Sharpe's Exploits

[Steiner]

Her head was spinning and her limbs aching from the fall but suddenly she couldn't care less about the bodily ailings. Her entire being focused on the six words that he had uttered.

If she'd known I love you

Kate wouldn't call herself a romantic, nor overly sensitive but as he uttered that sentence she could not help but cry.

If she'd known I love you

She knew she was dirty and her dress was torn and looking at Richard she saw that he was thoroughly dishelvelled to. His new pelisse being torn by the bullet, his face sporting specks of blood from the wound and his black hair unruly and matted with sweat. Yet he had never looked more perfect than he did there and then.

If she'd known I love you

She buried her head at his shoulder, her slender arms wrapped around him as she bit her lip, not wanting him to know she was crying. Holding on to him like a drowning person clings to a piece of driftwood as his words reverberated in her ears.

If she'd known I love you

He was married, their liason was everything but proper, he was a man promoted from the ranks, the son of a prostitute, he was not a gentleman, but he loved her and he had come after her captor. Others might have gathered help, or simply not come at all. Richard had come on his own, for her.

Her lips sought his, kissing him with a ferocity as she pulled him closer to herself. Not able to express herself in any other way.

He held her close, feeling the way her body shook in his arms and the way that she clung to him - guessing at the intensity of her emotion but clueless as to the source of it.

As she sobbed, he patted her back awkwardly, hoping that he could comfort her after her shock. When she fiercely kissed him, he was surprised enough that he almost staggered - so hard did she crush his lips that he tasted blood, not knowing if it was hers or his.

There was no pushing her away, no restraining her, so he kissed her and held her close, waiting for the flow of her passion to ebb sufficiently for speech. It took awhile, but finally he managed to talk.

"Kate... Kate, we need to get back to HQ and get Owen to look at you. I know you don't feel hurt, but I want to be absolutely sure that you haven't cracked or sprained anything. Please?"

She stared, almost uncomprehendingly at him as he spoke, and he kissed her forehead and tried again, and again until she was relaxed enough to understand him again. She looked stormtossed, windblown and filthy from her tumble, but Richard had never seen a more beautiful woman, it seemed. As much as he desired her, right now he wanted to protect her more - as he had failed to do at Dinner.

He led her haltingly over to the horse, seeing the tension in her eyes as he held it for her to mount. The smell of horse, and the feel of being on one must be dreadful for her after her experience, he mused. In the distance, the speck that was Justine de Villiers was making its way over the crest of a ridge. Perhaps they would catch her, Sharpe mused, but at least she was out of his life. If he saw her again, he'd simply kill her where she stood - he owed Captain de Avellanos that much, at least.

Slipping up onto the horse, behind Kate, he took the reins from her and turned the horse's head for home, clicking his tongue and squeezing it with his knees. The horse, well trained and sick of the abuse it had suffered under this unfamiliar rider, obediently turned and began to walk.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Kate Savage *dazed, confused and in shock*

Kate's head was indeed hurting, as did her leg from the fall, but right now the pain was second to the immense happiness she felt from being with Richard again. He carefully lifted her up on the horse and akwardly got into the saddle. She remembered that he didn't like horses, being a foot soldier through and through.

She leaned her head against his shoulder as they rode back, the gentle trot of the horse almost hypnotic, and Kate was thankful for the distraction it brought. There had been no time to be afraid as de Villiers snatched her, nor to feel any regrets for the fate of Captain de Avellanos. She supposed him to be dead, he had not seemed to breathe as she was forced to take his sword from him.

"Richard, Captain de Avellanos? Did he?"

She couldn't bring herself to finish the question and she understood from Richard's reaction that the young Spaniard had not survived.

"She tricked him, she used him and then killed him." Kate had spoken flatly as if stating a mere fact. "He was trying to be civil to her, helping her and acting like a gentleman and she killed him just like that."

Once again she felt the immense dislike for Justine de Villiers well up inside her. Kate was a gentle soul but as far as the French woman colonel was concerned, Kate was more than willing to agree to wanting her dead.

"I hate her Richard, I do and if you see her again you must be careful. Will you promise me that?"

Kate had tried to keep heer voice level but there was no way she could hide the emotions that prompted her to speak. The shock of her ordeal and the fear of losing him were to strong to control and she found herself sobbing as they reached the Divisional HQ and dismounting outside the Inn.

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

Susannah didn't realise she was holding her breath until she suddenly released it upon Owen's unfastening of her slip. They had reached a point at which a young lady should have stopped proceedings, if not long before it, but Susannah was beyond thinking of such things. Her mind was a swirling mass of desires and urges that she couldn't control, and didn't want to.

Owen moved over her, kneeling across her as his fingers began to tug her slip downwards. In a way. she had barely noticed that he was still fully dressed, or as dressed as he had been during dinner while she was growing more and more naked, and yet it only seemed to emphasis the masculine charm she found so entrancing in him. He wasn't as tall and broad as many of the soldiers she had tended to, certainly not as hulking as Patrick had been, but he still had an innate sense of strength and power within him and that seemed to arouse Susannah more with each passing moment.

There was a pause as he bared her breasts, the firm, rounded peaks of flesh standing proudly from her chest, her nipples firm and aching. Susannah blushed a little more as she watched Owen's eyes, her blushes turning to embarassed happy sighs as his finger trailed around one, sending shocks of pleasure down through her body to end between her legs, almost making her jolt beneath him.
"Magificent...Oh, how fantastic."
"...thank you..." Susannah murmured, more for a need to say something, anything, to let him know that he could continue when his eyes searched hers for permission.

She gasped as his tongue began to move across her flesh, her thighs squeezed tightly together beneath his body as a pulsing began between them. Her breathing was growing increasingly shaky, causing her breasts to rise and falled a little more markedly beneath his tongue. Owen trailed the soft, moist tip around and around her nipple, it's hardness almost painful and Susannah was already whimpering softly as the desire for him to touch her grew almost overpowering.

