Taking A Lady

(All characters in explicit scenes are above the age of 18)

Louise's mistake was getting too familiar with her manservant, Elrond. Louise had always been kindhearted and down-to-earth even when her mother had urged her to command more respect from her status. Now that her mother had passed on, she had inherited her wealth and was now free to do as she pleased.

She had gone for a picnic in the eastern meadow with Elrond for company. She had grown up with him and knew him fondly as if he was her brother. With him she was comfortable and perhaps a little too blind to the knowledge that he was a man now, with simple but strong needs and desires.

She sat on the large picnic blanket, her dress creeping up her legs as she shifted around, plucking flowers out of the grass.

"Is the weather not beautiful today?" She asked.

"Indeed it is," Elrond said from where he was sitting a respectable distance away.

Louise looked up at him, putting the daisy chain she was making aside.

"Come and sit with me, Elrond. The housekeeper packed far more food than I am capable of eating alone," she said.

"That wouldn't be proper, Miss," he said, his brown eyes darting to her.

She examined him for a moment. Whether she realized it or not, her lingering gaze made it clear that she found him quite entrancing in his simple white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, and skin tanned from the sun.

"Call me by my name, we are familiar enough for that. Come now, obey your lady's word," she said with a small smile.

He couldn't resist her command now and seated himself on the edge of the blanket. She handed him a cream puff.

"Soon we will both be turning twenty," she said, lying back and squinting up at the sky. "Shall we hold a party together?"

"Now that would really be improper," he said as he scarfed down the cream puff. "Don't ruin your standing in society over me, Louise."

"Nonsense!" She scoffed. "You are my fondest friend. You ought to have nice things like I do."

"That's not how the world works," Elrond responded. "When you are born with low standing it is terribly difficult to achieve anything more."

"That needs to change," she murmured and sat up, her eyes as blue and clear as the sky above them. "That will be my life's goal, I imagine. To create equality."

She looked so beautiful with the flowers in her hair and the earnestness in her tone. Elrond couldn't help but steal some of that sweetness for himself with a kiss. Just a fleeting one, but in an instant he realized it was not enough and sought another, crushing his lips against hers with a hungry groan. Louise startled and pushed him away, her lips flushed.

"Elrond!" She exclaimed, shocked and nervous. "You must not... Oh, why did you do that?"

Elrond swallowed hard, feeling the blood rush into his nether regions, making reasoning with himself that much harder.

"You are so beautiful, Louise. I simply can't help it."

He moved to kiss her again, but she blushed violently and turned her head. His lust overwhelmed him and he took her by the back of her neck, his large hand easily able to hold her still as he directed her to kiss him, nipping at her bottom lip hungrily. She moaned complaints against his mouth and when he pulled away to pant for air she grabbed his wrist in her delicate hands and pulled.

"Elrond, let me go," she squeaked, her eyes as open as freshly blooming flowers.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was so much bigger than her petite form and it took very little exertion from him to get her flat on the blanket. She let out a sound when his hips pressed against hers, his weight pinning her down.

"I've dreamed of this," Elrond said huskily against her neck, sucking a bruise there. "How long I've wanted to do this with you!"

"Elrond," Lousie quivered, feeling strangely and unable to decide what to do. "S-stop..."

"Do you really want me to?" He groaned, his stubble rough against her neck. "Tell me you haven't thought about this."

"No! I- never!" She said vehemently, squirming to try to free herself from his weight.

All that achieved was rubbing her body against his, and the groan of pure arousal he made had her cringing in her confused response, her pink nipples tightening in the confines of her dress. Oh no... What was this sensation?

"You feel it too, my lady?" Elrond growled. "I shouldn't have waited so long to have you."

"No," Louise whined. "Someone will see us!"

"There is no one in this meadow but you and I, Louise," he said, and she shivered at the sound of her name, rolling so sweetly from his tongue.

