The Ladies

Belita Renn

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THE LADIES By Belita Renn

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Grampian Mountains 1641 High above the sleepy village of Ben Nevis sat the black castle of the new Laird Kirkland Age. Presented to Earl Nevis upon the death of his father, Terius Age, Kirkland returned from Rome to become the new village benefactor. The new laird from all accounts was rumored to be in his mid-thirties, handsome as sin and a warlock. There were many of the villagers that maintained the Greek God Zeus had given him the power to enthrall others to do his will. With the new laird in residence there was an added problem. He needed a lady to provide the next generation’s Earl. It was a great honor and villagers prayed that their daughter would be chosen to be the Countess. The fact that the entire family would benefit from their daughter’s marriage to the rich laird only encouraged the matchmaking. Nevis had sent word that, if he could find an acceptable lass among the villagers, he would not go outside the village to choose a bride. Five ladies, for various reasons unknown to the villagers, had been chosen to go to the castle to spend a week with Laird Nevis. During that week, the Count would determine, by his own means, which would be his bride. The young ladies were each lovely for different reasons, each having different color hair, different personalities and temperaments. Nicole Case, a brunette with winsome ways, of average height and build, was the village blacksmith’s daughter. Dismissing her green eyes that sparkled with laughter, and her peaches and cream complexion, she thought there was nothing notable about her appearance. Therefore, she did not understand how she could have been chosen, as she was not of honorable birth. Nicole was a bastard, conceived on her dad’s mistress, while his wife was delivering his first-born son. At age twelve she had gone to live with her father after her mother died. Nicole had not wanted to be chosen as a candidate for the position of Countess. Now that she had, there was no choice but to participate. Her father would never forgive her if she refused. It wasn’t that she was in love or objected to the position. She knew she wouldn’t be chosen once he questioned her about her lineage. In truth, she did not wish to be humiliated by the rejection before the whole village. 3

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On the morning they were to depart for the castle, the young ladies were gathered in the village square, where the town's people made a great fuss over them. Nicole was not ashamed of being a bastard, and the villagers were accustomed to her. Still, she was feeling shy because she felt certain her lack of birthright would quickly disqualify her. Nicole did not enjoy being the center of attention. She stood back from the crowd, smiling slightly, because she could not contain her nervous grin. She, like the others, was susceptible to praise. Still the hero-worship, which they were receiving at present was slightly unnerving. She had struggled all her life to gain some shred of respect from the villagers; and she had done nothing other than be chosen by the Laird to become one of the most respected members of their clan. When she returned from the castle, even if she were filled with the Earl’s seed, she would be no one again. The pity would be, if he chose to plant his seed in her belly, her child would also be a bastard. But, were she chosen to be his Countess, it would lift her from being merely accepted, to being respected, and that was a goal worth pursuing. It was a fantasy and Nicole recognized it as a wish upon the stars. Her heart dreamed, while her mind shouted not to be a fool and get her hopes up. The situation was hopeless; besides she hadn’t met the laird, he could be an ogre. She and four other ladies were lifted into an open landau from which they could wave at the villagers as they rode from sight. Tilly Tigar with golden tresses, a willowy body and a large smile, sat next to her. Across from Nicole was Jordon Micheals; her hair was coal black, her skin alabaster, and her lips rosy. She had a stark appearance to Nicole’s mind, but the village lads admired her. Next was Flona Burst, with flaming red hair and freckles. She had a straight stout frame. And last, but never less admired, was Areo Hermate, her hair was pale as spun sunshine, that framed limpid hazel eyes and a fragile appearance to her comely features. The carriage started up the winding road to the castle, followed by three of the vilest members in the town. She did not know why, but the least respected, and downright devils of the village had been chosen to escort the ladies. The amazing thing was how Count Nevis had made the choices of both males and females, and sent them in a missive to the village elders. No one knew how he had discovered their names; therefore his ability to gain information was added to the many gifts the warlock possessed. The castle loomed over them, as the carriage stopped in the courtyard. Nicole stepped down with the others, butterflies dancing in her stomach. The air was crisp, reminding her of a rain freshened day. The ladies advanced in silence toward the front steps. Their male escorts hurried ahead to pound on the door and announce their arrival.

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The entrance opened almost immediately. A feeble looking jurr with brown hair, and tired eyes escorted them into the castle. The servant wench's face wasn’t old, being in her late thirties at most, but she appeared haggard from fatigue. A troubled frown wrinkled Nicole’s eyebrows inward. Was the laird an ogre that worked his servants beyond reason? “Come along, ladies, we mustn’t keep my laird waiting,” speaking in an exhausted tone, the tired looking woman led the way across the foyer to a side hall. Every room they passed was filled with beautiful furnishings. Nicole had never dreamed such things existed. Heavy furniture with claw feet, and delicate furniture with carved wood and spindle legs slipped past her view. Taken into a parlor decorated in moss green and gold, where they were instructed to remove their clothing. “To the skin, ladies. You will each don one of these.” Greek gowns of sheer white material that draped over one shoulder and ended at the ankle had been provided. The servant turned her back while they dressed. The gowns, while lovely, were revealing, offering tantalizing peeks of their bodies. A buzz of conversation ended the silence as the ladies donned the scanty gowns. “I have never seen anything so lovely,” Areo said in awe, as she slipped the gown over her head. “It’s so thin.” Jordon wailed softly, holding the gown before her. “Oh, so soft.” Flona praised, rubbing the material against her cheek. Tilly giggled. “This is going to reveal everything.” “Hum. Why would he choose Greek gowns?” Nicole spoke to herself, not expecting a response. “To honor his friend of course.” Tilly pointed out. “You dinna really believe those rumors?” Flona lifted her hair from behind her back and smoothed it over her breasts. “What other reason could there be?" Jordon questioned, following Flona’s example, she raked her black hair over her breasts. “He wants to see us in scanty clothing,“ Areo supplied. “Hum.” Nicole seriously doubted it was for any reason other than the last. Although, she could understand why the rumors flourished. It appeared Laird Nevis did his part in keeping the stories alive. Her face burning from embarrassment, Nicole fluffed the material over her breasts. Her companions were looking at each other shyly, with their hands moving self-consciously over the thin material to cover their breasts and pubic area. “Everyone dressed? Good, follow me. Leave your things; they will be stored until you are ready to depart,” their female escort informed them in an impersonal tone. 5

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“We are not to wear our own clothing all week?” Tilly boldly asked what they all wished to know, and then giggled nervously. “You will be wearing clothing similar to what you are wearing.” The sound of exhaustion was back in their escort’s timbre. The woman escorted them from the parlor, and they looked nervously toward the entrance, where the men from the village stood gaping at them. Turning their backs toward the villagers, they hurried after their escort. She led them down another hall to the morning room. Sunlight was streaming through the long windows, and slanting across the stone floor. The furniture was softened by padded material, embroidered with gold threads. Everything was thick, including the draperies, and heavy, carved wood furniture was arranged around the room. “You shall wait here, I suggest that you sit.” She cast a stern look over them, as though they were troublesome servants. It was a look that warned them to behave. Turning, she disappeared through the doorway. Her heart pounding in her breast, Nicole realized she had never been so sensually garbed before. Knowing that Count Nevis was going to be looking at their bodies, and determining their desirability made her conscious of her female shape. Even the brush of her fingers against her arm was arousing. Every little whisper of the sheer material brushing against her breasts was felt with shocking awareness. From the whispered comments of the other ladies she knew that they were feeling similarly excited. Tilly giggled nervously, “I’m glad I’m a blonde.” At twenty-one, Tilly was the coddled younger daughter of the town Squire. Aside from the Earl, because of her station in the village, she had her pick of the available gentlemen. To her the Earl was the only challenge, which was probably why she was here. Nicole didn’t believe Tilly was seriously interested in marriage, but she was serious about claiming the Earl. “I wish I was blonde. I have never even slept in anything this thin.“ Jordon was helpless to conceal the black curls at the apex of her thighs. The oldest daughter of the miller, Jordon had to marry before her younger sisters could wed to avoid embarrassment. As her younger sisters were both betrothed, Jordon was feeling the pressure of finding a husband. Nicole assumed she would do anything to find a husband. And if he happen to be an Earl, all the better for Jordon. “I think it is exciting.” Areo pleated the material over her dusky nipple. Her pubic hair was to light to be seen, yet offered some concealment for her flesh. Areo was accustomed to having her way in all things. Nothing was beneath her honor or dignity, if

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it would help her achieve her goal. Setting marriage to the Earl as her new goal, Areo would do whatever was necessary to claim the prize. “Well I am grateful I don’t have dark hair like Jordon and Nicole.” Flona held the pelvis area of her gown away from her red curls. She was an attention hog. She loved being the center of everything, and would quickly devise a scheme in any situation, to get what she wanted. She was stubborn to a fault when it came to love, and Flona had been in love with every available male in the village. In love, and just as quickly bored, she moved from man to man, seeking new and more exciting entertainment. To become the Countess of the village would provide long-term entertainment. “Thanks for reminding me.” Nicole said dryly, gathering the material before her stomach. Forming pleats and holding them beneath an arm she crossed over her waist. Fluffing the material over her breast, she knew she had accomplished all she could with what she had available. While Nicole was not unhappy with her family situation, it could be better; still she was certainly not going to be pressured into marriage. Although she was interested and willing to accept the opportunity of exploring the situation that Laird Nevis was providing, that didn’t mean she was interested in marrying him. She had no real reason for being here, other than curiosity. Although the nudging hope of becoming respected floated in the back of her thoughts. “You can act as shy as you wish. Obviously, Laird Nevis wishes to find a bride that isn’t shy, so I’ll not be hiding behind any of you.” Areo said, lifting her chin. She was throwing down the gauntlet. Challenging them to be bold enough to compete for the Earl’s attention. Of course Areo would thrive on the competition, an easy win would not be as sweet a victory. How could she gloat if the prize was handed to her? She wanted to snatch it from the grasp of another. “Fine, I will hide behind you.” Jordon didn’t wait for Areo to offer protection. Stepping behind the young woman, she peeked around her arm. While she was willing to hide her body, when the moment came, Jordon would join the challenge. She was looking for a husband, and if the Earl were willing, Jordon would be also. “Areo is right, being shy isn’t going to make you the lady of the castle. It is fairly clear the Laird likes to look at women. His countess will have to accept that about him,” Tilly pointed out. “Nicole, you can stand behind me, if you wish,” Flona offered. She would like to put everyone behind her, so that the Earl would only notice her. Nicole thought, knowing she was behaving as though she were jealous. Perhaps she was a little jealous. The ladies were all attractive. She was honored to be included in their group. It made her feel that the laird thought she was attractive also. What lady can 7

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resist the praise of being considered pretty. Her ego felt the thrill, and it boosted her bravery. “Thanks, but I’ll survive the embarrassment for the short time I’ll be here.” Letting them know that she didn’t consider herself real competition; Nicole’s aim was to avoid vicious digs about her background. “What do you mean? You don’t think he is merely going to look at us and pick?” Flona demanded, in a startled tone. She wouldn’t be able to plan a campaign for stealing all of the attention, while the other ladies were left in the cold, if the Earl did nothing more than chose by physical appearance. While Flona knew she was attractive, she also understood that not all men were interested in redheads, because of their reputation for having a quick temper. Only time would allow her to overcome this predisposition, if necessary. She knew with time, she could accomplish this, as she had in the past. She had stolen Adam Weston from Tilly in only a month. With time she could steal the Earl from anyone here today, if she must. But she might need time; it would be no honor to steal him from his wife. Flona wanted to be the wife. “No, I believe he will do more than look, or he wouldn’t have bothered with assembling us, but you know my background.” Nicole reminded them. She wanted to say don’t blurt it out; let me reveal it in my own time. Allow me to have some fun first, but she couldn’t. That would set her up for a quick betrayal. “That’s right.” Tilly gasped. “I had forgotten.” Nicole’s mouth flattened. She recognized the lie in the amused tone. “Poor you.” Mocked Areo, “That leaves only three for me to—” “Ladies,” Flona scolded. “We don’t need to fight.” “True,” Jordon agreed. “We don’t need more, to make us nervous. For once, I feel like Nicole is the lucky one.” Flona allowed a chuckled. “It was foolish of you to come, Nicole. You knew once he learned your background, he would send you back.” Speaking in a sassy tone, Flona mocked. “Why did you come?” Tilly looked at Nicole with a puzzled frown. “When you believe the result is already determined, why didn’t you merely decline? “Her Da made her, of course, don’t ask silly question, Tilly,” Areo mocked. “Thank the stars the Earl likes to look at women, he could be like Nicole’s father and prefer men.” Areo stuck a knife in Nicole’s back. Aside from being the oldest of their group at twenty-five, Areo had a mean streak.

