Stormswept Heights

[papillon24]

Natasha

I start to unpack the thing from his bags and watch carfully as he cleans.

"Natasha, come here. Wash off my back for me. I can't reach it all."

Slowly I move over towards him reaching carefully around him to take the cloth from the bowl or water. I reach up having to streach a bit as I rub him with the cloth wiping the wear of the road from his tired muscles. When finished I set the cloth back into the bowl and dry his back witht he towel next to the bowl.

"All finished sir. I should get back to the kitchen and attend to things there is that is all you need till your bags arrive"

I remember the way my mother would talk of him before her death. The things she would say of him and the long nights she spent in his room during his visits made me wonder aout him and fear him a bit. I held my ground and did not bolt from the room awaiting his reply for any needed thing. I had to keep this job and not be turned out to the street and the tavern.

 

[Xantham]

Baron

As Master Thomas excused himself to go freshen up, I tended to the same thing myself. I reached my room and stepped in as Serina was changing her clothes with the servant's help.

"Though I appreciate the scene, my lovely wife, I'll leave you to finish that, while I check in on Anne this morning."

I moved down the hall and made my way to the other bedchambers, until I arrived at Anne's door. Knocking gently, I called in, "Anne, are you awake, yet. We need to talk."

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

There was a knock on the door.

"Anne, are you awake, yet? We need to talk."

It was her father. Combing her fingers franticly through her hair, Anne tried to straighten the dishevelled mess, plucking bits of straw from the raven tresses. "Yes, papa..." she called , rushing to remove the evidence of her night in George's loft. "Just one second---"

But it was too late. The Baron had opened the door and stepped into her room. While the majority of straw was plucked from her hair, she was still in a state of undress, wearing only her corset and cotton shift, skirts heaped upon the ground.

She gasped softly, but straightened her posture, turning to face her father, trying to ignore the ackwardness of the situation. The morning light from her window shone upon the upper portions of her full breasts, shadows emphasizing their delicious cleave.

"Yes, Papa? What do you need?" She swallowed hard. Perhaps he just wanted to know if she was feeling well.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Now quite yet Natasha," I say as I walk to the bed and sit down again.

"Since you've laid out my other attire assist me in changing. My boots first of course, "I say as I extend a leg so you can straddle it and pull the boot from my foot and calf.

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Serina Martyn

I was dreaming of our old townhouse in London, making supper as I waited for Nathaniel to come home. There was a knock at the door, I walked down the hallway, wondering who it could be. Maybe Nathaniel had locked himself out? I opened the door to find Edward there. He was my husband, but not my husband.

"Serina, there's a visitor at the door,” he said. I half woke, confused by the sentence in the context of my dream. “Why don't you head up to our room and change for the day, while I go find out who is calling." I sat up, half nodding, trying to remember where I was.

I called for a servant as I left the room, then made my way up to my room. Still being in such a groggy state, I lost my way once, but noticed soon enough as to not get myself too lost. The dream was fading, but I was left with an empty feeling, as if I were still waiting for Nathaniel to appear. Shortly after I entered the room, there was a light knock on the door. It was the same servant girl from the night before. As she was helping me undress, Edward entered the room, the servant girl jumped, I simply looked up, meeting his eyes, making no move to cover myself.

"Though I appreciate the scene, my lovely wife, I'll leave you to finish that, while I check in on Anne this morning." I nodded and he turned, leaving the room. After the girl had finished removing my gown, I requested a bath. She nodded and began filling the tub with boiling water from the pots that hung in ready over the near by hearth. She excused herself to go fetch some cold water to even out the temperature, the room had been kept warm enough from the heat of the fire that I felt no need to cover myself.

I ran my hands over my body, happy to be free of the restricting garments. I winced as my hand met one of the many angry red dents left in my skin from having worn my corset the entire night. I couldn’t believe that I’d fallen asleep there in Edward’s arms. Maybe I was more comfortable with him than I’d thought. I touched my lips, remembering the gentle kiss from the night before.

