The Spy's Daughter And The Rebel Colonel (Closed for Initiate_me))

[Homerun2611]

My life had been a journey of much happiness and much tragedy. My first marriage had been arranged, my wife the daughter of an English noble, a textile manufacturer, my father's most important trading partner in Europe for his cotton. My wife had been a good woman, true, attractive yet timid, a devout Christian who had struggled with allowing herself the joys of the flesh, other than for purposes of procreation. She had many difficulties conceiving, four miscarriages in out first two years of marriage.

When the blessed day finally came, their child being born, it had nearly killed her, severe bleeding suggested she should not have any more
children. With her ability to conceive forever gone, so went her willingness to enjoy each other sexually. It was as if she felt it was a penance for her inability to mother more children. She encouraged me to enjoy the needs of a man, just not in our marital bed. And I am ashamed to say, I allowed myself to partake liberally.

When they died, I felt as if my life was over, deep was my depression, almost as deep as my guilt. Was this my punishment for for the sins of my endeavors? In turn I became celibate and did my own penance, focusing exclusively on the business at hand. My sole focus was the running of my father's plantation after his death, and then my duty as a Confederate Officer. They had given me a purpose. Many a woman had been directed my way over these last years, but none had received any more than a polite rejection, as I redoubled my efforts at seclusion. It must have been the injury, my need for help and kindness that had allowed a window to my heart to open, and for Elizabeth to easily slip through.

Thus as I had ridden this day, I had found myself sinking back to the man I had been. Elizabeth had awoken in me something from the ashes, like a phoenix, I had felt feelings and passions, that I had thought had long since died, and in some ways had never existed like this at all.

Thus it was with great trepidation, a move of utter desperation I had taken her into my arms, and kissed her. The first kiss had been sublime, the second even better, but nothing compared to the soft whisper from her lips, "Yes, I will lie with you." The joy in my heart almost did it burst, and the electric shock that moved throughout my body was mere fuel to the flames of desire that were raging throughout my being.

I pulled her in and kissed her one more time! Hands roving, bodies pressing, lips latching and tongues dancing! We finally broke and stepped away, "Thank you...I must gather worms, and catch us a feast, for I want you to be strong and sustained for the final night of our trip!"

An hour later, worms turned into a small fish, that would yield three fine rainbow trout, each a pound or more per. We set the fish in a small pail partially filled with water to keep them fresh, and I offered my hand to walk Elizabeth back. Marabel had the fire raging and was preparing onions and potatoes we had brought from the farmland of her shack. I held up the pail, a smile on my face, a grin from ear to ear. I held up the pail, "We were successful...let's eat!"

 

[Initiate_me]

A beautiful scene we had, gathered around the fire, sat cross-legged, eating quietly together. I stole glances at my two companions. Their faces were cast in light and in shadow, by the flames and the gathering night. To me, Marabel was exotic, mysterious and beautiful. Her hair needed some attention- understandable, with how long it might have been since she had access to a proper selection of soaps. Had she ever had access to a Lady's toilette? I made a note in my mind to ensure that she was given good clothes when we arrived, garments of dignity.

And Rusty... his face was hard, weathered... but kind, somehow. His goodness seemed to shine through all of the marks and lines left by war and struggle. And he cared for me. I understood that now.

I looked back down to my bowl before he could notice my stare. This simple meal was as enjoyable as anything I could remember consuming. Perhaps it was the company. And would we maintain this unity, and contentment, once we reached my home, and all of its challenges and compromises? We ate without speaking, in a contented silence, and then Marabel yawned and excused herself, retiring to her bedroll on the far side of the fire. A full moon smiled down on us, and I moved over to Rusty, sat down beside him and leant my head upon his shoulder.

 

[Homerun2611]

(OOC: I am taking a liberty here in this story, to have my character sing a romantic song not of the period, using an instrument that was brought to the states from Europe in the 1840's for the first time I believe, but whose lyrics could have been wholly appropriate. This is also a homage to both Sting and Eva Cassidy who do amazing renditions of "Fields of Gold". Please forgive me for my indulgence here.)

Some nights, some moments are too perfect for words, instead you let the setting, the mood and the closeness of companionship have its due, and thus we did. I had cleaned the fish, as the ladies cut and prepared the vegetables, and then over and open fire with just a touch of butter, salt and pepper we created a meal that was as good as I could remember.

How in such a short I could have developed the sense of kinsmanship and trust I felt at this moment I did not quite know. However, I am a man who trusts his gut and soul, and once again his heart. I felt I could trust these two women with anything, and in turn, I would gladly give my life to protect and provide for them. I would have been lying to not say I was attracted to both, but my heart, my love, was with my Angel, my Elizabeth.

