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# 38

Post 28,Post 29,Post 30,Post 31,Post 32,Post 33,Post 34,Post 35,Post 36,Post 37


Desiree swirled her tongue with his, feeling the heat of his body floating above her as she slid her hands over his back. Her fingers slowly moved over his shoulders, and down his spine. She sighed into his kiss, and pulled him closer to him, her fingers and tongue working together. Desiree felt her breast heavy with passion, as he moved in closer to her, their chests touching. She brought her palms up to his neck, and their kiss separated.

He looked down on her, their eyes locked, and she nodded her head, knowing what he wanted. Stephen kissed her once more, his tongue mating with hers, as he slid one hand between them. His fingers trailed over a breast, caressed her perky nipple, then slipped along her butterfly filled stomach. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, as his hand came to wet curls of her sex, the moisture still evident and increasing with each sweep of his fingers across the tight hairs.

She spread her legs further apart, her body taking over what her mind could not comprehend. Desiree held him as she felt the tip of his sex rest against the folds of her own. Trembling seemed to be the only thing her body could feel. Her veins pushed them through every part of her. As Stephen took his hand from her sex, and gripped his cock he kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, that he was sorry for the pain.

He entered her quickly and pushed deep, taking her with this first stroke and claiming her as his own. Desiree cried out in pain, her body tightened, and her fingernails dug deep into his skin. Whispered words of love, and desire were sent to her, by the man that now began to move slowly inside her. Her eyes leaked a small flow of tears, and she felt her body clenching around him, muscles trying to fight the invasion of her sex. She bit on her lip, as Stephen moved in and out of her, kissing away the salty trail of tears, then sucking on her jaw.

Stephen hurt from causing her pain, and he hurt from fighting himself to continue moving slowly inside her. He had known the barrier would be there, so he had claimed her quickly, so he could retain the moisture of her earlier aroused state. Slowly and gently he worked to bring her back to him, and away from the pain. He kissed her face, her lips, sucked on her tongue, the whole time he moved inside her hot sex, soon he heard the sound of a passion filled whisper.

Desiree felt the difference as he continued to go and then return to her. His cock pressed deep, and she felt her feet riding up and sliding along his calf muscles. She lifted her hips, and grounded up against him, her back arched and she heard gasps of pleasure escape her lips.

"Wrap your legs around my waist Desi," he told her, as his lips moved over her shoulder, and along to the center of her collarbone.

She listened to him, and soon she felt more sparks of heat rise inside her. He settled even further inside, moved with gentle eased pressure until she was begging him for more. Stephen closed his eyes, and increased the tempo of his invasion. Moving quicker, he slid his tongue along her neck, and up to her chin, nipping it before capturing her lips again. He moved with patience, until she pulled her mouth from his and growled into his ears, that she needed him to hurry.

Stephen chuckled, and gave to her what they both wanted. He pumped into her faster, and harder. His need increasing, as he pulled from her more juices, and more cries of passion. Stephen felt the heat of his own lust driving from him, and he slammed against her, as she dug the heels of her feet into him. Her nails made trails of red down his skin, and her back arched further, her hard nipples burned his chest. With each drive of his cock into her, he felt the muscles of her contract and capture him.

Desiree felt a building of something, the rising torrent of emotions were higher and thicker then the ones she had when his hands and lips were taking her. She felt as if he was trying to kill her, the feelings were overwhelming. Desiree gasped for breath, and cried words that she would not recall later. Her hands pulled at him, "Stephen, please. I . . . " She did not know what she wanted, but knew only he could take her there and give it to her.

He drew his cock back, leaving only the tip inside, and waited, as she regained some of her breath. Then with eyes locked on her's he impaled her deeply, the tip of his cock slamming to the back of her sex. Their hairs tangled, and sweat slid along their bodies, and each one felt the others', liquid velvet flow from their passion, riddled selves. Desiree cried out his name, and her body fell from a great edge, and crashed continuously along the rocks below.

With each continued movement of his cock inside her she felt spasms cover her. The heat of fluid that he had given her, filled and warmed her deep inside. She loved each tingle, and each throbbing pulse that he delivered to her. Stephen continued to pump, and empty himself inside her, making her his for all time, knowing that no other could possess her. He shuddered as her untrained muscles squeezed and milked his seed from him. Pressing his head to her neck, he nuzzled her skin, and trailed kisses along it until he reached her lips. Claiming them once more, he drew her tongue out and suckled it, before sliding his in and dancing with hers.

She felt the final quivers, and slowly moved her legs down from his hips, to rest back onto the ground below them. Her lips trembled, when he ended their kiss, and he pulled his softened cock from her. He laid down beside her, pulling her into him. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers sliding across his nipples. Desiree placed a kiss on his nipples, and closed her eyes. Soon she felt a peaceful sleep enter her, and Stephen trailed fingers down her spine, as she slept.

