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[llyr2]

He smiles sexily down at her, wondering where she's picked up such language (probably Brigid he thinks), but incredibly aroused by it and by the flush of her face.

"Lady Nottingham makes it sound like it can be only one or the other. I think I'd like both," he growls as he sits up and slides her to the edge of the bed. Laying her so that her bottom is nearly hanging over, he tears open her dress, kneels before her, wraps her knees over his shoulders, and begins to lick the insides of her thighs. Her hair is soft as down and so fair it is hardly visible, and she is trimmed almost smooth. (Something else of Brigid's?) He smells her musk, and, his cock becoming more engorged, he reaches up to fondle the round globes of her breasts.

"This now, my luv, the other later," he purrs and then places his mouth squarely on her clit to lick it then suck it gently. He moves his tongue down and slips it into her, knowing her ache matches his own and wanting to hear her cries of relief. looking up the line of her body, he watches her face as he begins to move his tongue in an insistent circle, inserting, withdrawing, and then running it along the lips to brush against her clit over and over. Within seconds, her hands are entangled in his hair, and her knees have closed locking his head against her.

"My Lady can stop me when she's ready to fuck," he leers up at her before once again inserting his tongue into her pussy.

 

[llyr2]

Not moving her away from the bed he stands so that she can see his cock jutting out. He takes her hand and guides her to stroke it, making it swell to fullness. Smiling lazily down at her, he quietly tuns her over so that her ass faces him, and as she looks questioningly over her shoulder, he slides into her slick pussy from behind in one quick movement.

"Oh my God, Vic!" he cries at the tightness of her walls against him. He leans over to bury his face in her hair, kissing the back of her neck while reaching around to knead her breasts, pulling at her nipples more firmly as his strokes increase in speed and intensity.

 

[llyr2]

As the contractions of her orgasm seize Victoriana, Daniel releases with a loud series of grunts - the tighteneing of her pussy drawing out jet after jet of his cum until he is empty and sated.

"You're incredible," he pants, turning her head so that he can kiss her. He picks her up, still half-erect and inside her, and moves them both to the middle of the bed. He curls around her back, still rhythmically fucking her but languidly now - his body unwilling to stop.

"Mmmmmm ... you were saying something about tomorrow, my luv."

 

[llyr2]

Daniel

"I thought as much," he laughs low in her ear. "You stay here, my love. I need to see to a few details." With that Daniel slips out of bed, returns to his kilt and dresses in a new shirt. Moving quietly out of the door, he lightly takes the steps down to the common room.

"Innkeeper!" he calls to the old gentleman who checked them in. "I would like food brought to the second floor room. Whatever you have in the way of luncheon victuals will serve. Some wine and a tankard of ale. Bring it in thirty minute's time. When that is accomplished, draw two baths, hot, separate rooms."

"Oui, monsieur, although transporting that much hot water upstairs ... " the man breaks off meaningfully.

"Do it, man. I don't care the price in gold," Daniel states laying out several coins. "If you need more tell me as I leave tomorrow. Hot! Both the food and the bath water, do you understand?"

The old man nods, counting happily, and Daniel trips back up the stairs to rejoin his lover. Slipping quietly back into the room he draws the curtain to darken the space and strips down to nudity again. He slides beneath the sheets, taking Victoriana into his arms while she curls into him, her head on his chest.

 

[llyr2]

He hears her speaking. Her small brow furrowed and the occasional word whispered in distress tell him she is dreaming unpleasant things. And then she sighs, her forehead smooths, and she smiles softly in a single shaft of light that slips by the shades. She is an adorable child and a beautiful woman. An innocent and a whore. Loving yet quixotic and moody. Keen of mind and quick of wit yet unruly and ruled by her passions.

Trouble, just as he'd said earlier in the throes of his own passion. He looks at her, wrestling with his own emotions. Could he possibly be falling in love? He does not wish to acknowledge it - it's a dangerous road that he has travelled once before to a grim end.

"It's just a fancy, Daniel," he whispers in the semi-darkness. "This, too, shall pass."

But as he looks at her sleeping form, his heart stirs, and he is frightfully uncertain. Leaning his head back to watch the room's dust dance in golden motes through the beam of the sun, he waits for their food and thinks of their future - if they are to have one.

 

[llyr2]

He laughs lightly. "Is it my mind you're readin' now, darlin? I ordered food nae more than ten minutes ago. Come, we'll get dressed and be waiting for it when it arrives."