We enjoyed the fire, the birds and the light winds around us, we spoke briefly of tomorrow but both of Marabel and I knew little of what might lie ahead, and other than her few brief warnings to Marabel, Elizabeth had stayed largely quiet. Being a man, a Southern Officer and Gentry, I was not concerned for me, more for Marabel and how my feelings and relationship with their beautiful young daughter might sit with Elizabeth's parents.

However, as we began to near night's end, and Marabel kindly bid us goodnight I was with Elizabeth for our last night alone. I put one more log on the fire and as I sat down Elizabeth came down and sat beside me, and I felt the warmth of love and fire of desire as she leant her head upon my shoulder. "Can I do something for you?" I asked sure she had no idea what I had planned. I had one special momento that had been with me throughout the war, a gift from Europe, a guitar that up until this night I had only ever played for myself.

I went to our wagon and pulled it out from deep under the bags and blankets, I was quite certain Elizabeth didn't even know I had it or even what it was. I sat back down and waited for her to cradle back in. These were turbulent times, and I knew better than most how fleeting our time might be. Two nights ago Elizabeth had given me a gift unlike she could ever give again. We looked into the fire, quiet for a bit.

"Elizabeth, I can't promise you what tomorrow or any tomorrow after that might bring...I wish I could...but too much is happening in this world that we don't control. But we do have tonight...and I heard a song around a campfire that I have thought of all day, it makes me think of you...and if for whatever reason...we only have this time...I want you to know, that I have never been happier. Can I play it for you?"

I felt a nervousness, and a since of emotion that might make my voice break, but I did my best, "I believe it is called Fields of Gold ..." The instrumental was simple, my guitar, and my voice in the still of the Southern night. But every word, ever verse I hoped was something she would long remember, even if I was no longer at her side.

When it ended, I just let the last note ring...and set my guitar down. I didn't ask if she liked it or not, I only hoped she knew what it meant to me, it was a promise of eternal memory and love for this time, for her, for what we had shared...no matter what the future might hold. My guitar down on the ground I put my arm around Elizabeth, and then I placed my other hand on her hip to turn her toward me. Rather than go inside of our tent though, I turned and pulled her into me, grasping her petite body into my strong hands and pulling her in.

The kiss was a manifestation of all the emotion and the uncertainty of our, of everyone's future. But now I had her, my lips latching to hers, my mouth opening and our bodies pressing...I could not help but moan into the kiss...as my hands began wandering. First up and down her back, and then one hand down the outside of her leg, and then sliding my hand under the hem and petticoat of her dress...only to find the inside of her leg and then move back up toward her inner thigh...

 

[Initiate_me]

Enraptured, I sat quite and still, beside the tent, in front of my lover. I watched and listened as he played the strange instrument, moving his skilful fingers across its strings, bringing forth beautiful, holy, shimmering sounds. His strong voice accompanied it with a surprising subtle grace, in a song of love and nostalgia. And perhaps regret.

The fire was burning softly down. I could not see Marabel on its far side, to know if she slept or listened. In that moment I knew that we three had everything, everything that mattered in that instant. We had warmth, sustenance, company and trust, and faith in the almighty. Whatever awaited us at the plantation, in the next chapter of our lives, this time would always have been ours. Nothing and no one would ever be able to take it from us.

The song ended, and before I could recover and ask for more, Rusty pulled me to him, as easily as if I was a flower, and kissed me. I returned the kiss, with all my soul, and I felt something on my cheek... to my shock, it was a tear. I hoped he would take no heed of that, lest he should think it strange, or take the notion that I desired to stop. I did not desire to stop. His strong hands were on me, under my clothes, caressing my thigh, and before I could ever think, I was shifting my body to draw him closer to touching the heat of my intimate area. Then, my hands on his shoulders, I lifted myself up lightly to sit astride him, never ceasing to kiss his hungry lips.

 

[Homerun2611]

The kiss was passionate, as emotions boiled over and once again Elizabeth was in my arms. Pulling her body into mine, my kisses enthusiastically returned, as she seemed to welcome my tongue into her mouth, as only the first instance of our bodies need and desire to interweave into one. As my hand slipped up inside her long dress, and traveled up her silky, bare thigh, I felt her move to allow my access to her most intimate areas. As my hand was about to press in, she stood up and straddled over the top of my lap, allowing my to pivot my palm to face upward and press into her.

With the kiss temporarily broken, I looked into her beautiful eyes, and saw the single tear on her cheek. "I hope that means you enjoyed my playing...I hope you will let me play for you again soon, I would like to." Her face was sweet, yet so enticing, and I arched my back up to kiss her again. We were so close and in this position I did not want to wait, I wanted to make love to her late into the night, but I wanted our first time to be right here, right now, like this!

