IC: 1784- Reclaiming His Lands

Sir Charles Warren disembarked from his ship at the harbour at Manhattan, prepared to reclaim the estate seized from him by the Commonwealth of New York during the recently successful American Revolution. Naturally, he didn't see it as much more than a lawless rebellion and a land grab, but it was now legal, for better or worse. Mother England had let her defiant daughter loose, but one of the conditions was that the property belonging to British subjects like Warren that was seized was to be restored or compensated. The Treaty of Paris was quite explicit on that matter.

Even so, Sir Charles had to wonder at his actual odds of recovering the estate, though he would certainly do his best to recover his patrimony. It was his, and its restoration would greatly improve his finances, which while far from desperate or embarrassing, could always use some augmentation. He also hoped to dally with a Yank woman or two of looser morals. Why not, since they were no longer enemies? It was best to labour toward peace and prosperity, was it not? What better way to improve the standing of His Majesty and the British Empire than to personally gain the eye of a Yank dame or two?

Priscilla Lucille (Sullivan) Pinckley

“Mistress, Lord Philip is here.”

Priscilla lifted her gaze from the paper she’d been reading and sighed. She pulled off her small reading glasses and pinched the top of her nose. “He’s early,” she moaned and rose from her desk. “Send him to the gardens. I’ll meet him there, and bring me a shot of something strong. I am not in the mood to deal with his whimpering this early in the day.”

She saw her maid chuckle and she returned the same humorous sound. Why she put up with Philip was beyond her, but then as soon as she thought that, the answer came to her. Philip was a patsy. She needed a patsy as a lover, because it kept her money in her hands. Though lately Philip’s gambling addiction was becoming more costly for her.

Her maid returned, handed her a crystal shot glass, which she downed quickly. The burn felt good and she smiled, winked, then handed the glass back to young Mary. “Thank you, dear. Now come find me in an hour. . .make something up, anything, just get me out of that garden within an hour of me walking out of this room.” Mary nodded. Priscilla smiled and shrugged her shoulders, plastered an even wider grin on her face and headed to the flowery grounds where she often met her lover for outdoor rendevous.

“Philip, darling. You’re early,” Priscilla called out as she took the rock path toward her lover, who sat quietly on one of the garden’s iron benches.

Philip rose and took Priscilla into his arms, crushing her close and delivering her sloppy kisses that left her begging inwardly for a towel. This will be a long hour, she thought to herself as his soft fingers mashed her breasts into her chest and his mouth moved to cover her neck in wet licks.

Sir Charles Warren

Sir Charles quickly found his room for the night at the local tavern, but he really wondered how much he could trust the locals. Then again, Manhattan was notoriously indifferent to the Revolution, so perhaps it would be more welcoming and inviting to an Englishman than some. He certainly hoped so. He knew that things would be tougher in the part of New York that called itself "Vermont" and had broken away to form a separate state. That state wasn't recognized by Congress, so it might well ignore the Treaty of Paris. He hoped not. All of the legal entanglements seemed a royal mess. His lands straddled the New York-Vermont "border", so he was very concerned about the ability to recover the New York side of it. Nevertheless, it was his patrimony, and the colonists had taken it from him during the war because he was an Englishman.

In the meantime, he could see the need for a good, hearty meal and a wench or two at his side (and favouring his bed) for the night. It was already dusk, and he had serious legal business to conduct through the auspices of the solicitor (only here they were called attorneys) recommended to him by a Loyalist friend of his.

Oh, now, there was a lovely lass, and quite helpful with the local ale. Perhaps he could gain her attention with some proffered pence.

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Here is the link to the Casting Call for those wishing to get the background and post bios. https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=22319575#post22319575

Priscilla and her lover in the garden. . .

Priscilla purred into Philip’s mouth as his hands moved to divest her of her dress. She leaned against him and moaned. “Philip, we don’t have much time.” Her own fingers slipped to his waist, where she quickly opened his pants and pushed him away from her. “Let me,” she told him.

She lifted her dress and then settled on her knees, letting the serviceable gown billow around her. He grinned as he looked down at her. Priscilla didn’t mind relieving him in this way. It kept herself from having to endure his quick and less than wonderful thrusts and his sloppy kisses on her breasts. She pulled his cock from his slack and lapped at the tip. “Tell me, my love. Why are you so early?” she dipped her head down and drew her lips back over the top and then swirled her tongue around the ridge.

