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Daniel Fordyce MacClellan
MacClellan's new employer was late. "Typical of the English," he swore under his breath. He didn't mind the chill in the early morning air, even in his formal kilt. One wasn't born and raised in Scotland without gaining an immunity to almost all inclement weather. No, for Daniel, lateness was merely a symptom of sloppiness - a weakness of character and an intolerable one for someone who had worked hard, as Daniel himself had, for everything.
Once again, the Convent school's head mistress, Dame Catherine, peered out of the front door. "Do please come in, monsieur MacClellan. You need not stand in the cold, and I feel discourteous when you refuse my offer of a chair and a fire."
She was an attractive woman, and in playing the note of "discourtesy" she struck MacClellan at the root of his Celtic sense of honor. "I would be pleased to join you inside, madame," he replied bowing slightly at the waist.
The office of the head mistress was spare but neatly decorated. She sat behind her desk and idly conversed with MacClellan as another twenty minutes passed. Dame Catherine noticed his discomfiture, "I do apologize for the wait, monsieur. I can't imagine what delays Lord Stanhope. He wrote that he would most certainly be here by eight of the clock to take Victoriana home with him."
"Aye, and I was told the same when I was hired to be her tutor," he replied in as kindly a manner as he could summon around his growing impatience. He had a terrible feeling that this might become the norm in this, his new station, yet he could not turn his back on the employment. He must support a sickly mother and younger sister in Glasgow, and if this ill-fated venture was the means and manner of that support, he would endure.
His deeper misgivings concerned the student herself. In several missives from both Stanhope and Dame Catherine he'd been told of her abilities, her aptitude for languages, her quick wittedness. Unfortunatley, there had also dark hints of an unruly girl given to fits of passion and inappropriate high-spiritedness. MacClellan was sure it was his own reputation as a stern man that had secured him the position as her tutor.
"Perhaps I might meet the young lady as we wait, Dame Catherine. We might then at least put the tardiness of Lord Stanhope to good use." Daniel was unable to resist the dig at his new employer, and the slight flush it raised in Miss Catherine's cheek made it more worthwhile.
After all he thought The Scots and French have been friends many times against the English. Nothing wrong with good foreign relations He smiled at the head mistress as she rose to lead him out.
The Dame led him down the hall and opened the door to a chamber. "Miss Victoriana! I've brought you your new tutor," she cried as she stepped into the brightly sunlit room, Daniel following close behind her.
MacClellan's new employer was late. "Typical of the English," he swore under his breath. He didn't mind the chill in the early morning air, even in his formal kilt. One wasn't born and raised in Scotland without gaining an immunity to almost all inclement weather. No, for Daniel, lateness was merely a symptom of sloppiness - a weakness of character and an intolerable one for someone who had worked hard, as Daniel himself had, for everything.
Once again, the Convent school's head mistress, Dame Catherine, peered out of the front door. "Do please come in, monsieur MacClellan. You need not stand in the cold, and I feel discourteous when you refuse my offer of a chair and a fire."
She was an attractive woman, and in playing the note of "discourtesy" she struck MacClellan at the root of his Celtic sense of honor. "I would be pleased to join you inside, madame," he replied bowing slightly at the waist.
The office of the head mistress was spare but neatly decorated. She sat behind her desk and idly conversed with MacClellan as another twenty minutes passed. Dame Catherine noticed his discomfiture, "I do apologize for the wait, monsieur. I can't imagine what delays Lord Stanhope. He wrote that he would most certainly be here by eight of the clock to take Victoriana home with him."
"Aye, and I was told the same when I was hired to be her tutor," he replied in as kindly a manner as he could summon around his growing impatience. He had a terrible feeling that this might become the norm in this, his new station, yet he could not turn his back on the employment. He must support a sickly mother and younger sister in Glasgow, and if this ill-fated venture was the means and manner of that support, he would endure.
His deeper misgivings concerned the student herself. In several missives from both Stanhope and Dame Catherine he'd been told of her abilities, her aptitude for languages, her quick wittedness. Unfortunatley, there had also dark hints of an unruly girl given to fits of passion and inappropriate high-spiritedness. MacClellan was sure it was his own reputation as a stern man that had secured him the position as her tutor.
"Perhaps I might meet the young lady as we wait, Dame Catherine. We might then at least put the tardiness of Lord Stanhope to good use." Daniel was unable to resist the dig at his new employer, and the slight flush it raised in Miss Catherine's cheek made it more worthwhile.
After all he thought The Scots and French have been friends many times against the English. Nothing wrong with good foreign relations He smiled at the head mistress as she rose to lead him out.
The Dame led him down the hall and opened the door to a chamber. "Miss Victoriana! I've brought you your new tutor," she cried as she stepped into the brightly sunlit room, Daniel following close behind her.
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MacClellan
Daniel was momentarily taken aback by the young woman curtseying before him. From the letters he'd received, he'd been given to understand that, although she was eighteen, Miss Victoriana was somewhat immature. Of her manner and intellect he could not yet speak, but clearly the creature now standing before him and smiling was in the full flower of young womanhood. Her dress and carriage were petite and captivating. A charming smile dazzled and from above them she gazed at him with sapphire eyes, peering through a stray golden ringlet. It was the kind of look that made a man stand straighter, and Daniel did so unthinkingly.
He could hear his long-deceased father's voice warning him, "Ne'er turn your back on an Englishman, lad, and sooner less on an Englishwoman. They have the power of bewitchin' but they'll nay serve your Gaelic blood. Trouble comes from the English, laddie, and nothing but."
His father was right, of course. Even if she wasn't English, she was his employer's ward and still quite young. And yet he couldn't help straightening his formal jacket before bowing. When she extended her tiny hand, he took it and brought it to his lips gently. "It is my very great pleasure, Miss Victoriana. My name is Daniel MacClellan, and I've been hired by your guardian to instruct you."
