Stormswept Heights

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

The shadows of his face lit by dim candlelight, Anne and George partook of the light meal together, as they had often done when she was a child. It was nothing new to the pair, and yet somehow to Annabelle it seemed vastly different. She had held up the bundle to him, the contents warm in her hands, but it was not the meal that he took. And it was not the food that she offered, no... there was something else entirely in that exchange that had transpired.

Afterwards, they simply did not need to speak. The two stepped forward in the dark, finding one another as surely as cold distant waters had touched upon sandy shores, and had since the beginning of time.

It was the kiss that had comforted Anne on this night. Not George's cloak, nor the safety of his loft that now seperated her from the dark unknown, and the savage, brutal nature of the moors. The kiss was life giving to the baron's daughter. It was as if she had been awake all her life, and never once drawn breath. It bespoke desire, as much as it was an apology for things unsaid, for what had taken place earlier, for what was yet to come. A passionate apology for the kiss that was even now taking place.

His beloved hands were in her hair... cupping her to him, as if she had always been his greatest desire, and to Anne it was the truth, for this is what she chose now to believe.

The kiss filled her with an undeniable warmth, seeming to last forever, and yet was over to0 quickly. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and spoke.

“Anne… I… I don’t know what to say… or do…” His cheek was alongside her own, and she brushed a few fingers over the opposite one.

"George... the fog has come tonight for a reason..." Her lips brushed fleetingly against his cheek as he spoke. "Let it be a wall that seperates us from that place, please..." she pleaded, her voice soft and rich with honey and desire. "Please... it does not exist. Nothing exists... nothing but you and I..."

Her lips found his again, and she crushed her mouth against his, letting the past three years of desire flood from her in one single motion.

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Serina Martyn

Supper was going all right, except for the fact that Miss Annabelle had left and Clay had not yet arrived. I could only assume Annabelle had faked her illness and taken leave on account of my presence. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to win her over. I worried about Clay as well, was he really so mad at me that he’d miss supper. I frowned slightly, having half a mind to order the maids not to give him anything if he couldn’t show up to dine with the rest of us.

But on the other hand, I really couldn’t blame him that much. I’d imagined myself in his shoes, and knew that I wouldn’t be the least bit happy about the situation if I were in his place. I just hoped he wouldn’t take too long to come around. Having him mad at me was something new to me, and something I didn’t like the least bit. It didn’t help that he looked like his father, it was all most like Nathaniel himself was showing his disapproval, and the thought of that I just couldn’t bear.

I shook my head slightly, trying to get all those thoughts out of my head. At least Edward didn’t seem so upset any more. Just then Lara excused herself to check on Annabelle. When she left the hall, I leaned a little closer to Edward.

“I must apologize for my son’s failure to join us,” I said, my voice lowered slightly, “It’s really not like him to miss a meal.” I smiled slightly, hoping my little joke would melt the ice a bit more. Edward didn’t seem very amused. I lowered my eyes back down to my plate. “I will be sure to talk to him about it when I have the chance.”

Lara came back, saving me from any further awkward conversation for the time being. “Anne's laying down,” Lara reported to us, “she said no dinner, I think she is a bit nauseous, I got her a glass of water and told her to sleep, so I think its best if we don't disturb her.." Lara smiled at us and took her seat.

“Thank you Lara,” I said, “it was very kind of you to be so concerned for your new sister.” I smiled at my daughter, happy that she seemed to be adjusting quite well. One out of five isn’t too bad I suppose...

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

All in all dinner could have been worse. Though it could have been much better. Only Clay seemed to be holding out from joining the family gathering. The dinner seemed to be fairly pleasant until Anne rose to leave. Her excuses seemed disingenuine, but I could hardly call her on it, on the first night we ate with our new family. I would speak with her about it after dinner.

When Lara excused herself to go check on Anne, my heart swelled that the two new sisters seemed to be getting along so well. I resolved to thank Anne and Lara somehow for their willingness to accept each other. One problem solved, several more to go.

Then Serina piped up, with a half-smile on her face, "I must apologize for my son’s failure to join us, it’s really not like him to miss a meal.” While I understood her's sons reluctance. The young man needed to know that there were rules, and their breaking was not to be tolerated. Reading the meaning in my eyes, Serina added, "I will be sure to talk to him about it when I have the chance.”

