upon her hand.

Across the hall the king had of course heard Camilla's comments, and his eyes had of course followed Babbette as she and the duke danced. He was sorely tempted to say the least but was also hesitant. There was something about the duke that even he could not quite put his finger on. He knew that his friend wielded far more power than he let on but his agents had not been able to determine what that power was or where it lay. He did notice the more than ample bosom of the young woman as she danced, but the way she looked at the duke gave him a moments pause... he did find her quite desirable but he had just gave his blessing. He could not shake the image of the young beauty though and so found himself rather deep in thought.

Meanwhile a new figure had entered the ball, he was clad in simple blacks including a long coat and his hair was neatly slicked back. His eyes were fierce though and the guards and nobles alike smiled and nodded to him. As he lowered the hood of his traveling cloak fully and removed it the reason became all to apparent. He wore the collar of the clergy though he was surprisingly young or at least young in appearance. Even in these troubled times he was a welcome sight, outside the isles the inquisition struck fear into the masses but the Church of England appointed its own and this was one of their chosen. He smiled and made his way through the crowd surveying those gathered there, and was rather surprised to see the Duke of Scotts entertaining a buxom young beauty. He smirked and promised himself to make inquiries about that to his old friend. He knew it would have to wait though as he was not a noble and so such discussions could not be conducted in public. An elderly priest ran up to the dark haired figure seemingly quite flustered, "Father Simon I have been trying to find you for days.... did you not receive word from the his eminence the Archbishop of Canterbury?" As the light revealed him more fully there were clearly the lines of age on his face though they were far from obvious, they were a little more evident as he smiled and answered, "No I had not received any word from his eminence." the elder priest looked truly shocked and motioned him over to the corner, "They are talking of naming you Bishop of London Father, the current Bishop has fallen deathly ill while you were away in whales." The man known as Father Simon, one of many names he had taken, raised an eyebrow at this given a rather surprised look... it was of course a feigned look as he had expected just such a welcome upon his return.

Even as the priests retreated to speak in private, the king decided to remove himself from the festivities to think... taking his dogs for a walk in the garden as an excuse to leave then making his way to his chambers. Meanwhile the Duke of Scots and his newly blessed companion spent the evening dancing and laughing the night away till it was time to retire.... the Duke had much to see to for the following night when she would visit.

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When the next night began to blossom and the Duke rose from his slumber to dress, his manor was already awash with activity. Servants bustled about making sure it was pristine and beautiful even as the the Duke's butler came to ensure he was well and preparing for his visitor. The house was awash with talk of the lovely young woman who would be visiting their master this evening. The well muscled gypsy who had drove the dukes carriage the night before was in the stables seeing to the many prized Arabian horses that they housed there as his master had mentioned he might take the Baroness riding at some point in the evening. The duke was just finishing donning his finery as the elderly head of house spoke in soft wise tones, "You look fit to woo a queen master, I sent Gerard to ensure the horses were ready in case you should indeed decide to go for a ride with your intended.... though if I might trouble you for a moment, I know I must soon train a replacement to serve you and had wondered if you had considered Gerard... he is my son after all and has served the household his entire life." The Duke Dragonasi turned his lavender gaze to his most trusted servant. It was true that he had served for many years and would need to train a replacement soon while he could. So it was that Mythrand nodded his head a bit before speaking in his own rich tones, "That is a wise suggestion, and he is among the most trusted here... and as you say it is the life he has always lived... yes I think that would work well, he already knows the Chateau as well as the lands and guests who visit. You may inform the other servants and begin his training tomorrow." The head of house bowed and smiled, a sign of his gratitude and then made sure the last touches of his masters attire were in place before leaving to inform the other servants and see to it that the estate was perfect for the visit of his masters intended.
 
The day was spent in preparation for her visit with the duke. Matilda had chased the Baroness around her bedchambers with a green gown, which the young woman simply refused to wear. It was gorgeous and made of the finest silk, with pretty little primrose flowers to accent it and a full pink silk skirt. Any young woman would be glad to wear it. But the lady Babbette despised it. She wanted to wear something red, something that an adult would wear. Green was a very popular color, Matilda injected, and it went so well with her hair and eyes. Finally Babbette relented and let her maid do her job.

The good part of the day was spent making sure everything was right with her looks. Babbette’s auburn hair was pinned up and pearls were interlaced with each tendril. Her father had supplied a rarity; pink diamonds, and those too were pasted in her hair. Matilda slaved away on her mistress until everything looked just perfect. Even Bab was impressed with the way she turned out; green dress in all.

“Oh, Tilda!” she cooed. “This looks masterful! I feel like a lady of the ton already.”

Matilda smiled broadly at her mistress. To be so innocent must have been such a gift. She chuckled then prepared herself a simple dress. It was cream colored with a vibrant pink apron and green swirl pattern around it. To match Babbette. Finally they were done and it was only an hour before her and the Duke were to meet at his residence.

The carriage was readied and they were off. On the way their the two giggled and dreamed about the day when Babbette would be the Lady Dragonasi. They played games and Matilda fussed with the young woman’s hair. Finally the carriage came to a stop and they were outside of the rumored home of the duke. Babbette’s breath caught as the door to the carriage was opened.

