A Home for Fae (closed for Cgraven)

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Fae watched the English country side roll along outside of the carriage. She had only learned a week ago of her parent’s death. She supposed she should have felt something, however she had been long estranged from them. The moment she was old enough to be sent to the convent, she was. She was little more than a nuisance to her socialite mother and a burden to her father the Baron. It was only now that she was called away, only to be told that she was now in the hands of a guardian whom she had never met.

She was jerked out of her thoughts as the carriage jostled as it hit a rock. She looked up to see that a gate was opening up to an immaculate estate. She was at first in awe of the beautifully kept lawns and fountains, but tried to reserve herself. After all, this was not what the nuns had taught her. Silent obedience was what she was taught.

The carriage arrived at the front of the great house and stopped. She felt nervous, she wasn’t used to being around aristocrats. She wore a simply black dress that covered every inch of her skin to her throat while her raven hair neatly braided and covered by a simple black bonnet. Her violet eyes looked out warily as the door to the carriage was opened and a footman helped her descend to the ground.

She was exhausted, but she knew well enough that as a woman she was to keep her eyes to the ground. She had gotten herself into various levels of trouble for her headstrong ways. In truth, she felt the nuns were fairly glad to see her leave. She was set on being a proper lady, despite her headstrong spirit, or at least, she would try.

 

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Edward DeOmbre ran his fingers through his ginger hair with a touch of silver at the temples. The master of Grey Friars, he looked at the documents that had informed him that he was now the guardian of one Miss Fae Désirer. Leftenat Charles Désirer had served under him in the 17th Lancers on the Kashmir frontier, the most remarkable think about him was how truly unremarkable and forgettable Désirer was, a shallow insolent pup at best. Oh and that women he had married such a tart. Edward DeOmbre, Col. 17th Lancers, OEB retired shook his head at the memory of her, probably the first wench, the only wench that had spread her legs for Charles Désirer.

What messier off nature could those two have fostered that had to be hidden away in a cloistered convent.


Col. DeOmbre,
I am writing you to inform you of the passing of Leftenat Charles Désirer, and his lady wife. Their daughter Fae has been in our care sense she was 10 years of age. As the girl has no vocation to the cloister life and she is of an age where she can no longer abide with us I am sending her to you her legal guardian.

Mother Veronica
Gray Sister’s cloister, Abbey cross.

The lawns of Grey Friars where more pasture lands than manicured lawns, and were dotted with grazing sheep and huge guard dogs to protect them from both varmints and poachers. The manor itself sat a small rise and at a glance one could see why it was called Grey Friars for it was in essence one of the disbanded monasteries from the reign of Henry the VII That had long sense been turned into the manorial seat of the DeOmbre’s, for Edward DeOmbre was a Baronet and in many ways he was above the law, his will was the law. The house retained its Medieval Charms but with the added refinements of the modern Edwardian world.

The rattle of Fae Désirer’s carriage on the gravel drive had brought footmen to assist the young girl down and to gather her luggage, what little there was of it. Fae was met at the door by the gaunt figure of Jonathan Sims, DeOmbre’s butler and man servant. He towered over the young girl and simply said follow me Miss. He led her down a stone corridor to a heavy oaken door.
” Miss Fae Désirer your Lordship”

DeOmbre was standing with his back to the door back lit in the rooms west window. To the girl he was nothing but a black silhouette. When he turned he saw a most stunning young creature, in the most hideous black dress that could not disguise the gorgeous young body beneath that sea of black crinoline.

“Miss Fae Désirer?.........tell me about yourself young lady!”

His voice carried an unmistakable note of command, a voice of a man use to giving orders and having them obeyed.

 

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As the butler approached Fae became more nervous at his size. She followed him without question through the heavy doors of the manor. Some of it reminded her of the convent in some way, the austere but simple stone work. It was definitely a house that dominated one’s being and reminded them how small they were.

Soon she was lead through another set of doors and her name was announced. She looked up to see her guardian, the person upon whom she depended entirely. He soon spoke in a tone that caused her to jump slightly. She paused for a moment to consider what there was to tell about herself, and there was very little.

“I have been educated at the convent in French and latin and have also learned history as well as literature.” She said softly. Having been in a nunnery, speaking was no common, in truth, it was frowned upon and so she rarely used her voice.

She clasped her hands in front of her and kept her gaze on the ground. She wished she had the means to live a life of her own, but she knew as a woman this was an impossibility.

 

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“I have been educated at the convent in French and Latin and have also learned history as well as literature.”