His thoughts carried him to the conversation of betrothals that he had been apart of earlier. With fingers curling at his side, and the other caressing her back, he vowed he'd not allow the marriage to take place. Stephen didn't have a plan yet, but he would not allow her to leave him, and wed another, she would be his. With a kiss on her sleeping head, he wrapped his other arm around her, and stayed awake watching and listening to the sounds surrounding them. Vowing to keep her safe, and working out plans to keep her by his side.



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Post 28,Post 29,Post 30,Post 31,Post 32,Post 33,Post 34,Post 35,Post 36,Post 37


Desiree swirled her tongue with his, feeling the heat of his body floating above her as she slid her hands over his back. Her fingers slowly moved over his shoulders, and down his spine. She sighed into his kiss, and pulled him closer to him, her fingers and tongue working together. Desiree felt her breast heavy with passion, as he moved in closer to her, their chests touching. She brought her palms up to his neck, and their kiss separated.

He looked down on her, their eyes locked, and she nodded her head, knowing what he wanted. Stephen kissed her once more, his tongue mating with hers, as he slid one hand between them. His fingers trailed over a breast, caressed her perky nipple, then slipped along her butterfly filled stomach. He pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, as his hand came to wet curls of her sex, the moisture still evident and increasing with each sweep of his fingers across the tight hairs.

She spread her legs further apart, her body taking over what her mind could not comprehend. Desiree held him as she felt the tip of his sex rest against the folds of her own. Trembling seemed to be the only thing her body could feel. Her veins pushed them through every part of her. As Stephen took his hand from her sex, and gripped his cock he kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, that he was sorry for the pain.

He entered her quickly and pushed deep, taking her with this first stroke and claiming her as his own. Desiree cried out in pain, her body tightened, and her fingernails dug deep into his skin. Whispered words of love, and desire were sent to her, by the man that now began to move slowly inside her. Her eyes leaked a small flow of tears, and she felt her body clenching around him, muscles trying to fight the invasion of her sex. She bit on her lip, as Stephen moved in and out of her, kissing away the salty trail of tears, then sucking on her jaw.

Stephen hurt from causing her pain, and he hurt from fighting himself to continue moving slowly inside her. He had known the barrier would be there, so he had claimed her quickly, so he could retain the moisture of her earlier aroused state. Slowly and gently he worked to bring her back to him, and away from the pain. He kissed her face, her lips, sucked on her tongue, the whole time he moved inside her hot sex, soon he heard the sound of a passion filled whisper.

Desiree felt the difference as he continued to go and then return to her. His cock pressed deep, and she felt her feet riding up and sliding along his calf muscles. She lifted her hips, and grounded up against him, her back arched and she heard gasps of pleasure escape her lips.

"Wrap your legs around my waist Desi," he told her, as his lips moved over her shoulder, and along to the center of her collarbone.

She listened to him, and soon she felt more sparks of heat rise inside her. He settled even further inside, moved with gentle eased pressure until she was begging him for more. Stephen closed his eyes, and increased the tempo of his invasion. Moving quicker, he slid his tongue along her neck, and up to her chin, nipping it before capturing her lips again. He moved with patience, until she pulled her mouth from his and growled into his ears, that she needed him to hurry.

Stephen chuckled, and gave to her what they both wanted. He pumped into her faster, and harder. His need increasing, as he pulled from her more juices, and more cries of passion. Stephen felt the heat of his own lust driving from him, and he slammed against her, as she dug the heels of her feet into him. Her nails made trails of red down his skin, and her back arched further, her hard nipples burned his chest. With each drive of his cock into her, he felt the muscles of her contract and capture him.

Desiree felt a building of something, the rising torrent of emotions were higher and thicker then the ones she had when his hands and lips were taking her. She felt as if he was trying to kill her, the feelings were overwhelming. Desiree gasped for breath, and cried words that she would not recall later. Her hands pulled at him, "Stephen, please. I . . . " She did not know what she wanted, but knew only he could take her there and give it to her.

He drew his cock back, leaving only the tip inside, and waited, as she regained some of her breath. Then with eyes locked on her's he impaled her deeply, the tip of his cock slamming to the back of her sex. Their hairs tangled, and sweat slid along their bodies, and each one felt the others', liquid velvet flow from their passion, riddled selves. Desiree cried out his name, and her body fell from a great edge, and crashed continuously along the rocks below.

With each continued movement of his cock inside her she felt spasms cover her. The heat of fluid that he had given her, filled and warmed her deep inside. She loved each tingle, and each throbbing pulse that he delivered to her. Stephen continued to pump, and empty himself inside her, making her his for all time, knowing that no other could possess her. He shuddered as her untrained muscles squeezed and milked his seed from him. Pressing his head to her neck, he nuzzled her skin, and trailed kisses along it until he reached her lips. Claiming them once more, he drew her tongue out and suckled it, before sliding his in and dancing with hers.