Just when she thought she might cry out from the needs within her, his mouth captured her nipple and drew it into his mouth. She did cry out but it was muted and unquestionably a sound of pleasure. Her back arched and her head was tossed back upon the bed, causing her auburn waves to ripple around her. Susannah's hands once again moved to his head, trembling a little as they curled around his hair.
"Oh Owen...I...it's..." She stammered, her voice huskier now, more needy. "Oh yes..." Susannah groaned, the words failing to come to help her describe just how good his mouth felt upon her flesh. Her nipple felt almost on fire with delightful sensations as his lips and tongue caressed her flesh. She wanted to feel his mouth everywhere, upon her neck, her shoulders, her back...and, what shocked her more, she wanted to taste his skin too.

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen continued to suckle at Susannah as she groaned, by now getting used to the fact that she was enjoying this as much as he was. As her back arched, he slipped his arms beneath her, drawing her chest even tighter against his mouth. He wished he could have remained there forever licking and feasting upon the hard peak, but he wanted to make sure Susannah had as good an experience as possible tonight, and he thought that she'd get tired of even his mouth remaining in just one spot for the rest of eternity.

Owen began to kiss and suckle his way across her chest, his mouth never leaving contact with her skin. He paused at the valley in between her breasts, spending an extra amount of time caressing that spot with his tongue and lips, before moving onto her other breast, again circling it with his tongue in a decreasing spiral, before reaching the center whic he lavished with licks and kisses before taking it into his mouth as well. As he was occupied thusly, one of Owen's hands moved up from behind Susannah's back to her free breast, beginning to stroke it feather-lightly.

He continued to lavish his attentions on the second breast for the same amount of time, not being able to bring himself to show favoritism to either of those wonderful spheres that loked as if they had been carved by one of the Greek masters. But soon enough, he thought that Susannah might be growing just the slightest bit - if not bored, then needy, and Owen himself was eager to sample another delicacy.

Pulling away from her chest, he lowered her back flat onto the bed and moving off of his kneeling position over her legs. Again with her help, he soon pulled the shift fully off of her to join the dress on the bed, and once again, Owen paused to pull in a breath at the sight before him. The tanned areas contrasted with the pale areas of her intimates, and the halo of auburn that he so loved was mimicked by the splash of its counterpart hiding her secrets.

"Oh, I wish I was a painter," Owen said softly. "But I still think I won't have any trouble remembering this sight for the rest of my life."

He moved before her, running his hands up her bare legs, feeling the muscles and tension beneath his hands. Moving back down to the knees, he slowly spread her legs apart. Susannah tensed, but seemed a bit confused; perhaps what she expected to happen couldn't with him being clothed? Owen had to smile at that. He hoped she would enjoy the surprise he had for her.

Leaning in the junction of her legs, he inhaled, enjoying the scent - every woman shared the same basics of her muskiness, yet each was unique in some subtle way. In some of his naughtier moments with Meredith, they had discussed what it would have been like to make a perfume of each woman's scent. But enough of Meredith, he told himself, not when I have this beautiful thing before me. Moving his mouth in closer, he kissed her sex gently, before running the very tip of his tongue around her outer lips, swirling around her bud, and back down, tasting her arousal and how it grew, then back up, to suckle on the bud for a few moments, and then back down, his tongue slowly working into her.

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

Susannah curled her arms around Owen's shoulders as his mouth continued to lavish her nipple with ever increasing attentions, sighing with pleasure as his tongue continued to stoke the firey passions building within her. As his tongue and lips moved across her front, teasing and tasting her skin as they went, Susannah's body rose up towards him, as if trying to ensure her flesh and his mouth were in constant contact. The feel of his hand on breast and his mouth enjoying the taste of the other was almost overwhelming, her hips rocking ever so slightly beneath him.

Susannah found herself about to protest when eventually he moved his mouth away and lowered her back onto the bedsheets but his expression stopped her and she sensed that this was not the end of things between them. She blushed a little as he removed her slip entirely, her hips rising to assist him, leaving her naked before his eyes. Her rounded breasts, her legs, her smooth stomach and gently rounded hips and her sex, slightly hidden from view by the downy auburn hair that covered her mound.
"Oh, I wish I was a painter...But I still think I won't have any trouble remembering this sight for the rest of my life."
"You flatter me, Owen..." Susannah smiled shyly, her words tailing off into a gentle gasp as his hands ran up her legs, traversing the length of her thighs before returning to her knees and applying pressure for her to part them.

Susannah frowned slightly, while her muscles tensed against his hands, she had read more than enough books to know how the act of love was carried out but while she had almost expected Owen to be doing as he was, she hadn't expected him to be clothed whilst doing it. For the first time, she wondered if somehow she wasn't doing the right thing, but his smile swiftly quashed any doubts and while her eyebrow quirked in curiosity up at him, her legs relaxed and parted easily to him. She shivered as his face moved between her thighs, bringing his nose and mouth close to her flesh. She gasped as he kissed her, he actually kissed her sex. This was something she had never read about but as his tongue almost tickled her lips she was already growing eager to find out more about it.

Suddenly she tensed, crying out as his tongue touched something incredibly sensitive within her lips. Her body rising from the bed slightly and her eyes widened.
"Oh my...!" Susannah whimpered, flopping back down against the sheets as his tongue moved back down the length of her sex before tickling the small, tingling bud of flesh once more. She moaned, louder now, her fingers curling into the sheets as his tongue probed deeper and began to enter the tight, untouched confines of her body. Shivers were dancing constantly up and down her spine and a flush descended from her cheeks to her chest, her nipples once more achingly hard and her sex growing more and more moist as Owen continued to torment it with his talented mouth. Her hips twitched slightly, pushing her sex up towards his lips and gently thrusting tongue, her thighs spreading wider as her heart began to pound within her chest.

She wanted to speak, to say something, anything but she was certain that had she read all the books in all the world, she would never find the words to convey just how he was making her feel. The closest she could think were the simplest and most effective and were the ones that longed to spill from her lips, but she somehow prevented them, not wanted to distract Owen from his ministrations and put him off somehow...so as she writhed beneath him, the same words ran round and round her head...
...I think I love you......

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen grinned into Susannah's womanhood as he touched her hidden button, the nub red and swollen with her desire. Her reaction was wonderful, beyond comparison, and as his tongue worked its way inside her his happiness knew no bounds and bringing such pleasures to the maiden before him. Owen's hands moved up her legs, coming to rest on her hips, which he held gently. Owen did not mind her moaning and thrashing; in truth, they were wildly exciting to him. He just wanted to hold her in some way as his mouth made love to her.