Matilda came out first, her vibrant red hair looking more so against the hue of the setting sun. She then helped her lady out, making sure that the exit was graceful and elegant.
 
The Chateau de Romani was every bit the vision of elegance and finery one would expect based on its owner. As Matilda exited the carriage it would be all to clear they were expected. At the base of the stairs was that same well muscled young man who had masterfully handled the carriage of his master the night before. He was garbed in simple blacks that were of course of the finest materials and workmanship and the fading light did nothing to obscure his rich olive complexion or luxurious dark hair. Just behind him upon the stairs stood the current head of the household servants, wizened and elderly he was the perfect example of the loyal man servant. HE placed a reassuring hand on the younger mans shoulder and nodded his head slightly as if to encourage him. The younger man straightened up a bit and then finally spoke in a deep voice with a slight Slavic accent, "Welcome to Chateau de Romani, The Duke awaits inside.... My name is Gerard and I will be seeing to your needs during your stay here, if you require anything please let me know." The elderly man behind him nodded his head approvingly even as the young Gerard bowed and motioned towards the door of the Chateau. As if on cue the doors swung open to reveal a lavish entry hall decorated with the finest Italian art, renaissance armor, and oriental rugs. Gerard was not paying any attention to the finery though, as the women's eyes were drawn to that his were upon the rather curvaceous handmaiden attending the Baroness. Her simple yet elegant garb did nothing to conceal her beauty and the way the setting sun accented her crimson locked was rather enticing in its own right.

Of course the radiant beauty beside her was impossible to ignore but Gerard and the others were all aware of how strongly their master seemed to feel towards the young woman already. He had to admit there was something about her that did set her apart from the other nobles he had seen during his time serving the master. But he had been serving this house and his master for as long as he could remember, so when his eyes glanced the buxom and radiant Babbette his only thoughts were for his master's happiness and he hoped that just maybe this young woman could actually provide that for his master. He lead the young women into the Chateau proper and then through that main hall. Before long the sound of music could be heard, to say the least it sounded as if it was being played by a virtuoso... resonate tones of what had to be a full grand piano echoed through the halls as they approached a set of double doors. those doors were swung open by servants to reveal the Duke himself sitting at the bench of an exquisite grand piano playing with such ease and grace that he made it look effortless. The Duke looked up and when his eyes fell upon Babbette he flashed her a pleased and utterly charming smile.... his hands continued to dance over the ivory keys effortlessly even as his gaze remained upon the lovely Baroness. It was a few moments before he finished the piece he was playing and then stood smoothing out his fine silk coat and making his way over to bow elegantly to Babbette.

Before he stood again he had already taken her hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of her hand, then as his lips began to part from her skin he instead let them brush featherlight over the back of her hand and towards her wrist. It took a bit of restraint o his part not to tease her wrist more fully but they had an audience so to speak and he had to behave at least for the time being. So he stood straight once more, though he still held Babbette's hand gently in his own and graced her with another of those charming smiles before he spoke in the rich and enchanting tones that seemed so very much the norm for him, "It is an honor to have you grace my home Baroness, and I must say I have never seen a vision of loveliness that could even attempt to compare with your beauty. I hope that my humble abode is to your liking madam." He actually took a step closer and elegantly interlocked her arm with his so that she was at his side before he continued, "I had lamps lit and hung in the garden should you wish to visit it, Gerard has also worked his magic to ready the Arabian's in my stables should you wish to go riding this evening."

Mythrand personally was hoping for more time in private with Babbette, he could not forget the feel and taste of her full lips pressed to his own and very much was hoping for a repeat performance. But he knew he could not openly ask for or arrange such a thing as it would appear unseemly. But he was also all to aware of the way Gerard was looking at the Baroness' handmaiden and so began to wonder if maybe he would not have to. Gerard was to say the least what many women would consider very attractive and enticing... so maybe if luck was with them both the ladies would see to private moments all on their own. For now though He was happy to simply have Babbette upon his arm once more.
 
The home was extraordinary. Both Babbette and Matilda looked around in awe as they were lead through the halls. Though it wasn’t long until the beautiful redhead’s eyes were drawn to their valet. He was a young man with beautiful skin and dark hair. Obviously he was strong. And handsome. So very handsome. Matilda, unlike Babbette, was not afraid of her hormones. Whenever the maid saw something she liked, she had no qualms in taking it. In her religion sexual intercourse was not something to be ashamed of; it was something to revel in as a celebration of life. That man had caught her attention.

Babbette however was waiting anxiously to see her suitor. As they were lead through the lavish home she had slowly lost her interest in the surroundings. Barely twenty-four hours beforehand she had just met this duke and now she was taking supper and meeting him at his very own estate. Papa had been so excited but not nearly as excited as his little girl. No. The Baroness squared her shoulders. She was a woman now. In the garden she had done womanly things and lusted as a woman had. Her cheeks flushed deeply.

