Actions speak louder than words (closed for me and velvetdarkness)

[lord_bob]

OOC:

Name: Lord Charles of Norfolk
Age: 32
Description: Tall, standing 6'0", with a broad muscular physique, and long blonde hair tied in a neat ponytail, with pale blue eyes, that seem alomst white. Sharp features, making him look cold and harsh. He is unwed, and lives alonge in his keep, minus the many servants he has. He is a wise leader, keeping Norfolk powerful and economically stable, though unable to keep relationships for long. He is a fearsome fighter and has won many tournaments.

IC:

The time is 1466 near the end of infamous hundred years war. Charles has returned back from Agencourt. The land has not changed much, but even he can see, as he rides on his horse along the dirty road that things have become slack in his abscence. There is only silence as he rides along, only broken on occassion by the songs of birds. Still in armour, but not wearing his helmet, enjoying the sunlight for the first time in a long time without the worry of attacking frenchmen. He smiled, untucking his long hair from under his armour, letting the long pony tail hang out, ruffling gently in the breeze.

"Home at last"

Evening creeps in slowly, showing the beginnings of autumn, still warm however, only a few leaves have begun to turn brown, summer still victorious. Charles looked out from his table, through the keep window, then turning back to the papers covering his desk. Only at the keep a few hours and already working again, such is the life of a succesful lord thought Charles. A list of numbers suddenly struck his eyes; picking it up and examining it more closely, the income from the blacksons; Jack, the name of the man who rented the land in that area and his wife had recently returened just before Charles, but even before that their income was lower than it should be and often late.

"Hmmm too low, and too late," He mused to himself "something shall have to be done about them..."

The next morning as dawn starts the new day, a horse trots up the long road, illuminating the small rundown farm belong to Jack and his newlywed wife, with some very troubling news about due punishment of not paying taxes....they must be arrested.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

OOC:

Name: Mairwen Blackson
Age: 18
Description: Short, no more than 5 feet tall with a slim, toned, slightly muscular physique from farmwork. Her skin is alabaster pale with a light dusting of freckles from working in the sun, her eyes are large, deep pools of green, framed with lashes incongruously dark against her white skin and her hair is a mass of rebellious dark curls falling halfway down her back, no matter how she tries to bind up her hair, a curl or too always escapes, earning her piercing looks in church.

IC:

Mairwen had been raised happily in the welsh hills of her birth. Her father, widowed when Mairwen was just 13, had elevated her immediately to keeper of his modest household and she had enjoyed an unusual measure of respect and independence for the next four years. The war had claimed his life at the start of her seventeenth year and without warning Mairwen had gone from a competent homemaker to a child again - an inconvenience to her uncle who resented having to feed her and find something to do with her in such troubled times. A distant relative sent word that one Jack Blackson was recently widowed after his wife and child died as she tried to give birth. At 27 he was 10 years her senior and a perfect stranger but arrangements were made and Mairwen was packed up like a breeding cow and dragged to Norfolk to start her life again.

Jack was not an unkind man and after the first shock of the clumsily executed wedding night, Mairwen accepted her lot and tried to make the best of it. Soon after they wed Jack went to war again and the farmhands dwindled along with any profit until Mairwen was doing most of the work herself - desperate not to fail her new husband when he returned and become homeless yet again. A point was reached where she could not live on the money their land made - even alone, much less pay anybody to help her - and she travelled to Jack's mother's home to leave the fields fallow for a season and earn her bread in helping her mother-in-law. The Lord to whom the Blacksons paid tax was away and while Mairwen paid some tax when she could she knew that Lord Charles would return one day and notice. He was said to be a fearsome warrior with a temper to match and while the lands were governed fairly - even generously - it made him self righteous and harder on people who couldn't meet his terms.

Jack returned to discover that his farm had collapsed in a matter of months and for the first time in their marriage he beat Mairwen, blaming her. That the place had been barely managing when he left was irrelevant to Jack. Scarred by war, he felt he had lost everything and gained a foolish child of a wife. Mairwen tried to avoid him and he let her - for a few days. They made ready to go back to Jack's farm and salvage what they could. Mairwen was beside herself with panic, fearing that when he saw all the work she had been simply incapable of left undone he would kill her where she stood. That night he tried to calm her, to apologise and she quieted until he took her to his bed again where she did not resist but lay beneath him in tears, lonelier with her husband than she had ever been in her life.

So they returned home and began working in earnest, Mairwen working as hard as any man. People in the town saw the fading bruises on her face and shook their heads, 'that girl was always too independent, farming alone, headstrong; about time Jack raised his hand to her.'

A week or two later Lord Charles returned and from then it was only a matter of time. On the morning Jack and Mairwen shared breakfast and heard a horse appreaching, they knew. Mairwen smoothed her dress and hair and followed her husband outside to meet their fate.

