by Candy Quinn
It was a somewhat awkward process, getting me mounted on Silver, but she’s a sturdy, reliable horse, and Lord Alastair told me she seemed rather more at ease around me than some of the other staff, to his delight. His own horse Dusty is more of an untamed spirit. Nobody else has been permitted to ride him.
But I take to the process of riding like a fish in water. The feeling of such a big animal under me takes a few minutes to get used to, but once I stop being nervous — Lord Alastair at my side does a lot to help that — I find myself able to let go and feel really, truly free.
Cool wind whips around us as we ride, watching the sun rise brilliantly over the hills as we head towards the slowly waking town of Rookswood, passing by pastures and idyllic cottages that dot the countryside.
I feel like I’m in a lucid dream, my heart pounding in my chest as we ride. We make our way up a hill, a breezy vista that overlooks Rookswood like something out of a postcard. As soon as we’re up on the top, approaching an old oak tree that surveys the whole scene like an ancient monolith, I feel almost dizzied by the wonder of it all.
“Lord Alastair,” I say finally as we dismount the horses and he takes the reins from me, leading the beasts to a nearby smaller tree to tie them off, glancing over his shoulder at me with a wolfish smile. “I never knew the countryside could be so beautiful.”
“Still nothing compared to the Welsh Marches, my darling,” he says, striding over to me, his height imposing as ever in his black riding outfit and blood-red shirt, riding crop dangling at his side. “And nothing still compared to the locals found there,” he adds, lifting my chin with his fingers.
I’ve come to adore his touch so, and my body leans forward into the motion, warming at the thought of him already.
“Tell me, darling,” he says as his hand works up my coat, sliding it off gently and tossing it aside before he does the same for himself. “You’re charmed by my little corner of the world, but I have a question for you — what do you think of its master?”
I blink up at him, dumbfounded. I’ve heard him ask me a hundred questions about my relationship to him: do I like the feeling of his cock inside me? Do I hunger for it? Does my body ache without his touch? How does it feel to be so exposed before him? The tingling in my pussy reminds me of my answers to all those questions, but not once has he ever posed a question...well, phrased quite like this.
Sensing my confusion, Lord Alastair smiled, taking a few steps closer, making me back into the great oak that must have stood here for centuries. “Let me put this a different way, Maisie,” he says in a husky tone, and he wraps his hands around my hips.
When he leans down to kiss me, my heart flutters in a new and unexpected way. He kisses me ravenously, lustfully, so often, but this is different.
He’s tender.
I can feel his heart pounding as his chest presses into mine, and he pulls me into him as his hands slip up to my cheeks, cradling my head as he locks lips with me. His tongue grazes at mine, but when my eyes flutter open, I see a tinge of red in his own cheeks. For the first time, he looks at me blatantly with something more than just lust — I’ve seen hints of something more in those dark eyes, but I never dared suspect…
“I worry I’ve feelings for you, Maisie,” he says, and my mouth falls open, eyes going wide as I feel my knees shake under me. “It’s the sweetest worry I’ve had in years.”
“Lord Alastair…” I breathe, but he continues.
“Maisie, I should be honest with you. I’ve kept myself from true feelings like this since my first stint in what I’d called love left my heart in ruins many years ago.” He lets his fingers trace around my outfit, cupping my breast and making me shiver. “I took to hiring young women like yourself to satisfy my...needs...without any strings attached. That’s why I burned through so many domestics in the past. None of them were willing, none bold enough to do what you’ve done so naturally,” he says, meeting my gaze and holding it like a tiger holds its prey in its eyes. I find myself speechless, mouth gaping.
“I never thought for a moment-” I start.
“You’re unlike any girl I’ve ever met — and I’ve met everyone from highborne ladies to the lowest of the low. I love you, Maisie,” Lord Alastair says, sincerity written across his face, and I can’t stop the words from spilling out of my mouth in turn.
“I love you with all my heart, Lord Alastair,” I say, and he sweeps me up in a passionate kiss again, a kiss that seems to push away all the worries of the outside world, all the chill of the English winter air, leaving just us together, hearts intertwined.
Within moments, he has my pants undone, and he lowers them just a hair, enough to expose my wettening pussy to him. His leather gloves are still on his hands, and he cups my face with one of them as he uses the other to release his monstrous cock.
“Stay with me, Maisie,” he growls as I feel his stiff cock come out and press against my waist, “stay here in my manor and be my bride, and I’ll give you everything your wild heart could desire.”
“God, Lord Alastair,” I cry out as he perches his crown on my wet, needy pussy. “We could be living on the streets, and I’d still be yours. Take all of me,” I beg.
“Girl,” he growls as he swirls his bulging crown around my clit, making my knees weak before he lifts me up with his hands, pinning me against the tree with remarkable ease. “You’ll never want for me again, nor anything. All I am and have, I pledge to you,” he says, kissing me deeply. “And you’re mine.”
With that, he impales me on his cock, and I let out a cry that rolls down the misty hill, his cock filling up my insides with such sweet, blissful wholeness that makes my heart soar. I feel ecstatic with him inside me, and I’m helpless as he starts to buck into me.
There’s a new fire to Lord Alastair. I’ve sensed it there, just under the surface in the past few weeks. And I’ve felt it too. Now, though, our love out in the open, I feel a renewed sense of youth, like my life is just beginning — and I’m going to build it up even more. With him.
Together.