She felt the final quivers, and slowly moved her legs down from his hips, to rest back onto the ground below them. Her lips trembled, when he ended their kiss, and he pulled his softened cock from her. He laid down beside her, pulling her into him. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers sliding across his nipples. Desiree placed a kiss on his nipples, and closed her eyes. Soon she felt a peaceful sleep enter her, and Stephen trailed fingers down her spine, as she slept.

His thoughts carried him to the conversation of betrothals that he had been apart of earlier. With fingers curling at his side, and the other caressing her back, he vowed he'd not allow the marriage to take place. Stephen didn't have a plan yet, but he would not allow her to leave him, and wed another, she would be his. With a kiss on her sleeping head, he wrapped his other arm around her, and stayed awake watching and listening to the sounds surrounding them. Vowing to keep her safe, and working out plans to keep her by his side.



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Darn it!

Now I'm feeling wet all under. :p
 
#39

Post 28,Post 29,Post 30,Post 31,Post 32,Post 33,Post 34,Post 35,Post 36,Post 37,Post 38,


Katherine's screamed pierced the night, and Marcus was in her chamber before the nun could pour the vile of medicine down her throat. He had completely removed all traces of Horatio's existence in the room next to Katherine's and had moved himself into it. The walls and floors had been scrubbed clean of the blood stains from many nights of countless beatings. The links of chains were no longer there, nor were the hooks that held them. The bed, and all of Horatio's personnel play toys were now nothing but ash.

Marcus hurried to Kate's side and held her, he whispered words of love, and as the nun approached to give her the medicine, Marcus thought he heard a whispered "help," but he was not sure. He waved the nun off, and told her he would stay with her for a while, and the nun could leave. The Sister looked first at the medicine, then at the woman in her Lord's arm. She lowered her head, and turned, leaving the room, and closing the door behind her.

She hurried down the steps and began her long walk into the woods. Maggie hated walking in the dark, but it was the only time she could visit her love. He had not yet claimed her body, but she would still offer it to him, just as she had the night she helped him escape Lord Philip's men. Moving quickly, she soon was deep in the forest, and making her way to the cave where Horatio waited.

Approaching with care, she soon felt a knife at her throat, "You still come alone?"

"Aye, my Lord."

He released her and pulled her into the cave. "How is my wife?"

Maggie looked up into his sinister eyes and felt her body weaken with love and hunger. She heard this question every night, and every night she answered truthfully. Tonight instead of telling him, she rested after a dream she drove hard to try and make him take her. "She sleeps with Lord Marcus now." She saw the clenching of his jaw and the fist that was flexing and releasing at his hip.

She longed to have that hand wrapped around her throat, causing her to give up her life for him, then having him return it to her when she thought all else was gone. Maggie had been poisoning the Lady Katherine slowly. The vile of medicine kept her quite while it slowly ate away her mind. The sleeping potion kept her thickly sedated, causing dreams to ravish through her body.

Horatio had no clue that Maggie was slowly killing his pet. He wanted Marcus dead, now that Katherine was bedding the man, while she was still wed to him, only infuriated him more. "She'll pay dearly for her whorish ways, and Marcus will die by her side."

He moved back to the fire, that he had started deep within the depths of the cave. Maggie followed him, removing her habit as she went. She made her way back to the fire, and gave him the food she had smuggled from the kitchens earlier in the day. She now wore a thin gown and huddled close to the warmth. Her eyes traveled over Horatio, and she looked up into his eyes.

Horatio was angry and thoughts of Katherine's body under his enemies infuriated him. He stirred the embers and watched the sparks leap and fly into the sky. The food was edible, but barely. He drank from the flask of ale that Maggie had supplied him with, and finished the foods she had brought. He had spent almost a month in this damn cave and he was itching to get out.

Standing up he threw the last of the bread into the fire, and looked over to Maggie. He growled in anger, as he watched a look come over her face. He knew she would try this again, and so he indulged her like he did every time. Horatio watched as her nibble fingers undid the buttons of her bodice and she slipped it off exposing her rounded tits to his viewing. He cocked a brow and for the first time felt a stirring in his loins.

Maggie sensed the difference in him immediately. She had done this often, stripped for him, and each time she was turned away. With slow deliberation she began to remove her skirt, and slip it free of her hips, and legs. She stood with only her skirt's petticoat, and she pulled that down her body, then slipped her shoes off also. The firelight glistened across her body, and she slowly walked toward him. "I'm here for you my Lord," she whispered, cupping her breasts and holding them out for him.

Horatio felt his cock leap toward her, and he pushed his hands to her breasts, then twisted her nipples hard. She cried out at the pain, and felt her pussy moisten with lust. "Oh god, yes!" she called out to him. Horatio sneered and pulled her to him forcing her to her knees before him. He grabbed her left breast, twisted the flesh then bit down on her white skin. She screamed and more fluids rushed from deep within her pussy.