Owen's tongue moved in a bit further, and met resistance. The knowledge, the absolute confirmation that Susannah was an innocent still - although he had never doubted her word - filled him with even more joy at the thought that her first coupling would be with him. She was very special, their short time talking had made him certain of that. Owen was not the sort of ruffain who would jump into bed with a pretty maiden as soon as he laid eyes on her, and he knew that Susannah was not the sort of girl who would allow an elder man to bed her wantonly, either. The fact that they were now doing so regardless bespoke a deeper connection between the two.

The knowledge of her maidenhead still beign intact also had the effect of making his member, already uncomfortably stiff and pressing against his trouser, seem to grow twice as hard, and jerking as if wishing to be released...something that Owen was adament he would not do, at least now. Although it had been clear enough Susannah was a virgin when they began, and that she was certainly as willing as he was, the fact that he now knew he would be deflowering her made Owen more than a bit uneasy.

Not enough to stop what they were currently doing, but enough to make certain that he would ask her permission before claiming her innocence. This may have been improper, but that would have simply been improper. So he decided to bring her to climax, and afterwards, if they still could look at each other, he would formally ask her, at least as formally as he could in these circumstances.

Owen's tongue had been moving within Susannah as his thoughts went on, and as he reached his conclusion, he slowly pulled it out, once more teasing the circumference of her outer lips, making one, then a second circuit while avoiding her bud. At the end of the second, with his tongue near her peak, he circled the bud before lowering his whole mouth over it, suckling while teasing it with his tongue as he had her nipples. This always served to bring to satisfactory climax his past lovers, and he assumed that the effects on the virginal Susannah would be even more startling.

As he worked on her nubbin, Owen slowly pushed a finger inside her, not far enough to reach her maidenhead, but just short, enough to provide stimulation while stroking the top of her intimates. He was eeking the small, hidden patch of slightly-rougher skin that he had only found in one of his lovers, but from her reactions, it had certainly been worth a search in every subsequent one.

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

Susannah's hands moved from the bedsheets to fall upon Owen's hands as they took a gentle hold of her constantly moving hips. A steady stream of whimper sighed and muted groans were leaving her parted lips, her eyes fluttering between open and shut as wave after wave of deliciously tormenting pleasure swept through her. Even in her wildest imaginings she'd never thought such things existed outside of the realms of fantasy and yet here she was, being driven closer and closer to a level of pleasure Susannah thought might well cause her to expire.

She paused in her movements as Owen's tongue stopped it's rocking motions inside of her sex, her maidenhead was stopping him from travelling deeper and the touch of his tongue upon it sent a fresh thrill racing down her body. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be allowing Owen to touch her and tease her as he was, such things were confined to the marriage bed and probably not even then but as well as she knew all of this, she could not and would not stop Owen. She could sense even in her naivety that he wanted and desired her as much as she was coming to understand that she desired him.

Her mind's thoughts were stopped sharply when his tongue withdrew and returned it's attentions to her outer lips, tickling the sensitive flesh up and down before encircling that small sensitive bud and drawing it into his mouth, suckling, teasing it. Susannah's cry in response was loud, far louder than any noise she had made so far and it continued for sometime, growing a little more intense as his finger delved into her tight passage. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth a circle of absolute surprise and undeniable delight.

"Oh...oh Owen...I....I....oh god..." Susannah whimpered as her body went limp, pulses of pleasure shooting and darting through her veins as his mouth continued to make love to her, his finger probing and stroking her insides making her own movements grow increasing abrupt and jerking. Her breathing was growing shallow and her heart was beating ever faster. For a thrilling and frightening moment she felt as if the pleasure might seeming overwhelm her and cause her to faint but it didn't, it simply continuned to build. Her hands returning to the bedsheets, tangling in amongst them, pulling them into her fists as her hips began to buck uncontrollably up towards Owen's mouth and her entire body began to tingle. "How....what....oh Owen...Owen..." Susannah whimpered throatily as the sensations grew almost too much to bear.

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen was ebullient as Susannah climaxed under his gentle but unceasing ministrations, feeling her already-tight channel spasm around his finger, clamping it almost painfully; if his hands hadn't already been at her hips, holding her somewhat steady, he would have feared possibly losing a tooth or two to her bucking. As it was, he continued to kiss and suckle and tease her until she finally died down into the afterglow of what Owen presumed was her first climax, and one, he noted with no small amount of satisfaction, that seemed to be extremely pleasant.

He disentagled himself from her, slowly kissing his way up the body, not lasciviously but just reveling in her afterglow, post-coital without the coitus, at least traditionally. His member was still painfully stiff, and he was a bit embarassed to have it poking through the material of his trousers into her soft, naked, slightly-sweaty skin, but there was little he coulddo about that so he put it from his mind.

He reached her top, refraining from kissing any closer to her face than her neck and earlobes, not wanting to disgust her by forcing the emissions of her own intimates near where she could smell or taste them. None of the women he had entertained had enjoyed the taste of themselves, and Owen certainly would not attempt to force Susannah into such depravity.

Tilting her gently onto her side, Owen laid down next of her, the contours of his front molding against her back, as he reached around to hold her belly softly, pressing her against him. "Did I live up to your expectations, my dear?" he asked, kissing the back of her neck through her beautiful auburn waves.

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

Susannah was lost. Drowning in sheer delight. The world around her faded behind the glorious sensations Owen had caused to swamp her body. Ripple after fantastic ripple of pleasure dancing throughout her flesh. Her sex gripped Owen's finger, drawing it deeper and the small bud of flesh that he had teased and tormented was alive, pulsing and throbbing beneath his lips. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets, threatening to rip them as her body arched sharply, her hips rolling up against his face with rhythm that was beyond her control, only Owen's hands against her hips keeping her vaguely in place.