 

[lord_bob]

The hooves of the messenger's horse clicked on the roads surce, ringing out when one of the shoes struck a stone hidden on the dusty surface. The messenger approached slowly, he was in no rush to have to give these poor people the news that had been given to him. He looked ahead, under heavy hooded eyes at the small farm haloed by the rising sun, the couple were already standing outside, obviously they had heard him approaching. Giving a sigh, gently grudging the world for having put this weight on his shoulders; spurred his horse on faster towards them, may aswell get this over

The horse halted a few feet away from the couple, he glanced over at the wife, a little old, it must have been a desperate marriage; eyeing her he saw the faded bruises on her face, a very desperate marriage...More bad news for her then, such a pity, under the bruises and shabby clothes he saw that this girl was very beautiful, he would glady have rutted wih her given half a chance. Climbing off the horse, he reached into his packs and pulled out a wad of rolled up papers handing them to the man, seeing the sudden frown on his face.

"You have been summoned to the keep of Lord Charles, for tax evasion," He saw the resignation on her face and the sudden anger on his, seeing his eyes flicker to her, his fists bunching, blamed her obviously, "I am to accompany you there myself." Carefully showing off the sword and scabbard on his hip, he didn't want them trying anything stupid or difficult.

By that afternoon the couple trudged along the dirty road, with the messenger riding along just behind them, the keep growing larger minute by minute. Charles stood at the window in one of the towers, looking out over the land, the three figures caught his eye, and he smiled wryly, time for justice to be dispensed. He walked down the stairs to the main keep hall, sitting down in the large ornate chair at the end of the hall, a few minutes later, Jake and Mairwen were led by the messenger, forced to stand at the foot of the step leading to the platform on which the chair sat. He gazed down on them, taking in especially the cowled figure of Mairwen, he raised an eyebrow.

"I trust you know why you are here..."

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Mairwen had never seen a place as grand as Lord Charles' keep. It was evident though, that the place had not been lived in for a while. The furniture and wall hangings were beautiful but had received nothing more than a cursory wipe-over in quite a while. 'Some maid must have hanged for this' Mairwen thought to herself. She knew absolutely that his Lordship was not addressing her with his question and as Jack's spine stiffened in confrontation she took a few steps backwards, trying to distance herself from her idiot husband and his disrespectful conduct. She bowed even lower as though to atone for it.

"I know why I am here." Jack replied. "I have tax owing to you, I know that. My wife has paid what I can afford while I've been away." His tone became more defensive, petulant and his body language aggressive, Mairwen closed her eyes in despair at her husband trying to take on the man who decided whether they starved at home or in prison - as though it mattered.

"I've been fighting for this land just as you have my Lord, you may not have known I was away. I only got back a few weeks ago and am working as hard as I'm able to earn the money I owe my Lord. I need a little more time, that's all. The land we have fallow I can hire for grazing and make money before the harvest that way. I know I'm more than a little behind but I'll repay any kindness you can show me my Lord." Jack was looking Lord Charles in the eye, also highly disrespectful but he had never had a single social grace. 'A mouse might as well stare down an eagle' Mairwen thought bitterly.

As Mairwen was herself staring at the floor, she had no idea what Lord Charles made of this pitiful display, as he paused before replying. She held her breath, and waited.

 

[lord_bob]

Charles listened to the lowly man trying to defend himself and his actions; inside he snarled that this lowly peasant would dare try and stare down the lord of the whole of Norfolk, but his face showed none of his anger, his face was impassive, as though carved out of stone, but his pale blue eyes flared with his inner anger, hard and piercing, he glanced around the courtroom to see more of his well known servants backing to as close to the walls as possible, for they knew their lords silent anger, although they knew better to look at him they had their eyes glued to Jack, as one would watch a person tumbling over a waterfall, slow, but inevitably ending in most horrendous pain. And all of them had seen the marks on the young wifes face, as hard as their lord was, they knew that beating and blaming a defencless woman would not bode well for this man.

When Jack had done defending himself, Charles stood up, waiting a moment before slowly walking down the stairs, standing infront of the lowly man, standing almost a head taller, then suddenly with no warning brought a bunched mail fist into his stomach, there was almost no sound, little more than a soft gasp as Jack had the air forced from him, falling to his knees, coughing violently, the low man looked around, no servant had moved to defend this man from their lord.

"I will have no more of your excuses man," He spoke quietly and sharply "Every other useful man in this county has managed to keep the farms they work on up to scratch, every other useful man has also fought in the war, most of them I have fought proudly alongside." Charlest paused for a moment, walking around the fallen man. "Why should I give you extra leeway or trust? You have already had your trust, I trusted you to live on my land and work,enjoy your life....Not to not pay your taxes and blame your wife for your failure, it is not her name on the deed, it is yours!" This was said with a spit of acid."