He pushed his other hand through her hair, and pulled it hard, forcing her head back. He took her neck and bit her again. This time tears were forced from Maggie's eyes, and the pain was no longer full of pleasure. She pulled herself from him, and turned away. Horatio grabbed her and threw her to the floor. "You tease me, then try to leave. You have wanted me to take you for years, and now you will have your wish."

Maggie saw what others had seen. She gazed up at the evil that reeked from him, and she felt true fear coarse through her body. Her hands scrambled back, as she tried to get away from him. With the cave entrance behind Horatio, she knew she had only the hard rock wall behind her. She scrambled toward it and watched as he removed his boots, and clothing.

Her eyes took in his form. His body was a chiseled mass of muscle, and his cock was stiff and rigid, jerking toward her, as if it was hungry for her flesh. She heard the growl of lust that she had heard coming from his closed bedchamber door. Her heart beat loud in her chest, as he began to stalk her. Horatio, approached her as if she were a small animal and she was his for the taking. He had ignored her budding youth, kept her safe from the men of his keep, and now the picture of Katherine with her legs spread wide for Marcus brought on the rage to fuck Maggie, in order to release his anger over Katherine's betrayal.

She reached the back of the cave and stood up, her body shivered against the cold wall. Her throat was grasped and her pussy invaded by his cock, as he swiftly impaled her. The dry sex of her body was painful to both Horatio and Maggie, but he pushed on, breaking her virgin barrier and forcing her breath to come in wheezing gasps as he pounded into her. The blood of her sex, covered his cock and he plowed her over and over forcing her to become imbedded in the sharp contours of the cave.

Maggie clawed at his arm, her eyes full of tears, and rolling to the back of her head, as she tried to grasp for air. He covered her cunt with his cum, as he felt the tight hole surrounding him. He released the hold on her throat, and lifted her hips up, and continued to drive into her. Maggie cried and screamed for him to stop, her little fists pounded on his chest, and she tried to bite him. Horatio's cock now empty of seed fell from her, and his fist knocked her jaw, and her head snapped back.

He threw her down, and looked for something to bind her with. He grabbed her petticoats, and bound her arms behind her back, his ears empty to her pleading wails of mercy. Horatio spoke no words as he tied her legs together. Rolling her over he looked down on her bloody form. His cock twitched in anticipation once more, and he stroked it crudely in front of her face. She closed her eyes, wet cheeks shivered, as she wailed in fear.

Her body had remained unmarred since she had lived on his land, tonight Horatio was unreachable as he continued to rape her body. He forced her sex to accept his cock, and her ass was not left unused. He covered her flesh in his own fiery liquid, and was soon noticing she was not screaming as much. His body still craved more of her, so he began the next series of punishments for her flesh. The night air absorbed the screams of the young woman as heated stones were placed along her once porcelain skin.

A week later the body of the nun that was reported to be missing from the castle was found, and the old man of the keep, Mason, could barely recognize the once small, delicate woman, known as Maggie. She was buried in a field that was far from the castle, and another round of searches went up for the man known as Horatio Falcon. Watches were once again doubled, and Marcus stayed in Lady Falcon's room, each night.



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mark197205 said:
Horatio is a vile evil man, he deserves to be hung, drawn and quartered....
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Does give the girls a shiver, and that was a hard write actually. It flowed well, but was a bit harder for me to write then normal. I actually stopped the scene early.
 
RedHairedandFriendly said:
Post 28,Post 29,Post 30,Post 31,Post 32,Post 33,Post 34,Post 35,Post 36,Post 37,Post 38,


Katherine's screamed pierced the night, and Marcus was in her chamber before the nun could pour the vile of medicine down her throat. He had completely removed all traces of Horatio's existence in the room next to Katherine's and had moved himself into it. The walls and floors had been scrubbed clean of the blood stains from many nights of countless beatings. The links of chains were no longer there, nor were the hooks that held them. The bed, and all of Horatio's personnel play toys were now nothing but ash.

Marcus hurried to Kate's side and held her, he whispered words of love, and as the nun approached to give her the medicine, Marcus thought he heard a whispered "help," but he was not sure. He waved the nun off, and told her he would stay with her for a while, and the nun could leave. The Sister looked first at the medicine, then at the woman in her Lord's arm. She lowered her head, and turned, leaving the room, and closing the door behind her.

She hurried down the steps and began her long walk into the woods. Maggie hated walking in the dark, but it was the only time she could visit her love. He had not yet claimed her body, but she would still offer it to him, just as she had the night she helped him escape Lord Philip's men. Moving quickly, she soon was deep in the forest, and making her way to the cave where Horatio waited.

Approaching with care, she soon felt a knife at her throat, "You still come alone?"

"Aye, my Lord."

He released her and pulled her into the cave. "How is my wife?"