The deeper they got into the home, the louder the sound of a piano came. It was beautiful, expertly played. Oh! How she loved music! Babbette played the violin herself. Normally girls were taught how to play the piano-forte but the self minded girl found the instrument dull. It was early on that she had developed a passion for the violin. The sweet and graceful sound the instrument made touched her to her very soul even as a child.

As they entered the room the duke was in, it was clear where the beautiful sound had come from. The duke himself was playing a wonderful piece on the piano. Her heart fluttered. So he appreciated the musical arts as well! This was good to know. She instantly felt a stronger bond with him. Her cheeks turned a bright red as he stood and took her hand to kiss it. The only thing she could reply with was.

“You play beautifully.” Her voice was soft in a whisper. When he mentioned riding, her eyes lit up. Her father had not permitted her to learn how to ride a horse. Now, when presented with the chance, the Baroness couldn’t help but jump at it. “Oh Duke! Could we go riding? I wanted to learn how to do so for th longest time.”

Matilda gave a chuckle. It was true. Her mistress had loved horses since a young age and had never been allowed to do it. Though she hoped that if they did ride it would just be the two of them. It was difficult to make any sort of romance. Not to mention, she wanted to speak with the handsome man that had greeted them.
 
Mythrand smiled as Babbette so quickly accepted her position upon his arm. It really did feel so very natural to him to have her upon his arm. He was also pleased that she had enjoyed his playing and decided to continue performing such pieces for her. He let his eyes subtly take in her dress and the way it showcased her beauty, also taking note of the way her hair had been done up. He chuckled a bit and nodded his head a bit as he patted her hand gently before answering in those rich tones of his, "I am sure I could arrange a bit of riding Mon Cherie, though I am a bit embarrassed to admit that my stables only have the one sidesaddle.... it was never something I had to consider beyond a simple precaution in the past." Mythrand though noticed the way the her handmaiden was eying Gerard and that gave him a sudden idea. He knew that the gypsies were want to indulge their passions and then men were known in some parts to be ladies men. If he could play that up or engineer the right situation he might be able to enjoy some private time with his beautiful Babbette. So it was that he reached up to tap his chin rather pensively before continuing in the same rich and enchanting tones as before, "Though perhaps Gerard could entertain your attendant for a bit, show her around the Chateau and grounds as I imagine with the amount of time you will be spending here she will want to be familiar with my home." He lifted Babbette's hand to kiss it tenderly once more, he hoped there would be no complaints to the suggestion as he very much wanted some time alone with his intended. He did not have any designs on how far things might go with her but he did want time alone where they need not worry about prying eyes. The chance to simply be themselves and let things progress as they may.

Gerard for his part was doing his best to pay attention to his master, but his eyes continued to drift to the curvaceous red head who accompanied the Baroness. His people were never known for restraint per say and stories of them being hot blooded at times were not without reason. Likewise though they were adamantly dedicated to family, until a man had settled and in fact was a family man there was no stigma to them indulging in their natures. He was not oblivious to the way her eyes drifted to him and made sure to flash her a smile when he caught her looking. So when his master mentioned entertaining the crimson haired beauty he already had ideas on how he would like to do so. He bowed formally smiling the entire time and then answered in that deep and resonate voice of his, "I would be honored to entertain her ladyships companion Sir and show her around the Chateau... in preparation I actually had the Arabians prepared earlier when I was informed you might want to go riding." Gerard found himself hoping he could get the lovely maiden that the baroness brought with her alone in some secluded place during the tour he was offering.

Mythrand smiled, he did not know if Gerard was answering for his own reasons or to assist him... this was the first time Gerard was acting as the head of house instead of his father, though he was sure that regardless he would have acted in the interest of his master. He was pleased that Gerard was assisting in his designs and felt that any ulterior designs he may have in addition were well within a proper reward for his eagerness to serve his master. He nodded his head a bit and lead both young women towards the stables deciding to let them consider the offer as they went. Gerard was of course quick to follow and took the chance to admire the view of the luscious handmaiden from behind. Mythrand led them out through a covered walk to and towards the stables proper, off to the side of them a glass walled conservatory that lead into the open garden could be seen.

The night air was crisp and carried the scent of night blooming jasmine from the garden among other floral scents. As they approached the large stables the exquisite carriage that had carried the duke the night before could be seen out front. One of the stable hands rushed to open the doors for them and allow them entrance into the building. Inside it was clear that even these humble stables reflected the wealth and influence of their owner, the stables themselves were done in the finest local hardwoods and it was obvious that the stable hands cleaned them several times a day. Stacked neatly and up off the ground to keep dry were numerous bundles of hay and bags of oats. The horses were no less impressive, each and every stall held a fine Arabian horse that any house would gladly pay a small fortune for. Two of them had been made ready and their saddles and bridle were equally impressive, crafted from the finest leather and exquisitely crafted riveting and chain. Mythrand smiled and finally spoke once more, "So how shall we proceed my dearest Baroness, I do hope to be able to entertain both you and your maiden suitably."
 