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Chapter Two

Clamping her jaw shut, Nicole refused to rise to the bate Areo was tossing. She didn’t defend herself against the gossip; she wasn’t going to start defending her father against vicious gossip. "Personally, I would have saved myself the embarrassment.” Flona said in an haute tone. Flona’s comment succeeded in ending the conversation. A short time later, the tapping of heels could be heard in the hallway. The sounds grew closer until the lady that had escorted them walked into the room with the three leering village men, and an unknown man. Now Nicole really felt exposed. The village rejects, plus a stranger, were getting an intimate view of their bodies. “Ladies, allow me to introduce Muel Zeus,” The woman said. His eyes wide and gawking, Muel licked his swollen lips and rubbed his crotch. His swollen lips, and his crude behavior made Muel unattractive. He would have been rejected by the females of Nevis village, just as the other men had always been. So this ugly man was who the villagers were thinking was the god Zeus, the first man to eat a woman. Zeus was rumored to be the god that had made Laird Nevis a wizard, while he was in Rome. Nicole believed the old Earl had spread the rumors to make himself more respected by the villagers, as he had grown old. Perhaps he had felt he needed something amazing in his family to maintain the respect of the town's people. He had begun telling his servants tales of his son’s escapades, while visiting Athens and Roma. One of the tales had been that Kirkland had met Zeus at Gaul, and they had become friends. They had traveled together to Macedon, Thrace, and Dacia, seducing women and flaunting the Roman Catholic Church. They had reinforced the belief that the people from beyond Hadrian’s Wall were barbarians. How could anyone mistake this devil for the handsome god from Mount Olympus? Containing a grin, Nicole wondered if the old Laird Nevis had ever met his son’s companion. It was doubtful the old Laird, even with his failing eyesight, could mistake this man for Zeus of Mount Olympus. Of course he probably never thought the people 9

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from the village would have an opportunity to meet Zeus. Therefore, it had been easy for Terius Age, to distort the truth about his son’s friend. The way this Zeus was pulling at his cock, it was doubtful he had ever known a woman. Nicole couldn’t imagine the god Zeus acting so inappropriate in the company of women. Unless of course he was attempting to make certain no one recognized him. If this was true, he had certainly succeeded. Zeus looked at Nicole and winked, as though he knew what she was thinking. His look making Nicole uncomfortable, heat warmed her face as guilt touched her emotions. When had she become petty? Condemning a stranger merely because of his looks, was wrong? She hadn’t taken time to learn, if he was as bad as the depraved villagers. Could she blame him for touching himself when confronted by nearly naked women? Actually yes, the laird wasn’t acting wicked. The men from the village were behaving just as badly. Errow Tact was licking his mouth, and making crude gestures, pumping his hand before his crotch. He had no lips; only a skin opening that was unattractively pale. Hester Cream was circling them to see as much as possible of their bodies. Hester was bald since birth, unfortunately he also had nubbin fingers, and black eyes that made him appear evil. Rimes Wiss had skin that always looked dry and scaly. He lusted after women with his beady eyes and he was always touching his ass. Although all three were in their twenties, it was doubtful that these men had ever seen a naked woman, unless they had been peeking through windows. Nicole found that merely having them look at her was repulsive. It wasn’t that the villagers rejected the malformed, they didn’t. There were scarred, and maimed people among the good folk of Nevis Village. There was just something about these men that repulsed. It was the forward and rough nature of their touch that made them creepy. When passing on the street, they pinched or tweaked at private places, the leer in their eyes was vulgar. Nicole flinched as Hester touched her gown. She moved beyond his reach, her expression dared him to pursue. Perhaps these men had been with the ugly women of the village, but they had certainly never had the opportunity to be with near naked lovely women before today. Perhaps this once she should forgive them for their behavior. A deep throat was cleared, drawing their attention to the door. A tall, striking handsome man with dark hair stepped into the parlor. He had a patrician nose and masculine lips, with broad shoulders that tapered to lean hips. This was their nobleman Kirkland Age, Earl Nevis. Dressed in a blue velvet coat with white lace extending from

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his sleeve dangling over his hands, and a white cravat circling his shirt collar. A black waistcoat matched clinging pantaloons that molded to his lean thigh and knee boots of butter soft leather. “Ladies, I will learn which name goes with each lady as we go forward. I wish to tell you now, that we will be having sex this week. Any that object to sexual situations should leave now. You will be assigned rooms; in each there will be instructions of what I wish from you. You will follow them exactly as written. Can everyone read?” They nodded. “Good, now Mrs. Pleat will show you to your rooms. You will bathe if you have not today. Then return to the entrance hall, and you shall be escorted to the dining room.” "Ladies, you may leave with Mrs. Pleat now.” Dismissing them, he turned to the men. “Gentlemen, you will act as footmen and do odd tasks, such as escort the ladies from the front entrance hall to the dining room. The usual household staff has been dismissed for the present time. You will do some of their tasks. Mr. Zeus will show you to your rooms, and then he will show you to the dining hall where he will explain your first task.” His voice faded as they followed Mrs. Pleat, down a back hall and up the stairs. A sound like a cheer rose from the group of men, they had left behind. On the second landing they were each assigned chambers facing the front lawn. Standing in the hallway, they listened to Mrs. Pleat spouting directions in her fatigued tone. “No wondering the halls at night. You each have a black satin mask. You will wear this mask as instructed. Be warned not to tamper with it, or try to wear it twisted. Believe me, he will know. Count Nevis will dismiss you from the castle, and one of the escorts will return you to the village. Anyone not obeying or following instructions will be dismissed.” “I’m not letting any of them escort me anyplace where there are not a lot of people.” One of the ladies murmured. Nicole wasn’t able to ascertain which lady spoke. If forced to guess, she would say the attention claimer, Flona Burst. Mrs. Pleat continued. “During your stay you shall bathe every day, no exceptions. Should you begin to bleed, you must notify me immediately. The Count will tolerate no hindrances this week, obey and all will go well. Now enter your rooms and ready yourselves, remembering to follow your instructions. They are waiting upon your bedside table. This is where all of your instruction will be placed.” Her speech completed, Mrs. Pleat waved them away. “Go.” Nicole entered the chamber and stopped to admire the furnishings. It was a beautiful chamber, decorated in pale pastels. Moving to the bedside table, she lifted the 11

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note and read. Her eyes shifted to the pink cream in a cup sitting on the table. Closing her eyes, she moaned. “This is going to be a week of submission.” It was an exciting thought. She had always had someone ordering her around, but this was different. This would be sexual submission. Removing the choice, and adding wondering, anticipation, and anxiety made her aroused. Slipping out of her gown, she rubbed the pink cream on her nipples, which grew hard as she rubbed. She was tempted to massage, but feared there would be revealing signs. The faint scent of cinnamon was released from the cream. Feeling wicked, she rubbed the cream as instructed on her buttocks and pubic hair. When she drew the grown back over her body, she moved to the mirror to inspect her person. It was as bad as she had feared, and as exciting as she had anticipated. The cream highlighted those points of her body, making them obvious through the white gown. Plus the gown stuck to her at these, places, making the material translucent. To walk downstairs like this would be similar to walking through the castle naked. The thought made her heart beat faster with anticipation, for it would be as though she owned the castle and had the right to do as she wished. She could leave now and face no more of these situations, but this was like being granted the opportunity to indulge every fantasy. She had always dreamed of being bold enough to walk around her home naked. Living with her father and halfbrother had made it impossible. Nicole had hoped one day to have a home of her own, where she might indulge this fantasy. On occasion she had imagined that her husband would demand that she wear nothing, so he could admire her body as she moved about their home. It had excited her to dream that she had been given no choice in exposing her body to his lusting gaze. Because she felt shy about expressing emotional needs, she needed someone to free her from the decision and order her to obey. Tonight, she would discover if it was as exciting in reality as it was in her fantasies. Nicole wanted the opportunity to be held by the handsome Count. It would be thrilling to be looked at with lust, by the Earl. Embarrassed by her wanton desires, she justified her decision to stay. Besides, the villagers and my family would never let me live it down if I didn’t try. With no real choice, why not enjoy the luxury while I can? She would have no opportunities in the future to live in such a palace. Brushing her hair and using the chamber pot, she improved her confidence. Then washing her hands, she dried them on a linen beside the basin. Nicole stalled as long as she dared. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, she squared her shoulders before starting downstairs. How did the other ladies feel about being forced to dress like a harem girl or

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harlot? Perhaps, if she pretended there was a chance he might choose her, she would feel more excited, but it was doubtful. He said they would be having sex, and she would truly love to have that beautiful man make love to her. The thought of his naked body next to her skin made her pussy ache. Men in the village wanted to bed her, but she had resisted temptation, fearing they would abandon her, if she got with child. Now she had no choice, and it removed the pressure of making the decision from her shoulders. She could indulge her physical desires with a handsome laird. Actually, thinking that she had no choice was exciting. With no decision to make she could concentrate on enjoying herself, and still be able to pretend she wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. Certain her face was a dark red, she descended the stairs to the entrance hall where the four male outcasts waited. Their eyes, dark with lust, drank in every part of her body. Muel was rubbing his privates, while gawking. The remaining three had large bulges pushing out the front of in their breeches. Holding her head high, Nicole stepped from the stairs, and accepted the arm of Errow. He had the nerve to bend backwards to look at her exposed butt cheeks. Since he knew of the cream on her buttocks, it was apparent that another had been forced to endure this same situation. Would all of their tasks, and tests be the same? She wanted only the Count to see her as a sexy woman, not the outcasts. She didn’t want them lusting after her body. Staring straight ahead, she ignored the leers and strolled down the hall. Arriving in the dining hall, Nicole discovered she was the last to enter and all the ladies had on the pink cream. It was like being in a room full of nude women. Which would not bother her, if the Count was not present, and looking at the other ladies. She wanted him looking only at her, not them. “Good evening my lord.” Advancing into the room, Nicole schooled her expression to reveal none of her troublesome thoughts. He looked at her face with a steady gaze that she found admirable. A smile lifted her lips. “You appear to have varied tastes when it comes to entertainment. Other than forcing us to submit, what purpose does this pink cream serve?” “I am glad you asked.” Taking her hand, he escorted her to the sideboard where the four ladies stood eating their meals. “It allows me a more accurate view of what lies beneath, without forcing you to walk about naked before your escorts on your first night.” Smiling, he glanced down at her body. Swallowing, she recognized that he tacked on “on your first night,” and hoped it was not for a reason. 13

