Jus Primae Noctis

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

John watched as Diana aided him in undoing her bodice. He felt as if he were in a fevered dream. He reached one hand under her undone bodice, again cupping a breast seperated from his touch only by the thinnest of materials. John used his thumb to stroke a hardened nipple, and watched in amazement at Diana's reaction in him doing so.

John moved his hand away from Diana's breast to look at her partially undone dress. Embarrassed, he replied, "My---Diana, I desire nothing more at this moment to see you in all your glory. But I---" with a look of frustration on his face, John told her, "I would have no idea of how to do so."

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

Diana whimpered as his hand slipped beneath her bodice and closed gently around her breast, feeling it's weight in his palm. His thumb stroking her throbbing nipple, sending shivers throughout her body and causing her to feel almost faint. Her cheeks flushed and eyes bright as she looked down at him.

"My---Diana, I desire nothing more at this moment to see you in all your glory. But I---I would have no idea of how to do so."

Smiling shyly and nodding her head to show she understood, she slowly undid the laces further, allowing the bodice to hang loosely from her shoulders, her large breasts straining at the thin slip beneath, her nipples pressing insistently against the sheer fabric as she nudged the shoulders of her dress down her arms and let them slip towards the floor, taking the rest of the dress with them. Leaving her in her slip before his eyes. The purpose of the slip was merely to keep the firm panels of the bodice from rubbing against the skin and did little to cover anything from John's curious, excited eyes. Fitted to run close under her breasts and then loose to the floor, with a ribbon running over each shoulder and then through the material across her chest to meet in the middle of the slip, tied with a bow. If that was untied, the straps would become loose and the slip would fall.
While the slip left very little to the imagination, Diana felt that removing it should be ultimately up to John. With his educated mind she was sure he would realise that if he wished to, he would simply have to pull the bow and...she would be naked.
Blushing slightly, she stood with her hands behind her back and head slightly bowed.

 

[JackMoz]

John's eyes roamed over the lush form of Diana, his eyes missing no detail: the swell and shape of her bosom, the sight of her hardened nipples pressing against her slip, the swell of her hips from her narrow waist, the hint of the hair covering her womanhood that could be seen through her slip.

John stared at her for an eternity, before one shaking hand lifted her chin, so that his eyes could look into hers. In a ragged breath, he whispered, "You are more beautiful than I could imagine, Diana."

As John held her chin and her gaze captive with one hand while his other reached for the bow nestled on her breasts and, with one quick tug, released it, letting the slip slide to the floor.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

Diana looked up, his green eyes capturing her own as his finger lifted her chin gently.
"You are more beautiful than I could imagine, Diana."
She smiled shyly, blushing and feeling her entire body seeming to tingle at his words. Then a quiet gasp as he pulled free the bow and the slip fell to the floor.
Diana shivered, in spite of the fire roaring beside her, knowing her entire body was now on display to John. Her large breasts with their small, sensitive nipples, pale pink in colour and aching to be touched. Her smooth skin, dusted with freckles across her shoulders and down her chest. Her sex, covered partially from his gaze by the soft dark hair there. Her breathing grew a little more shallow as her heart rate increased.
Suddenly unsure of how she had gone from storming into his study to demand her release her from the obligation of laying with him to being willingly naked in his bedchambers, aroused and desiring his attentions.
She knew she was feeling something else deep inside her, something more than lust or desire...whether it was her respect for the gentle, learned, brave man before her changing into something deeper, something more heart felt she couldn't say...but she tried not to allow it to fill her mind too much. After all, he could lay with her and marry another without so much as a second glance in her direction...but how she hoped he would not.
"...M'Lord...you can now see all that is yours..." She whispered, watching his eyes travel across every inch of her bared flesh.

 

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

John stared motionlessly, mesmerized at the sight of Diana's body, open to his gaze, and only his gaze. He was broken from his reverie by Diana's softly whispered words...

"...M'Lord...you can now see all that is yours..."

John whispered reverently, "Solomon himself would be a pauper, compared to this treasure that has befallen me."

John traced the edge of his fingers of both hands along Diana's shoulders, down her arms, and then to the underside of her breasts. The softness of her skin, its flawlessness, all of it aroused John's passions.

"Diana, does this meet with your favor?" he asked hesitantly.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

"Solomon himself would be a pauper, compared to this treasure that has befallen me."
His whispered words drifted to her ears and sent fresh waves of flattered embarassment across her flesh. Sighing as his fingertips touched her shoulders and then moved down, stroking down her upper arms and then to rest under her breasts. Feeling the soft, warm flesh. Never touched by anyone other than herself. Diana had kissed her former husband and they had experienced one anothers frames through their clothing...but this...this was the first time she had felt hands against her in such an intimate way. She bit her bottom lip against a whimper as his fingers stroked back and forth.
"Diana, does this meet with your favor?"

"Oh yes...yes it does..." She whispered in earnest, before adding shyly. "Do I...do I meet with yours...?" Her words melting into a sigh as his fingers brushed her breasts again.

 

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

"Do I...do I meet with yours...?"

"How could you ask such a foolish question? You are magnicent...wondrous...intoxicating." John had no idea from what font in his soul these words emerged from, but he knew each to be true. John slid his hands around Diana's waist, pulling her to him, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. A part of John was amazed at himself; he was, after all, a man who had no experience of women before this night, and now he held this beauty in his arms and was giving free reign to his passion for her.

