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[astralkiss]

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[goldsoundz]

Young Lord Wessex was 22. At 5'9", with a narrow but sturdy frame, he had light brown hair and pale blue eyes. He had a pale complexion, set off by red cheeks which betrayed his demeanor when he was angry or flustered.

He'd spent his life up until now in the care of others -- Eaton Academy; St. John's College, Cambridge (his father was still agonizing over the embarrassment of his son's thwarting of King's College and countless generations, and it still caused them strife), then straight to the estate to learn the management of his family's acreage.

Recently, he'd arrived in London to study his father's stewardship of his future place in the House of Lords. He'd been to London before with the family, but now he'd on his own, with his own apartments and servants to manage. The apartment was in fashionable Chelsea, which of course was fashionable for it's courtly elegance, paired with its proximity to the somewhat less elegant pleasures which London had to offer. His father resided at the family's summer cottage near Windsor along the Thames, and rarely made the journey into parliament, trusting his son to keep him informed of any pressing details.

Wessex was kept company by his mates from St. John's, who of course were not allowed on the family estate back home. Wessex reveled in the family scandal created by his association, and would do nearly anything to further engratiate himself to his friends, all the while playfully turning the dagger metaphorically lodged in his father's backside.

Having met Wessex at his apartment after a day at parliament, his friends soon wisked him down the stairs and out the door, bawdily whelping at and feeling up the chambermaid on their way out. Wessex managed to gasp an apology in her direction before the door slammed behind him.

In a few minutes, they were at The Black Stallion, tables cleared for them and pints ordered. Bass in hand, he scanned around his friends' favored establishment, and his eyes settled for a moment on the petite barmaid in the peasant blouse and stunning tresses. He felt his cheeks flush slightly.

 

[goldsoundz]

"What do milords wish to partake of tonight?"

"That's no peasant girl..." Wessex thought to himself. He thought to comment, but Young Lord Burney cut him off.

"Food of course." Burney snapped at her without looking. "The man there knows our order, and you'd be well advised to learn it too, wouldn't you?"

Wessex tried to say something, but the girl was gone before he could get anything out. He tried to turn back to his friends' conversation, but he didn't like where that was going either.

"The problem with you, kind sir," Young Lord Kent was saying, "is that you're, well, a kind sir, aren't you? You'll never advance in Parliament with that countenance."

"He right, I'm afraid" redheaded Albemarley added. "Look at you. You're nowhere near engagement. You haven't impressed any of the important families to offer their daughters. Why, I don't even think you have a mistress, do you?"

"You have to understand your station, man," Kent continued. "Take that barmaid, for instance. The one you looked too long at when we walked in here. Oh, didn't think I noticed, what? That girl would be only too obliged to entertain you if you so chose. If she refused, you could see her in debtors prison inside a fortnight. And if she still resisted, well, all the better sport, isn't it?" Kent chucked. "As long as you do the proper thing and take care of any children she might produce, you can do what you want. Just how many 'special accounts' does your father have anyway?" Kent demurred with a raised eyebrow.

"I think we've established that I am NOT my father!" Wessex snapped back.

"Yes" sneered Burney, "we know that."

Wessex had had enough. he tried to get up, but was caught by his closest friend at the table, Lord Wallace. "For Heaven's sake, sit down man" Wallace said cooly. "We're just talking."

"No, I don't think we are" Kent finally established. "I think we're finally going to give our friend here his inheritance, as it were."

 

[goldsoundz]

"Just where did you learn French and German?" Wessex said out of the blue as the girl started to turn her back.

Young Lord Kent coughed a laugh of disbelief as he was finishing his ale. The rest of the men followed suit. Wallace shook his head, pushed his long, blonde hair away from his eyes, and patted his friend on the back, bringing Wessex's attention back to the table. "Look here old boy," Wallace said lightly, "What I think the gents here are trying to say is, forget the barmaid after all. She's not worth it."

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all." Kent said as he rose quickly and confidently from the table. He winked at Albemarle, then at Wessex, then disappeared into the kitchen.

As Kent was leaving, the barmaid was coming back with another round of ale. She still hadn't answered Wessex's question, and seemed determined not to. Wessex decided not to pry further. He couldn't stop looking at her hair. If she were a real peasant girl, her hair would be a mess by her age -- matted, teeming with lice, half falling out already. But her hair was elegant and beautiful. He guessed she was actually a merchant's daughter. That hair had been tended to by French products and Mediterranean oils, and that meant a merchant in the family. He didn't know sport like Burly, women like Wallace, or politics like Kent, but he knew people. He could read them and understand their needs. That's why his servants seemed to appreciate their employment for him.