In this position, straddled over me, I massaged her warm, most intimate area, her young and heated sex. I felt her body as I massaged and cupped her pussy teasing and rubbing her vulva and clit through her clothing, "Let me unleash you here, I want you now just like this...." Moving my hand subtly I ripped open the thin covering, and now worked her bare skin and tender folds. "....Unleash me Elizabeth, please unleash me, please let me be up and inside of you...would you like to ride me?" With my free hand, I began fumbling and unbuttoning the buttons of her dress, while arching my neck and back up, for yet another kiss! I wanted her with every muscle, thought and fibre of my body!

 

[Initiate_me]

Silently, blushing, I nodded. I shed my dress and allowed it to drop softly onto the grass, and sat there astride him in only my thin white petticoat. Between my legs, it was soaked through from the stimulation his hand had dealt to me.

My fingers fumbled with his belt, clumsily, as I tried to undress him. He was slowly unbuttoning his rough cotton shirt, and I knew his eyes were on me, on my near naked body and the wet patch evident on my petticoat, and I struggled some more before succeeding. He shifted and drew his trousers down past his knees, and his cock was free, hard and veined, stood erect as if waiting for my touch. The breath caught in my chest. Feeling that I should at least attempt to show initiative, I tentatively grasped it with my small hand. It was hot to touch, and I could feel blood pulsing into it, signalling his desire to penetrate me, to make me his again. I looked into his eyes as I held it, gently, cautiously, waiting for direction.

 

[Homerun2611]

I watched her shed her dress and admired her body cast in a combination of the star, moon and firelight of our fire, the combination casting shadows and colors which danced across the impeccable canvas of Elizabeth's body and thin petticoat. I moaned as she moved astride me and diligently worked to loosen my trousers, "My God, you are so beautiful, so entirely perfect....oh how i want you as only MINE!" I half whispered, half moaned, feeling a need so deep inside myself to be once again immersed in her.

I had unbuttoned my shirt and as I then slid my pants off, I was naked and hard and wanting her. She slid her hand on my cock and I closed my hand around hers, gently moving it up and down to show her how to begin pleasing me, as I leaned in, my breath catching from her touch, but needing to taste her sweet lips once again. Our kiss was long, and passionate, only broken by my moans as I felt her fondling and teasing my highly aroused cock. There was no doubt I was producing precum as I felt her hand get more and more slippery as it worked my tip and shaft.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes our lips and noses only inches apart. "I very much like your hand there, but I think we need to be together. We were sitting on the ground, and I reached over and putting my hands on her waist I lifted her, up, only to slide her petticoat off, and gaze upon her young flesh. "Never in my life have I seen anything as beautiful as your naked figure, if I could have one wish, you would never be clothed again." I smiled at the ridiculous aspiration.

Putting my hands back on her I moved her so that her feet straddled my thighs, and then slowly as I looked up into eyes that I adored, I assisted as she lowered to her knees. "Take hold of him, guide him inside of you...make us one again..." I pivoted her pelvis and and helped her sheath impale itself on my sword. "Oh yes Elizabith...yes my love..." As I helped her lower, I also pushed my throbbing hardness up inside of her soft, wet, warm, silky glove.

"Kiss me....Kiss me Elizabeth..." And as I tried to arch my back and neck up to meet her...I began thrusting my phallus in and out as I also moved her body up and down....she was a goddess, riding bareback, under the moon and stars!

 

[Initiate_me]

He had guided me in the stroking motion to employ with his erection, and I had obeyed, eager now to learn just how a man should be pleased. It's heat and hardness in my grasp was exhilarating. Then, it seemed that his need for me became too much, as he removed my petticoat and brought me into position to join with him. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder- no indication that Marabel was observing again but with the fire between us it was impossible to say for sure. I found, again, that the idea did not upset me.

Rusty helped me to slowly, slowly lower myself onto him, guiding his cock to the soft wetness of my tight little opening. The head pushed its way in, and he thrust up into me in his impatience to unify us, pressing several inches up into the slick narrow tunnel of my pussy, and I gasped out loud. His hands on my hips steadied me, and I began to slowly move up and down, gently, feeling his cock moving up into me, filling me. After a minute I found some rhythm- it was akin to riding a horse that made its brisk but careful way along a grassy track. Moving up and then allowing myself to fall, controlled, steady, instinctive.

Sweat was gathering on my chest, my lower back. The heat of the fire on me. His hands encouraging me to gradually increase my speed. I lifted my head and the stars urged us on, telling us to grasp whatever pleasure and escape we could, amid the chaos of our cruel, confused world.

 

[Homerun2611]

I felt every sweet inch of her tight, slick womanhood as she lowered and I pressed up. I forgot all about Marabel, for in this moment, on this star filled night, it was just Elizabeth and I becoming one with nature, one with each other. Her body was so petite, so light, yet her tight stranglehold on my hard and needy cock, kept every cell in my body enraptured."Oh God Elizabeth, Oh God it feels, I feel so good inside of you. Ride me...take me!"

