Last Wine at Malmaison

[ariosto]

This little tale of amour takes place in the last days of freedom that Napoleon would ever know.
The players are the Emperor and the Countess. If it seems more players are needed they may be added later. Ariosto will play the former Emperor of the French and The Countess by the lovely Honey-B.


In the short time left to him after the defeat at Waterloo, Napoleon for the sake of France abdicated from his imperial throne and offered his services as a simple General to the new government. They were in haste to treat with the advancing allied armies and ignored his gesture. Now knowing that there would be no place in the New France for him he determines on exile to America as a last refuge.
But there are plans to make and people to say farewell to. He decides to go to Malmaison ,back to the rose gardens of the beautiful little palace he had given Josephine.
Josephine. How long she was the passion of this most passionate man and to the end his trusted friend and confidant. Josephine, dead while he is banished to the isle of Elba.
Perhaps he comes here to her home and the place she died to finally say goodbye.
He knows her daughter Hortense will be waiting there and a pang of guilt lances his heart.. ..
Others he will summon; his brothers Lucien and Joseph, his sister Pauline, his mother Letezia. Davout and Caulaincourt will accompany him. But he needs something else, he needs someone else. He needs the warm touch of a woman's hands, he cannot live without this. His wife the Austrian princess he knows he will never see again.
There is someone living close by , just outside of Paris. One who waited for him through many long years. One whom he knows will come to him at Malmaison.




IC:

"Caulaincout, a pen please!...one more letter."

The suite is in an uproar as valets haul out chests of clothes, reams of documents, curio's and souvenirs from Egypt, Spain, Russia. The Emperor is moving. Moving for the last time. The decision made this morning, departure at noon, Malmaison by nightfall. They are used to haste in him. It is his way. These are the loyal ones that chose to stay until the end.

He has lost weight these last two weeks, his figure is almost lean again as he throws himself into the chair and bends over the writing desk...

"Maria,
By now you know that the worst has happned. I will not go into details. My decision has been made and I will leave France. I have been betrayed on every hand by those I trusted but in you I find a pure lamp of warmth and loyalty amidst the darkness. When I think of leaving here I realise that it is you I will miss more than anyone or anything. I must see you. I must see Alexandre before I am gone. Please hasten to me at
Malmaison. There is much I must tell you. I look at your face in the locket you gave me so long ago as I write these swift words. It is a face that melts my heart even at this moment of icey decision. Your beauty has carried me through many a lonely night, I think back often to the ball in Warsaw when we first met, I...."

Davout seeks to interupt, to tell him that all is ready, they must go.
Caulaincourt stops him.
"No, let him be. He writes to Walewska. He needs her now.

 

[Honey_B]

In a petite chateau a day's ride from Paris, sits a woman of extraordinary beauty and sadness. Her name is Maria Walewska, Countess Walewska. Her six year old son, Alexandre, calls her "Maman" as he runs into the room where she is sitting at her escritoire. She quickly dabs her moist blue eyes and turns to smile at her son. Her trembling fingers refold the letter she has been reading, trying not to smear the precious words, damp with her tears.

"Mon petite chou, we are going to see your father."

"Pappa?" Alexandre questions with his eyes and a small voice.

"Yes, Alexandre, your father. Those stories I have told you every night as you go to sleep, the adventure stories of the great general, Napoleon Bonaparte, they are the stories of your father. Do not look frightened, Alex. He longs to see you, he loves you so. You are a Bonaparte, and that means everything to your father," she says as she gathers her son into an embrace.

Maria gives Alexandre a kiss on the top of his head and turns him around. "We will leave tomorrow and I have much to do. Go and find your nurse, Alex. It is time for your dinner. I will come to the nursery to tuck you in." The child tears off with the energy of a little dynamo. "So like his father," she says aloud.

Brave words for her son but she is terribly fearful, so afraid for the only man she has ever loved. "How can I be strong for him? How can I bring him happiness when my heart cries for the torments in his life?" she muses, holding back the tears with an iron grip. The countess stands and sweeps from the room, her mind shifting to the myriad tasks at hand.

