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[llyr2]

As Victoriana orgasms Daniel's own need becomes more heightened. He could remain like this forever, but what she has offerd him is irresistable. Taking himself from her, he places the head of his cock at opening of her now partially loosened ass. He begins to slide the head in and feels Vicky stiffen beneath him at this intrusion which is much larger than his two fingers.

"Punishment, Lady Nottingham," he says just loudly enough for her to hear and then slides his cock in one smooth movement into her.

 

[llyr2]

Ach! Christ what a little hellion this girl is! Daniel snarls to himself gleefully. He is nearly oblivious to the blood dripping down his shoulder, caught between her rage - and the way it excites him - and the ecstasy of taking Victoriana in the most priveleged of all places.

Folding her in his arms he whispers into her ear, "Hush, Lady Nottingham. Did yeh not say that I was to be the master later in the night? Why will you fight so now that I play the role you yourself demanded?" in spite of his teasing words, he is aware of her pain however. Her body is sweating and trembling with the agony of his penetration, and he tries to divert her from the pain, reaching around and down to rub gently at the mound of her pussy. Kissing the back of her neck while speaking quietingly to her, yet not releasing her from the smooth pumping of himself into her.

 

[llyr2]

As Vicky relaxes beneath him, the urgency of Daniel's thrusts grows. "God, Vicky, yes," he answers her own muted gasps, and then in a single explosion of climax he cums into her behind. Throwing his head back he utters a gutteral cry of release as he forces stream after stream of jism into her.

As his pulse slows and his body relaxes he can sense Vicky is close to another orgasm of her own. She is grinding against his hand, her fingers covering his own, slick with the fluids of her.

Suddenly Daniel stops, flips the girl around onto her back and pins her hands above her head. He smiles down at her as realization begins to dawn on her face. She is flushed red with desire, and her hips grind into ... nothing. He does not touch her, and he will not let her touch herself. She mewls in frustration.

"Turnabout's fair play, lover," he whispers teasingly down at her.

 

[llyr2]

Her easy surrender excites him. He'd expected an angry response equal to the one she'd given when he'd first taken her ass, but her whimper of need is far more compelling as is her unpredictability.

"And how can I not, when you've asked so prettily, luv?" he nuzzles into her neck. Releasing her hands so that she can wrap them around his neck, he then raises her hips, drawing her legs around his waist, allowing her to entrap him between them.

Reaching down to ahndle himself, he rubs the head of his cock against her pussy - still teasing but offering the partial release of contact with her clit.

 

[llyr2]

"Gah!" he exclaims slapping her hand away. "WHY do you test me so, lass?" he asks her as she laughs up at him. Leaning down to kiss her, he increases the intensity of his stroking into her and whispers, "Is it because yeh know I can deny yeh nuthing?"

He feels her legs tighten further around him as her breathing becomes more ragged. After two days of self-denial his own passion is easily stoked to life, and he finds himself as hard as he was only a half hour before.

"Oh God, Vicki, wait for me, girl," he gasps down at her, building toward a climax of his own. He watches her bite her lip as she holds back, and then she suddenly opens her blue eyes and looks directly into his green, locking his gaze with the intensity of her lust. He becomes lost in the crystal blueness and the small animal noises she makes as he slides himself into and out of her.

And then, her back arching forward she states simply, "now, lover." It is not a plea or a whine or a challenge; it is a simple statement of control and with her two words, "now, lover" and the first contraction of her pussy as she begins her climax, Daniel hurls his head backward in orgasm the like of which he's never experienced.

"Vicki ... Chriiiiiiiiiist ...." He hears his own voice begin as a moan and ending with a loud cry of release - his voice mixing with hers calling out his name as their bodies explode together into one aching mass of released desire, sated in mere moments.

 

[llyr2]

Holding her tightly to him, Daniel tries to see beyond the morning and what it will bring. Secrecy to their relationship certainly. And could they survive such secrecy?

A soft scratch comes at the door, and Brigid's voice comes through softly, "It's late, mum. We should be tairnin' in fer the night."

Victoriana curls more tightly to me, speaking so quietly I cannot hear her words. I can feel wetness on my chest, and lifting her head I see a single tear has dropped down her cheek. Wiping it away gently and kissing her softly I reassure her, "Shhh, luv. It'll all work out," and then turning to the door I call for Brigid to leave us in peace. "You need not fear, mistress Brigid. All will be as it should by the light of dawn." I listen to her light tread go from the door and pull Victoriana to me again.

