In the chill air, his kiss felt warm and inviting, and she found herself pressing against him as his tongue slid between her lips, smooth and wet as it moved against her own. He breathed deeply, savoring her scent.
Their bodies came together instinctively, and Collen pulled his thick cloak around them both, sealing in the warmth. Rela wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, enjoying the hard muscles beneath his fine wool tunic. His body was tense with an eager desire for her, like a bowstring stretched to the breaking point. They had kissed plenty, and Collen's hands had explored her body outside her dress, but she never let him go further for fear that she wouldn't be able to stop him, or that she wouldn't want to stop him.
Now a familiar warm sensation spread deep in her belly, that forbidden urge that she'd resisted for so long. Collen would be her husband. Why should she continue to resist? No one need know. This garden was private enough.
Rela took one of Collen's hands in her own and moved it down to her bosom. He stiffened for a moment in surprise, but he cupped her firm, round breast through the silk of her dress. His kiss grew more intense, and his mouth moved against her own as though he wanted to pull the very life force from her body.
His passion ignited hers, and she raked her fingers down through his black curls and gripped his neck tightly as she returned the kiss. Collen's thumb rubbed at her through the thin, smooth fabric of her dress, and her nipple puckered in response to his touch until she ached for more. Rela wanted Collen to rip the dress from her body, wanted to feel his warm flesh pressed against hers in the cold autumn air, wanted to feel his cock slide into her wet, hot hole as his body pressed against hers until...
What was she thinking? She shook her head to dispel the intoxicating lust and pushed Collen away. He looked at her, his eyes full of the same wild desire that she herself felt.
"What are we doing, Collen?" she whispered.
"What we've both wanted for so long," he said.
She shook her head. "I want to, oh Collen, how I want to, but..."
His mouth twisted in that charming lopsided grin of his. "But you want to go to your marriage bed a virgin."
"It's the right thing to do," she said. "My father says..."
Collen chuckled. "In some ways, you country folk are more refined than anyone I know. You hold fast to your morals and your virtue, even in the face of great temptation."
"You think you're such a great temptation, then?" Rela smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I do, my dear." Collen wiggled his eyebrows. "But why let that get in the way of enjoying the pleasures of a beautiful woman like you? There's no reason we can't sate our lust without compromising your precious virginity. There are ways..."
Rela gasped. "Oh Collen, surely you can't mean..." She had heard other noblewomen gossip and titter about what a man could do with his mouth and hands, and even more shockingly, what they themselves had heard of other girls - always other girls, of course - doing to please a man.
Rela thought of letting Collen put his head down there and touch her with his mouth, or even doing the same to him, and her face turned such a furious shade of crimson that she thought it would spread to her pale golden hair. Even so, she realized that she wanted it desperately. If she couldn't share his bed until they were married, perhaps they could share something else.
Of course, no lady could be so bold as to propose such a thing. But she could let herself be persuaded. Reluctantly, of course. "Just kiss me again, you fool," she said, and Collen came close.
His hand returned to her breast, and Rela pushed out her bosom as he squeezed and rubbed at her. Even the soft silk of her dress suddenly felt confining, and she wanted his warm lips against her skin. Fortunately, she didn't even have to hint or cajole. Collen's other hand found the row of buttons that ran down her spine, and his deft fingers popped them open one at a time until the dress loosened around her shoulders and slid off to reveal her pale skin. He pulled it gently downward to expose her round white breasts, firm and ripe and eager. The cool air made gooseflesh ripple across her smooth skin, and her nipples swelled as firm and dark and red as ripe cherries.
Collen cupped her breasts in his warm hands, and Rela moaned at the touch of his soft, smooth palms. His were the hands of a gentleman who rarely had to work, but she could feel his strength behind each delicate touch. His lips left hers, and his kisses left a slow trail along the line of her jaw. He nibbled at the lobe of her ear and kissed the soft skin behind it for what seemed an eternity, and she shivered at the wonderful sensation even as his fingers caressed her breasts.