 

[ariosto]

Warsaw, Christmas 1806

All of Warsaw had put on it's finery for Christmas Eve, 1806. The French armies had come as liberators and Napoleon was their God. The cold and snowy air was full of whispers and rumours lay at every turn. There would be a new Poland! The Empereur would return the country to the map of Europe once again.
From the lowliest private to loftiest Marshal, the French army was being offered the hospitality of a greatful people. Parties and celebrations seemed to light up the dark streets wherever one turned.

Every one was exuberant, every one was happy...except,

"What do you mean she will not come!"
Napoleon was livid. He stormed across his bedroom and threw open the wide windows oblivious to the blast of frigid air that made everyone else shiver.

"She's young sire, a maid of high family in Warsaw, they fear for her reputation. They..."

"Bah! I've given them their City, now they want from me a country and all I ask is to relax in the company of a foolish young girl."

"Yes general, precisely, a foolish young girl. Poland is known for it's beautiful women, I
can go downstairs to the ball and bring back the Countess Rydjeski say or..."

"Non! You will go down and bring me back the Countess Maria Walewska. Do not return without her!"

Culaincourt knew when he had lost a battle and bowed out of the room.

The Emperor stood in front of the hearth fire warming his hands. All he had thought about in the three hours since she bowed so demurely before him, introduced by her aged Father, was Maria Lacynska Walewska.

The girl was unbelievably beautiful. In fact he had never seen another woman, young or old, more striking. Her image stuck in his mind like glue. Cerulean eyes, rich sculptured lips, hair of a lustrous almost ebony darkness. Her waist narrow, her bosom...Mon Dieu! her bosom!
In the high waisted fashion of the time they looked like perfect globes of round fruit waiting to be picked.

Napoleon had been without a woman long past his usual limit. He wanted Walewska and he wanted her tonight...

 

[Honey_B]

1806 continued...

The infernal man would not let her alone! His toady tapped the Countess on the shoulder once again. Maria turned patient eyes to the ever persistent Monsieur Caulaincout. The fact that she was being summoned by an emperor did not phase this extrordinary young woman.

The diaphanous material of her dress swirled around her legs before falling still. She had dressed so very carefully for this evening, fleeing the stodgy confines of her married life for this sparkling Christmas Ball. Her dress would not have been approved by her much older husband. She had had little to worry, however. Count Athenasius Walewska had begun to retire to his bed earlier and earlier, leaving his much younger wife to amuse herself.

Her dress had been created by the most sought after seamstress in Poland. Maria had charmed her into making the gown and the extraordinary creation made her stand out as a swan amidst geese. It looked like she wore a dress of the purest white until she moved and the dress caught the light. The almost sheer material glided over a silvery underskirt. The movement caused tiny snowflakes which had been cut into the material to came alive as the silver shimmed through the white. She brought the beauty of fresh snow to the vapid silks and heavy brocades of the other guests.

The last thing Maria wished to do was upset the ball to which she had been invited. It was for this reason that she said, "All right, I will do as I am told." Her manner was calm, appearing unperturbed by the intrusion. It was not in her nature to cause a scene. Even so, she had wished she had been less polite during her last meeting with the Emperor. She had accepted a bouquet of flowers from him, white roses. She still had one pressed in a book of poems. Now she felt sure she had made a mistake in accepting the token when the Emporer had said, "Keep it as a pledge of my good intentions. I hope that we shall see each other in Warsaw and that I shall receive a thank-you from your beautiful mouth." She had taken the overt reference as an innocent tease. Appearantly she should have thought differently.

She followed Caulaincout out of the grand ballroom and down the long formal hallway. He stopped at a doorway, heavy with gilt detail He opened the door, holding it open for the countess to enter. Maria swept into the room, snowflakes flying. Her impeccable manner of breeding caused her to drop into a graceful curtsy.

 

[ariosto]

Did you keep my flowers...

If we could only see them as they were then.
The Empereur standing by the open window and the Countess in a deep curtsie by the door. Between them the fireplace glows and crackles, outside the church bells are tolling. It's two hours before midnight.

She rises, shimmering like a snow maiden and Napoléon crosses the room to take her hand, bending over it, a hand of porcelain, a kiss.

"They said I should come to you, your Majesty."

By her tone it was clear she would rather be elsewhere. He colored slightly.