Daniel notices a slight blushing of the cheek at these last words. Gazing directly into Victoriana's eyes and retaining her hand he can't help adding, "I'm at your service, Miss."
Daniel was momentarily taken aback by the young woman curtseying before him. From the letters he'd received, he'd been given to understand that, although she was eighteen, Miss Victoriana was somewhat immature. Of her manner and intellect he could not yet speak, but clearly the creature now standing before him and smiling was in the full flower of young womanhood. Her dress and carriage were petite and captivating. A charming smile dazzled and from above them she gazed at him with sapphire eyes, peering through a stray golden ringlet. It was the kind of look that made a man stand straighter, and Daniel did so unthinkingly.
He could hear his long-deceased father's voice warning him, "Ne'er turn your back on an Englishman, lad, and sooner less on an Englishwoman. They have the power of bewitchin' but they'll nay serve your Gaelic blood. Trouble comes from the English, laddie, and nothing but."
His father was right, of course. Even if she wasn't English, she was his employer's ward and still quite young. And yet he couldn't help straightening his formal jacket before bowing. When she extended her tiny hand, he took it and brought it to his lips gently. "It is my very great pleasure, Miss Victoriana. My name is Daniel MacClellan, and I've been hired by your guardian to instruct you."
Daniel notices a slight blushing of the cheek at these last words. Gazing directly into Victoriana's eyes and retaining her hand he can't help adding, "I'm at your service, Miss."
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As the Catherine woman raised her hand to deliver another blow, MacClellan reached out and seized her wrist. "That will do, madame. However you may have disciplined her in the past, please recall that the Lady Nottingham is no longer your pupil and still less your ward." The woman, now wholly unattractive in her anger glared at MacClellan. "As you wish, monsieur. She is, as you say, your charge. One may only hope that she finally learns that the universe does not revolve around her needs and her desires when she returns to her native land. Good day." And with this final sally she whirled from the room waiving a young servant to play the chaperone.
MacClellan stood above Victoriana. The reports, it seems, are true he thinks. She is a spectacular beauty but lacks all self-control. Bowing slightly he states, "It may indeed be that you have a better education than I, Miss Victoriana, but you appear to be wanting in your studies of Greek. I remind you that it was Socrates who proudly stated that he knew nothing whatsoever. Perhaps when we study the great philosophers you will attend to his wisdom along with that of the Cynics who warned against revealing a tongue that betrayed one's own shortcomings of temper and gentility."
Daniel noted the quick flaring of the girl's temper at both his rebuke and his refusal to use her chosen title of "Lady" but rather to select the diminutive "miss." As she glared up at him he was astounded at the way her beauty burned more brightly in her rage, but seizing hold of the reigns of his desire he continued to stare cooly at her. "May I help you to your feet?" he offered, extending his hand.
MacClellan stood above Victoriana. The reports, it seems, are true he thinks. She is a spectacular beauty but lacks all self-control. Bowing slightly he states, "It may indeed be that you have a better education than I, Miss Victoriana, but you appear to be wanting in your studies of Greek. I remind you that it was Socrates who proudly stated that he knew nothing whatsoever. Perhaps when we study the great philosophers you will attend to his wisdom along with that of the Cynics who warned against revealing a tongue that betrayed one's own shortcomings of temper and gentility."
Daniel noted the quick flaring of the girl's temper at both his rebuke and his refusal to use her chosen title of "Lady" but rather to select the diminutive "miss." As she glared up at him he was astounded at the way her beauty burned more brightly in her rage, but seizing hold of the reigns of his desire he continued to stare cooly at her. "May I help you to your feet?" he offered, extending his hand.
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Major Geoffrey Wolfe
95th Rifles
30 years old
5'11" tall
175 lbs.
light brown hair
green eyes
Graduate of of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst
Has served for 12 years in the 95th Rifle Regiment. His family is wealthy and has a minor noble title. He was sent into the Army to learn how to be fair and just as a noble should be. He will assume the family title of Baron from father someday. He has been betrothed to Lady Victoria Gertrude Nottingham.
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I had just received leave from my regiment this morning. I was travelling through the English country side on this fine morning. My mount, a beautiful black stallion, named Roland. The morning was crisp and clear, which was unusual for this time of year. My dress uniform, a dark forest green with gold and black trimming, fit snugly, but not tightly.
It would take most of the day to reach London. I was to meet my betrothed, Lady Victoria Gertrude Nottingham, in the morning at the home of her Guardian, Lord Wlliam Andrew Stanhope. I had no idea of what she looked like, she had spent the last 7 years in a French convent learning to be a lady.
Major Geoffrey Wolfe
95th Rifles
30 years old
5'11" tall
175 lbs.
light brown hair
green eyes
Graduate of of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst
Has served for 12 years in the 95th Rifle Regiment. His family is wealthy and has a minor noble title. He was sent into the Army to learn how to be fair and just as a noble should be. He will assume the family title of Baron from father someday. He has been betrothed to Lady Victoria Gertrude Nottingham.
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I had just received leave from my regiment this morning. I was travelling through the English country side on this fine morning. My mount, a beautiful black stallion, named Roland. The morning was crisp and clear, which was unusual for this time of year. My dress uniform, a dark forest green with gold and black trimming, fit snugly, but not tightly.
It would take most of the day to reach London. I was to meet my betrothed, Lady Victoria Gertrude Nottingham, in the morning at the home of her Guardian, Lord Wlliam Andrew Stanhope. I had no idea of what she looked like, she had spent the last 7 years in a French convent learning to be a lady.
MacClellan
"Clearly the Lady has much on her mind to carry on in such an unseemly fashion," MacClellan smiles brazenly at her, offering her both the title she has demanded and yet another rebuke. "Of my own qualities and abilites as a tutor, I can say nothing but that time will reveal those things in which I may be able and unable to instruct you. I would offer that the Lady Nottingham has much to learn in the areas of both grace and gentility, but perhaps her French hosts have, alas, slipped from their preeminence in the customs of courtesy. In any event, the Lady seems out of sorts at the moment, and so I will depart so that she may regain her composure and recall how to comport herself in the manner of a landed gentlewoman." And with that he turned and strode out the door gripping the hilt of his ceremonial dagger with whitened knuckles.