Babbette followed the Duke, attention completely on him and what he was going to teach her. Horses had always interested the young Baroness but her father thought that they were too dangerous and unladylike. It was becoming more popular for women to go riding but even in the face of fashion her father had out and out refused. A sly little smile crossed her lips. Papa did not have to know everything. The Duke could keep a secret. A flush crossed her face. There was already one secret that the pair shared. A very passionate, lustful secret.

Many times her mind had drifted back to that encounter as she readied for the evening. She did not forget the way his mouth plucked and tugged at her exposed nipples. Just the thought of it sent her body into shivers of delight. Oh, how wicked she had been! Guilt had worked its way through her and she made a decision not to let herself be compromised again. Now in the presence of the very man she had let herself get carried away with, that promise seemed weaker and weaker.

As they walked into the stable she gave the hand there a kind smile. It must have been a boring task to stand at the doors of the stable. Her sympathies went to him. Though soon her attention was fully turned to the horses. Large, elegant animals with whitish fur and gray spots. Unlike the work horses she had seen in town, these were spindly and graceful looking creatures. The beautiful girl fought the urge to reach out and stroke one’s long and pretty neck.

Matilda on the other hand was having a hard time not throwing her head back to look at the handsome gypsy. More and more she was liking what she saw. A man like that would be a good match for her, she decided. Loyal and strong; he could protect her. Not to mention he was the servant to the great Duke Dragonasi. Among their sorts, that was a very valued and impressive position. And he was simply gorgeous. There was no denying that. During the times she had looked behind her, she had noticed that Gerard was looking at her.

Indeed it was with great pleasure that she took the news of there being only one side saddle. Babbette was also a good, chaste girl, and very afraid of the relations between a man and a woman. Alone time was probably wanted by the couple anyway.

“I am sure that your manservant will be able to show Matilda around,” Babbette replied softly. “I mean, there are no other sidesaddles and it would not be proper for her to ride. I am sure he won’t mind.”
 
The Duke nodded his head ever so slightly at the Baroness' comments. This as going as well as he could have hoped for to say the least. He would soon have time alone with the young beauty and that was what he had most hoped would come out of this night. After all in public or around others they all had to wear certain airs and masks but the two of them alone need not worry about such things. HE was not sure what might transpire but he knew that if Gerard had prepared the horses with his usual diligence... that odds were there was also a light dinner of meats, fruits, and cheeses tucked away in the saddle bags so he and the vision of that was Baroness Do'Trive would be able to not only ride but rest in the woods privately. As all these things passed through his mind he smiled and finally spoke once more, "Yes I am sure young Gerard would be all to happy to see to her needs while we are out milady. I also know this lovely clearing and pond not far from here on my lands where we can enjoy the night sky for a bit if you are so inclined."

Gerard nodded his head in complete agreement. He had of course noticed the young handmaiden turning to look at him even as he admired the sway of her hips. He was quite pleased when she did not object to the way he was watching her, nor did she object to the idea of being escorted about by him. He began to wonder if perhaps the curvaceous young woman was having thoughts similar to his own, in which case he was hoping that soon they would be far more than entertained in the absence of their respective nobles. So he made sure to encourage the idea before anyone could give it to much thought or second guess themselves. So with the sort of smile expected of a charming gypsy he spoke in those deep resonate tones of his, "Of course sir, I would be all to happy to assist in such a manor... I also had the kitchen prepare a light meal suitable for your ride and took the time to pack it into your saddle bags so you need not worry if you and the Baroness choose to enjoy the night Sky." Gerard's mind already began to wander a bit to what might happen, he had to reign himself in lest he let his thoughts become rather apparent. He managed to keep himself collected for the moment at least and simply held the smile waiting for things to progress.

Mythrand of course noticed the way his young charge was acting, he realized then that odds were he and the Baroness would be undisturbed for the night. HE smiled and took Babbette's hand gently in his own lifting it to his lips once more before leading her over to the saddled horses. Step ladders had already been set to assist to mounting and so it was that the Duke made sure to assist his intended, all to happy to grips her waist firmly as he helped her up.. letting his hands linger for just a moment before slowly drawing them away to admire the way she sat atop the fine Arabian steed. He let his eyes linger for a moment as well before mounting his own steed with practiced ease and then guiding it over to Babbette's.

Even as he Duke began to go over the basics with the young Baroness, Gerard was already taking strong and confidant strides towards her handmaiden. He gently took her arm in his and smiled as the Duke lead the Baroness slowly out of the stables. He chuckled knowing no one would come inside the stables for a while and that the servant at the door had no doubt ducked out to the kitchen for a bit knowing that as well. SO it was with that dashing smile and a throaty chuckle that he spoke, "So what can I do to properly entertain such a lovely young woman as yourself... I am completely at your service madam." HE continued to smile with a certain sparkle to his eyes as he thought that just maybe he would try to keep this lovely redhead around, she was the baroness' attendant and so would be a part of the household. Since he was to take over for his father why not see if perhaps the two of them were a match in more than their stations. HE knew that when it came to certain things he was rather fiery and hot blooded, so he had often had to let women go as they simply could not keep up with his appetites. But as he smiled at the lovely red head on his arm he hoped that just maybe she could, "I do not think I was fortunate enough to catch your name madam, and I am sure a woman as beautiful as yourself has an equally beautiful name."
 
