Dark Knight

Lady Madelon

I smiled at her as her eyes drifted over my body, mine of hers. She is so beautiful, the curves, her soft skin, her firm breasts..

"What was your idea" she whispered.. I had to focus, my mind had drifted at her touch, her gentle touch. The touch that made me shiver, the touch that provoked delicious yet complicated feelings inside of me.

I half opened my eyes.. idea.. idea.. "Ah yes" now that I remembered I came back to life. I leaned in, although it was not something that would be too danegerous for anyone to hear and whispered "well.. I was just thinking. We could turn this to our advantage. Maybe this way I could get out of the marriage with the Baron". I lowered my voice even more "supose the Baron would learn that I had been taken advantage of.. surely then he would no longher want to marry me. As a matter of fact.. NO one would want to marry me!"

I gazed deep into her beautiful eyes transmitting what I was implying.. I wanted to shout you see?! you see what I mean don't you!!
 
I had to tear my eyes away. I knew what she meant, but also knew, knew what would happen. She would be taken away and locked up in a convent for life and I would be stoned to death. her naivete was heartening though.
'Darling. Milady. I know you do not wish to marry him, but this, this pig is using you. Cannot yous ee it in his eyes. See the revenge lust. There is something between he and your Father, some wrong your Father has done." And though at first she flares up at the mention of her Father doing wrong. She leays back, nodding. She has learned the truth the hard way.
Her Father has done many people wrong, and now she must pay the price.
"Let's be good to this beast though. He holds much power. Cannot you feel it, even in here? That tingling I get when, well, something is happening. it fills me even now." I scrubbed her other leg slowly, savouring the contact, but needing to hurry in case he came back.
"But I will not let him touch you. I was wrong earlier to fly off like that, and shall apologize. I was taught better by my Mistress. But he shall not harm one hair on you, no matter what your Father has done. I still carry my faithful blade in my stocking."
 
Lady Madelon

Her words so soothing.. her face, her skin, the freshness of her hair. All so comforting, all so beautiful and familiar.
Her words frightened me as well.. God forbid it would ever come that far, but if she would – as she said she would – give her life to protect me, I would not want to live. I would not be able to live without her, I would not be able to live with the guilt.

My sad eyes drifted over her features. Feeling the love I felt for her, it was overwhelming. The love so big that my chest hurt.
My hand came from the water, my fingertips softly trailed passed the contours of her face when our eyes locked for a moment.
The tip of my finger touched her soft lips “there must be a way Marissa… “ I whispered “there must be..” but with those words I also indicated that I knew she was right.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I closed them, leaning in to feel the softness of her lips against my own.. the only sweetness in this horrid life..
 
Marissa:
Unable to control myself any longer, to hide form her my fears also. I needed her touch, her lips, her comfort. Leaning in to kiss her, jyust once, I swear. But as our lips met a fire erupted. Her hands flew open at her sides andimmediately we were ignited. I helped her from the tub, drying her softly, gently. Unable to stop our hands from strokign and touching each other. Our passion and love flaring up and overtaking and fear or worry. In each others arms wwe were at home, safe.
Back in the bedroom we again kissed. Then she spun me and undid my lacing. My gon fallign open, with a slight pull it was off. My body unfettered by robes and ties.
Then together, naked we crawled into her bed. For the first time ever we could sleep side by side as we longed to.
Surely he would not burst in, would knock first, giving me time to grab our robes.
"To behave." She whispered.
"No. I cannot." And touched her white neck, her strong elegant shoulders. Caressed her cheek, then drew her face to mine. Our kissing igniting us again. Pressed against each other, wanting every inch to touch. Her hands on the small of my back as I rolled and straddled her. Sitting up, watchign the moonlight pale her bdy even more. She shivered.
"Let me warm you." Running my hands up her sides and to her mouth. One finger trailing across those ruby lips. My lips. She claimed me as her love. And though I knew tomorrow could bring our deaths, or worse, I would have this night.
 
Derrick

OOC: Just bringing this one back up... I definitely haven't forgotten!

IC: I gazed once more at the globe. What would I discover if I summoned its power? Would they be huddled together, awaiting my mercies? Planning for the possibility of escape... or rescue? Planning, perhaps, my violent death? My lips curled upward slightly at this.