We went from slow to faster to fast. I saw her rear her head back and an saw the moonlight sparkle on the beaded perspiration of her naked breasts and chest. "Your beautiful... so beautiful..." I moaned and then I leaned forward, bringing my lips and tongue to her flesh. Kissing and licking while my mouth found her breast and latched and sucked on her nipple. My spear pushing ever faster ever harder as her body bounced and I felt and heard her reactions.

I had no idea what would happen once we reached her home, but I knew I had now....and I was going to enjoy Elizabeth in as many ways and as often as she might allow. I moved from one nipple to the next, I wanted to make her entire body feel our passion. I took her hips and moved her faster and faster, driving her up and down as deep and hard as her body would allow. I rolled my head back, my body on fire....I could feel I was about to cum...."Oh Elizabeth...my Elizabeth...cum to meeeee!!!!!" And i felt my body stiffin, muscles spasming, canon firing!

 

[Initiate_me]

The thrill of bringing Rusty to orgasm through my own movements pushed me over the edge, and I felt everything clench, contract, my mouth opened but no sound came out, I just gasped up at the night sky, waiting for the rush to subside. It did, and I fell forward onto him, head on his shoulder, hair in his face.

I could feel his warm, sticky ejaculate oozing out from where our genitals met, his making their final, weaker spasms. I'd learned something. That he was happy for me to be in control, at least sometimes, and that I was indeed capable of performing such a role. Kissing his sweat-beaded neck, I whispered to him that I was his. And we stayed there, entwined on the grass, him holding me to him, until the fire died and left us chilled by the cold air. Then we retired to the tent, and lay together under blankets, silent because nothing needed to be said.

Sleep found him before me, and I turned over images of home in my mind. How strange it would be, to be returned there. How much had I really changed? Would I revert to that simple girl, who knew nothing of the world? Or would the experiences of the hospital, this journey, my lover, stay fast in my soul and allow me to realise my true self? How would Rusty and Marabel be welcomed? I fretted on these matters for a quiet while, before reminding myself that no good would come of it. And so I said my prayers, which that night were full of gratitude and wonder, and closed my eyes.

 

[Homerun2611]

She had let loose, trusted me, or at the very least wanted me, more than she wanted to stay the shy girl, denying her own needs. She rode me over the cliff and I loved the exhilaration of the jump and fall as we tumbled together, spasming, thrusting and enjoying each other completely until she collapsed in my arms sated, our bodies grinding until there were no more waves that could hit the shore.

I heard her whisper and I pulled her close, holding and protecting. I whispered back, "And I...yours, do not forget." With the fire barely embers, I carried her to our tent, wondering when, not if, we would share a bed again. We were naked her body draped over me, her head on my chest, my hands tickling her back as sleep caught me. It was a cool night, the perfect kind for sleeping, but it must have been the hoot of the owls that woke me.

It was still pitch dark, at least two if not three hours until sunrise, the most beautiful girl I could imagine naked and caressing me in our bed. "Elizabeth?" I whispered, but all I heard and felt was her body gently breathing on top of me. She was an angel...but I was feeling a bit of the devil. Making love to her had been wonderful, but I was hard again, and wanting to enjoy one last thing if I could persuade her.

Slipping out from underneath her, I watched her grab the pillow and move such that her legs were a bit open and I slid around between them, and slid my biceps up and under her thighs, arching her perfect little bottom up to me. "I hope you will enjoy this..." I whispered, before lowering my head and extending my tongue to tease her taint and slowly slide my tongue up the crack of her firm young ass.

I heard a slight moan, like she was having a dream. I licked her again, but this time I let my tongue go all the way from taint to her tight little rosebud and back again....with each passing I teased her rosebud a bit more...and pressed my tongue a bit farther into her tightest opening. I would let her body tell me if she wanted more, was wanting a mid might surprise...little did I know that marabel had awoken, heeding the call of nature, and as she walked back, she had thought she heard a motion in our tent and had moved in closer to take a look....

 

[Initiate_me]

Something drew me from slumber. A feeling, an unfamiliar sensation. I came around, and in the dark my eyes searched for my lover, but to no avail. But a warm, probing sensation below... when my consciousness fully returned to me I realised what it was... was this really something that men did for their women?! I had never heard of such thing, it seemed deviant, it seemed perverse... and yet... oh my word... it felt so, so[.i] good.

My face pressed to the blanket, I pushed myself against it, silently urging him to probe deeper. I couldn't prevent whimpers of pleasure from escaping me, nor could I stop my hand from reaching down to my tingling pussy.

