Last Wine at Malmaison

[Honey_B]

Starbursts of passion soared through Maria as Napoléon teased her heated sex, savoring the joy of his intimate caress. She inhaled deeply in an effort to contain the building suspense this unfamiliar experience. Abandoning everything to the moment, the countess closed her eyes and allowed the Empereur free rein over her body and senses. Removing her moistened fingers from her downy cleft, she lifted them to her lips and tasted her sweet-salty essence. The taste of her own arousal; the very idea fired her almost beyond reason.

She felt Napoléon reach out his hand to gently stimulate the tiny mound of her clitoris. And she could not help but tremble at his touch. With her eyes closed, the countess missed the Empereur's smile. She gasped as the finger of his other hand eased into her secret recess, which had become moist and eager. Heady power and pleasure surged through her as she felt him work his way into her silky depths. The beauty of his stimulation, the skill in which he made her body respond, fascinated Maria.

"No! Don't stop!" Maria pleaded through clenched teeth. The Empereur had stopped the teasing massage of her clitoris.

She sighed with wanton need when he passed his tongue over the length of her nether lips, drinking in the seeping liqueur of her desire. The teasing tongue massaged her desperate nub until her hips began to undulate and she began to moan unceasingly. The finger within the hollow of her womanhood gently eased her opening wider, stretching the delicate membrane with gentle insistence. He used his teeth to taunt her sensitive peak, giving her an exquisite sensation that hovered just below pain. Maria gasped and her head thrashed against the pillows.

Alien tension was building within her. She wanted to relax, but couldn't. Her stomach muscles tightened in almost painful anticipation. Her flowering bud throbbed and pulsed as Napoléon continued his erotic attack on her mindless senses. The Empereur's tongue flicked and circled, sometimes slowly, sometimes swiftly. He slipped another finger within her body. Together they worked with his tongue to bring her to a point of torturously sweet rapture. She cried out his name and arched her hips upward as spasms began to rocket through her body. The man's ministrations only increased.

 

[ariosto]

To his knowledge He had never deflowered a virgin before in his life. Marie was giving herself to him in a way no
other woman had ever done. He would treasure this one forever more. Such thoughts came in fleeting passages registering on the small part of his mind that had not capitualated to his senses. He lay between the Countess fine white thighs a prisoner, his manhood trapped under him him like a caged python...patience...patience.
He moved his fingers in slow circles, stretching the soft pink gate of her sex more and more. His lips made small journeys from the swelling
nub of her clitoris to the petal like lips that held his fingers within her warm sheath. As he felt her hips arching up thrusting her vulva into his eager mouth and hands, he increased the tempo of his attentions. Now he used his teeth as well as his tongue to gently ravage
the nexus of her mounting rapture. He held Marie up, his arms under her buttocks, to drink from her like a chalice of desire and feeling the convulsive shuddering of her body allowed his tongue to curl into her and bathe in the hot sweet oils of her abandon.
When he sensed the first slackening of her spasms, he quickly laid her down and rising up between her legs placed the silky head of his
erection on her inflamed pearl and began to rub it, working down into the folds of her moist sex and then back up again . Over and over pressing a bit more each time.
"Marie" he said and looked at her. Her face was flushed, eyes alight, hair in lovely disarray, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, her skin damp and hot with sweat and raging desire...

"Marie my dearest...That was the beginning are you ready now for what comes next?"

Outside the snow was covering Warsaw in a blanket of white for Christmas.

 

[ariosto]

BUMP!

 

[Honey_B]

The powerful man cradled Maria in his arms. His breath teased the flushed skin of her face, his lips scant inches from hers. She could do nothing but gasp in utter abandonment...

"Yes, yes, a million times, yes!"

For the girl knew what was coming. It had seemed she had lived
her entire life for this moment. Without knowing it, she had
waited for him.

She became aware of the impending pressure on her sensitive tissues. Apprehension made Maria close her eyes. Immediately, Napoléon commanded her to open them. She saw the intensity flashing in his dark brown eyes but there was something else. their souls met while they looked into each other's eyes and they silently communicated everything that needed to be said.

