Speaker 1: Duke Laurentius, an old friend of Lady Isabella's, had visited
her a few times since the death of her husband,
Lord Henry, but she had never welcomed him into the
marital bed, and he had never asked. She did not
know why she was allowing him now, only that a
dark craving had risen up within her. They retired to
the room Lady Isabella had shared with her late husband.
It was a large, well presented chamber, but at the
same time it was a room that was filled with
sadness for her, and the Duke clearly felt it. Perhaps
we should go to the guest room. The Duke offered,
I would not wish to intrude on your sorrow. Lady
Isabella shook her head. No, she said, turning to face him.
Let us stay here. I would have this be a
tribute of sorts to my dear departed her husband. The
Duke nodded, whatever you wish, he murmured. They undressed. Lady
Isabella had servants to assist her with her clothes, and
usually the experience of having someone remove her corset and
unbutton her gowns was pleasant, but there was a certain
erotic charge to doing it herself, knowing what was to come.
The Duke had had no valet, and he had dressed
himself in his quarters before dinner, so he was already naked.
When she turned, he was fully erect, and it was
the first time she had seen such an organ outside
of illustrations in books which she had perused in secret
long ago. She looked her fill. He was endowed, more
than her late husband had been, though Lord Henry had
not been lacking in that respect. The Duke stood patiently
when she was finished with her examination. He smiled, May
I do the same with you? He inquired, Yes, certainly,
she said, and stood still, feeling a little awkward. It
was rather thrilling, knowing he would see her completely naked,
and would touch her flesh, and would do more than
just that. He took his time, his eyes lingering on
her body, and it seemed to Lady Isabella as though
her skin grew hotter with each second. She had always
been sensitive to heat, and the sensation of being flushed
caused her to grow damp between her thighs. Finally, he
raised his gaze to her face, his eyes full of desire.
Lady Isabella felt as though they had entered into a
contract that something had changed irrevocably, and she was both
frightened and excited by that realization. May I kiss you,
he murmured, Oh, yes, yes, please, Lady Isabella replied, and
then his lips were on hers and his tongue was
in her mouth. The sensations were strange, for Lord Henry
had never kissed her. Thus the Duke's kisses grew more passionate,
until Lady Isabella was clinging to him. He bore her
back onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. I
should like to taste you, he said. Lady Isabella nodded,
not sure what he meant, but the mystery was soon solved.
He bent his head and his tongue darted out to
lick her quim. She gasped with pleasure. No one had
ever done this to her. She had never even known
such a thing was possible, and the Duke's clever tongue,
licking and sucking at her most intimate parts, sent jolts
of pleasure through her. She could feel her climax approaching,
the pressure building, and when she came arching up from
the bed, she cried out in wonder, Oh, Duke duke,
she cried. He rose, smiling. Please call me Lass, he added,
his smile widening. Lady Isabella, panting, looked at the glistening
evidence of her own arousal on his mustache and could
not help a laugh. What what is it, Lars inquired
self consciously. Your your mustache, It has my love juices
all over it, Lady Isabella choked out. Lars laughed, and
the mood was lightened. He walked over to the chair
where his jacket lay, retrieved a handkerchief from the pocket
and gently wiped it off. After a moment, however, Lady
Isabella grew curious. Will you allow me to return the favor?
She inquired? If it pleases you, I would love nothing more.
She helped him lie on his back and knelt between
his legs, as he had done with her. His shaft
was large, and she was not entirely certain how she
would go about pleasuring him with her mouth, but his
moans of appreciation when she licked his length gave her encouragement.
Her explorations were soon interrupted by Lars, who pulled her
up and positioned her above his manhood. Are you ready
for me? He asked? Lady Isabella hesitated. Should we not
use a French letter, she asked, I am a doctor,
as you know, Lars reminded her, and I have made
some ah innovations in that area. If we were to conceive,
I could not be happier. But if not, there is
no danger of disease or unwonted pregnancy. Then take me,
she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation, and let him
guide her down on to him. The sensation of fullness
was intense, and for a moment it seemed as though
she could not take him all. But then she relaxed
and took him all the way into her. Laras groaned
as she began to ride him, slowly at first, and
then faster. He guided her his fingers caressing her pleasure
bud and Lady Isabella was overcome with passion. She was
dimly aware of him climaxing with her and his seed
spurting inside her, But the pleasure was so great that
she forgot to be alarmed. She fell against him, exhausted.
They lay together in silence for a while. Thank you,
Lady Isabella finally said, her voice soft edged with vulnerability.
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been
holding her gaze, lingering on Lars with something open and searching.
I never thought i'd feel this way again, not after
my husband. I thought that part of me had died.
Her voice caught slightly, but she continued, But to night,
it's been refreshing, exhilarating. I feel alive again. She reached
out her finger tips brushing the back of his hand,
tentative at first, then settling with quiet trust. I'm grateful
for your company for this feeling. Lars turned his hand
in hers, strong and gentle, all at once, without breaking
eye contact. He lifted her hand slowly to his lips
and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, reverent, lingering,
it was my pleasure, he murmured against her skin. She
wondered what would come next. Would Lars want to continue
their affair, or would this be a one time liaison.
As if reading her mind. With a flicker of a
smile rich with promise, he added, and I hope it's
only the beginning. I would very much like to continue
our relationship. I find you incredibly desirable, and I believe
we could have a very fulfilling, passionate affair. Lady Isabella
was relieved and excited. I would like that very much,
she said, And they sealed their agreement with a kiss.
And so the Duke's lips sealed more than a kiss.
They sealed a promise, a new chapter for Lady Isabella,
one not written in mourning, but in pleasure and possibility,