DeOmbre was only half listening to her gorgeous young ward as she prattled on about what the nuns had taught her. His hands were tented before his face hiding his expression from the girl’s demurely lowered soft violet eyes. His own bold cool grey eyes took in every inch of her supple young body.

“I am sure the good Sisters taught you many things Miss Désirer but a sense of style I see was not one of your lessons.”

Col. Edward DeOmbre rang a little silver bell on his desk, and it had a surprising clear and somewhat loud voice. Moments later a soft knock on the door was heard.

“Enter.”

A very attractive woman in her mid thirties entered her eyes barely downcast at all.

“Yes Sir.”

“Mrs. Wilson this is my ward Miss Fae Désirer.”

A naughty little coquettish grin played at the corners of the woman’s mouth for she knew that in French Désirer meant desirable and from what she could see this raven haired beauty was just that so innocently desirable.

“Do find her something suitable to wear for dinner. I am sure one of my nieces must have left something.”

Nieces was a euphemism for the young beauties he had forced to his bed.

Edward DeOmbre dismissed them with a wave of his hand as if he was dismissing one of his Lancers leaving young Fae in the hands of his housekeeper Mrs. Wilson. She led Fae to a room on the third floor that was lavishly furnished. The adjoin bath had a tube big enough for at least three people.

Dinners at eight and the Master requires formal dress.

Seeing the look of horror in the young beauty’s soft violet eyes the stunning redhead demurely continued

“Shall I bring a dress or two that would be suitable Miss Désirer…………..Shall I draw a bath for you?”

 

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Fae followed the woman without question. She looked around her surroundings as best she could as they walked. She didn’t want to lag behind, many wraps on the knuckles had taught her to keep up with the person leading.

She was soon entering a room that was more luxurious than anything she had seen in some time. Part of her relaxed, happy to no longer be forced to sleep on a tiny cot. She also like the idea of getting out of the suffocating dress that she had on.

“A bath would be lovely, thank you.” She said softly. Fae moved to the window that overlooked the grounds and removed her bonnet. She then loosened her hair until her black silky tresses now hung down past her waist. She had fought them tooth and nail from cutting her hair. It was her vanity and it shimmered in the light against her milky skin.

She soon felt someone tugging at her dress. She turned her head to find Mrs. Wilson undressing her. Fae turned around to allow her better access to remove the god awful weight of the dress. After a few minutes she was free of it’s weight and was soon stepping into the hot tub of water that Mrs. Wilson had drawn for her.

She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. She had had to clean herself with cold water at the convent. She had also been forced to have her lowers shorn of all hair. At times she wondered if the nuns simply just liked seeing her naked. She tried not to think on it overly long.

Before she knew it, Mrs. Wilson was in the tub with her with no clothes on. Fae’s cheeks blushed as the beautiful woman walked towards her with her full breasts barely covered by the lengths of her hair.

“Let me help you.” Mrs. Wilson said softly and began to wash Fae’s hair for her. She supposed it was the most natural thing in the world. She simply had feelings about it that confused her.

She relaxed against Mrs. Wilson’s gentle touch as her hair was washed. After she was done she ordered Fae to stand. Fae, not wanting to cause any trouble, stood as ordered. Mrs. Wilson then ran a bar of soap slowly over Fae’s body. Her hands, now covered in soap moved over Fae’s now slick breasts, causing bubbles to hang delicately from her breasts. Fae blushed even more as she felt Mrs. Wilson’s fingers move lower until they reached her center. Fae nearly jumped a mile as she felt herself being touched by Mrs. Wilson.

“I see you are shorn….very good.” She instructed the young woman. Seeing Fae’s level of discomfort with this she simply smiled a bit and rinsed the beauty off. She then stepped out of the tub and motioned for Fae to join her.

Mrs. Wilson dried Fae off with a towel and then wrapped a silk robe around her. Once her young charge was robed, Mrs. Wilson dried and dressed herself.

“I will be back momentarily with something for you to wear.” She smiled at Fae. My oh my how the master would be pleased with her.

Just as dinner time was arriving, Mrs. Wilson had Fae dressed in a deep amethyst dress with a rather low neckline. A simple gold chain and cross hung about her neck as Mrs. Wilson finished with her hair. Most of her hair was artfully piled atop her head while a few curled tendrils hung down and over her shoulder.

“My you have a lot of hair young Fae. It truly is a wonder.” Fae responded by smiling back at Mrs. Wilson in the mirror.

“Now,” Mrs. Wilson began, “Down to dinner with your guardian.” She said and ushered her through the hallways and stairs until she was at the dining room. Mrs. Wilson exchanged a mischievous look with her employer and then left Fae to fend for herself.