Charles then walked back up the stairs, sitting back down on the chair, looking at the wife, her head was bowed low and respectable, her hair feel from under her cowl, shining black in the evening light, her clothes were thing and worn, showing off her curves, he even smiled thinly as he saw the frown on her face, scorning her husband, obviously not the least concerned that her husband had been beaten himself, concerned about her own safety, corncerned that she would be locked up with her husband. But Charles has his own plans and he knew the type of man that this Jack Blackson was, a coward, he knew how to use him

"You shall both be thrown into prison and your farm sold on my behalf" He saw them both freeze with this terrible punishment "...Unless you can give me solid recompansation while you work off the debt on your farm"

 

[VelvetDarkness]

As she watched her husband crumple to the floor, Mairwen inhaled with a gasp. Nobody moved to his aid, though there were others in the room and it was a few moments before Mairwen remembered that going to Jack's aid was supposed to be her responsibility. She looked from Lord Charles to Jack; terrified to move to her husband and risk displeasing the Lord further but equally aware that Jack would probably be angry with her if she stood idly by. Lord Charles had spoken of his disgust at Jack blaming her for his failure and it was this which decided Mairwen, she trusted to the Lord's mercy rather than that of her husband and moved toward him, still bowed.

"Please forgive me, my Lord, I must tend to him." She said, barely audibly, as she scuttled across the floor, trying to keep her hood up and her bruises hidden. She heard nobody reprimand her and took it for consent. Mairwen hated herself for behaving so pitifully, hated Jack all the more for reducing her to this state. She thanked God silently that Lord Charles had chosen to punch Jack in the gut and thus prevent him from speaking further for the moment. He was recovering however, which frightened her all the more.

Mairwen knelt beside Jack, lifted him from the floor and turned his face to her. Lord Charles had moved back to his high seat and she prayed he wouldn't hear her whisper, "My husband, for both our sakes you must be silent. Do not look at the Lord, bow your head and accept his terms, another outburst will see us both killed. Do you wish us both to die? Truly? Please listen to me." She searched his face for a trace of the softness that had been there before he went to war, the regard for her and her welfare; it was all gone. He pushed her away, humiliated at being tended like a babe after a single blow.

"Get away from me you accursed bitch." He hissed. "Haven't you brought me misfortune enough? You know nothing of these matters." Mairwen took the hint and moved backwards, out of reach. She stayed kneeling upon the ground, despairing, as Jack got to his feet. To her utter amazement as she glanced up from beneath her shawl he stood with his head lowered and when he spoke, Jack's tone was respectful, if slightly resentful.

"I am at your mercy my Lord. I will make any reco... erm... compensations that it is possible for me to make."

 

[lord_bob]

Charles stared between the two on the floor as Jack spoke, or since his wife had attended it was more like grovelling, but it was the grovelling of the man who only wanted to save his hide, and had no other choice. He knew why this man did not have work, he was unbearable; Charles doubted if even the knowledge of wages would get him employees. There would always be something, he had no doubt this man would give up everything he had just to save his own life. His eyes moved, once again to the girl, yes, he would glady give away anything to save himself

Charles, cleared his throat soflt, speaking down to the couple "Very well, you will give me compensation, your wife shall stay here and serve as one of my servants while you work back at your farm to pay back your taxes, you will pay four months of taxes within the next 2 months, that is more than enough time to get your expenses in order" He look relieved for just a moment, but Charles halted this by speaking out loud again "However, if you do not pay back these within the time provided you will be arrested, and you alone." Jack gasped at this, obviously thinking that atleast his wife would pay for this along with himself.

Not being able to see the wifes face from where he stood, since she had drawn her hood over her face, withdrawing deeper into the shadows it provided, he knew she wasnt smiling, it didn't seem like she had smiled in a long time, but he thought she was....satisifed. Her husband deserved his fate, but she seemed to have bowed even lower since he had declared that she would have to stay here; Charles wondered what this small woman was thinking, but he knew that she was most definitely scared.

"Now get out of here, return to that woodpil you call a farm. Your wife will report to the maids quarters to be assigned her duties."

 

[VelvetDarkness]

As Jack marched, glowering, from the court Mairwen rose from her kneeling position, stunned. A huge, crushing, hopeless weight that she'd carried since she left Wales had left her along with her husband. He hadn't even looked at her in farewell. She cautiously approached the steps leading to Lord Charles's chair. Again Mairwen knelt and leaned forwards, careful to conceal her marked face and avoid further shaming herself.

"May I address my Lord please?" She asked, hesitantly.

"You may." Came the reply, authoritative but no longer harsh. Mairwen spoke quickly, before her courage failed.

"Thankyou my Lord for your generosity in giving my husband and I this chance. I will work hard for your household my Lord." There was no reply and Mairwen chanced a very brief glance upwards. Lord Charles was waving her away dismissively, he could not reduce himself to addressing peasant women or he would lose the respect of his people, she knew that. It was relief enough for Mairwen that she had not angered him by taking such a liberty before the court but he had shown them a mercy when they both deserved imprisonment under law and Mairwen had no idea why. It was a highly irregular way of settling a simple tax dispute and even some of the servants stared at her as she rose and hurried from the room. Lord Charles' rather bemused secretary directed her to the housekeeper with a hastily scrawled note of explanation.

After only a couple of wrong turns, Mairwen found the housekeeper's quarters and introduced herself, handing over the note. The older woman, Mrs Draper, was incredulous. After comfirming Mairwen's appointment with the secretary herself, Mrs Draper sent Mairwen to room with and assist the scullery maid - by way of the servant's bathing room.

