Sharpe's Exploits

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Her nails dug into the back of his skin, adding new grooves to the existing as he increased the pace of his thrusts. She kept her legs wrapped around her flexing them in rhytm with his pushes, thus clenching her sex tighter around his phallus.

She kissed him deeply, tears in her eyes as she felt his hands on her cheeks, his dark eyes boring into hers. She tried to smile, to communicate how good it felt but there was no way she could express it other than to let her body take control.

Sharpe pushed again, and that final thrust brought her over the edge, shaking and crying out, the sound slightly muffled by his mouth. Digging her nails in deeper into his back as she experienced pleasure she'd never dreamt of and...bliss

Her lips at his ear the words coming straight from her heart "I love you Richard"

 

[Steiner]

Richard slowed his pace and then stopped. Plenty of time tonight for him to satisfy himself - he had the idea that Kate would prove to have quite an appetite now that she'd tasted it. To be honest, he was starving hungry and parched with thirst. It suited him to take a break.

He eased down along the length of Kate's body, kissing her soundly but much more gently. Knowing she needed tenderness and warmth right now, not hunger.

"How was it?" he asked softly, stroking her forehead, her cheek and kissing her shoulder.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"It was..."

Kate didn't know how to phrase it, how could she possibly put it into words. It seemed to her that to do so she would have to invent an entirely new language. Instead she pulled him closer and kissed him again. Gently so as she enjoyed the way his tongue touched hers.

"I cannot describe it Richard I'm sorry but I just can't." Although she saw the pleased look on his face as she had spoken, her big grin probably saying more than any words would have done. "You're fantastic Richard, just fantastic."

She made a disgruntled sound as he gently rolled of her and sat up, stretching his arms. Wondering if he'd think her stupid but still needing to ask. Placing her hand on his shoulder prompting him to look at her, "Was it, I mean. Did you?" Blushing at her very unlady-like question yet she wanted him to enjoy it as well, remembering that to James it was the spending of his seed that had been the most important element of their coupling. Once again feeling stupid and insufficient thinking that he was displeased with her.

 

[Steiner]

Richard Sharpe

Richard stroked her upper arm gently. "It was wonderful. You're wonderful. And no, I didn't. But not through any lack of yours - just because you jumped me coming straight off the battlefield and mauled me more efficiently than a platoon of Grenadiers." here he grinned widely to show her how much he had enjoyed them together.

"You said that was your first real time. Well, I wanted it to be yours. Believe me, we have all night - so I'm sure by the time Pat gets us up tomorrow morning we'll be square."

Coming back down for another kiss, he then backed off, back up to a sitting position and stretched.

"Is there any of that food I asked the orderly to bring you left? I haven't eaten since first light and I'm bloody famished now."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"I got some bread and a bit of cured ham Richard but..."

Kate bit her lip unsure how she was to go about what she intended. His words had warmed her yet she didn't feel content with it. Of course the thing that came to her mind was definetly not the kind of thing one would expect a respectable woman like herself to do. Then again a respectable woman like herself did not lay with a married man in such a fashion that she'd just done.

She got up from the bed and kneeled in front of him, her pretty face flush with colour yet her eyes conveyed the determination to go through with her intended action. Biting her lip before leaning closer, closing her slender fingers around the base of his manhood and slowly bringing her head down to engulf him within her mouth. Gently placing kisses at the head before taking him between her lips.

Kate had found a book among her late father's possessions, prints depicting the murals from Ancient Rome where the practice of gamahuching figured prominently. Although it was the first time she put her knowledge to practical use, hoping Richard wouldn't think her a wench for doing so.

 

[Steiner]

Richard watched Kate slide reluctantly from the bed, thinking she was going to fetch the food. It would be just like her, he realised, to want to serve him it. She was such a conscientious, sweet, loving girl.

When she slid to the floor between his feet, kneeling, he experienced a momentary surge of panic. Would she tearfully plead for him to leave his wife and marry her? Was she going to beg that he take her back to bed again right now? Sharpe had a fear of tearful women, he'd never been able to deny them in the past without dire consequences.

When she took him in her hand, he grunted in surprise - hadn't he said it was alright? Clearly her conscientious nature wouldn't let it alone until he joined her. And then her lips brushed the head of his manhood and Sharpe's head dropped back with a groan of further surprise. This he hadn't expected, and he found himself wondering where the girl had picked up this little trick.

As she slid her lips around him and slowly engulfed him, his mind went blank to anything but the wonderful sensation of Kate loving him with her mouth. It had been so long since anyone had done this for him and the act had such delicious assocations with Helena that he knew she wouldn't have to wait long.