Fae had gone from look like a black frump to the Empress of Russia. Her fine features and unique eyes were all brought out to shine by her dress and hair arrangement. She was nervous and took a deep breath before walking towards the Col.

“Good Evening.” She said as she curtsied before him.

 

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Mrs. Wilson smiled at the shy little blush that kissed young Fae’s flawless cheeks as she slowly undressed her. The way her sweet little mouth had so sensually “O”ed as Grace Wilson came to join her in the Bath. How the young beauty’s gorgeous young body had so innocently responded to Grace’s soapy hands as she explored the young girl’s supple virginal body. My oh my how the master would be pleased with her. She was such an obedient little thing shyly following each of Graces commands.

“I see you are shorn….very good.”

As she spoke Grace Wilson cupped Fae’s little shaven pussy and let her soapy finger run the length of the girl’s virgin folds.

Jonathan Sims watched the seductive little tableau from the hidden viewing chamber that allowed the Master of Grey Friars and his chosen guests the titillation of watching his young innocent guest bath before they were initiated into their duties at Grey Friars, to enjoy perhaps their last moments of blissful innocence or like now the dark seduction of innocence by the very talented Mrs. Grace Wilson. Yet it was not Edward DeOmbre or his guest that watched the seduction of young Fae Désirer. Sims could feel his cock growing harder and he could hardly wait until he could get his hands on this young innocent. Sims licked his lips as Fae stepped from her bath and he licked his lips as he saw Fae’s tight little firm heart shaped ass.
Grace Wilson took her time selecting just the right gown for sweet young Fae Désirer. She smiled the deep amethyst color would bring out Fae’s strikingly beautiful violet eyes. The cut of the gown would Highlight and display her innocent girlish charms to perfection. Grace had selected a corset That would clinch Fae’s trim little waist and the demi cup of the corset would lift her firm little breasts her pale pink nipples bared as if offering them for the pleasure of the viewer. Mrs. Wilson smiled as she knew the girl’s nipples would play a little game of peek a boo depending on she moved. The Master should enjoy that little seductive display. Mrs. Wilson collected the sweet little lamb to lead her to the sacrifice.

“Down to dinner with your guardian.”

“Good Evening.”

Fae curtsied a nervous little twitter in her soft angelic voice. DeOmbre did not rise but remained seated as he let his eyes boldly take in every sensual inch of the young beauty’s supple young body. She was magnificent her figure was possessed of that rare and seductive quality of a young girl with the blossoming beauty of a woman’s body. He had smiled as she curtsied, the innocent young waif unaware that the act had bared her little pink nipples to his view playing a little seductive game of peek-a-boo for his pleasure.

“Be seated Miss Désirer.”

Sims pulled out the chair just to the left Master of Grey Friars For the innocent young Miss. It was the beginning of a five course meal each with its own dark intoxicating wine. Sims made sure that young Miss Désirer’s glass was never empty.

“So Miss Désirer do you believe in a God and a Devil……..of good and Evil…….I am sure the dear Sisters had some views on the matter.”

He seemed to lean forward and listened intently to her answer. As Fae gave her views on the matter of good and evil, the devil and God DeOmbre called for brandy as he waited for just the right moment. Mrs. Wilson had slipped into the room unnoticed.

“Desert Miss Désirer?”

DeOmber boldly placed his hand on Fae’s firm young thigh and gave it a seductive little squeeze.

“ Stand up girl!”

Mrs. Wilson, now stern voice, commanded Fae.

The master wants his desert.

Sims moved to block any chance of escape.

Now shall we get you out of that dress my dear?

An evil grin bowed Grace Wilson’s full ripe lips.

 

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Fae sat at the table and was treated to a sumptuous meal. Considering her previous meals had been lacking, every delightful morsel was delicately tastes and enjoyed by her pale pink mouth.

She also drank the wine which she found sweet and delicious. She wasn’t used to spirits and so they soon went to her head. When she was asked of the beliefs that were supposed to have been beaten into her head, the wine relaxed her brain enough to speak freely.

“I certainly was schooled in the theory that there is a God and a Devil and good and evil….” She paused as she took another sip of wine, “However, I find my faith…in question to say the very least.” She told him as she folded her hands over her lap. She suddenly realized what she had said and thought she would soon be facing a roaring lion.

She jumped as he squeezed her thigh only to be ordered to stand. She jumped to attention like a nervous private and saw that Mrs. Wilson was now with them in the dining room, the butler not far away.

She looked at them both confused. “Out of my dress?” she said as she looked to each of them for an explanation.

“I’m sorry…what does this have to do with dessert?” she asked innocently.

