Stormswept Heights

[papillon24]

Natasha

The heat from him there drove my mind wild as he pulled my so close. I wrapped my arms around him so I would not fall.
I could feel my body now out of my own control as my slit started to moisten around him.

"Do you like what you're feeling little one?"

I heard his voice in my ear.

"Yes, I like it very much." I felt helpless in his arms as he toyed with my.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Hearing your heated reply I take very small steps backward until I feel the bed on the backs of my legs. Then, still holding you to your breasts are flattened to my bare chest and my cock is as deeply between your legs as is possible while standing, I just fall backward taking you with me.

We land on the soft feather mattress and I roll to my side so we're on our sides. The arm under your side and around your back lets go and is pulled out from underneath your body.

Moving my upper body a bit so there's a bit of space between us I use the now free hand to freely fondle and caress both of your breasts and play with your nipples.

"Does little Natasha want more? Is this exciting you Natasha, making your cunny twitch and tighten," I ask as I pinch a nipple, twist and tug on it.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I feel our bodies fall together on the matress. the heat that rises through me as he plays with my body is so intense. A gasp escapes my lips as he tugs at my already hardened nipples.

"Yes sir. i need more." I let my hands fall upo his chest as he tys a bit more with me

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

A hand encircles the base of one breast. When it's wrapped around it I squeeze until it digs into the firm breast meat and hold the pressure. Your breast slowly begins to turn red and swell. Your nipple grows and swells also as the trapped blood makes both expand and become even more sensitive.

"This is one of the things I learned in the Far East Natasha. I do hope it makes your lovely breast even more sensitive as it's supposed to."

Then I use my beard to tickle all of the swollen and harder tit and nipple before sucking the nipple into my mouth so my tongue can circle it, lightly rubbing it's side as I lick your crinkled areolea.

My free hand takes hold of one of yours and slowly moves it to your pussy and presses it there before moving to fondle and play with your other teat.

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

"I do not know what this is about..." Anne spoud aloud, cutting through the ackward silence. "Papa seems to think that something is amiss, but I can assure you that it is not."

She clutched the robe about her form, grateful for its cover. Clutching the cloth together at her neck, she looked down at the floor, a tinge of pink rising across her cheeks.

They can't know about George... if they find out... they will send him away!

Thoughts quickly flooded through Annabelle's head, as she sought an excuse. But what? Should I simply refuse to speak? Can I continue to hide my feelings for George?

It was not in Anne's nature to refuse discussion with her father, but at this moment she felt she had no other choice. And so she ran.

Her footsteps echoed in the hall, as the Baron sat stunned.

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

Edward looked at the retreating form of his daughter and then turned to his wife, Serina. "Well, that put the nail in the coffin. To be honest, I was flustered earlier and hadn't a real clue as to what was going on, but such behavior is not like her and would seem to indicate a bigger problem than I thought. Would you like to go after her, or shall I?"

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

The heat swells through my body as he sucks on my swollen teet. My hands playfulle dance though his hair tring to pull more of him closer. I feel his other hands play with my pussy . I can feel myself start to wetten as he teases. My mind is spinning at every touch.

"Please sir, I need more" The words escaped my lips between my heavy breaths in a hushed wisper.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lifting my head from where I'm licking, sucking and lightly biting, "Oh you do, do you? Little Natasha's quite the wanton littl wench isn't she? She a lovely and desirable and passionate little slut it seems, isn't she?" I say with a smile so you know no insult is intended by what I've called you.

I briefly kiss your lips and lick them before beginning to lick my way down your body while my hands fondle and squeeze your teats and hard, hard nipples.

My tongue rims your navel, as it soon will other places. Then as your tummy is twitching I lick lower still and blow down the legnth of your pussy slit ruffling the light fur covering your nether lips and the tip of the hard clit peeping from between them.

Looking up past where my hands play with your teats into your eyes I say sofly, "Pinch your lips Natasha and spread them wide for me. Open yourself and show your sweet cunny to me sweet little slut and I'll lick and kiss it for you... and much more, so long as you obey me without question."

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

At his words my hand found it's way down passed the fur of my pussy and gently spread my lips for him. I couldn't stop. the way his voice comanded my made me want more. I did not mind serving him. The barron gave me no choice really.

"Please, let me serve you sir"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

"Oh, Natasha indeed you will. Very well and very intimately I assure you.
Your mother taught me some things when I was a lad. I learned much more in the Far East and Natasha if you please me I will introduce you to them. They will take you places you can't imagine and have you screaming and begging for more."

When I've finished speaking softly I move so I'm laying between your splayed legs and begin to devour you like a starving man at a banquet.

Your pussy lips are licked one at a time. Your slit is lapped from bottom to top over and over and you can hear and feel me sucking the juices from your flowing cunny every time my lips reach it.