I guess our falling asleep would at least dispel some of the awkwardness of our first night together. I smiled to myself as I took down my hair, brushing it out. The maid returned and finished filling the tub.

“Is there anything else I can do for you my lady?” She asked, her eyes lowered.

“Yes,” I replied, “I’ve yet to hear your name.” She looked up then, as if no one had ever asked her name before.

“It’s Elizabeth ma’am,” her eyes again feel to the floor, and her voice was barely audible.

“Well, thank you for everything Elizabeth, you may go now.” She nodded and exited the room. What an odd girl, I thought. I wasn’t used to people cowering around me like she did. I hadn’t encountered many maids in my life time though.

“Oh well,” I mumbled to the empty room as I slowly lowered myself into the hot bath water, “I suppose I’ll have to do something about that.” I closed my eyes and let the water work on my tired body.

 

[Zircon]

George

George rode hard. Harder than he had ever pushed Willow before. Today was not the day to be idling about in slow canters. Market Day would start early, and he was already late. He fervently prayed all the way that the nice chestnut Colt would be still on the auctioning block. Lord Stillworth had promised the Baron to withhold the colt until George had a chance to examine it.

The cold wind was mussing up his hair, but he cared not, as it reminded him of the events of last night. He remembered vividly her fingers through his locks, the softness and swell of her breasts against his hard chest. It was a magical night, stamped forever in his memory. The rough path soon turned cobblestones as the edge of town came into view. It had been a while since he was in town and attending the Market. He remembered the last time he was with the Baron and he got Wind Soarer.

There were still throngs of people this late in the morning. It had an almost a fair-like atmosphere Farmer’s William’s barn, where the auction was being held. On the way, he saw some nice Welsh Cobs. Children of course were endlessly fascinated with the animals.

The colt was a beauty, with very good conformation. The Baron should be pleased with the purchase. George chafed at the delay in the transaction, but Lord Stillworth would not confirm the sale until in the morn, which meant that George had to stay overnight at local inn.

He sat, desolate drinking the bitter ale, as he contemplated the about his dilemma with Anne and her father. He wanted of course to marry her, but her father would of course be totally against the idea. He knew somehow that he needed a title or at least a parcel of land to be able to support Anne. And so he mused deep into the night…

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

After knocking, there was a mumbled answer, but I had heard movement in the room, so I proceeded to enter. Little did I know, I was in for quite a shock as I entered. Anne was still in a state of undress, wearing only her corset and cotton shift, skirts heaped upon the ground. Her long legs were partially visible under the shift and the corset only emphasized her bosum.

She turned to face me. "Yes, Papa? What do you need?" The bluntness of the question snuck up on me. I had been lost in reveries of memory. Anne looked much like her dearly departed mother. Slowly the two images that I had received so far this morning; Serina undressing, and Anne in a state of undress, became as one image. And it took vital seconds of my consciousness to wipe the image of Anne undressing from my mind's eye.

"I..uh..I wanted to talk to you about..uh..your sudden disappearance last night..from the dinner table." I had trouble forming coherent words at first, but I pulled it together. As my mind cleared certain little clues began to reveal themselves. The bed lacked the rumpledness that a full night's sleep would have given it. I looked at the skirts pooled on the floor. They were just being removed, not put on.

Anne caught the motion of my eyes and she fidgeted nervously. I slowly walked over to her. "Your new mother and I accidently fell asleep down in the library last night and so are just removing yesterday's clothes even now. Perchance you could tell me why you are doing the exact same thing?"

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Wood rose early as always, the best time to work the ground was before the heat of the day had driven off the morning dew. On his way to the kitchen, he was amused to see young Ann scramble across the lawn and climb up a makeshift ladder to her room. George would have something new to tell his mama.