Maggie looked up into his sinister eyes and felt her body weaken with love and hunger. She heard this question every night, and every night she answered truthfully. Tonight instead of telling him, she rested after a dream she drove hard to try and make him take her. "She sleeps with Lord Marcus now." She saw the clenching of his jaw and the fist that was flexing and releasing at his hip.

She longed to have that hand wrapped around her throat, causing her to give up her life for him, then having him return it to her when she thought all else was gone. Maggie had been poisoning the Lady Katherine slowly. The vile of medicine kept her quite while it slowly ate away her mind. The sleeping potion kept her thickly sedated, causing dreams to ravish through her body.

Horatio had no clue that Maggie was slowly killing his pet. He wanted Marcus dead, now that Katherine was bedding the man, while she was still wed to him, only infuriated him more. "She'll pay dearly for her whorish ways, and Marcus will die by her side."

He moved back to the fire, that he had started deep within the depths of the cave. Maggie followed him, removing her habit as she went. She made her way back to the fire, and gave him the food she had smuggled from the kitchens earlier in the day. She now wore a thin gown and huddled close to the warmth. Her eyes traveled over Horatio, and she looked up into his eyes.

Horatio was angry and thoughts of Katherine's body under his enemies infuriated him. He stirred the embers and watched the sparks leap and fly into the sky. The food was edible, but barely. He drank from the flask of ale that Maggie had supplied him with, and finished the foods she had brought. He had spent almost a month in this damn cave and he was itching to get out.

Standing up he threw the last of the bread into the fire, and looked over to Maggie. He growled in anger, as he watched a look come over her face. He knew she would try this again, and so he indulged her like he did every time. Horatio watched as her nibble fingers undid the buttons of her bodice and she slipped it off exposing her rounded tits to his viewing. He cocked a brow and for the first time felt a stirring in his loins.

Maggie sensed the difference in him immediately. She had done this often, stripped for him, and each time she was turned away. With slow deliberation she began to remove her skirt, and slip it free of her hips, and legs. She stood with only her skirt's petticoat, and she pulled that down her body, then slipped her shoes off also. The firelight glistened across her body, and she slowly walked toward him. "I'm here for you my Lord," she whispered, cupping her breasts and holding them out for him.

Horatio felt his cock leap toward her, and he pushed his hands to her breasts, then twisted her nipples hard. She cried out at the pain, and felt her pussy moisten with lust. "Oh god, yes!" she called out to him. Horatio sneered and pulled her to him forcing her to her knees before him. He grabbed her left breast, twisted the flesh then bit down on her white skin. She screamed and more fluids rushed from deep within her pussy.

He pushed his other hand through her hair, and pulled it hard, forcing her head back. He took her neck and bit her again. This time tears were forced from Maggie's eyes, and the pain was no longer full of pleasure. She pulled herself from him, and turned away. Horatio grabbed her and threw her to the floor. "You tease me, then try to leave. You have wanted me to take you for years, and now you will have your wish."

Maggie saw what others had seen. She gazed up at the evil that reeked from him, and she felt true fear coarse through her body. Her hands scrambled back, as she tried to get away from him. With the cave entrance behind Horatio, she knew she had only the hard rock wall behind her. She scrambled toward it and watched as he removed his boots, and clothing.

Her eyes took in his form. His body was a chiseled mass of muscle, and his cock was stiff and rigid, jerking toward her, as if it was hungry for her flesh. She heard the growl of lust that she had heard coming from his closed bedchamber door. Her heart beat loud in her chest, as he began to stalk her. Horatio, approached her as if she were a small animal and she was his for the taking. He had ignored her budding youth, kept her safe from the men of his keep, and now the picture of Katherine with her legs spread wide for Marcus brought on the rage to fuck Maggie, in order to release his anger over Katherine's betrayal.

She reached the back of the cave and stood up, her body shivered against the cold wall. Her throat was grasped and her pussy invaded by his cock, as he swiftly impaled her. The dry sex of her body was painful to both Horatio and Maggie, but he pushed on, breaking her virgin barrier and forcing her breath to come in wheezing gasps as he pounded into her. The blood of her sex, covered his cock and he plowed her over and over forcing her to become imbedded in the sharp contours of the cave.

Maggie clawed at his arm, her eyes full of tears, and rolling to the back of her head, as she tried to grasp for air. He covered her cunt with his cum, as he felt the tight hole surrounding him. He released the hold on her throat, and lifted her hips up, and continued to drive into her. Maggie cried and screamed for him to stop, her little fists pounded on his chest, and she tried to bite him. Horatio's cock now empty of seed fell from her, and his fist knocked her jaw, and her head snapped back.

He threw her down, and looked for something to bind her with. He grabbed her petticoats, and bound her arms behind her back, his ears empty to her pleading wails of mercy. Horatio spoke no words as he tied her legs together. Rolling her over he looked down on her bloody form. His cock twitched in anticipation once more, and he stroked it crudely in front of her face. She closed her eyes, wet cheeks shivered, as she wailed in fear.