He shoved her skirts up and she wriggled, her foot kicking out and catching his shin. He paid her struggles absolutely no mind, his hand jammed between them as he loosened his pants. Louise was trembling now, digging her fingernails into his arms as sparks of fear and pleasure went through her body. She couldn't help but moan when she felt something blunt and hard stroke between her legs, catching against her bud.

"Don't," she pleaded. "Elrond, you're not thinking straight!"

"Perhaps not," he replied, notching the head of his manhood at her tight, wet virgin entrance. "But I won't regret doing this."

He pushed into her slowly and she cried out. He kissed her to muffle the sound of her pained cries, his callused fingers rubbing her tears away.

"Shhh, relax for me, Louise. It will only hurt a moment," he soothed.

She whimpered at the foreign feeling of being stretched, sweating in the many layers of her dress as the sun shone down on them. As his hips pressed down her thighs parted almost naturally, shyly wrapping around him. Her small breasts pressed against his chest and he put a hand on one, caressing her stiff nipple with his thumb through her dress. She gasped into his mouth.

"See?" He murmured. "You're doing very well."

"It hurts," Louise sniffled. "Stop it."

He brought his hand down between her legs, finding the nub of her clitoris. She squeaked at his touch and the way it instantly mellowed the pain of his intrusion, replacing it with a warm ache.

"Oh," she sighed hazily, gripping onto him for support.

"There you go," he said, keeping up the small, tight circles with his hand as he withdrew and slid in again at a measured pace, savoring the tight clench of her walls.

She whimpered as his cock throbbed inside her, stretching her out. She couldn't help but clasp down on him as a deep aching throb built inside her. Focused on bringing her pleasure and making her relax for him, he wasn't paying much attention to what she did, so she took the opportunity to haul herself up on her elbows and scoot upwards, freeing her pussy from the thickness of his cock, gasping at the sudden emptiness. She tried to crawl away but he caught her by the hips.

"Don't ever run from me, Louise," he snarled, yanking her back against him, her delicate palms and knees scrabbling against the blanket as she sought for purchase.

She shrieked when he flipped her dress up around her hips and delivered a smack to her pale bottom.

"How dare you!" She cried out. "Elrond you evil- oomph."

Her face was thrust against the blanket as he slid back into her from behind and she whimpered at this new angle, quite sure she could feel him up in her belly.

"I tried to make this good for you, Louise," he growled in her ear, his heavy body crushing against hers. "But I am not a patient man."

She could only whimper in wordless, tearful response as he thrust all the way into her, so thick and hot. He did not touch her aching clit again but placed his palms on either side of her, caging her in as his hips pressed against hers over and over. She sobbed as his length filled her, too much to handle.

"Ah! You're hurting me," she winced, but he didn't slow his punishing pace.

"I'm going to make you mine, Louise. No other man will ever have you. No man will know the feeling of your cunt," Elrond said darkly and Louise blushed, scandalized.

"Don't say such filthy things!" She snapped, her voice jolting with each press of his hips.

She cringed at the sounds their joining made. Despite herself, she was very wet and seemed to become more and more soaked with each brutal tilt of his hips.

"No," she whimpered as his pace picked up.

Her stomach tightened and she let out a little cry as she climaxed, clenching tight against his cock. Elrond cursed and uttered the most ear-bruising things to her as his manhood bullied its way into her tender pussy, faster and faster until she was crying and coming again around him. His hips snapped to a stop deep inside of her and he came, spurting hotly inside.

Lousie moaned in defeat, her body tingling as Elrond eased off of her. She lay disgruntled on the blanket for a long moment while he smoothed her dress back down.

"Get on your horse," he said simply. "I'll take you home."

Louise said nothing as she got into the saddle, keeping her head down as she tried to arrange her clothes so they did not look too mussed. Elrond did not look at her once the whole walk back and disappeared with the horse as soon as she had dismounted. Louise fled up to her room so she could curl on her bed and weep, more out of confusion than anything else.