In the kitchen, wood helped himself to bread, cheese and fruit for the day, wrapping it in his bandana for later. Marie avoided his eyes, her cheeks flushed, but Wood managed to catch her eye long enough for a wink and a smile, then laughed and headed for the garden. Today was a good day for trimming the Baron's hedge maze. The maze stood in the formal gardens behind the mansion, an intricate weave of hedges, dead ends, and false trails to amuse the gentry, filled with benches and statues of Venus and Eros, the seclusion a perfect spot for many a tryst.

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

Dear lord, help me! she silently pleaded.

"Of course, Papa..." she said quickly, with her sweetest smile. "You see... I felt so ill last night, that I couldn't possibly take off my clothing by myself... far too weak, you see... so... I simply slept in my clothing." She coughed into a small fist before she continued.

"And I did have an excellent sleep, Papa, quite... I feel much rejuvinated!" Her hands were fidgiting in front of her stomach, toying with a ribbon that hung down from the low neckline of her shift.

Annabelle eyed the Baron, praying that he would accept the explanation. He stood tall and stiff before her, an ackward expression on his face. She decided to play the part of the loving daughter to soften him.

Stepping forward, Anne wrapped her arms about the Baron's neck in an embrace, pressing her forehead against his neck and squeezing him gently. "I love you, papa. Thank you so much for being worried... I assure you, I am quite better!"

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

Marie was up before the first streaks of sunlight dotted the sky, for today was bread day, and she would be making enough to last for an entire week. As the scent of fresh bread rose from the kitchen and throughout the house, other servants were waking up to start their day. The scent was soothing, and calm, and it put Marie into a dreamlike state as her hands dug into the puffing dough that she was kneading.

Her thoughts were of Wood. How his hands had felt on her arms last night. How his breath had felt near his ear. How his fingers had touched the tiny tendrils of hair at her neck. And the words that he had spoken to her from the other side of her closed door.

Her face had grown incredibly hot as Wood has passed by, collecting his meal before setting off to tend to the gardens. He had caught her glance just once before he departed, casting her a mischevious wink and a smile, before laughing and heading out the door. The action frustrated her, beyond all belief! He truly did see her as a little girl!

She continued with her work. There was something about baking bread. Something about the act and smell of it... The finely ground wheat, the white milk, the yellow butter, the egg, oval and brown. The yeast smelled of sex and life. The mixing and kneading, the thrusting of her hands were like the gentle agressions of copulation.

She found her thighs moist, slipping against each other as she worked. The heat of the kitchen enveloped her, making tiny beads of sweat across her forehead, lip and neck. She just wanted release. Release from the heat, release from how she felt, release from everything...

 

[Beethoven'sFire]

Marie

The heat was getting to her. It was like nothing that Marie had ever experienced -- the uncomfortable heat seemed to come not from just the kitchen stoves, but from within herself as well. Dusting her flourey hands on her apron, she decided to pause and drink a glass of water.

The water wasn't cold, but it was cool, and felt delicious sliding down her throat. Tilting her head back, Marie brought the mug of water to her neck, pressing it there. Knowing that the pantry was cooler, she set off toward it, knowing the exact path toward it without having to open her eyes.

The air there was remarkably cooler. Marie sat down on a sack of wheat and let her feet rest. Her feet felt pinched in her tight leather halfboots. Leaning back against the wall with the mug still pressed to her neck, she felt much relieved... but there was still something burning inside her.

Damn him! she thought. She hadn't been able to get him out of her mind all morning. And it was so hot. And there was this slickness between her thighs. So hot.

Lifting up her skirts and fanning them, Marie decided to let a little air peek up underneath them. Closing her eyes and enjoying the cool air, she did not notice consciously that with every fanning motion she was lifting her skirts higher and higher...

She was thinking of him again. By the time she realized that she was touching herself, Marie was beyond the point where she wanted to stop.

Her hand was where his should have been, tracing small lines up her thighs, brushing over her clit. Her messy hands left traces of flour on her thighs.

Toying with herself in this way, Marie leaned to the right over a few other sacks, and found herself half-sitting, half-laying on her side, one leg bent at the knee, high and spread wide. If only she could have felt his lips on hers, his hands carressing her body, spreading her legs for her as wide as they could go!