John led Diana to a mirror in his room, one that his manservant used to assist him in dressing for social occasions. John stood behind Diana, her full glory revealed in the glass.

"How could I not find delight in such beauty as yours?" John said as he pulled her back against his chest, his hands sliding up to tenderly capture her wonderful breasts.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

"How could you ask such a foolish question? You are magnicent...wondrous...intoxicating."
Before Diana could respond to the unexpected and more than generous comments flowing from John's lips, he had gathered her once more in his arms and captured her mouth with his own. Her bare chest pressed against his, her firm nipples pressing against the shirt that stood between her skin and his. Pushing herself up on her tiptoes slightly to try and show him how wonderful it felt to be in his arms. He broke the kiss and led her across the room to a mirror, leaving her clothes in a small pile beside the fire.
Diana blushed as John moved behind her, revealing her entire form to the glass. of course she had seen glimpses of herself during dressing but never had she looked upon herself as she was...as John was...
"How could I not find delight in such beauty as yours?"
Diana sighed once more as John moved her backwards against his body, his large hands so strong and yet so gentle moving to cover her breasts once more. Feeling the strength and power in the body pressed against her own, his large frame still towering over her, perhaps even more so now that she was naked. She turned her head slightly to look up into his face.
"Would...would it be improper for me to see you, M'Lord...?" She asked tentatively, biting her bottom lip once more as her eyes met his. "Would you allow me to...to undress you...?"

 

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

"Would...would it be improper for me to see you, M'Lord...?" Diana asked tentatively, biting her bottom lip once more as her eyes met his. "Would you allow me to...to undress you...?"

John's first reply was to lean down and kiss the temple of that upturned face, as his hands firmly massaged her breasts. He silently explored them, running his fingertips over her nipples, then placing a fingertip on both in gentle circles.

John leaned down, nuzzling Diana's neck, losing himself in the smell and taste of her hair and skin. In truth, John was embarrassed to disrobe in front of Diana. Her body was pure beauty, a form meant for delight and comfort. John's body...

John's body was not that of the courtiers who frequented his new court. He had a warrior's body. One that was trained and hardened for the saddle of a warhorse, not the light step of the dancing hall.

John remain silently as he kneeled, his hands sliding down to Diana's hips, as he moved her hair to one side to slide kisses down her back. Kneeling, he gently turned Diana around and then looked up in her eyes. "I could deny you nothing, my lady," he finally answered, as he placed a kiss between her breasts.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

Diana felt her body growing warmer and weaker as John bent down and kissed the side of her forehead, whimpering as his hands massaged and felt her breasts more firmly, his fingertips teasing her nipples. Circling them, stroking them, causing them to grow even harder at his touch. Her back arched further, offering her chest to his hands, to his explorations.
John leant closer, feeling his lips brushing her neck as he inhaled the scent of her hair and skin. She shivered, feeling her skin prickling with barely concealed excitement.
His broad, strong body sliding down her own onto his knees, making her moan as his lips slowly fluttered down her back before he turned her to face him. His face level with her chest but his eyes ficed on her own.
"I could deny you nothing, my lady," he replied with another kiss between her breasts.
Slowly slipping to her knees in front of him she leant forwards, resting her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, softly, gently, before kissing down his jaw, then down the side of his neck. Kissing the warm skin as her fingers moved to begin unbuttoning his shirt. As her hands worked their way lower, so did her lips. Brushing and kissing each new inch of flesh that she revealed. She was so close to him she could hear his heartbeat, racing like her own as she unbuttoned the last fastening and lifted herself up to gently push the shirt back and off of his wide, well muscled shoulders.

 

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

John waited for Diana to act in revulsion as she removed his shirt. Instead, she followed her fingers with her lips, planting gentle kisses upon his chest and stomach, before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. John had never been treated unkindly by those in his life, but this was the tenderest moment he had ever known.

As Diana straightend up, John asked, "Diana, may I---may I kiss you flesh in such a fashion?"

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

"Diana, may I---may I kiss you flesh in such a fashion?"

"Of course, John...of course..." Diana smiled, her body trembling anew at the thought of his warm lips against her skin. Leaning back on her heels slightly and moving her arms to rest once again by her sides, Diana took a long, slightly shaky breath as John moved towards her.

 

[JackMoz]

John De Loxanir

"Of course, John...of course..."

John saw the look of surprise on Diana's face as he stood up, pulling her up with him.

"I think---I think there might be a better place for this."

With considerable ease, John swept Diana up in his arms. Carrying her to his bed, he gently placed her upon it. Sitting down beside her prone form, John cupped the side of Diana's face with his hand, murmuring, "So beautiful", before leaning down and kissing her.

 

[Britwitch]

Lady Diana Margonne

At first Diana thought she might have done something wrong, stepped over some invisible line and offended him somehow as she watched John rise to his feet. Before he took hold of her hands and drew her up to join him.

"I think---I think there might be a better place for this."

"You do...?" She began before her words became an almost surprised laugh as he swept her off of her feet and into his arms. Feeling the strong, warm flesh of his body pressing against hers as he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Sitting beside her once more, Diana could really see the strength in his size as he leant over her. Smiling shyly to feel his hand on her face and his murmured words before taking her mouth with his own once again.
"So beautiful"
Diana kissed him back, lifting an arm to rest loosely around his neck, her fingers straying to stroke the bottom of his hairline, toying with the hair as she parted her lips once more to invite him to deepen the kiss.