"Thank you, Serina. It's not that I am some sort of tyrant, but this is Clay's first act of defiance and if we allow this, then it will only get worse as he tries to break away from me, from you, from anyone who might care about him."

Lara re-entered the room, fresh from talking with Anne, "...so I think its best if we don't disturb her." I nodded. Well, then I would speak to Anne about her behavior in the morning.

Serina thanked her daughter and I echoed the compliments. By then dessert had arrived and we all dug in. It was delicious and I was about to tell Pickering to tell Marie so, when I noticed that he had left. I called over to one of the other servants. "Please give Marie my highest compliments for the dessert, and find Pickering to tell him to come to me." The servant nodded and ran off. At just that moment, Pickering came back into the room. His feet were wet and he appeared damp as though he had been outside in the fog.

"Ahh, Pickering, let the kitchen know we are done with dinner. If Master Clay appears later, he is to be fed, but do not save the dessert for him, the remains of that are to be spread around the staff." Pickering nodded and left. "Lara, if you wish, the library has a large selection of books you may be interested in, the servants will show you the way. Or do whatever else you find interesting, this manor has many choices. There is a music room with many instruments, and there is a full supply of writing materials, also in the library. The servants will help you find whatever you may need. Serina, my dear wife, would you like to accompany me in a short stroll around the manor? It helps me digest and I would love your presence."

 

[warpedntwisted]

Hamish McDonald

"Why does it have to me?? Surely one of the senior representitives can go!. My God, Hastings has been dealing with the family for longer than I've been alive, surely he would be the better choice!!!" Hamish could not , for life of him, devine from his fathers closed set, cold as steel, expressionless eyes, the reason for this intrusion into his otherwise comfortable, self centered life.
That he had he not delved into the files of this, one of the the firms oldest and most private accounts, as he had been instructed to some time ago, was now coming back to haunt him "in spades", and he regretted that fact all the more for his father seemed to gain some private delight watching his son squirm under the pressure of responsibility.

Little did he know, nor could he, that this "inconvenience" would in fact be a major turning point in his life, and was the result of carefull planning on the part of two old friends, both of whom were wise in the ways of the world, and thus far successful in dealing with the pitfalls streune along the path.

There seemed no escaping it, and with the air of one who has just looked the hangman in the eye, Ham, as one and all had taken to calling him, quietly left his fathers office, silently plotting revenge on all and sundry, for slights real or imagined. It was not, he would later recall, a good day.

 

[Conquestia]

I smiled at my mother and the Baron and i sat to finish my desert. It was marvelous. Afterwards I was quite full, as the Baron gave me a list of choices I pondered them over and over in my head.
"I think I'll try the library.." I said, rising.

I wandered out, heading in the direction I believed the library would be found. Eventually I stumbled upon it, glancing through the books, picking one out. Wandering back towards my room i wondered where Clay had gone. I turned back towards the kitchen, glancing in at some of the servants. "Excuse me, Im sorry to interrupt, but would you happen to know where my brother is?"

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Serina Martyn

Dinner had been delicious, and dessert even more so. Having a full stomach seemed to help settle my nerves, that and the fact that Edward had also seemed to have relaxed a bit.

Edward instructed the butler to feed Clay if he chose to appear latter, but not to save any of the dessert for him. Pickering left, and Edward turned to Lara, giving her a list of options to hold her attention for the remainder of the night. She chose the library and walked from the room, leavening Edward and I alone.

"Serina, my dear wife, would you like to accompany me in a short stroll around the manor? It helps me digest and I would love your presence."

"I would love to," I replied, smiling as I removed my napkin from my lap and placed it back on the table. The servant girls had come to clear the table. "Oh my," I said as I glanced out the window, "It looks a little chilly out." I reached over, touching the arm of one of the girls to get her attention. "Excuse me, but would you mind running to my chambers and fetching me a wrap?" The girl nodded and took her leave, she shortly returned, handing me a light blue wrap that matched my dress. I smiled as I took it from her. "Thank you," I said, draping the wrap over my shoulders." I smiled, looking at Edward. "At your leisure my lord," I said with a curtsey, motioning towards the door."

 

[Zircon]

George

“…nothing but you and I…”

All inhibitions had disappeared. There existed nothing at the moment, except for the touch and kiss that joined them two. It was as if the world revolved around that single simple act. And for both of them, it did. George’s heart beat faster, but he felt it not. Only that the floodgates of his passion for her had been thrown open. The pining that had been hidden, unfulfilled for so long, were no longer so.