As he pulls on his breeches, he watches her look at the dress he's torn wide open and discard it lightly to pull out another new dress from her baggage. "Just how big is that bag inside, luv?" he teases and then stops suddenly, shushing Victoriana in mid-reply.

A thump sounds against the wall, followed by another, and another ...

 

[llyr2]

"No, not food yet. It's coming from next door - where the driver and I are to sleep tonight," Daniel states curiously as the thumping grows more and more regular. Thump - thump - thump - thump - thump

He comes to a decision. If he's to sleep in that room, he must know the source of this sound. "I'm going to look."

 

[llyr2]

He is gone for only a few minutes. When he returns, he can barely keep his laughter in check. He signals that Vicky should follow him quietly. Sheepishly she emerges from the covers and tiptoes to the door where he takes her hand.

As they walk quietly into the hallway and move toward the door to the next room, Daniel's mirth is obvious. The thumping grows louder as they approach and continues unabated while MacClellan places his nad on the knob, turns it, and opens it slightly enough for them both to peer in, Victoriana's head under his.

As she looks into the room, the source of the mystery becomes apparent. *thump - thump - thump* Brigid lies flat on her back, her legs splayed wide and revelling gloriously as the coachman pounds furiously into her. Daniel quickly pulls his head back to stop his guffaws.

 

[llyr2]

Laughing loudly at her indomitable nature, not caring if he's heard (would serve Brigid right for snide remark earlier anyway, he thinks), he kisse Victoriana on the nose, picks up, throwing her over his shoulder, and carries her back to her own room. Placing her ceremoniously on the bed, he bows and states, "I shall go and bellow at the innkeeper, my Lady Nottingham. I shall not return without food - at the very least for my own safety. I question what would be safe around your mouth at this time." And then he quickly ducks out the door before the pillow she's thrown can crash into his head. "Quite the improvement on this morning's vase," he sighs happily to himself.

Meeting the innkeeper on the way up the stairs, he takes the tray of mutton, fresh bread, cheese, and apples, and carries them up. His lover sits in the bright sunshine, her hair radiating the gold of the sun from the newly-drawn curtains. "I'm afraid the Lady will have to settle for peasant food, alas," he says pouring her a glass of the local vintage before sitting opposite her to watch her tear into the lamb. He is astonished at the ferocious delicacy with which she devours the food. Like she makes love, he smiles to himself.

When they have both finished eating, each working on their third drink, his ale and hers wine, Daniel states in a resigned voice, "Victoriana, my love. We must give some thought to the future."

He cannot say "our future," for even now he cannot think to know this young woman's whole heart.

 

[llyr2]

"I love you Daniel, but what air we gonna do?"

Hs heart leaps at her first words, and then crashes down at the reality of their plight. "I dinna know, darlin'," and then looking deeply into her eyes, "but I cannae stand the thought of yeh in another's arms, Victoriana. I'll kill another who tries such."

And then finally he adds miserably, "For it's fallen in love I have ... with a slip of a girl who'll surely drive me to distraction and probably my grave. What have yeh done to me, Vicky darlin'? What have yeh done?" he adds burying his face in her hair.

 

[llyr2]

"Well it's clear that we should return to the Isles. Once there ... things will have to play out as they will. We're still two days from Calais and the meeting with Lord Stanhope - and that's only if he meets us there. In the meantime, we take what we can. Come, I've had the innkeeper prepare something special. Close your eyes and I'll lead," he finishes taking her by the hand.

Leading her from the room to a private chamber next door, one with high windows for privacy he whispers, "Open your eyes, Lady." The room is filled with lustrous golden fog as the bright afternnon sunlight shines down through the steam of the hot bath drawn into a large wooden tub in the center of the floor. He smiles at her look of surprise and delight.

 

[llyr2]

"Ach, you mean to kill me, Lady Nottingham!" he exclaims delightedly. He is astonished at the girl's ability to arouse him with her playfulness and her body. Although it has been not more than two hours since they last made love, he has no doubt he will be able to perform with her again. He can already feel the beginnings of an erection merely from watching her hips move suggestively side to side.

"I'm not sure it's wise, lass. I had the innkeeper draw baths in two separate rooms to avoid the appearance of indiscretion and the wagging of tongues. But I am, of course your servant," he adds as she puts the lower of her beestung lips in an adorable girlish pout. Taking her in his arms to bite gently on the lip he murmurs, "How may I serve my Lady?"