Her body had remained unmarred since she had lived on his land, tonight Horatio was unreachable as he continued to rape her body. He forced her sex to accept his cock, and her ass was not left unused. He covered her flesh in his own fiery liquid, and was soon noticing she was not screaming as much. His body still craved more of her, so he began the next series of punishments for her flesh. The night air absorbed the screams of the young woman as heated stones were placed along her once porcelain skin.

A week later the body of the nun that was reported to be missing from the castle was found, and the old man of the keep, Mason, could barely recognize the once small, delicate woman, known as Maggie. She was buried in a field that was far from the castle, and another round of searches went up for the man known as Horatio Falcon. Watches were once again doubled, and Marcus stayed in Lady Falcon's room, each night.



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Your scareing me Red.
 
i don't think shagly likes me anymore....i was stalking him in another thread and he wanted nothing to do with me *pouts*











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Delta Smooth said:
i don't think shagly likes me anymore....i was stalking him in another thread and he wanted nothing to do with me *pouts*











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If he dont he needs his head read!
 
# 40

Post 28,Post 29,Post 30,Post 31,Post 32,Post 33,Post 34,Post 35,Post 36,Post 37,Post 38,Post 39,


Katherine slid the book from her lap and laid it on the table beside her. Her eyes looked about the room, and rested on the gentleman that sat behind the desk. She had slowly recovered her voice, though the nightmares still haunted her. They were becoming tangled in her mind, often she would see herself in Horatio's bedchamber chained to a wall, and then there would be a figure to pull her out.

It had been two weeks after Maggie's body had been laid to rest that Katherine could once again speak coherently. Marcus had stopped giving the medicines to her, two days after the Sister, that Maggie had replaced, had been found poisoned; dead, buried in a shallow grave, that had been disturbed by animals. It was then that Marcus had suspected the identity of the small Nun, when her body had been discovered his fears had been confirmed. The medication no longer ran through Katherine's veins, but the knowledge she was still married to Horatio did. She had yet to receive notice from Lord Philip on the annulment, so she remained Lady Falcon, a title she detested.

"MiLady," the small voice called to her.

Katherine turned and saw Becky, the young maid that had come from the village to help in her recovery and then was asked to remain, to continue working within the keep. Kate liked the young girl, she would often find her pouring over books in the library, and when Katherine had asked if the young lass could read, she encouraged her to borrow what books she wished.

"Yes," Katherine stood. "What is it Becky?" She smiled softly, and walked to the woman. Marcus looked up as well, and set his quill down, the letter to her father would wait, as he took in her sight.

"You've a visitor."

Marcus stood upon hearing this, and his hand went to the dagger he kept hidden in the jacket he was wearing. He had not been told of anyone coming this way, nor was he aware of who would be coming to see Katherine.

"Oh, let me in!" the voice of the minx Desiree filled the halls. Marcus grinned as he saw the joy radiate from Katherine. He had not seen that look on her face in such a long time, his heart stopped for a moment, and he felt it tighten in his chest. For the hundredth time he fell in love with her all over again. He had not told her of her betrothal to him. Lord Philip had written to him, after he had received the missive concerning Maggie and the poisoning of Lady Falcon. They had both agreed that until the annulment or capture of Horatio, she was not to know of the arrangement.

Katherine pushed past Becky, and the doors of the study flew open, just as Katherine was about to open them. The two sisters stared at each other, before falling into the other's arms. Desiree pressed herself tight against her best friend and held her close. Tears fell from the two women's cheeks, as they held on as if they would be separated from each other once more. Desiree finally pulled back, and held her sister's face between her hands, looking for signs that Katherine was hiding things from her.

They looked at each other, hugged once more, then clasped hands, as they moved to sit beside the other on the small sofa. "I see you found her," Stephen called from the entry way. He crossed the room, and shook Marcus' hand, then bent and kissed Katherine's cheek. The look of relief at seeing the young woman alive, and healthy, touched him and he coughed to cover up and sign of his emotions. "Lady Katherine, it is lovely to see you in such fine health."

"I owe it to that man there," she indicated to Marcus with a nod.

He waved it off, and then looked to Desiree, "What brings you here, besides the visit to your sister?"

"Wouldn't that have been need enough?" she asked, a raised brow giving her a haughty look.

Marcus chuckled, "Had that been the case, you'd been here weeks ago, so your father has allowed it for some other reason." He smiled at her, when he saw he had guessed correctly by her rolling eyes.

"He should have let me come sooner," she growled out.

Katherine squeezed her fingers, "It doesn't matter your here now. Did Father come with you?"

"No, he is busy arranging for the harvest to complete, and has been finalizing the details of trying to push through your annulment. A lot of pockets will be heavier when he is done."