Mairwen had always been a hard worker and settled easily into the scullery maids routine, rarely permitted to venture above stairs. Clean smart clothes, female companions and three meals a day were luxuries she had only dreamed of since her marriage and she blossomed back to health in Lord Charles' household. So much so that when she was sent upstairs one day, in the evening, to replenish the coal in his Lordship's study - too dirty a task for an upper servant - she was sure when she knocked and entered the room at his command, that he had no idea who she actually was.

 

[lord_bob]

Sitting behind his small bare desk, Charles looked out the window at the evening landscape, smiling at the picturesque scene, black outlined red by the setting sun, the sky not tinged with pink, he smiled at the unusual thoughts of poetry when there was a knocking at his chamber door, he turned his head slowly to face the door and leaned back in his chair and spoke clearly.

"Enter" He didn't need to say anything, the door opened quietly and slowly as if the knocker was already trying to apologise for disturbing him. A few moments later the door was half open and in walked the coal maid, he could see that her hair was already black with coal. He turend back to his papers for a moment, reading a few lines, smiling as he thought of how few people could actually read, it seemed so simple, but dismissed it, the thought wouldn't help work along. A sound made him look up again as the maid started to fill the coal scuttle, her hair moving aside as he suddenly recognised her, he smiled, well it had taken a while for her to be sent up here, any longer and he would have had to have sent up for her, which would have been unseemingly*

Her hair was stained with coaldust, but was infact clean and shiny after being washed, raven black and dark, her figure was fuller, healthier after being fed and cared for, but still as eye catching. Her face half turned to face Charles, eyes wide as she saw him looking at her, turning back to look at the coal scuttle. Kneeling on the floor he admired the way her ass looked even rounder, hugged by her long dress. She finished and stood up to leave

"Hold maid," She stopped, but hadn't turned, "You are the wife of the man who wont pay his taxes arent you?"

"Yes my lord" She hadnt said anything in his defence he noticed, never even dared to disagree with him and tell him that her husband would pay his taxes. They both knew he wouldn't; Charles knew that he was going to have to arrest him and sell the man's farm.

"Turn around woman." He snapped, she slowly turned around, head bowed, "What is your name?"

"Maiwen my lord" He stood up and walked over to her, she seemed frozen to the spot with fear most like

"You serve your lord don't you, maiwen?" She only nodded, continuing to walk around her, he admired every curve of her body, submissively bowed. He reached up and brushed her hair from her face and onto her back, caressing her face as he did; she gave a slightly whimper as he did

"This is the safest enviornment you will ever have, you know that dont you?2 She nodded again, catching his meaning she looked down his body, her normally pale face,flushed part with fear, part with hidden arousal.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

"Yes my Lord. I am very safe here and every day I bless your kindness my Lord." Mairwen attempted a curtsey but had never been called upon to execute one before and it was a little awkward looking, making her cheeks flame red.

She instinctively glanced at the partly open door, cursing herself for not shutting it properly. If anyone were to catch her like this, even though Lord Charles was circling her like a starving wolf, she would never be permitted outside of the coalshed as long as she lived. Everything the Lord said was abrupt, almost angry. They both knew how enraged he was at Jack, who would surely go to prison, leaving Mairwen at the keep for some considerable time. She was terrified of Lord Charles, he held her life in his hand and she had no idea what he meant by these questions, what he wanted from her... almost no idea.

She had forgotten how very tall he was, how broad shouldered and well muscled his body was in a simple tunic rather than his heavy court robes. Mairwen had never desired Jack and had never enjoyed sex but sometimes - even with a lover as inconsiderate as he was - there was a slight frission between her thighs, the promise of something more. Even as she formed the thought, she rejected it. Lord Charles was one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, had worked his way through several ladies of high birth and was still courted by many, though he showed as much sign of marrying as the local priest did. If he wanted a woman one would fall into his lap, Mairwen was sure he wasn't the type of man to take a scullery maid to his bed, his eyes were too proud.

Yet the manner of her employment had been so unusual and as he looked at her now, up and down, his expression was so clearly a mixture of arrogant power and naked lust. Mairwen lowered her eyes to the floor, bewildered.

 

[lord_bob]

"I don't think you have fully repaid my kindness, true you are helping as compensation for your husbands inability to pay his taxes, but I could have still thrown you in jail while we waited for him to pay, it may have even worked if he thought that his wife may die if he didn't succeed, but instead I let you stay in a safe healthy ebinvironament of my keep, I think you need to repay my kindess in full." Charles said, still walkin around Maiwen, stopping infront of her, placing his hands on her hips, sliding them under servants blouse and moving his hands up, sliding the blouse over her head. She didn't resist at, but seemed to just obey what was said to her, but her face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion and fear, and even arousal.

Her upper body was perfectly smooth, her long black hair falling in thick tresses around her shoulders, her breasts firm and pert, not overly large, her nipples were hard in the brisk air, Charles had not put on a fire yet. SHe stood timidly, waiting to see what he would say. He moved in closer, rains one hand, cupping her breast, as though testing it for weight, moving one thumb across her nipple, making her moan softly.