Seeing the look of apprehension on her face, he slid his hands to cup the back of her head, stroking her hair reassuringly as his hips bucked unconsciously in time to her ministrations.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Most of the French fell under the carbine fire, but still enough remained to close their ranks and punch through, sabres hitting each other or flesh as they went. Alfonso saw the blonde woman go through two of his men, who fell to the ground without a whimper. That nearly distracted him enough for the dragoon to his left to cut his arm off, but Alfonso quickly parried with his carbine, and unsheathed his sabre to slash at the man's chest.

Right then, the woman's defiant voice reached his ears. Alfonso felt his anger swell, and decided that if this time that woman didn't surrender, then he wouldn't kill her. He would bleed her to death in this desolate place, let her try to get back to her lines on one hand less.

"I'm here, I'm right here! Come and face me, witch!"

Alfonso pulled his pistol out and looked around, trying to find her. When he did, he steered his horse towards her and took aim. He fired, the loud crack echoing in the mountains, but hitting one of the dragoons who had moved in the path of the bullet. Cursing loudly, Alfonso threw his pistol at the French officer, before charging her with an horizontal slash at stomach height, secure in that his own men had probably already killed all the other gabachos.

"Surrender now, French men! Or you will never see your dear Emperor again!"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

Parrying the Spaniards thrust, almost taking the ears of her own mount off in the process. Her white breeches stained with blood as well as her face. Putting her heels into the side of her horse, making it take a step to the side as she lunged again, a great cut not aimed so much at Alfonso as to incapacitate his mount.

Justine realised that the Spaniard possessed the greater strenght as well as the better horse, thusly employing the feint that she'd learned from the cossacks. Bring one's horse around and aim a cut at the spine of your enemy's thusly unhorsing him.

Staring at him as she let her blade form a near perfect arch through the air, her lips pursed in a sardonic smile.

"I will skin you alive Spaniard..."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso made his horse side-step away just in the nick of time, parrying her attack. Her words were intimidating, but wouldn't work on him. He was too well trained and proud to be scared of some bad sounding verbs.

"Not if I skin you first. Which I already started with advantage!" Alfonso smirked, stealing a glance at the woman's breeches. Then, he rose his left arm and pointing his finger into the sky, made a circle.

All the French dragoons were dead or wounded by this point, and so, only his own men remained in any condition to fight. Nearly fifty hussars surrounded the French officer, aiming carbines and pistols or pointing their sabres at her.

"I'm afraid this is your end, witch!"

Alfonso's smirk disappeared, as he pointed his own sword at the dragoon. It dripped with blood from the earlier fight, but Alfonso's arm showed nothing by firmness. He glared at her with a serious, cold expression, the one to be expected from an executor. "Unless you wish to surrender..."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

"Surrender? You've lost your wits completely Spaniard."

She knew that she was outnumbered and outgunned. It was lost yet the realisation did not frighten her. Justine knew what she had to do, and with a look of utter contempt she lowered her sabre. She saw the smirk on the Captain's face and she contemplated one last lunge, but discarded it. If she'd failed she'd would be taken prisoner.

"I have no intention of surrendering Spaniard."

Pulling her gun and in one fluid movement pulling the hammer to full cock before pushing the barrel against the soft underside of her chin. Keeping her eyes fixed at de Avellanos she pulled the trigger, only to hear the click.

"Merde!" The powder in the frizzen must have been damp, or otherwise tampered with. Knowing she played her last card she spurred her horse, arms stretched out, aiming to skewer the Spaniard.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Closing her eyes as she ran her tongue along the underside of his phallus, pursing her lips around him hoping fervently that it would please him.

His hands playing with her dark curls as well as his low grunts fortified her resolve and she increased the pace as she bobbed her head along it.

Feeling his grip become harder as he tensed his back and legs, thinking he'd be close to climaxing and wondering if he expected to discharge in her mouth.

The thought both repulsive as well as strangely arousing. looking up at him as she arched her back slighly, seeking his eyes for some inkling as to what he expected of her.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso opened his eyes wide when he saw what the woman was about to do. His anger froze over like the water on a lake, and the click of the trigger felt as if his consciousness was suddenly interrupted... but nothing happened. The relief he felt was inmense, but it didn't last that long.

The French woman was really stubborn, he had to give her that even if it was stupid. He took a deep breath, watching the shiny blade close in towards him, and prepared his sword...