Kent slammed back down triumphantly in his chair and slapped Wessex on the back. "Alright you, I've set you up for the night. I've spoken to the cook, and paid him tomorrow's shoe shine money. He's agreed to leave the door to the upstairs quarters unlocked when he leaves for the night. Your barmaid stays in the second room on the left. The owner will be passed out drunk by two. You are free to go to her tonight and have her as you will."

"You're mad!" Wessex fired back. "I shall do no such thing."

"Oh yes you will" Kent said calmly, "Or I'll make sure that everyone in Parliament knows that the son of Old Wessex is a puff. And of course they'll believe it, since they've never seen you courting a lady or paying off a mistress. You'll be ruined. Now for God's sake, man. Be a man. Take what is yours. I've given her to you. Take her or suffer the consequences. I mean it."

Wessex knew that he did mean it. Kent was an unbelievable bastard at heart who wouldn't mind consolidating his voting block power in the House of Lords at Wessex's expense. He had to do this. He had to take this girl, by force if necessary. Wessex quickly downed his ale. He felt the warm buzz sinking into his psyche, and he waited with his mates until closing.

 

[goldsoundz]

Despite drinking an unholy amount of ale, Wessex was stone sober now -- his pulse and adrenaline quickly pulsing the alcohol through his bloodstream and dispensing of it through his overworking liver.

His "friends" having left him to his task more than an hour ago, Wessex knew what he had to do, and he was steeling his mind to it. You're a lord; she's a working girl. Give her some money. No, that's for whores. Compliment her. No, that won't work under the circumstances, would it? In the end, he decided to just make it plain to her, that she was to be his, and he would make it worth her while.

Without thinking now, he slid inside the unlocked door and started quietly up the stairs which lay immediately behind. Before he got to the top, he could already hear the inkeeper snoring. He shouldn't be a problem.

Gulping for air one last time and loosening his collar a little more, he started down the hall towards her room. He could see the light coming from behind the door, and knew she must be awake.

Don't think now. Just do it. Be a man. He set his shoulders and opened the door.

She was sitting at a vanity mirror, brushing her lovely hair with fragrant oils. Her nightgown clung to her figure in a way that her clothes hadn't, and he could make out her wonderful, young, feminine breasts hiding coyly beneath the stretched fabric. She was beautiful.

She looked up in her mirror and saw him.

 

[goldsoundz]

"I suggest you leave, and now"

Wessex was ready for her reaction. She hadn't finished her sentence before he was rushing her. She started to yelp, but he had just as quickly grabbed her brush-wielding hand at the wrist and stuffed his handkerchief over and into her mouth with the other hand. The force of his impact on her knocked them both down on the floor, and now, for the first time, he was getting excited. He was on top of her now, his chest pressing down upon her heaving breasts. He thought to speak.

"There now," he whispered, "just be quiet and stay calm. You're going to be a lover to me, and i will take good care of you." He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered into it. "Please don't make me hurt you. You are too lovely. Just let this happen, sweet."

He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

 

[goldsoundz]

"You know not what you do, I am Victoria Kent Warwick, granddaughter of the Baron of Buckinghamshire"

He knew Buckinghamshire. Their families had even done holiday festivals together. She wasn't one of them. He laughed softly at her brashness.

"Buckinghamshire's don't sling beers in pubs, my lady. You are certainly educated, and you know your royals, but one you are not. Now, do as I say, and you might even enjoy this."

Her night gown had ridden up her soft, milky thighs in the struggle. He was between her legs now, and his growing hardness found the warm folds of her womanhood. He pressed against her and felt a tingle of pleasure course through his body. He knew two things now: She was scared, and he could enjoy it.

 

[goldsoundz]

The blow was not enough to cripple Wessex. It did bring him back to his senses. My God, he was about to rape this poor girl. What was he thinking?!?

Suddenly, his heart was no longer in it, though his manliness still betrayed his lust. He sat back hard against the vanity, and raised a hand to her.

"Please," he breathed, "I'm sorry...I...Please don't yell. It would only get your owner in trouble, not me. I'm sorry, I was just trying to do what was expected of me. As a lord." Suddenly, tears were in his eyes. Maybe from risidual adrenaline, maybe from shame. maybe both. "Please, miss. Let us just forget this episode. Here, take this." He thrusted some coins from his pocket.