"This is one time, I don't mind Father buying a way out of trouble," Katherine said, her voice full of menace.

"Nor I," Desiree agreed. "I've also come to seek your council, if your up to it?"

Marcus stood, and placed his hand protectively on Katherine's shoulder, "She'll not be getting involved in some over zealous plan you have for the next few months."

Katherine felt the warmth of Marcus' touch against her, and she relished it. He had been more brazen with her. He would escort her around the keep and take her for walks in the garden, each time keeping his hand upon her back, pressed firmly and closely to her. She looked up into his eyes, a glow of pleasure obvious to anyone that saw. Katherine wondered when Marcus would increase his attentions and how she would respond when he did. Though she hated her husband, she was married, and she knew that adultery was frowned upon by even the kindest women. She would cross that obstacle when it presented itself to her, then she would deal with the after effects.

Desiree and Stephen were not lost on the energy that passed between the two, as they themselves often had the same problem. The two couples were lost in each other, until Becky coughed lightly. She had been forgotten, and had slipped quietly back to the corner of the room, a book of Fairy Tales in her hand. "I believe the evening meal is ready, and extra settings have been set for your guests." The women blushed, the men coughed, and the occupants of the room, left to enjoy their supper. Young Becky, giggled and followed them.

No one noticed the figure staring from above the high branch of a tree. His eyes following his wife, and his fingers gripped in a tight fist as her back was caressed by another. Horatio leapt down, and landed quietly beside the body of the dead guard. He had watched the keep after he had dealt with Maggie, and he had timed when the weakest points of entry would be available to him. He waited in the deep brush, until the darkness of the night came over, and he could move more easily.

As the group of family and friends ate their meal, they had no clue that the man they each hated was slipping into the house. The long thick ivy covered the hidden door, and he slipped his hand between the ivy, feeling for the small door behind it. Once the waist high door was unlocked, he bent himself down and slipped inside pulling it quietly closed behind him. Horatio crawled a small distance before he came to a room. He stood to his full height, and stretched his muscles.

The room was located just under the desk in the study. He had the small room built after he had taken possession of the property, and quickly dealt with those that knew of its existence. Removing a knife from his boot, he began to chisel away at the bits of rock that had been set into the opening that would give him access to the room. Sweat beaded against his brow as the hour passed finally the last of the stone had been removed, and he worked his fingers around the square that he had chisled out. He pushed carefully on the panel above him, and slipped it up. Light from the room above flooded the small room, and he made sure there were no voices in the study before pulling himself up.

It was difficult for him to lift himself to the floor of the study, his body somewhat weak from living off the land, and not training or being able to condition himself properly since he had gone into hiding. He looked around the room, and pulled himself fully out, then placed the covering back over the hole. Horatio walked around the room, seeing few changes. His fingers slipped to the bookcase, and he pushed the small discolored circle behind it. A whoosh of cold air hit him, and he moved silently inside the hidden passageway. With practiced eased he worked his way up the small narrow stairs, and then found the exit he sought. Slipping inside, the room dark and empty, Horatio found the darkest corner of his wife's chamber, and waited for her to come to bed.




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Katherine slid the book from her lap and laid it on the table beside her. Her eyes looked about the room, and rested on the gentleman that sat behind the desk. She had slowly recovered her voice, though the nightmares still haunted her. They were becoming tangled in her mind, often she would see herself in Horatio's bedchamber chained to a wall, and then there would be a figure to pull her out.

It had been two weeks after Maggie's body had been laid to rest that Katherine could once again speak coherently. Marcus had stopped giving the medicines to her, two days after the Sister, that Maggie had replaced, had been found poisoned; dead, buried in a shallow grave, that had been disturbed by animals. It was then that Marcus had suspected the identity of the small Nun, when her body had been discovered his fears had been confirmed. The medication no longer ran through Katherine's veins, but the knowledge she was still married to Horatio did. She had yet to receive notice from Lord Philip on the annulment, so she remained Lady Falcon, a title she detested.

"MiLady," the small voice called to her.

Katherine turned and saw Becky, the young maid that had come from the village to help in her recovery and then was asked to remain, to continue working within the keep. Kate liked the young girl, she would often find her pouring over books in the library, and when Katherine had asked if the young lass could read, she encouraged her to borrow what books she wished.

"Yes," Katherine stood. "What is it Becky?" She smiled softly, and walked to the woman. Marcus looked up as well, and set his quill down, the letter to her father would wait, as he took in her sight.

"You've a visitor."

Marcus stood upon hearing this, and his hand went to the dagger he kept hidden in the jacket he was wearing. He had not been told of anyone coming this way, nor was he aware of who would be coming to see Katherine.