 

[Homerun2611]

I knew it was risky and terribly taboo, but there was not a single part of Elizabeth that I did not find incredibly appealing and wanted to pleasure and enjoy. She didn’t murmur a single word, however when her body tensed, I knew she was awake, but it was only when she pushed back, I knew she liked it.

“Mmmm, good, I am pleased you are enjoying my sleepy surprise. I simp,y couldn’t deny myself one last time with you.” Suddenly though, I heard a different sound, a laugh, and then Marabel poked her head inside the tent. “You’re not stopping der, with only yourz mouth, are yourz Colonel? I think she is ready, aren’t you Mizz Elizabeth? Don’t you want to enjoy each other?” She was speaking the grammatically challenged vocabulary of an uneducated slave. But while not able to read, Marabel was experienced in the pleasures of the flesh

Marabel had dared mention, what I secretly most desired, I had prepped and lubricated Elizabeth’s perfect, tight pink pucker, not just for her, but me. “Mizz Elizabeth if you’z allows me, I can do sumptin you’d like or you and da Colonel can just go on by yourselves?” I wasn’t exactly sure what Marabel might do, but I was sure she had a plan.

I took my cock in my hand, and I teased my tip against her rosebud slick with my saliva, “Do you want to try Elizabeth, may I claim you there as well, I will be gentle as I can...”

 

[Initiate_me]

When I heard Marabel's voice, I became fully awake. It jolted me up out of my haze, knowing that she was looking in on us. Just how much of my body was... on display?

"Mmmpphh... just... go, Marabel! I'm trying to sleep!" The lie was probably clear, but I did not want to acknowledge aloud what we all knew was happening. I heard the flaps of the tent close. The head of his cock was nudging against my virgin asshole, which had only now ceased from pulsing with the pleasure of my lover's tongue. I wanted to give everything up to him. And completely surrender. Anything which would give him enjoyment, and tighten our growing bond. But... something inside urged me to hold back. It said that this was an unnatural thing, sinful. And the pain would be terrible. And it was no activity for a lady.

"No....," I murmured. "Just... something else. Please".

 

[Homerun2611]

I could tell Elizabeth was some sort of angry and/or embarrassed, but either one was not acceptable. "Marabel you overstep your bounds, please leave." I did have to smile at Elizabeth's statement of trying to sleep, as it was clear, that sleeping was not on the present agenda. However, I had apparently mistaken her reaction to my oral pleasuring of her perfect heart shaped ass and anus, for when I broached the idea of letting my cock enjoy her tightest hole, I received a rebuke, although the firmness was in doubt. "No....Just... something else. Please"

I tried to speak softly, "I'm sorry, I thought you might want...of course" Her reaction and the way she pressed back had made me think she would enjoy anal love, for between two lovers I considered any enjoyment of each other's body's natural, but I feared I may have moved too fast or into a space she was not comfortable, she would need to give me a sign of encouragement for me to pursue that path again.

"Are you sure you want to continue...." Yet there she was, on her knees, her beautiful body seemingly awaiting to be mounted, so I did not ask again. Instead, I took my cock and teased her soft smooth lips, using my tip to tease and massage her clit from its hood, before placing my hand on her hip...and slowly pressing my cock deep within her. "...oh, you feel so good...I hope...please...AHHHH....MMMMM!" And I simply could not help it. I would stop if she asked, but I did not want to ...in fact I wanted nothing but to enjoy her one last time on our journey!

 

[Initiate_me]

I kissed the blanket as he entered me, and groaned my pleasure into its rough cotton. Eyes closed, I pictured him holding himself over me on his elbows, brow furrowed in focused arousal. Marabel had been ordered away, and I relaxed, feeling my opening stretch to allow him inside, and I felt the heat start to fill me.

"Don't stop," I moaned. "Don't stop".

I felt it to be one more night of freedom, one more chance, and then the next day... the next day belonged to no one, we could not know what it held. This was our opportunity and we were obligated to seize it.

 

[Homerun2611]

I was pleased that Marabel was gone as I wanted to savor this last time with Elizabeth as who knew when they might have this again. My body was getting stronger every day, and the recent work associated with the travel was getting my body back into its old, sculpted, muscled form. My body in a full plank position, I raised my entire body, rest my elbows, forarms and tips of my toes off the ground so that I could fully enjoy my cock's dissent down into the welcoming cove of Elizabeth.

Up and down I moved, enjoying every spectacular inch of her tight tunnel. "I have no intention to stop...and I hope you never refuse my advance or entry?" I let my knees come to the ground and pressed them up against the back of her thighs. I leaned back so that my torso was now upright and I pivoted her pelvis into my hands to allow my easy entry.

"Trust me Elizabeth...I am going to go hard and move your body as I need to maximize my ability to go deep and hard. I want you to let your body go, arch your back and just enjoy riding me. I want to hear and feel your arousal and passion...you are not a lady right now...do not hold back...just be my lover...and let me be yours!"