Getting up onto the horse was less than graceful for the Baroness. Slipping, falling, and awkward and unladylike grunts of effort. Even with his help, she had trouble. A blush of shame crossed her cheeks. How embarrassing it was for her. What was the duke going to think of her after that display of coordination? A groan escaped her lips and, when she was finally atop the steed, she tried with all of her strength to stay on. Sidesaddle was difficult for even experienced riders.

“Oh dear!” she exclaimed as she tried to steady herself as the horse took a step forward. “How do ladies ever manage to not fall off and break their necks?” As mortified as she was, she could not stop herself from giggling and patting the horse’s beautiful neck. It neighed softly. Such a beautiful animal. At least she could appreciate the Arabian. That and the Duke’s kindness.

“This is completely humiliating,” she said to him. “I am afraid that I am not the elegant lady that you thought I was.”

Meanwhile Matilda gave Gerard a smoldering look. He worked fast and she liked that. She did not understand all of this English and European costume about what was proper. Where she grew up, a pagan community, it was perfectly normal to have a rut with someone to just feel the passion of life. A coy smile crossed her full lips.

She leaned in closer to him, pressing her body against his, making sure that he felt the decently sized bosom. Her lips brushed against his earlobe and she whispered in a slow and stroking tone, “Matilda and what of you, handsome stranger? Your name?”

A throaty chuckle came from her and she gave his ear a playful bite.
 
The Duke gave her a rather dashing smile, he let his hands linger guiding her in how to sit and balance. Though truth be told he was rather enjoying the chance to let his hands linger upon her figure. He first made sure she was safely astride the fine steed and then was sure to keep his own mount close to the side of hers. He reached a hand over to steady her, of course with the nature of the side saddle that meant his hand now rested upon her hip or thigh depending how their positions shifted. It was another situation he was sure to savor and enjoy as it gave him the chance to enjoy her oh so enticing form in such a subtle way. Still smiling the duke gave a throaty chuckle as he answered his beautiful intended, "Oh you are to hard on yourself mon cherie. you are every bit the lady I expect... and we both know there is far more to you than you let on."

Mythrand smiled and let his hand linger there upon her hip and thigh both to steady her as they rode and to enjoy her figure. He helped her to guide the fine steed she road even as he worked to try and help her to learn the more subtle cues and nuances of riding the fine Arabian steed. The Duke also took the opportunity to admire the young baroness as they rode, his eyes all to suited when it came to admiring her in the dim light of the stars.

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Gerard smiled and enjoyed the way this lithe and curvy young woman pressed herself to him, he was quite certain that she was interested and that was all the confirmation he needed. So even as she teased his ear and whispered in those impassioned tones... his hands already roamed a bit. He let his strong hands dance across her narrow waist and along her back as he gave her a throaty chuckle and then leaned down to skillfully brush his lips along her exposed neck, playfully nipping at her delicate neck and then her ear as he did so, before he answered in a deep and hungry purr, "My name is Gerard, and I think I am very much going to enjoy seeing to your entertainment."
 
Babbette was concentrating on learning how to ride the horse. Though she had to admit the bouncing did feel sinfully wonderful against her womanly parts. The thought made her flush and she nearly fell off of the horse. Thank goodness Mythrand had held on to her. Not to mention his hands on her body made her feel very giddy. Perhaps she would pretend to not understand how to control the beast for awhile longer. The duke easily sent a flutter through her heart. Oh yes.

As they rode her breast jiggled and jumped. It felt as if they would pop out of her corset. Not many bodices could fully hold her and if one peered down at her, there was a chance of seeing a small peak of pink nipple. Now that was certainly the case. The beautiful Baroness could care less. This man had seen her breasts last night.

“This is certainly a beautiful estate,” she said with a hint of awe on her voice. The grounds looked splendid in the turquoise glow of twilight. “No wonder the entirety of the ton desires to visit your home.”

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The maid gave a throaty chuckle and took his hand, leading him to stacks of hay. It would be a wild fuck, she knew that. A nice hard and fast coupling was just what she needed. She then began to remove her apron, letting it fall to the ground. The swells of her breasts were pushed together from her corset, making a lovely shape.

“I am sure that you will be quite the host,” she said in a playful growl. She reached down and began to rub and stroke him through his pants. “Mmmm… it seems that you have the right equipment, too. Even limp you’re huge.”

Her hand slipped past his pants so she could stroke him directly.
 
The Duke smiled as he was forced to continue 'assisting' the curvaceous baroness, he also was rather enjoying the way her mammoth bosom bounced in her gown threatening to free itself. He licked his lips absentmindedly as he remember them freed the night before and the feel of them between his lips, the taste of her heaving bosom... it was enough to distract him for a moment, just long enough that his hand pressed more firmly to her thighs through her gown as they rode. He caught glimpses of her pink nipples and rather enjoyed those glimpses.