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“It is uncomfortable having them seeing me like this and lusting,” Nicole admitted. “My dear, they have always lusted after you. It is nothing to be ashamed of, perhaps bringing it out in the open will stop them from acting so rudely.” “That would be a benefit, I suppose.” Even if he had a logical point, she wanted to wipe the smug smile of his face. “I noticed you are not wearing clothing of a similar nature.” He chuckled. “Would you be at all interested in looking?” “Yes.” It was a simple truth. Looking at his face, she met his dark probing gaze. She wanted him, gawked at and aroused, in a sheer white tunic, similar to what the Greek men had worn. Her face was already red, how much worse could it get? “Perhaps one day you will mean that for a reason other than revenge. Then I will be happy to oblige.” The visual thought that flashed in her mind caused her to smile. Indeed she would like to see that beautiful body in warm flesh. She didn’t think she could blush any worse, until the escorts arrived to serve their meal. Their eyes were on the ladies the whole time, inspecting their exposed bodies. Nevis touched her shoulder to attract her attention. Taking her hand, he led her across the room before the servers reached her. Unwittingly he had rescued her, if only for a moment. He was her hero. “Are you all right? I grow concerned over your flushed condition. Is it normal?” “Under the circumstances it is normal.” Casting a glance across the room, she spotted one of the escorts reaching out a finger to stroke Jordon’s nipple. Gasping, her eyes grew wide. “Don’t touch.” Following her gaze, their host commanded. Wiss dropped his hand, and hurried to the opposite end of the table. The Earl’s glare followed the retreating servant until he was satisfied the man was going to behave. After they had eaten, their host announced, “Ladies, I thank you for coming. In honor of the occasion I have a special wine. Everyone must drink.” Hester entered the room with a silver tray that contained short teacups and a decanter of dark liquor. Placing the tray on the table, he poured a splash in each cup. Presumably the wine was for them and not the escorts, there were only six cups. Their host moved to the table, and took the decanter from a surprised Hester. Moving the decanter over the cups again, he filled them to the rim. “Pass those out Ester.” “Hester my lord.” Dipping his head in acknowledgment, he reached for the tray.

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“Never mind Ester. The ladies can come for the cups. There will be less likelihood of a spill.” Turning, he cast a glance around the room at the scantly clad women. Dipping his head aside, Hester backed from the tray. Advancing one at a time, the ladies lifted a cup and tipped it into her mouth. It was a foul tasting wine with a bitter after taste. “Excellent,” he said, as the last lady lifted a glass to her lips. “I suggest that you retire and prepare for bed. The time has flown.” Wishing to get the rank taste lingering in her mouth washed away, Nicole moved to the sideboard and reached for the Sherry decanter.” “Miss Nicole?” Her hand hesitated. She hadn’t realized that he knew her by sight. “Yes my lord.” Her fingers grasped the decanter. “Please retire. You have a hot bath waiting.” “The wine was a touch bitter my lord.” Facing him, she discovered herself alone with him. Prudently, she decided to retreat. Challenging him while alone was not wise. He had a potency that she found difficult to resist. Water would serve her needs if there were nothing else in her chamber. Releasing the decanter, she brushed her sweating hand down her hip. Advancing, he held out his hand. “All life has bitterness my dear. May I escort you to your room.” “That will not be necessary. I will be able to find my way.” “Then I will see you later.” He said, watching her with considering dark eyes. She strode from the room, and could feel his regard as though it were fingers touching her back. Oh hell, have I just rejected him? She glanced back. “Unless you wish to escort me, my lord.” Smiling, he shook his head. “You haven’t spurned me Nicole.” Deep and rich, his timbre washed through her like a rolling wave. His smile made her feel like she was the most luscious woman alive. Relieved, she smiled and turned away. Strolling from the room, she was pleased with they way her hips swayed the soft material around her thighs. Glancing back as she started up the stairs, she could see Mrs. Pleat through the open doorway, drinking from the sixth cup. Why had only the women drunk the bitter wine? Reaching her room, she stripped off the gown and sank into the hot water. She felt a powerful need to clean the awful pink cream from her body. It was a relief to 15

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watch it disappear as she lathered her skin with scented soap. Her bedchamber door opened, startling a gasp from her lips. For a moment she thought Count Nevis had been speaking literally when he had said, “I will see you later”. Then Mrs. Pleat appeared and she went limp with relief. Chuckling, she scolded pleasantly. “You startled me Mrs. Pleat.” “I am sorry my lady. I will endeavor to remember to knock. It is not my normal habit.” “You walk into Lord Nevis’ chamber when you please?” “Certainly not. I meant the guest chambers. We seldom have guests; therefore I forgot to knock.” Nodding in understanding, she continued her bath; lifting a sea sponge, she soaked water down her chest. “Is there something I can assist you with, Mrs. Pleat?” “Bless you, no. I am merely gathering gowns for the washing.” Bending, she scooped up the discarded gown and started toward the exit. “What was in the wine?” “The wine?” “Yes, what was in it that made it for the women only?” “Oh, just something to give you energy.” Her eyebrows lifted. At bedtime? “What surprise does your master have in store for us on the morrow?” “I am afraid I cannot say.” Pulling the door open, she glanced back. “You should ask the Earl.” Stepping through the opening, she disappeared. The door did not close behind the housekeeper. Surely the woman had not forgotten to close the door. If she wanted the door closed, then she must close it. It appeared there was little hope for privacy in this place where modesty was treated with lack of respect. Sighing, she rose from the water, and reached for the linen to cover her body. It was too far away to reach from the tub. Holding onto the near wall, she stepped one leg over the side and was lifting her other foot when movement at the door attracted her attention. Lifting her head, she watched as Count Nevis step into her chamber. “My lord?” Stepping back, she stumbled against the side of the tub and tumbled with a cry into the water. Landing on her bottom with a splash, her legs dangling over the side. She found herself in and awkward position, that would take sometime to get extricated from.

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“My dear woman, are you harmed?” He spoke with the crispness of the English. Rushing to her side, Nevis bent to assist her. Wrapping strong hands around her back, he lifted her from the water. “Please don’t hurt yourself, my lord.” With an ease that left her breathless, he lifted her body against his solid frame. Leaning at an odd angle between him and the tub, she needed his frame for support. If he had planned it, she did not believe he could have executed the move to land her in this precarious position. While she leaned against his body, his hand ran over her flesh. Scalding her skin with his hot touch. Her heart leapt and thundered in her chest. His scent enveloped her. Deliciously, it invaded her body and sent a shiver of delight and longing surging through her. Wanting to lick his flesh and discover if he tasted as delectable as he smelled, she nuzzled her nose against his throat. Her tongue slipped out and touched the warm flesh. A shiver shook his frame. She moaned, and longing clinched her insides. “You don’t seem to be damaged.” “Thank you,” breathless, her words were soft. “You can release me now.” He glanced down at their meshed bodies. “You appear to be in an awkward position.” “Yes.” Still breathless, she lifted her head and encountered his face directly above hers. Her mouth stopped a breath away from his masculine lips. Inside she groaned. Would he kiss her? Instead of releasing her, or kissing her, Nevis stepped back, carrying her with his large frame, by cupping her butt cheeks and lifting her against his solid body. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothing. Allowing her body to slide down his hard frame, she could feel the bulge of his hard cock between her thighs. “Eleven o’clock draws near, I should leave you to ready yourself, I admit, I am excited.” Releasing her, he smiled as he turned and strode away. She waited until the door closed behind him to comment. “Talk about a fast retreat. Do you suppose he was embarrassed by his desire?” Reaching for the linen, she wrapped it around her body. The thought that occurred to her did not compliment her 17

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ego. Was his fast retreat because the desire he felt was for one of the other women? “Well what did you expect, that he would fall in love with you,” she mocked wryly. The day had been one thing after another, keeping her body tense. That tension was still tightening her body. Rolling her shoulders, she moved toward the bed. Spotting the note on the bedside table, she reached for it. What now? Snatching up the parchment, she read the instructions. A fresh blush burned beneath her skin. “I could just leave.” Knowing she wouldn’t be leaving tonight, for she would of necessity, be forced to leave with one of the horny escorts, she had no choice but to comply. “But the first thing embarrassing you ask me to do tomorrow, I am leaving.” Crushing the paper, she threw it into the fire. Cursing men and their sexually obsessed minds, she braced her hands on her hips and gazed around the room. Glancing at the walls, she discovered a shadow over a lighter spot in the paint where the headboard had previously been located, that revealed the bed had been repositioned before her arrival. There was no doubt in her mind that the change had taken place while preparing for their arrival. Moving to the window, she gazed out over the battlement, there was room for a man to move along the thick wall. So he wants to play voyeur; well I shall give him a boring show. “Peeking in at a woman indeed.” Shaking her head, she positioned the candle tree at the foot of the bed, and then moved around the room extinguishing all the other candles. The single flame cast a muted light upon the bed. Surprisingly, she wasn’t nervous. She was feeling irritated, yes, but she wasn’t nervous. Sitting on the bed, she fluffed the pillows, and then positioned her body comfortably. Opening the linen wrapped around her torso, she let it fall away. Somewhere in the house a clock struck eleven. Methodically she prepared; lastly she positioned the black mask over her eyes, blocking her view of the room. His scent lingered in the room, enticing her to sensual thoughts. Slowly she began; oh so very lightly touching her nipple in a stroking motion. Awareness of her own physical reactions to her touch was increased by lack of vision. Brushing the tip of her nipple with a feather stroke sent a tingling sensation through her breast. The nipple became a hard peak, eager for the next brush of her fingertip. Her clit throbbed. Thinking of the Count touching the erect nub of her nipple, a shiver of desire shook her body. A soft moan rumbled in her throat, as she excited her body by slow degrees. She stroked one breast at a time. Allowing the other nipple to relax and smooth out before she caused it to tighten once more. With each gentle touch, she imagined it was the first stroke of his fingers on her needy flesh. She did this until she was satisfied she had drawn every morsel of pleasure from the gentle touch. Circling she puckered the rosy