The candle, dancing in the gloom, illuminated his shadows as he fumbled for his clothes. Then a brief wind appeared, snuffing it out, plunging the room into darkness, aside from eerie glow of the mists outside. The peasant-brown breeches took a bit of effort to remove, even as his passion threatened to break out at the seams. His shirt lay crumpled on the floor when he proceeded to help her with her corset; the cords seemed to work against him. When at last, her full soft milky white breasts spilled out, released to breath freely.

Her breath came in heavy spurts, as did her soft moans, when he impishly took one nipple fully in his mouth. He sucked feverishly on it, sometimes sawing his teeth gently on it, sometimes just using his tongue to play. He let his fingers travel down her raven locks to her waist, even as he felt the smooth skin of her back. The touches that had seemed so commonplace when they were both younger were definitely different now, as he remembered the curvature of her spine.

He broke off the playing with her breasts as he sought her lips again. There would be time enough to pay due attention to the pert nipples. For now, her breath, and passion emanating from her lips called to him. It was a call that he could only obey too gladly. He opened his eyes in tiny slits, just enough for him to briefly see her entire countenance, before it rolled back.

His hands were busy with the intricate knots of her skirt. But finally, it too came loose to her ankles. The dreadful chill of the night and the mysterious mists that swathed the land, were banished when the two warms naked bodies came together. The first time that his body touched hers this way, he throbbed extremely violently. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he brought his painfully erect cock to the slit and entrance of her Secret Place. The feel of her pert nipples on his hairy chest was indescribable. He let her drape one leg over his, as he continued to taste her sweetness from her mouth. Rocking back and forth, barely imperceptibly, letting the wetness spread, he waited for the invitation. His breath now comes in the heavier spurts as well.

Hoarsely, he whispered, through the kiss, “…Anne… I love you… My Anne…”

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

I gathered Serina's arm into mine as we headed outdoors into the crisp cool air. The fog had rolled in and coated everything with its mysterious quality.

As we began to take my usual evening stroll around the manor, I acted as part tour guide, part love struck teenager. I don't know if it was the fog, the feeling of well-being after a good meal, or something else entirely, but at some point in between relating the tale of the ghost of the south tower, and pointing out the spot where I planned to start some rose gardens, it hit me.

I was married...again. She was here next to me and she was no wilted flower. It occurred to me suddenly how very lucky I had gotten in finding a beautiful woman. And also, quite suddenly, my oft-neglected lusts kicked in. I endeavored to hold her tighter and touch her more often as we continued our walk.

As we came around the front of the manor again, I could see that the chill of the night air was starting to get to Serina. "Let's head in here and warm ourselves by the fire in the library."

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

Anne knew now what she must do, though it was not so much a distinct thought, but an innate knowledge. The echo of a distant fact, ancient as time. She had to abandon herself now to chaos-- it was that or die. He was her breath. Only he understood her, only he could save her, his strength, his power, seeping into her. For only a split second, she was afraid of the chaos building inside her. Then she surrendered completely to to it, letting it seep through her veins, as sure as any medacine.

She raised her face and kissed the hard line of his jaw. She wrapped her arms about him and with sensuous abandon, crushed her breasts to his chest. She felt the firm buds of her rosebud nipples stiffen, begin to ache with her need for him, her blood heating, warmth rising to her pale skin in an excited flush. She was a virgin, and yet she now saw this as an inevitable end to the day, almost as if it were predestined. She did not fear.

Big hands came up and tugged at the small of her back, urging her hips forward until her body came in contact with his groin, firm and insistant against his breeches. She gasped, feeling his taut muscles jump even through the cloth of her soft velvet gown. She bit his shoulder, and he made a sound deep in his throat, a growling sound of hunger and pleasure whose effect roared through her body in a flood of sensation.

They pressed together for the longest time, touching and stroking and kissing. George slid the gown off of her franticly, exposing first her breasts, hips, thighs, the crimson velvet slipping to the floor, until Anne was exposed to her love, and the chill air of the loft, standing naked but for her riding boots. He seemed amused at this, but the glint in his eyes was soon replaced by a darker emotion as his eyes followed the wash of moonlight over her skin. As she kicked off the boots, he pulled her once more to him, seemed to trace a path with his tongue, pausing to savor the taste of her. His lips brushed her arms, along her collarbone, that soft indentation at the base of her throat.