"You will keep your moans down Maiwen, I do not want other servants disturbed. Infact...close the door" She turned around to the open door, trying to take hold of her tunic, Charles jerked it out of her reach, throwing it into the corner of his chambers. She grasped his intentions and quickly hurried to the door, peering out for a moment and then closing it as silently as possible.

"Come back here girl." No longer even using her name, showing that she was still only a servant, even at what he was about to make her do. SHe walked over slowly, standing before him, he wrapped one strong around her, pulling her in close, her chest pushing against his tunic, his free hand stroking up her bare ever so lightly that she shivered and across her neck and face, leaning in, staring into her eyes, then kissing her, softly at first, but still firm, kissing her deeper, her lips eventually opening to his on instinct.. His hand moving back down again, pulling at the laces on her skirt, loosening them, sliding them down her slender legs, leaving her naked for Lord Charles.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

As Mairwen allowed herself to be pulled into Lord Charles' embrace the world seemed to fade. She had never been kissed with such genuine passion, it was electric, dangerously seductive. She ceased to care that she was naked in the chamber of the Lord of all Norfolk. His touch was firm but gentle, he waited for her to respond to the kiss and part her lips, which surprised Mairwen as much as everything else. As the Lord pulled her closer she could feel his erection pushing into her stomach and the size of it scared her. Lord Charles broke the kiss and moved away slightly, looking at her body. As he did so, Mairwen's common sense came out of its corner, fighting. She grabbed the skirt that lay at her feet and pulled it up above her breasts, concealing most of her. Desperate, she knelt and spoke quickly with lowered eyes.

"My Lord... I owe you my life and I would happily pay you anything in my possession but I am a married woman and my body was consecrated in marriage to my husband. Also my Lord... you must understand that my appointment here has been much talked of. If I were to become with child my Lord, your features are so striking and I am here estranged from my husband. I would be turned out from here and cast off by my husband and the church. I know that I owe you a great deal my Lord but surely I may as well cast myself from the rooftops as go with you to your bed. Why do you ask this of me my Lord?"

At the last words Mairwen began to cry quietly. She was ashamed, confused and frightened.

 

[lord_bob]

"Turned out?" He said this quietly, then his face became contorted with angeras, He brought his fist down on his des "Turned out?! By whom? I am the lord of Norfolk, no-one has the power in hese lands to turn you out but me, which is much more of a possibility than if you had my child!" Maiwen cowered in his anger, his voice still low, but had the power as if he were shout down the whole keep.

"And the church has no power in my land, I am a lord second only to the entire king of England, the church does not bother me because I keep them in power, as for your husband...he is nothing, do you think your vows mean anything to him, when he is right now probably in bed with the local wench!" She gasped, wide mouthed at this, but then bowed her head, crying again. Charles sighed and reached down pulling Miawen to her feet, wrapping his arms around her, embracing her.

"You are one of my servants and you will do as you are told, you will be kept safe, if anyone talks of you serving me, then they will be dealt with. But you are my maid and you will obey me" She looked up at Charles with wide eyes, stunned, unsure of what to say.

"But if you disobey me, you will be turned out into the cold, or even kept down in some of my worst dungeons." She nodded again, waiting a few moments, holding the dress to her body as if she were still unsure, tears still on her face, but dropping the garment, not in resignation, but in the matter of one who has chosen, completely afraid, but again the tinge was in her cheeks, she knew it was still wrong to do it, but she knew she was safe while she did it and she would be happier than if she was actually with her husband, but still afraid

 

[VelvetDarkness]

"My Lord, I will obey you." The words were barely audible, Mairwen was shaking from head to foot with shock and fear. Lord Charles' embrace was crushing, demonstrating his power. Since she had been in the room his tone and manner had been aggressive and threatening at almost every turn. Now Mairwen was being blackmailed into playing the harlot with him, he may as well have thrown her down and raped her for all the choice she had in the matter. The thought of that made Mairwen panic anew, he was such a powerfully built warrior with an unforgiving temper, she wondered how he was accustomed to using women. Perhaps he was so violent that none would lie with him and he was left to entrap his staff? His expression was still menacing, leaving Mairwen in no doubt that if she did not obey him completely at every turn he would carry through his word and have her cast out or imprisoned. Could her life possibly take yet another downward turn?

She looked up at him, trembling again, observing his face for the first time.

"Please do not hurt me my Lord." Her tears fell still, she could not stop them.

 

[lord_bob]

"I will not hurt you girl, not while you obey what you are told," She nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks, "Now stop crying or I will lose my temper, I thought you were a strong woman, that is why I chose you." She gazed upon charles confused, "I have no place for weak women, if you are such a women, then I shall let you go, out into the cold ofcourse" She trembled agin, trying to quench the tears, when Charles turned to look in her eyes.

"Are you a strong woman?" Staring into her eyes, holding her arm to her sides, firmly, but not hard, just to show that he was in control, but not to hurt her, she nodded timidly, but did not say anything.