 

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Edward DeOmber was pleasantly surprised how quickly, how automatically young Fae Désirer stood. Apparently the Sisters at Abbey cross had ingrained a habit of obedience in the young girl.

“Out of my dress?”


Fae’s voice was not one so much of shock or even fear but of naïve youthful confusion as strikingly beautiful violet eyes dart uncomprehendingly from Mrs. Wilson, to Sims, and to her guardian Edward DeOmbre. Finally Fae gave voice to her youthful confusion.


“I’m sorry…what does this have to do with dessert?”


”Why my dear you are such a tasty little morsel..”


Grace Wilson cooed as she began to unlace the young innocent’s dress.



I am sure the Master would love to taste you……….to “Enjoy” such sweetness for his desert young lady!


Grace Wilson’s voice took on a sharper tone her eyes a darker sinister look.


“Shall I have Sims assist Mrs. Wilson young Lady?”


Edward DeOmber sensually hissed his tongue moistened his lips, he looked forward to his innocent young Ward’s unveiling. Grace Wilson was an expert in teasing him not only him with her seductive little shows but their sweet innocent victim. He knew it would be a slow, sensual, and seductive. He also knew that nothing in her young life would have prepared Miss Fae Désirer for what was about to be done to her and with her. DeOmbre wonder how Grace would present his desert for his pleasure.

 

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Before everything had really sunk into her brain, Fae felt her cloths being tugged at. Mrs Wilson had her dress unbuttoned and pulled down to her waist before she knew it. Thank fully she still had on a very pretty corset, shift and pantaloons.

“Stop that!” Fae cried out as she pulled away from the maid and looked to her guardian. “Is this why you had me sent to you? So you could have some young girl as your….as your….” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word.

She look to the table to find that it was free of knives and ground her teeth. Mrs. Wilson tried to come at her again and she shoved her off. She was ready to fight whatever came towards her. Whether or not she would win wasn’t the point, she knew that she was out numbered and out muscled, but she had to at least try.

 

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“Stop that!” Fae cried out as she pulled away from the maid and looked to her guardian.

“Is this why you had me sent to you? So you could have some young girl as your….as your….”

Edward DeOmbre loved the little flare of temper of his stunning young ward. This was no meek little lamb, no shrinking violet, no this raven haired beauty had the making of something very special. Mrs. Wilson tried to come at the girl again and she shoved her off. She was ready to fight whatever came towards her. While Fae Désirer attentions were on Grace Wilson Sergeant Major Sims, late of Her Majesty’s 17 Lancers, saw the danger and knew something had to be done, and done quickly. There was a sharp sting to Fae Désirer neck, much like a bee sting, and soon the stunning young raven haired beauty was swooning, her soft eyes fluttering close as her knees grew weak. Sims was there to catch her. The opium had done is work quickly. Grace Wilson was nursing the scratches on her cheeks from Fae’s nails.

“Sims bring our young guest to her room………..Mrs. Wilson tend to your wounds.”

Edward De Ombre followed as his young ward was carried to her room and lad on her bed.

“Shall we unveil her now Sir?”

“Yes Sims God yes.”

Once more DeOmbre moisten his lips as he watched Sims stripped he young beauty and both men gasped at her naked perfection.

“A night gown Mr. Sims.”

The colonel could see the disappointment in Sims’ eyes.

“Later Sims, later.”

De Ombre took a steadying breath.

“Keep our young Miss Désirer doped with the juice of the poppy for the next two days when she awakes it will be from a fever.”

DeOmbre smiled oh how he looked forward to bending her to his will and taking her to his bed.

 

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When Fae awoke, the memories of what had happened at dinner were far away and seemed unreal. She shook them away as nothing but a bad dream. She felt exhausted and her mouth was dry. Before she could say anything, Mrs. Wilson was helping her to drink. Once her head was laid back down she looked to Mrs. Wilson for answers.

“You suddenly took sick with a fever. We were worried about you.” Replied the woman at her bedside. Not knowing any reason why this shouldn’t be the truth, Fae nodded in acceptance.

“Come my dear, let us get you washed.” Fae was helped up and to the large sunken tub where Mrs. Wilson joined her again. This bath felt more business-like than the relaxing bath she had had before. Soon she was washed, dried and in a simple muslin dress. It had a deep neck line and capped sleeves and was made with the warm weather in mind. Her hair was put up and she was then lead down to the drawing room and sat on a settee by the fire. Mrs. Wilson left her there and went to Mr. de Ombre’s study.

“She is up and about sir. I think she remembers very little if anything. I’ve placed her in the drawing room.” Mrs. Wilson explained.