Collen moved slowly down her neckline, biting gently and sucking at her throat until he reached the collarbone. His tongue flickered out to taste her, and he moved it down along her chest, leaving behind a damp trail of saliva that quickly chilled her skin, casting greater emphasis on the warmth of his tongue and his fingers.
His mouth found the ripe mound of her breast, and he took her nipple between his lips, kissing and sucking as his tongue rolled over her flesh. He squeezed her lightly between his teeth, and she let out a muffled squeal as he flicked his nimble tongue against her swollen, aching tip.
The warmth between her legs had grown more insistent now, and she felt tempted to abandon all her promises to herself. What were honor and virtue next to desire like this? She could feel a wetness down there amid the urgent need, and she pulled one of Collen's hands down from her breast and placed it between her legs.
He pressed against her crotch, and even through the thick folds of her dress and petticoats, his touch ignited the damp warmth there into a raging fire. A powerful sensation like nothing she'd felt before emanated from the spot where his fingers touched her, and she flexed against his hand, craving more. She gathered up her dress and pulled her petticoat up against her belly, and Collen's hand slipped beneath it. His palm found the warm flesh of her inner thigh and slid up and up until he found the dark triangle of hair at her crotch.
Rela's breath caught in her throat when his fingers found her sex. His hand had felt good through the dress, but the pleasure was far more intense when his fingertips spread apart her secret folds. She wondered briefly where he'd learned to do this, but that thought fell away as his fingertips glided up along her slit, gathering her moisture and slathering it against the swollen nub of flesh above her hole.
He touched that nub with two fingertips, light and gentle, but pleasure exploded through her body, and she sucked in a shuddering gasp as her hands clenched in his tumbled black hair. Her whole body tensed, and she writhed against him, but her excitement only fed his own, and his tongue quickened on her nipple as he sucked harder at her breast.
Collen's fingers moved faster, rubbing the hard little bump now slickened by her own desire, and she let out a ragged cry, then tensed as she remembered the milling throngs just on the other side of the wall. Instead of scaring her into pulling her dress down and hurrying away from Collen's lust, the thought of some curious commoner poking his head into the garden only thrilled her more. Her fear only fed her desire until it grew too large to ignore, overwhelming all thought of caution.
Collen's hand moved lower, and she raised her hips up on the stone bench to expose more of herself. His middle finger slid inside her, into that secret hole where no man had ever been. She tightened around him and bit off a squeal. She could feel every bit of his finger in exquisite detail as it slipped deeper. It felt bigger than she'd imagined, and she shuddered to think what his cock must be like. Would it even fit?
He moved it in and out, and her eyes widened in shock as he massaged the inner walls that tightened against him. She leaned back with her hands on the back of the bench and rocked her hips to the rhythm of his hand. Collen rose up and kissed her mouth again, and as his finger explored her depths, his thumb found that sensitive nub and rubbed back and forth, not teasing now, but massaging.
The pleasure inside her welled up like a great sea creature rising from the depths, shedding water as it breached
the surface to expose a rare and wondrous creature that basked in sunlight for one glorious moment before crashing back into the dark waters. She started to scream as ecstasy swept through her body, heedless of the people beyond the garden wall, but Collen quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her. The energy of that muffled cry rebounded into her, and sensation swept through her body with such intensity that her muscles seemed to clench and tighten.
Collen sensed her climax, but he didn't relent, plunging his finger faster into her tight hole, pressing down with his thumb, and Rela's vision seemed to narrow until she was looking down a long, dark tunnel. She thrashed against him as the waves of pleasure peaked, then gradually subsided into a warm haze of satisfaction.
Her body felt warm now despite the cool weather, and sweat glistened on her brow. Rela kissed Collen and smiled. "That was amazing," she said, but when she saw Collen's eyes, she knew that satisfying her had only made his own need far worse.
He pressed himself against her, and she felt the bulge in his trousers, hard and insistent against her thigh.