"Please just forgive me."

 

[goldsoundz]

Wessex was in a compromised position, but he was still nobility. Her fire didn't faze him, yet there was a sense of fairness which had to rule the day.

"On one hand, I would advise you to watch your tongue, miss. Wrong or no, I could still have you imprisoned for such behavior. However, I do recognize that I have obviously done you a disservice. Regardless of whether you are who you claim to be, I owe you a debt. If you truly are a Buckinghamshire, perhaps I can help you."

Wessex reconsidered what this night was supposed to be. "On the other hand, my failure here would make me subject of ridicule in greater halls than this one, to be sure. I'm halfway inclined to resume my original intentions, just to make a point. I am afraid we are at somewhat of an impasse, you see."

 

[goldsoundz]

Wessex was actually beginning to enjoy himself; he found her rage almost...charming.

He quickly rushed her and overpowered her again, despite her threats. This time, he left no room for errant knees.

"I mean, my lady, that i could still go on and have you now." He pushed her against the wall and playfully thrust his hips into her, then relaxed. "It's up to you how we get out of this with dignity."

 

[goldsoundz]

"You, milord, have already lost your dignity,"

She was only driving him on now, bringing the exchange towards an inevitable conclusion, just as Kent had predicted. He felt sorry for her that her pride kept her from seeing it.

"Well then," he breathed, wiping his face on hers, "if we have no dignity, then we are reduced to the wilds, aren't we?"

He reached down and freed his hardened erection from his trousers, before returning his hand to her wrist, preventing her from reaching out. His legs had hers pinned to the wall, and she was physically powerless to resist him. He pressed his naked hardness against the outside of her womanhood, her nightgown up above her waist once again. He thrust against her once more for effect, and for his pleasure.

"Now, what will it be?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Wessex was close enough to smell the tears as they streamed down the girl's face. He could also feel her body trembling with fear.

No, he couldn't do this. Despite all his anger and frustration, and the knowledge of what he could get away with, he was no monster.

He had made his point, and intended to go no further. With a quick change of demeanor to his normal self, he brought his hands down around her back, and held her as she began to sob.

"Alright miss. Alright then." He spoke between her sobs. "Let's forget this now. It's over. Right then, if you are who you say you are, then you're obviously in trouble. Maybe I can assist you, and you me. Don't worry, miss. I mean that honorably, of course."

 

[goldsoundz]

and how would I have to help you?"

"My reputation in Parliament is in jeopardy" Wessex began, sitting down on her bed unintentionally. "My companions are beginning to question my manhood, which is why I was sent here tonight. I need you to help me perpetuate the illusion that you are now my mistress, and grateful about it. You'll have to sell this in front of the others."

This had been happening all of Wessex's young life. Sent to take some claim or exploit a weakness, he usually ended up trying to help someone for no reason. It was the nature of his heart. But this time there was a reason. He found her quite pretty, and he was intrigued by her feistiness. He cocked his head, raised an eyebrow, and continued.

"In return, I could probably help you. Slowly at first, as not to arouse suspicion -- I cannot be seen as a pushover. But I could give you a little more to live on for now, get some decent clothes. Then, with your language skills, I could probably secure you some kind assistantship in a diplomatic office. It will be difficult, you being a woman and a commoner, but if you can clean yourself up as I think you can, and control that temper of yours, your skills might be useful. Heaven knows I believe the Russian head translator is making it up half the time -- you might come in handy."

He paused, then continued. He was going to regret this, he knew it. "Eventually, if your story pans out, I could probably speak to old man Buckinghamshire on your behalf." He watched her eyes widen. "But don't get ahead of yourself! That man is a world class tightwad and a curmudgeon to boot. Thinks everyone is out for his wealth. If it's not done properly, he'll throw you in prison and subject me to everlasting ridicule, so just be patient. And again, you'll have to be convincing as my mistress first. Understand?"

 

[goldsoundz]

If she weren't so damned fetching, he would have given up right then.

"Sorry? Did you say a life? Did you mention marriage? Miss, you'd do well to take a look at your life as it presently stands. You're a barmaid. You're penniless. Most of the people in that bar think you're a whore already. Just whom do you think you'll be in a position to marry? And what do you think you will look like after a few years of pressing trays and ale around?"