Susannah's body began to relax, growing limp and warm upon the bed. Her heart was racing and she was torn between a sudden rush of emotion, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead and her face was flushed. She found herself trembling as Owen moved from between her legs, shivering anew with every gentle kiss his lips pressed to her skin. Sighing softly as he turned her over and pressed his body against her own, feeling his still clothed arms around her body. Susannah smiled shyly to herself, feeling the firmness of his sex pressing into her behind through his clothes, feeling a twinge of happiness that he was if nothing else, enjoying this shared encounter as much as she. Along with a rush of excitement at the same time.

Susannah whimpered as his lips sought her neck through her hair, sending a fresh shiver skipping down her spine, causing her body to press closer to his for a moment, her hands moving to hold his upon her stomach.
"Did I live up to your expectations, my dear?"
"Oh Owen..." She exclaimed softly, picking up one of his hands and raising it to her lips, kissing the back and then the palm. "Every dream, any desire I had ever had before pales next to you..." She turned back slightly, looking back at him over her shoulder. "...There simply aren't the words to describe how wonderful....how so very intense and..." She smiled, laughing quietly and almost shyly but more playful than anything, her lips parting to show her small, even teeth.

"...You are wonderful, Owen...you far exceeded any expectation I might ever have had, thank you, thank you so much...and..." Susannah met his eyes, her own sparkling brightly as her voice lowered to a husky whisper, "...I can only hope I'll live up to yours..." She finished quietly, kissing his fingertips before lowering his hand to rest upon her breast.

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen found himself blushing at the words Susannah was speaking. Of course his past women had spouted them with varying degrees of flattery as was customary, but never before had he heard them with such absolute sincerity or absolute adoration. He had not doubt that his past lovers had been adequately sated by his ministrations, but he was also under no impresssion that he was any sort of Casanova. Poor thing, he though tenderly, as he returned the smile she was playfully giving him over the shoulder, a teasing position that only reminded him how much he still desired her. Once she gets a truly skilled lover, how soon she'll forget me.

"Susannah, you give me far too much credit," he murmurred back to her, slowly starting to stroke her breast, more leisurely than with an intention to arouse - not that it didn't do so to him, and from her as well, judging by her reaction. "But I know better than to speak out against a woman once she has her heart dead set on something, and so I will force myself to accept that I performed satisfactorily for you." He kissed her ear again before looking at her, somewhat more seriously now.

"You already have lived up to my expectations, Susannah, not only by just allowing me to engage in such lovemaking as we just did but by everything that preceded it - the conversation, the companionship, the help in the surgery. You are a wondeful, warm girl. I...know that you are still an innocent..."

Owen's blush was deepening and he was trying hard not to stutter, growing extremely embarassed about talking to her on this subject, ridiculous given what they had just done and that, as he was doing so, she was laying naked in bed as he stroked her bosom. But still, Owen found it hard to speak of her intimacies without looking away from her.

"I know you have never...performed the act of love, that your...ah, virtue is still intact, and I...would not ask you to sacrifice it in an attempt to, to please me. I am pleased enough by you as it is, Susannah."

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

"Susannah, you give me far too much credit...But I know better than to speak out against a woman once she has her heart dead set on something, and so I will force myself to accept that I performed satisfactorily for you."
Susannah's smile grew a little wider as she saw the mildly embarassed expression flit across Owen's face, sighing softly as his fingers began to stroke and caress her breast. She snuggled back against him a little, feeling an odd sense of comfort being so close to him for someone who until a short while before had enjoyed little more intimacy than holding a man's arm.

"You already have lived up to my expectations, Susannah, not only by just allowing me to engage in such lovemaking as we just did but by everything that preceded it - the conversation, the companionship, the help in the surgery. You are a wondeful, warm girl."
Susannah had to look away for a moment, such compliments whilst wonderful to hear were utterly alien to her ears. In her eyes she merely did her job and she did it well. To have a trained professional like Owen talk to her in such a way was so very surprising. Besides which, he spoke to her like an equal and professed his enjoyment of her company. Susannah's cheeks flushed a slightly darker shade as she looked into his eyes once more.

"I...know that you are still an innocent..."
Susannah once more bit her bottom lip as yet another wave of warmth painted her cheeks, although she smiled once more to see Owen's cheeks sharing a similar tone. "I know you have never...performed the act of love, that your...ah, virtue is still intact, and I...would not ask you to sacrifice it in an attempt to, to please me. I am pleased enough by you as it is, Susannah."
"I am..." She felt herself pausing, her eyes lowering almost instinctively before meeting his through her lashes, "...an innocent and I know I have much to learn about the world but as I understand things...a 'sacrifice' was something given for the sake of something else, done in order to recieve something, a surrender almost..."

"I don't see my virtue as being something I would ever sacrifice, I would like to think I would be able to give it to whomsoever I wished...and when I do so, it will not be a 'sacrifice', done in order to gain something..."
Susannah turned a little more, so that her eyes could properly meet his.
"Besides...if I have already pleased you, then I am already in posession of the thing I desire..." She smiled shyly raising a hand to his cheek. "But once again my mouth and it's opinions are making themselves heard more than they probably should be..."

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen smiled as she talked and stroked his face, glad she had neither taken offense nor not understood what he had been trying to say. And the way she so coquettishly flirted with her eyes that way...

"As we are discussing the most intimate portions of your anatomy and life, Susannah, and as you have no husband or betrothed-" at least, he most fervently hoped so; despite her words, Owen had learned the hard way to get his hopes up in matters of love - "I can't see how anyone but you would be expected to voice such opinions."

He was about to continue with a joke to the effect that perhaps they should still consult her mistress about it, but caught himself just in time. Owen, despite the joy lying with this young girl brought him, felt a large twinge of guilt at not waiting at the makeshift surgery in the dining room for Sharpe's return. But it was known where he was an no one had come to fetch him, however, which meant that he still hadn't returned with Miss Savage - which could be due to several different reasons of varying pleasantness. And it was certainly no time to leave Susannah alone, not after she had fainted and just recovered from fever and was plainly worried about Miss Savage. At least, so Owen deluded himself. He already was finding it dificult to think about what it would be like once her mistress departed with Susannah.

To cover for his sudden pause, Owen shifted, ostensibly to help them face each other better, before continuing to speak. "Nevertheless, Susannah, I would ask you to think before asking me to properly make love to you. It is no small matter, even larger than what we just did, and I assure you that I have no qualms with providing you with continued attention that will not cost you your innocence."