She found her fingers creeping past her clitoris, brushing over its erectness. Sliding one finger between her labia, Marie was encouraged by its succulence. A rich musky smell was rising from between her heated legs, trapped in the small pantry, wetness tainting her fingers as she began to smear her abundant juices across her sex.

She pursed her lips and moaned quietly. Her heart beat began to quicken as her finger began to trace around the tender entrance of her burning hot cunt.

Marie was lost in the feeling of this when she heard the oven door open and then shut. It took her a split second to recognize the sound, and her predicament, and she immediately threw down her shirts, standing. A thousand curses rang in her mind and she adjusted her clothing, and stepped out to see who had interrupted her.

The new girl, Elizabeth, was in the kitchen, peeking into the ovens. Frustrated, Marie snapped at the girl. "If you are so interested in the bread, perhaps you would care to make the rest of it yourself." With that, she ripped off her apron, and flung it at the girl.

She had to get outside. It was so hot. Damn him!

Once outside, she paced, relieved somewhat by a cool breeze that was blowing. She found herself unconsciously walking off toward the maze of hedges, where her innermost mind knew she would find her release.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I walked over to where he sat and straddled over his extened leg with my back to him. I gave a sigh as I leaned over to remover his left boot being careful as not to hurt him in my attempt. then the next. I started to stand and turn to leave.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Now the rest of my clothing Natasha.
Then you may give me a massage as I lay on the bed. The ride was a long one and it would feel wonderful.
I'm waiting little Natasha."

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I turned back at his request staring sharply at him. "Sir, I really and not too good with filling that type of request and really I should be going. The barron will have a fit if I don't have the meals ready on time." I stood strong wanting to go and needing to go, but there was something about him that intrigued me and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"I see.
I wonder how 'happy' the Baron, my cousin, will be if I must tell him that Natasha, one of his staff, refused to assist me as I requested.
I won't force you Natasha. The choice of obeying or not is yours; however, know that if the Baron deems you should be punished for disobedience then I will ask him to permit me to choose and administer it.

Still facing you I begin to loosen the belt on my riding breeches as I watch you and wait to see what you decide to do, obey or leave me.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Wood was trimming the maze in one of the dead ends used to confuse those who walked it. Nothing real challenging to working people, he thought, though some of the aristocratic twits might have some trouble with it. The dead end had a small bower, covered with honeysuckle where wanderers in the maze could sit and relax, perhaps to avoid the rain, perhaps to woo their lady loves. There was a plinth nearby with a statue of Venus, one hand in her hair, one hand on her full breasts, her toga sliding off her hip. The statue reminded
Wood of Marie and the full breasts he had held in his hands the night before. The girl had been ready but not willing and taking a woman against her will was gentlemanly behavior and Wood was no gentleman. The son of an Irish whore can never be a gentleman, that title is bestowed, not earned,but he can be a man.

Hearing footsteps, Wood turned to see Marie turn the corner of the maze. At first he thought she was angry, her eyes blazed, her chin was thrust forward in determination and her fists were clenched, but on second glance he noted determination, not anger. "Hello, darlin'," he smiled, "what brings ya into my realm this grand and glorious mornin'?"

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I winced as his words of the punishment and telling the barron.

I walked back over to where he stood near the foot of the bed and unhooked the belt. Mybreathing was heavy in anger and intrigue and caused my full breasts to rise and fall slowly.

Then something came over me as my hands took control. They started to wander along his chest and up over his strong shoulders.

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

"I love you, papa. Thank you so much for being worried... I assure you, I am quite better!"

Anne's excuse, as usual, was obviously invented to try to coerce him into letting her get away with it. Her grandiose hug was naught but a calculated move. But for all this knowledge, Edward was still caught in an embarassing situation. The sight of his daughter, half-undressed, had reminded Edward of her mother which had raised some dormant feelings. While across the room, these feelings were easily stifled, but now with his daughter pressed up against him, he was dangerously close to losing his propriety.