 

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Fae’s eyes fluttered open to be greeted by the hovering image of Mrs. Wilson. Grace could see the confusion in the young girl’s eyes. Before Fae could truly recall the events of the evening before she began to spin in the young girl’s confusion mind the image Grace wanted.

“You suddenly took sick with a fever. We were worried about you.”

Grace Wilson’s voice seemed to be laced with “Motherly” concern. Grace smiled to herself as she saw Fae innocently accept the events of the previous evening as true.

“Come my dear, let us get you washed.”

Grace Wilson once more led Miss Fae Désirer to the luxurious bath. Again Grace joined the young innocent in her bath. Once more the older woman’s hands massaged and caressed the young virgin’s supple young body. Though this bath was more functional, less sensual, it was no less seductive, or erotically stimulating. Grace Wilson was pleased as young virgin’s sweet musky scent of her arousal filled Grace’s nostril. She smiled wickedly to herself as she dried that gorgeous young body, brushed and bound her silken mane up off her slender neck and then helped Fae into a simple muslin dress. Grace had selected the dress’s color to highlight Fae’s pale flawless ivory skin, and its deep neck line that displayed the sensual curves of the young girl’s breasts the ducky pink of her areolas just barely covered.

“She is up and about sir. I think she remembers very little if anything. I’ve placed her in the drawing room.”

Mrs. Wilson explained.

“Miss Désirer………”

Edward DeOmbre greeted his young ward as he entered the drawing room. He took both her hands in his and drew her to her feet.

“………Fae.”

It was the first time he used her Christian name as he spoke her drew her soft supple body to his. His hard firm body, its heat, washing over the young innocent.

“I trust you are feeling better my dear….”

His lips were so close to hers so that each word he spoke sensually brushed young Fae’s moist ripe lips. Her lips so seductively tempting.

The Master of Grey Friars contemplated placing his young ward on a diet laced with opium to reduce her inclinations to resist his and Mrs. Wilson amorous advances.

 

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Fae smiled sweetly at her guardian as he took her hands in his. “I am terribly sorry if I’ve caused any uproar in the household. I certainly did not wish to have any special treatment.” She said, feeling it only right that she should apologize for having to have so much care taking after just having arrived.

She felt her heart flutter a little as he spoke her name, the word washing over his soft lips. There was something magnetic about his gaze that she felt drawn to, so much so that she hadn’t truly noticed when he had pulled her closer.

Her heart thudded against her chest as she felt the heat of his proximity, his lips just a breath away from her own. She studied him for a moment as she seemed lost in the contours of his face. She suddenly realized herself and blushed hotly and pulled away gently and sat on a chair near the fire. She felt flustered and was worried that she had not acted with due propriety.

“I am quite well.” She smiled at him softly, a little breathless. “And you Sir, does the evening find you?” she asked, looking at him only a moment before staring back into the fire. The fire mimicked the feelings she now felt within her, dancing, flickering, without reason.

 

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Fae Désirer stood there just a breath away from her guardian their position not quite that, that would be expected in a proper relationship. Edward DeOmbre could see the innocent confusion in his young wards stunningly beautiful eyes.

“I am terribly sorry if I’ve caused any uproar in the household. I certainly did not wish to have any special treatment.”

Young Fae stood, there the heat of his body washing over her, his scent filling her nostrils, an intoxicating scent that seemed to call to her in some strange and erotic way. Het young heart was fluttering; DeOmbre could see her life force pulsing madly at the hollow of the young girl’s neck as she became lost in the dark depth of his eyes. The young beauty blushed the most delightful shade of pink, her eyes demurely lowered as she stepped back from her guardian, and stumbled into a chair behind her, and Fae’s blush went from crimson to scarlet.

“I am quite well.”

Fae gasped her soft angelic voice barely a self conscious whisper.

“And you Sir does the evening find you?”

Fae Désirer could not meet her guardian’s darkly piercing eyes but rather stared into the fire crackling on the hearth.

“I am doing quite well Fae.”

His voice was dark, deep, and was felt as much as heard. He leaned forward once more and took both her hands in his. His thumb caressed the back of the young girl’s hands as he once more capture her shy gaze in his darkly sensual gaze.

“I think a sherry to help steady your nerves Fae before we go into dinner.”

Edward DeOmbre pour his young ward a sherry laced with opium, just enough of the powerful drug to create a state of euphoria, as state that would dull her sense of propriety. So far Grace Wilson was the only one to have savored the young girl’s naked perfection, a situation that Edward DeOmbre was determined to rectify.