"Your gown would be the talk of Paris my dear. It is quite magical..."

"Perhaps your wife the Empress, would like to meet my seamstress when she arrives."

Napoleon crossed his arms over his chest and laughed.
"You are a saucy thing Maria Walewska. Have you kept my flowers."

"I am not a 'thing' your Majesty. I am a woman and the wife of Count..."

He turned to the fire, away from her sharp tongue.
"I know who you're married to Countess.
A man old enough to be your grandfather."

"And you are old enough to be Father!"

He spun around, angry this time.
"Did you keep my flowers!"

"Non! Je les ai jetés!"

The evening was not starting out to well.

 

[Honey_B]

The ice queen melts...

His flashing dark eyes caused Maria to drop her gaze. She was not afraid, not exactly, but the Empereur's intensity unnerved her.

Maria Welewska was an unusual woman quite unpopular with the society ladies of Warsaw. It was not for a title that she had married a man of the Count's age. She had done so to avoid becoming the plaything of a man. Since her débute into society at sixteen, she had loathed being bandied about by the young chevaliers of society, having to fill her dancecard with men who looked at her like she was a desirable toy.

All she had ever wanted to do was make a difference, to give her life some sense of meaning
beyond the trivialities open to a woman. Strangely this infuriating man had given her the opportunity to do something for her country. The memory of her boldness still made her smile. She had disguised herself as a peasant girl and stopped the Empereur's carriage. She had begged for peace and liberty for Poland. He had of course dismissed her, but later that night, when her father introduced her as his beautiful young daughter, Napoléon had listened.

Her face softened and her civility returned. She had a duty to her country.

"Non, ce n'est vrai pas, mon Empereur. I have kept one," Maria smiled, as she walks over to the fire warming her small chilled hands. "It lies pressed in a book of Labid," she adds speaking into the fire.

 

[ariosto]

The Empereur's anger melted quickly as it always did when a pretty girl smiled at him. As Maria was doing now.

"Please sit down."
He indicated a gracefully curving neo-classical
love seat which faced the fire. Other than some frightful looking straight backed chairs tucked into the frozen corners of the room it was the only place to sit and she did so with a sigh.

"What would you like Countess? Wine, a brandy perhaps?"
Napoleon stood looking at the girls magnificent profile from the table that had been prepared for him.

"Brandy, please Sire."
She said staring into the flames.

"I am not your Sire. You are not a French citizen." He handed her a glass.
"I prefer you to call me Napoléon, Maria Walewska.
It's much less awkward."

He sat beside her, his leg brushing hers beneath the shimmering gown,

"To Poland!"
He raised the glass.
"To Poland"...For which no scrifice will be to great...

Maria drank hers with one swallow.
"Another...Napoleon, s'il vous plait."

"Why of course my dear, I'll bring the bottle."
He rose and returned to the table.

"So you saved a little flower did you?"

 

[Honey_B]

Maria looked deeply into the amber liquid, swirling it to warm the precious essence with the heat of her hand. She sipped and the liquid fire warmed her mouth, her throat.

"Yes, the most perfect bud pressed into a book of poetry by Labid." The poetry of Labid was the touchstone of Napoleon Bonaparte just as Homer had been for Alexander the Great. Maria did not know why she had hoped to impress the great man by reading his favorite poet, but there it was. She had said it.

Maria tilted back her head and drained the glass.

Directness had gotten her much from this man in the past. She would be direct now, "I know why you sent for me. I must repay the kindness you have done for my country. Sacrifice, indeed! Yes, I would do anything for my beloved Polska. All that I ask is that you be quick about it. I have a party to return to."

She slammed the crystal down, harder than she intended. It shattered upon impact with the table. A shard cut into her palm, not deeply, but blood welled up instantly. Crimson drops dripped onto her snow-white gown.

 

[ariosto]

"You have hurt yourself Countess."

Napoleon drew a kerchief from his waistcoat and took her hand in his, wiping away the blood.
He kissed the tiny wound, pefhaps a bit longer than was apropriate.

"The blood of Poland now flows in both our veins."

The young woman was staring at him.

"Will you grant your countryman a kiss."