Maria bit her lip fiercely as she felt him sink into her depths, tearing away the remnant of her girlhood. Her body tensed, her back arching, taunt as a drawn bow. She opened her mouth, but before she could cry out, he kissed her full on the lips with a passion that distracted her from the pain. Napoléon was gentle as he made his way up her passage, made silky slick from her heated orgasm. She moaned as he penetrated her smoothly until his abdomen was pressed tightly against hers.

Maria's hips came to life as Napoléon started a slow and deliberate stroke in and out of her body. She began to meet his thrusts with her own and their rhythm quickened.

 

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Snow falls on the City...

The fire heats one side of them leaving the other cold but they do not mind, an internal burn is driving them now. Maria's legs have drawn up and her heels are crossed behind him, Napoléon braces himself with his hands on either side, watching her lovely face suffuse with the flush of arousal as he thrusts himself in and out of her tight warm virgin, passage. Her hands grip his arms and she pushes herself onto him as he drives forward. He is almost too big for her and she stretches to fully engorge him but Oh how delicious the feeling is!
The Empereur now begins to vary the tempo, pulling out and holding back,slowing down, then with only the tip of himself within her...stopping. Maria opens her eyes in disapointment.
He smiles,
"No No, Countess. I want you to look at me...remember?

Then he pushes slowly back in, watching her eyes glow with sensation as each inch disappears into her eager body...in...then slowly, maddeningly out. Her hands tighten on his arms.
"Faster, mon Dieu, faster...harder."

His thrusts become stronger, they quicken. She lifts her pelvis to meet them, the hardness above his cock rubs her pearl maddeningly...
Yes!...quicker, faster, Napléon begins to sweat and his arms grow unsteady, his body tenses with each thrust. The wave builds inside, the great aching urge to penetrate, to release is wiping everything else away...

 

[Honey_B]

It was without warning that the sensations began to overtake Maria's body. Helpless with desperate need, she reached up and clasped Napoléon to her breast. Her nails scraped, leaving blood red furrows on his tightly muscled back.

They had become as one. Each of his thrusts was met by a counter-thrust from her hips, pushing forward to meet him. Their dance continued; Maria losing herself to the joys of rhythmical friction.

They reached the peak of ecstasy in perfect unison. From somewhere far away Maria heard a familiar cry of joy, the sweet sound of her own voice proclaiming her moment of rapture. This time, her orgasm was intensified by Napoléon's throbbing manhood shooting torrents of hot seed deep inside her. His warmth spread through the channel of her love. Spasming tightly, her sex grasped him again and again as the thrilling sensations swept through her body.

She was left clinging to the Empereur's sweat-soaked body. "Oh, how bloody marvelous!" she breathed shakily. Seeing the state of the carpet beneath them, Maria could not help but giggle at her unfortunate choice of words.

 

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The last of Warsaw

Struggling through the overwhelming torrents of his ecstacy,he tried to watch Maria's face as his seed filled her in hot shuddering spurts. It seemed as though her hungry eyes were frantically, drawing him in, locking around him just as her sex was doing at the same time.
He lay insheathed tightly within her vagina, releasing himself again and again, wishing he could go on forever...

They fell asleep in each others arms, the Empereur slowly relaxing but loath to withdraw from this most intimate contact with the precious girl.
When Caulaincourt rapped softly on the door he had already restored himself and was slowly stroking into Maria once again,
listening to her soft moans and delighting in the flushed smile spreading across her sweet sleeping face.

"Highness, we must depart. Word has arrived that the Empress
is hastening through the night to reach Head Quarters."

"Damn!" He said loud enough to wake the Countess.
"What is it....oooohhh....
You are...in...me still..."

"Hush love." he said kissing her lips,
"Once more, quickly and I must go."

He said he would see her again as soon as he possibly could but Josephine and the Prussians and the Russians and Affairs of State kept him away and it was through letters several months later that she told him she was carrying his child.

 

[Honey_B]

Conceived in love...

Vienna, September, 1809

"In Vienna for three days and we haven't seen hide nor tail of him. And why did you answer this summons anyway? Coming like an obedient dog, Maria?" Adèle, the Countess's matter-of-fact maid and confident, asked of the young woman.

The Countess stopped her unpacking and sighed. "I do not know exactly why myself, Adèle. Perhaps it is because when I am with him, I am feel close to greatness. I have always wanted to be a part of something extraordinary. Maybe my relationship with him fulfills that need," Maria's sapphire eyes had become wistful as she spoke, "Or possibly it is the simplest reason of all. I love him."

