Cavaliers and Roundheads

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The year is 1644, just a few weeks before Marston Moor. Sir Desmond Lange is a reluctant Roundhead. The whole English Civil War seems a bit unnecessary, but he had to choose sides, and didn't dare support the idea of an unfettered monarchy, ala France. He leads a small regiment of dragoons, all fiercely loyal to him. Some people on his own side disturb him....particularly the militant Puritans led by Oliver Cromwell and others. His own concerns are primarily political, regarding the rights of the House of Commons. As a baronet, he can't be a member of either house, but he can still vote for Commons. The religious fanaticism of Cromwell's Ironside Cavalry smacks of too much zeal and too little realism. He doesn't want to end the monarchy or the Church of England.....just avoid tyranny and correct royal corruption.

He also has little use for any kind of sanctimonious attitudes about sex and other "frivolous" behavior. Not a dour sort by any means, though certainly a man of faith in his own way. He has two mistresses, one gained since his estrangement from his wife, who has fled to join her Royalist lover, a young peer from Lincolnshire. The civil war has literally divided his family. Despite his own infidelity, he is incensed about the matter, since his wife deserted him and chose her lover and the King's side over him. Not that it surprised him....it was a marriage of convenience from the outset. While no divorce is possible, she probably hoped to see him dead in battle and herself free to wed the young man.

Can use people to play his estranged wife, her lover, and both of his mistresses. All but the last two are of noble birth. The rest is largely up to the other players. Additional players are possible, but not necessary. NPCs can cover much of that background.

 

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I would be willing to play one of the mistresses, if you'll have me that is

 

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I would be willing to play one of the mistresses, if you'll have me that is

Sounds nice....lol.... Bio is largely up to you...of course...

 

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Okay, I'll try to get something up tonight or tomorrow. I know I'd like to have the longer-serving of the two mistresses so I'll reserve that one...

 

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Catherine Rich
Age: 24
Height: 5' 2"
Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Green

Catherine is the youngest child and second daughter of a Kentish farmer. She was a naive girl until her teens, her father hoping to arrange a marriage for someone with some land and a bit of money. Catherine was content with that arrangement until the day Sir Desmond Lange and his entourage passed by, being forced to stay the night when their carriage broke in a thunderstorm. The baronet seduced and bedded her in a night of passion, and the next day she left as his mistress. Over the years, Catherine has lost more and more of her innocence, being introduced to more and more ways to please her lover, but certainly does not feel ashamed of what she does. She enjoys living with him; besides his ministrations, he provides for Catherine better than her family or any husband she would be forced to wed likely would.

Catherine is glad that Sir Desmond's wife has left him, and is still wide-eyed enough to hope that she will become his new bride. Catherine is uncertain how to take his new mistress. She doesn't care much for politics, knowing that no matter who wins women will still have no voice, but does not want the Puritans under Cromwell to come to power. Her three older brothers are enlisted as footsoldiers in the Parliamentary Army of the Eastern Association under the Earl of Manchester.

 

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Okay, I'll try to get something up tonight or tomorrow. I know I'd like to have the longer-serving of the two mistresses so I'll reserve that one...

Works for me.... You're fun to RP with....

 

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Sir Desmond

Sir Desmond was amused with his newer mistress, even enjoyed her companionship a bit....but he had been with her from dawn to breakfast...he was an early riser....rarely one to sleep more than a few hours a night...it was now half past seven....he was ready for his usual fare of hard-boiled eggs and sausages.....and he wanted to make sure that his older mistress, Catherine, didn't feel neglected.....she was unhappy with the civil war business, but it couldn't be avoided... and he knew that she was worried about losing him to his new mistress...not his plan, of course....two mistresses suited him better than one....and with his shrewish wife gone, well, this life wasn't too bad....no reason to let either of his pampered paramours have a motive to forsake him....

"Catherine, have some breakfast and sherry with me. I have to drill and inspect my regiment shortly, for probably half of the day, and then we will have some more time together, I am sure. I don't know about you, but I can use a full stomach. Most likely, the officers and men are doing the same. God, I hate camp life! It's necessary, but this God-forsaken war can't end too soon for me. I just hope that we're not beaten by the King and sent to the Tower. If that happens, take what you can of my wealth and flee to Holland. You've earned it far more than my wife or my new lover. I won't be needing my possessions in the Tower, so close to death.