He resumed his stroking of her breast as his mind wandered. Of course there were ways for Susannah to pleasure him without losing her maidenhead, but even in this current state Owen could not bring himself to mention them, certain that a young girl like her, with her notions of romance and love, would be utterly repulsed by not only their ideas, but with him for suggesting that. And Owen could bear losing her affections even worse than he could bear her departure.

 

[Britwitch]

Susannah

"As we are discussing the most intimate portions of your anatomy and life, Susannah, and as you have no husband or betrothed...I can't see how anyone but you would be expected to voice such opinions."
Susannah smiled back, feeling almost like the brave heroines she had spent her free afternoons and evenings reading about. Talking about such things with a handsome young man, a handsome young man who truly seemed to appreciate her own character.

As Owen paused, Susannah took a moment to glance over him once more, watching her thumb as it idly stroked back and forth across his cheek. Shifting a little closer as he moved so they were lying face to face
"Nevertheless, Susannah, I would ask you to think before asking me to properly make love to you. It is no small matter, even larger than what we just did, and I assure you that I have no qualms with providing you with continued attention that will not cost you your innocence."
Owen's hand returned to her breast and Susannah's hand slid down his face to rest upon his chest, fingers toying with the buttons on his jacket. Susannah had never read the kinds of books that contained the lascivious details of 'married love' but she had heard rumours and stories of the ways in which men and women shared themselves with one another, several of the footmen at her previous house of employment had regularly boasted to one another of the encounters they had shared with scullery maids and so on.

Susannah wanted nothing more, she was certain, than to lay with Owen. Lay with him the way men and women had lain together since the beginning if time. She felt a connection with him, something deeper, something more meaningful than she knew how to comprehend. But before that, she wanted to feel his hands upon her again and she wanted to feel him. She wanted to explore his body the way he had explored her. To feel his skin beneath her lips, to see if it was as warm and enticing as his lips and his hands alone. Susannah knew she could not ask if he wished for the same things, she wouldn't know how even if she did. She wanted to give herself to him but perhaps not now, not in a room where they could be interrupted at any moment, and by the requirements of her mistress no less.

"I think it would be most unladylike of me to receive your attentions without..." Susannah's cheeks suddenly grew so hot she wasn't entirely sure that they weren't burning but she continued. She had to, she wanted to. "...Without at least attempting to do the same to you..." Susannah licked her lips almost nervously as her fingers moved from toying with his jacket buttons to hovering over the closures of his shirt. "...But I confess I do not know quite how to begin..." She added shyly, her words tailing off, offering him a chance to help or to refuse her modest attempt at an advance.

 

[magbeam]

Owen Llewelyn

Owen's heart began to pound at Susannah's words, the scarlet blush, her finges toying with his shirt. He was sixteen once more, in a field with his first woman, horribly nervous and convinced of his own inadequacies. She actually wanted to do this! His hand moved up from her breast to trace over her burning cheek, bringing her forward so he could kiss her forehead. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her lips, but was even more mindful now about not wishing to disgust or disappoint her, the taste of her sex still strong in his mouth.

The move and kiss gave him time to think. Of course he wanted to do this, but that was his base feelings and desires. He was a gentleman and had to act with propriety, and deflowering a girl who was not his wife or even his mistress, over a decade younger, a servant and not even to himself, would all be horrible, unspeakable deeds. Of course he had already made love to her with his tongue, but that was not like the actual, real act of love. That would carry potential consequences and remove her chastity from future lovers. Damn, damn. Why was this so hard? The mention of hardness returned his thoughts to the stiff member between his legs that had been getting steadily more uncomfortable during his pleasuring of Susannah, and now was making him almost giddy at the thought of a release he had denied himself since he had left Wales. The soft skin beneath his hand did not help, neiter did the touch of her upon his shirt, her soft breaths, the memory of what her lips felt like...I'm going to hell, Owen thought, as he resigned himself to his fate.

His hand left her cheek, reaching down to her hands and holding them for a second, before releasing them against his shirt. "A good beginning would be to help me get out of these clothes," he offered softly, preparing him to help her along whenever she seemed unsure.

 

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Susannah

Susannah's heart sank slightly as Owen drew her closer and kissed her forehead, convinced he was about to decline her attempted advance. She closed her eyes as his lips pressed to her skin, her fingers continuing to stroke at his shirt front almost absent mindedly. His larger hand suddenly enveloped them, holding her hands in his against his chest and Susannah found herself holding her breath as she waited for him to move her hands away.
"A good beginning would be to help me get out of these clothes,"
Susannah wasn't sure she had heard him correctly, her smile hopeful and eyes almost curious as she looked up into his face, her smile widening as she did so, seeing a similar expression on his face.
"Of course..." She whispered.

Susannah sat up and waited until Owen was sat before her. She reached out tentatively, running her fingers down the front of his clothes, running from his shoulders down to his waist and back, taking hold of the sides of his jacket and pushing it back from his shoulders. She licked her lower subconsciously as her fingers moved to the task of unfastening his shirt, suddenly aware how heavy her breathing had become and blushing a little she raised her eyes to his.
"Could you...could you help me...?" She asked softly, her hands untucking his shirt from his trousers and starting to lift it, waiting for him to raise his arms so she could lift it up over his head. However, his arms were longer than hers and she found herself leaning forwards and upwards to lift the shirt off of his extended limbs. Her breasts brushing his bared chest for a brief moment or two as she freed his hands from the white cotton.

She sat back and merely smiled as her eyes roved over the newly exposed skin before her. Running her fingertips across his shoulders, feeling the smoothness and warmth she had hoped to find. She ran her hands lower, stroking across his chest, her fingers pausing over his nipples, eyes entirely focused on the path of her hands, eyes slightly widened in an almost awe like expression. She ran her fingers lower towards his stomach as she leant forwards and, with a featherlight touch, planted a kiss at the base of his neck and shoulder, kissing his collarbone and beginning to kiss out towards his arm, stopping at his shoulder and moving back before kissing out to the other side.