Even when he realized where his hand lay he made no effort to move it. He instead let his hand linger pressed firmly to her thighs enjoying the chance to sample the shape and feel of her toned thighs through her gown. This woman inflamed him so and he was quite certain she knew she did. He smiled and continued to guide them deep into his private wood towards the pond and clearing he had mentioned as he spoke, "I am glad you approve Babbette, after all I hope you will be spending a great deal of time here... and in time all of your time if you are so inclined."

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Gerard smiled and followed Matilda, though she grasped one of his hands the other never stopped its roaming of her figure. In fact as they moved towards the hay he let his fingers dance over the swell of her breasts as the corset lifted and presented them as if begging him to enjoy her charms. He smirked as her small hand was overflowed with his girth once inside his trousers, and he began to swell in her hand as she stroked and rubbed his more than ample endowment. He knew how to use his mammoth appendage and had on several occasions had woman compare him to the horses he tended. He knew he was huge and also knew that with his talents he often ruined women for more average men, leaving them craving the sort of stretching his member could give.

He growled and brought his hand up to tease and caress her bosom and then grip her waist roughly and possessively, there was no doubt in his mind at all... he was going to make her scream in passion and beg for more, he would ruin her for the timid men around these parts and leave her panting as she thought of what she now held. He leaned down to drag his teeth over the swell of her bosom before answering her, "Indeed I do, no woman has ever complained... unless it was because I had to leave... screamed, moaned, and begged for more... but never complained."
 
She smiled. The thought of being able to spend all of her days with him sent her into a fit of girlish giggles. Being his wife would be wonderful. Oh! Having parties and social events here would be wonderful. There was so much land, they could even have them outside during the summer. If the weather was fair. There was also the fact that she could be completely intimate with him anytime that she wanted.

Her face flushed. The duke had his hand on her thigh and was gently squeezing. She bit her lip and she wondered if he knew that he sent wild images into her pretty little head. Goodness! This man was turning her into quite the wanton little bitch in heat. Her face deepened in color from the shame that coursed through her. Hopefully they got wherever they were going quickly.

“I can hardly wait to spend more evenings in your delightful company,” she said. There was a coo in her voice. “I also can not wait to see where you are taking me. Dear duke, where are we going?”

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Matilda gave a wicked smile and slowly dropped to her knees, stroking him all the while. She was going to give him quite the ride. Something that would likely have him craving her and only her. The redhead knew how to please a man. So his cocksure attitude about her being ruined for other men drove her to make sure that it was the other way around.

No other woman after her would be able to please him.

She undid his pants and pulled them down enough so he would pop out. It was a truly amazing cock. Her mouth watered. Her tongue flicked out to tease and wrap around the tip before running her tongue up and down it. All the while she looked up at him, a playful look in her eyes.

A moan came from her as she wrapped her mouth around him, lips stretching out and turning red as they took his girth. Slowly she began to bob her head, using her hands to brace against his thighs.
 
Mythrand smiled, giving her svelte and toned thigh another squeeze through her luxurious gown as the horses came to a stop. He knew that such gestures would be deemed scandalous if they were caught but he simply could not resist. Even as the horses stopped he let his hand continue to rest upon her thighs while a smile played across his lips. He most assuredly wanted to make the baroness his woman, both so he could have her at his side and so he would not have to restrain himself around her. It was difficult to do and doubly so as he noted the crimson flush rise to her cheeks. He slid from his horse rather elegantly, his hand sliding down along her thigh and over the curve of her hip as he did so, and then offered up his other hand to help her down as he spoke, "We are here madam, this is a small private pond I like to visit... no others come near it as they know it is a place I came to get away from the rigors of the court."

He smiled still as he helped her down, his hands gripping her hips firmly in the process. He ended up pulling her to him with a smile and letting his arms wrap around the buxom baroness as she came to rest upon the ground. He leaned down and took a deep breath drinking in her perfume before he spoke once more, "I too look forward to many evenings with you mon cherie, I can think of no other who I would spend my time with."

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Gerard smiled as she dropped to her knees, and even more so as she drew out his mammoth cock. She seemed impressed but did not hesitate which suggested to him she knew how to handle a man. The way her eyes locked though and she quickly began to try and swallow him made him think she also was rather impressed with it. He was further determined to work her over and keep her coming back. He reached down and gripped her crimson locks rather roughly and actually began to feed her his immense length and girth. He would pull out rather teasingly watching her pouty lips stretch and slide as he did... only to slowly feed her what she had swallowed previously and then just a bit more. He continued this teasing treatment both to drive her a bit more wild and to savor the way she was swallowing him.

He knew quite a bit about how to drive a woman wild, and while it was true his immense size did things to women they had not previously imagined... it was also that he knew exactly how to use the monster between his thighs. He also had quite the talent for teasing and pleasuring women in other ways ranging from the use of his own lips to the most casual caress, he had left many a woman both here and in his homeland wanting and craving and had decided to use all those tricks on this lovely red head. To that extent he let one hand slip down so that his fingers could dance deftly over her delicate neck and the sensitive skin at its base where it curved into her pale shoulders.