"All because the King couldn't make a few concessions to the Commons. And those damned peers and the Queen are only encouraging his own worst instincts....for a man who wants to be an absolute sovereign, he has very little spine in dealing with his wife. The only Royalist leader worth a damn was Strafford, and he went to the block already under that bill of attainder. And even he urged the King to be a tyrant. The only damned good this war has me so far is to rid me of that silly wife of mine. I don't mind her peccadilloes, I've had you all along, after all, but she is really foolish to think that deserting me for that Royalist fop will do more than hurt my pride. Half of me is delighted to see her gone. He'll tire of her in time, anyway. He probably cherishes a secret love of boys, the damn fool. I doubt that he'd ever see her as more than a mistress, either. Marry a woman who abandoned her husband for her lover? Hardly! He'd fear the same treatment at her hands.

"So, Catherine, when I'm done with drills and inspection for tomorrow's forced march, how about a dalliance? I love how much you have learned in the past few years, incidentally," Sir Desmond invited Catherine, as he sated his belly with his protein-heavy breakfast.

 

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Catherine was overjoyed to have breakfast with Desmond. He had been spending more and more time with his new toy (she couldn't even concieve of her being in the same league as herself, or even Dessie's wife).

She daintily ate her breakfast, sipping slightly from her glass of sherry. "Camp life does not suit me either," she said, sighing. "It reminds me too much of life on the farm. I much prefer your estate, and the amenities it affords." She sent a sly smile to him, remembering their last night together before they had left on campaign.

She shuddered as he talked of defeat. "Do not say that, Desmond!" she chided. "You know I could not bear to survive with you like that...Do you honestly think you might lose? Perhaps it would be wiser to flee abroad now, while we still can?"

Catherine listened to his ramblings about King Charles in silence, politics not concerning her much. Gossip did, but this was nothing new. She couldn't help but pout when he mentioned his wife.

"If her lover does reject her, do you think she will return to you?" she asked, a bit sadly. She was of course hoping to become Desmond's wife, but did not wish to say anything of the sort. She knew he could be touchy at times on the subject.

"So, Catherine, when I'm done with drills and inspection for tomorrow's forced march, how about a dalliance? I love how much you have learned in the past few years, incidentally."

Catherine blushed at that. She recalled the past few years, since she had joined him, how she had gone from a bumbling, blushing virgin to a skilled lover. "I owe it all to you, Desmond," she said bashfully, her face tilted down just enough so that her large green eyes were peeking up at him through her eyelashes. "I would enjoy that very much," she continued, almost purring. "You've been spending altogether too much time with...her. I've been lonely," she cooed. "I've even had to resort to the ivory phallus..."

Catherine smirked, knowing that he would enjoy listening to her describing how she had shamefully pleasured herself with the approximation of a male member.

 

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Sir Desmond

Catherine was overjoyed to have breakfast with Desmond. He had been spending more and more time with his new toy (she couldn't even concieve of her being in the same league as herself, or even Dessie's wife).

She daintily ate her breakfast, sipping slightly from her glass of sherry. "Camp life does not suit me either," she said, sighing. "It reminds me too much of life on the farm. I much prefer your estate, and the amenities it affords." She sent a sly smile to him, remembering their last night together before they had left on campaign.

She shuddered as he talked of defeat. "Do not say that, Desmond!" she chided. "You know I could not bear to survive with you like that...Do you honestly think you might lose? Perhaps it would be wiser to flee abroad now, while we still can?"

Catherine listened to his ramblings about King Charles in silence, politics not concerning her much. Gossip did, but this was nothing new. She couldn't help but pout when he mentioned his wife.

"If her lover does reject her, do you think she will return to you?" she asked, a bit sadly. She was of course hoping to become Desmond's wife, but did not wish to say anything of the sort. She knew he could be touchy at times on the subject.

"So, Catherine, when I'm done with drills and inspection for tomorrow's forced march, how about a dalliance? I love how much you have learned in the past few years, incidentally."

Catherine blushed at that. She recalled the past few years, since she had joined him, how she had gone from a bumbling, blushing virgin to a skilled lover. "I owe it all to you, Desmond," she said bashfully, her face tilted down just enough so that her large green eyes were peeking up at him through her eyelashes. "I would enjoy that very much," she continued, almost purring. "You've been spending altogether too much time with...her. I've been lonely," she cooed. "I've even had to resort to the ivory phallus..."

Catherine smirked, knowing that he would enjoy listening to her describing how she had shamefully pleasured herself with the approximation of a male member.