"I think it's because he's good in bed," Adèle said plainly.

"Well, that too!" Maria laughed and threw a scarf at her friend. Turning back to her work, she said, "I am going to need a guide for this city. I've never seen such a beautiful place. Vienna! It is all such an adventure."

She walked over the window and looked out onto a glorious view of the Danube. "Adèle, please go see our landlady. Maybe she can recommend some places to visit. I want to go somewhere right away." The maid left the room quietly.

Maria sighed again. She understood why Adèle thought her a fool. Napoleon was a difficult man to love, offering her nothing and everything at the same time. She could count their sporadic meetings on one hand yet she wouldn't have traded one for a lifetime with another.

Maria heard footsteps and the door opened. "Couldn't find the landlady, Adèle?"

"I am sure I am not Adèle," a masculine voice said from the doorway.

 

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Reunion in Vienna

Usually the arrival of the Emperor anywhere was a public spectacle. How he had managed to slip in without notice was surprising to say the least but there he stood. No gaudy uniform this time just a plain brown cloak to keep out the September chill and an drab outfit that made him look more like a banker than the ruler of Continental Europe. He took off the woolen coat and gave it to Adéle who had hurried up behind him ,she colored in embaressment when she realised who it was and curtsied very quickly , excusing herself.

He's put on weight, Maria thought.
She was trying desperately to control herself . She had rehearsed this meeting a hundred times, two hundred times. As each day passed without a sign from him she practiced being sterner, frowning, refusing his embrace...but what if he didn't want to embrace her!?...Oh no Not that...

In some ways Napoleon was a simple man, in affairs of the love this was so. He loved Maria with a growing desperation and as the seasons had progressed with more and more distance growing between he and Josephine, thoughts of the beautiful Polish girl began to burn their way deep into his heart. They wrote to each other, long and passionate letters all of which he kept to read and read again. He had been legitimately delayed by an assasination plot in the captured City. Vienna had little cause to love him and he would not expose Maria to danger, so he waited until the problem was gone.
Now he was here in the room with her and sees the Countess grown into a breathtakingly beautiful woman. His faces flushes rosey pink and he breaks into a smile of delight.
"Maria, Maria...How can I have deprived myself of you for so long!"

He's across the room in two strides and taking her in his arms, presses himself against her, showering kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her lips.
There was no need at all for Maria to fear his ardor had cooled. It was instantly obvious to her that it had not.

 

[Honey_B]

Resistance

The need to resist melted away and Maria wanted to give in so very much. The Empereur's mouth worshiped her features with kisses. She felt breathless and weak, hardly able to offer up any kind of resistance. But resist she did; she simply had to ask.

Never before had Maria dared to ask Napoléon about his Empress, fearing that any sign of jealousy would only anger him. She pushed against his chest with gentle strength.

Napoléon acquiesced and took a step backward.

"You have something on your mind, Maria?"

She hesitated, wanting to ask whether he would ever leave Josephine. The words caught in her throat, no sound came out. The look in Napoléon's eyes had robbed her of speech. The soft brown pools were filled with love for her. Her resolve faltered, then faded away under the intensity of her lover's gaze.

Maria forced herself to smile brightly. "I have something for you. I want you to have it straight away." She turned so he would not see the stupid tears that had suddenly sprung to her eyes. She opened a trunk with trembling hands.

She returned to the Empereur's side and held up a small box, no bigger than a deck of cards. "This is for you," Maria said, handing it to him with a pearly smile.

The box revealed an object wrapped in crushed velvet and Napoléon unwrapped the cloth. Maria watched his face carefully and was gratified by the pleasure that spread across his face.

"I should be angry that you posed for this, but I am not. I love it and you too much," Napoléon said as he gazed down at the miniature of Maria he held in his hands.

Maria's face looked out from the tiny painting. The miniature revealed another side of the aristocratic woman standing before him. In it her, her hair was not dressed, hanging loose around her shoulders in a golden cascade. The expression on her face captivated Napoléon. He had seen that look only a few times, on those precious occasions when he had made love to her, when she was in the rapture of ecstasy.

He looked up and saw that Maria was smiling mischievously.