I pulled her up on my thighs and lifted her up slightly, as I began to use my thighs and core to explode into her...deep...hard...fast...and passionate...."YES...OH GOD YESS...ELIZABETH...YOU...YOU...ARE SO GOOOOOODDDDD!!!! "

 

[Initiate_me]

As he plunged himself into me, over and over again, I simply lay there, gasping, mouth to the blanket. It felt wonderful, just to lie there and be taken, to surrender all of my control.

And then he pulled me up, with gentle yet assertive motion, and before I knew it he was kneeling and he drew me back onto him, eased his hard cock slowly back into my throbbing pussy, entering me again. He lifted me and then started to thrust into me harder, faster, holding me there against him, his breath on my neck, his words of pleasure loud in my ears. I could say nothing in return, just cry out into the night as I felt orgasm rush through me, a thick searing burning pleasure, and my legs shook, clamped together, and I felt my internal muscle grip his cock in greedy climatic lust, as if to milk him for everything he could give.

 

[Homerun2611]

She was always so quiet, but no matter how shy she was in expressing her feelings, her body could not hold back. It let me feel how much she wanted me, cared for me, perhaps even loved me. But that could come, he could wait, perhaps he was the one moving to fast, so for now, he simply enjoyed her.

Up on top of his thighs, she opened and took me in. I was hard and wanting, but she was wanting too. Deep in her, our bodies pressed together, sweating, grinding, kissing, enjoying, "You are spectacular!" Her legs clamped as she came, and her pussy gripped tight as it spasmed and coated my cock in the juices of our passion. It was more than I could take. "Ahh....aAAAHHH....Gah....hmmmm.....MMMMM...GAWD!!!" I gripped her waist tight, and drove myself up and held and came...over and over I filled my young Elizabeth...my single treasure in this ungodly war!

I held and kept thrusting slowly as we both rode out our orgasms, the passion of this last night. She was still in my arms, me inside of her. I gave her a long kiss! "Don't forget tonight and what you have felt here. I know tomorrow and back home, things will be different, but don't forget." We laid there that night in each other's arms, holding each other close. It would only be later, much later I would think back on these words and realize, I had been talking to myself as much as Elizabeth!

 

[Initiate_me]

"Don't forget tonight and what you have felt here. I know tomorrow and back home, things will be different, but don't forget."

I nodded and tried to murmur some sort of response, but I was exhausted, from this, from the journey, the new emotions, everything. I just kissed his hand and lay there with him, as we allowed our bodies to ease and relax, for everything to come down, slow down, drop back down. The environment of the tent was one of pure comfort as we bedded down for the night, and I reflected that I felt no desire for the luxury of my chamber awaiting at home. It almost could be a prison cell for me now.

The thick, sticky viscous fluid he had fired into me was leaking out between my legs. In my ignorance I did not even know what it should properly be called. I reached down and ran my finger through some of it, fascinated. It was evidence of our intimacy, testament to our love, and in turn I felt fond of it, strange and gooey as it was. The night pulled at me as I tried to stay awake, seeking with doomed efforts to prolong this dying day, maintain the purity of our experience, the beauty of our semi-existence in the broken and twisted world of war to which we belonged and to which we knew that we must imminently return.

Things awaited us. Bad things. Trials and pain and fear, in forms which we could not have guessed.

 

[Homerun2611]

I simply fell asleep, my young lover in my arms, allowing myself the treat of reveling in this last night, for this trip had been both wonderful and unsettling. On it I had found life, rebirth, and something to truly look forward to. I hoped for the opportunity to see where Elizabeth and I might go, and whether there might truly be a chance to build a life together? As I fell asleep, her young, soft body in my arms, her heart beating against my chest, I could not help but feel reborn. I kept thinking of her as my Angel, but then I also had to smile as she was not only my angel, but also my devil and one incredible fuck!

God I felt so good, driving myself into her, becoming one, and feeding her my seed. I had not worried about pregnancy, I was more than wiling to deal with the consequences. I awoke before her, and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before slipping out from under her hold and gently resting her head down on the pillow. I went to the creek to was myself and must admit I was stark naked when Marabel approached and I watched her gaze go up and down my form. "Marabel, I am happy you have joined us, but you must not just show up uninvited."

She laughed, "I was just trying to give her encouragement, did you not want what I suggested Sir?" I smiled, "That is for Elizabeth and I to decide, but...I was not against it!" She laughed and spun on her heel going back to her tent to dress and gather things up. I was not quite sure what I would encounter at Elizabeth's home, and I was glad that Marabel would be there as a bit of extra eyes and ears. I wondered if she would quarter near me, expected to attend to my personal needs? I did not want her to have to live in the general slave quarters, but I might not have much control over that decision.