 

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Owen Llewelyn

Owen watched, a silent smile on his face, as Susannah began to undress him. It was...quite interesting to watch a naked woman work like this. He had never been attended to in such a like manner before, all the previous times having had undressed at the same time as his partner, if indeed they had both fully divested themselves of clothing. He obediantly raised his arms at her request, pulling his shirt up until only his hands were still ensnared by the cotton shirt. As Susannah leaned closer and up to pull the thrilling final part off of him, the pink tips of her firm breasts, once more erect, pressed teasingly into his chest, and Owen had to consciously restrain himself from enveloping her in an embrace right then. This was to be her time to explore and study him, after all, and he had to admit more than a little thrill at her continuing explorations of his body.

Owen's breathing was becoming somewhat faster now, as Susannah's hands traced gently over his upper body. Owen stifled a groan as her fingers worked over his nipples, and sucked in a breath as they moved down, over his stomach. He was in reasonable shape for a man his age, but he was certain nowhere near as rugged and muscular as Sergeant Harper or any of the other soldiers that served under Sharpe, including the major himself. Owen usually didn't care about what he looked like, but at this moment, with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen naked before him and exmaning him with libidinous intent, Owen was suddenly self-conscious to a degree he hadn't been in years.

However, Susannah appeared not to care, as she began to cover his neck and shoulders with a series of the most light, most innocent, and most wicked kisses he had ever recieved. Owen did groan this time, loudly and with no attempt to hold it back, as Susannah moved from arm across to another. With his free arm he moved his hand up to stroke her hair and shoulder, then dropped again; as much as he wanted to be in contact with her, Owen did not want to guide her actions or spoil whatever she had in mind, even if it was exploration. She was doing such a wonderful job as it was. He had never used opium before, but now he knew what the users must feel like. Susannah was more addictive to him than any Indian drug.

 

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Susannah

Susannah felt ripples of excitement dance across her skin as she felt and heard Owen's breathing increasing in speed. Her fingertips moved across his stomach and his sides as her lips slowly traced their way lower, moving down from his collar bone and across his chest. Her nose brushing his skin as her lips fluttered back and forth, enjoying the scent of his skin, the traces of taste that were left upon her lips whenever she kissed him.

Owen's groan drew a soft whimper from her own lips, she moved back just far enough to allow her eyes to meet his, strands of auburn hair having fallen across her eyes as she did so, a playful yet tentative smile curving her lips. Returning her mouth to his flesh, Susannah's kisses began to grow more passionate. The tip of her tongue sneaking between her lips to taste him more definitely, running gently over his nipple as her mouth landed upon it. She sighed, as the small peak of flesh hardened ever so slightly between her lips. Susannah wasn't sure if she should continue or stop, she didn't even know if what she was doing was the sort of thing women did to men...but it felt right, her mind and body were following some instinctive direction that it felt wrong to fight against...

Lifting her mouth from Owen's nipple she continued kissing lower, over his stomach and pausing as she neared his waist. Everything seeming to slow down as her fingers hovered over the button fastening that held them closed. She was leaning into his lap by now, her breasts pressing against his trouser clad thigh. Her fingers trembled slightly as they took hold of the fastening and began to undo his tousers, her eyes rising to meet his from where she lay, seeking something...his approval, his desire, for her to continue...her breath tickling his stomach as her fingers finally undid the straining fabric across his groin.

 

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Owen Llewelyn

Owen let out a ragged sigh as he felt the tip of her moist, hot tongue extend from beyond her lips to trace a route oer his chest, thinking of how he himself had lavished upon her similar treatments only a few minutes ago. She certainly was a fast learner, his Susannah, and he smiled back at her, a bit flush, as she teasingly looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes impossibly wide and hidden behind the wisps of a few stray hairs, like the tantalizing veil of a Mahometan hareem girl. Not that she was anything like those uncivilized and notoriously untamed and insatiable wretches, Susannah was far too pure and chaste and most certainly Christian. But, just for the moment, perhaps he could indulge in the thought...

It was Owen's back that arched this time as Susannah's lips met his nipple, again returning his own attentions. By the saints, it felt good, and he made sure she knew it through an appreciative moan. Most women he knew would ignore his nipples (of course, most women he knew would ignore most of what he and Susannah had done or he had considered doing with her) not knowing that he could derive likely as much pleasure from them as they. Or more liekly, thinking it horribly improper. Well, he had certainly acted fully improper so far this night, Owen saw little reason to cultivate change in his actions so far, and so let out another moan. His hands once more rose to stroke Susannah's cheeks and run through her hair; he still did not wish to guide her in any way, but he felt the need to have some additional connection with her beyond her tongue and the weight of her body on him. Not that he minded either of those, oh no, quite the opposite.

And now her breasts were on his thigh, her breath on his stomach, her hands in between, fingers fumbling at his button, and she once more was looking up at him with the enormous green eyes he would remember forever, a mixture of fear and hesitation and eagerness in them. He stroked her cheek again, a small smile on his mouth, forcing himself to not succumb to the rising temptations she unknowingly was giving him by bringing him so far and pausing. He wanted to tell her that she didn't have to go on, if she felt offended or unable to continue they could break this off and remain amiable, but instead what came out of his mouth was "Please, Susannah. Go on."

And then his trousers were unbuttoned and pulled down and his member sprung up, Owen immediately blushing even deeper and looking away. He considered himself of no extraordinary size, but knew how to sue it well. Currently, however, it seemed massive, red and swollen and pulsing with a life of its own, as if the gentle ministrations of the sweetest and most beautiful girl Owen had ever seen had infused it with a carnal desire beyond the control of any mere man. It was most ungentlemanly...yet even as Owen flushed even more crimson than it and looked away, he could not fully resist its spell, aching to feel Susannah, and part of her, on it.

 

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Susannah

Susannah felt a temor of pleasure at Owen's almost whispered words, combined with the gentle stroking to her cheek.
"Please, Susannah. Go on."
Her smile grew a little in response as the button to his trousers gave way to her tugging fingers and soon enough she found herself staring at his unquestionably firm sex. Everything seemed to slow for a few moments, her breathing even her heart as she stared at the pillar of flesh before her eyes.