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flesh with her fingertip, she alternated with flicks, caresses, and thumps, all being very light. All of the sensations were affecting her emotions and desires. Her body was singing, and it was getting increasingly difficult to keep her thighs together. Moving down, she cupped the weight of her breast in her palm, and dreamed that it was a man’s hands touching her, pleasing her. Further down she raked, dragging light fingertips over her ribs and stomach. Fantasizing that each stroke was from his fingers increased her excitement. Breathing between parted lips, she spread her thighs wide, bracing one foot on the counterpane. While she stretched her leg over the silk coverlet, she caressed her fingertips over the soft hair covering her mons and labia. She continued to pleasure her breast with light strokes, plucks and thumps. This was really quite pleasurable. Sensing that at this point, he would be outside her window watching, accelerated her excitement. The fact that she didn’t know if he was there or not was stimulating, as he had known it would be. But she was going to surprise him, she was going to pleasure herself so slowly that he would grow bored and leave. She wanted him in her bed, not on the ledge outside the window watching as she stroked her body. After all, there are four other ladies in the house. His mind will quickly turn to them and he will leave her in peace. As far as she was aware, all four were eager to please the new Count with the hope of becoming the new Countess. Admittedly, he was handsome. Thinking of his hard body pressed against her, she skimmed her fingers down her stomach. Touching her curls, she brought her fingers back to her ribs. Her stomach muscles clinched, as they would with a stranger’s touch. She stroked the soft skin sending tingles through her body. This would not be interesting to watch, there was no action, but it certainly felt good. Her thoughts returned to Count Nevis. If he were her lover, she would stroke her fingers through his soft hair and call him Kirkland. Skimming down her stomach, she stroked over her hipbone and then down the smooth skin of her thigh. She would touch him as she was touching herself, teasing and slow, she would build his lust. He would want her with a demanding passion more powerful than any he had ever felt in his life. Indeed, she was enjoying this, if he was watching, she hoped he was bored. Scratching her fingernails feather light up the inside of her thigh, she reached her labia. After plucking her nipple, she raked her fingernails through her curls. He had to have departed. Any male seeking entertainment would have left for more fertile ground by now. Lightly stroking her nipple, she moved from breast to breast. Sliding inside her labia, she tapped the tight bud. The shocking throb ripped a moan from her. Spreading her lips, she stroked downward and slipped her fingertip into 19

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the juices leaking from her vagina. Holding the lips wide, she rubbed the juice into the hard bud of her clit. Groaning and panting, she kept her strokes light, teasing. Driving herself slowly mad with the want of fulfillment, she forced herself to continue the slow pace. Until suddenly it was upon her, the soul shattering need for pressure. Working her fingers hard, she bucked from the mattress, reaching and crying out as the explosion clinched and released her muscles. Panting, she crumbled limply onto the counterpane. A smile played on her lips. She had thoroughly satisfied her body and relaxed her muscles, while sending him packing. Smiling, she removed her mask. He wouldn’t be asking for any more performances of this nature from her. Wondering if he would allow her to remain in this lovely chamber for the remainder of the week, she stretched like a satisfied cat. Then yawned. Rolling onto her side, she closed her eyes and went to sleep. The following morning Mrs. Pleat delivered a bronze Grecian gown that, although sheer, provided her with a great deal more privacy. Dancing around the chamber, Nicole celebrated her victory. Her clothing hadn’t been returned; therefore he wasn’t sending her away, yet. Still, the darker color gave her hope that she would not be forced to endure anymore embarrassing situations. Their host did not join them for breaking the fast. Once the male escorts had served and departed, the ladies were allowed privacy for a conversation. “I must have pleased him last night, he joined me on the bed.” Tilly announced with pride. Nicole’s eyes lifted to Tilly’s pleased expression. “Really? Me too. He licked me between my legs.” Jordon confided. “He can certainly do wicked things with that tongue. So hot and wet and… “Me too. Wasn’t it heaven?” Flona spoke in a dreamy voice. “When his lips clamped down on my clit and suckled, I climaxed against his mouth.” “Uhm. Wonderful. I imagine that is all we can expect. The poor man cannot bed each of us every night.” Tilly reasoned. “Personally, I got the whole hard shaft.” Areo smugly bragged. “Thick and hard as a log. He dipped into me with a skill that spoke of lots of experience. The man has certainly taken time to learn what a woman wants in bed.” A collective gasp rose from the table. “Keep your voice down, someone will hear.” Jordon warned. “I believe we can discuss this like adults. Your mother isn’t here to scold you.” Areo said, in a dismissive tone. Tilly giggled.

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“We all know what we are here for, and we all agreed to have sex by remaining last evening.” Flona pointed out quietly. “I don’t believe we should be discussing this.” Nicole said. “Nonsense, we are all adults.” Areo insisted. None wanted to think another may have sparked more interest that she. “Well, he made love to me.” Tilly smugly remarked. “That is better than merely being fucked.” “I never said that I was merely fucked.” Areo shot back. Cocking her head she added smugly. “He made love to me.” “Well, I think you are both lying.” Jordon injected. “He couldn’t have been with you when he was with me. You must have been with someone else.” “Neither of you know it was him, you were wearing masks like the rest of us.” Flona joined the argument in a heated tone. “It could have been anyone.” “I could tell by his skill.” Areo added. “You would know more about that than the rest of us.” Tilly snapped. “Unless you waited most of the night for his arrival, Lord Nevis was with me.” Jordon declared. “I have no idea who the rest of you were bedding.” Flona squealed. “How dare you. What makes you think he would choose you over me?” “I happen to know there was an attraction between us, I felt it each time we spoke last evening.” Jordon pointed out. Nicole had to admit she felt a moment of jealously or she would never have opened her mouth. “He told me downstairs he would see me later. Then he came to my chamber while I was bathing.” How would it feel to have someone else make her feel as she had felt last night? If she hadn’t been moving slowly, would he have joined her and licked her clit? She had to admit, she wished she had been more cooperative. Still, I did what he asked. Silence prevailed as the women stared at her with stunned expressions. Perhaps she shouldn’t have allowed jealously to control her tongue. “You’re saying you didn’t have on a mask when he came to you?” Jordon demanded. She shook her head. “Liar.” Areo accused. “I don’t believe it.” Tilly whispered. “Who was in my chamber?” “It doesn’t matter who it was, as long as we please him. That is what matters.” Jordon insisted. 21

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“Right,” Nicole, and Tilly agreed, although, Tilly appeared to be pouting. “Don’t believe her. She is lying. He wouldn’t choose her over us.” Flona defended, with an accusing glare at Nicole. Nicole held up her hand. “Forget I said anything, he was in all the chambers last night. The man is a wizard, remember?” Everyone stopped talking, the tense atmosphere seemed to express their angry feelings. She was pleased that the other ladies were dressed in colors today, and none matched, which prevented her from standing out. She owed him thanks for that consideration. Tilly wore pale pink, Jordon pale blue, and Flona light green, and Areo a rose shade. “Good morning ladies.” Nevis’s deep timbre rumbled from the doorway. Casting him a glance, she quickly lowered her gaze. Even if he had not been as intimate with her, as with the other ladies, she was still conscious of what he had seen her doing. Still, she hoped he had gone away before the climatic end. Remembering what he had shared with the others, she lifted her chin. She wasn’t ashamed of what she had done last night. It had been her intention to discourage him from asking her to pleasure herself, and it had worked, she hoped. Smiling at the ladies, he joined them at the table. “I suggest you laze about during your stay. Take naps if you wish, day or night, when you are not under instructions from me. No one is to feel obligated to discuss what took place last night. Or at any time during your stay.” Keeping her head down, Nicole concentrated on her meal. “After the meal I should like to take a coach ride. Miss Tilly, would you join me.” “Certainly my lord,” sweetly Tilly agreed. “Do you have any plans for the future my lord,” Jordon queried. “Did you have a particular moment in time that makes you curious?” “Not really, just general plans.” “I plan to improve conditions,” vaguely he remarked. After the meal, he rose from the table. “I will have the coach brought around, Miss Tilly.” Tilly cast a smug expression to her companions when she rose from the table. They waited in silence until she departed. “Well, I need a nap.” Areo rose and sauntered from the dining hall.

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“Do you think I have a chance?” Rising from the table, Flona glanced from Nicole to Jordon. “As much as any of us,” shrugging, Jordon assured her in friendly tone. Mrs. Pleat escorted two of the men in to clear the table. “Do you suppose I could have a tour of the castle,” Nicole asked. “I will escort you around miss. Give me a moment to get these men in motion.” When she returned, the fatigued looking woman escorted her from room to room, revealing history, and explaining details. “It must be interesting working for a family like this. How long have you been working here, if you don’t mind my asking?” “I was born here. My mother was the old Count’s housekeeper. I assumed her post when she became unable to do the tasks. Change is slow around these parts but it does come. The new Count is a good man. He has a great sense of humor.” Her eyebrows lifted. “That is unusual isn’t it?” She nodded and stopped before a painting. “This was the Count’s father when he was a lad.” “Do you get lonely up here?” “No miss, I have my family, Mr. Pleat, my daughter, is a chamber maid and my son is the hostler.” “I mean no insult, but you appear fatigued. You must work very hard.” “Mr. Zeus came for a visit.” She forced a wane smile. “He is an energetic lover.” “You mean you and he…” “Yes.” She turned her face away. “It doesn’t matter, he has lost interest now.” Now that we have arrived? Why? The tour was informative without being intrusive into their host’s personal life. Mrs. Pleat’s confession was offered and she did not feel she had been intrusive. The housekeeper left her in Lord Nevis’ library to plunder leather spines. This was where she was when Lord Nevis found her. “Miss Nicole, would you join me for a drink in my study. I understand you know its location.” She followed him from the library, and down the hall to his study. He closed the door after she entered, and indicated that she sit in the chair facing the desk. “I hope you are not offended that Mrs. Pleat showed me around? Your home is most beautiful,” she rushed to add. “I trust she satisfied your curiosity.” 23

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“Yes.” Clasping her hands in her lap, she watched him with troubled eyes. “Are you upset? Please do not blame Mrs. Pleat for showing me around. She was merely being kind. I didn’t ask personal questions, and she did not offer intrusive information. I know little more about you than I did before.” “Indeed.” He settled behind a large desk and leaned on his arms over the desk. “What more did you learn from my housekeeper?” She swallowed. “Only that you have a sense of humor, and that she considers you to be a good man. Please do not dismiss her over such trivial information.” Frowning, he leaned back in his chair. “I will consider it. Tell me about yourself?” “What do you wish to know,” she hedged; this was the time of reckoning. Could she postpone it? “Are you are virgin?” He cut straight to the issue of greatest importance to a man seeking an heir. Clearing her throat, she nodded. Time to jump in with both feet and see what happens. “I am the bastard of the village blacksmith.” “Indeed, and is that important to you?” “It isn’t any longer. I thought it might be of importance to you.” “I see.” Touching his fingers together, he pressed them against his chin. “Would you like to discuss last night?” Lowering her head, she felt heat rising into her cheeks. Rubbing her fingertips together in her lap she shook her head. “No. I know I must be a disappointment.” “Do you want to go home?” Snapping her head up, she leaned forward to plead. “Don’t send me home. Allow me to stay the week.” Contemplating her, his gaze traveled down her body. “Very well.” He paused. “We shall discuss it at a later time.” He rose from his chair, and circled the desk to her side. Lifting her head, she followed his torso with her gaze, refusing to look up at his face. “Come.” Taking her hand, he helped her rise. Fortunately he didn’t step back and she rose up against his body. Circling her waist, with the strong band of his arm, he tipped her chin up and claimed her mouth. Soft warm lips covered hers, and her mind drifted away on a cloud of pleasure. Unprepared, she stood passive for a moment. Thrusting his tongue between her lips, he stroked the soft inner flesh of her mouth, encouraging her to kiss him. Her bones

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contemplation. She was jealous and she had no right to be. Her main concern must be making it through the week without being sent home early. She couldn’t bear being the brunt of cruel jokes. Or losing what little respect she had managed to gain from the villagers. Resigned, she rose and removed her gown. Crawling onto the bed she donned the mask and began the slow process of touching herself again. Depressing thoughts made it impossible for her to enjoy her body. Finally she was forced to pretend it was Nevis’s hands touching her, before she could come. Later they met in the drawing room before dinner. Whispering, the ladies were bragging of their adventures before their host arrived. “He took Muel Zeus with us. Mr. Zeus is a real Greek. I don’t know if he is a Mount Olympus Greek, but he is a real gentleman when he isn’t around those village miscreants. I have decided that I am going to marry a real gentleman, and I am going to do whatever it takes to get him.” “Meaning you think you can steal Nevis from me. “ Areo challenged. “I do not lose a man, I toss him away. You are all wasting your time, but I enjoy the competition. Do your best, sleep with him, flirt, whatever you think will work. It only makes my victory taste sweeter. “He made no advances?” Nicole queried, feeling suspicious of Tilly’s flushed cheeks. Of course it didn’t help that she was jealous of the time Tilly had him to herself during the ride. “You’re holding something back.” Tilly blushed. “I was naked in the coach with them.” Jordon burst out laughing. “He is going to see how far we will go. Well, I am not going to quit ladies. You can bow out anytime you wish. I need a husband. It’s that simple. Phobe wants to marry soon, and I have reached to point of being willing to wed anyone to save myself from shame.” “Were you embarrassed,” Nicole queried. She had wanted to explore some fantasies, but did she want to be that bold? Scrunching up her face, Tilly admitted. “Yes.” “So are you going to make love to Zeus, if Nevis asks?” Areo mocked. “Do you think Nevis will expect his wife to entertain his guests?” Jordon looked at each woman, seeking her answer. “He might, would you be willing if he asked, Jordon?” Flona plucked at the material of her gown, pretending disinterest in Jordon’s answer, Jordon rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have a choice, were I his wife.”