Reaching the top of the stairs he nearly collided with a young serving girl. The girl, not more than twelve and quite shy about a strange man in the school hastily put a letter into his hands and retreated several steps. "This just arrived for you, sir ... by courier ..."
"Thank you, miss," he smiles at the child, but the smile is slowly replaced by a grim countenance as he reads the contents of the letter. His father was proving to be prophetic. Even having one quarter of the Gaelic bloodline, this young woman was proving most troublesome ... and it appeared they would be journeying to England without her ward. He reversed himself to relate the news to Victoriana.
"Clearly the Lady has much on her mind to carry on in such an unseemly fashion," MacClellan smiles brazenly at her, offering her both the title she has demanded and yet another rebuke. "Of my own qualities and abilites as a tutor, I can say nothing but that time will reveal those things in which I may be able and unable to instruct you. I would offer that the Lady Nottingham has much to learn in the areas of both grace and gentility, but perhaps her French hosts have, alas, slipped from their preeminence in the customs of courtesy. In any event, the Lady seems out of sorts at the moment, and so I will depart so that she may regain her composure and recall how to comport herself in the manner of a landed gentlewoman." And with that he turned and strode out the door gripping the hilt of his ceremonial dagger with whitened knuckles.
Reaching the top of the stairs he nearly collided with a young serving girl. The girl, not more than twelve and quite shy about a strange man in the school hastily put a letter into his hands and retreated several steps. "This just arrived for you, sir ... by courier ..."
"Thank you, miss," he smiles at the child, but the smile is slowly replaced by a grim countenance as he reads the contents of the letter. His father was proving to be prophetic. Even having one quarter of the Gaelic bloodline, this young woman was proving most troublesome ... and it appeared they would be journeying to England without her ward. He reversed himself to relate the news to Victoriana.
MacClellan
Stunned at her ferocity and inflamed by both the heat of her passion and the sight of her, Daniel forcibly restrains himself from seizing her and kissing her. She looks at him, appalled by her nearly fracturing his skull, her breast heaving, and the anger that had been burning in Daniel vanishes.
"My apologies, Lady Nottingham, for interrupting," he offers gently. "I have received news. Lord Stanhope is delayed by business and will not arrive today. He requests that we begin for Calais, where he hopes to join us for our journey across the Channel. I am at your disposal, and we may leave when you wish."
Moving into the room he stands inches from Victoriana, looking down at her. She is clearly nearly overwhelmed by her own emotions as she reaches back and absently picks up a small carpetbag from her bed. "Allow me, Lady Nottingham," Daniel says quietly as he begins to take the bag from her, his fingers lightly touching hers, he as consumed by the inferno of his desire as she of hers.
Stunned at her ferocity and inflamed by both the heat of her passion and the sight of her, Daniel forcibly restrains himself from seizing her and kissing her. She looks at him, appalled by her nearly fracturing his skull, her breast heaving, and the anger that had been burning in Daniel vanishes.
"My apologies, Lady Nottingham, for interrupting," he offers gently. "I have received news. Lord Stanhope is delayed by business and will not arrive today. He requests that we begin for Calais, where he hopes to join us for our journey across the Channel. I am at your disposal, and we may leave when you wish."
Moving into the room he stands inches from Victoriana, looking down at her. She is clearly nearly overwhelmed by her own emotions as she reaches back and absently picks up a small carpetbag from her bed. "Allow me, Lady Nottingham," Daniel says quietly as he begins to take the bag from her, his fingers lightly touching hers, he as consumed by the inferno of his desire as she of hers.
"Well, as I said ..." Daniel begins in Gaelic before realizing she has switched over. He begins to laugh, a low chuckle from deep in his throat. "I take it Brigid here taught you that?" he laughs, speaking loudly enough for the young woman to hear and to giggle in delight, clapping her hands.
Victoriana sits across from him looking both prim but also well pleased with the game. She's dangerous, this one is Daniel thinks to himself.
"As I said," he continues in French, "we'll be sailing for England out of Calais. That's a good two day's journey from here at the rate the coachman is going. We'll look for an inn this evening. In the meantime we might distract ourselves with this volume of verse I acquired before I left for France. Mr. Wordsworth has only just published, and I daresay even a young lady of your learning has not yet seen it. May I?" Daniel gestures at the seat beside Victoriana.
Victoriana sits across from him looking both prim but also well pleased with the game. She's dangerous, this one is Daniel thinks to himself.
"As I said," he continues in French, "we'll be sailing for England out of Calais. That's a good two day's journey from here at the rate the coachman is going. We'll look for an inn this evening. In the meantime we might distract ourselves with this volume of verse I acquired before I left for France. Mr. Wordsworth has only just published, and I daresay even a young lady of your learning has not yet seen it. May I?" Daniel gestures at the seat beside Victoriana.
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Without considering the consequences of his actions, Daniel wraps his arms around Victoriana allowing his left hand to slide up her back and into her hair. Pulling her tightly to his body he kisses her violently. The anger of the earlier fight, the frustration over her manner, and his roiling desire are all released in the kiss. He hears her whimper softly which only fans the flame of his desire. In his 25 years he's had his share of women, but he's never felt the need that rages in him for this one, and with one hand caressing her waist and the other still lost in the tangles of her ringlets, he lets his tongue dance into her mouth briefly.
As the carriage bumps over a rut in the road, Daniel's senses come crashing back to him. What are you doing, man? his father's voice seems to say. She's nay your woman - she's barely a woman a'tall - and she's the ward of the man who feeds your family at home! Groaning with desire, Daniel breaks away from the kiss and allows Victoriana's body to slip away from him several inches - the body from which he can hardly tear his eyes.