My hands lift to your lush, firm, heavy breasts and the fingers sink into your tit flesh as I knead and squeeze them both. Every time my fingers let go to move else where on your heaving breasts my palms rotate on your hard nipples rubbing and twisting on their tips. Then my fingers dig into your firm flesh again.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

Moans from my lips echoed though the room as he ate away at me . the way his tonge dance along my slit and lips I couldn't help but to arch my back in pure extacy. then his words hit me

"Your mother taught me some things when I was a lad" I proped myself up in shock. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"My mother!" I exclained "what wa that bout my mother" suddenly realizing I had just disobeyed. "I'm sorry sir, but your words came as a surprise"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

I ignore her question and instead of replying my lips encircle her hard clit and it's sucked into my mouth. My teeth peel back it's protective hood bareing it to my tounge. I flick it hard and fast as my teeth grip it's base tight enough it should be just on the edge of pain to Natasha.

My hands grip and twist her breasts adding just a bit of pain before I return to kneading and squeezing and begin to play with one nipple and then the other pinching and rolling, twisting, tugging each of them as the other tit is fondled and squeezed, twisted and caressed by my fingertips and lightly scratched by my nails.

My lust and need to fill Natasha's cunny is growing but I restrain myself, for now.

 

[papillon24]

Natasha

I fling my body back as he continues with the motions of his tongue. The pain then extream sensitivity in my breats set my mind ablaze. My free hands finds it's way to the back of his head coaxing him to do more. My fingers dance through his hair and along his ear.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Thomas Blackwood:

Slowly, very slowly I drag my teeth up your clit, lightly 'scraping' it, stretching it as the tip of my tongue rubs on it's very tip.

When my teeth slip off the tip my tongue flicks back and forth down your slit as I grow closer and closer to your honey hole. My tongue circles it, teasing and tormenting you. When my tongue reaches the bottom it slides lower and licks and teases your nether hole. A place that's probably never been touched because most think it's 'dirty', but in the East I learned it can be the seat of tremendous pleasure.

Back to your cunny again to suck and drink then, without warning, it's stabbed into you and licks and wiggles as your nipples are twisted and tugged lightly as if I'm milking your teats.

 

[MissVictoria]

Anne Martyn

Anne knew that the Baron's probing would eventually lead to the discovery of her feelings for George. She also knew that when that happened, he would be beaten, cast out of the manor, or worse.

Pacing the floor of one of the guest bedrooms, Anne tried to decide her best course of action. Was there a lie that existed in the recesses of her mind that could subdue or distract her father? Was there anything she could do?

From nowhere, her decision hit her with the force of an axe on a chopping block. She had to run away. She had to find George, and take him with her.

Anne spun around on one foot. The door to the guest bedroom was locked, but her father had a set of master keys. She knew that he was probably off to retrieve them at that very moment. There was no time... no time for anything but quick decisions... no time to gather up anything that she needed.

She was desperate. Opening the window, she managed to climb out once more onto the branches of one of the trees nearby the manor. She was not so lucky this time, for midway down she lost footing, and fell the rest of the way to the ground. Stunned only for a moment, she rose quickly, and raced off toward the stables.

Running quickly up the stairs to George's loft, she threw off her clothes, and tossed them into the unlit furnace. After rummaging around only briefly, she was able to produce a set of men's clothing from a box in the corner: riding boots, breeches, a rough cotton shirt and riding jacket, as well as a woolen short-cape and a gentleman's hat--- all much too big for her.

She didn't have time to feel ridiculous. Rushing down to the lower part of the stables, Anne saddled Eternity with the expertise to match any good stablehand, and before she had time to reconsider her decision, the girl in man's clothing was riding her horse full-tilt down a road past the Manor's gate.

She knew that she hadn't been seen.

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

Serina turned to me after watching Anne run off. "Well, I'm hardly dressed for such galavanting around the hallways. Collect her and let her know that we will have a woman to woman talk. You probably scared her to death, the poor thing."

I nodded, agreeing that my techniques were often ham-handed. "I'll go find her and I'll let you handle it. I sometimes think it's a wonder I managed to raise her at all."

I headed down the door to Anne's room, all the while trying out various things I could say to her. I got to her door, but it was locked. "Anne, honey, it's your father. I know I was a little rough, but your mother would like to talk to you and I promise I'll go for a walk somewhere."

There was no answer. Putting my ear to the door, I could hear no movement as well. I quickly went back to my room and scooped up the extra keys. Brushing off Serina's question about Anne, I ran back and unlocked the door to Anne's room. It was empty...but the window was open. Slowly I trudged back to Serina to break the news...

 

[Zircon]

George

George could not waited for morning to arrive. It had been a chore for him to even wait this long for the afternoon to arrive. He knew that it was really bad manners to push Lord Stillworth to conclude business that very same day. And inevitably, Lord Stillworth would chastise him for his inconsideration and impatience. The Baron would not doubt have some form of punishment waiting for him the moment he heard about this impropriety. But he was genuinely surprised of Lord Stillworth’s acquiescence. He just smiled knowingly, and nodded to his butler that the colt would be the Baron’s before the noon was out.