His hand danced across her supple skin with a skill that would have turned most women into animals and left them panting with their passions, that same hand then glided down to the swell of her breasts to tease the swell of her cleavage as he smiled. He slowly drew his massive member from her mouth and teasingly rubbed it across her lips and then down along one side of her neck as he gripped her hair with a playful growl, "I see you know how to please a man, but I will still make sure you have a night like no other... when I am done you will spend your nights in my bed or wishing you were"
 
Babbette smiled up at the Duke. She fought the urge to kiss him. That would lead to something like the night before. Which needed to be avoided until they had gone through the nuptials and were properly man and wife. The beating of her heart was starting to drown out her thoughts though. Any common sense she had was being thrown out the door. There was something completely beguiling about this man. Every woman in the court swooned over him.

Yet he had chosen her. Opinionated, loud, and completely naïve she was not the perfect woman of the day. He said he liked her fire and intelligence. That spark was something that most men simply pushed by.

“Darling,” she said in a soft tone, “when do you think we will be able to be one?”

It was a difficult subject to breech. Already talking about marriage was gouache but she could not help it. The thought of it was sending little hot ripples through her body. She bit her lip and looked to the grown, acting very much like a child about to be scorned.

-_-_-_-

The maid relaxed her throat and jaw, allowing him to be pushed inside of her mouth and deep down her throat. So he liked to be in control, huh? Closing her eyes she gagged only a little as he pressed himself in deeper and deeper. He tasted exactly how a man should. She moaned and continued to look up at him. She took his girth completely in, impaling herself roughly on it three times before pulling it from her mouth and stroking him.

“I am sure,” she purred, “How do you like to fuck? I like to be taken hard and fast.”

She went back to simply teasing the tip of his massive cock, wanting to drive him completely up the wall. Matilda knew that she was going to make sure he wanted no other woman. The redhead knew that a man liked a girl who was sweet and pure looking but a complete and utter whore in the bedroom. This miss did not have very many limitations at all.

“My breasts are just popping out of this corset,” she purred in between her rough licks.
 
The Duke was rather surprised as the young Baroness was so forward with her question. Though truth be told he was also rather pleased by it and the implications as to her intent. At that moment he was rather tempted to press his lips to hers but he managed to restrain himself for the time being. Part of him did it so they could preserve this moment and so he could answer her question for there was no doubt in his mind that if their lips met the heat and passion from the night before would soon be revisited. Instead he brought hand up to cradle her cheek even as his thumb brushed across the full pout of her tempting lips as he spoke softly, "Oh if I had my way it would be done post haste my sweet, that you need not ever leave my side."

He knew it was not the sort of thing he was expected to say but it was indeed how he felt and what he wanted. Again as his thumb brushed across the luscious pout of her full lips he was tempted to kiss her and maybe even more. He had not forgotten the feel of her heaving breasts between his lips or the taste of her hardened nipples as he drove her wild the night before. He licked his lips without realizing it even as he stood there thinking of taking her like that once more here in the clearing by the pond. His thoughts drifted even further beyond that in the moments to come and soon he envisioned them both as bare as the day they were born... maybe in the water of that pond as they embraced and shared their passion under the night sky like animals awash in their own hungers. As such it was several moments before his gaze once more focused fully on those amber pools of hers and he spoke once more, though unable to hide the slight tone of hunger as he did so, "What would you prefer in such matters milady?"

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Gerard noticed the way she had to relax to take his immense length and girth as well as the way her lips stretched, yet she did not balk and instead moaned as she swallowed his massive cock several times on her own before she resumed working the huge head of his throbbing member. There was no doubt that she was indeed talented and he had never met a woman who took his entire beast the first time but he was determined to make her go wild and come back craving more. So her first question made him smirk as he again trailed his gargantuan cock across her cheek leaving and then down to her bust to slap his hard member across the tops of her bosom rather roughly as he spoke, "Oh I will be sure to show you exactly what I enjoy madam, though it may take till morning."

As she resumed working his cock he knew he would need to turn the tables on her lest she think he was that easily played. By the time she was again issuing those sultry purrs of hers Gerard was already yanking her up off her knees with a plan as to how to show her exactly how skilled he was. He pressed her to the wall rather dominantly and let one hand slide down to tease her hip as his lips found her neck. His kisses were featherlight and seemed to dance from one sensitive bit of skin to another even as his hand slowly crept back up along her inner thigh teasingly. By the time his lips found the tops of her heaving breasts his hand was working its way between her thighs and stroking her with expert fingers. His remaining hand freed her bosom from the confines of her corset so that he could capture her hardened nipples and suckle slowly and teasingly upon them one after the other. Meanwhile the hand between her thighs had found the sensitive nub of her clit and was stroking it with a skill that would make most women scream in passion and beg for more. He wanted to drive the lovely Matilda so wild with pleasure that she could not help but crave his touch... she would never so much as look to another man if he had his way.
 
Babbette bit her lip and placed a finger to it. This was happening so quick! The beautiful young woman’s head spun. He, too, wanted to be with her as soon as possible. Yet if they moved too quickly and attempted to marry so soon, then rumors would go around that she was with child. Both of their reputations could be ruined for at least a year. A man as powerful as the Duke could suffer from such a blow. At least she assumed so.