“Prissscilla. . .we don’t need to discuss. . . ohhh damn,” he moaned and thrust his hips into her face.

Priscilla rolled her eyes and popped off his cock, then drew her tongue down the length of his shaft, to nuzzle and caress his balls with her lips. “Philip. I told you we don’t have a lot of time, so you talk, while I suck,” she winked, then drew his balls into her mouth.

She watched him nod. His eyes drifted shut and she gave herself a mental pat on the back for submitting to this vile act. “I need my allowance early,” he moaned and petted her redhair. Her mouth left his balls and she frowned. The tip of her tongue ran up the length of his dick. “I’ve gotten some debts that . . .don’t stop Prissy.”

Priscilla took his cock down her throat and moaned around it. It was the only way she could shut herself up from cursing and spilling words of “idiot” “fool” “imbecile” from her lips. She felt his balls in her hand tighten and knew he was close to coming. She sucked harder, wanting to get rid of his scent and get him out of her house. His fluids filled her throat and she swallowed them, gagging on the taste that was anything but pleasant.

When she left his dick, she rose to her feet and glared at him. “Fix yourself and meet me in the library. We’ll discuss this and then you will have to go. I love you Philip. . .but. . .sometimes you make me wonder why.”

She spun on her heel and collided with her maid on the way back to the house. “Mistress, I’m sorry,” the girl whispered.

“Brandy in my study, now!” she insisted and pushed past the girl. She needed something to wash her mouth out.

Sir Charles Warren

After an enjoyable night of pleasure with Joanna, a local Manhattanite girl of Dutch descent, Sir Charles rose and began talking with his estate solicitors about this suit to recover his estate under the Treaty of Paris. He just hoped that the American courts wouldn't ignore his legal claim because he was British. They weren't supposed to, under the Treaty, but he knew very well that nations sometimes skirted the less desirable provisions of treaties, especially powerful regional or provincial entities in loose confederations like the United States or the Swiss Confederation. Or even the United Provinces of the Netherlands.

The following morning Priscilla found herself studying the local paper. She read the political ramblings of one official after another, chuckled at the drawings that some local artist had render of several British Lords and Ladies who had thought to stay in the city. Eventually though she put her paper away and began to read the ledgers that were set before her that morning by her maid.

Her foreman, Gregory, delivered the ledgers once a week as required by their agreement. She then read over them, making notations in the sidebars if she had questions or wanted to see something changed. Today after reading through the figures she opted to take a trip out to one of her mills.

After breakfast, Priscilla dressed in a simple riding dress and took off toward the southern most mill that ground the granite she shipped out. The number of pounds was slowly declining and Gregory recommended a new stone. She knew it was probably the best route to take, but it was an expense she wished to see if truly was necessary. Lately, Gregory’s recommendations were beginning to add up.

She wondered if perhaps it wasn’t time to replace the man as well as replace her lover. Was her being a single woman, making men think they could get away with cheating her?

Sir Charles Warren

After a fruitful day of labours in the company of his solicitors, Sir Charles needed some recreation and began wandering the streets of Manhatten to experience the growing, bustling city and its womenfolk. He hoped to bed a new dame this time, but if he failed, there was always Joanna. She had been quite willing to share his bed and company that night.

He saw a particularly ravishing young woman on a certain street and began inquiring about her. She turned out to be a widow, from what he heard.

Sir Charles Warren

To say that chocolate was an unusual confection in the hands of a young woman of apparently lower social rank was to put it mildly, so Sir Charles was intrigued by this evident maidservant who had the means to own both chocolate and one of those newfangled novels Yank printers were printing these days. Or maybe she was wealthy, but preferred to spend her money on books and food, instead of clothes. That, to him, made sense. It was a better reward for one's labours in the eyes of an otherwise proud man, who still wasn't all that vain. Certainly not a rouged and powered dandy or fop.

"Good day to you, miss. What are you reading, if I may be so bold as to inquire?" he probed.

Another thought occurred. What if all Yanks were able to afford chocolate, regardless of station? Well, that fit in with their liberal tendencies, for certain.