 

[llyr2]

As she begins to drift off on his chest, Daniel strokes the silken fineness of her locks. The candlelight reflects from them and turns them reddish gold, and he cannot resist winding them lightly around his fingers forming a fine bond, enveloping the fingers of his hand. He stares mesmerized by the tinted hue, his mind adrift in a sea of satiety, warmth, safety, and - he can no longer deny it to anyone, himself most of all - love. He brings the longest of strands to his nose, smelling the cleanness of her and the hint of the sweat of their mutual exertions, and faintly, a touch of clean woodsmoke from the fire in their room.

"Hmmmm," he sighs happily, settling deeper into the bed. Still toying sleepily he plays at finding words for her hair. It has been many years of hard work and study sincve he has been moved to write poetry, but his soul vibrates to the string of Victoriana's whole being. The color is like ... is like ... my torque!

The image is disturbing, and he unwillingly begins to rise out of his dozing. My torque. The piece of twisted metal that his benefactor had given him before Daniel left for the university at Edinburgh. The band of red gold he had foolishly given away in a youthful fit of passion. He winces at the memory and the prospect of a return of the earlier nightmare.

Victoriana shifts in her sleep, troubled as though she senses his own turbulent memories and emotions. She retains the slight sexual flush on the smooth whiteness of her cheeks, but her brow is furrowed slightly in a childish frown. Moving his fingers lightly across the wrinkles, taking pleasure in the soft feel of her skin on his fingertips he begins to hum quietly.

"It was in and about the Martinmas time / when the green leaves were a-fallin'" he sings to her softly in his rich baritone. As she settles back into a deeper slumber, he begins a quiet confession. Even sleeping she may have the power to exorcise my past, he thinks.

"Where to begin, luv?" he sighs.

 

[ozme52]

Lord William Andrew Stanhope

"Rot that Scotsman MacClellan." he thinks.

"A simple enough task. Bring my ward to Calais. A two day trip. Now, more than a day late, we have again missed the last packet home."

"Geoffrey Wolfe," Wolfie he thinks of him as, "Wolfie would no doubt be in his cups and well into my cupboards and wine cellar by now. Blast!"

His valet Kent has to extend their overnight accommodations yet again. They need an additional room for Victoriana and her maid.

"MacClellan will have to share Kent's room. MacClellan may sputter to share a room but it is his own fault. We should be on the packet home already."

He had had no desire to pull Victoriana from her school but Wolfie insisted, having obtained leave. It was time for the betrothed to meet. Besides, he wanted to see what had become of the brat he barely remembered.

"Would Wolfie even want her?" He surely hopes so, he had no desire to shop her around looking for a suitable match. And no reason to send Victoriana back to France either. Hence the need for a tutor.

MacClellan! Highly recommended he was, but I had intended to meet them in Provence, and personal business intervened."

He likes this situation not at all. And now they are delayed!

"Rot him!"

He has sent Kent to meet the carriage, assuming it arrives at all.

In the meantime, he decides to have a repast, shoddy though it may be at this inn.

 

[llyr2]

He awakens, eyes scalding and grainy, muscles sore, sheets strewn across the bed and twisted in helices of cloth around the sleeping girl's form. The first faint rays of dawn creep through the cracked glass of the room's single window. The light is watery and unforgiving. It does not illuminate so much as it settles grimly on the objects in the room.

Closing his eyes against the ugliness of the tiny chamber and the new reality of his life, Daniel Fordyce MacClellan lays quietly, listening to the rhythmic cycle of his young love's breathing. Her hair gently glides across his chest with his own inhalations, and the warmth of her arm across his stomach is like a shaft of summer sunlight on naked skin. Before he opens his eyes again, he breathes deeply of her scent, not knowing when he will ever have this chance again. Forever doomed to secretly captured moments of joy, if even that is allowed me.

He yearns to leap from the confines of their bed, what SHOULD be our conjugal bed he thinks savagely, and from thence to set himself on the throats of her guardian, and her unknown betrothed, and the world that would keep him from her and she from him. He is wild with rage and desperation - and yet the seething menace is caged in the boiling confines of his heart. He lays perfectly still in an agony born of a love wide enough to span the cosmos and a despair of hatred jagged enough to tear that universe asunder. And he breathes.