She moved her hand down to caress it through the wool, as much to stave him off as to please him. Collen shuddered and pushed against Rela. Her hands still shook from the climax he'd given her, but she fumbled open the laces of his trousers. His cock spilled out, long and hard. She remembered the tightness she'd felt around his finger and tried to imagine that inside her, but for now, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked her fingers up and down its smooth length.
Collen kissed her neck, and his hand found her breast again, squeezing her flesh as she pleasured him.
"You like that?" she whispered in his ear.
Collen nodded. "I need to be inside you," he said.
Even with her lust sated for the moment, Rela wanted that too. She knew that if he pushed her, she would open her thighs right here in some stranger's garden and let him do as he wished. The mere thought made her shudder with anticipation, and she felt her desire begin to grow again between her legs. She had to finish him fast, before he realized the power he held over her right now.
"Stand up," she told him, her voice husky and urgent.
Collen climbed to his feet, and she tugged at his hips and turned him to face her. His cock stood rigid in the cold air, level with her face and pointing slightly upward from a thick thatch of black hair. She looked up into Collen's eyes, and her lips curled in a sultry smile as she took his shaft and pulled him forward.
Collen gasped when she kissed its tip, and she lifted his cock to point skyward. His balls were drawn up tight below his manhood, and she kissed them as his musky man odor filled her nostrils. She ran her tongue along the smooth length of his shaft, feeling his desire pulse in the soft underbelly. His skin wasn't just warm, it was hot, and when she wrapped her lips around him, Collen let out a long, shuddering breath.
She pulled him slowly into her mouth, gazing up into Collen's eyes, letting him watch what she was doing. Although she had blushed furiously just thinking of doing such a thing, seeing the desire in his eyes left no shame in the act itself. The pleasure on his face was writ plain, and she felt his body tremble with every subtle movement of her tongue. As her lips slid down his shaft, pulling him into her mouth, she cupped her tongue against him, caressing and massaging as she opened her jaw to him. He touched the back of her throat and groaned, but Rela forced herself to take him even deeper. She took slow, long breaths through her nose and relaxed her throat, tightening around him, making her mouth and throat as tight around his cock as her sex had been around his finger.
Collen's head rolled back on his neck, and he twined the fingers of one hand in her golden curls, then tightened his hand in a fist. As Rela sucked at him, he began to move his hips, sliding his shaft in and out. Soon, he had taken control completely, holding Rela's head in place while he thrust into her warm, wet mouth as if it were the hole between her legs.
She pressed her hands against his hips, but he was too strong to resist. Even as she struggled not to choke, she surrendered completely to him. Collen felt so good in her mouth, warm and hard and pulsing with a long-restrained desire. She could feel his pleasure in each frenzied thrust of his hips, and so she did what she could to make her mouth the hole he truly craved, tightening her lips around him, sucking and massaging with her tongue.
Soon, she felt dribs of warm, slick fluid on her tongue and in her throat, salty and sweet. Collen's breathing was ragged and fast now, and she could feel his pulse thrumming through the rock-hard shaft in her mouth. She sucked harder, stroking and squeezing at the base of his cock.
He took her head in both hands and pulled her forward, plunging even deeper, holding her still as he cried out. His cock swelled in her mouth, a deep, powerful throb as something thick and hot hit the back of her throat.
Rela strained to hold him, sucking even harder as every muscle in her body cried to pull away. She grasped his hips and held on, resolved to keep pleasuring him until his climax ended. He began to move again, long, slow thrusts that filled her mouth with his seed. His body was rock-hard, every muscle rigid as he shuddered. Then he began to soften in her mouth, and she sucked at him, licking the last warm drops of fluid from his tip as it slowly eased downward.
Collen collapsed on the bench beside her, breathless and spent as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. His crooked grin held a contentment she'd not seen before. "I hope you'll still do that when we're wed," he told her.
Rela blushed and looked away. She didn't want to admit she'd enjoyed sucking him, even as he finished in her mouth. Let him think this was his treat.
"You want to find that inn now? It will take a few minutes, but I'll be ready to do this again soon."