My thoughts returned to the Lady Madelon. So young, so spirited. So beautiful. Thoughts that I had denied for so long flooded my mind. In my years of conquest, I had allowed myself little time for such considerations. A night here and there with a serving wench, then on to more important things.

Yet... I could no longer deny it. I wanted her.

And Marissa. Despite her insolence, I found myself admiring the servant. I saw her strength reflected in the Lady's own. I also saw the hatred in her eyes when they met mine. Such passion! A pity it could not be tamed...

I was unaware of the globe's pale glow until it filled the room. As though it sensed my desires. Sighing, I peered into it... my mind raced with thoughts of the ladies...

And I saw them.
 
We lay kissing, touching. Our mouths passionately making love while our bodies writhed in our need. The danger of the situation having heightened our senses.
Swiftly I pulled up, looking around. We were watched. In the back of my mind I felt a pull, a tug. Glancing around, where? But my eyes locking with hers, their tenderness and confusion drawing me. I succumbed to her will, her want, her loving and returned to kissing her, gently. Cheek, lips, nose. her eyelashes. Every inch of her so perfect, so precious.
But again I felt the tug. Shaking my head I was annoyed. Slipping off her and grabbing up a glass of wine. Sipping slowly to clear my head. One hadn still stroking her. Unable to keep from damning myself to hell for loving her so.
 
Lady Madelon

I pressed my body against hers, warm, soft, beautiful.. Fingerstips trailed her soft skin as our mouth were making love, so tender and passionate at the same time that it inflamed my whole body.

But as she suddenly stopped, as a hunted deer who heard a disturbing sound, I searched her face what? what? I thought, but did not say out loud.

A quick smile before she kissed me again, I could feel her speedened heartbeat. Soon enough she stopped again and sat up.

I watched her, worried. Had I done something wrong? Her face was worried, her expression alert as if she was scanning the room with eyes I could not see.
I rolled on my side, towards her, my fingertips resting on her thighs.. "what? what is it?" I whispered
 
'Someone is watching us." The I laid at her side. 'Shall we behave? or give him something to watch?" My hands softly stroking her arm.
 
Lady Madelon

Little wrinkles appeared as I could not surpress a wicked little smile. "well.. as long as this is not my father's court.. we have nothing to fear..".
It was the positive aspect in a bad situation. Things could hardly get much worse and with the same smile I pulled the sheets over our head.
There, in the warm, dark hole I pressed my lips between her breasts.. again and again.. savouring her soft skin, her bodyheat.

The sound of our breath contributed to the increasing tension..
 
And I could never deny her. Her soft lips teasing at me, begging me to be naughty. Here was where it had all started. Under the sheets one night. But oh the nights since. I wrapped her in my arms and giggled. Stroking my hands down her back and pulling her to me.
"I want you my lady love."
 
As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness I could see the faint smile around beautiful lips.. I sought them, pressed mine against them. The little, familiar shiver.
All that time had not taken away anything of the desire I felt regarding her. Every kiss was as the first kiss.
One might think that the fact we had to keep a secret made it all so passionate.. but it was not that. It was her, it was always her and it will always be her. She radiated passion, she is passion.

As my tongue slowly invaded the moistness of her mouth I softly moaned.. "And I am yours" I whispered in between the kisses. The lust between us building up as if there was a little crack in the dam.. bit by bit the desire dripped out with the notion that the dam could break any second.
 
Our kissing growing wild as our hands explored, tearing at each others clothes and no longer caring if the sheet covered us. I needed her, she was my life, my essence. Fingers entwined in her hair I forced her head back and nibbled at her ear, and neck.
My other hand stroking up her tummy and to her ticklish ribs.
 
I squirmed under her touch, my breath becoming heavy, sighs turning into moans. God, the feeling of her lips in my neck drove me crazy. And she knows it.
My hand sliding from one curve to another I cupped her firm breast. The nipple grew hard against the palm of my hand as softly kneaded her..
 
I groaned as she touched me, kneading my breast in her hand. Her moutht easing me, as I teased her.
"I love you my lady. Let me show you how much I need you." Trying to push her onto her back so that I could spread her and devour her essence.
 