Finally, quietly, even serenely he opens his eyes. The light has not changed. The world is transfixed, captured in this moment between night and dawn, death and rebirth. The ugly light remains, the tawdry curtains, the spartan and joyless furnishings. In this dour, grimy miasma, he thinks, gazing down at her, only the aurora of her hair gives light to the world.

And then laughing bitterly to himself. So, after all these years I've found the first line of my poem. Fortune's fool indeed. His heart wells up with the brutal unfairness of the world, and with no warning, no sign at all, not even a tightening of the throat, a wracking sob escapes him before he clamps down viciously on his emotions. "She'll not see me thus. She'll not see me thus," he chants quietly to himself, flagellating his soul with the words and the unbearable notion that Victoriana should have to drink the dregs from his cup of sorrow.

Disentangling himself from her, she moaning softly before curling around his pillow and returning to the depths of her dream world, he goes to the window. The world is mist-filled, small droplets layered evenly on the casement of the window. He runs his fingers through the cool dampness of them, smearing the tiny circles into little rivulets of dew, each ending at the inside of the casement, weeping down onto the scarred wooden floor of the room.

Below, the kitchen staff can be faintly heard preparing for the new day. Their laughter pricks him almost beyond endurance. "By what right do they or anyone else on this miserable, God-forsaken planet claim a moment of joy?" he snarls quietly, and whirling angrily - he sees the beloved. And his heart breaks, his unutterable rage evaporating.

He quickly dresses in breeches and descends to orders baths and breakfast. Above all else, Victoriana must appear cared for, spotless, and beyond reproach to the world. He will see to it that she does ... and he will kill anyone who suggests that she is not what she appears.

Returning to her, he quietly enters the room filled with unquenchable longing for her. Laying down so that he faces her, he glides his hand down her side, feeling the ribs under her warm flesh, feeling the tender swell of her hips, and thence his fingers across the even, soft rise of her belly. She sighs but does not awaken, and like the early morning light of thirty minutes before, they are suspended in a timeless moment, she innocent of the world's temporary halt, he intensely aware of nothing else.

Leaning down he places one hand on her cheek and brings his lips to the fullness of hers. His other hand pulls her body more tightly to him as his kiss lengthens and he lightly runs his tongue across her lower lip. As her breathing deepens, her body responding to the passion of his kiss even in its sleep, he can feel her breasts moving against his chest, the nipples sliding across the silk fabric of her nightgown, growing harder.

She moans softly and he can feel her begin to ascend from the depths of her sleep. Moving to her throat, he kisses Victoriana into the new morning.

 

[llyr2]

The breakfast goes cold, neither of them having much appetite. The baths, too, grow tepid then chill.

Daniel dresses in his own chambers, donning the formal kilt and jacket he had worn only three days before when his life was very much different. He shaves carefully and puts on the air of quiet professionalism that earned his reputation and brought him this position. He has the inn's footman load the luggage of Brigid and Victoriana on the coach while he carries his own carpetbags himself.

It is late morning and the fog has burned off, leaving a chill but glorious morning in its wake - one that promises a rich golden afternoon and a ineffable evening. These prospects are worthless to MacClellan.

Helping Victoriana into the carriage in silence, he offers his hand to Brigid as well, for she will ride with them as is fitting for a maid and chaperone. Daniel himself boards last, and looking sadly at Victoriana he says quietly, "Come, Lady, let us go to meet Lord Stanhope, your guardian."

He speaks in French.

 

[llyr2]

Daniel

Reaching across to stroke her cheek he asks tenderly, "How can you ask such a thing, love? Have I not risked everything for you? Do you not know I'm ruined if Stanhope should discover I've taken his ward? My life, my work, even my family I've placed at your feet."

Looking down into the empty palms of his hands he goes on sadly, "And I still do, God forgive me, for I was not lying when I said I could deny you nothing."

Looking back up and into her eyes, he leans across the space between them, twining his fingers into her hair, and pulling her lips to his. From the corner of his eye, he sees Brigid turn her head to look discreetly out the window. And then he closes his eyes to let the kiss and young Victoriana Gertrude Nottingham become his world entire for at least a few moments more.

 

[llyr2]

"To throw away everything that's to be yours? To be hounded by Stanhope until you reach your majority? No, Vicki, that I will not let you do," Daniel says softly.