As soon as it got in range and the French woman's horse started to realise it was going to hit his, Alfonso lashed out with his sabre, deflecting hers. As the woman tried to stay on her horse, Alfonso dropped his sword and pulled his feet out of the stirrup before throwing himself against her. Wrapping his arms around hers, he used his weight to push her off the horse. Still, through some unconscious act, he rolled so he fell first onto the ground, on his back.

The impact knocked the wind out of his lungs, in a low grunt, and he gasped for breath. Then he rolled on top of the woman, with her back to him, and saw that her sabre was stuck between two rocks. If he tried to pull it out, it would break.

"I... ugh... I really suggest you stop struggling, before I have to knock you out cold with the first stone... I can reach."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

Her father had told her to fight like a wildcat, never to give up and always look for the smallest possible chink in her opponent's armour. Justine had never surrendered, she had kept fighting even through the retreat from Moscow.

Now however, pinned to the ground by Captain de Avellanos there seemed to be no way out, he had effectively incapcitated her and the realisation that she was, temporarily beaten, brought tears of frustration and rage to her eyes.

Trying to bite him as she rolled to the side, everything to dislodge him from her, the anger fuelled by the leers and catcalls from the Hussars still mounted.

"I...will...not...surrender...to...filth!"

She spat the words out, managing to free her left hand fingers hooked going for his eyes.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"UAUGH!"

Alfonso pulled his face from the woman's fingers just in time, but not his hair. Somehow, she managed to hang on to those, and his pulling his head away only made him lose some hairs in a painful yank. That hurt like hell, like needles entering his scalp, and that was the drop that over-flowed the glass.

"¡Sargento Fernandez, a la nuca!"
"Está muerto, senyor."

So he had died. Alfonso didn't know when, but Fernandez was a good soldier, and it angered him to know that this blonde-haired wild beast had managed to kill so many of his men. Alfonso cursed, and looked around as he held her down. There, his sword was just beside his feet. The laughing of his men only served to fuel his hatred towards this woman, the blue she wore, the men she had led, and the country she stood up for. Taking his sword, Alfonso hit her on the back of the neck once, twice, up to three times, trying to knock her out. Controlling himself not to go further was more difficult than he ever imagined that might be... but he managed, more or less...

 

[Steiner]

Richard Sharpe

Close to release now, Richard's head dropped back and he groaned long and deeply. His eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of her mouth, the caress of her tongue.

He felt the muscles of his thighs almost spasm as they rebelled at being held taut so long, the slight pain barely registering as he almost lifted his hips off the bed in his passion. Finally he exploded, hearing her muffled sound of surprise and shock but unable to stop himself, certainly unaware that this had been her first act of this type.

Wrung out and drained, he slumped to his side, unsure of exactly when he'd slipped from her mouth, only knowing the heavy lassitude that came from a bonecracking orgasm after a long, hectic, day in the field.

He rolled onto his back, letting his breathing slow a little, wanting to turn back to reassure her, wondering how she had fared, but incapable of moving at the present. After the briefest of pauses, he rolled onto his side, reaching for her.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

Coughing as his emissions filled her mouth and pulling away from him. It was not that Kate was ignorant of the mechanics of sexual activities, yet the sheer force had startled her. Reaching for a hankerchief and discreetly spitting in it, balling it up feeling slightly disgusted and ashamed.

The act that she'd just performed did most definetly not befit a respectable woman coupled with the lessons she'd learned from her staunch Protestant father basically consisting from the idea that sexual practices was there to create progeny. One should not take pleasure from it, and most definetly engaging in acts such as this.

Blushing and reaching for the cup on the table, filling with brandy and draining it down, trying to rinse her mouth from his seed. Coughing as the alcohol burned at her throat.

Kate felt his hand reaching for her, and she shyly turned around, not daring to look him in the eyes. Perhaps he thought her nothing better than the whores that followed the army, or that she'd take overly much pleasure from the act.

"Yes.." she whispered

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Justine de Villiers

Her head hurt like the very Devil, and her mouth was parched. She was bound, slung across the back of a horse like was she nothing more than a piece of loot.

She heard the Spanish discussing amongst them as they negotiated their way down the slope. Their words betraying the hatred but also the elation having been victorious.

Justine clenched her jaws shut, her platoon had been wiped out and she realised that she'd underestimated the odds as well as the proficiency of the Spanish captain. Still worse was the fact that he'd spared her life, she'd been taken prisoner. The thought brought tears to her eyes anew, but fortifying her resolve. She would not speak and at first opportunity she'd kill this Alfonso de Avellanos y Marca. Swearing her oath in silence on her father's name as the Spaniards entered the British camp.