Meeting Sir Charles

Fairlyna steps and put a hand on her mouth, loosing her novel that falled on the ground...knowing it wasnt good books for young women, she tried to kneel to take it back but this stranger paralysed her...she stammered like a child caught by her father...

I..I'mm...sorry...I...shouldnt...read this...Sir...
*her heart ran so fast, when she looked at his masculin hands...his large chest, well clothed...his deep eyes, sensual lips...she outbreath and stare down...She wanted more than everything to know who he was but her Mistress always told her to not talk to strangers, especially men...on the book cover there was a man kissing an half dressed woman in a bedroom background*

I...better..go... *as she tried to stand on her legs...her boots slide on something and she falled her butt on the ground, ungraciously...she blushed more...*

Sir Charles Warren

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Fairlyna steps and put a hand on her mouth, loosing her novel that falled on the ground...knowing it wasnt good books for young women, she tried to kneel to take it back but this stranger paralysed her...she stammered like a child caught by her father...

I..I'mm...sorry...I...shouldnt...read this...Sir...
*her heart ran so fast, when she looked at his masculin hands...his large chest, well clothed...his deep eyes, sensual lips...she outbreath and stare down...She wanted more than everything to know who he was but her Mistress always told her to not talk to strangers, especially men...on the book cover there was a man kissing an half dressed woman in a bedroom background*

I...better..go... *as she tried to stand on her legs...her boots slide on something and she falled her butt on the ground, ungraciously...she blushed more...*

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Lifting her up from the ground, Sir Charles Warren reassured her, "Don't worry. I'm not disappointed in you, my dear lass. You musn't worry about such things. You're taking a rest from your labours, no doubt. I was just reminded of how much different the social customs are in this country. So, do you have any other things that you wish to do with your spare moments? Perhaps accompany me on my tour of Manhattan. My name is Sir Charles Warren, incidentally."

OOC:

We need to give Red plenty of time here. I haven't posted here of late, partly out of concern and respect for her. She is still in the hospital and shall not have time for this for a bit while she recovers, I imagine, so it's best to halt this thread for a few more days.

Fairlyna and Sir Charles

His proposal was mostly welcome and Fairlyna blushed some more, making her look like a teen but her eyes told Sir Charles, she had some hard times in life.

Well yes Sir Warren, but is there any wife of yours that wouldnt accept this walk with me...with a low social rank woman like me ? she inquired.

She hided her book in her little bag, beautiful self made treasure. She offers him a part of her chocolate.

Want some Sir ? I would be selfish to not give you some... waiting for him that he offered his arms to her...

Sir Charles Warren

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His proposal was mostly welcome and Fairlyna blushed some more, making her look like a teen but her eyes told Sir Charles, she had some hard times in life.

Well yes Sir Warren, but is there any wife of yours that wouldnt accept this walk with me...with a low social rank woman like me ? she inquired.

She hided her book in her little bag, beautiful self made treasure. She offers him a part of her chocolate.

Want some Sir ? I would be selfish to not give you some... waiting for him that he offered his arms to her...

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Well, now that Red is back, we need to give her plenty of time to reply, but I can more easily respond.

IC:

"No wife, my dear lass. And I'm interested in women of various classes, primarily because I don't meet them as often as you might think. It's a consequence of my station and the social order in England. It's a bit more restrictive in that way. Call me Sir Charles, my dear. And thank you for the chocolate. Is it alright with your mistress that we stroll a bit?" Sir Charles answered with a wink as he escorted.

Secretly moist...

I think she doesnt need to know about it Sir Charles, dont you think ? *she answered shyly but Charles could see a fire of excitement in her eyes...she was tuning her eyes away after that sentence to not show him how nervous she was at his side...realising a moist between her legs, she blushes. She was feeling some sort of jalousy as he was talking about other women*

Oh no wife, im sorry to hear that, but a question Sir Charles, what are you doing here, so far from England ? *knowing that a <Libertain> is not well considered here. She didnt want a man that would run after everything that wear a dress. She should know him more before judging she tought.*

Talk to me more about you ...