"And on the day I make you my bride," he adds smiling, "it will nae be over an anvil in Gretna. The lady will marry in a proper church with a priest who will bind her to me in the eyes of God - for only the Almighty could chain my lioness to one man. There now! There's the smile that the world should see and that should first greet your guardian."

 

[SexyChele]

friendly *bump*

 

[llyr2]

"No, lass," he replies while returning both her caress and her sense of urgent need. "I'm Calvinist in upbringing, but it will matter not a whit when the time comes for me to claim you as my own. We have things enough other than religion to interfere with us. Not least of which is the man who stands at the end of this road - probably anxious that we're a day late in our arrival."

Gently he takes her hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses it gently and then draws one finger into his mouth, running his tongue along its length and then his teeth. "I want you," he offers quietly in Latin knowing that Brigid cannot have the education to speak the language. "But I cannot have my heart's desire," he finishes sadly as the carriage moves closer to town.

 

[llyr2]

As they Brigid and the coachman drive off, worry stamped on both their faces, Daniel looks down at Victoriana speculatively and then begins to laugh. "You know Stanhope will be tearing his hair out with worry, and yet you'll stop to play this game, Lady? What's to be done with such an incorrigible girl? Come, let's get off the side of the road before we're seen."

Standing, he looks quizzically down at the girl who sticks out her lower lip, playfully returns his gaze and says, "But my foot, Daniel. Surely you can't expect me to walk with it as it is."

"Surely not, my Lady," he chuckles before bending down, wrapping her in his arms to carry her into the darkness of the treeline, and then, still holding her, kisses her with desperate violence.

 

[llyr2]

"Mmmm ... so the lioness has become the lamb, eh?" he chuckles deep in his throat. "Well then, since you've seen to it we have plenty of time, let's not rush this, my love." Kissing her again, he bites her lip, returning the violence of her own in the carriage, drawing blood then tonguing it away.

Sitting with his back against a large oak he commands, "Sit in my lap, Victoriana, facing me. That's right, straddle me. Now, unlace your bodice to show me the fine breasts you keep locked there - and do so slowly." His eyes glitter green at her surrender. This is far, indeed, from the imperious girl he'd met only days before.

 

[llyr2]

Exasperated, but admitting to himself her great allure, he groans and rises to give chase. Unlike in the room, there is too much open space for her to long elude him, and within minutes he has seized her. Roughly he turns her to him, yanking her hands from the front of her dress where she holds the cloth that sheilds her ample breasts from his view.

Pinning her hands behind her with one hand, he fondles her with the other. Again she tries to peel away from him, but tightening his grip until she wimpers in pain he says with a soft touch of menace, "No more games, my love. If you will not give it, I'll take what you offered previously."

Putting one foot behind her heels, he trips her to the ground, releasing her hands so that she does not hurt herself, but immediately seizing them again to stop her struggles. "And now what will you do, lass?" he laughs quietly.

 

[llyr2]

Still pinning her arms above her head, he lifts his wrist to his own mouth and licks the blood away, grinning darkly down at her. "I'm afraid that will cost you, my love," he whispers while lowering his hand, a single drop of scarlet dripping onto the white of her dress, to take hold of the open bodice. With one deft movement he tears the gown off her top, her breasts bouncing free, her waist exposed right to the top of the thin and delicate blonde hairs that lead to her sex.

Pulling again, Daniel tears the dress down to her thighs, pulling aside petticoats and garters so that she is entirely defenseless before his ravening gaze. Roughly, he places his fingertips directly on the lips of her pussy, already moist with excitement, and without preamble thrusts them inside her while lowering his head to take one large breast into his mouth alternately biting her viciously and licking the tiny wounds he leaves.

 

[llyr2]

"Such language for a lady of rank," he laughs low in his throat before clamping his lips over hers. Like rabid animals they exchange a quick series of bites, and in a frenzy of desire he releases her hands, and pulling his other from her now soaked vagina he wraps both arms around her, crushing her body to his, his cock grinding along the line of her pussy, her moisture lubricating his cock as each upward thrust runs the head across her clit.

Growling he spits at her, "Tell me you want it!" Glaring up at him, Victoriana rakes her nails down his back, even tracks of blood following the tearing of his flesh.

When he curses briefly in pain, she smiles triumphantly up at him, blue eyes flashing until he seizes her by the hair, bending her head back to lick her throat before biting it once more, once againdrawing blood. "God dammit, girl! Tell me you want it!" he hisses again low in her ear.