 

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Fae rose gracefully from her seat and took the offered sherry. She had never had spirits before, save the odd glass of bad wine during mass. She sipped the offered drink and took pleasure in it’s sweet taste. She smiled softly and took another sip. She felt it swirl warmly in her stomach and then creep out into the rest of her body.

She felt her muscles relax and suddenly realized how hungry she was. “I am glad you are well. Shall we go into the dining room? I suddenly feel ravenous.” She told him as she finished her sherry and headed in for dinner. She was seated and the soup was served. She took a bit and thanked the gentleman that brought it for her.

“How do you find your soup Lord de Ombre?” she asked, feeling more relaxed than she had been in some time.

 

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Edward watched as his young ward took the offered glass of sherry. The way she brought the crystal goblet to her ruby red lips, the tentative little sips. First one little sip then followed by another as the sensual sweetness of the sherry and the seductive allure of the opium began to take effect.

“I am glad you are well. Shall we go into the dining room? I suddenly feel ravenous.”

Fae angelic voice was a little thick, a touch giddy and her big bright eyes showed the first effects of the drugs.

“Of course my dear.”

Edward DeOmbre took Fae by the arm and led her into dinner. Each course of the innocent young beauty’s meal would be laced subtitled with opium, not enough so that she would pass out but enough to put the young beauty into a trance like state.

“How do you find your soup Lord de Ombre?”

“All most as delicious as your company Fae.”

The night before the lord of the manor had been denied his desert to night he intended to feast on the tasty little morsel that sat beside him. He watched as Sergeant Major Sims cleared the table and slipped back into the shadows. It was then that Grace Wilson was at the charming and innocent Miss Désirer’s side.

My what an evening we have had Miss shall I help you out of your gown now.

There was a deafening silence in the room as they all weighted to see if the drugs had done their seductive work.

 

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Fae felt light and happy. She had thoroughly enjoyed the delicious meal that had been set before. Though she ate like a lady in manner, she ate heartily.

After the last course was delivered she closed her eyes and sighed softly in contentment. She smiled a bit and then looked to Ms. Wilson was soon at her side speaking to her about her dress.

“Of course.” She said as she stood up, giggling a bit as she stumbled. “I think I have had too much wine, how embarrassing.” She told replied to Ms. Wilson in a loud whisper. She stepped out from the table and began to walk towards the exit of the dining room before walking back to her guardian and kissing him on the cheek.

“Please forgive me for over indulging. Ms. Wilson says I must go change out of my dress. I hope you do not thing too ill of me.”

 

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“Of course.”

Came the ravishing young beauty’s giggling response as Fae rose unsteadily to her feet. The ever so attentive Mrs. Wilson at her elbow. Miss Fae Désirer started for the door supported by the devious Mrs. Wilson. Before turning and half stumbling back to her lecherous guardian. Fae sweetly kissed DeOmbre cheek and sensually whispered.

“Please forgive me for over indulging. Ms. Wilson says I must go change out of my dress. I hope you do not thing too ill of me.”

“There is no need for you to go all the way to your room Miss Désirer you may change your dress here after all we are all good friends are we not?”

Edward DeOmbre’s dark seductive voice wrapped around the drug young beauty. It caressed her so sensually, so seductively as he spoke. Then it was Mrs. Wilson’s soft docile tones that came to Fae.

Here Miss Désirer let me help you with your laces. My dear.

Grace Wilson began to hum a soothing lullaby as she loosed Fae laces, positioning her so the Master of Grey Friars could enjoy his young ward’s unveiling. Grace Wilson knew just how to touch, caress you Fae to excite her innocent young body. She had bathed with the young girl twice and knew how responsive her gorgeous young body was. Her Laces undone Grace eased Fae’s gown from her shoulders. Grace’s hot moist breath set the stray wisps of hair dancing at the nape of the young girl’s neck dancing with each breath. Edward DeOmbre was mesmerized as he watched each article of his young ward’s clothing flutter to the floor under the skilled and seductive hands of Mrs. Wilson, until sweet Miss Fae Désirer stood before him in all her youthful naked glory.

”Give me your hand my dear girl so I can help you to bed.”

Sergeant Major Sims had dimed the lights of the dining room so now Fae gorgeous supple body was bathed in a sensual golden hue. Grace Wilson eased the girl back to lay upon the clean white linen table cloth.

“Desert is served me Lord.”

Grace softly cooed as she curtsied to the Master.

 

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Fae felt so relaxed that she couldn’t see any problem with undressing there in the dining room. After all, the very kind DeOmbre was her guardian and only wanted the best for her. Surely it was no different than changing in front of the nuns.