"Oh, my dear girl! I've been like a boy with a new toy, I fear. Obsessed and fascinated with it for a while, and then ready to moderate my attention to it. My apologies, my sweet Catherine, if I've neglected you. That wasn't my intent. Time for balance, I should think. And I know that you're grateful, my love. And that you've found a good use for that ivory item that I bought you. I don't intend to neglect either of my mistresses, especially now that my wife is no longer an issue. I very much doubt that she'll return. She prefers the company of a younger man, it seems. A young, dashing, Cavalier lord.

"Speaking of the Cavaliers, I have reason to hope for victory over them, though one must leave one's options free. That idea of fleeing might best tabled for the future, in case Cromwell and his ilk should cause us some trouble. I wouldn't put it past him. I doubt that I'd prosper under a Puritan regime. And that goes even more so for the mistresses of a moderate Parliamentary officer.

"Well, enough of that. Shall we breakfast?" Sir Desmond replied with a grin.

"And I can't blame you for disliking this life. I shan't miss it when it ends," he added with a kiss.

 

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Catherine eagerly returned the kiss.

"Sausages are nice and well for breakfast," she whispered into her lover's ear, "but I'd much rather partake of a different meat. Especially after so long starving." She licked his earlobe before pulling aay, still smiling bashfully at him, hoping that would get him through the troop training, reminding him what he had waiting for him when he returned.

And because she just couldn't contain herself, she had to ask: "And...if your wife really is gone for good...Perhaps...You'd consider my...request?" she asked, this time shy for real, looking down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes.

 

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Sir Desmond Lange

Catherine eagerly returned the kiss.

"Sausages are nice and well for breakfast," she whispered into her lover's ear, "but I'd much rather partake of a different meat. Especially after so long starving." She licked his earlobe before pulling aay, still smiling bashfully at him, hoping that would get him through the troop training, reminding him what he had waiting for him when he returned.

And because she just couldn't contain herself, she had to ask: "And...if your wife really is gone for good...Perhaps...You'd consider my...request?" she asked, this time shy for real, looking down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes.

"Well, I'd need her death or an annullment, but the thought had occurred to me. You've certainly earned it, and one of my reasons for taking the other woman, aside from my lecherous nature itself, was that when a man marries his mistress, it leaves a position open. I'm thinking ahead here. If I'm in favor after the war, I can get an annullment from Parliament. If I'm not in favor, and have to go into exile, my wife will seek and acquire one herself. You know as well as I do that divorce isn't permitted by the Church of England. Mind you, I'm thinking not Holland now, but Virginia, if we have to flee Cromwell. If we have to escape the King, Holland's still better. I can't stomach the thought of New England. I'm leaving my options open here, my love.

"But, in any case, I am most willing to cut the number of my mistresses down from two to one by marrying the more deserving of you ladies. I'm assuming here that my other mistress will stay loyal as well. Now, about the other meat, I assure you that your hunger will be sated after I've drilled these fine young men. Thankfully, they are dragoons, so the march and preparation is a more efficient thing. A shorter march, on horseback, with no pikes or heavy artillery, with my troops armed with sabers and muskets...well, it will be quicker, so we'll have more time together today," Sir Desmond smiled at his more senior mistress.

 

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"Really?" she exclaimed, looking up from her feet with happiness in her eyes. She practically jumped into his arms, planting a long kiss on his mouth.

"You've made me so happy," she breathed, not minding that his words had been laced with conditioners. "And Virginia, Holland, Persia, Cathay, it doesn't matter where we head off to, as long as we're together."

She sat back down in her chair, coyly tracing the contours of her bosoms. "I look forward to seeing you after practice then, my dear," she said. "Do hurry...I fear I may descend further into sinful acts if you don't..." She began to lift up her dress, a small hand working beneath to rub her still-clothed privies.

 

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Sir Desmond Lange

"Really?" she exclaimed, looking up from her feet with happiness in her eyes. She practically jumped into his arms, planting a long kiss on his mouth.

"You've made me so happy," she breathed, not minding that his words had been laced with conditioners. "And Virginia, Holland, Persia, Cathay, it doesn't matter where we head off to, as long as we're together."

She sat back down in her chair, coyly tracing the contours of her bosoms. "I look forward to seeing you after practice then, my dear," she said. "Do hurry...I fear I may descend further into sinful acts if you don't..." She began to lift up her dress, a small hand working beneath to rub her still-clothed privies.