Not waiting, he took her in his arms and kissed her with the passion of a lovestruck youth. Her resistance at first was caused by shock not repugnance and it softned quickly as Walewska yielded herself to this strange man.

Napoléon could feel her responding. Her mouth parted beneath his, her breasts pressed tight against him, her arms reaching up around his...

"Non!"
She pulled away and faced the fire.
Almost under her breath she said,
"It is to fast...I am not ready...I..."

He was against her back breathing words into her ear.
"No , Maria it is not fast at all. I have thought of nothing but you since you gave me the flowers . My little Countess, I am the ruler of Nations but you are the ruler of my heart.

His arms encircled her, she felt them meet under her breast. She was aching for the touch of a real man...

 

[Honey_B]

The Empereur's touch inflamed her body but an icicle of fear went through Maria's heart. He could not know that this married woman was an innocent. Napoléon asked for more than she knew how to give. Her cheeks flushed from a mixture of brandy and embarrassment.

She turns within the circle of his arms so that she may look into his eyes.

"Your desire for me both thrills and frightens me. I can feel my body's response to your ardent touch and that alarms me as well," Maria says in a quivering voice.

From somewhere, the countess finds the courage to stroke his cheek.

"I want you, but I do not know the how of it."

 

[ariosto]

Warsaw 1806

Napoleon smiled at the innocent words. They charmed him beyond measure.
He kissed the nape of her neck , so smooth and gracefully arched. She took in her breath and he had the satisfaction of feeling her heart beating faster beneath the gauzy fabric of her gown.

"I will show you the how of it Marie..."
Could it be the girl was still a virgin? Was her husband that old!

His fingers untied the bow that gathered the dress in front and she leaned back against him, her hands falling upon his and bringing them upward until they cupped her young breasts.
From his position behind her he could see the shadowed valley between the sweetly rising curves of her bosom. He kissed her neck again and felt himself growing hard inside his breeches.

"It is cold outside but here by the fire I will warm you."
The Emperor walked over to the love seat and gathered the soft silk cushions which he threw on the floor in front of the cheerful hearth. Walewska had turned her back to him again but this time she was struggling with the buttons that fastened the delicate dress to her body.

"Here Countess let me, I learned how to undress a woman back in the days of the Directory when josephine and I had nothing."

He'd soon released the clasps and the outer garment fluttered like gossamer to the floor.
Kneeling before her Napoleon raised her petite foot in his hands, slipping the dress beneath and then...he kissed it!
He held her foot and kissed the graceful arch.

The Emperor of Europe was kissing Maria Walewska's foot.!

"Please..."
Her voice had suddenly gone soft and throaty,
"Please...Napoleone Buonaparte
"Faites-l'amour moi...

Make love to me tonight."

 

[Honey_B]

Her honyed lashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks, making her appear more timid than she felt as she said the words. Napoléon rose upon hearing them. The desires of men have been the power of women throughout the ages and Maria felt the glory of her sex surge through her veins. She raised her eyes to meet Napoléon's, her expression unreadable. That changed as her eyes began to travel down the length of the Emperour in an undisguised appraisal. She did not see him then as the ruler, but as the man, a man in his prime. Mere boys had desired her, she was married to an old man. This man, Napoleone Buonaparte, exuded experience and an energy she could not resist so she did not.

A smile played on her lips as she moved so that her fingertips could brush a lock of hair off his forehead, laughing as it fell back in place. The movement had brought her closer to the man as she had intended it to.

Maria spoke, trying to express her need, "I want to have a night, a night where I feel as a woman does."

Perhaps it was surprise that widened Bonaparte's eyes.

"Non, I have not." she said, answering the Emperour's unasked question.

 

[ariosto]

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, his lips lightly grazing the fine line of her jaw. He touched her mouth with his and smiled.

"You shall have such an evening Countess. You are a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman and I'll do my best to make you know it."

Napoléon was never a modest man and as he spoke these words to her he was removing his green hussar's coat and then his waistcoat. In a moment he was clad only in a white linen shirt and skin tight breeches.
Maria had flushed with embarassment at first but began to enjoy the Emperor's déshabillent especially when he began to hop about trying to remove one of his long black boots...