In the near darkness, with the room lit as if by a distant chandelier from the muted full moon, they watched the changing expressions on one anothers faces. He crushed her breasts to his lips with so fierce an intensity that his suckling pulled at nerve strings all the way to her knees.

The world spun as his strong hands lowered her onto the bed, and it felt to Anne as if she was diving down into a blessed whirlpool of emotion and sensation, wanting to drown in everything that she now felt. She felt George spread her thighs with his until they encompassed his hips, and he pushed the length of his heated manhood against her sex, slick with desire. She trembled, grabbing hold of him. Her eyes closed, and she took a deep, shuddering breath asGeorge began to push himself against her with gentle rocking motions, the hard line of his cock slipping easily between and over the moist folds of her aching pussy.

His lips were pressed to hers as he spoke. “…Anne… I love you… My Anne…” The recognition of those words, further fanned the heat that was coarsing through her body, threatening now to burn her to the very bone.

“George... I am yours!” she gasped, her lips brushing against his as she now urged him. “I love you... George...” Her voice was languidly slow, as thick and encompassing as the fog that surrounded the stables. She pleaded urgently into his ear. “Claim me!”

With that, he shifted and plunged within her tight sex, pushing himself up inside her until there was nowhere left to go. For Anne, there was a sudden rush of pain from her groin, a tug and then a release, a moment of intense agony that she welcomed with all of her being. He moaned thickly as the hot walls of her sex enveloped his throbbing cock, ensconcing it in heat as he pierced her.

Annabelle's legs held him tight, and her hips urged forward, until they were as close together as two human beings could get. Pressing her lips to the hard line of his neck, she clung to him, tiny whimpers rising in her throat.

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Serina Martyn

The stroll around the manor had been quite nice. Edward told me all sorts of stories about the place, and seemed to be drawing closer to me as the walk progressed. It was as if he were still courting me, and I smiled to myself, letting myself forget all my worries for the time.

A cool breeze found it's way under my skirts and I shivered slightly, happy to see that we had reached the front of the manor.

"Let's head in here and warm ourselves by the fire in the library," Edward said as he lead me back into the manor. I expected him to let go of my arm once we were back inside, but he continued to hold on, and I found that I didn’t mind.

The warmth of the Library was comforting, I had thought Lara would be in here, but she had apparently taken her book else where to read it. Edward lead me to a sofa near the fireplace, I leaned in closer, my wrap falling off one shoulder. I closed my eyes and let the warmth flow over me.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

The Master's family had departed, and blasted Pickering had somehow managed to slip out without helping to clear up the mess, again. Natasha and the new girl were likely off in the kitchen, and Marie was left to clear up the supper table, by herself.

It was hot and stuffy in her thick jacket, and seeing no one else around she removed it, stripping down to her white short-sleeved underdress and skirt, rubbing her neck and sighing in relief as cool air his her shoulders and collar. Her black hair pinned up severely from her face and looped into a braid atop her head, tiny curled tendrils of hair stuck to her neck, a result of the heat in the kitchen. At least the dining room was not boiling hot... but Marie could not deny that at the moment a bath would be divine.

A candle in the centerpiece tipped over as a heavy dish tugged at the tablecloth. Sighing, with her hands on her slim corseted waist, Marie threw a cloth napkin at a plate in frustration, and bent over the table, reaching to upright it. Just then, she heard the noise of someone in the doorway...

 

[Zircon]

George

He pressed against the soft fold of the petals to her Secret Place, the moisture beckoning him forth into another world. Her smooth skin was like silk against his hard body, caressing him into oblivion. She had wrapped her legs around him, to prevent escape. But escape was the furthest thing from his mind. The small trickle of their passion soon became a flood, a wellspring from which signalled that each were ready for the next step.

“I love you, God, I love you... claim me!”

To him, the words broke through the cobwebs of his mind. He knew the end of the beginning had arrived. They were inevitably on a new journey now. He plunge forward, past the moist petals. He encountered a slight impediment, but with a little bit of extra effort, it crumbled to let him pass. Deeper now into the secret places which no man had ever been before. The soft interior undulations and tightness enfolded his cock fully and utterly. His mind was now reeling with a kaleidoscope of sensations, all unknown before this moment.