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pierced her body like lightening, her pelvis rose in response against his hard shaft. A moan echoed her desire in her throat. “Watching you touch yourself was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. You were really into pleasuring yourself instead of merely reaching for satisfaction. I respect that in a woman.” Gently, he explored her body, discovering her secrets and making her ache for more. The heat of his large hand caressed her stomach, and then followed the line of her hip as she had. He stroked her thighs and slid his fingers up to her mons. Raking the finger through her hair, he stroked down the crease of her labia. Her legs parted of their own accord, wanting him to touch. Her body welcomed his caress, as it did sun and water. His fingers tickled over the lips of her labia, tempting and teasing. Finally his fingertip slipped inside and stroked her clit. The ache inside her pelvis had a life of its own. She was throbbing with each beat of her pounding heart. Mentally, she begged him to never stop. The deep thrust of his tongue in her mouth imitated the way she wanted him to thrust into her sheath. If only he would, but she dare not ask. He was being the dominant and would resent any demands she might make. Instead, her body silently begged as it moved to meet the teasing stroke of his fingers. Slowly he released her lips, removing her mask, he gazed into her eyes, their noses touching. “Suck my cock, I’m dying for your mouth,” husky he pleaded. Moaning in regret, as he removed his hand, she gazed in his lust filled eyes and knew that she would do anything for him. Perhaps he really was a wizard? Helping her to sit up, he presented his hard shaft for her administrations. Opening her mouth, she slipped her tongue across the smooth tip of the head. Her mouth opened wide enough for her teeth to skim over his engorged flesh, that jumped in a spasm as it entered her mouth. Groaning deep in his throat, he arched his back and thrust his pelvis forward. Suddenly, she knew what he wanted, what he needed, and it was her. She felt empowered. No longer was she the submissive, even if her position before him indicated otherwise. She was in control of his pleasure. It was a heady feel, allowing her a glimpse of how he felt while dominating. Raking him with her teeth, she felt the ripples of the hard muscles beneath the skin. Sliding his cock in, until her tongue was able to wrap around the thick shaft, she felt a lusting hunger and satisfaction. The sensual scent that seduced her will was potent a his pelvis. . He had dabbed his scent on his pelvis. “How did you know I couldn’t resist your scent?” “I saw your nostrils flare when you smelled me.” He admitted in a husky timbre.

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Applying suckling to the soft muscles, she pulled on his staff with her lips. Released, then applied the pressure, again while tugging. His deep growls of pleasure, urged her to continue her exploration. Circling him with her arms, she pulled him closer. “Your mouth feels like a tight cunt.” Pulling free of her mouth, she licked her lips and reached for him again. But he moved away. “I don’t want to cum yet.” Pressing her back onto the bed, he spread her legs and licked up her inner thigh. Gasping a breath, she held herself tense, waiting for the touch of his tongue against her cunny. Her thighs were quivering with tension, with want, as he licked them. Instead of licking her needy pussy, he sat back and slipped a finger into her slick sheath. Moaning, she rolled her head against the coverlet. His finger withdrew, and he stood. “Come with me.” He adjusted the mask over her eyes. Taking her hand, he waited while she rose from the bed. Kirkland guided her across the room. After being intimate with him, she felt she had the right to think of him by his given name, Kirkland. “We are going to a different chamber. You will hear sounds, but you are not to speak or make any sounds. I don’t want them to know we are there.” A sharp turn convinced her that he was guiding her down the hall. “My robe?” Stopping, she resisted his tug. “You don’t need it.” Wrapping a warm arm around her waist, he propelled her forward. Then he was turning her again. “When we arrive I want you to pleasure yourself. No one will see you, but me.” Licking her lips, she nodded in understanding, and allowed herself to be guided forward. There were sounds, unknown to her in the room. He guided her onto a chair and positioned her legs wide. Then he placed her hand between her thighs and pressed her fingers against her labia. Consuming need for sexual stimulation was controlling her emotions. Knowing what he wanted; she began touching herself. Her head tilted as she attempted to determine what was happening in the room. Moving behind her, he slid his hand over her chest and fondled her breast. The mask was lifted from her eyes and the hand returned to cover her mouth. At least that was what she thought he intended, until his finger slid inside her mouth. Lifting her eyelids, her breath stopped. Lying on the bed before her was Tilly and one of the wanton men, making love. Lying above her, he was thrusting into her body, while she moaned in pleasure. Black satin masks covered both of their eyes. She had an intimate view of their fucking, and they probably were not even aware that she was present. This was being a peeping tom instead of voyeur. 29

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The Count squeezed Nicole’s nipple, recalling her attention to what she was supposed to be doing. This was what he wanted; to watch Tilly being fucked by Errow while she played with herself. It was decadent. It was stimulating and revealed to her, that she was excited by the dominance of the situation. Moving around her, he continued to stroke her breast. Squatting before her knees, so he could see both her and the bed, he reached up, moving her hand around that was covering her pussy. He wanted her to do it while he watched her, watching them. She shook her head. He had her so stimulated, and wet, she didn’t think she could touch herself and remain silent, when she wanted to moan and seek satisfaction. Moving her hand aside, he began stroking her with his finger. His thumb found her tight nub while his fingers stroked the juices leaking from her pussy. Placing her hand in her mouth, she bit down to silence her moans. His touch excited her, but she didn’t think she was going to be able to continue the silence. Covering her pussy, she shook her head. She couldn’t allow him to touch her here. Not after arousing her before they had arrived. Flattening his mouth, he moved his hand away. Rising, he indicated that she should rise. She followed him from the room. Stopping in the hall, he covered her eyes with the mask. Feeling his fingers on the lips of her labia startled her. Then his hot slick tongue lapped her. His shoulder pushed her thighs apart, making room for his face between them. She didn’t know exactly where she was, but she knew she was standing in the hall naked and her pussy was being licked and suckled by his delicious hot mouth. Grateful he had sent his servants away, she wondered if he would have been so bold, or if she would have been so bold; if the servants had been present in the house. Gasping, she reached out and grabbed the wall for support. Her legs trembled from tension, as she strained to keep herself upright. He sucked her clit and she could not prevent the moan that rolled from her throat. Dropping her head against her arm, she whimpered in need. Stroking her clit with his tongue, it felt raw and exposed, and overly sensitized to his lapping. Shaking, she felt her body beginning the coiling of an approaching climax. Then his tongue was gone. “Please,” panting, she begged. “Not yet.” Rising beside her, his finger stroked between the lips of her pussy, and pressed hard as it encountered her swollen clit. Her body tight with need, she hunched against his hand.

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“Afraid you couldn’t keep silent? Don’t worry you can do it, because I say you must.” He spoke softly, in a seductive timbre. “I am too aroused. I am on the edge. I cannot.” “You will do it because I say you must.” He took her hand and led her down the hall. Now that she knew he had allowed Errow to fuck Tilly, could she trust him not to do the same to her? The thought chased her spiraling climax away. Turning her, he pulled the mask from her head, as they walked into Jordon’s bedchamber. Lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, she was withering beneath the lapping tongue of Zeus. Grasping her arm, the Count guided her to a chair. She sat, and he spread her legs, squatting before her. Her gaze flicking from the bed to him, she wondered if he expected her to touch herself here. Arching an eyebrow, he waited. Flattening her mouth, she reached between her legs and spread her labia. He shook his head. Watching her, he waited a long moment. Then grasping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the chair and claimed her with his mouth. A silent gasp broke from her lips. Ocean storms could not have shattered anyone more than his mouth could. Shaking and quivering, she watched him working between her thighs. His head moved, and the hot laps of his tongue stroked her hard straining clit. Involuntarily, her gaze was drawn to the couple on the bed. Not wanting to watch, or be watched, she was still intrigued. She could not see what he was doing between her thighs; but she could feel. On the bed, she could see what Muel Zeus was doing between Jordon’s thighs. When she saw his tongue flick out, it was like seeing Kirkland’s tongue flick out and drag across her exposed clit. The desire throbbing through her veins was overwhelming. Grasping his hair, her teeth clenched tight to prevent any sound escaping. She climaxed against his tongue. She wanted to scream with her release; instead she lost her breath and didn’t make a sound. Falling limp, she relaxed, but he didn’t stop, and almost immediately her desire rose again. Her nub was vulnerable to his sumptuous tongue. She wanted to cover her clit and stop him, yet she wanted the desire throbbing in her pussy to continue. Jordon screeched with her climax, and Kirkland stopped suckling Nicole’s clit. Jordon’s climax had been the signal for them to leave before they were discovered. Rising, he helped her rise, and quickly led her from the room. In the hall, he slipped the mask back over her head. “When I cannot see, are you going to have one of them do those things to me?” She whispered. 31

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“No.” Holding her hand, he tugged her down the hall. “Tonight is for your enlightenment. I want you to know what is happening. I want you to know I am not fucking these ladies.” “But you are watching and enjoying aren’t you?” “Well yes, I do enjoy watching. Hush now. Again I want you to touch yourself. Until you learn to do it for my pleasure, we shall continue your training.” “Your pleasure?” His finger covered her lips. “Silence.”