She had a most charming laugh...
"Why Napoléon, you look just like a frog!"

"Blast! I should have known better..."

He colapsed on the divan growing red in the face from the effort to remove the stubborn footware.
"Then to wear these things on a night when...when..."

She rushed over,
"Please, let me help you. This is one skill that Walewska does have!"

Unmindfull of his rough heel against the delicate fabric of her gown, Maria straddled his foot, grabbed the top of the boot and yanked!

"OHHHHHHHH!"
The boot and the Countess tumbled backwards on to the pillows a state of confused surprise...
"Why I..."
In an instant she felt Napoléon's body
on top of hers. His hands were caressing her breasts, his lips hovered next to her ear...

"Tu etes le feu dans mon sang Marie...
Je tu veux...maintenant!"

 

[Honey_B]

Maria was afraid of the need inside of her, of her body's response to him. It was strong, powerful enough to shatter her little world. She would give herself one night of freedom, a gift to herself. That was all she would allow herself. Even then the shadow of guilt lurked in her mind until Napoléon kissed her.

There lips brushed at first, testing, tasting, teasing. The kiss began elegantly before evolving into sucking and biting. Lips played upon lips; rubbing, sweeping, playing. For a moment, their mouths parted and they stared deeply into each other's eyes.

"Shall I help you with the other boot, my Sire?" The countess laughed, unable to remain silent.

"You minx," he growled before licking her smiles, devouring her giggles, covering her mouth with his own. Her sweet mouth opened and she hunted for more. Their tongues met and intertwined.

 

[ariosto]

Once the ember had warmed and burst into flame it became a conflagration.
The Countess fingers were popping off the buttons of the Emperors shirt as fast as they could go. While he was having a rougher time of it unlacing the ribbons that held her corset
snug to her breasts. Kisses quick and impassioned were
exchanged on lips, cheeks, necks, throats and shoulders as France and Poland struggled out of their clothes.

"Un Moment!"
Napoléon cried.

And the two sat back amidst discarded garments and tumbled pillows.
Marie looked delectable sitting there with her gown around her waist, her petite ribboned shoes pointing out and nude from the waist up. Her breasts were high and tipped with coral. They rose and fell delightfully with each deep breath. She blew away a blonde lock that had tumbled down from her forehead.

"Why?...Why do we stop?"
She sounded genuinely concerned, especially when she saw the Emperors flushed face and the alarming bulge in his breeches.

"Why?...uhhh, I thought perhaps.
You'd like some wine...some water...."

"Non."
She stared at him.

"Then I'll..."
He looked down and saw her dainty foot tapping on his
straining breeches.

"Show me this, mon Empereur . I have never seen one."
She said in a coy little voice.

All thoughts of refreshment flew from his mind as Napoléon tackled the eleven buttons that held his pants in place.

 

[Honey_B]

The countess was indeed feeling courageous but only because she wanted to see and touch his penis in the worst way. In her excitement, she rose to help him with the many buttons, fumbling with the troublesome fasteners. Maria was so very curious by nature and she was agonizing to explore the ways and wherefores of the male organ. She had gotten exactly what she had wanted in her marriage, a man who did not treat her as a plaything. In fact, in the short time that they had been married, the Count hadn't played with her at all. On their wedding night, her husband had promptly gone to sleep as he had every night since they had been wed. A most unfulfilling way for a young girl of eighteen to live.

She was especially curious about Napoléon's reaction to her touch. She knew well the sensitivity of her own sex and she wondered if she could make him feel similiar sensations.

Finally the buttons had been done away with and she stripped the Empereur of his breeches. The thinly woven cotton of his drawers revealed her first real glimpse of a man's sex. She tentatively reached out a hand but did not touch him. "It's beautiful," she said softly with almost innocent wonder. Napoléon swiftly removed the undergarment and he stood fully revealed before her gaze. His member lie nestled in the jet black pubic hair of his loins. His hand capured hers and pulled it to his groin. Her wrapped her hand gently around the base. Her eyes widened in surprise. His skin was so soft, so very soft she noticed as she grasped the shaft, lightly at first. Very, very slowly she began to pull her hand back, traveling down the length of him. Suddenly, his prick twitched and she snatched her hand away as if she had been burned. She looked up as she heard his amused laughter

 

[ariosto]

"You must beware little Countess. They have a life of their own. Sometimes a man can be their slave!"