 

[llyr2]

Her own ice cools his frenzy if not his ardor. "Pedant?" he laughs down at her. "Yes, indeed that, for I've taught you much, my little queen. But still not courtesy, I see."

With that he thrusts his entire length into her. Both groan loudly, their backs arcing toward each other, deepening the thrust. Driving into her several more times, he reduces them both to panting animals before snarling and pulling himself out of her.

The tip of his cock throbs lightly against her clit, the lack of contact searing. "Say it, Victoriana," he urges nastily. "Come, my heart, you've said far worse in moments of passion. Give me this now and let it end," he purrs dipping the head of his cock so that it just snuggles at her openeing.

 

[llyr2]

Narrowing his eyes suspiciously at this sea change, waiting for the return of the hellcat, he carefully leans down to kiss the fullness of her lower lip. The mass of his body suspended above her on his forearms, his cock still trembling at the warmth of her opening, he whispers, "Which are you now, lover?"

 

[llyr2]

Groaning loudly in relief and ecstacy, Daniel slides himself forward into her lush body whispering, "God, I luv you more than life itself, Victoriana."

In the sexual frenzy of their battle, both are already now excruciatingly near climax, and staring directly into each others' eyes, they each watch the other slowly move towards orgasm. Daniel slowly increases the rhythm of his thrusts, driving into her soft warmth with ever greater urgency and force until he is pounding against her. Still looking up at him, Victoriana fondles one breast while sliding the other over the muscles of his chest and down the powerful forearms.

As the moment approaches, Daniel is reduced to simply moaning her name, and thrusting into her powerfully he feels her body explode beneath him. Leaning down in the final moment, he covers her lips with his to muffle their mutual cries of release.

 

[llyr2]

Without thinking Daniel bounds up to give pursuit to the fleeing nymph, and just as immediately he collapses, his legs tangled in knots around his breeches. "Thrice damned britches!" he swears, yanking desperately while Victoriana disappears deeper into the wood. After a seeming eternity he has ythe leggings far enough up to race into the trees himself. he hears her crashing ahead of him, but apparently at a more liesurely pace.

Moving quickly but more quietly than she, he stalks behind her until the white of her dress is visible. He sees that she is looking around, surprised at the lack of pursuit and perhaps a little worried. Moving to his left he continues to track her, just as he did in his youth working as a beater and tracker on the Dunning estates of the Eighth Baron Rollo.

Choosing a stone carefully, he hurls it over and beyond her to crash in the forest opposite him. Victoriana whirls to peer into the forest and tentatively call, "Daniel?"

As the silence after her call lengthens, he reads genuine fear in her stance and nervous shifting. Continuing to shift closer, he tosses bit of wood to keep Victoriana looking away, and as he closes to within just a few yards, he sees she is near panic. Her ample chest heaves, her head darts from side to side at the merest whisper of the breeze or crack of twig. "Daniel?" he hears her whisper before bounding out bhind her, gathering her quickly into his arms, covering her mouth, and leaning forward to bite gently on her ear.

"Lost yair way, my lamb? Dinnae yair guardian warn yeh of the wolves?" he breathes into her ear.

 

[llyr2]

"And is this the gratitude I get fer sheildin yeh from the perils of the world, lass? Cold comfort, this," he murmurs into her ear while removing his hand from her mouth to snake it down within the folds of her torn dress to cup one breast. The trickle of blood smears slippery across her rose nipple as he pinches it to hardness, rolling it between his fingers.

With his other hand he turns her face so that he can kiss her over her shoulder, pressing his body more tightly to hers and crouching slightly so that his cock, already swelling again, grinds lightly against the rounded swell of her ass.

"And how must I punish yeh this time, my doe, my fawn, for fleeing and then handling me so rough?"

 

[llyr2]

Briefly taken aback by her statement, Daniel quickly recovers and grins broadly even while he acknowledges within that this submission by her cannot last. Too much the hellion, this one, he smiles to himself. But let us see where the lass goes.

"Careful, lover, I could get used to that title ... and make you live by it," he purrs into her ear.

Running through his catalogue of languages for an appropriate one, he turns her to face him, pulls her head back by the hair to expose her throat, and just before leaning down to nip at her neck growls, "Kennst du Deutsch, Madchen?"