"I had the artist's make several sketches of me, all of which I was unhappy with. Then he had a brilliant idea. He told me to close my eyes and imagine myself with my lover. I was hesitant, but I closed them and thought of you. I went back to the first time we made love. The images ran through my mind, heating my body with memory. After a few moments, the artist asked me to open my eyes and I was sketched as I must have looked at that moment."

"It is beautiful, but I want to see the original expression not the copy." Napoléon set down the miniature and took Maria into his arms.

 

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The love seat stood against the white wall, bathed in sunlight which poured through the windows with the cool fresh air of early Fall.
It's color was mahogany and deep green, a viridian green. Napoléon guided Maria to it and held her hands as she sat down. He didn't release her, he just looked at her for a long moment. She became self concious, she blushed...
"Is evertyhing all right? Have I..."

He smiled,
(how sensuous his lips are she thought)
"I was just thinking how much you are like a painting Maria. It is as though david himself made you... so full of color, all imperfections gone, perfect...just perfect."
Images of Josephine had also been flashing by, her once lovely face now lined with the years and with anxiety, placed next to the girls...a cruel comparison.

"But," Maria said playfully,
"A painting has but two dimensions and no real warmth, n'est pas?"

The Empereur of the French knelt by her feet, his hands ran the length of her thigh and rested on her belly. It stayed there, warm and comforting over her womb.

There was something in his eyes, in his expression that was different. This was not the great General who had come to her in Warsaw when she was a girl, this was a man, a man concerned with something that a woman could understand.
"What..."
She started to say but he interrupted,

"Maria, how much do you love me?"

 

[Honey_B]

The question hung in the air. Maria had to turn away. Her blood had run cold despite the comfortable warmth of the room and she shivered. A woman's intuition told her that their relationship balanced precariously, awaiting the impact of this discussion. She felt afraid, so terribly afraid. The Countess feared the reason behind the Empereur's question.

Would Napoléon ask of her what she was not strong enough to give?

The clock on the mantle chimed, startlingly Maria out of her revery. Despite her fear and foreboding, her heart demanded to be heard. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Napoléon, you must know that for me to love is to love you. I have loved no other, nor will I. You are my everything and I love you completely." The tears, born of sweet emotion, began to trickle down her cheeks.

 

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The request

"Maria...."
He looked at her helplessly for a moment.

"What is it ?...Please, Oh please, you must tell me!"
Her hands locked around his and tightened with
a strength that gave him courage.

"I have defeated armies of my enemies...the enemies of France.
I have dictated terms to Kings and Emperors...yet my heart pounds with uncertainty..."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks...
"I knew it !" she cried,
"You will leave me! You want me to go away!"

Her face was white, her eyes flooded, and sobs began to rack her body.
"NO, no!...dear child, My God..not that...not that!...
He paused,
"I wish you to bear my child Maria. I wish you to have my son."

She looked at him uncomprehending,
"What did you say," she whispered, "what did you say?"

Napoleon, flushed crimson, and the words came haltingly...
"I...I fear that I am unable to have a son...an heir. For all this...for what I've done. Josephine is... unable.
I must know if the fault is mine. Please, I..."

Silence passed.
"Look at me." she said.

He raised his eyes.
"Tell me what I need to know."

"I love you little Countess. I am very much in love with you."

 

[Honey_B]

The Countess Maria Walewska crumpled like a defenseless animal, felled by the meaning behind the Empereur's request. Napoléon caught her up in his arms and settled her gently on the settee.

Maria's eyes fluttered open after a few moments, but the impact of the man's request hit her anew. Anger steeled her nerves, anger at herself. She was acting like a simpering ninny instead of the strong woman she prided herself on being.

Her sharp mind began to function once again and she grasped the full implications of what the Empereur had asked.

When she spoke, it was with steely calm:

"Yes, I believe you do love me, Napoléon. Knowing that makes me feel no less manipulated."

The protest died on Napoléon as Maria said, "Silence!" with the full force of her voice. It was an exact copy of the imperious tone Napoléon used and he smiled despite the seriousness of the situation.

Maria continued, "You wish me to bear your a son. It did not escape my notice, Napoléon, that the request came without an accompanying proposal of marriage."