"We cannae do this, lass," he says slipping, in his sexual frustration, into the tongue of his forefathers.
As the carriage bumps over a rut in the road, Daniel's senses come crashing back to him. What are you doing, man? his father's voice seems to say. She's nay your woman - she's barely a woman a'tall - and she's the ward of the man who feeds your family at home! Groaning with desire, Daniel breaks away from the kiss and allows Victoriana's body to slip away from him several inches - the body from which he can hardly tear his eyes.
"We cannae do this, lass," he says slipping, in his sexual frustration, into the tongue of his forefathers.
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Daniel groans helplessly when she gazes up at him, her blue eyes wide as a child's, and he finally loses all resistence when she drops into his native tongue. As she stretches up to kiss him, he feels her body lengthen under his hand and he becomes completely awash in his lust.
As her tiny hand finds his manhood and begins to stroke it lightly, with the gentleness of a girl who is truly inexperienced not knowing what can be tolerated, he shudders. Breaking away froom her kiss, he slides his tongue down the line of her throat and then slowly up the side of her neck before tracing the outline of her small ear. "Yes, Vicky, I want you," he gasps in her ear as her body heaves against him. Easing his fingers out of her golden hair, he lets them drift down to her bodice and slowly begins to unbutton her dress, never letting his eyes leave her face, wrapped in a look of unbounded youthful ecstacy.
As her tiny hand finds his manhood and begins to stroke it lightly, with the gentleness of a girl who is truly inexperienced not knowing what can be tolerated, he shudders. Breaking away froom her kiss, he slides his tongue down the line of her throat and then slowly up the side of her neck before tracing the outline of her small ear. "Yes, Vicky, I want you," he gasps in her ear as her body heaves against him. Easing his fingers out of her golden hair, he lets them drift down to her bodice and slowly begins to unbutton her dress, never letting his eyes leave her face, wrapped in a look of unbounded youthful ecstacy.
"Do you know where my secret place is, Daniel?" she asks in the voice of a young girl. Rather than answer in words, Daniel continues to let his mouth slide down from her ear, down her neckline, and past the small indentation in her breastbone until his tongue slides smoothly across her nipple just peeking out of the top of her dress. She gasps and Daniel loses control. He tears the dress down exposing her breasts entirely and begins to lick each of them in turn, biting lightly on the nipples.
Clutching Victoriana to him with his right arm his left slides up under the layers of clothing proper for a young lady of her station. They are meant to ward of intrusions, but Daniel has been to this place too many times for the conventions of undergarments to interfere with his desire. Sliding his hand past her petticoats he finds the buttons to her garters and quickly unfastens them and lets his fingers play on the creamy smoothness of her youthful thighs. Continuing upwards he finally begins to trace the outline, touching agonizingly lightly, of her vagina. He can feel the dampness on the tips of his fingers, and moaning in accompaniment to Victoriana's wimpers he begins to move his fingers in a slow, rhythmic circle.
Clutching Victoriana to him with his right arm his left slides up under the layers of clothing proper for a young lady of her station. They are meant to ward of intrusions, but Daniel has been to this place too many times for the conventions of undergarments to interfere with his desire. Sliding his hand past her petticoats he finds the buttons to her garters and quickly unfastens them and lets his fingers play on the creamy smoothness of her youthful thighs. Continuing upwards he finally begins to trace the outline, touching agonizingly lightly, of her vagina. He can feel the dampness on the tips of his fingers, and moaning in accompaniment to Victoriana's wimpers he begins to move his fingers in a slow, rhythmic circle.
"No, Vicky dear," he answers smiling softly at her. In her blissful confusion she looks all child again, and Daniel's first instinct is to hold her rather than ravage her. Bringing her to him so that she can rest her golden head on his chest, he says in a low voice to her, "You're partway to becomin' a woman is all. Did it not feel wonderful, darlin'?"
And yet, in her very innocence at the moment Daniel finds himself even more charged by her nearness. He begins to stroke her hair more passionately again, and when she raises her head questioningly to him, he draws her up to kiss once more. Letting their tongues dart together for a moment, Daniel breaks the kiss and looks deeply into her eyes - heartbreakingly blue and youthful - and asks, "Do you want to be a woman now, Vicky? You mus' be sure, darlin', because once gone you cannae get your maidenhood back."
And yet, in her very innocence at the moment Daniel finds himself even more charged by her nearness. He begins to stroke her hair more passionately again, and when she raises her head questioningly to him, he draws her up to kiss once more. Letting their tongues dart together for a moment, Daniel breaks the kiss and looks deeply into her eyes - heartbreakingly blue and youthful - and asks, "Do you want to be a woman now, Vicky? You mus' be sure, darlin', because once gone you cannae get your maidenhood back."
Daniel picks her up and gently lays her on the seat in front of him. Softly he begins to kiss her once more, transferring his own urgency, his unutterable need to her lips, to her throat, to her breasts.
As he does so and the tempo of Victoriana's breathing begins to quicken to match his own, Daniel begins to slide the head of his cock along the line of her vagina, sometimes letting it slip up to brush against her clit. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and looks up at him, into him, and whispers again, "mak' me a wommen..."
"Ah, Vicky darlin', from now until forever you're mine ..." he whispers in reply, and with a groan he begins to slide himself into the girl. He watches her eyes widen, and she gasps with the sudden pain of entry so that he eases gently back before slipping himself forward once more until he feels the thin barrier of her maidenhead. Smiling beautifically down at her, Daniel groans once more and quietly calls her away from the palce of mingled pain and ecstacy she is in, "Vicky ..." Opening her blue eyes she looks up at him, feels the pressure of him deep inside her, but not all the way ... and then she nods with a soft whine.
As he does so and the tempo of Victoriana's breathing begins to quicken to match his own, Daniel begins to slide the head of his cock along the line of her vagina, sometimes letting it slip up to brush against her clit. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and looks up at him, into him, and whispers again, "mak' me a wommen..."