"Oh, let me in!" the voice of the minx Desiree filled the halls. Marcus grinned as he saw the joy radiate from Katherine. He had not seen that look on her face in such a long time, his heart stopped for a moment, and he felt it tighten in his chest. For the hundredth time he fell in love with her all over again. He had not told her of her betrothal to him. Lord Philip had written to him, after he had received the missive concerning Maggie and the poisoning of Lady Falcon. They had both agreed that until the annulment or capture of Horatio, she was not to know of the arrangement.

Katherine pushed past Becky, and the doors of the study flew open, just as Katherine was about to open them. The two sisters stared at each other, before falling into the other's arms. Desiree pressed herself tight against her best friend and held her close. Tears fell from the two women's cheeks, as they held on as if they would be separated from each other once more. Desiree finally pulled back, and held her sister's face between her hands, looking for signs that Katherine was hiding things from her.

They looked at each other, hugged once more, then clasped hands, as they moved to sit beside the other on the small sofa. "I see you found her," Stephen called from the entry way. He crossed the room, and shook Marcus' hand, then bent and kissed Katherine's cheek. The look of relief at seeing the young woman alive, and healthy, touched him and he coughed to cover up and sign of his emotions. "Lady Katherine, it is lovely to see you in such fine health."

"I owe it to that man there," she indicated to Marcus with a nod.

He waved it off, and then looked to Desiree, "What brings you here, besides the visit to your sister?"

"Wouldn't that have been need enough?" she asked, a raised brow giving her a haughty look.

Marcus chuckled, "Had that been the case, you'd been here weeks ago, so your father has allowed it for some other reason." He smiled at her, when he saw he had guessed correctly by her rolling eyes.

"He should have let me come sooner," she growled out.

Katherine squeezed her fingers, "It doesn't matter your here now. Did Father come with you?"

"No, he is busy arranging for the harvest to complete, and has been finalizing the details of trying to push through your annulment. A lot of pockets will be heavier when he is done."

"This is one time, I don't mind Father buying a way out of trouble," Katherine said, her voice full of menace.

"Nor I," Desiree agreed. "I've also come to seek your council, if your up to it?"

Marcus stood, and placed his hand protectively on Katherine's shoulder, "She'll not be getting involved in some over zealous plan you have for the next few months."

Katherine felt the warmth of Marcus' touch against her, and she relished it. He had been more brazen with her. He would escort her around the keep and take her for walks in the garden, each time keeping his hand upon her back, pressed firmly and closely to her. She looked up into his eyes, a glow of pleasure obvious to anyone that saw. Katherine wondered when Marcus would increase his attentions and how she would respond when he did. Though she hated her husband, she was married, and she knew that adultery was frowned upon by even the kindest women. She would cross that obstacle when it presented itself to her, then she would deal with the after effects.

Desiree and Stephen were not lost on the energy that passed between the two, as they themselves often had the same problem. The two couples were lost in each other, until Becky coughed lightly. She had been forgotten, and had slipped quietly back to the corner of the room, a book of Fairy Tales in her hand. "I believe the evening meal is ready, and extra settings have been set for your guests." The women blushed, the men coughed, and the occupants of the room, left to enjoy their supper. Young Becky, giggled and followed them.

No one noticed the figure staring from above the high branch of a tree. His eyes following his wife, and his fingers gripped in a tight fist as her back was caressed by another. Horatio leapt down, and landed quietly beside the body of the dead guard. He had watched the keep after he had dealt with Maggie, and he had timed when the weakest points of entry would be available to him. He waited in the deep brush, until the darkness of the night came over, and he could move more easily.

As the group of family and friends ate their meal, they had no clue that the man they each hated was slipping into the house. The long thick ivy covered the hidden door, and he slipped his hand between the ivy, feeling for the small door behind it. Once the waist high door was unlocked, he bent himself down and slipped inside pulling it quietly closed behind him. Horatio crawled a small distance before he came to a room. He stood to his full height, and stretched his muscles.

The room was located just under the desk in the study. He had the small room built after he had taken possession of the property, and quickly dealt with those that knew of its existence. Removing a knife from his boot, he began to chisel away at the bits of rock that had been set into the opening that would give him access to the room. Sweat beaded against his brow as the hour passed finally the last of the stone had been removed, and he worked his fingers around the square that he had chisled out. He pushed carefully on the panel above him, and slipped it up. Light from the room above flooded the small room, and he made sure there were no voices in the study before pulling himself up.

It was difficult for him to lift himself to the floor of the study, his body somewhat weak from living off the land, and not training or being able to condition himself properly since he had gone into hiding. He looked around the room, and pulled himself fully out, then placed the covering back over the hole. Horatio walked around the room, seeing few changes. His fingers slipped to the bookcase, and he pushed the small discolored circle behind it. A whoosh of cold air hit him, and he moved silently inside the hidden passageway. With practiced eased he worked his way up the small narrow stairs, and then found the exit he sought. Slipping inside, the room dark and empty, Horatio found the darkest corner of his wife's chamber, and waited for her to come to bed.




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