 

[llyr2]

The invitation and the soap dripping down her breasts are almost irresistable, but rather than indulge himself immediately, he pulls a chair next to the tub and watches her, his eyes glittering with barely contained lust. "If you don't mind, I'll simply look for a while. I don't think I've yet just looked at your body, love. Too busy attacking it," he adds with a grin.

Victoriana obliges him by stretching the length of the tub, pulling her muscles taut. She is finely toned, her breasts high and firm, their large size pleasingly contrasted by tiny pink nipples. Suddenly she immerses herself entirely, and then rises back to the surface, the ringlets of her hair made straight by the water. She leans forward and smiles wanly at Daniel. "Back?" she urges simply, leaning forward in the tub.

"Mmmmm, the pleasure is mine, my lovely." Bringing his chair around behind her, Daniel takes the soap, rubs it into his hands, and begins to work his fingers around her back. Her skin is perfectly smooth and creamy, and as his hands drift down to the small of her back, she arches slightly and sighs. The steam of the room is bringing the sweat out on his body and on Victoriana's as well. It makes easier the work of his hands sliding over the smooth muscles of her back, kneading them gently, relaxing them from the tensions of their earlier exertions.

 

[llyr2]

She lifts her hair to reveal the smooth white column of her neck. Daniel leans forward to kiss the back and then allows his lips to roam around to the side, biting and sucking softly on her skin. His hands reach around, still slippery with soap, to take Vic's large breasts into them. He kneads them gently, rolling the nipples between his fingers until they are erect. Her breathing becomes more rapid, punctuated with soft girlish gasps.

Finally Daniel leans back, withdrawing his hands from her breasts to take her hair into his hands. He wets it, and lathering his hands once more begins to wash her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. Without realizing it - involved in the luxury of her silken locks - he quietly sings "Barbara Allen", the ballad his own mother sang to him as a child.

 

[llyr2]

Rising and crossing the room to take the largest towel from the wall hook, he returns to Vic and whispers quietly, "Come, luv, stand a bit and I'll take you back to the room."

She opens her eyes sleepily and stands. Wrapping her in the towel, Daniel takes her up in his arms and carries her to the door. Still cradling her, he fumbles with the handle and pushes the door open enough to check that the hallway is devoid of prying eyes before carrying her quickly to her room.

Once inside he sits her on the edge of her bed, running the towel down her body and through her hair before easing her down into the bed and pulling the quilt over her. Sitting next to her, he runs his fingers through her damp locks, singing quietly until he hears her soft snoring again.

Rising then, he pads down the hallway to the second bath to find that the water has gone tepid. "Ah, Daniel, was it not worth it?" he smiles remembering the heavy feel of her breasts under his hands, the salty taste of her skin as he kissed her neck, and the sound of her breathing.

Stripping down and stretching, he climbs into the tub and scrubs himself and then emerges. Drying himself in the hallway on the way back, he checks briefly to see if Brigid is still occupied or if she'll be returning to the room. Peering into the darkened room, he sees she and the coachman sleeping.

A fine idea, that, he thinks as he glides back into Victoriana's room and slides under the sheets with her. Wrapping his arms around her protectively, he tries to put off thoughts of Calais until he falls asleep.

 

[llyr2]

He stands on a mist covered field. It is early morning and another man - a man he does not hate - stands a score of yards away from him. There are pistols in both their hands. At a signal from one observer in a small crowd, both Daniel and the other raise their pistols, sight, and fire.

Daniel feels the hammer blow of impact in his side but stands long enough to recognize that his own shot has taken the other directly in the chest. Both men collapse - one to his knees the other facedown into the dew of the early morning grass. It is only when he sees the blood on his hands that MacClellan feels the searing pain, and falling forward, he cries out ...

... to see the late afternoon sunlight shining through a window at the far side of the room. He is panting, sweat pouring from him. Groaning, he climbs from Victoriana's side to douse his head in the basin of water that sits by the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he peers over at the girl. It has been several years since this nightmare last occurred, but he cannot doubt that Vicky and their love has brought it back to him.