Needing a change of environment, Edward thought quickly. "I think this is the perfect occasion to include your new step-mother in matters of family. Let us go speak to her."

The heat of his brain causing him to think far less than clearly, Edward grabbed Anne's hand and began leading her to his chambers. "But, papa, I'm not hardly dressed, let me put on some..."

"Don't worry, we haven't seen Clay since he disappeared yesterday. And Pickering is running an errand for me, so there aren't any eyes to worry about here in the family's quarters. Besides which, I want Serina to see what I saw to get her opinion on the matter."

By this time they had arrived at the Baron's door. Pushing the door open, Edward led Anne in and then closed the door behind them. "Serina?"

"In here, Edward."

Edward had forgotten in his hurry and confusion what Serina had been doing when last he left her and as he brought Anne into the adjoining chamber he was startled to realize that Serina lay fully unclothed in the bathtub.

This was the first time that Serina's body was so revealed to Edward that he could drink in the beauty of her. He completely forgot that he was holding tightly onto Anne's wrist until Serina noticed both of them. "Edward?!"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

I stand and watch as you make your decision. As you approach me I smile down into your eyes and when your undressing begins to include caresses and your full breasts begin to rise and fall more rapidly the smile grows wider and warmer.

"Mmmmm, that feels simply delightful Natasha. Do continue with both please. I do so enjoy your caresses and if you finish undressing me there will be so much more of me for you to caress, now won't there be little one?"

My hands now move to you and I begin to caress you as lightly and softly as you are caressing me. Your upper arms, your sides and naturally the outer sides of your lush breasts, to your hips and back up again.

My lips feel suddenly dry so as I look into your eyes, capturing and holding them as we caress and your other hand continues to undress me, I lick them... slowly, sensually and even a bit lewdly.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

A shiver runs through my body as his hands start to carees my body gently undressing me as he does. My hands wander his body as I make my way to his trousers sliding them from his hips to the floor letting his stand before me compleatly revealed.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

I watch as you unfasten my riding breeches and slide them over my ass. My now hardening cock is freed and you may watch as it rises to fully erect.

As you're looking down, so am I. Down onto the tops of your lust breasts. I begin to untie the top of your blouse and when there's no protest continue by sliding the sleeves down your arms, fingernails lightly scratching as I do.

Once they're free of your arms I pull the bottom from within your skirt and pull it over your head so you stand in just your skirt.

My hands capture your breasts and give both a light squeeze as thumb and forefinger pinch your nipples lightly making them harden so I may roll them.

"Mmmm, Natasha is a well endowed little one isn't she?" I ask a smile in my voice.

My hands slide down your bare sides to encircle your waist and pull your breasts against my bare chest and I unfasten the back of your skirt and hold it up.

Stepping back again I release it and let it drop to a pool of cloth around your feet. Then stand there looking up and down your naked body. A body I will soon be enjoying fully.

"Delightful and delicious Natasha. You are a lovely young woman and just made to pleasure a man."

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

The feel of my clothing sliding over my body sent a slight shiver through my body. His hands dore my body crazy with desire but I tried to push back a bit in protest. A slight pulse ran the course of my body at the feeling of his fingers pinching my nipples.

"Delightful and delicious Natasha. You are a lovely young woman and just made to pleasure a man."

I looked up at him as his arms wrapped around my waist pulling my against his tall frame.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

The tip of my hard shaft nuzzles it's way through the soft, curly hair covering your pussy lips. Slowly it parts them to slide down your slit. Over your hardening clit all the way until the shaft is fully between your legs, past your crinkled ass hole and the head is resting against the underside of your ass cheeks. Now we stand pressed tightly together as one of my hands presses your back and the other cups and pulls your ass so we're as close as we can be.

"Mmmm, Natasha, you feel wonderful. Your breasts on my chest are so full and firm, their nipples hard and poking against me.
The heat of your cunny on my cock is so arousing and I can even feel your wetness increasing as it begins to coat me Natasha.
Do you like what you're feeling little one?"