"Ah, Vicky darlin', from now until forever you're mine ..." he whispers in reply, and with a groan he begins to slide himself into the girl. He watches her eyes widen, and she gasps with the sudden pain of entry so that he eases gently back before slipping himself forward once more until he feels the thin barrier of her maidenhead. Smiling beautifically down at her, Daniel groans once more and quietly calls her away from the palce of mingled pain and ecstacy she is in, "Vicky ..." Opening her blue eyes she looks up at him, feels the pressure of him deep inside her, but not all the way ... and then she nods with a soft whine.
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His body on fire, Daniel begins to slowly increase the tempo of his thrusts. He has not had a true maiden since he was a child himself, and they had both been virginal - inexperienced and fumbling and foolish. This was different. Strange and wonderful and disturbing, Victoriana's body responds in all the ways of a woman even though she pouts and teases like a child. And the warm snugness of her vagina around him also speaks to her youth even while she moans with the voice of a whore. "Christ, Vicky ..." he blasphemes in response to her cries as he brings himself nearly all the way out of her and then drives back in as deeply as his hips will allow.
As she allows her head to drop back against the seat, he runs his thumb around her nipple, follows it quickly with his tongue, and bites lightly, leaving a ring of small red marks on the snowy whiteness of her. "Ach, Daniel, y' hafta finish.." she says in her woman's voice and in the voice of his whole people. Her plea drives him beyond endurance, and spasming backwards Daniel suspends his penis just at the entrance to her vagina. He can feel her dewy wetness brushing against the tip, and as his heart races, his member throbs lightly just millimeters inside the warmth of her.
Through his barely open eyes he looks down at the eighteen year old girl. Her eyes are transfixed, wide and staring down at the point of contact between their legs, a light smear of her blood streaked across his penis. Her body is taut and on fire and his to command. She is panting to the same ragged rhythm as he - and he waits ... suspended in a moment of absolute ecstacy, locked in the agony of his desire ... and just as Victoriana's nails begin to race down his back to urge his buttocks into her, he drives into her warmth.
Vicky begins to buck uncontrollably beneath him, gasping his name around small animal noises of pleasure. Leaning back, forcing himself deeper still, Daniel arcs his head back and cries out loudly - as loudly as if someone were ending his life. He calls her name neither knowing nor caring if the entire world hears and explodes inside her. Somewhere in the distance he hears her own climax as a series of short screams, each elicited by the gyration of her hips against his hardness.
As she allows her head to drop back against the seat, he runs his thumb around her nipple, follows it quickly with his tongue, and bites lightly, leaving a ring of small red marks on the snowy whiteness of her. "Ach, Daniel, y' hafta finish.." she says in her woman's voice and in the voice of his whole people. Her plea drives him beyond endurance, and spasming backwards Daniel suspends his penis just at the entrance to her vagina. He can feel her dewy wetness brushing against the tip, and as his heart races, his member throbs lightly just millimeters inside the warmth of her.
Through his barely open eyes he looks down at the eighteen year old girl. Her eyes are transfixed, wide and staring down at the point of contact between their legs, a light smear of her blood streaked across his penis. Her body is taut and on fire and his to command. She is panting to the same ragged rhythm as he - and he waits ... suspended in a moment of absolute ecstacy, locked in the agony of his desire ... and just as Victoriana's nails begin to race down his back to urge his buttocks into her, he drives into her warmth.
Vicky begins to buck uncontrollably beneath him, gasping his name around small animal noises of pleasure. Leaning back, forcing himself deeper still, Daniel arcs his head back and cries out loudly - as loudly as if someone were ending his life. He calls her name neither knowing nor caring if the entire world hears and explodes inside her. Somewhere in the distance he hears her own climax as a series of short screams, each elicited by the gyration of her hips against his hardness.
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He is content to lay like this with her ... maybe forever, but her back is arched uncomfortably over the seat. Only the flexibility of her young limbs allows her to sleep so soundly in such a position, and Daniel can do nothing but smile as he eases himself out of her. He lifts her body gently so that she is curled on the seat and drapes both his formal jacket and her traveling cloak over her nude form.
Sliding his kilt over his own nakedness and following with his shirt, he looks tenderly down at his new student - his lover, he's forced to admit, and the enormity of his actions finally catch him wholly unaware. "Ach, what have we done, lass?" he whispers to her in the language of their bonding - the language of his people, he can't help noting proudly. And hers, lad, at least a little, Daniel hears his mother whisper in his mind. After the harsh rebukes of his father, her voice is the voice of home and hearth.
He smiles at the sleeping girl and kisses her golden curls softly before brushing them back from her face. "Faerie," he whispers, noting the magic of her sleeping form. And in saying the word he can't help but summon to mind the tales of his boyhood about young men lost forever because they would not - could not - resist the charms of the women of Tir na Nog. He kisses her head gently, running his lips feather light around her ear elicting a small moan from Victoriana in her sleep. Instantly, and astoundingly, Daniel is aroused again, but he merely covers her more completely, pulls back the curtain from over their head, and quietly orders the driver to find an inn within the next two hours.
"But sir," the man protests "the sun hasn't yet even reached noon. there's plenty of driving light left."
MacClellan's eyes flash green in his anger. "Who is the master here?" he growls. "M'lady does not feel entirely herself. She needs a place for proper rest, adn if you can't accomodate that simple command, I will throw you off this rig and drive it myself." Drawing the curtains closed over the man's apologies, Daniel sits on the floor, places his head next to Victoriana's and dozes lightly.
Sliding his kilt over his own nakedness and following with his shirt, he looks tenderly down at his new student - his lover, he's forced to admit, and the enormity of his actions finally catch him wholly unaware. "Ach, what have we done, lass?" he whispers to her in the language of their bonding - the language of his people, he can't help noting proudly. And hers, lad, at least a little, Daniel hears his mother whisper in his mind. After the harsh rebukes of his father, her voice is the voice of home and hearth.