Resting for a few minutes he rises, and sighing heavily, he pulls on his breeches again. A pipeful of tobacco and an ale will cure all this. And it will nae come back. It's mere chance it happened now. But he cannot convince himself of the lie. He is walking toward the door when he hears Victoriana come awake behind him.

 

[llyr2]

Turning to look at her he replies gently if somewhat sadly, "Go now, love? Nay. It's only late afternoon by my reckoning. You've not slept quite that long," he adds laughing.

Walking to her he bends down to kiss her and then turns her around to tighten the laces of her corset. "We've the whole night yet," he whispers, kissing the back of her neck. "And I've a mind to stop in whatever town is nearby before we dine."

Fumbling with the eyelets and intracies of the clothing, he growls gently, "And I cannae understand why you wear such a contraption as this. For it's young and beautiful you are, and no man can take his eyes from you," and then adding in a murmur while he nips at her ear "... but none shall have you except me."

Turning her to face him, he crushes her body to him feeling the soft fullness of her breasts against him. He kisses her passionatley to drive out the fading remnants of the nightmare, catching his breath at the heat of her reply. She rakes her nails down his back and thrusts her tongue into his mouth letting the the two dance together in a single moment of infinity.

"I'll see if Brigid is awake yet," he whispers, breaking the kiss. "She can help you finish."

 

[llyr2]

MacClellan/Victoriana: Arrival

The succeeding days are lost to Daniel in an agonizing bliss of laughter and teasing, and yet circumstances dictate that they cannot share each other again. As they travel closer to the meeting with Victoriana's guardian, MacClellan cannot help but feel more reserved and wary about what the world sees, and it is only through terrific acts of self-will that he restrains from taking her whenever they kiss in the semi-privacy of her carriage. He sleeps little, spending his nights tossing in frustrated desire yet somehow finding the strength to stay away from her room.

And now on the evening of the third day, the carriage rolls over the crest of a hill overlooking their destination: Calais.

"It's funny, love. I arrived in this port less than a fortnight ago to take my new position as your tutor," he looks across the seat of the carriage to Victoriana. "And yet it seems a lifetime ago. I see this town, and it looks like an abyss to me, for I cannot see our future anymore ... if ever I could."

Can there be a more beautiful creature in all France, England, or Scotland? he wonders gazing at her. She is a glowing example of young womanhood. Her eyes sparkle in the light of the setting sun peering through the carriage window. Her carriage is erect and proud. Her mind and wit quick and well-fashioned, and yet her passions are quixotic which only make her more alluring, Daniel sighs to himself.

They arrive at the lodgings that have been reserved for over a month by Lord Stanhope to find a letter of greeting there signed with the signature of Victoriana's guardian. Scanning it quickly when they reach the privacy of her chambers, Daniel looks into the girl's eyes. "It's tomorrow, my love. He'll be here tomorrow," and with this he pulls her violently into his arms, kissing her desperately. "We've only tonight, Vicky, and I don't care anymore what tomorrow brings," he murmurs into her hair.

 

[Guest]

Victoriana

Doing possibly the most unthinkable thing, Vicki collapses into his arms and sobs.

"D'this mean we haft to keep it hidden? Or that it's gone? I can't just get rid of it, Daniel! I caint!"

She says all of this in her usual lilting brogue, a sharp contrast to the cold and calculating English accent she had in the beginning with him.

"Mebbe he'll get lucky and not care about me, luv," she says while wrapping her arms around him, sniffling a bit.

"I wish I wasn't a part of the horrid aristocracy. I wish I was just a simple merchant's daughter or even a farmer's daughter, where I could choose what I wanted, when I wanted to love, instead of being forced to love."

She sighs and sobs into his broad chest, her tiny frame wracked with sobs.

 

[llyr2]

"It'll never be gone, luv, not as long as there's life and breath in me. Not as long as ye'll have me," he whispers.

Crushing her body to his, two days of self-restraint are blown to the winds in his desperate need. He lays her on the bed and begins to kiss her more passionately.

 

[llyr2]

He laughs briefly at her playfulness, but his hunger is too great for simple play. He pulls her body down to him, the soft fullness of her breasts contrasted with the hardened muscle of his chest. Wildly kissing her mouth he buries one hand in the curls of her hair while the other drifts down to rub and squeeze the perfect globes of her ass.

Moaning in pleasure as she grinds the dampness of her pussy against him ever-so-softly, he bites at her neck, her throat, her breasts. She is mewling in pain, and he cannot doubt he is leaving marks that will last for days, but in his frenzy to claim her he loses all reason.