Susannah of course knew of the difference between men and women and growing up with older brothers had ensured she had a vague idea of the states of a gentleman's member but never had she seen a man so close in such a state of undress, and definitely never even contemplated what an aroused man might look like. Now that she had an example before her, she was astounded.

Susannah had nothing to compare him against but to her eyes Owen's shaft seemed so very big. Thick and almost throbbing as she stared at it, her lips parted and wide eyed gaze moving steadily up and down his length. She felt something deep inside, something similiar to the fantastical sensations Owen had awoken only minutes before and while it no where near as overwhelming as the waves of pleasure he had sent cascading over her body she still felt her sex almost thrill at the sight of him. Her mind racing at the idea of laying beside him and feeling him, all of him, against her.

Without her commanding them her fingers moved from his unbuttoned and lowered trousers towards his sex. Tentatively touching the warm, hard flesh and stroking lightly up the side towards the rounded, slightly bulbous head. All at once she was aware how hard she was breathing, how her heart had begun to speed up once more.
"May I...?" Susannah began curiously, as she lowered her hand and curled her fingers around him gently, feeling the solidity of his sex against her palm.

 

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Owen Llewelyn

Owen's gaze was studiously averted from the shameful display he was putting on before Susannah, but could feel his lover move her hands up from his trousers towards his member. He let out a soft hiss, whistled through clenched teeth, as he felt Susannah's first, feather-light touch along his skin; his member bobbed in reaction as if something alive and beyond his control, and Owen felt his shame well up once more, although by now a thick curtain of lust was descending over much of his thoughts.

He forced himself to recline back, eventually lying down flat on the bed, his member looming up like the Pharos Lighthouse must have once appeared. He was no Caesar, but to him even Cleopatra surely would have paled before the red-haired maiden who even now was wide-eyed at the sight of his shame.

He watched her reach out, her hand stroking slowly up his length from the base to the head, and Owen let out a loud, ragged groan, resisting the reflexive urge of her body to come up from its vulnerable state of lying flat. At her words, he only nodded, then spoke when he realized her vision was still consumed by his sex.

"Yes...Please, Susannah, of course...You feel wonderful..." his words trailing off into another groan.

 

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Susannah

As Owen lay back Susannah moved to sit beside him, eyes still focused on his shaft as her fingers trailed up and down it's length.
"Yes...Please, Susannah, of course...You feel wonderful..."
His words drew her eyes to his face, her long hair hanging down over one shoulder to cover one breast. Susannah smiled softly, sweetly, unsure of quite what to do next but knowing she wanted to continue. She wanted to at least try and make him feel as wonderful as he had made her feel. Licking her lips subconsciously Susannah let her eyes leave his as she lowered her head, taking her lips closer and closer to his body once more. All the while her lightly curled fingers continued to stroke and massage his flesh, feeling the ridges beneath it's surface, feeling it's warmth.

Gently, as gently as she had kissed his shoulders and chest, Susannah kissed his hip then moved slightly closer towards his middle. Her breathing shallow and almost nervous as she drew nearer his sex. Susannah didn't know if what she was about to do would disgust Owen or please him but her curiosity and instincts had already risen to highly for her to ignore it, besides, he had done something similar to her and appeared to have enjoyed it as much as she. Lifting her lips from his waist, Susannah hovered above his shaft. Her breath dancing over the head of him, her fingers wrapped tentatively around the base as she laid a soft kiss upon the very tip. She felt him tense beneath her and kissed him again, and again, fleeting and innocent kisses fluttering up and down the length of him, some gracing the base of his stomach, others finding his hips. She could smell a masculine scent rising from his body and it, like the closeness of his flesh, was stirring desires and feelings deep within her.
"...Owen..." She murmured softly between kisses. "...Oh Owen..."

 

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Owen Llewelyn

Owen was now moaning softly and constantly as Susannah's fingers played over his member lightly. Her touch was inexperienced, light, yet he found it all the more arousing for it, a sign of her innocence and the trust she felt in him to be able to do such scandalous, unladylike behavior. She was truly beautiful in all realms, beyond just the physical, and Owen closed his eyes to concentrate more fully on the sensation of her gentle, loving caresses. The most fantastic sensations were coming from his member into his mind, and combined with his earlier state of arousal and the length since his last lovemaking or (even a nocturnal and shamful self-release) he felt that his climax might not be far off. Owen thought it best to concentrate as well as he could in suppressing it; he didn't want to frighten Susannah (how he was going to explain his emissions or release it in a manner not to disgust her, he hadn't figured out, and was in no state to ponder at the moment) but more importantly, he wanted these feelings to continue for as long as possible.

However, Owen was soon disappointed, though not in the way he anticipated: the feelings of his member did not stop, but nor did they remain the same, suddenly growing in intensity as Susannah began to lightly kiss his hips and stomach, the same light and fleeting yet utterly inticing kisses she had laid upon his upper body just a few moments earlier. Then her hot, moist breath was on him, and the lightest of all kisses was on the very tip of him and Owen had to exert himself not to instinctively rise up and push through the plump, welcoming lips of the tantalizing innocent tormenting him so exquisitely. Her kisses continued down and up him, moans of her own interspacing the kisses and mixing with his own lower, and increasingly more desperate ones. Owen knew what he wanted, but knew equally that she would be disguted and repulsed by the mere thought. However, after she had continued to kiss his shaft, by now throbbing and bobbing and feeling as if it was several sizes too small for his blood, Owen could no longer restrain himself from asking.

"Lick it," he begged, opening his eyes again to look at Susannah, a mixture of pleading and apology in his gaze. "Bring it...inside your mouth." He was alreayd flushed with arousal, otherwise he would surely be even redder than his sex.

 

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Susannah

"Lick it,"
Owen's slightly hoarsely spoken words almost made Susannah jump, she was so engrossed in ensuring that no patch of his skin was left unkissed that, no matter how unlikely it might have seemed, she had almost forgotten he was there. She lifted her head, allowing their eyes to meet while her fingers remained gently curled around the base of his sex. Mixed with the need and desire that was shining back at her from within the warm, dark pools of his eyes, there was also an element of regret.