"Then lie on my bed girl" He said dismissively, she turned and walked to his bed lying down on the soft mattress, he admired her graceful form, by now totally submissive, her beauty still shining through. Charles smiled to himself knowing that she would do what was ordered of her, even if she was ashamed at first. She was now lai out on the bed, he walked over to join her, slipping off hi slight tunic and undoing his trouser, now naked aswell he slipped onto the bed, kneeling next to her,half leaning over her, lowering his head and kissing her lips, softly, yer firmly, lowering one hand on her neck and then brushing it softly down her body, over her breast momentarily, resting it on her stomach

 

[VelvetDarkness]

Mairwen looked up at Lord Charles and more particularly at his manhood, only the second she had ever seen. She had no idea whether Jack had been unusually small but Lord Charles was certainly a good deal larger and - more importantly - wider. His touch was expert, he had obviously lain with many women. As she responded to his kisses half crazed thoughts buffeted around her head.

Mairwen decided that she may as well enjoy this now that choice had been taken from her. 'Weak women get thrown out in the cold' do they? Well then who would admit to being weak before Lord Charles? She tried to remember the young woman she had been less than two years ago, before her father died, before she had been reduced so low by a bad marriage. She vowed to find that woman again.

She looked up again at Lord Charles as he studied her body, he really seemed to find her attractive and yet he could have almost any woman in the country. Jack had called her toned figure and small breasts 'boyish'. He admitted freely that he preferred his women rounder and softer. Again she threw him out of her head but what other frame of reference did she possess?

Lord Charles chose that moment to rest his weight upon hers, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, hungry, invading. His finger and thumb closed firmly over her nipple and she arched up towards him, kissing him wildly. Mairwen was shocked at herself but at the same time desperately wondered if this time she would enjoy lovemaking. She felt Lord Charles' huge erection against her leg and decided that she would be content to survive it. His caresses were insistent and she melted into them. A low moan escaped her and she gasped, almost trying to retrieve it. Instead of rebuke however, Lord Charles started to touch her more firmly, pulling her into an embrace again. Liberated and aroused, Mairwen continued to moan softly, excited when he groaned in response.

 

[lord_bob]

Chares smiled inwardly as he kissed Maiwen, delighted in how responseful he was, each flick of is tongue was countered by a movement of her own tongue, allowing him to explore her warm mouth; the movements of her tongue were tentative from inexperience, he could tell she was running purely on instinct. Maiwen was opening up slowly, allowing him to guide her, her body becoming warmer as she became more aroused, a soft moan escaping her as he pinched her nipple softly, he glanced at her, smiling inwardly as a look of embarassment flushed in her face, but he simply held her closer, continuing ot massage her nipples between his fingers.

Her skin was so smooth and toned as he moved his hand down from her breast, across her flat stomach, his touches featherlight, just his fingertips touching her skin, making her shiver, her back arching up wheerever he touched her. Charles marvelled at how obedient she was, letting her body answer his questioning fingers. His fingers trailed down her stomach and down one leg, tickling behind the back of her knee, making her shiver again, another soft moan escaping her lips. Moving his hand back up the inside of her leg, feeling the smoothness of her inner thigh, moving further up, cupping her mound, surprised to find it completely smooth, with the occasional healed cut on the lips;obviously cut with a straight razor, he briefly wondered why. Maiwen's body froze for a moment as he cupped her lips witht he palm of his hand.

"You belong to me girl, all of you; you won't deny me anything." He spoke quietly into her ear, after breaking the kiss, she stayed frozen for just a moment longer before relaxing again allowing him to press his palm against her lips, sliding one finger up and down her slit, making her moan again, now opening up, arousal tinging her pale skin again, continuing to run the tip of his finger sup and down her slit, sliding his finger inside her lips, feeling her mound becoming wetter. Charles smiled in satsifcation as Maiwen moaned again, her moans becoming louder.

"Quieten down girl, I dont want other servants to disturb us" Knowing that the stone walls were thick, nobody would hear them, but he was thrilled as she tried to keep her moans under control in order to obey his commands, sliding one finger inside her, making her stifle a cry of pleasure, before adding another, massaging the inside of her lips

 

[VelvetDarkness]

"Quieten down girl, I don't want other servants to disturb us." Mairwen almost laughed aloud at the notion that any servant would dare disturb Lord Charles if they believed him to be abed with a woman. She recognised it as a command for its own sake, testing her compliance and she controlled herself. A flutter of panic rippled through her as she realised that her absence would have been noticed by now, Mrs Draper would think her lost in the upper rooms and would have sent others looking for her.

Lord Charles's touch was gentle and he was exploring her body slowly, almost reverently but every word he said to her was harsh and commanding, putting Mairwen firmly in her place with every syllable. When Jack had belittled and ordered her about, Mairwen had hated it but when Lord Charles spoke thus it excited her, reminded her how truly powerful a man he was.

Mairwen parted her legs for Lord Charles as he stroked her lips, resigning herself to the fact that once this gentle touching was over he was going to impale her on that big penis of his. She wondered how much it would hurt her, whether she would be able to remain quiet. Mairwen made no move to caress him in return, she was too frightened still and it would have felt far too audacious. In truth she wanted to feel his skin beneath her fingers and they were even now taking handfuls of the furs on his bed in frustration.