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He guided her into a room and positioned her in a chair. Again she could hear sounds of pleasure, but this time he didn’t remove her mask. He placed one of her hands on her breast and squeezed her nipple between two of her fingers. Then he spread her legs wide and placed her hand against her pussy and rubbed her fingers around. Silently sighing, she began rubbing herself. The sounds of the other couple making love were stimulating. Knowing he was watching her touch herself was more exciting. Not long ago, his mouth had been where her hands were. Not long ago, he had made her cum. Not one of the degenerates, but him. Biting her bottom lip, she stroked and rubbed against her clit. Her body shook with the desire to climax again, yet she couldn’t, for her body wasn’t ready. Her vagina was what ached with need. She needed him inside her. Her body was ready to know a man’s loving. She strained for it, reaching for a climax, but she ached, wanting more. Rubbing hard against her clit, she arched her body up, seeking release. The moans on the bed rose, and she wondered what they were doing. Was he licking her? Was it the Count pleasuring whomever was on the bed? Removing her mask, Kirkland allowed her to see. Her pleasure flew away, when she opened her eyes and saw yet another of the degenerates, Wiss fucking Flona. His swollen shaft, moving in and out of her cunt, was covered in her juices. Both had on masks. Did Wiss know whom he was fucking? Did he care? It was doubtful. She looked up at Kirkland with accusing eyes. He smiled and wiggled his finger for her to follow him. Again, he led her from the room. “Okay, I get it, all of the ladies are making it with the debauched men and they think it is you. What is the point of it all?” “Those ladies wouldn’t give those guys the time of day, but they are willing sex mates, because they want to become a Countess.” “That is why we were told we were here,” She argued. “And it is, but I never said, I would be the one fucking any of you.” “So what is the point?” 33

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“I like to watch. I plan to keep all of you.” “No.” Stunned she stopped. “You are going to continue tricking them?” “No. I will unmask them and allow them to know who is pleasuring them. It will be their choice to stay or go.” “They will go. As will I if you trick me.” His eyebrows arched. “Will they? We shall see. But not tonight.” Grabbing her hand, he continued walking down the hall. Entering her bedchamber, he kissed her, and then left her standing in the open doorway. Alone in the chamber, she crawled onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Wondering what he had done with Tilly in the coach for the first time, she didn’t really believe Tilly’s version. Also, she wished she hadn’t thought of that now. The following morning after breakfast, Kirkland took Areo on a carriage ride. It ate at her insides, what was he doing with the women on the carriage rides? Was he torturing her on purpose? Why was she jealous, she barely knew Kirkland? That evening, he took her into the library, and kissed her tenderly. His hand massaged her breast and caressed her buttocks. Holding her pelvis, pressed against his hard shaft he ended the kiss. Pressing down on her shoulders, he caused her to sit down on the settee. Placing a finger over his lips, he indicated for her to keep silent. A few minutes later Errow and Hester entered the library. After a brief kiss, Hester fell to his knees before Errow. Urgent hands released Errow’s cock from his breeches. Hester gobbled it into his mouth. Smiling, Kirkland sat back and released his cock from his pants. Taking her hand, he placed it on his cock and stroked it up and down. They remained on the settee, Kirkland stroking her hand up and down his cock, while Hester suckled Errow’s. Grasping the back of Hester’s head, Errow fucked his suckling lips, until he shot his load into his supplicant’s mouth. Smiling, the two men quit the library, never noticing they had been observed. “Now that is what I call enthusiasm. I want that kind of enthusiasm when you suck my cock.” “You didn’t like the way I did it?” “Indeed, I did. It is amazing how much sex is going on under this roof and I am not involved.” “Jealous?” “Not really, I have you. Now you know why I call him Ester.”

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“You did that on purpose,” she accused. He chuckled. “You cannot blame them, the ladies of the village were not satisfying their needs.” “I don’t blame them for anything. It is their choice.” “No it wasn’t, they are not sodomites, they are merely horny. Every man should have the opportunity to fulfill his sexual desires.” “Oh. That is why you brought them here?” “I couldn’t overlook their need. As their Laird, I am responsible for them. I was supplying Zeus with sex partners, I saw no reason not to include these men.” “How generous of you,” dryly she mocked. “Why are you supplying Zeus with sex partners?” He shrugged. “It’s a game to Zeus. You think I am being unfair to the women.” “Indeed you are.” “Then I will prove you are wrong. Come we shall rejoin my guests.” She was comfortable with the village men now. It no longer disturbed her that they looked at her in the sheer gowns. The gown she wore today was gold. She felt as though she was elegantly encased in jewels. The conversation over dinner was of their families and neighbors. Laird Nevis asked questions about the amusing things that had happened in the village. He surprised them with his knowledge, and he almost had Nicole convince that he was a wizard. Finally he admitted that his dad had mentioned the happening in the village often in his letters to Kirkland. “Although I was away, father felt it was my duty to know as much as possible about the village before being the Laird. I must admit, I am glad he kept me informed. It helped me feel a connection with the villagers. “ “That is how you knew our names?” Tilly asked, in a disappointed tone. “Indeed.” He paused, while taking a sip from his wine goblet. “Father described you to me. I decided to marry a local lady that would respect the villagers, so I asked father to help me, by telling me whom he felt would be the most appropriate as my Countess.” They dallied over the meal, and Nicole noticed that the village reprobates were not acting vulgar or gawking at them, as they served the courses. Even Muel Zeus was smiling politely when she looked at him. It appeared Kirkland had been correct about the men. Still, she didn’t think he was correct about the women.

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After dinner, they were again sent to their chambers. There were no instructions waiting on the table for her. Sitting in a chair, she was trying to relax when someone knocked on the door. Opening the door, Kirkland grasped her hand and pulled her into the hall. He led her down the hall. “What are you doing?” “Proving my point.” Covering his mouth with a finger, he moved into a chamber. Areo’s fragile frame was withering beneath Hester’s lapping tongue. Her moans of pleasure filled the chamber. Leaving Nicole at the side of the bed, Kirkland walked to the bed. Leaning over Areo, he stroked her breast then bent down and claimed her mouth. His hand removed the mask while he kissed her. She looked up into his eyes. Releasing her mouth, he stood above her. Still he massaged her breast. Jealously sliced through Nicole’s body. “How?” The tongue was still working her body, and Areo had realized it. Lifting her head, she gazed down her body. “It is my pleasure to watch you.” Kirkland said. Lowering her head, Areo gazed up at him with a frown, tugging her sunlight eyebrows. “It’s…” “Hester Cream. He is giving you much pleasure.” “Yes,” breathless she responds. “But I wanted you to love me.” “You don’t mind if I watch do you?” “I suppose not.” “Good.” He slipped the mask back over her eyes. Moving to Nicole’s side, he removed her gown, then sat in a chair and pulled her onto his lap. His fingers slid between her thighs and started working her pussy, while his eyes watched Hester licking Areo. “You like that don’t you Areo?” Kirkland queried. Nicole assumed he wanted Areo to know he was still watching. “Yes.” Breathless Areo responds. “You like that I am watching.” “Yes.” Glancing up at Nicole, he winked. They watched for a time, and then he stood, lifting her in his arms. Carefully, silently he placed her on her feet. Then he led her from the room, her gown dangling from his fist. “Do you think she will stay,” he queried, as they started down the hall. “You are a warlock. Yes, she might stay.” “And you, will you stay?”

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She looked at his masculine form, so virile and appealing and knew that she wanted to bed him. Was that how the others felt? Was she willing to bed anyone, to be able to bed Kirkland? “I don’t know.” Smiling, he tugged her into her bedchamber. Leading her to the bed, he stopped and slid the mask over her eyes. “Let’s see if I can convince you.” Lifting her, he placed her on the bed. The heat of his body joined her. Remembering that she had walked the halls naked, she wondered at her own boldness. “Are you a warlock?” “Some say I am.” His hot mouth covered her nipple and the strong muscle of his tongue began suckling. “Did you put a spell on us?” “No. I chose you for one reason.” Sliding down her body, he spread her knees with his legs. She waited for him to explain, while he continued licking down her stomach. Rolling her head, she dislodged the mask and was able to see from the bottom edge. “What reason? How did you choose us, from those your father described?” “I sought the sensual ladies of the village. You five were the most sexual of the single women.” “How did you know?” His tongue slid between her labia, and she forgot the question. His tongue pulling on her clit, she cared not how he had decided to choose her. If Areo had felt this way when he had revealed his subterfuge, she was not surprised the lady hadn’t balked at the deception. He had maneuvered them to get what he wanted. But did he really want five women? “Why did you choose those four men?” His mouth leaving her clit, he placed his chin on her mons and gazed up her body. “If they will allow those men, I will receive more pleasure. Because they will be bending to my will and allowing a man they rejected to fuck them.” “Do you need that kind of dominance?” He flashed a toothy smile. “It pleases me.” “How will you choose your bride?” “I already have, I am between her legs.” Rising above her, he removed the mask from her eyes. Positioning his shaft at her entrance, he wiggled it around in her slick juices. Gazing into her eyes, he thrust into her body. She cried out as he pierced her 37

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maidenhead. Stopping deep in her body, he gazed down into her eyes with dark passionate eyes. “The others were not virgins.” “How did you know?” Her body felt stretched to its limit. “I asked.” Pulling back slowly, he then pushed forward “You did ask me,” she recalled. It felt strange, him moving in her. It was as though they were one, yet the friction proved they were not. As he continued to pump slowly in and out, her passion began growing again. “Oh.” “Yes, lovely lady, take all of me.” “It feels strange.” “Good?” “Yes.” Holding his lower back, she felt his rising and pumping down into her body. A feeling of being possessed filled her with wonder. Her passion grew with each thrust of his shaft. The spiral of tension built in her body, until she was meeting his thrusts. Her body reached for him, demanding that he take her over the edge of the precipice. “My laird.” “Kirkland, call me by my name.” “Kirkland,” she screeched, as the blast of pleasure shattered her body through the invisible wall that contained her desire. Keening, he arched his back and thrust his cock hard into her body. Collapsing onto her body, panting heavily he kissed her throat. “How…” She puffed. “You knew I was a virgin before you asked,” she accused in a soft timbre. “I could tell by your red face. That first day, it looked as if your face would burst into flames.” He placed light kisses against her throat, while the aftershocks lapped through her body. “You want me to be your bride merely because I was a virgin?” “Hell no. I want you because I want you. I don’t know if I can explain. I merely know that you are perfect for me. You are my match.” Holding her against his body, they fell asleep.

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“I cannot tell you how wonderful he made me feel,” Tilly bragged over breakfast. Areo lowered her head over her breakfast plate and concentrated on her food. She was the only one that knew the deception Kirkland had played on them, aside from herself. Would she tell? Or did she think she was the only one? The thought gave her pause, would Areo feel belittled by what the Count had revealed to her? It would be her right to do so. Would she stay? Was she humiliated? “He is wonderful,” Jordon spoke in a dreamy tone, and sighed. Flona giggled. “I must admit I am enjoying my stay. Which of us do you think he will choose?” “Me.” Areo stated, dropping her fork onto her plate. So she had decided, that giving him the pleasure of watching her with another, would be her passage into the Count’s heart. Nicole wasn’t taking it for granted that Kirkland was going to choose her as his Countess. She had heard men would say anything while bedding a woman. If he did ask, and he wanted her to bed the debauchers would she? Could she trust him not to sneak one into her bed? If it gave him so much pleasure, would she be able to say no? Kirkland joined them, a congenial host. He smiled and made polite talk. “I think you shall like my staff. They are all men, aside from Mrs. Pleat. All of them are horny and pleasant to look upon. I am inviting all that are not chosen as my bride, to remain and live with my staff. They will offer you constant sexual pleasure.” “And you my laird, will you be among those offering pleasure to those who stay?” Areo queried. “I will receive pleasure from those that remain, yes.” Flona giggled. “What if your wife objects,” Tilly queried. His dark eyebrow arched. “I believe she will find an amount of pleasure from those that stay also.” “You mean women with women?” Jordon’s eyes were round. “Would you object?” Kirkland queried. 39