He smiles at the sleeping girl and kisses her golden curls softly before brushing them back from her face. "Faerie," he whispers, noting the magic of her sleeping form. And in saying the word he can't help but summon to mind the tales of his boyhood about young men lost forever because they would not - could not - resist the charms of the women of Tir na Nog. He kisses her head gently, running his lips feather light around her ear elicting a small moan from Victoriana in her sleep. Instantly, and astoundingly, Daniel is aroused again, but he merely covers her more completely, pulls back the curtain from over their head, and quietly orders the driver to find an inn within the next two hours.
"But sir," the man protests "the sun hasn't yet even reached noon. there's plenty of driving light left."
MacClellan's eyes flash green in his anger. "Who is the master here?" he growls. "M'lady does not feel entirely herself. She needs a place for proper rest, adn if you can't accomodate that simple command, I will throw you off this rig and drive it myself." Drawing the curtains closed over the man's apologies, Daniel sits on the floor, places his head next to Victoriana's and dozes lightly.
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He is having green dreams.
He is walking in woods, deep forests of evergreen, moss clinging to the sides of trees and rocks.
He is standing by the Firth of Fourth looking down at the green water. A green bit of kelp washes onto the sand near his foot.
He is laying in a formal garden. Ferns lean over him, and underneath him is a lush lawn fed by good Highland rain.
But in all these places there is always gold - the sun shining soft and warm and comfortingly. Laying beneath the fern, standing with his hand to an eons-old tree, eyes closed listening to the *plash* of fish in the Firth, in all the green place of his dream the sun whispers "I love you." He smiles and sleeps, dreaming within his dream of Mannanan MacLir and the faerie folk.
"Sir! Sir, wake up," he is startled awake searching wildly for his dagger. "Sir, I've found us an inn, and even though it's only just after noon time ..." Daniel waves the man away irritadedly. Victoriana is still sleeping although she is dressed now.
"Ach," he complains climbing out of the carriage and stretching. "I didn't mean to sleep so soundly or so long. Man! Lead me to Lady Nottingham's room," he calls to the driver. Reaching back into the carriage he picks Victoriana up and begins to carry her into the inn cradled in his arms.
Brigid, still sitting atop the carriage laughs down at him, "And is that what ye'll be called now Daniel MacClellan - a despoiler of young girls?" Her tone is ironic and there is clear disapproval behind her teasing words.
"Guard you tongue woman!" Daniel menaces flushing scarlet, for the woman could only have known his Christian name through hearing Vicky's cries of ecstacy. "You can have no conception of what happened in that carriage, nor is it any business of yours. And you WILL keep what you know to yourself if you cherish the lady's reputation and your own position."
Victoriana begins to drift out of her sleep at the exchange, and mumbles "...can walk myself." She is attempting to be queenly, but sleep-tousled and dreamy as she is, she can only sound childlike. "Shhh, Lady. I have you," he whispers in Gaelic. Even if she could walk, he has no intention of allowing her to do so. Experience has taught him that her walk today, at this time, would only betray her newfound status as a woman and thus ruin her.
Brigid follows them to the room to be shared by the women, and the eyes of all in the common room turn to follow the tall, well-muscled Scot carrying the small white-clad woman up the stairs.
Arriving, MacClellan lays Victoriana - now fully awake - on the bed. "Your mistress will summon you when she needs you, Brigid," Daniel states over his shoulder. "We would speak. In private. Close the door as you leave," he commands, and Brigid quietly slips out leaving the two alone.
He is having green dreams.
He is walking in woods, deep forests of evergreen, moss clinging to the sides of trees and rocks.
He is standing by the Firth of Fourth looking down at the green water. A green bit of kelp washes onto the sand near his foot.
He is laying in a formal garden. Ferns lean over him, and underneath him is a lush lawn fed by good Highland rain.
But in all these places there is always gold - the sun shining soft and warm and comfortingly. Laying beneath the fern, standing with his hand to an eons-old tree, eyes closed listening to the *plash* of fish in the Firth, in all the green place of his dream the sun whispers "I love you." He smiles and sleeps, dreaming within his dream of Mannanan MacLir and the faerie folk.
"Sir! Sir, wake up," he is startled awake searching wildly for his dagger. "Sir, I've found us an inn, and even though it's only just after noon time ..." Daniel waves the man away irritadedly. Victoriana is still sleeping although she is dressed now.
"Ach," he complains climbing out of the carriage and stretching. "I didn't mean to sleep so soundly or so long. Man! Lead me to Lady Nottingham's room," he calls to the driver. Reaching back into the carriage he picks Victoriana up and begins to carry her into the inn cradled in his arms.
Brigid, still sitting atop the carriage laughs down at him, "And is that what ye'll be called now Daniel MacClellan - a despoiler of young girls?" Her tone is ironic and there is clear disapproval behind her teasing words.
"Guard you tongue woman!" Daniel menaces flushing scarlet, for the woman could only have known his Christian name through hearing Vicky's cries of ecstacy. "You can have no conception of what happened in that carriage, nor is it any business of yours. And you WILL keep what you know to yourself if you cherish the lady's reputation and your own position."
Victoriana begins to drift out of her sleep at the exchange, and mumbles "...can walk myself." She is attempting to be queenly, but sleep-tousled and dreamy as she is, she can only sound childlike. "Shhh, Lady. I have you," he whispers in Gaelic. Even if she could walk, he has no intention of allowing her to do so. Experience has taught him that her walk today, at this time, would only betray her newfound status as a woman and thus ruin her.
Brigid follows them to the room to be shared by the women, and the eyes of all in the common room turn to follow the tall, well-muscled Scot carrying the small white-clad woman up the stairs.