She noticed that her sex was much wetter than usual and felt slightly embarrassed as the moisture flowed from her into Lord Charles' hand. He did not seem in any way displeased with this however and his touch on her felt very nice indeed. Mairwen nervously wondered when the touching would end, her sex tensing a little in apprehension.

 

[lord_bob]

Charles slid his fingers in and out of her sex, feeling it getting hotter and wetter, the muscles in her lips squeezing at his two fingers, sliding his fingers in deeper until they couldn't get any deeper, rubbing against her g-spot, making her almost cry out, but obediently Maiwen kept quiet, by biting down on her lower lip, letting out only a whimper that sent a thrill through Charles; thrusting his fingers in and out slowly he maneuvred his thumb ntil it rubbed against her clit drawing it out, noting the way the small waoman, gripped even harder at his fur rug. Now teasing at her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, then releasing his thumbs hold, watching her relax for a moment before applying it again, seeing her need to cry out and trying to control her hips from forcing themselves on his fingers.

Smiling thinly, keeping Maiwen on the edge of ultimate pleasure he withdrew his fingers, seeing her whole body deflate, left only with the lingering memory of pleasure, he could see that a pout was forming on her lips, but with a sharp look from his eyes, she stopped obediently, looking down as though ashamed. Instead Charles moved up, placing his fingers near his mouth, sucking on both of them, tasting Maiwen's juices, tasting their flavour, savouring them, then looking back at ther he swa that her eyes were still looking down, he followed her gaze and noticed that she was not looking down ashamed she was staring at his manhood, still hard in waiting.

"You want to touch me girl?" He asked temptingly. She nodded, letting out a small breath.

"Yes my lord...I do." She replied breathlessly, still not moving, staring at it as though it was a living creature that might hurt her.

"The touch it, explore it, soon it will be inside you"

 

[VelvetDarkness]

As she wrapped her fingers around Lord Charles' penis it occured to Mairwen that she had never actually touched Jack this way, he would simply rub her mound a little and then put it inside her. She stared at it, observing the veins snaking along its length, the girth of the bulbous head, the velvet softness of the skin in stark contrast to how erect he was. His voice cut into her reverie.

"It won't bite you girl, stroke it for me. I thought you said you were married." He sneered.

"I thought I was my Lord." She replied unthinkingly. His probing of her sex had emboldened Mairwen a little and after watching him suck her juices from his fingers, so wet with them, as though savouring them, consuming her. She was light headed with lust now, no longer cared what he did to her. She began to move her hand up and down his length, looking up to him for approval, feeling the heat emanating from his manhood as she caressed it.

"Hold it a little tighter. Does it feel good in your hand little wife?" He smiled, still mocking her.

"Yes, my Lord it does." Mairwen said softly.

"Do you want it inside you girl?" Lord Charles asked. Mairwen gasped quietly and her eyes filled up.

"I... don't know... my Lord. I think that it will hurt me... very much." She stammered.

 

[lord_bob]

"It will only hurt if I want it to hurt" Waving his hand dismissvely Charles said, making his penis twitch in her hands, surprising her as she stroked it, her eyes locked on it, as though trying to drink it in, he reached down to hold her chin in his hand to stop her head which was slowly moving in, her lips which had become soft and pouty ready to take it in her mouth, which he did not want or command, not yet at any rate. Instead he made her look back up into his eyes. "Do you want it to hurt?" He asked, grinning, knowing that was exactly what she was afraid of happening

"No my lord I don't" She said quietly

"Then it won't hurt, not for long, you will long for it instead, longing for it always." He said sharply, she didn't know how she would, she still thought it would hurt, trying to imagine how she would even fit it inside her. Lifitng himself up on his elbows Charles moved himself between Maiwen's legs, kneeling on the bed; taking her wrists in only on of his hands, taking them away from his hard cock, pinning htem up above her head, his other free hand resting on her breast, his palm covering her hard nipple.

Slowly he moved his hip until the large head pressed again her lips, teasing it up and down, coating the head in her juices, she whimpered, bracing herself. Then beginning to slide inside her, stretching her lips around the width of his head, she breathed in as the stinging strtuck her, but he eased in slowly, and slowly her muscles fitted around his length, the pleasure swimming through her, the warm after feeling of the stinging. Charles slid in further, taking his time, feeling Maiwen's legs instinctely wrapping themselves around his waist, now trying to pull him in even further. Eventually Charles stopped moving, filling the girl up completely, smiling as she gave another little whimper, this one of pleasure, accustomising to having Charles inside her.

"Now little girl, you won't climax until I allow you to, this is for my pleasure, do you understand?" She nodded, her eyes rolling back slightly as he began to move his hips slowly and smoothly in and out of you, trying to hold in another loud moan ashe sped up his movemnets, moving rhythmically, sliding in and out, feeling her sex becoming even wetter, gripping at his whole length.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The feeling of his whole length inside her was indescribable. Lord Charles thrust slowly at first but still with force. His cold blue gaze was locked on Mairwen, daring her to complain. It did hurt, the Lord was much bigger than her husband had been and although her body was much more ready to accept him, the soreness built alongside the pleasure as he forced himself in and out of her body, stretching her swollen sex.