Smiling at Catherine's seductive movements, Sir Desmond told her,"I'm holding you to that, my love. All of it. Though I imagine Virginia or Holland are still more likely. And don't wear yourself out too much with that ivory phallus. I want you as eager as me when I'm done. You won't starve for my 'sausage' much longer. As soon as my patriotic duty is covered, I'll be back in your arms."

 

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Catherine giggled, her hand leaving her dress and she stood up. "I see my allure is proving too strong for you to resist," she said teasingly, in a way that most would consider too bold, even for a wife to address her husband. "If any work is to be done today, I see I shall have to secrete myself away. I'll be waiting for you," she said, giving her lover another kiss before hurrying away to their residence.

Once there, Catherine hurriedly shed her clothing; even though it was on the verge of being scandalous, only slightly above what a whore might wear - Sir Desmond was a baronet, after all, and a certain decorum needed to be maintained - Catherine found it stifling, and she breathed a sigh of happiness when finally she was nude again. Snuggling under the covers of the small, unluxurious bed they shared, she pulled the ivory phallus from its hiding place and began rubbing it over her privies, eyes closed and imagining it was her lover.

 

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Sir Desmond

Catherine giggled, her hand leaving her dress and she stood up. "I see my allure is proving too strong for you to resist," she said teasingly, in a way that most would consider too bold, even for a wife to address her husband. "If any work is to be done today, I see I shall have to secrete myself away. I'll be waiting for you," she said, giving her lover another kiss before hurrying away to their residence.

Once there, Catherine hurriedly shed her clothing; even though it was on the verge of being scandalous, only slightly above what a whore might wear - Sir Desmond was a baronet, after all, and a certain decorum needed to be maintained - Catherine found it stifling, and she breathed a sigh of happiness when finally she was nude again. Snuggling under the covers of the small, unluxurious bed they shared, she pulled the ivory phallus from its hiding place and began rubbing it over her privies, eyes closed and imagining it was her lover.

Drilling and inspecting his dragoons was an ordeal, but necessary. It wasn't his first war, but he was getting tired of the whole damned business already. He wanted this war to end soon.....though, of course, with the right outcome. He fought well, was a good soldier....but like many soldiers, he preferred peace...that set him apart from a true warrior. He liked his estates and his mistresses....especially the one who had been dear and loyal to him...Catherine....so precious to him....so eager to learn...

.....when the inspection and drilling ended, Sir Desmond rode back to his HQ, a small cottage that he shared with Catherine and his other mistress, right next to the camp itself....

....seeing Catherine in their bed....naked....with the ivory phallus....

He smiled....."You haven't worn yourself out too much, I hope."

 

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At this point, Catherine had climaxed several times, each interval spaced carefully to give her plenty of time of relaxing in between, which she spent idly playing with her rosy nipples or daydreaming about marriage to Desmond. She had thought that marriage to a man such as he would provide everlasting safety and sustainence to her, something that she valued greatly from her low-class upbringing, but in these uncertain times, nothing could be said for sure. Still, she would enjoy him claiming her as his own, being seen with him in public, bearing his children...

As he walked in, she had just began another session of toying with herself with the phallus. She smiled lewdly at him. "Not at all, my lord," she said, putting it down and getting onto her knees, outlining her body for him. "I am merely ripened for the plucking."

 

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Sir Desmond

At this point, Catherine had climaxed several times, each interval spaced carefully to give her plenty of time of relaxing in between, which she spent idly playing with her rosy nipples or daydreaming about marriage to Desmond. She had thought that marriage to a man such as he would provide everlasting safety and sustainence to her, something that she valued greatly from her low-class upbringing, but in these uncertain times, nothing could be said for sure. Still, she would enjoy him claiming her as his own, being seen with him in public, bearing his children...

As he walked in, she had just began another session of toying with herself with the phallus. She smiled lewdly at him. "Not at all, my lord," she said, putting it down and getting onto her knees, outlining her body for him. "I am merely ripened for the plucking."

"That's good, because I am in just the right mood to pluck such a ripe and succulent fruit," Sir Desmond smiled at her and undressed to join her.

 

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The girl drank in the sight of him disrobing hungrily, like someone who had been without water for too long being given a vat of wine. Catherine moaned as their mouths met, latching on to each other as hands began exploring the opposite's body. She brought his hands up to cup a full breast each, and she shuddered.

"Oh, Desmond..." she moaned.