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“Not if you were involved,” she admitted, a flush warming her cheeks.” He tipped his head in acknowledgment. “I suggest you rest after your meal,” His gaze shifted to Flona, “Flona and I shall go on a coach ride. Nicole will join us.” Biting her bottom lip, Flona flashed a glance at Nicole. She didn’t know what he had planned, but Nicole decided she was not going to be in a threesome with Kirkland and Flona in the coach. Going to the entrance hall with Flona and Kirkland, they received their wraps from Zeus. He also had his cloak on. When they quit the castle, Zeus accompanied them. At the coach, Kirkland instructed the ladies to each sit on an opposite seat. Settling on the seat facing Flona, Nicole felt her tension was making the air thick and difficult to inhale. Flona flashed her a nervous glance when Muel sat on the seat by her side. Kirkland settled on the seat beside Nicole and smiled at Flona. The coach started rolling. “Flona, I want to watch you suck Mr. Zeus.” Kirkland settled back against the seat, stretching his arm over the back of the seat behind Nicole. “Nicole will suck me.” Her heartbeat accelerating, Nicole began breathing heavily. She glanced at Flona and saw the stunned expression, and felt pity for the young lady. All she had to do was refuse. She did not believe Kirkland would force her to do anything she objected to. “Nicole,” Kirkland summoned. He leaned close to whisper, “They won’t remember once it is over. I promise.” “You can do that?” She marveled. He nodded. Moving slowly, she grasped his knee and slipped to her knees on the floor. Kirkland lifted his hips from the seat when she reached for his breeches. Tugging them down, his shaft sprang up hard and randy. Engorged, his erection was soft skin over steel. Hot to the touch, his cock was red with bulging veins. “Put it in your mouth and suckle me.” Kirkland directed. Was this what coach rides were about? Had Tilly done this on his ride with her? She looked up at him and he shook his head, reading her thoughts. “No, they didn’t.” She had forgotten about Areo, until he reminded her. Taking him into her mouth, she began suckling him. Behind her she could hear Flona sucking on Muel’s shaft. Nibbling and shifting her tongue over him, she moved him around in her mouth to change pressure and pleasure him.

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“Flona switch places with Muel.” Leaning back on the squabs, he watched them between lowered eyelids. Nicole wasn’t certain her mouth on his shaft excited him; watching Flona suckling Zeus could as easily excite him. “What?” Flona queried in a confused tone. “I want to watch him suckling you.” “Oh. But…” “Now, if you please.” Nicole heard them shifting around on the seat. It excited her when she knew it shouldn’t, but it did. She wanted to look; she wanted to watch, just as he was watching. He had brought out the wanton in her. Kirkland lifted her chin, and patted the seat at his side. Climbing onto the seat, she continued to suckle him, but from this position she was able to see Muel licking Flona. Kirkland shifted on the seat to give her a better view. She glanced up at him and he smiled. How did he know? Each time she saw Zeus’ tongue lap over Flona’s clit, hers throbbed. She wanted Kirkland doing that to her clit. Kirkland spewed his seed into her mouth. Lifting her away from his shaft, he pressed her back against the sidewall. “I promised.” Lifting her skirt, he spread her legs and licked her clit. A moan of pleasure was ripped from her chest. Her moans mingled with Flona’s and she knew this was the future in store for them if they stayed. Her clit throbbed and she climaxed against his tongue. Thinking they were finished when Flona climaxed, she straightened her clothes and prepared to return to the castle. “Flona, I don’t believe Muel climaxed.” Licking her lips, Flona shifted onto her knees and suckled the odd looking man with all the passion of a devoted lover. “Flona, I want to watch Muel fuck you.” Without complaint, Flona climbed onto the seat and spread her legs for the debauched man to put his swollen dick into her sheath. Her moans of pleasure revealed her lack of concern over who was fucking her, or who was watching. When Muel finished and fell back onto his seat, Kirkland waited until they had straightened their clothing. Then he signaled his driver to stop. “Muel if you will switch places with Hester.” They waited until the change was completed. The coach started off, and Nicole and Flona looked at Kirkland wondering what he wanted now. “Hester will you pleasure yourself so we may watch?” 41

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“Huh? Oh, sure.” Shucking down his pants, Hester grabbed his shaft and began pumping it within his fist. “As you have probably surmised, I enjoy watching people having sexual pleasure. It is an advantage of privilege that I can indulge my desires. Flona, doesn’t Hester’s hard penis appeal to you?” “Yes my laird.” “Well you cannot have it. Hester, you cannot make yourself climax. Take it slow.” “Yes my laird.” Panting, Hester replied. They rode in silence, watching the man slowly pump his fist up and down his shaft. It was almost hypnotic to watch his cock’s smooth skin being pulled at with stiff fingers, and then pushed back. The head protruding from the fist was red and swollen. The coach arrived before the castle, and stopped. “Keep it up Hester. Flona, go inside and send Jordon out.” “What are you doing,” Nicole tugged on his sleeve and whispered. “Shush. We are letting the ladies know what is going on.” When the coach door opened, and Jordon stepped inside, she hesitated upon seeing Hester pumping his shaft. “Join us Jordon.” She sat on the edge of the seat at an angle so she could look at Hester and Kirkland at the same time. “Jordon I want you to let Hester lick your cunt.” “I don’t think so.” Ignoring her, Kirkland opened the trap and spoke to the driver. “Muel, fetch Errow and Rimes. Then come back to drive.” He closed the trap and glanced at Jordon. “Take all your clothes off.” Hester continued to pump his shaft, smiling at Jordon. He squeezed the red head and pumped down the shaft again. Slowly, Jordon removed her cloak and gown. Sitting naked, she watched Hester with a troubled expression. Errow opened the coach door. His eyes on Jordon and Hester, he spoke to Kirkland. “You sent for us my laird.” “Yes, climb in.” Errow moved into the aisle, and Rimes appeared in the doorway. “Come in Rimes.” Rimes obeyed, and closed the coach door. The coach started moving. Everyone waited to see what would come next. “Rimes, you will put you dick in Jordon’s mouth. Jordon, you will lie down and let Hester lick you. Errow, you will suck Hester.”

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Amazingly they obeyed. Hester lay across the bench seat, licking Jordon who was sucking Rimes. Errow sat on the floor, sucking Hester. After only a few minutes Hester spewed into Errow’s mouth. Rimes shot into Jordon’s mouth, and Jordon climaxed. Nicole breathed a sigh of relief that it was all over. She was so hot she didn’t think she could take much more. “Errow, fuck Jordon.” The man didn’t have to be asked twice. He quickly climbed onto the seat and shoved his thick cock into Jordon’s pussy. He wasn’t long, but he was thick and watching him shove that thick shaft into Jordon’s sheath made Nicole want a shaft shoved inside her body. “Rimes, Hester, get out and walk back.” Kirkland continued to direct his little play. Opening the trap door, he told Zeus to stop. Rimes opened the door and they jumped down from the slow moving coach. Turning to Nicole Kirkland smiled. “My turn.” Rising, he lifted Nicole's legs onto the seat, pushed up her skirt and slid between her legs. “Kirkland. I…” “They won’t remember anything about us, ever. That much I can control.” Not waiting, he pushed into her sheath. Pumping hard, he held onto her shoulders to keep her on the seat. He was hot and hard and felt as delicious as a slice of pie on the tongue. Unable to resist, her hips rose up to meet his thrust. Overly excited by all the sex, it was only a short time before everyone climaxed. Smiling, Kirkland ordered Muel to return to the castle. Once they reached the courtyard, Kirkland stepped down and reached for Nicole. He dragged her across the courtyard and up the steps. Inside the entrance, he continued to tug on her hand. “Kirkland, my legs are wobbly,” Nicole protested. Reaching the parlor, he allowed her to sit. “I will be back.” Leaving her to rest, he quit the room. A few minutes later, he returned with Rimes, Tilly and Areo. Muel, Errow, Hester, Flona, and Jordon followed soon after. The latter lined up around the room. Rimes, Tilly and Areo sat on the settee, facing the chair where Nicole sat. “What is going on,” Tilly asked. “Tilly, everyone here knows but you, so I want you to be aware what is going on also. It is the only way you can make a decision about staying or leaving at the end of the week.” “I like to watch. I have watched you fucking Muel and Errow and Hester this week. Now, I want to watch you fuck Rimes.” “But… Muel, Errow, and Hester?” 43

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“Areo, I want to watch Tilly licking you.” “I will do no such thing!” Tilly exclaimed. “Areo, perhaps you will start us off.” Areo moved to Tilly and lifted her gown. Shocked, Tilly watched as Areo shoved her head between her legs and started licking. “Oh.” “See Tilly, it isn’t hard. Areo, switch with Rimes.” The two swapped places and Tilly didn’t object as Rimes pushed his cock into her cunt. She liked having a man between her thighs. Areo moved to the end of the settee and presented her pussy to Tilly. “My turn.” Areo claimed Tilly’s attention. Tilly looked at her a moment, then looked at Kirkland, who nodded, then she looked back at Areo. Leaning over, she began licking Areo’s clit. Areo slid closer to make it easier for Tilly to reach her pussy. “Flona, Areo’s mouth is empty.” Shyly, Flona advanced and lifting her skirt stood before Areo lying on the settee. Muel moved a chair beside Flona, and then stood in the seat beside Flona and presented his cock to her mouth. Hester took Rimes’ cock in his mouth and Errow took Hester’s cock. The men were all large and swollen, pumping into the lips sucking them. The ladies were making pleasurable sounds, while licking each other’s clits. Nicole had never seen such a gathering of horny people that were so willing to have sex with anyone. She wasn’t prepared when Kirkland lifted her skirt and spread her legs wide. His finger slid into her pussy and began pumping. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the view of others having sex in the same room. His hot mouth closed over her clit and she opened her eyes. Kirkland shifted and his penis was presented at her lips. Smiling, she took him into her mouth. As long as he only watched the others she could handle it. He really is a warlock. Lifting his head, Kirkland winked at her. His fingers pushed into her sheath and his thumb pressed and massaged her clit. “Come for me lovely lady.” She did. The afternoon meal was subdued. Perhaps, everyone was feeling self conscious about what they had done. Perhaps, they were wondering why they had done it. Nicole only knew she was shocked by her wanton behavior. She wondered if Kirkland had really been able to make them forget, or if it had merely been another trick to have his

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way? As she couldn’t ask anyone if they remembered, she had to accept his word. Picking at her food, she kept her head down, her eyes on her food. How would she feel if he had lied? Someone touched her thigh. Glancing up, she noticed Kirkland was gone from the table. Flona giggled. Her skirt was lifted and her thighs thrust apart. She looked down the table and everyone was looking at her. A hot tongue lapped her clit and she jerked in surprise. Everyone laughed. Leaning back, she looked under the table. “Kirkland, get out from under there.” Embarrassed, she looked down the table and all the men were gone. Flona giggled. “Oh my. Who is that?” Rimes’ head appeared at the edge of the table before it disappeared again. “Rimes, you know how to please a lass.” “Jealous?” Kirkland queried from beneath the table. She smiled. “No.” Stretching her labia wide, he lapped her from slit to clit. Taking the bud into his mouth, he suckled. Dropping her head back against the chair, Nicole moaned. Mrs. Pleat entered the room to serve the next course. “Where is everyone?” Flona giggled. “Beneath the table.” “Oh dear! Is there something wrong with the food?” Bending down, she lifted the tablecloth and gazed beneath the table. Straightening abruptly, she dropped the cloth. Her face red, she hurried from the room. “Kirkland, we have shocked Mrs. Pleat.” “She can go to her husband for satisfaction,” he dismissed without concern. His tongue thrust into her pussy, followed by probing fingers. All the women at the table were moaning from pleasure. The awkward silence had ended in sex. Thrusting back her chair, Kirkland came from beneath the table; leaning against her, he thrust his cock into her aching pussy. Holding his hips, she was in a position where she couldn’t move. All she could do was hold on, while he pleasured them with his hard cock. The chair toppled and they fell onto the floor. Chuckling, Kirkland climbed back onto her and continued as though they hadn’t been interrupted. His hard thrusts quickly satisfied her need. Her body shuddered around his cock and burst into a stunning climax. Panting, she gazed into his eyes. “Kirkland, you have got to slow down. You cannot just take me whenever the mood strikes you.” He chuckled. “Sure I can. That is what a wife is for.” 45