The man's smile faded. He tried to interject, but Maria continued speaking. She was not about to be interrupted.

"Were I to refuse your request, you would have great difficulty divorcing Josephine, favorite of the people. Until you produce a child, popular opinion will not condemn her as the barren party." With grim satisfaction, Maria noted the echo of truth in Napoléon's eyes.

"If I were to become pregnant, you would have your case for divorcing Josephine. For this reason, the news of my pregnancy would have to be trumpeted throughout Europe. Unfortunately for me, when you are free to marry, I will have been made quite unsuitable. Before the eyes of the world, I will be known as an adulteress, hardly appropriate to become an Empress. Napoléon, I am not a fool. I know that should this come to pass, you would have to marry another."

The Empereur looked away.
Maria continued.

"You ask me to make myself a political pawn, to make my unborn child the same. What am I to make of such a request?"

Maria watched as Napoléon's shoulders hunched as if he knew he had asked too much. He did not speak.

"My Empereur, I asked you once to save my country. That you did. I have not forgotten. This request to save the Empire, to allow your legacy to continue, I can not deny it."

Only then did Napoléon look at her.

"But, I have a condition. When I bear your child, he must be loved as your son. If you treat him as though his importance ceased upon the day of his birth, I will never forgive you."

 

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Vienna

The atmosphere in the room had become charged with tension but the temperature seemed to drop a dozen degrees.
The Empereur's mind was working furiously and Maria knew it.
She waited, and her eyes never moved from his flushed face.

He thrust his hands behind his back and began to pace...

"How can I not love any child of ours as much as I love you!...You have no reason to doubt..."
He turned on her in frustration and smashed his fist into his hand.

"I made Josephine an Empress. I crowned her and myself with MY own hands. I was born in a tent on a mountain side and I am now the ruler of Europe!"
His tone softened and he leaned close.
"Maria, I can do what I wish for you and the child. I can make him my heir."

"I do not believe you."
The Countess stood her ground.
"Do not promise what you will not do. I ask only that you love him as your son."

Suddenly he deflated and became the all to human man she loved.
"Yes...yes. I will. I promise you I will."

He took her in his arms and kissed her. She was stiff and resistant at first but then yielded herself. Feeling him again after so many months was an intoxicant and she quickly became heady with it.
He bore her down on the love seat and began to kiss her throat and neck. Her hands were running through his hair and she felt him hardening with desire.

"Promise me."
She whispered.

"I do. I do."

 

[Honey_B]

Soulmates

Suddenly, it was all too much for Maria. She felt as if she lived a lifetime every moment that she spent with this man. Somehow she had always known that she would never become his wife, but she knew now that Napoléon was the mate of her soul.

Maria rose and turned toward him. She had dressed simply in an elegant day dress, a silk pelisse of a deep forest green. The fabric's entire surface had been embroidered with tiny leaves in a deeper shade of the verdant color. The tiny mother-of-pearl front buttons were merely for show. Below the empire waist, they were not functional. Her blonde curls had been swept up and tied with green velvet ribbons that exactly matched the sash under her bosom.

She twisted her arms around to unfasten the closure of her dress in back. Napoléon immediately stood and caught her small hands in his own, stopping her awkward movements.

"Allow me, Madame." his voice husky, his face intent.

He turned her around and undid the tiny buttons of her dress, one-by-one. Maria shrugged the gown off her shoulders and it fell to the floor like a sigh. Then his hands were upon her again, removing her undergarment, layer upon layer. He worked slowly, revealing her body like he was opening a precious gift.

When she stood nude before him, Napoléon swept her up into his arms and carried the Countess into the took the next room, the bedroom. As he laid her out onto the bed, he surprised her by taking one hard-budded nipple into his mouth. Maria arched up under him and he imprisoned her body by throwing a leg across her thighs. He held her down while he suckled her, making her need match his own.

Glorious sensation streaked through Maria. She pulled a hand free of his grasp and brought it to her mouth, biting a knuckle to keep from crying out her pleasure.

Napoléon lifted his head and smiled. "No, Maria. Don't hide your reaction from me." He took her hand from her mouth. "I want you to cry out for me, beg for me." He kissed the teeth marks embedded in her skin.