George could hardly contained his surprise and pleasure at this piece of good fortune. He rode back with only speed in mind. The new colt, which he had named Black Guard, on the account of the black dorsal stripe unbroken down its back, galloped behind him with ease. It would not take much to train him, but that was not what was foremost on his mind. He hardly noticed the miles passed beneath the hooves.

The surroundings soon became so familiar that he could have rode on blindfolded. He hardly noticed the oaks and ashes that lines the gravel path to the manor. He was on aware that he had returned, and in good time too. The grey stones of the manor greeted him as a welcoming beacon. The promise of shelter and warmth in those weatherworn stones. And the promise of being in Anne’s arms warmed his heart even if a big bonfire could not.

The horses were flustered, as was he by the time they entered through the stables door. But there was no one else there to note that he had pushed the horses harder than he should have. His knowledge and skills had prevented injuries to the horses, for an ordinary rider would have much more sense to ride slower in the dark of the night. It took very little time to get the horses settled in, although grooming would have to wait till later, much later. The horses were fed, and that was about all that George had patience to do.

The kitchen was bereft of occupants, as everyone had tasks to complete. The house was unearthly quiet, even at this time of the day. The windows of the manor did not help to penetrated the gloom of the passageways. Something was amiss, and George’s heart skipped a beat, but he had no idea what was amiss.

He had thought of going straight to Anne’s room, but the floor of living quarters of the Baron was off limits except on duty and performing service. And George had no valid business being on that floor. He was a “downstairs” household member, and the “upstairs” members would not take too kindly to his intrusion. He was one foot already on that particular floor when he made the decision to call to Anne from her bedroom window. Then he heard footsteps behind him and it was too late to go back downstairs. His mind worked overtime to come up with a reason for him to be on this floor…

 

[Xantham]

Baron Edward

Stunned by the apparent quick departure of Anne, I trudged back to talk to Serina. This was not the first time she had run off on me, but I sensed something different about this time. Rather than chasing her away through my somewhat overbearing nature, this time I seemed to have hit some emotional nerve. This time I wouldn't wait before I sent my people after her. Usually I waited for a while to see if she would cool down on her own, sometimes she did, sometimes I would have to send George or Pickering to fetch her home.

I re-entered my bedroom. Serina stood naked facing away from me, a maid helping her to dress. She had not seemed to hear my entrance, and I resolved to stand, undiscovered, and watch her cover her beautiful form. Slowly, I watched her luscious curves get covered by layers of cloth. When she was finished, she let the maid go off. But the maid didn't get five feet before she gave a little shriek of terror, having been shocked by my presence. Serina spun around but relaxed when she saw it was only me. The maid quickly bowed her head and moved quickly off down the hall.

"My dear husband, must you go skulking about scaring the maids, so?"

"Serina, I just couldn't bear to interrupt your dressing. But I carry bad news. Anne seems to have run off. It's not the first time, but I suspect it may be more serious this time." I told Serina what I suspected.

"Well, let's not stand around then. We'll worry about you peeping in on my immodesty later, for now, let us track down Pickering and get him moving."

 

[MissVictoria]

Pickering

* * * Fade to Black - some time passes * * *






Pickering stopped midway up the stairs, panting for breath. His heart raced madly in his chest, threatening to explode. He was getting older. His body was wearing. The full force of his age had hit him like a sack of lead- the uselesness of his knees, his shortness of breath, his skin turning paper thin and tearing at his wrists and elbows with the slightest jar. His body was feeble.

It was the mood of the damn house as well. It had become a dark and dismal place since Anne's departure, for the house felt as the Baron felt, and all of its occupants walked on pins and needles in response to his stormy mood.

Two months had passed now, with nary a word from the Baron's daughter. Strangely, it seemed that none had seen her, for the baron had a wide network of friends and aqquaintances that stood ready to give him any word of her whereabouts.

Where the young woman had left to, none could guess. More than likely she was dead, for she was a woman, and the world did not have many options for women traveling alone.

Pickering sighed, and began to slowly ascend the stairs once more. He stared upward. The top seemed so far away.

Everything seemed distant.

 

[Subo97]

Wood Barkely

Plunging his spade into the damp earth and letting it stand alone and erect, Wood paused to wipe his brow an survey his landscape. It may be the Baron's property, but it was Wood's landscape, and his father's before him. Aristocrats purchase the the earth and put their names on it, but the hands that work it, own it. The Baron hadn't paid much attention to his lands anyway, lately, dashing here and there over the countryside, looking for his daughter, calling on powerful friends, as if power was the answer. Wood began to turn the soil again. The earth was the answer. It outlasted barons and gardners. Maids ceased to be maids, maidens ceased to be maidens, but the earth went on, no matter the mood of the men and women who walked it.

The young Lady Ann had been very much like her mother, sensuous and yearning, drawn by something beyond. with her mother, it had been the moors, with Anne it had been young George. That's the way it is between a man and a maid. Wood smiled and rmembered how it had been with the maid and maiden Marie, soft, pliant and hungry in the hedge maze, out by the moors, in his ramshackle shed.

Wood turned the earth and worked to make it bear fruit. some things changed, but the essentials were eternal.