Automatically, his base animal instinct took over. Gently at first, he thrust, letting the bigger head of his cock feel every inner part as it traveled back and forth. Then, the inundations which could not be contained anymore, prompted him to increase the tempo. The entire length of his very hard cock felt the silky tightness, aided by their combined wetness.

He enveloped his hands around her head, his kiss as deep as his cock. His knees were mashed against the coarse bed covering, chafing the skin. But he cared not for the pain, only the extreme pleasure of the moment. His breaths quickened, the eyes rolling back up to the lids. Dignity was no longer the concern as his thrusts became less dignified. The inundations had now completely swept him away, a torrent from which there was no escape.

Harder, and ever deeper… And faster still…

His body glistened with tiny droplets of sweat in the cold night. It was not so far away when he felt his essence rising from his balls, rising to a finality waiting to be released like a torrential downpour.

“Ungh…”

And so he abandoned all. Thrusting ever harder… Faster… Deeper… And the groans became guttural, animalistic even…

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

Oh god... he was there, sinking into her, stretching urgently into depths that she hadn't known were there. Her brief flash of pain glided effortlessly into delicious friction that somehow quenched a great thirst that she had known for so long...

Anne cried out and lifted her hips at this transformation, urging them toward his own, arms wrapping around his shoulders, clutching at him with a sort of wild desperation. The bones of his hips pressed down painfully into her own. He rose and fell against her, grasping her mouth with his until she felt engulfed, bruised, possessed so fully that she felt one with him.

Through the haze of gathering ecstasy, Anne could swear that it was as if she were ascending stairs, a distict level upon level, climbing higher and higher, until she threatened to spill over the edge of some greight height. Her body shook with pleasure so deep and profound that it hurt. His voice urged her on, his urgent groanings filling the reaches of her body with liquid heat, until she was afraid that she would be overcome with the intensity of it all.

At this moment, it was not tenderness that she sought, and as if hearing her deepest thoughts, it was not what George gave her. He crashed against her, pinning her, crushing her, overwhelming her body and her senses with a fierce pleasure that soon spilled over, and then she did fall over the edge of her metaphorical stairs, crashing down onto the ground with a delicious ache.

His harsh gasps mounted into a primal growl as he plunged a final time, held rigid against her and then seemed to melt over, around and inside her. His heart thundered against her flattened breasts. She felt his sex shuddering and pulsing inside her, releasing hot seed into her aching womb. She thought that her own heart had probably stopped.

Anne drug her hands from his shoulders, up behind his head, and pulled him down to her breast, panting against the supple flesh, close. She ran her fingers through his hair like a mother, folding over the top of him. She buried her face into his hair, her warm breath catching in it, becoming hot.

At that moment, her heart could have stopped, and she would have died fulfilled.

 

[Subo97]

wood Barkely

The encounter with Ann had troubled Wood, she was like the ghost of her mother.Therewere far too many ghosts in the manor , and Wood was already too haunted as it was. Wood waited till the diner's had dispearsed before going back inot the manor to look for food. He watched the baron and his new lady walk around a bit, before returning, and Wood studiously avoided them.

Walking past the dining room, wood saw Marie, abandoned by her fellow servants. She seemed upset, perhaps because she was working alone. She had taken off her jacket, and Wood could not help but notice her small waist and sumptuous breasts, forced up by her corset, fine compliments to the sweet behind Wood had noticed earlier in the kitchen and many times before. Wisps of her black hair lay clinging to her neck, white, soft and inviting.

She stiffened, aware of his presence, so he spoke,"Care for some help, Marie? You seem to be abandoned"

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

Marie spun around, looking shocked, drawing a hand up modestly over her lush bosom as the large man entered the dining hall. She looked embarassed, her face flushed either from the heat or Wood's presance, though which was uncertain.

"Wood.." she gasped, her hand obstructing the view of her ample cleavage. "Why... I mean... what are you doing here?"

He stepped forward, his eyes seeming to roam over her entire body, drinking it in. She turned away from his gaze, grabbing a stack of dishes, and trying to look nonchaulant. With her back turned, she addressed him.