 

[Zircon]

George

The bonfire lit up the evening sky, drowning the stars that came out to watch over the lands. The flames danced on the barn walls, much like the crowd dancing to the music, the culmination of today’s Market Day. From his seat, the happy faces on these people did not mirror his. A deep crease on his brow marred his otherwise calm face. The night was young; barely the sun had set when the celebrations began. The food was filling, much more that George had anticipated.

As always, the picture of Anne imposed on his concentration. There was little he could do to dispel it, even if he had wanted to. Which of course, he did not want to. He was surprised at how vividly he remembered every little detail of her. The small, barely imperceptible mole on her earlobe, and the small scar on her neck. And how he would love to kiss the earlobe and neck again.

He grabbed a mug of warm ale and left the inn, walking towards the church. The noise from the celebratory crowd was getting to be a bit unbearable. The churchyard was much quieter, which allowed him to relax just a little bit. He knew that he was not in the mood for dancing and drinking. The moon lit his path to where his mother was buried. There was still no headstone; the only marker existed in George’s mind. It took only a while to clear the weeds and place some flowers on the ground.

“Good evening, mother. The stars and moon are beautiful tonight. I wish you could still be here with me, watching the night sky. Happy birthday, mother, if I haven’t said it before…” George drank his ale in one long gulp. The warm liquid quickly coursing through his body, and soon he did not feel the chill coming from the moors.

“Mother, I’ve met someone. Someone that has taken away my heart and soul. You would’ve been proud of her if you could see her now, and know who she is. She has grown up to be quite a woman, I’d say. I wish you could be here to meet her, and love her as I love her.”

The mists from moors, creeping close to ground, rapidly enclosed around him, as he prepared to go back to the inn. In his hand, he held the locket that was his mother’s only possession. The front and back was unadorned, but inside held a secret, which could either destroy him or make him anew. He gripped it tight, not knowing what the secret was, only that it was passed onto him from his mother just before she died.

“Good night, mother. I love you.”

Tomorrow, when he returned to the Heights, he had no way of knowing that he would begin the first steps of his destiny…

 

[goddess_euphoria]

Serina Martyn

I lay back in the tub, letting the hot water soothe the kinks that I acquired from sleeping in such an awkward position. I close my eyes and wonder what my first day in the manor will be like. I hear the door open and shut, then Edward’s voice, “Serina?"

"In here, Edward," I reply, my eyes still closed. I hear footsteps, then opening my eyes as I realize there’s more than one pair. I’m shocked to see Edward standing there, gripping Annabelle’s wrist. I grab a nearby towel, pulling it over my bare chest, “Edward?!" My voice came out strangely high pitched, and I watched as Edward’s expression melts from one of stern determination to a odd combination of shock, confusion and lust.

I looked to Annabelle, who’s eyes I caught for a brief moment before they quickly fell down to the floor. It was then I noticed she was only wearing a corset and cotton shift. Her cheeks were flushed dark crimson, though she made no effort to free herself from her father’s grasp. Edward still stood there, staring for what seemed like forever, he opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, then closed it before anything came out. My first reaction was outrage, but upon seeing how vexed Edward seemed, I changed my mind.

“Please turn around so I can get out of the tub.” He complied instantly, swinging Annabelle around with him, still clenching her wrist. He noticed then he still had a hold of her, and released his grip. I climbed out of the tub, wrapping a robe around myself. I watched the two out of the corner of my eye as I did so, wondering what was going on.

I noticed Annabelle had crossed her arms, her hands moving up and down her arms as if she were trying to warm her self. I took another robe from its hook and walked over to them, draping the robe over her shoulders as I passed. She looked at me strangely, but seemed appreciative as she covered her self with it. I made my way to an arm chair next to the hearth, stirring the fire before I sat. I took a seat and arranged my robe around me, then turned my attention to the pair.

“Now would one of you care to tell me what this is all about?”