By the time Priscilla was back at her home, sweaty and dusty, her mood was foul and she was in need of a stiff drink. Her housekeeper appeared with a damp cloth in one hand and a crystal tumbler in the other. “Thank you,” she muttered, downing the shot and then wiping her face clear of dirt and grime. “A bath and then ready the carriage. I’m going into town to run an advertisement for a new foreman.”

The woman raised a brow, but said nothing. Priscilla made her way to her study and quickly penned a list of what she was looking for as well as adding to the list a few more jobs that she needed filled. She left the list on her desk, knowing that her housekeeper would collect it as well as one from the cook and the groundskeeper. It was rare for the lady of the house to go into town, but when she did it was done on a whim and everyone scrambled to make their own lists. Priscilla and two servants would go into the city, make the purchases and if the hour were late all would stay in one of the more notable Inns. The servants often drew sticks to see who would be the lucky ones to serve Priscilla during these times.

Priscilla found her chambers ready for her. A maid was there to help her wash out the dirt and dust from her long red hair and then was dismissed while Priscilla finished caring for her own needs. Her fingers ran the length of her body, and she pondered the changes her new life had taken on her. Gone were any soft spots. Physical labor had turned her into a well-toned female. She still had the softness of a woman, but she had the strength of a farmer’s wife. “At least I don’t have the looks of one,” she muttered to herself as she stood up from the water and stepped free.

Her body dripped dry as she walked around her room, pulling one dress out, and then discarding it for another. “Might as well look for a new lover too,” she told herself as she thought of ditching Philip and his gambling habit. Eventually when she was dry and dressed, Priscilla set about to curling her hair with a warmed lead rod and smiled as the ringlets lay across her shoulders. She added a small, pale green cap to her head and picked up a beaded clutch. “Ever the lady,” she said to the reflection that warbled back at her.

Outside the breeze of the afternoon greeted her and she saw that Henry, her stable boy and Jessica, the shepherdess had won the right to accompany her. “Jessie, this is your first trip into town is it not?” she asked. Jessica nodded, her wide blue eyes huge in their sockets. “Well, stay close to Henry,” Priscilla demanded. The young girl nodded her head and Henry grinned. It was only then that Priscilla realized that Henry and Jessica were very happy to be traveling together. “Ahh, to be young again,” Priscilla whispered as she climbed into the carriage and thought of her and her long dead husband.

Ooc

Are We to continue ??

Arnemetia

Arnemetia said:

Are We to continue ??

Arnemetia

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I am not sure, but that is a good question.

Ooc:

I'll take it over from here. Will post a reply very soon.

Sir Charles Warren

"Actually, I'm owed some land that was seized from me during the war. The Treaty of Paris says that all lands belonging to His Majesty's subjects must be returned to them or they must be compensated. Well, some of my land was wrongfully taken from me, and I've come to reclaim my patrimony.

"So, care to join me for a stroll, my dear lass? I've a fancy to see this town while my suit at law continues," Sir Charles Warren, trying not to let her display of jealousy dismay him. After all, the odds were that she would get past it. Most women did, in his experience. Jealousy was an unpleasant emotion, but he knew ways to introduce more useful ones, especially for a tryst. Time and maturity could perhaps do more, but he wasn't going to be in the Colonies for that long. Though, at the rate that things were going, he couldn't be certain.

Sir Charles Warren

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Fairlyna was listening to him attentively and was sorry to hear suck unjust things...

Im sure Sir things will sort out soon...even if im not an expert in this business. Pardon me its not women priority in our country but i lived the same situation a few years ago but woman dont have power so they cant do what you did...i was not born as servant you know. But thats another story in another life it seems...



of course... *following him and hoping the god will make her safe with this unsuall man...her body was bethraying her hard and she was afraid he would be tempted to treat her like a servant or worst...a prostitute*

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"Well, that explains your graceful demeanour and excellent taste, I suppose. So, my dear lady, shall I escort you as you introduce me to the city of Manhattan?" Sir Charles replied as suavely and charmingly as possible.

He definitely hoped that he could enjoy the company and favors of Fairlyna, at least for now. He didn't intend to deceive or manipulate anyone. That wasn't his style. He never made promises, in case they might be impossible to keep. He just wanted to spend time with this lovely woman and see what came of that. Surely she could enjoy that situation like a worldy lady and not get preoccupied with such dubious notions as "respectability", or so he hoped. Well, he would find out in due time. He had some time in the Colonies, but it wasn't forever. He was a loyal subject of the King, after all.