"If you wish to help, here are some heavier pots I can not manage as easily.." With that, she strode off to the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Wood laughed to himself at Marie's attempt to cover her luscious bosom with her small hand. Her breasts blushed bright red under his admiring stare. His eyes took in not only her breasts, rising and falling now in startlement, but her small waist and sensual hips as well. This was a flower that needed tending.

"I'd be happy to help," he said, picking up some of the heavier tableware in his big hands and following her to the kitchen, watching her delightful hips lead him on. She was no ghost, she was curvy and real, he smiled to himself, and besides, she had left her jacket in the dining room. He chuckled to think of her reaction once she remembered. Maybe he'd offer to help her with the dishes, The idea of her bending over the sink, her hips swaying and her ample bosom bouncing as she scrubbed was one vision not to be missed.

 

[Zircon]

George

For the briefest instant, it was as if time had stopped. And then, he felt his entire soul rushing deep into her. The flow of his seed could not be stopped, as his spine and back arched painfully, but pleasurably too. It was like falling over a waterfall for him. The torrent of his release coupled with hers, swept him over the abyss violently. As soon as it began, it abated. Like the calm waters after the waterfall and rapids. He felt like he was floating, up to the surface where the sunlight of his life called to him, to the surface where he can breathe normal again.

He felt her fingers through his hair, and her breaths, normal again as well, on his shoulders. They were content as can be. Nothing else in the world mattered, as it should be. Nothing else except the two, who had become one, just as Mother Nature had intended all along. Back to the earliest primal stage, she and him were swept back.

He laid a soft peck on the lips, followed by a nuzzle on the cheeks and neck. There were no more doubts that he loved her, not as a childhood friend, but something more profound and meaningful. He had finally admitted to himself all those suppressed feelings for her.

He rolled over and pulled the covers around them to ward off the chill. He motioned her to lay her head on his shoulders, unable to let go the magical moment that had just passed intimately just between the two of them. He wanted to cling on to that moment for the rest of his life.

“Anne, I love you,” he whispered.

Her hair smelled so fresh, as did the scent of their lovemaking. Her back was so smooth, as did her neck, as he wrapped his arms around her, to prepare for sleep to take them away to the sweetest dreams that he had ever known in his young life.

“…I love you…” Those particular words coming more easily for him now.

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

For some time, his spent body covered her limply, like a delicious blanket. No words passed between them, for there were none that needed to be said. The moment was perfect in its entirety.

When at last George drew back, rolling weakly over onto his back, Anne felt the rush of his seed spilling from her innermost places... and to her it was as if reaffirming a delicious and wonderful accomplishment. She exhaled slowly, enjoying the wetness between her thighs as she turned to lay her head down on his strong shoulder, a hand coming up to rest on his belly.

Words of love were passed between them, delicious grazing touches, and the warmth of their bodies combined under the shelter of a thin wool blanket. Her body pressed against his, she found a comfort unimaginable, losing herself in the soft rise and fall of his breath, as steady and sure as the ticking of a clock.

When at last Anne drifted off to sleep, she had no thoughts of the Manor whatsoever, nor returning to her room before her venture had been discovered.

Her dreams were of him.

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

Marie smiled to herself as she swayed her hips intentionally, her pert little ass wiggling as she walked. Strolling toward the kitchen, she knew that he could not see the wicked little smile on her face. Marie was no stranger to the lusts of men, for she was frequently an object of their desire-- and while she was inexperienced in the ways of the idea she flaunted, she was no stranger to getting men to do her bidding.

The kitchen was suprisingly empty... it seemed that Natasha had went elsewhere, and the new girl was likely lost. She sighed with a hint of exhasperation, and set a stack of plates down on a counter, turning to wood. Leaning back against the counter, she cast him her most becoming smile.

"Wood, would you be a dear, and fetch the rest for me?" Her sultry little lips formed a pout. "I've all these dishes to do... and I would like to get to sleep before midnight..."

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

Not finding Lara within the confines of the library, I brought Serina over to the sofa nearest the warmth of the fireplace. The servants had gotten it fired up which had cleared any chill from the room. As Serina sat down on the sofa, the glow of the fire brought her cheek alive with warmth. I sat beside her and was rewarded as she leaned over into me.

Her eyes were closed, but I studied each detail of her face. Yes, I had made a rare discovery. How was it that I had missed this beauty before? The flickering lights of the room drew fiery patterns upon her lips. As a man entranced, I drew close to those lips and slowly, ever so slowly, I leaned in to taste the nectar of her sweetness.