When I walked back, now dressed and cleaned for the day, the horses watered and fed, I was just about to rig them up, when I saw Elizabeth and Marabel talking, and it appeared as if Marabel might be apologizing. I hoped so, as I wanted Elizabeth to be comfortable, and was fearful that last night might have made Elizabeth uncomfortable with our new guest?

 

[Initiate_me]

"We're all ready to be going then, miss," said Marabel, nodding to where Rusty was finishing preparation of the horses. But we stood for a moment together, looking round at the remaining traces of our camp. I wondered if her thoughts were the same as mine. Trepidation. And a strange grief, for the loss of the little life we had carried along our route together. The three of us.

"Marabel, when we arrive... as I have said to you... well. Just take care. Be mindful of who is around you, how you are presenting yourself..." my words trailed off as I failed to identify exactly what my advice to her was.

"I know." She took my hand and squeezed it. "I'm all sorry about last night, truly. I was so excited for you two."

I nodded. "I accept your apology. I know that perhaps... perhaps your culture has different ideas to mine. Which is not your fault."

"That's right- we knows how to have fun!"

I pretended not to hear that sly remark, and refocus instead on warning my new friend. "But you really must... you must maintain a humble, cautious, and above all, quiet persona at all times at the house whenever you are in the presence of anyone but Rusty and I. Because we do not know who we can trust."

"Not a problem!" Marabel said, and laughed, and stepped forward to approach the horses- but I surprised myself by grasping her arm and holding her back.

"Please, Marabel. This is of such importance. To all of us. Play the role of Rusty's personal servant, and play it well. Keep them all in the dark. At least until we know who we can put our faith in. Will you promise me?"

She nodded, expression finally serious. "I do."

"Thank you. Okay, let's continue with our journey." I patted her hand awkwardly and we walked over to the horses and my soldier. "All ready!" I said, a weak attempt at courage.

 

[Homerun2611]

I watched the exchange between Elizabeth and Marabel, but was not able to overhear and didn't try to intrude. However, I could tell it was serious, and a bit of spirit seemed to be missing in Marabel, but that was probably a good thing, as too much spirit might be taken wrong back at Elizabeth's plantation.

I also felt better that Marabel would be described as my personal servant. I did have something to ask Elizabeth when we had a chance. I helped Marabel into the wagon first and then helped Elizabeth up. "Would you like to ride up front with me for a bit, there are a few things i would like to discuss if we might?"

We took our places and I got the horses to again begin their slow trot. From what Elizabeth had said regarding her plantations proximate distance from the city of Atlanta, I knew we had only a four or five hour trip ahead of us, even if we stopped at lunch to water the horses and give them a brief respite. We had been riding almost an hour, and I looked in the back to see that Marabel had nodded off.

I had several questions for Elizabeth that I hoped we might address in privacy:

"Could you tell me a bit about your home and your mother and father? Your father is at war correct? Then is it your mother running things or is there someone she trusts, do you trust them?

"Do you have any idea how she might react to me? Would she like the idea that we have feelings or do we need to stay a secret?"

"How do I best protect Marabel, I don't want her subjected to unwanted advances, but I don't want to stop her either...would your mother expect if she was my personal servant she would stay with me...should I suggest that I have some carnal rights to her? Not to enjoy, but to protect her from others?"

​

I save my most important question for last....

"What about you and I? I can't imagine not being to enjoy you at all, do you think we will be able to create opportunities...will you tell your mother that you are now a woman?"​

I put my arm around Elizabeth as we talked, despite the heat, I just wanted to feel close to her, enjoy her for a few more moments...even before she answered, I gave her a long slow and romantic kiss!

 

[Initiate_me]

We spoke nothing for a while, watching the monotonous scenery pass by, scenery which to me took more and more of the characteristics of home. I knew it wouldn't be long. I felt nervous.

After checking that Marabel was sleeping, Rusty, his attention shared between the dirt road, horses, and my face, voiced questions that I had been turning silently for most of the morning.

"Could you tell me a bit about your home and your mother and father? Your father is at war correct? Then is it your mother running things or is there someone she trusts, do you trust them?

I sighed, and tried to gather my thoughts. What did I really think of my parents? It ought to have been a simple question for me.

"Yes, my Father has been away for some time. He writes to Mother when he can... but it is infrequent. I hope that she may have more news of him when we arrive. I... don't even know where he and his comrades are. He had such belief in our cause. And I was so proud of him, for taking that out into the world, against our enemies. But now... I don't know."

I looked over at his face, young but weathered by war, and knew that he would understand that. He had spoken about his doubts, his concern that our side might not have with us the weight of Christian morality.

"And yes, my Mother runs things, she keeps a close control. We have five staff there with us. Mr Cornice, a gentleman of advanced years but still considerable mental clarity and intelligence, who oversees all of the mundane day to day tasks. Ann, a girl who completes many of those small tasks, such as cleaning, and who assists the cook. The cook is Mrs Winters, a kindly lady but a terrible gossip, unfortunately."