As he spoke he touched himself and raised the engorged staff until it pointed right at her.

"And Maria this is your power. The power of women over men. For you are the empress de la coq not I!
Now please touch it again for I want you to know how to control it. Someday if for nothing else you may thank me for this."

She knelt before him and his heart melted at the sight of this charming girl, her virginal breasts flushed with excitement, her face wide eyed and innocent, hair shining like spun gold.
Her fingers long and graceful reached out and grasped him again as she had before.
Pulling her hand back she felt the soft skin sliding along a base of iron. She could feel the blood racing within. It was just like an animal! This time she didn't withdraw when she felt him tense and quiver.

"Yesss...take your time. You have the power to make me this way, you can control the speeed, the tempoooooooo..."

Walewska's hands had begun to move faster and he was arching himself into her palms...already heated waves were rushing through him. Too fast! too fast!

"Maria please...slow down...I, I...would not wish to be ummm ...premature."

"Premature ? What...."
She stilled her hand and looked at him quizzicaly.

"No no!...do not stop completely!...Your touch is too delicious. Just ...more slowly. A bit more slowly."
Maria concentrated on the straining pink, rosy tipped rod she held in her hands and began again a gentle stroking.

"Napoléon...
"Please tell me...
What you meant just now...about being premature."

Oh God, must he tell her everything! How utterly delightful!

Her right hand was squeezing him harder now and she had discovered his warm velvet balls with the other one. It was getting to hot to think...

 

[Honey_B]

Maria's left hand eagerly explored the Empereur's testicles even as she continued with a bolder stroke to his staff with her right. A drop of fluid glimmered like a diamond at the slit. Maria could not have explained what primal instinct made her bend her head and dab at the moisture with her tongue, causing her blond mane to fall over her face like a curtain, obscuring her features. Napoléon did not see her wicked little smile.

She was thinking of the society matrons and their less than flattering opinion of her. Little Maria who would never stoop from her pedestal to consider the attention of their sons. Baroness Kronenberg had called her an aloof little prude when she refused to kiss her milksop of a son. Now, here was applying those same lips to the genitals of an Empereur. "C'est comique, endlessly comical," she thought.

Enjoying her first taste of a forbidden act, she widened her mouth to encapsulate the head of his wondrous organ. Her tongue was eager to explore all the exciting nuances. She was actually quite oblivious to the Empereur's reaction, so absorbed was she in her intriguing task. He gripped her shoulders and pushed her way, almost violently. He sank to his knees.

"Sacrebleu! You will be the end of me, Maria!" Her eyes widened with alarm.

"Have I done something wrong? Have I hurt you in some way, Napoléon." Her hand cupped his cheek in a show of concern.

"Non, ma petite. It is just that your sweet mouth could very well have brought a swift end to our intermède." The Empereur caught the girl's hand and drew it too his heart. "Trés rapide and all because of your effect on me, Maria." His eyes crinkled with amusement as she blushed a soft pink.

"Here, let us lie down for a moment." Napoléon lay down on his side upon the exquisite Aubusson carpet and drew the girl to him. He wrapped his arm around her and nestled his face in her jasmine scented hair. It took a great will to keep himself sufficiently under control, to ignore his body's responses to the length of her body pressing against his.

"This should have fallen to someone else, I suppose, but it seems that it is my fortune to be the one to explain the true nature of a man and a woman..." And so the Empereur of Europe explained the essence of life to a married girl of eighteen.

As he spoke, the Countess's eyes widened. Her surprised response was not due to the content of the lecture although she did find it endlessly fascinating. No, his hand was traveling over her body as he spoke, giving her a lesson of its own. Where she was not sensitive to a man's touch, and where, oh God yesssss, where she was…

 

[ariosto]

Tactical lesson

Her body was an exciting field of battle and he took delight in pointing out the strategicaly sensitive areas...

"First Maria we have these two rounded hills,"
His soldier's hands cupped her young breasts and raised them to meet his lips. He kissed the top...the sides...the bottoms of them.
he licked them slowly and his fingers gently pinched the tips.