The fire was soon only a secondary source of warmth.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Wood laughed. "Playing the coquette, are we? How quickly a country girl picks up on gentry ways" he walked up to Marie as she leaned against the counter and, placing his hands on the counter beside her hips, leaned his face into hers.

"Well, I'll be glad to help you, work is work, and I've done harder, no sense in letting a pretty girl turn into a drudge, just because the rest of the staff is playing layabout." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked back at him. Wood let his eyes drop, taking in her graceful neck and sumptuous breasts. "Perhaps, " he said, raising his finger to touch the tiny button at the top of her cotton chemise, "perhaps you and I can share some of the dessert when we're done." Wood smiled and kissed the tip of her nose as he turned to gather the dishes, She was a lovely girl, perhaps not too experienced, but new flowers needed to be tended right if the beauty of their petals was to be enjoyed.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Thomas Blackwood, Earl of Dark Moor:
OOC: Thank you Victoria.*ss*
If my use of titles and their locations is in error forgive a "Colonial Yank" *g*.

Thomas Blackwood, the Earl of Dark Moor; Major, Retired, British Army:

Age: 38

Physical description: A bit over 6 feet tall. Muscular in a lithe way. His black hair, with a touch of grey at the temples and in his beard, is about shoulder blade length when not in a short knout at the back of his neck. Eyes are a pale grey and very intense. He has a scar on his right cheek from the corner of his eye down into his neatly trimmed jaw line beard from his military service, where he attained the rank of Major before retiring to take over the family holdings.

Temperament: An intense man in many ways he does try to be fair and at least reasonably kind to those he deals with, especially the help and staff. He does laugh and does have a sense of humor, but it rarely shows in public unless he's in the company of close friends.
He has his set rules and ways and expects them to be followed. If they aren't he has ways to show that it would be for the best if they were. Generally, this is only necessary one time.

Accomplishments/Abilities: The Earl is a skilled duelist and served with distinction in the military where he was awarded several decorations for bravery in battle.(Unfamiliar with the British medals other than the Victoria Cross and that would be 'presumptious' as it's the same as the American Medal of Honor so I didn't list any in particular) He likes to hunt his lands and manages them very well, hence the family has a good income from them and his business dealings/investments. He is a skilled horseman and outdoors man when time permits.

Misc: The Earl is the second cousin of the Baron. Their estates are far enough from each other that visits are infrequent, but do happen. They are also business partners, in a fashion, as both use the services of the noted firm of MacDonald, Halston, Sawley, Intl Traders, LTD, and have invested in ventures together.
He is a widower, his wife died three years ago in a coach accident, and has an eye for the female form as some of his staff can attest. He also has a 'darker' side from things he encountered and became involved in while in the Far East on military service.

If all find this acceptable I will begin to post to the storyline/thread. *s
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IC:

(Just in case as an intro into the story)

A missive arrives at the Baron's residence to inform him that his second cousin, Thomas Blackwood, will be arriving within a short time for a visit bearing wedding gifts. However, if it's inconvenient please let the messenger know and the gifts will be forwarded and a visit scheduled to meet the new Baroness and family for another time.

 

[MissVictoria]

Esmond Pickering

With purpose, Pickering strode from the Master's Study. He had already had the late-arriving courrier's ears boxed, and sent away without the hospitality of water and a meal.

It was a missive from the Baron's cousin, Thomas Blackwood, Earl of Dark Moor. The Master would be upset if he did not recieve it immediately.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

The letter says that unless he hears before the Earl and the gifts will arrive on the morrow.

 

[MissVictoria]

(Originally posted by PhoenixPrime to the wrong thread)

Thomas Blackwood:

I encounted the messenger on the road between my last overnight stop and Windswept Heights. The delay was unavoidable and I could see that Pickering had already taken care of any punishment that may have been warranted.

I read the reply telling me to come on to visit with a smile. Turning in my saddle to the coachman I told him that I'd see him at the manor and not to dely.

I rode off leaving the coach bearing the gifts and the outrider/guard to make their way at their best speed. I was determined to beat the threatening storm.

After a two hour ride I slowed as I approached the portico over the front door of Windswept Manor taking in the buildings and the grounds.

I wondered who would greet me. Would it be the venerable Pickering, my cousin, his new wife, one of her children or one of the servants.