"And I thee.." I whispered

She needed little more than her gentle touch to have me lay on my back.. my heartbeat speeded up, knowing what was to happen next.
The thought alone, the memories.. those in itself were enough to provoke an orgasm should I choose to allow it.
 
I started kissing my way down her body, her neck. Whispering of my love, me need into her ear. Licking and teasing her in her most secret places. The ones only I knew about. Finding her nipple in my hand and gently squeezing it.
 
I softly moaned as her lips found their way down.. "oh.. please.. yes.. please.."
Her earlier remark of someone watching had no impact on me any longer.,. the only impact it could have, was that it made it all even more exciting.
I wanted her so much... nothing else mattered
 
I nuzzled my head between her breasts, ticklign at the nipples with the ends of my hair. She giggled and tried to push me off, but I held her down with the weight of my body. Running my fingers lightly along her ribs. Feeling her shiver and nipples tighten even more.
'God, you are so beautiful." inhaling her scent deeply and closing my eyes. Dizzy with the feelings running through me.
 
Derrick

OOC: Sorry. It's been a long, dry stretch for me. I'm back, though!

IC: I watched them, cursing myself for my weakness... but unable to turn away. Gazing into the orb, I felt as if I were being drawn into its shadowy depths. It seemed as if I were there with them, watching their act of love from across the room.

Marissa continued pleasuring her lady, displaying a talent and enthusiasm which could only be the result of an intense love for her. How many times had they shared this? How many times had they been denied?

Madelon's need matched her servant's. I heard her cries of desperation, and of ecstasy. I gazed at her beauty, her face betraying the pleasure Marissa was giving her. Her body shuddered with every kiss, every touch.

My thoughts betrayed me. I wanted them... both of them. I could not deny it, and yet I was afraid to surrender to it. I could afford no weakness. They were merely tools which I would use to extract my revenge.

Why, then, was my heart thundering in my chest? Why did I stand there, breathless, my mind burning with these thoughts? Why did I feel the powerful throbbing in my loins?

I found myself unable to find any answers.
 
I pulled the sheets off of us, no longer caring if anyone was watching. Let them. She was mine this night. My own beloved. I kissed her belly and moaned into her. Just her presence lighting me on fire. Lifting my head I gazed up at her.
"Shall I continue my darling?"
 
My head lifted from the pillow, as I looked into her eyes I took her head between my hands.. tenderly..
An all-saying smile came across my features.. "do you dare to stop?"
 
"How can I? For you have me enslaved. Damned me for my love for you." Continuing the kissing, rewaching her sweetness. I could smell her desire, almost taste her. the first lick. I moaned as I reached her with my tongue. Wanting to move slow, to tease and burn her with me, but unable to stop my tongue. delvingg between her swollen lips to open her.
 
"For you have me enslaved" it echoed in my head... no.. no.. it is you that has ensalved me" I thought. I was unable to speak these words out loud. The only sound coming from my throat was a deep moan as she touched me in my most tender place, the warmth of her mouth was all I could ever desire.
I threw back my head, my eyes closed.. I was frozen with her touch. My legs spreaded a little more. It was a reflex as I wanted more, I would have begged for more..
"oh Marissa... my love" I whispered, my hand reaching for her soft hair.. The first touch of her tongue made me shiver with delight "oh god.."
 
Her fingers wound into my hair, holding me close, though there was no where I would rather have been. But then i felt the whisper in my mind again. Yes, he was watching, somehow. I kissed my way back up her bofy. Pausing to tongue her navel, nuzzle her breasts. Thinking all the while of what we should do. I nibbled at her lips and then licked her earlobe. Between nips whispering.
"He is watching from somewhere, I feel it."
 
I softly moaned.. a soft affirmative moan in there somewhere. The truth was, the idea was actually turning me on. We had been a well kepot secret for so long that the idea of someone knowing about her and me felt liberating.
While I stretched my neck, giving her all the space to touch the sensitive skin with her soft lips I whispered "there is little you can do about it.. I wouldn't want you stop now and if he wants to watch.. let him."
I met her eyes with a with a wicked little smile around my lips
 
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