He couldn't believe this girl. "And as for Buckinghamshire, if you really think you'll do so well, why haven't you gone there already? Is it money? Here! This should cover your passage. It won't, however, pay off the constable, so do think on the matter."

"You can keep your pride all you like, miss, but what you fail to grasp is that you WILL end up like all the other barmaids in this city. They all have their pride. They all keep their dignity. And they're all hard and homely from the years, with few clothes and fewer teeth."

He picked up his coat, and started for the door. "Besides, now that I know the look of your bedroom AND your maidenhead, I believe my reputation shall be just fine, yours notwithstanding. Enjoy your station here."

He moved towards the door, silently wishing she would give him a reason to pause.

 

[goldsoundz]

Seething, she flew at him, taking a running leap and throwing all 80 lbs. of herself at him hard.

To the extent that one could enjoy being knocked down by an 80 lb weight with teeth and knees and little, punching fists, he was enjoying this. Besides, he didn't want to go, and she just kept him in the room.

Knowing that he had crossed a line, he allowed her to hit him for a few seconds. She had to get it out -- he understood that. But he blocked anything to the face and groin. No reason to be foolish.

As he absorbed the beating, it occurred to him that he was...enoying it. Even aroused by it. All his life he had been pressured to be in control, in charge. Now for a few seconds, he was the subservient, and he rather enjoyed it. He tried to conceal the growing bulge in his trousers, and gently pushed her off.

"Alright miss, I apologize. That was bad form. Perhaps we can compromise after all. Let me propose this: you do this for me now, and I will either vouch for your virtue later on, OR I will personally arrange your relocation to anywhere you wish, and set you up in a new life and see to your safety. That way, you won't be sacrificing your future for this deal presently. And," he reminded her, "it IS a good deal for you, considering the alternatives. I don't expect your gratitude. I only expect your respect for the gains which you will surely receive."

 

[goldsoundz]

"I'm sorry, but I cannot go for that version. If the House of Lords could give a halfpenny for every peasant who showed up claiming to be lost nobility, there would be no more peasants. My associates would have you locked up for claiming it, and ostracize me for believing it. And let's not forget that I don't even have a basis for believing you yet, other than that obvious pride that comes by those around you taking you always at your word."

He thought about it for a moment. "It was acceptable to the Lords that I take you by force, so we can go by that explanation. But perhaps I will excuse that you were on your cycle, and therefore not an attractive target, as it were. Instead, I merely humiliated you by stripping you down and depositing my seed about you. That should satisfy their lusty hearts and allow you to keep your public maidenhead. Keep in mind, however, that such an explanation will only suffice for a time. Eventually, they will want more. We will have to come up with something else by then, if you haven't proven your association to Buckinghamshire."

 

[goldsoundz]

Victoria Kent

The irony was delicious. She was probably distantly related to the very man who proposed he rape her. A relative might have stolen the silver and had it etched by some country engraver. That certainly happened enough. But the letter looked geniune. Anyone who played billiards in polite society knew Buckinghamshire's signature from the promissory notes. Powerful man. Awful pool player. Wessex shook his head.

"Well, the note looks right and proper, but it could be a clever forgery. As I said before, my family passes holiday with the Buckinhamshire's regularly. Two of my sisters have married into their family. I think I know them intimately enough. So then, what's your final proof?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Sliding one shoulder of her gown off, and then the other, covering her ivory breasts with one arm and holding the gown up with the other, she motioned to a dark brown splotch on her back.

Were he able to speak, he would have confirmed her lineage. He had known that mark since his first week at Eaton. It was as notable to the landed class as the family itself, and not possible to fabricate, although many had tried. He had seen those, too. This was genuine. She was a lady.

But he wasn't thinking about that right now. His head was swimming at her stunning, ample breasts, her arms barely covering the nipples. Her waist was small and proper and it pefectly set off her full, round breasts and hips. Her porcelain skin begged to be kissed, particularly right at the base of her neck, at the back of the shoulder. She was lovely, and sexy, and he was very aroused. He dreamed of actually doing that seed business.

"Y-Yes. You are who you are, aren't you?" Because he had to, he reached out and touched her shoulder.

 

[goldsoundz]

"Yes, milord I am who I say I am," she said, deciding to shock him and turned, her hand falling from her glorious breasts, and baring them to him.

The sight of her full and elegant breasts made him softly gasp. His lust for her was becoming unbridled now. He felt light headed, and his manhood strained at his trousers, tighter even than before.