“We must keep things proper,” she replied finally. “If we rush into this, people are going to think that we have done things that only a married couple should do.” Even though they have had done those things. Her face was bright red. “Perhaps a few months from now. We should appear in court as often as possible and out on the town as well. To establish that are in fact betrothed.”

A smile crossed her lips. How she loved this! Marriage was the most that a woman could hope for. Not only was the Baroness going to be married but she was going to be married to Duke Dragonasi. It was enough to make any young girl giggle and swoon.

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Matilda wasn’t expecting to be yanked up. Nor she was expecting to be popped out of her corset. Breasts heaved as she writhed against the wall she was pinned. As he stroked her sensitive nub, she groaned, opening her legs wider for him. He worked her over, making her juices flow onto his working digits.

Her nipples hardened against his pinching and biting. This was so wonderful. Pleasure was going through her. It was a rare thing that a man was this eager to please a woman. Most did not believe that a woman deserved a climax. She rocked her hips against his hand.

“Good man,” she purred into his ear. Her body shivered in delight and she giggled huskily. “Very, very good man. Mmmm… I like how rough your fingers are. I like things rough and hard.”
 
Mythrand continued to hold Babbette in his arms for a time, enjoying the simple feel of their embrace. Without even thinking about it his hand came up to stroke her hair and neck as he held her. His own thoughts were already on to planning for a formal union, which of course had to follow a formal announcement that they were betrothed, which would have to wait at least for a time to avoid scandal as she had already mentioned. He however knew the politics of the court and did not want her mired in them too deeply, however the town itself as well as some social events and places such as the Globe Theater would suit the need of public displays.

The Duke spoke in his usual rich and entrancing tones, "Yes we must keep things proper mon cherie.... though I do wish to announce a formal betrothal as soon as is prudant... I will not suffer any other attempting to swoop in and snatch my beautiful betrothed." He flashed her a rather charming smile and then did something that was quite unheard of for him, he acted without thinking. On impulse and without thought he leaned in and pressed his lips softly to the soft pout of the beautiful baroness even as he held her in his arms... it was an intimate embrace and even though it may not have been intended to stir passion, it was impossible for it not to remind the powerful Duke of their embrace from the night before.

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Gerard knew he had the luscious red head on the ropes in at least one way now and pressed his advantage working his fingers more roughly on her sensitive flesh as he bit at her hardened nipples before speaking once more in a deep and throaty chuckle "When I am done you will not think good is a strong enough word for my talents, that is assuming you are even willing to speak of the sordid things I am going to do to you." He actually pushed her knickers aside and began to directly work her swollen clit and swollen nether lips, he stroked her blossom with skill likened unto a virtuoso playing their violin. He did not ask her permission as he took her hand and returned it to his own gargantuan cock wanting to remind her even further why no other man was going to measure up... he knew he put many well endowed men to shame when it came to his virility and the beast she now held. He loved watching the look on a woman's face as it stretched them and drove them wild with lust and passion. He already was planning how to do just that to this fiery red head, how to stretch and fill her so fully that no other man would satisfy her hungers.

His eyes fell on several items about the stables and a smirk played across his lips as she again mentioned liking it rough, he had a certain streak most maiden's balked at... but he decided it would be a perfect way to further his plans for the lusty woman writhing at his attentions. So while she was distracted by his hand between her thighs he actually reached for several leather cords used for tack and bridles and acted with practices speed born of his time readying the horses. In moments both her hands were actually bound and tied to the edge of one of the stalls forcing Matilda to bend over and his hand roughly gripped her hair as he again brushed his giant member across her lips before she could react.... at the same time his hands worked quickly to strip her dress more fully and her knickers as well before returning to stroke and tease her dripping folds as he growled, "As for rough... rest assured you will likely have trouble walking when I am done."
 
Babbette simply melted as he kissed her. She felt like ice out in the hot son. At first she pushed at his chest but knew she could not keep the weak fight up. Her mouth opened to accept him more fully, though she dared not move her tongue to meet his. She had to pretend that she was still a lady after all. Though it was difficult to not lose complete control of herself. The beautiful baroness pressed her form against the handsome Duke, cooing slightly.

Her heart raced, pumping her blood quickly through her veins. This felt completely exciting and new and simply right. This man was to be her husband, the man that she would give herself completely to. Her breath became harsher at the mere thought and her mind went back to the night before. His lips were everyone. Her nipples hardened just from the memory.

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The promise was enough for her to let out a throaty chuckle through a moan. His fingers worked deftly on her woman hood and his mouth teased and bit down on her rosy little nipples. When he placed her hand on his massiveness she began to pump it with vigor.

A surprised gasp came from her as she was tied. It was certainly the first time it happened and it sent her heart racing. She smirked up at him, wondering what he was intending for her. Whatever it was she knew it was going to be fun. She could hardly move, bending her knees so his fingers would slip inside of her. She was literally dripping down her thighs.

Her mouth wrapped around the cock presented against her lips. She began to suck on him furiously, making noises of lust and need. Her eyes locked on to his and they shone with passion and playful submission. If he wanted to play the master, she would let him do so.
 
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