Arriving, MacClellan lays Victoriana - now fully awake - on the bed. "Your mistress will summon you when she needs you, Brigid," Daniel states over his shoulder. "We would speak. In private. Close the door as you leave," he commands, and Brigid quietly slips out leaving the two alone.
Daniel watches her, entranced. At this moment he is content - she is all he could ask for. And yet. His father's thoughts hound him. The weight of social opinion presses down on him. Even Brigid's accusation stings. An immense sadness fills him when he tries to stretch his dreams for the future beyond the next few days with Victoriana. And he finds his resolve.
"Lady Nottingham," he begins gravely in French, "I thought it best that we stop for today. What has happened ... between us ... has put you in a perilous position. It has also compromised my ability to fulfill the situation for which your guardian is paying me."
He watches as she stops preening in the mirror. Her eyes narrow, but he's unsure whether in anger or some other emotion.
"My Lady ...." he begins again still in French, and then faltering switches back to his own tongue - their shared tongue - "... Vicky ... what I did to you ... what happened never should have happened. But I was weak, God help me, and you ... you're beautiful and strong and everything a man could want in a woman."
Daniel straightens his shoulders for the task ahead, and then sliding back into French, "I believe it might be best that I resign my position when we reach Calais. You have already been brought too close to ruin, and I would not have things made worse."
Moving close behind her, he touches her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vicky."
"Lady Nottingham," he begins gravely in French, "I thought it best that we stop for today. What has happened ... between us ... has put you in a perilous position. It has also compromised my ability to fulfill the situation for which your guardian is paying me."
He watches as she stops preening in the mirror. Her eyes narrow, but he's unsure whether in anger or some other emotion.
"My Lady ...." he begins again still in French, and then faltering switches back to his own tongue - their shared tongue - "... Vicky ... what I did to you ... what happened never should have happened. But I was weak, God help me, and you ... you're beautiful and strong and everything a man could want in a woman."
Daniel straightens his shoulders for the task ahead, and then sliding back into French, "I believe it might be best that I resign my position when we reach Calais. You have already been brought too close to ruin, and I would not have things made worse."
Moving close behind her, he touches her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vicky."
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MacClellan
He has expected rages, bitter recriminations, a violent tirade. Victoriana's quiet hurt and sorrow strike him harder than if the vase she had thrown this morning had taken him full on the temple. He looks at her, stunned as it becomes clear to him that the woman who sits weeping before him is nowhere near the child who had left the Convent School only that morning.
I've been twice a fool! he rails sadly at himself. Once because he has not seen what he sees so clearly saw now, and again for allowing the world and the words of a long-dead father to have a voice in this affair of the heart. And as he looks down at Victoriana, young, hurt, crying softly, Daniel's heart cracks.
Quietly kneeling before her and bringing his head close to hers, he takes her hands into his. In a voice of an entirely different timbre and register carrying an entirely different meaning from the last time he spoke the words he says, "I'm sorry, Vicky."
He speaks in Gaelic.
He has expected rages, bitter recriminations, a violent tirade. Victoriana's quiet hurt and sorrow strike him harder than if the vase she had thrown this morning had taken him full on the temple. He looks at her, stunned as it becomes clear to him that the woman who sits weeping before him is nowhere near the child who had left the Convent School only that morning.
I've been twice a fool! he rails sadly at himself. Once because he has not seen what he sees so clearly saw now, and again for allowing the world and the words of a long-dead father to have a voice in this affair of the heart. And as he looks down at Victoriana, young, hurt, crying softly, Daniel's heart cracks.
Quietly kneeling before her and bringing his head close to hers, he takes her hands into his. In a voice of an entirely different timbre and register carrying an entirely different meaning from the last time he spoke the words he says, "I'm sorry, Vicky."
He speaks in Gaelic.
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"Take the veil?" he cries. "That you'll not do, lass," he says taking hold of her shoulders and pulling Victoriana to him to kiss her hard on the lips. "Can you not see that I'm apologizing for playing the fool? For nearly throwing away the only pearl that's ever come to me?"
And then holding her close he whispers in her ear, "No girl, it's long and long the Sisters of Mercy will be waiting for you to take the vows - not while I have life and breath to keep you from them."
Drawing her back from him, he wipes a strand of golden hair from her face and kisses her passionately with the desperation of a man who's only just avoided being drowned.
And then holding her close he whispers in her ear, "No girl, it's long and long the Sisters of Mercy will be waiting for you to take the vows - not while I have life and breath to keep you from them."
Drawing her back from him, he wipes a strand of golden hair from her face and kisses her passionately with the desperation of a man who's only just avoided being drowned.
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"I cannae think beyond now, Vicky. Tomorrow will bring what it might, I dinna care so long as I have you in my arms ... and in my bed," he adds, playfully running his fingers along the smooth line of her tummy to tickle her lightly. She squeals and falls backward on the bed wriggling to escape him, but he is relentless in his pursuit of this most pleasant torture until she is left gasping.
He stops then and while she recovers, giggling, he quickly slides her arms up and over her head. Pinning them lightly, he hovers over her helpless form and then leans down to kiss her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers and stopping sometimes to bite gently on her lower lip. He groans softly when he hears her sigh of surrender, and running his tongue lightly around her ear he whispers, "I told you that you were mine forever, lass, and God help us both, you've made me yours."
Straightening to look down at her, his eyes trail along the delightful contours of her young body. She is still writhing lightly, her thigh rhythmically rubbing against him, and he is overwhelmed with desire for her. Continuing to hold her hands above her head with one of his own, he unlaces the front of her dress with the other and slides his hand in to stroke her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. When she gasps, closing her eyes and rolling her head luxuriously backward into the pillow, he pinches harder and then leans down to take each nipple in turn into his mouth. He runs his tongue around both, nipping each so that her back arches up into his mouth with the pleasurable pain of his biting. He sees she is looking down at him now, watching him with her crystal eyes.