Susannah blushed slightly, a combination hearing him speak with such need towards her and the surprise that his desires appeared to be her own. She wanted more than anything at that moment to make him feel at least partly as wonderful as he had made her feel, and the desire to feel him within her mouth, to taste him as he had tasted her had been growing steadily within her. Regardless of how improper or wanton such feelings would make her in society's eyes, Owen it seemed would not think less of her for satisfying their combined wants and he was, for the time being at least, all that mattered to her.

"Bring it...inside your mouth."
Susannah felt her insides begin to tingle as his softly spoken command reached her ears. She opened her mouth to reply but the right words failed to come to her, instead she smiled and began to lower her mouth back towards his throbbing shaft. She kissed it several times more, travelling up and down the length of him before tentatively licking the head. Her soft, pink tongue sweeping the surface in a slow, gentle arc, her eyes closing a little as she moved her tongue lower, running down the sides and back up, moving around and around him, slowly and carefully as if trying to make sure she tasted every inch of him. Her heart was beginning to pound as her head drew level with the top of his sex, the head of him pressing ever so slightly against her lips.

There was a pause, in which all Susannah could hear was Owen's slightly ragged breathing and her own heart, thumping in her ears. She licked her lips slightly before parting them and beginning to lower her mouth over him. She felt the smooth, rounded head pressing against her tongue, feeling the weight, the firmness of him. Sighing as she tasted the slightly musky, masculine taste of his flesh for the first time against her tongue as she drew him a little deeper into her innocent mouth. Closing her lips around the base of the head, Susannah pressed her tongue against him, instinctively sucking ever so slightly as she did so, enveloping his senstive member within her mouth.

 

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Owen Llewelyn

For one of the very few times in his gentleman's life, Dr. Owen Llewelyn was truly beyond thought of any type of propriety or social custom. The young woman who seemed dedicated to bringing him to new heights of pleasure was doing a damned good job, and had succeded in making him forget that she was not his wife, not his proper lover, not his station in life, not even his own servant. All he cared about was joining with her to take them to pinnacles of hedonistic orgiastic bliss that would have made even a Roman Caesar blush like the maiden who even now was extending her tongue to curve around his member's crown like a cat curling in the sun.

"Oh, my dear lord," Owen groaned, bringing an arm up to cover his eyes, not from shame this time, but rather fear that watching the spectacle might prove too much for him. The next time - for he was now absolutely certain there would be a next time; Owen had no idea how he would arrange it, other than that there was no way he would live if he never experienced this again - he would watch and coax and instruct and guide gently, but for now, with his sex nearly uncomfortable filled with his unpurged seed, Owen found it best to concentrate on sustaining the session as long as could be.

Unfortunately, by hiding his eyes, he was allowing his other senses to grow even stronger, and the sensation of his crown slowly being sucked into Susannah's mouth was nigh short of being unbearable. Her lips sealed and gently sucked; undeniably erotic, under her maidenly direction it felt more like an innocent babe suckling upon her mother's teat - the personification of innocence - rather than one of the most wanton, despicable acts any 'lady' who inhabited the nighttime streetcorners of Cardiff might perform on the poorest of patrons.

And then, Susannah's tongue began to additionally lap at him, the innocent action transformed into the act of sin...No, surely that was too strong a word for the act of love that was being perfomed here. But it still excited Owen to no end that this was Susannah's first oral pleasuring of a man, the first time the maid had engaged in such behavior, and it was all to please him. The thought not only made his member swell even larger, it made his heart nearly skip a beat. What a gem she was.

Pulling him arm off his eyes, Owen looked down, smiling at Susannah as steadily as he could. Running his hands down, he traced the lips that were stretched around him, before stroking her cheeks, then running into her hair, rubbing her head gently, combing through her locks.

"That feels wonderful, Susannah...Ooh...Could you...could you take it in more? Just a bit more? Please?" His hands gently laid down on either side of her head, exerting just the barest amount of pressure - not enough to force her down, but enough to suggest to her that was what he wished. He would let her decide where to stop once she begun; the mere thought of her coming to distress due to his carnal desires would make him sick, Owen was sure of it.

 

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Susannah

"Oh, my dear lord,"
Owen's groans and sounds of pleasure sent ripples of happiness throughout Susannah. To know that she was causing him so much apparent enjoyment, and this her first encounter with a man, made her feel a strange kind of elation. She felt a rush of excitement to be doing something so taboo and yet for all of that it did not feel wrong, not to her. She was still a maid and while the idea of changing that did cause her stomach to tense with nerves, the idea of exploring such activities with Owen made her feel as if her heart had begun to follow a new rhythm of his creating. She wanted to please him, please him in a way she had never pleased another, and the idea of feeling his hands, his lips, his body against her own again drew a whimper from her lips just to think of it.

Susannah looked up as Owen moved his arm from over his smiling face, their eyes meeting while his member remained between her lips. His fingers running over them, moving softly across her cheeks before rising up into her hair, fingers massaging her scalp, causing a sigh to escape around his shaft.
"That feels wonderful, Susannah...Ooh...Could you...could you take it in more? Just a bit more? Please?"
A mild, and more than pleasant, shock danced down her spine and into her stomach as she felt his hands pressing ever so slightly upon her head, encouraging her to follow his request. Not that such extra encouragement were truly necessary, the almost addictive taste of Owen's flesh had already made her mind up that she would do as he had asked, to satisfy her own curiosities and desires as much as his.

She let the tip of her tongue caress the head of him once more before relaxing her lips' hold around him and moving her mouth a little lower. The head of his sex slid across her tongue slowly, moving deeper and deeper inside the warmth of her mouth. Susannah's hair fell forwards over she shoulders, trailing down to tickle and pay against Owen's thigh as her head continued it's downward journey. Once she felt the tip of him bump against the back of her mouth she stopped, closing her lips around him and sucking gently once more.

It was a far different sensation to do so with so much of him within her mouth, she could taste him more definitely and as she continue to lick and caress him, her body was reacting as much as Owen's. She could feel tinglings and achings within herself, deep within her core, desires and wishes that she wanted to fulfil despite not entirely understanding them. Following an instruction that came neither from Owen's lips or Susannah's own mind, she began to slowly and steadily move her mouth up his length, letting him drag against her tongue before lowering her head once more, taking him back into her mouth. Again and again she gently and smoothly moved him in and out of her mouth.