So, my dear lady, shall I escort you as you introduce me to the city of Manhattan?" Sir Charles replied as suavely and charmingly as possible.

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Fairlyna was aware of the danger that this came brought with him...she would submit herself with a potentiel broken heart at the end....but for now this was not important...she didnt care about the society she was in anymore for they had rejected her...

Im sure you wont have much time with us, as your home is far away from here... *she said with a melancholic voice*

Of course where do you want to begin your visit ? I prefer park or theaters and markets where we can find good food. Your wish is my command Sir... *she teased sensually and bowed at him*

It took Priscilla and her two companions three hours to reach the outskirts of the city. Had she been on her horse and not a wagon, the time would have been somewhat shorter, but her list was long and it was unrealistic for her to think she could gather everything on her own. She noted the young couple who rode with her and was again assaulted by the memories of her and her long dead husband. She was surprised that the pain of losing him could feel so raw and yet at other times he was a distant memory. The sound of dogs barking brought her back to the present and she glanced briefly at a pile of pups that were being sold by a child in tattered clothes. Priscilla stopped the wagon and dipped her hand into her clutch. "Henry, go purchase the smallest of the litter."

Henry bounced off the wagon, took the coin and hurried over to the young child. He stared into the box, dipped his hand in and quickly returned to Priscilla's side, where he offered her the smallest creature she'd laid eyes on. "Oh my," she whispered, taking the tiny beast into her gentle, yet strong hands. She scratched its head, turned it over, noted its sex and then passed the male puppy back to Jessica. "Jessie you're in charge of him. Keep him warm and we'll purchase some warm milk for him when we stop for lunch. . . if he makes it that long."

She regained the reins to the horses and manuevered them through town, eventually she stopped and tethered them to one of the most notable stableing areas, that the wealthier patrons of the city used. More coins and a few bills were passed as she housed her beasts and made sure the attendant knew that packages would be arriving off and on through the day and if all was well when she returned that night, or the next morning to confiscate her purchase, the lad would be well rewarded.

Priscilla then waved Henry off, making sure he knew what items needed to be purchased no matter the cost and which were negotiable. Henry had accompanied her before and though he was a young man, he was wise with haggling folks out of their wares, never paying too much for something he felt could be had at a cheaper price.

"Now, a quick bite for the two of us and some milk for our dear pup," Priscilla announced to Jessica. "I bet you've never had an ice," she winked at the fair haired girl.

"No ma'am," Jessie answered, as she held the shivering pup close to her, now wrapped in her sweater. "What will you name it?" she asked, rubbing the dogs ears.

Priscilla frowned. "I'm not sure yet. I'm sure something will come up eventually."

The two women made their way to a small cafe, where Priscilla took a seat at an outdoor table, Jessica claimed the chair beside her and the pup rested quietly in the servant girl's lap. Soon all three were sipping or lapping in the pup's case at refreshing liquids. Priscilla's eyes glanced inquistively at the coming and goings of several men and women. Some she knew; some were strangers. In time she ordered sandwiches for her and Jessica, then became lost in her thoughts.

Sir Charles Warren

Arnemetia said:

Fairlyna was aware of the danger that this came brought with him...she would submit herself with a potentiel broken heart at the end....but for now this was not important...she didnt care about the society she was in anymore for they had rejected her...

Im sure you wont have much time with us, as your home is far away from here... *she said with a melancholic voice*

Of course where do you want to begin your visit ? I prefer park or theaters and markets where we can find good food. Your wish is my command Sir... *she teased sensually and bowed at him*

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Taking her hand, Sir Charles smiled and lightly caressed her shoulder for a bit.

"How about we eat something nourishing, my dear lady? It seems as if we have a long day ahead of us. Then we can see this beloved park of yours. I want to know what the fuss is about. Is it anything like Hyde Park in London?" he openly flirted with the lady, knowing that she enjoyed the attention and treatment as a lady. He always treated women like ladies in public, as long as they deserved it. In the boudoir, however, there were no ladies, only women with the same needs as men, the need for a warm body or two against them. The need for pleasure.