There was more than lust. From the beginning, he had been taken by her verve and frankness. He adored her spirit as much as her body. And now that he new she was a lady...a Buckinghamshire, he started to feel at last why he spurned every attempt by his parents to match him up.

He gently reached out a hand and touched her gorgeous breast, then softly drew to her, bent down, and gently kissed her lovely little neck.

"Miss Kent," he whispered, "you shall not call me Lord. My name is Matthew."

 

[goldsoundz]

Hearing her groan his name sent wessex beyond his mind. His head was swimming with lust for this beautiful girl, his loins aching in anticipation.

He needed to feel his skin on hers. Quickly, he removed his shirt and pressed his chest against her lovely breasts, feeling her chest rise heavily into him. He bent down and kissed her deeply, his tongue finding hers in a delicate dance. His hands passed behind her back and he held her close to him, pressing his manhood once more into her body.

He once again came back down to reality, knowing he mustn't let his passions get the best of him, for her sake. "Miss Warwick," he breathed, "more than ever now, you should keep your innocence." He kissed her between sentences. "It will be highly prized by society."

Betraying his words, his thrusted his hips into her once more, feeling suudenly at home there.

 

[goldsoundz]

"As much as I enjoy your touch, Matthew, this is a bit illicit and perhaps we shoudl focus on figuring out how to get you out of here undetected..."

"Ms. Warwick.." *kiss* "..."we've been struggling, fighting, and arguing for hours now.." *kiss* ..."being detected is not really a concern now, is it?"

He pressed against her tightly and swirled his tongue around hers, then broke her kiss wetly and sloppily.

"If your concern, however, is illicitness," he whispered, "perhaps I can show you how polite society manages the desires of the flesh while keeping a woman's purity intact."

Matthew slowly trailed his hand down, and around the front of her waist, and softly pressed his hand against her soft, warm womanhood.

 

[goldsoundz]

she submitted to his prodding and spread her legs slightly for his fingers to reach. Groaning while biting her lip, her sharp intake of breath showed her passion.

He could feel the heat all over her body now. She was trembling again, this time out of passion, not fear. As he felt her spread her legs, a wave of love swept over him. Her womanhood was warm and moist, and seemed to open at his touch.

Her groan of passion encouraged him greater. His mind was a blur now, totally subjugated to the desire coursing through his body.

In one motion, he lifted her tiny frame off the ground, and she seemed to go limp in his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her out there, displayed in all her stunning glory for his eyes to soak in. Her naked body before him was the very essence of beauty.

Returning to her, he placed a kiss on her neck and ran his tongue slowly across her throat, lingering to kiss her again every so often. Her skin tasted sweet and fresh, and he longed for more. Slowly, he began to move down along her body, his tongue leaving a soft trail across her soft, white skin.

 

[goldsoundz]

When his mouth neared her secret place, her mouth formed an "o" of surprise.

Matthew could smell the sweet scent emanating from her womanhood, and he followed it like a treasure to be opened, all for him. He kissed and licked the soft skin below her waistline, then dropped down and put his mouth on the inside of her right thigh, suckling it gently and swirling his tongue along the skin. He slowly trailed his tongue upwards, then repeated the sensations on her left thigh.

As he began to move up, her hips bucked forward and caught his waiting mouth. He gently, lovingly, lightly, sucked with his open mouth on the face of her womanhood, lightly flicking his tongue along the slit as he did so. He then shifted slightly up to the sensitive button, and lapped it with his tongue as her hips began bucking up and down.

 

[goldsoundz]

He hungerly lapped up the sweet nectar as it formed up on her clit and oozed thickly down the slit of her womanhood. Her juices covered his face now as his tongue probed her wetly, purposefully, always returning to stimulate her clit as she grinded lewdly against his face.

He went on, driving her towards release as her hips bucked faster and faster. He met each rapid thrust with his waiting tongue until he heard her take one last gulp of air and then stifle a high, uncontrolled squeal. The walls of her womanhood spasmed against his face as she locked her thighs strongly around his head. Then, just as suddenly, she relaxed and exhaled, purring something in a language he did not understand.

 

[goldsoundz]

"C'est bon..."

Matthew waited there for her to come down, softly blowing on her womanhood and stealing sweet, warm kisses on her inner thighs. When her legs finally unlocked his head, he moved up quickly and took her up in his arms, securely holding her as she she continued to whimper into his chest. He held her there while she continued to softly pant, tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead and quickly dissolving into his bare skin.