He stops and leans back so that Victoriana mewls softly in frustration. "I dinna think you're ready for more of what we did in the carriage, Vicki my luv, but there are other things we might do if yeh have the mind," Daniel murmurs down at her. Victoriana smiles up at him, her eyes glittering with wicked curiosity.
"I cannae think beyond now, Vicky. Tomorrow will bring what it might, I dinna care so long as I have you in my arms ... and in my bed," he adds, playfully running his fingers along the smooth line of her tummy to tickle her lightly. She squeals and falls backward on the bed wriggling to escape him, but he is relentless in his pursuit of this most pleasant torture until she is left gasping.
He stops then and while she recovers, giggling, he quickly slides her arms up and over her head. Pinning them lightly, he hovers over her helpless form and then leans down to kiss her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers and stopping sometimes to bite gently on her lower lip. He groans softly when he hears her sigh of surrender, and running his tongue lightly around her ear he whispers, "I told you that you were mine forever, lass, and God help us both, you've made me yours."
Straightening to look down at her, his eyes trail along the delightful contours of her young body. She is still writhing lightly, her thigh rhythmically rubbing against him, and he is overwhelmed with desire for her. Continuing to hold her hands above her head with one of his own, he unlaces the front of her dress with the other and slides his hand in to stroke her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. When she gasps, closing her eyes and rolling her head luxuriously backward into the pillow, he pinches harder and then leans down to take each nipple in turn into his mouth. He runs his tongue around both, nipping each so that her back arches up into his mouth with the pleasurable pain of his biting. He sees she is looking down at him now, watching him with her crystal eyes.
He stops and leans back so that Victoriana mewls softly in frustration. "I dinna think you're ready for more of what we did in the carriage, Vicki my luv, but there are other things we might do if yeh have the mind," Daniel murmurs down at her. Victoriana smiles up at him, her eyes glittering with wicked curiosity.
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When she turns the tables so quickly, he's surprised at her agility and the ferocity of her playfulness. Surprised and delighted and inflamed - he is achingly hard as she runs her fingers lightly down his penis and then follows quickly with her mouth.
"Mmmmmm ... so you'll play the lioness now, will yeh, girl?" he moans as she slides his cock past the pout of her lips. And then with a low laugh, "Yair as wayward as yair guardian warned me. It's sure yair leadin' me into a life of trouble."
"Mmmmmm ... so you'll play the lioness now, will yeh, girl?" he moans as she slides his cock past the pout of her lips. And then with a low laugh, "Yair as wayward as yair guardian warned me. It's sure yair leadin' me into a life of trouble."
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"Agh! And why would you break my heart like this?" he cries laughing at her teasing manner yet desperate beyond endurance. Sitting before him, head slightly cocked, hair a tangled mass, grinning devilishly down at him, Victoriana is beautiful beyond any he's had before - innocent yet intensely sensual.
"It's the trouble I want, Vic," he whispers to her, his green eyes locked on her blue, his hand reaching for hers.
"It's the trouble I want, Vic," he whispers to her, his green eyes locked on her blue, his hand reaching for hers.
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When her hand is safely in range, he quickly snatches it pulling her down to lay beside him, giggling but eyes all aflame.
"Yeh've been a wicked jezebel, lass, just as Dame Catherine said you were. But I'm a mairciful man - you may choose the punishment you think fitting for yair awful crime," he laughs low in his throat at her. "Name yair punishment, my sweet," he growls softly as his fingers trace the outline of her small, pink nipple.
"Yeh've been a wicked jezebel, lass, just as Dame Catherine said you were. But I'm a mairciful man - you may choose the punishment you think fitting for yair awful crime," he laughs low in his throat at her. "Name yair punishment, my sweet," he growls softly as his fingers trace the outline of her small, pink nipple.
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The game is almost as punishing to him as her. She is so adorabl, he wants desperately to simply take her. Yet he will not give up the love play.
"Well then, lass, perhaps a couple of swipes will suffice," and with that he rolls her over onto her stomach and slaps her on her heart-shaped bottom, rubbing the spot briefly before slapping again.
"The courtesy of finishing those things you begin will serve you well in life, my Lady Nottingham," he murmurs before bending over to kiss the redness of one cheek. "Now, if you will kindly finish what you began before ... we may set this unpleasant episode behind us, my young lioness."
"Well then, lass, perhaps a couple of swipes will suffice," and with that he rolls her over onto her stomach and slaps her on her heart-shaped bottom, rubbing the spot briefly before slapping again.
"The courtesy of finishing those things you begin will serve you well in life, my Lady Nottingham," he murmurs before bending over to kiss the redness of one cheek. "Now, if you will kindly finish what you began before ... we may set this unpleasant episode behind us, my young lioness."
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He smiles as she guides his hand to her, but he gently removes it fom her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he moistens his fingers before sliding them back down to her to trace the outline of her vagina. He moans loudly as she begins to stroke what she cannot get of his penis into her mouth. She gags once in her excitement, and he whispers to her, "Relax, luv. Relax your throat. You're doing fine ... " and then his body spasms violently as she slides almost all of him into her mouth, letting her tongue play along the bottom of his raging erection.
Can she really be new to this? he can't help wondering, but quickly decides he doesn't care. He is hers now no matter what, and he laughs breifly at his own surrender before gasping as she slides her lips off of him and then back down, again nearly to the base. As she does so, he slips his finger into her. She is warm and wet, but he is amazed this does not hurt her after what had come earlier in the day. He hears her moan in delight before he gives himself entirely over to the rythms of her mouth and her tiny hand.
Can she really be new to this? he can't help wondering, but quickly decides he doesn't care. He is hers now no matter what, and he laughs breifly at his own surrender before gasping as she slides her lips off of him and then back down, again nearly to the base. As she does so, he slips his finger into her. She is warm and wet, but he is amazed this does not hurt her after what had come earlier in the day. He hears her moan in delight before he gives himself entirely over to the rythms of her mouth and her tiny hand.
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