 

[Steiner]

"You're full of surprises, Kate the Kitten, aren't you?" he smiled tiredly, looking at the way she refused to raise her eyes to his.

Stroking her cheek, he turned her head slightly to meet his gaze. "What is it? What's the matter? Was that your first time? Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of. The kind of men who don't want their wives to do something like that are hypocrites who would kill for a mistress who does. I wouldn't want to ever see you settled with a man like that, Kate, who might look down upon you for being so loving."

His eyes were heavylidded, but warm and understanding. He pulled her closer to the bed, so that he could lean up enough to kiss her gently.

"I told you. If it feels good, it's right. If it feels bad, it's wrong. I hope that felt good for you."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage

"It did Richard" she spoke shyly as she lay down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing the scars on his torso. "But we're told that we ought to be ashamed of it aren't we? But it did feel good, all of it." She wrinkled her nose, "well perhaps not the last part, you could at least had given me some warning."

Stretching her long slender legs and yawning as he pulled her closer to him. "You're still hungry Richard? I could fetch some tea and bread for you. And let me assure you it was not easy to get you the ham." She was smiling now, feeling all the better for his reassuance as well as the fact that she was laying next to him, be it in a rather to narrow campbed but still.

"I'm talking to you Richard." She traced her finger across his lips as he dozed of. Murmuring something that she couldn't hear and pulling her closer to him.

 

[Katamari Roller]

A battle won, and an enemy captured. That was supposed to be good news, but Alfonso found no joy at the end of the day. The blood on his arm was not his, it was of one of his men who had died fighting against the French woman's dragoons. But he was not the only one who had died. He had lost about seventy men, all in one day. He knew the price paid was fair for what they accomplished, but still...

He feared he would be relieved of command, of course, but it also was worrying not to know what his own men really thought. Would they blame him when they finally noticed the deaths of so many of their comrades? Alfonso had appreciated his men, but even then he had kept his mind above those thoughts most of the time. Because... he guessed that was what an officer was supposed to do. There would always be more men to command, but officers were unique.

As was this woman, laying across the back of the horse in front of Alfonso like a sack of potatoes. Her blonde hair hung like a horse's tail, and Alfonso had to admit she was beautiful. Quite. If it weren't because she was a French, and a mad, woman perhaps he would have considered courting him. War was a nasty business... and so he noticed her tears. Alfonso clenched his own lips shut, a pressure product of his anger building in his head. It was irrational, but a tiny part of himself was saying that she had no right to cry now, after all she'd done.

Monsters were not supposed to cry, because that made them more human than Alfonso wanted to see her as.

The column entered the British camp, slow and tired. Even though his men were exhausted, Alfonso knew they still had some energy left to perhaps... 'acquire' a bottle of liquor or two... or three... or four... or whatever was necessary to drink down the excitement and fear of this day. Alfonso almost felt compelled to join them, but he had his mind set on interrogating the woman. And because Sharpe had been the one to let him go after her, he supposed he owed it to him to have the interrogation take place with him present.

Alfonso took two of his men with himself, lieutenants, and the woman, and started asking where the major's tent was. Finally, he found a big tent, and asked one of the guards to step in to tell Sharpe about his latest achievement and intentions...

 

[Steiner]

Corporal Crispin

The Spanish officer on the horse cut a dangerous figure, the provost corporal had to admit. The fact that he'd been fighting under Major Sharpe on the battlefield that day did nothing to spoil his air of competence or heroism and neither did the profusion of blood spattered across him.

If it had been any other request, then Crispin would have snapped to with alacrity. Even given the fact that the man was a dagoe and therefore not a REAL officer, it seemed that he was the sort of man for whom disobedience merited punishment. However, he and his junior were not deaf and they knew what the Major, hero of the hour, had done the minute he retired from the field.

And now he was supposed to step in there. He wondered if the Major would just kill him outright, or whether his punishment would be slow and lingering. On the outside of the tent, though, the grimfaced spaniard loomed like a revenant and Crispin decided he'd follow his orders and just put his fate in God's hands.

Coughing and banging his hand against the flap a couple of times, he hoped that he'd done enough to warn the Major he was coming in. Stepping inside, he saw the raptorous sight of Kate Savage's naked form nestled in on the narrow cot, but the fear came back to rob him of any pleasure in it when Sharpe's head cracked up from next to her.

He felt his knees give slightly as the fierce looking man scowled at him. Seeing an officer naked was, he supposed, a capital offence under army regulations. To his embarassment, though, the naked Sharpe vaulted over Kate and covered the apalled lady with a blanket, before padding up to the Corporal.

"What is it?" snarled Sharpe sullenly.