Finally he releases her, and she arcs up sitting straight, teasing him lightly with the grinding rotation of her pussy on his cock. "When last we did this I ended up on top, Victoriana," he groans. "For tonight, our last before all this must become a secret, you are the mistress."

Her eyes glitter mischieviously down at him, and Daniel worries a little at his surrender before giving himself up to the pleasure of her body working in tandem with his.

 

[llyr2]

"Ach, yes Vicky!" he moans gutterally. She is sliding straight up and down on the hardness of his erection. Her head is thrown back, her spine arched backward, while her hands play across the smooth muscles of his stomach. Reaching up with one hand he fondles one breast while his other hand reaches between them to allow his thumb to circle her clit.

The heat of the room grows with their exertions, and as her body becomes more slick with sweat, Daniel finds it more impossible to keep his hands from roving all over her. Looking up at her, her hair hanging in wet strands, her face contorted in waves of ecstasy, Daniel sees the spectacular beauty she will be in ten years. A woman of authority and grace - at this moment his lover, moaning like his whore.

Taking hold of her ass he begins to match her downward motions with quick upward thrusts, grunting powerfully as their bodies meet, "God ... yes ... Lady ... ride it ... fuck me ..." and losing all sense of his strict Calvinist upbringing, "Christ, yes! Fuck me ... Lady!"

 

[llyr2]

Daniel is momentarily stunned speechless. He was within seconds of an orgasm when she launched herself from him teasingly. His balls ache monstrously, and he cries out in earnest, "Ach, yer KILLIN' me, lass!"

Climbing from the bed he chases her around the confines of the small room, slowly working the ache from his loins, and beginning to laugh with the giddy childishness of the game - frustrated with her obvious advantage. The room seems too small for her to keep him off her for long, and yet she is quick enough and careful enough to keep a piece of furniture between them at all times.

"And I thought yer punishment from, last time would keep yeh from playing the wanton. I can see ye'll need more of a lesson when I catch yeh."

Victoriana giggles darting to the opposite side of the bed. "And it's catch yeh I will, my Lady Nottingham. Of that yeh may be sure," and with one lunge he dives across the bed, his hand just brushing her leg as she darts aside.

 

[llyr2]

"Foolish girl to let a man in such need catch you," Daniel growls low in his throat. All his laughter is gone, and he looks at her like a wolf at a lamb. He sees a small glaze of fear in her bright blue eyes and pulls her to him to kiss her with violent passion to assure her with his body that he would never hurt her against her will. he breaks the kiss and hurls her to the bed, rolling her over onto her belly he immediatley thrusts himself into her from behind.

He listens to her harsh panting matching his own groans of pleasure as he lubricates his cock with the tight wetness of her pussy. Withdrawing, he begins to rub the head of his penis along the line of her ass pressing more deeply at her anus with each thrust. Victoriana whirls her head around to look over her shoulder, her eyes wide, childish with fear, surprise, and perhaps desire.

"I offered yeh the chance once before to choose yair punishment, Ladt Nottingham. I cannae say if I should offer mercy again ..." he says quietly, his cock still pressing lightly against her ass.

 

[llyr2]

Now it is Daniel's turn to laugh, completely disarmed by her naivete and youthful innocence. "Ah, tis nothing wrong there, love. Tis just another place fer a man and a woman. It should eeven feel gud. Come, luv, we'll take it slow," he murmurs low while re-placing his cock into the warmth of her pussy.

Her ass propped up, Vicky begins to purr as Daniel sets a rhythm to match the one she herself had set only minutes before when she rode him. As he continues to slide himself into and out of her, he wets his finger with the lubrication of her and runs it along her ass. Circling it then pressing lightly against the bud of her anus. Reaching down he slides his own cock between his fingers, wetting them once again, and then returns them once more to Victoriana's virgin hole. Pressing more forcefully, he begins to slide his finger into her, ently probing and then withdrawing, entering and withdrawing to match the timing of his smooth stroking into her pussy.

"Do yeh not see how it feels now, luv?" he gasps as her body reacts to his sliding his finger all the way inside her by clamping down on his cock. Vicky, her face buried in a pillow, cries out although Daniel cannot tell from pleasure or pain. Is it alright, darlin'?" he asks even while beginning to play with her ass with two fingers.