I sighed again, thinking of these old characters of my childhood and youth, who would be so surprised to see me now, as a young woman who had seen horrors in a war hospital, and grown from that. And from other experiences...

"Then we have Stanton, the groom. Well, Mr Stanton I ought to say, but he has always been so friendly and informal with me. He is a decent man. A very decent man. I would even say that we can trust him. In fact I am sure that we can. He cares for the horses, and also lends his hands to the gardens, although those are small and not especially impressive.

And then the fifth... Mr Williams."

My voice must have tightened, because Rusty glanced over at me. I couldn't help it, just the thought of him made my throat feel tight.

"He directs the plantation. And the... workers. With assistance from three brutes who stay with us on a sort of rotation basis, but they are paid by the hour, as and when Mr Williams requires, and I do not know them well. But Williams is not a kind man. He has a temper, and I have seen him display some small acts of cruelty, although I must confess that I undertake not to see very much of him, when I can help it. We must take care, any information he gains, he will save to use to his advantage."

We spoke for a few minutes of various details of the responsibilities and personalities of the staff, his questions direct and intelligent, clearly he was preparing himself for them. Then he returned focus to my Mother.


"Do you have any idea how she might react to me? Would she like the idea that we have feelings or do we need to stay a secret?"

I toyed with the sleeve of my dress as I tried to imagine it. "She will be well-disposed towards you, I am sure of that. For your role as protector of our way of life, and for your... well, for you," I said, embarrassed, thinking of my Mother's reputation, as yet unconfirmed, for tempting younger men with her curvaceous body and sultry ways. Curves I had not inherited, and ways that were alien to me, but so easy for her. "I do not think she would approve of how we have become close. Not the fact of it- but the manner. I think... that we should hide it. Just for now."

He nodded, if this frustrated him, he had the grace not to show it. "How do I best protect Marabel, I don't want her subjected to unwanted advances, but I don't want to stop her either...would your mother expect if she was my personal servant she would stay with me...should I suggest that I have some carnal rights to her? Not to enjoy, but to protect her from others?"

I had thought of this already, and decided on the best course of action. "Yes, you would do well to imply that. It won't be necessary to say it outright. You should request that she be situated in a room next to your own- I am sure of the bedroom that will have been prepared for you, and the next room beside it is a small room that is usually filled with spare furniture, tools, and odds and ends. Mr Cornice and the girl will be able to ready that for Marabel in no time, and make it quite comfortable. It will be known, without being said, that she would be... in your service. After dark. And that will protect her. But she must be careful- I have instructed her to be, but I don't know how well she will follow my guidance. We must both watch out for her. And we can request that Stanton does the same."

The journey continued in quiet for a few minutes, just the gently sounds of hooves on dirt. I watched beech trees pass us by, and envied them for the stoic simplicity of their lives.

Rusty put his spare arm around me, drawing me closer to him, and I rested my head against his chest, feeling the undulation of the road, and the rhythm of his heart.

"What about you and I? I can't imagine not being to enjoy you at all, do you think we will be able to create opportunities...will you tell your mother that you are now a woman?"

"No," I whispered. "I will not tell her. She is my mother, and I love her... but I do not want her meddling ways to interfere with us, to direct us and push us. Not yet. Let her think that I still have my innocence and my virtue. She may have her suspicions, but let them remain that. Until my Father returns. I would like him to know first, or at least at the same time. He's such a good man. The two of you will get along famously, I'm sure."

He leaned in and I raised my head to meet his slow kiss, letting it melt away the tension and the nerves. I was happy- truly, in that moment. We had each other, and we had our young love.

 

[Initiate_me]

The gentle Southwest Tennessee hills welcomed us. All around I saw the fields of my youth. We passed a farmer, fixing his fence at the side of the track, and he waved to us in the warm, unquestioning manner to which I had once been accustomed. Back when this truly had been my home. Familiar trees beckoned us forward. Oak. Maple. Dogwood.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4c/bb/94/4cbb9480674e5f3ff453b480481e038f.jpg

These sights calmed me, eased my worries. I was returning to my family, my people. My house. I could do this. I could remain in control of the fear that had stalked my mind. And here, we were away from the heat of the battle, and the grip of our responsibilities. The time had come to allow ourselves some rest, to recover before facing the struggle anew. That was if we could ever again find the will for the fight...

The day was slowly dying, but the sun's light yet held firm, and I recognised a road I had ridden many, many times. We were close. I hoped that my answers to Rusty had set his mind at rest. I knew I could trust him, and depend upon him. Together we would be strong, and intelligent. We would protect Marabel, and we would protect our young relationship.