As Ms. Wilson undressed her, Fae’s hips and body began to sway and dance to the soft rhythms of the woman’s voice. Her arms moved over her head as her corset was removed, her body languidly moving in an unintentionally sensual dance. Her body tingled as her muscles seemed to tighten slightly, as if in anticipation, as she was undressed.

Everything seemed soft and romantic and warm as she laid down on the table. Her back arched as she moved into a more comfortable position, pushing her breasts up, her dusty pink nipples peaked. She slowly moved her arms to lay above her head, bending one leg upwards so that the sole of her foot rested on the table.

She was not sure if she were in a dream or not, all she knew is that her skin tingled and that she had a strange stirring in the pit of her stomach. She turned her head to the side, her hair splayed around her and say her guardian there.

“You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” She cooed softly as she smiled and then closed her eyes and stretched luxuriously.

 

[cgraven]

Edward DeOmbre smiled his approval as Grace Wilson unveiled his young wards naked perfection. Unlike the night before Fae Désirer was in a drug induced dream like state. Her supple gorgeous young body began to sway, her hips sensual undulating as the young innocent danced to the soft rhythms of Grace Wilson’s encouraging voice. De Ombre watched with baited breath as his sweet and oh so proper young ward casually reclined of the white linen table cloth, her back seductively arched as she moved into a more comfortable position as if retiring in her own bed. The girl’s firm young breasts pushed up as if in offering to those who gazed upon her naked perfection, her dusty pink nipples peaked. Fae slowly moved her arms above her head, bending one leg upwards so that the sole of her foot rested on the table. She turned her head to the side, her dark raven hair splayed around her angelic face like a dark halo.

“You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
She cooed softly as she smiled and then closed her soft violet eyes and stretched luxuriously.

“And you the most delicious young creature I have ever seen Miss Désirer!”

DeOmbre’s lips brushed Fae’s in a fleeting sensual little kiss that lingered just a moment on her ripe moist lips. Then little fleeting kiss, like the brush of a butterfly’s wing, caressed Fae’s jaw line, floated down the slender column of her neck. The tip of his tongue teased the little hallow where his young ward’s neck and shoulder met, and he could feel her life force now madly rushing just under the surface of Fae’s soft silken skin. Teasing, pleasing little sensual kisses, seductive little lover’s nips, and erotic tonguing floated down over Fae’s chest until DeOmbre captured one of the girl’s taunt pale pink nipples, rolled that sweet bud along the ridged roof of his mouth as he seductively suckled it.

All the while Grace Wilson was whispering, in a softly cooing voice what a good girl Fae was, how pleasing she was , and how wonderful her Guardian was to please her so. Mean while Sergeant Major Sims waited in the shadows until he too could enjoy young Fae Désirer’s sweet girlish charms.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Fae sighed and moaned softly as she floated through what she thought was the most wonderful dream. She had thought her guardian handsome and now, in her delicious "dream", he was touching her in a way that made her feel as if she were floating closer to heaven.

Somewhere she felt encouragements being whispered to her as she felt a painful throbbing between her legs. As De ombre captured her nipples, she found her body jerk in towards him, her hands running through his hair. She laid her leg on it's side unknowingly revealing to her audience the wetness that was now beginning to shimmer on her sweet shorn lips.

Her hands moved to remove De ombre's jacket. Her nipples felt so hard that she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against them.

"When do I get to see you?" She cooed softly, curious if he had chest hair or not.

 

[cgraven]

Edward DeOmbre smiled wickedly as his sweet innocent ward Miss Fae Désirer arched her supple young body to his hungering mouth pressing her taunt little pale pink rosebud nipple to his suckling mouth. Fae’s hands reached for her guardian in her drugged dream like world her delicate hand wantonly clawing at his jacket as she huskily cooed,

"When do I get to see you?"

He saw the smoldering need in the girl’s stunning violet eyes, not quite lust, but something very close to it. His own dark commanding eyes captured her soft innocent eyes.

“Really Miss Désirer?”

His dark gaze seemed to lay her soul bared to him as if he could see Fae’s darkest, most forbidden, and most sinful desires.

“Then you must disrobe me Miss Désirer.”

While DeOmbre mounted the table to tower above his young innocent ward her dark raven hair in wild disarray, a dark halo, framing her angelic face. Grace Wilson helped the naked young beauty to her knees,

Now my sweet girl disrobe your Lord and Master.”

Grace whispered to Fae.