 

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Sir Desmond

The girl drank in the sight of him disrobing hungrily, like someone who had been without water for too long being given a vat of wine. Catherine moaned as their mouths met, latching on to each other as hands began exploring the opposite's body. She brought his hands up to cup a full breast each, and she shuddered.

"Oh, Desmond..." she moaned.

He began fingering her first...to make her wetter...so she'd be eager to take him inside her cunny...

..."Yes, my lovely Cat, I'm right here, where you need me," Sir Desmond told her....kissing her mouth and slipping her some tongue in that naughty French fashion despised by Puritans...

 

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Catherine's hips bucked as she was impaled with his finger, her muscles contracting around it. She was about to complain about that being all he wanted to put inside her when their mouths connected again, and his tongue slipped inside. She had to giggle, remembering the first time he had taught her to kiss that way, and began sucking on the tongue inside her mouth, an indication of what she wished to do later.

 

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Sir Desmond

Catherine's hips bucked as she was impaled with his finger, her muscles contracting around it. She was about to complain about that being all he wanted to put inside her when their mouths connected again, and his tongue slipped inside. She had to giggle, remembering the first time he had taught her to kiss that way, and began sucking on the tongue inside her mouth, an indication of what she wished to do later.

When he thought her ready enough, Sir Desmond, sensing her hunger for him....entered his mistress's cunny...began thrusting in and out of her...without ever stopping his kiss...full-on...French..."decadent" kiss....right in the midst of coupling....

 

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Bio-
Magan Johnson. 19 year old widow. Blond with red hilights half way between her shoulders and her waist, stands 5ft 4 slim with b cup.

History-

Her husband had been one of Sir Desmond's soldiers. She had been in shock at the news of his deth and Sir Desmond had taken her to bed that very evening he told her about the death. She was over came by by the passion and in fact had her first orgasm that night. By the time Sir Desmond left she had many more orgasms and when he was dressing to leave she had told him that her body was his and he had taken her up on her offer.

(ooc-if this makes your char seam too evil I can edit it)

 

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Bio-
Magan Johnson. 19 year old widow. Blond with red hilights half way between her shoulders and her waist, stands 5ft 4 slim with b cup.

History-

Her husband had been one of Sir Desmond's soldiers. She had been in shock at the news of his deth and Sir Desmond had taken her to bed that very evening he told her about the death. She was over came by by the passion and in fact had her first orgasm that night. By the time Sir Desmond left she had many more orgasms and when he was dressing to leave she had told him that her body was his and he had taken her up on her offer.

(ooc-if this makes your char seam too evil I can edit it)

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Not an issue. We can just say that he has an eye for the ladies and a soft spot for widows......

 

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When he thought her ready enough, Sir Desmond, sensing her hunger for him....entered his mistress's cunny...began thrusting in and out of her...without ever stopping his kiss...full-on...French..."decadent" kiss....right in the midst of coupling....

Catherine moaned into her lover's mouth, continuing to greedily suck on his tongue, her hips thrusting back against his own. She recalled their first lovemaking session and how he had hurt her, and could only offer a throaty low chuckle, masked by his possessive mouth.

 

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Sir Desmond Lange

Catherine moaned into her lover's mouth, continuing to greedily suck on his tongue, her hips thrusting back against his own. She recalled their first lovemaking session and how he had hurt her, and could only offer a throaty low chuckle, masked by his possessive mouth.

Pushing back into Catherine, meeting her movements, Sir Desmond recalled how hesitant and fearful she had been at first, despite her eagerness for it....she had been a virgin, and naturally, the first time did hurt a bit....he was glad that she seemed well past that stage....the knowledge that she seemed to just enjoy herself these days, without inhibitions, was an improvement....not that she was a bad lover, even at her worst...her skills just need practise, which he had gladly given her.....now, however, she was much better....a better lover than his wife had been, that was sure...not as inhibited...he was still angry that his wife had proven more enthusiatic about her paramour than about him, despite his own peccadilloes....it was her coldness toward him and her warmth toward her lover....the contrast that angered him...

.....well, Catherine had long since made him happier....so he decided to focus on that and not worry about his bitterness...sooner or later, he'd be free to wed Catherine...then he'd have a great wife and a lovely mistress...an better situation than the one ante-bellum.

Feeling Catherine's soft, warm, wet cunny around him, Sir Desmond wanted to encourage her, so he pointedly told her between kisses...."You've become quite the lover, my sweet Cat."