Maria felt the last of her tension ebb away as Napoléon kissed her. His tongue plunged in and out of her mouth in a sinuous rhythm, old as time. Everywhere he touched her became a flashpoint of sensation. She was melting. His velvet-rough tongue licked at her lips, her eyelids, her ears, her breasts; a flickering sleek wet flame over her skin until she was writhing with need.

 

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Vienna

She was his treasure, his small precious Maria lying on the bed with sunlight illuminating the rose hued curves of her body. How he loved this girl, every time he touched her he absorbed her every reaction to know how best to meet her desires.
He drew his tongue over her breast again and again, pulling her
small hard nipple with it, then letting go. He watched with undisguised pleasure the contraction and darkening of the coral rose around the stiffining bud. He pressed his tongue into the tiny hollow at it's very tip, feeling it push back into the soft but firmly yeilding flesh around it.
His soldiers hands surrounded her and squeezed, forcing the tingling aching bud high and into his mouth. His lips closed around them and he sucked like a baby needing Mother's milk.
Maria moaned and twisted but the Emperor did not stop. She felt his teeth gently at first, pressing into the flesh around her nipple. then harder nipping at the bud itself.
"Oh!...Please..."

He drew her slowly out, letting his teeth softly rake across her aereole until she was free.
Without a pause he took her other breast in his hands and repeated it all again, then again. And again.

"I love your bosom Little Countess. In my dreams I feel you in my hands, squeezing you, kissing you..." He leaned forward to place soft kisses all over the sweet rising curves and tips..."Sucking you, nursing you, tasting your milk..."

He was looking right into her eyes when he said this last but his hand was moving down, caressing it's way across her stomach, her navel and into the soft down that lay on the swell of her mons. His finger touched ever so lightly the center of her arousal and inside Maria began to sing again the silent song of desire...

Outside they could hear the little birds that this place was so famous for. The heat of the day was building and they were singing their last notes before the warm afternoon lulled them into quiet.

 

[Honey_B]

His hands spoke new and vibrant messages to her body. Maria only wished the damn birds would be silent so she could focus completely on the wild hunger building within her. Her deep, clamorous need tensed sensitive nerves and delicate muscles that made her body undulate beneath the heavier weight of his.

Maria did not know how or when Napoléon undressed so lost was she in feeling, but he was suddenly warm skin against hers. The wall of his chest pressed against the soft mounds of her breasts.

Then he was sliding down her body. She felt his mouth leaving a hot, wet trail made instantly cool by the temperature of the room. He was moving lower, over her breasts and below. Past her waist and the indentation of her navel, over the slight swell of her abdomen. Fingers touched her fleece and then parted her.

"Oh!"

She was awash in his scent; sweat, musk, and that unidentifiable smell that she associated with power. He exerted his control over her senses completely. An unspoken command and Maria parted her thighs for him.

 

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A bit more heated action is called for...

The Emperor's cock, thick and eager coursed over her clit again and again, sending shuddering waves of burning stimulation through her body.
He had not been with her in two years. She'd matured and ripened like sweet fruit and Napoleon was hungry.
Squeezing her breast in both hands until the nipple stood up stiffly from the tightly stretched
aereole, he licked it and sucked it and bit it.
She watched as he tried to engulf her entire breast into his mouth and felt his tongue, pressing and rubbing her sensitive tip, deep inside.
Maria opened her legs wide and locked them behind his back, turning her hips so the long stroking friction of his penis came in contact with the lips of her sex as well as her itching clit.
She was breathless...He had never been so aggresive! She looked at the wet, reddened point of her breast as he released it and gathered the other one into his hands and mouth.
He was aching to be in her, to penetrate, to impregnate her with his seed.
He slid back far and the tip of his cock slid down between her legs and stood poised at her opened gate.
"Are you ready Maria?"
His face was flushed...sweaty.

"Yes...OH YES!..Take me...treat me like a...whore!"

 

[Honey_B]

Maria complies...

"Don't worry. I am going to take you this very moment, Countess, just as you begged me to," the Emperor growled.

Maria looked deeply into the glittering eyes of her lover. In a quiet voice that belied the words' meaning, she said,

"Fuck me! Fuck your seed into me."

She could sense the fleshy mass of his prick lying in her open, quivering channel, jerking and insinuating itself with intense tremors. Its smooth head convulsed against her soft, sensitive slit until it was adjusted to meet the entrance of her vaginal opening.