Sergeant Major Sims saw the need in Fae Désirer, the need to be loved, to be cherished, and to be simply held. Oh he had seen it before, the children of the Officers and their ladies. Children that lived a lonely life in the nursery, the 30 minute nightly visit, the Nanny that was as strict and as unbending as any Sergeant Major of the Queen. Then it was off to boarding school far from their parents. Oh yes Miss Fae Désirer was ripe for the picking and he would take his share of her sweet innocent charms, after all the Master was not always to home, and when the Master’s away……….

DeOmbre smiled down into Fae’s smoldering violate eyes. He was now naked to the waist before his young ward, his chest matted with hair, the livid scares of battles fought, and won and some that were lost.

Your Lord and Master’s trousers my sweet girl.

Grace softly cooed encouragement to feed Fae’s natural curiosity, a curiosity that her dream like drugged state had set free without limits.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Fae giggled a little as she stumbled getting to her knees. However, as she looked into DeOmbre’s eyes, she felt something else take over her person, something more serious and dark. Her hands moved over his chest and under his jacket as she slipped it off his shoulders and off his arms. Her hands then moved around his waist, her breasts pushing against his chest as she pulled his shirt out from the back of his trousers, and then away as she pulled it out of the front until his chest laid bare before her.

“Oh.” She said with slightly widening eyes, her fingers splaying over his chest. The warmth of his skin and the feeling of his chest hair under her fingers felt wonderful. Her fingers traced over old scars and something in her stirred, something that couldn’t be understood at the moment, as her mind seemed focused on other things.

Before she could become overwhelmed with this nagging thought, she was told to remove his trousers. She blushed hotly at this, had it not been for the reassuring voice of Miss. Wilson, she might not have been able to continue. After all, it was only a dream, what could really happen?

Fae moved to his trousers and fumbled with them, having never had any experience in putting on nor taking them off. She eventually loosened them and slide her hands down his back, moving his pants over his buttocks, her eyes looking up in a drugged wonder as she felt the muscle under his skin. He moved and was now naked, though she had not the courage to look down, simply watching his face. She had no idea what would happen now.

“I wonder if I should wake up…” she said in a dreamy state.

 

[cgraven]

“Oh.”

Fae dreamily gasped as her soft violate eyes grew so very wide as she ran her hands over his chest. The young girl seemed festinated by each little scare and the texture of his skin and chest under her dainty hands.

Fae fumbled with her Lord and Master’s trousers. Her shy little blush turned Fae’s cheeks the most delightful shade of pink as she willingly follow the sensually cooed instructions of Grace Wilson. Again her hands explored the firm curve of her Guardian’s buttock .

“I wonder if I should wake up…”

Dreamily whispered even as she let her soft eyes demurely lower, her cheeks turning scarlet as she caught a glimpse of DeOmbre’s manhood. It was Grace Wilson that spoke.

Then why not just lay back Miss Désirer and enjoy your delightful dream.”

Grace eased Fae back to lay upon the table the virgin sacrifice ready for the plucking. As Fae reclined DeOmbre’s body followed hers and for the first time in her young life Fae felt naked flesh pressed to her silken skin. A fleeting kiss brushed the girl’s sweetly “O”ed lips, once more floated down the sensual curve of her slender neck, again explored the firm contours of her heaving breasts to teas and suckle her taut rosebud nipples. Yet this time those sensual little kisses, seductive little nips and erotic tonguing floated down across Fae’s quivering abdomen his hot moist breast caressing her silken skin. His tongue reamed her naval with the tip of his tongue, a little lover’s nip in the hollow where her hip and thigh meet. His hot moist breath stirred the stray wisps of the girl’s dark downy fleece and then DeOmbre’s tongue snaked out to taste his young ward’s sweet innocence for the first time.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Fae’s body felt as if it were on fire as she felt Deombre’s lips course over her skin. Each kiss made her skin tingle and the ache between her legs to grow. She could feel a wetness now that she didn’t understand. She was too wrapped up in the pleasure of Deombre’s lips to care about it for more than a moment.

She giggled at first, when his tongue snaked through the soft wet valley if her pussy. However, as he continued, another feeling grew. Her back arched as she moaned throatily, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her hands ran through his hair as he continued, as her body coursed with heat and desire.

She felt herself moving upwards and upwards as instinct caused her to grind herself against his amazing tongue. She started to pull his hair as she gasped, her hips moving further upwards with each moan until she cried out loudly with her first taste of ultimate pleasure.

As she came down from her heady orgasm, she looked at him with heavily lidded eyes and then pulled his face to hers, kissing him with an urgent inexperience. She tasted herself on him and she moaned into his mouth, her tongue happily seeking his mouth for the sweet salty combination of his taste and her juices.

When she pulled away again she leaned back on her hands and pouted slightly.

“I want some more.”