"Dago Captain outside to see you, sir. Says to tell you he caught his woman. I tried to tell him how you were... resting... sir, but he wouldn't have it."

To his relief, the Major picked up a pair of breeches and hopped inside them before padding back to the bed and kissing his woman. "I'll be back soon, duty I'm afraid." he whispered before ducking out of the tent flap.

Corporal Crispin exchanged a look with Kate Savage on the bed and idly wondered which of them looked the more frightened. Tipping his Shako to her in a belated instinct of gallantry and manners, he ducked back out of the tent himself, leaving the girl, once more, alone.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso noticed the corporal's nervousness when going into the tent... and knew he hadn't come at the right moment, probably. God knew what a British officer could be doing at this time of the day after the battle. He suspected that either he had company, or he had lousy wake-ups.

And when he came out only in his breeches and with a scowl on his face, Alfonso found that his scar enhanced his angry looks. Just in case, Alfonso stayed on top of his horse, and saluted briskly. Now he thought about it, his uniform looked like he had been to a mine, and not to a short engagement, and was splattered with mud and blood, nevermind the gunpowder and dust. He hoped there was a river close by.

"Major Sharpe, I caught up with her fairly fast after the battle..." Alfonso gestured at the blonde woman tied on top of the horse at his side. "Now, I had thought of interrogating her as soon as I was back... but it seems I've caught you in the wrong moment, haven't I?"

Alfonso spoke with no mirth behind his voice. He definitely didn't want to be shouted at after such a long day. And besides, his back hurt enough, he needed no further punishment today.

 

[Steiner]

Major Richard Sharpe - somewhat out of uniform

It was hard not to feel a little bitterly towards the Captain until you saw him. Haunted look in his eyes. Drenched in blood. His sense of duty and his hatred of the enemy he'd disposed of the only things keeping him on his feet.

Sharpe shivered a little, wishing he'd thought to grab a shirt too and knew that he cut something less than an authoritative figure right now. Certainly the Spanish officers were eyeing him askance.

"Is that her?" he asked Alfonso, eyeing the blonde who swayed a little on her feet still, clamped in tight between the two lieutenants.

He leaned in to examine her, pulling her hair back from her face.

"Damn me if she doesn't look a little familiar..." he mused, ducking back quickly as she attempted to bite him and then settled for spitting into his face.

"Quite the wildcat, Captain. Well, you caught her - what do you intend to do with her other than asking who she is and what she was doing commanding a batallion of the Emperor's finest, of course?"

He paused, a thought coming over him.

"Oh bugger it! I ordered you to capture her - she's more responsibility too. He pondered the situation.

"I'll tell you what we don't do. Take her to Division HQ. She'd probably have General Hill eating out of her hand by supper time. Let's satisfy our own curiosities first and then send her up to Nosey. He'll not be stupid enough to let her go, I'll promise you that."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Alfonso arched an eyebrow at Sharpe's comment. The French woman, making a General eat from her hand? Well, either Sharpe was being intentionally harsh when judging his superiors (and being a major, he probably had his reasons), or he was a bit too honest about them. In either case, though, Alfonso had to admit his words sounded sensible enough.

He sighed when the woman tried hurting Sharpe even bound as she was. Interrogating her would be quite the ordeal, no doubt, and Alfonso already felt tired even before starting.

"Very well, sir. It is a sound plan, it seems to me."

 

[Steiner]

Major Richard Sharpe

Sharpe looked up at Alfonso and saw the surprise there - feeling as if he'd been disloyal towards his General he felt the need to explain.

"General Hill is called 'Daddy Hill' by the troops. He's got a good head for tactics and logistics and everyone would march through hell for him, but he's too much of a gentleman to mistreat your wildcat here. He'd have her in a dress and drinking tea and she'd charm him into thinking she'd never been within a hundred miles of that redoubt today."

Sharpe grabbed a handful of Justine's mane and pulled her head back, leaning in closer to her again. "Whereas we're a pair of right bastards who'd have the skin off her pretty little back if she didn't cooperate, aren't we?"

He grabbed his tent flap and lifted it, preparing to duck through. "Bring her in here... Oh bugger... No, wait, that won't work..."

He let the tentflap drop again. He couldn't subject the still undressed Kate to a parcel of Spanish officers and the most likely brutal interrogation of the Frenchwoman. He led the small party instead to the second tent next to his - where the clerks and messengers worked.

"Bugger off the lot of you! Take the rest of the day off, just keep away from here."

He turned to Alfonso. "In here. We'll tie her to a chair and see what we can get out of her."