Rela groaned. "Heavens, Collen, you're insatiable!"
He shrugged. "I disagree. I simply require regular sating. So what do you say? We've got hours before dinner. We could work up quite an appetite."
Rela's eyes widened at the mention of dinner. "Oh no, the feast!" She looked down at her dress, not just stained now, but rumpled and wrinkled by all they'd done together. She stood suddenly, hurrying to pull the dress back over her shoulders. "Help me with these buttons, I've got to get to the castle!"
"This is what I get for falling in love with a noblewoman," Collen said with a sigh. "Off to the castle to cavort with the king." His accent became rough and mocking. "Don't worry, m'lady! I'll just muck the horse stalls and have a bowl of gruel while you're at feast!"
Rela shot him a sour look. "Your father has more servants than mine, you know. I can't help that I was born to a baron. Which you will someday be, if you marry me," she said, grabbing his collar and pulling him close for a kiss.
His accent changed in a heartbeat, taking on a haughty affectation. "Of course, madame. Our combined bloodlines shall create a powerful House, and someday we may challenge the throne itself!"
"I have to go," she said. "Let's meet again tomorrow."
"I'll be right here on this bench waiting!" he called. She smiled back at him once more, then hurried through the gate.
Orange torches glowed like eyes from Castle Darkmoon's arrowslits and windows as Rela allowed a liveried servant to help her down from the coach. This close, the castle seemed immense and intimidating, a wartime fortress rather than the high seat of a nation at peace.
Even so, candlelight shone on the flowing vines and flowers that decorated the drawbridge chains, and a steady stream of men and women in rich finery crossed beneath the ramparts to hand their invitations to a guardsman in gleaming armor.
Rela followed, checking her hands once more to make sure that nothing from Magdha's shop had left a stain on her delicate white skin. She had barely had time to fix her hair and change into a clean dress; she still wore the stained petticoat beneath. When she presented her invitation to the guard, his eyes widened, and he turned to whisper something to a pageboy behind him.
"Is something wrong?" Rela asked.
"A moment please, my lady," the guar
d said. Behind her, newly-arrived guests queued up and murmured their displeasure at being kept waiting. Fortunately, an officer arrived after a moment and gave her a curt bow.
"Lady Rela Dahr?" he asked. "I'm Captain Marcor."
"Yes, Captain. Is there a problem?"
"Not at all, my lady," Marcor said. "Would you please accompany me? I've been ordered to escort you directly to the King."
A premonition sent a chill up Rela's spine, but she forced a smile onto her face. She remembered Malgar's words earlier that day - an announcement he couldn't wait for her to hear. She couldn't refuse such a summons, but she doubted it could be good news. Would the King choose tonight to demand that her father's barony send more taxes to the throne?
"Lead the way, Captain," she said. "It will be an honor to speak with the King personally."
Marcor turned crisply on one heel and led her past the gates and through a narrow corridor of the same dark stone that formed the castle's walls. Here it felt constricting, and soon she lost her sense of direction in the twists and turns. They passed several doorways until Marcor stopped and pushed open a thick wooden door and motioned for her to enter.
Rela stepped through and found herself in the throne room itself. Marcor followed Rela into the large, opulent chamber carpeted in rich crimson. Tapestries of red and gold hung on the walls depicting scenes of war and hunting, dark, bloody images no doubt meant to intimidate visiting dignitaries. King Volgar wasn't known for warm hospitality.
A dais stood at the far end of the room, and in its center stood a throne of dark wood, richly carved and embossed in gold leaf. Its armrests were shaped into snarling wolf's heads, and the Darkmoon sigil stood high above its occupant's head.
The king himself sat before her. Volgar, a tall man still in his prime with the heavy muscles of a warrior, stared at her with eyes as blue and cold as a frozen lake. A sharp beak of a nose stood out over a thick brown beard streaked with iron gray. Captain Marcor escorted Rela to the area below the dais and bowed low. Rela followed suite a heartbeat later, both to show respect and to avoid the king's piercing gaze.
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