The pleasure was building though and pinned as she was beneath Lord Charles Mairwen was free to admire him. His long hair was still tied back, only one lock escaping to hang down towards her, impossibly golden, undarkened by the years. His face was a mask of control, impassive, almost bored looking, betrayed only by the triumph in his startlingly blue eyes. She took in his broad shoulders, lightly muscled, sinewy stregth tapering down to a narrow waist. Such pale skin, also tinged golden in the candlelight of the room. He looked to her like the son of a God. She broke his gaze and looked down between them to where their bodies fused, a fresh rush of wetness and heat ran through her and she arched her back involuntarily, the tension in her body gathering. It began to scare her a little, she was losing control in a way she had never experienced before.

 

[lord_bob]

Her body writhed under his touch, as much as she could, pinned under Charles' grip and his thrusting hips, his heavier body, weighing hers into the soft mattress, the warm fur now seeming cold under their hot bodies, slowly moving together with his guidance. Her moans only barely supressed, small sounds escaping from her mouth, whimpers of the mixture of pleasure and pain combined. Her eyes rolling back and then refocusing back on Charles again, looking at his own pale blue eyes, glaring triumphantly with control and lust.

Charles groaned softly as he thrust in an out of the girls sex, feeling the control of being able to move her whole body with just his hips, feeling her tight around him, but still he moved smoothly in and out, slick with her juices. His hips moving faster but steadily now, each thrust long and deep, watching as each thrust sends another wave of pleausre through her lithe figure, sending another moan to her full lips, another maon that she tries to suppress in order to obey his command to keep quiet. Keeping his rhythmn steady Charles let the girls pleasure grow, testing her to make sure she doesn't climax without his command while keeping his own climax just out of reach. His orgasm growing closer with each thrust he moves faster, pushing deep into her womb, leaning down and whispering quietly, audible even above her suppresed moans

"Release your hold little wife." Knowing that with her climax by his order he would gain even more control, knowing this pushing him to the edge of climax himself, so close to erupting isnide her, waiting for her release.

 

[VelvetDarkness]

The sensations were throbbing through Mairwen, overwhelming her, gradually severing her grip on reality, she was terrified and exhilirated, not knowing what to do, how to channel all the energy Lord Charles was slamming into her body. She could not stay silent, soft moans escaped her again and again but he did not seem to mind. He was watching her, Mairwen could see that he knew what was happening to her, revelled in it. She looked up at Lord Charles in utter amazement and he leaned down to growl low into her ear.

"Release your hold little wife." He said. It was really that simple.

At his words, at a particularly hard, deep thrust from Lord Charles Mairwen watched the world slip away as the waves pent up in her body broke. She arched up helplessly, crying out as much in shock and fear as from the sheer euphoric utterness of the feeling ripping through her. Pinned beneath him, she thrashed around futilely, feeling it pulse with every merciless thrust he continued to deliver. Eventually she subsided, speechless and exhausted. Lord Charles was still pounding into her sweat drenched body as though nothing had happened, his expression though was more intense. She gazed up at him in amazement, in awe. Mairwen wanted to laugh out loud, 'so this is what it's supposed to feel like!' she thought.

She lay beneath Lord Charles, hips aching now, as his thrusts slowed and deepened even further, painfully so, heralding his own iminent climax.

 

[lord_bob]

As Charles got closer to his own climax, the feel of Maiwen's sex convulsing around his shaft pushing even closer to the edge, he held on a few a moments, making each thrust slow, yet deliberate, each thrust hard and deep, the control at this point was acute, knowing that the slow thrusts now would make the final climax even better. Looking down at the girl he saw that her chest was heaving with laboured breathing from her recently passed climx, the sight of the drops of sweat on her chest, heightening Charles' pleasure. With one last thrust, he pushed deep into her, eupting in a huge orgasm, sending wave after wave of his hot fresh cum into her. Breathing slowly, his movements slowling until he was now just hovering above Maiwen.

He stayed like this for only a few seconds, but in the afterglow of the pleasure seemed an eternity; basking in it, his eyes had never left Maiwen's making sure she never looked away, then slowly he smiled, a thin smile, but a satisifed one, leaning down and kissing her, pressing his lips firmly against hers, caressing the side of her face with his hand as he did. Eventually he broke the kiss, feeling the slight disappointment in her lips as she did. He simply smiled that smile again, the smile of self-assurance. Slowly he pulled out of her soaking wet mound, now covered in a cocktail of both their juices, feeling the slickness between their hips. Laying down on the bed on his back, his penis still hard, glistening with their juices.

"Clean me up little wife.." She moved to pick up a sheet that was lying at the foot of the bed, but before she could move away, he took hold of her wrist quickly, "...No, you clean me up." She only watched him for a moment, puzzled by what he meant, but thinking he eyes suddenly widened as realisation hit her, she moved back to him, sitting on her knees she knelt between his knees, lowering his head.

"And when you are done little wife, you will get dressed and go back to your duties" Charles said sharply, but the leaned his head back relax, "But I will have use of you again soon, you have pleased your lord well"