"Oooohhhh...That tickles Napoléon..."
He noticed that the way she was moving her thighs together was not suggestive of tickling andwent on...

"At the crest of the hill, are these little hummocks of great tactical value"
His thumb and forfinger squeeezed the small puffs of rosey flesh higher, thrusting the stiffened buds up as well.
Maria watched his hands in fascination, her lips slightly parted.

"And her on top of the hummock is a small but crucial outcrop..."
The Empereur sucked her maiden's nipples between his lips.
The Countess drew her knees up in response and ran her fingers into his hair keeping his face pressed to her breast. She felt his tongue rubbing her sensitive tips in his mouth as he drew them deeper inside.

"It feels....very..nice..."
Warm tingling waves were spreading out from her bosom. She arched her back to push herself against his greedy lips.

He pulled away.
"Now Maria, the other one."
And he started all over again.
She saw him move from one 'hill' to the other, she saw her nipples grow stiff and begin to ache quite exquistely as the Empereurs lips and tongue and teeth...
"Ouch!....no, no, please don't....stop."
Expertly he played with them like the treasured toys of childhood.

Suddenly he was gone! She leaned up on her elbows to see him
now active below her breasts. He was kissing her stomach, the creamy smooth skin of her abdomen. He paused at her navel, licking soft circles around it and pressing his pink tongue into the shadowed hollow.
"You taste as sweet as honey dear Marie."
He felt her muscles tense at the unexpected intrusion.
She sighed...

"Now dearest I must ask you to do something for me."

"Yesss, mon Empereur...anything."

His hands were caressing the firm skin of her hips and thighs. She felt his warm breath on her..on Her...!

"You must part your legs a little Countess for between them lies the valley that is the object of our campaign."

 

[Honey_B]

Military metaphors?! "Yes," she thought, "I suppose breeching the wall of virginity is a bit like a military siege, from the male perspective anyway." Maria tried not to laugh, but she was unable to hide her mirth. She laughed outright in a peel of giggles.

"Oh, Napoléon! It seems you can take le général
out of the battlefield, but you cannot take the
battle out of..."

Her words were cut short as the Empereur forcefully pried open her thighs digging his fingers roughly into the tender flesh.

"That's right, my Countess, I am Napoléon, the
conqueror. And if you believe the British, I rape
and pillage wherever I go. Prepare to have the
treasures of Poland plundered!"

She gasped and turned her face into the soft protection of the pillows. Not because he hurt her, but because his touch was so gentle, maddening designed to tease her maiden flesh into submission. Quite willingly, she opened her legs even wider. Napoléon was licking at her with the tip of his tongue. He did not seem prepared to be rushed as he explored the folds of her sex with a touch that was as substantial as a butterfly's wing.
All else ceased to exist for the Countess.

"Please, please..." she moaned, not knowing what
she was begging for.

"Non, mon chéri. You are not ready yet."

Napoléon soothed with his voice if not his mouth.
With his lips, he tortured her glistening womanhood with sucking kisses, tasting her growing desires on his tongue.

 

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OOC:...first bump while Honey-B is away.

 

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Bump two...hurry back Honey-B!

 

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Bump3...a reminder.

 

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Last bump

 

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In the valley between her legs he was foraging. His lips and tongue caressing every fold and rise of her sweet flesh. Spreading the young woman gently with his fingers he exposed the soft pink lips that guarded the entrance to her sex and licked them lovingly, pressing his tongue between them and opening her softly but persistantly.
Marie squeezed her thighs against his face and he felt her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. She was wanting more of him but he knew the art of patience. Her heat was building and he was enjoying the escalating arousal his touch was causing.
He took her delicate hand and pressed it against the sensitive nub that lay above
her open sex.
"Do you ever touch yourself there Marie?"

In answer to his question her fingers began to rub the pearl in small tight circles and he heard her gasp. She was raising her hips off the pillows now and Napoleon took full posession of her with his tongue, moving it inside the tight hot chamber, curling it to touch every part of her it could reach.
His hands came up and cupped her ass, squeezing into the firm flesh and holding her close up to his face. She was haute Cuisine and the Empereur would have his fill tonight.