My pussy is tighter around him, wetter and more willing than ever before. The effect I’m having on him is even stronger than usual, his face strained and full of need as he looks into my eyes, utter passion and love at a new height as his cock swells larger than ever before.
I need him. I need this. And to know that he needs me just as badly sends me spilling over the precipice of my first orgasm, the first and most sincere testament of our love together, here under this old tree.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling myself into him the best I can as he rams into me, his movements both large and powerful, yet precise. He knows my pussy so well, knows just how to fill it up and fill me up, satisfy my every desire. His hands clench around my thighs, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of me, and I can feel his loving touch even through the warm clothing he’s given me.
His hands rove to my ass, and the way he caresses me as the tip of his spear grinds against my g-spot makes me feel more loved than I ever thought a woman could be.
“I’m going to make you mine, Maisie,” he says, a statement laden with power in its very tone. “I’m going to breed you, and you’ll carry my child. And when it’s born, I’ll breed you again, and again,” he repeated, thrusting into me with each repetition, pushing me up the tree with his swollen, needy cock, so thick and heavy with potent seed that my fertile pussy is just begging to be filled up with.
“I want to be drunk on you, Master,” I gasp, a whimpering lilt to my plea, “I want your seed in me! I want it to overflow, fuck, I want you all over my body!”
As I speak, he gets faster and harder, hardly even using the tree’s strength to hold me up anymore as he pumps into me, a hard and fast piston with just as much machine-like precision. He’s so swollen and pulsing that I don’t know how he’s keeping control of himself, but he is, all for me.
Orgasm after orgasm wracks me, making my toes curl in my boots and my hands claw at his back. I wa
nt so badly to scratch him, to bite into his shoulder out of the love swelling and bursting through my chest, but all I can do is whimper and gasp as he uses me like a toy.
He’s given me so much, treated me so regally for someone he’s just been using to fuck, but it’s been so much more than that. Never did I think our sessions would turn into this, but god, I can’t get enough.
“How could you love me, Alastair?” the question finally spills out, my eyes fluttering open as he pounds me. “How could you love just a maid?”
He grabs my hair hard, pulling my head back as he stops, leaning back off the tree to show me that he can support my weight on his cock alone, and my jaw hangs open as I’m now truly impaled on it. “That’s the only stupid question you’ve ever asked me, Maisie,” he says with a devilish smile. “I could have all the world on a silver platter. I do. But none of it is worth the dust it’s all made of compared to you.”
He thrusts up, and I feel another mind-blowing orgasm wash over me, and I lean back, letting my head rest against the tree, breathing heavily.
“Well, you know what they say,” I manage, half-delirious from the passion. “Your mind doesn’t work right when you’re in love.”
He takes me by the hips and starts bucking up into me, such virility and masculinity in every motion that I lose track of what’s going on around me. I’m like fertile soil, desperate and ready to accept his seed, to take in every ounce of it. Heavy, powerful balls slap against my flesh as he pounds me, and I feel him getting harder than ever.
Finally, his mouth opens, and just as he lets out a terrifyingly powerful groan and clutches me closes to him, he explodes within me, his seed filling up my pussy in the first shot as he kisses me, moaning into it.
I feel the very essence of Lord Alastair planting within me as he comes, shot after shot, the pearly fluid running down his shaft after so many uncontrolled, wanton bursts of come inside me. I’ve never been hotter in my life. He comes until I’m truly and utterly full, and when I can take no more, he keeps coming, holding me close to him as his cock pulses and twitches its last.
Finally, there’s just us, nothing else in the world mattering around us as the cool English breeze wraps us in an embrace, unable to penetrate the warmth between us as our hearts beat together.
“You bring light to my dark heart, Maisie,” he whispers into my ear, lovingly.
“And I’m yours, Alastair,” I whisper back. “Forever.”
6
For the first time in many years, sunlight filters through all the once-closed black curtains of the manor, and I’m scurrying around the house as best as I can with a swollen belly, our baby strong and lively inside me.
After our impromptu proposal, Alastair made a proper arrangement on Christmas Eve, presenting me with the biggest diamond ring I’d ever seen in the middle of a Christmas feast with the rest of the family, including his three brothers. Tears flowed from my eyes, but I’d never been happier in my life. I hadn’t started to show then, but it wasn’t long after that the pregnancy was announced.
“What do you think of Argentina, darling?” Lord Alastair asks me in the study, pouring over a few documents as I look over his shoulder with a smile. We’ve been planning our honeymoon for days, and he just can’t seem to pin down the perfect location.
“I’m not sure, but you know, you could use a computer and join the rest of us in the 21st century!” I tease, wrapping my arms around his back. He smiles and stands up, kissing me on the forehead before rubbing my swollen belly.
“Perhaps Venice, then. You did say you wanted a gondola ride, and carnevale is coming up in February.”
I grin, my heart filled with delight. “Anywhere in the world would be a dream come true with you, love,” I say, hearing that English accent creeping up on me again. I swear, my baby’s blue blood is having an effect on me!
“Well,” he says with a laugh, “we have all the time in the world to decide where the best ‘anywhere’ in the world is, don’t we?” He hugs me, and we look out on the beautiful, sun-kissed windows onto the grounds. New staff have been hired on to join the old, and I’ve never seen any of them so happy. The gardens are alive with color and light again, and as I look out on the grounds as the soon-to-be Lady Delaney, I feel like I’ve found my rock at last.
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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”
His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”
“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”
Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.
He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.
It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.
It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.
As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.
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