"My God! Mon Emperor. I cannot wait much longer." Maria's voice throbbed thick and heavy.

At last, she felt him force open her vagina with his thick cock. She winced with the sheer pleasure of it. His weight crushed against her breasts as he thrust his hips forward. The elastic snugness of her opening resisted only for a moment, then opened like a haven as he entered her fully.

She emitted a throaty wail.

"Oh God, please! Please take me hard and fast! Consume me! Leave nothing left when you are through," she begged further.

Napoléon was elated by the crudeness of her cries. In all things, Maria was such a lady. That she was driven to such language excited him to no end.

 

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She seemed transformed, this hot blooded minx whose thighs he gripped in his arms. He drove himself into her while she writhed and
wailed, "Take me!...treat me like a whore!", this woman was the fair and delicate Countess Walewska?!"

Napoleon had not had recourse to prostitute since the early days at Toulon but he had a fair idea of what the beloved girl wanted...

"OH yes! Liitle whore...little slut...
I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you till you scream out! Till your cunt runs over with my semen. I'll fuck you till you cant walk!"

Mon Dieu!...he surprised even himself!

He raised her buttocks, lifting her beneath the knees to angle for deeper penetrations. She felt his thick penis, surging, thrusting deeper than ever before. It hurt but Oh God! she wanted MORE! She pushed herself up onto his plunging cock
wanting to take everything in , all of it, all of him! She locked her legs behind his back and tried to crush him.

Deep fast, coursing thrusts which fill and stretch her vagina...the sight of his cock disapearing over and over again between the slick pink petals of her sex...he is going, going, tumbling faster and faster to the precipice.
She twists onto him. impaling herself!

The rush is blinding, terribly fast...
"Maria..I..."

And he is falling,falling... sweet aching loads of his cum are gushing into her shuddering passage, flowing like a river into her womb.

 

[Honey_B]

Maria

The brutal pounding of her loins fuelled a fire that spread through every nerve and sinew of Maria's body. She met his every thrust with a force greater that she had ever imagined of herself.

They were consumed with their union. Maria and Napoléon, inflamed by their long duel, gripped each other, trying to use the other other more violently, more brutally, than either of them had ever thought possible.

Together they reached a shattering climax that once begun, came in racking spasms.

The lovers were left weak and drained. Everything that had passed between them, the hurt, pain, and anger ebbed away like the day's light in the late afternoon.

They lay together, silent, aborbing the rhythms of each other's breath. Sleep came and it was not until later that Maria felt ashamed.

 

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(((((BUMP)))))

 

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With the return of the Emperor's treasured Countess to the boards, we once again cast ourselves on the sea of SRP all the way to the last wine at Malmaison.

 

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"We were very naughty last night my empereur."
Marie looked utterly charming in the riding habit he'd brought her from Paris. Sunshine was caught in the richness of her hair, her cheeks were flushed and her bright eyes glittered like saphires in the morning light.

"Depraved my dear. Depraved would be a better word. But I must say..."
He knelt to take her delicate booted foot in his palms and then lifted her to the back of the big gray gelding.
"...it must agree with you."

The horse backed away and reared suddenly, knocking him to the ground.
Half a dozen guards started to close in on the frantic creature but the emperor waved them back. He delighted in watching Walewska on horseback. She could calm the wildest stallion and within a minute she had this one docily grazing while she laughed at the site of Napoleon dusting the mud from his old green cloak.

"I say My Lord you look the perfect 'Highwayman'...Should I be frightened?"

He mounted the small bay that he'd ridden for years, a dependable if somewhat dull animal, but he was never much of a horseman and they suited each other.
Taking the hamper of wine and food from a waiting servant, Napoleon gestured towards the tree line that ringed the formal gardens of the palace.

"Go on Marie, let the animal run. I'll catch up."

She waved happily and set the big horse to a loping gallop.

"She's very beautiful is she not?"
He looked down into Caulaincourt's face.
"Indeed your Grace, I've never seen her prettier."

Napoleon stared after her,
"It's beacuse she's with child...my child!
I will have a son!"

Caulaincourt never asked how the Emperor could be so sure of such a thing nor did Napoleon himself.