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“Is she to be your wife then, after all we have done to please you?” Jordon demanded. “You have pleased me. You still do. That is why I have asked you to stay.” Rising, he helped Nicole to her feet. Smoothing down her Greek gown, she glanced nervously at the occupants of the room. “You want us to stay merely as whores for your men?” “There is no merely to it. You will be treated with respect, and your family will benefit from your pleasuring of both me and my men.” “And what of these men? We have fucked them for you, to please you. They will tell the village folk.” “No, they are welcome to stay here, where they will be treated with respect.” Tilly gasped. “If we stay we will have to continue fucking them?” “You haven’t found pleasure with them?” “Yes, but it was only temporary.” “I don’t see the problem.” “You said your men were handsome.” “I did. But handsome is in the eye of the beholder.” “Then they are ugly too.” “Tilly, spread your legs, Muel, lick her.” Muel slid beneath Tilly’s gown and started licking her. “Now tell me, does it matter what he looks like?” Tilly moaned. “No, I suppose not.” “My men will return tonight. You can give me your decisions after you have had a chance to get to know them.” “You mean after they fuck them,” Errow grouched. “Jealous Errow?” He hung his head. “Well it has been good fucking them.” “If you stay, you will continue to be fucked. Now I suggest that you go to your chambers to rest. It will be a busy night. You will be pleased to know, that none of you will be wearing masks tonight.” After everyone had quit the chamber, Nicole turned to Kirkland. “What is going to change after your men arrive?” “You will see.” Taking her hand, Kirkland led her to his bedchamber. It was a masculine room, done in browns. Still, it was a handsome room, with elegantly carved furniture. His

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seductive scent filled the space. Kirkland locked the chamber door; then placed the key on a ledge above the door, that was too high for her to reach. “What are you doing?” “I don’t want you to run away.” Smiling, he made what he said a joke. “Now, shall I tie you to the bed after you bath?” “I don’t think that is necessary.” She glanced around the room at the large fourposter bed. It did look comfortable. A steaming bath waited before the hearth. Stripping, she stepped into the water. Relaxing against the rim, she allowed Kirkland to bath her body. It was very erotic to have his slick hands moving over her body, caressing, as he prepared her for another loving. His fingers lingered on her nipples, and swollen clit, strumming pleasure from her body. Laying her head on his shoulder, she gazed up at his handsome face. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand this non-stop titillation, but for now, it was heaven. His masculine continence was enough to keep her intrigued, while he plied his hands on her body. Eyes dark with passion swept over her face and body, as though he could not get enough of her. His desire for her served to keep her in flames. She was willing clay to be molded to his wishes. Throbbing with excitement, he helped her to rise, and move to the bed. Lying on the counterpane, while he dried the water from her flesh, she all but purred as he stroked the linen over her body. When Kirkland gathered her in his arms and kissed her, she was ready for his possession. He plundered her mouth in an erotic dance, teasing and tempting. His hard tongue explored her moist cavern and skimmed her teeth, thrusting into her mouth imitating sexual motions. “Kirkland, we had sex not an hour ago.” Teasing, she had no desire to stop him from possessing her. “So long. I have been long without a woman, Nicole. Don’t begrudge me a little pleasure.” Laying her head on the pillow, he lifted a velvet strap, attached to the poster and tied it to her wrist. “This isn’t necessary.” Smiling, she stroked his smooth cheek. “I am your willing mistress.” Moving to her ankles, he glanced at her, his eyes dark with passion. “You will understand my purpose soon.” “I know your purpose, you like being dominant.” She chuckled. “And you like me being dominant.” Moving to the opposite side of the bed, he finished tying her down. “It was another of my requirements. All of the ladies enjoy being dominated.” “On occasion. I shouldn’t like it all the time.” 47

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“You mean…” Then he looked at her and scratched his chin. “There are occasions when you prefer to be dominant?” She chuckled. “Yes.” A dark eyebrow arched. “Indeed?” Taking a knife from the table, he fetched her gown from the floor, and sliced through the shoulder strap. “You are ruining that gown. What will I wear back to my chamber?” “You won’t be going tonight.” Slicing down the side of the gown with the cold blade, he opened the material. Folding the material over her body, he arranged it to provide a sheer veil over her breasts and mons. “Now I believe, we are ready.” Gazing down at the sheer material, she could easily see her nipples through the veil. “It’s not like it covers anything. What is it for?” Moving to the window, he gazed out. “For this night,” his voice deep and ruff. He glanced back at her. His eyes had an odd glow. Growling, he prowled around the bed gazing at her body. “What is going on?” “Everyone is being tied to the bed tonight, don’t feel as though I have singled you out.” “The men too?” “Yes.” “Your men are going to fuck the men?” “Perhaps. Stop being nosey, and asking questions, tonight is for us,” his tone harsh, he turned his back to her. He growled, took down the key, opened the door and stepped into the hall. He disappeared through the doorway and closed the door against the frame. She heard the lock turn in the door. “Are you just going to leave me lying here tied up?” she called, a smile playing around her lips. Perhaps he was teasing himself, making himself wait a certain length of time. Thus teasing himself while teasing her. A long time passed. “Kirkland?” “Yes.” A different man tugged the door open and stood framed in the doorway. Her heart leapt in her chest. Dressed in a red and burgundy dressing gown of satin, he had heavy facial features, long hair and a heavy beard. His hands, on the doorframe, were covered in dark hair. The breadth of his shoulders was of a size of Kirkland’s, but the shaft thrust up from his naked pelvis was not. Naked below the waist, the dinner jacket ended at his hips, leaving his pelvic area exposed to view. A large, thick shaft rose up from the thatch of black hair and the heavy sack of his balls between his hairy thighs.

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Swallowing, she noticed the large purplish mushroom head rising before his hips and the bulging veins of the red-corded shaft. The damned thing shook with each throb of his heart. Clearing her throat with difficulty, she forced her eyes away from the throbbing member to his face. His muscles were more defined, the features more harsh, yet it was Kirkland’s face. Removing his jacket, his back, when he turned to toss the robe on the chair, was covered in hair that hadn’t been there before. His beautiful eyes were black with passion, yet showed no signs of recognition. “Kirkland?” It was him, but it wasn’t. What was happening to him? Possession by evil or was this an evil twin? Turning, he walked to the window, his fist clasping his shaft; he pumped it up and down, as he gazed out at the pink and purple sky. There were no words, she didn’t know what was happening, but being helpless didn’t make her feel secure. Suddenly, he turned back to her, and advanced to the bed. A stranger stood over the bed, looking at her with an evil grin. “Oh, Saints preserve, Kirkland.” The leer lifted his masculine mouth. Growling, he moved to the bedside near her pelvis sniffing the scent of her lust. Straining against the velvet holding her spread wide on the bed, she managed to hurt her skin without results. “Kirkland, free me!” she pleaded, glancing in the direction of the dressing room. Was Kirkland in there? Would he help? Or had this been his plan all along? Was this a relative? Could this truly be Kirkland? Growling like the sexual animal he had turned into, he approached the bed. Bending over her, he sniffed her pussy. “No,” she breathed. Straining against the velvet, she tried to break free. The evil grin lifted his lips. Moving to the end of the bed, he crawled onto the mattress between her legs. Starting at her knees, he licked her quivering flesh. She longed to scream, but knew it would be a waste of time. Screams came from the surrounding rooms. She looked at Kirkland’s wild expression and shuddered. “Why did you tie me?” “So you couldn’t run.” He growled in a deep husky voice, unlike his own, as he reached the apex of her thighs. Lowering his head, he lifted her buttocks into his palms, and holding her above the covers, he licked her from end to clit. A bone-shaking shudder clinched her pussy. She didn’t have the spit to moisten her tongue. It felt as though it was swollen and heavy in her mouth. 49

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She was staked out as an offering. Kirkland had known he was going to transform. He hadn’t wanted her to be able to escape. “Kirkland, untie me.” An endearing leer spread his lips and revealed his mouth full of teeth. “After I feast on you.” Moving his head between their bodies, he availed her pussy to his wicked tongue’s administrations with incredible passion “Oh Kirkland!” Straining at the binds holding her spread and at his mercy, she attempted to break the material. Crawling up the bed as though stalking her, he rose over her body. She felt his thick shaft probing her pussy. “No, Kirkland, this is not exciting.” “Your wet.” his timbre was smug with confidence. “For you, but not like this.” The head of his penis pushing into her sheath then stopped. “Do you want me to stop?” “I am scared.” “I won’t hurt you. I just want to fuck you so bad it is driving me wild.” Holding his hairy body over her, he pulled his shaft from her sheath. “Yes or no?” “Do you want it to be like this,” breathless she queried. “Hell yeah, I have been waiting all week to turn my lust free on you.” Lowering his head, he licked her nipple. “I had to wait until I got you beyond the virgin stage.” His long tongue circled the hard pebble her nipple had become. The head of his penis probed at the opening of her pussy. Moving to the other nipple, he curled his tongue around the turgid bud and suckled. Of its own accord her back arched to meet his tongue. “I’m not an animal Nicole. I am still a man, I am just this too.” “How often, full moons?” Was he a werewolf? “Anytime. My animal lusts are in control now.” “Then you can change back.” “Yes, but I don’t want too. I want to fuck you like this. With all of the wild desire I feel for you, pumping through my veins. ” His penis pushed into the opening of her vagina and stopped. “The decision is your.” “No damn it, don’t make me decide. I don’t know this, I don’t know what is best.” He smiled. “Sorry. Then I get to decide and we already know my decision.” His large shaft pushed slowly into her body, stretching her more than she had believed

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possible. Gazing into his eyes, she noticed they hadn’t changed. It was still his intelligent eyes staring down at her. His fur covered flesh flexed over tight muscles. “You didn’t tell me how you manage to change at will.” Panting, she wanted him to talk; she wanted to know there was still a human mind inside this hulking form. “Zeus, it is a gift from Zeus for providing him with sexual outings with humans. He likes to play games. This is how I am when I allow my passion free reign.” “You mean he is the Greek God Zeus?” Buried deep in her body, he stopped. Dark passionate eyes probed her face. “Disappointed? Would you rather be with the God?” “Maybe you are different, but I think I am with a God.” “Damned straight. I really want to allow the sex-crazed animal in me, out with you. Have I proved I am both?” His feral grin proved he had known what she was up too. “Zeus is tall and attractive.” “He is in disguise.” Rising above her, he began pumping into her hard and fast, the lips surrounding his large head flicking over the edge. The sheath’s entrance stretched and clinched as it passed back and forth over the fat knob. The thick balls slapped beneath her slit. “Yes, you are both. You can untie me now.” Looking into her eyes, he smiled. “Cute,” wryly she mocked. “Untie me.” “Your wish is my command.” Chuckling, he slid from her body and quickly released her ankles. Then he moved to the head of the bed. Instead of releasing her wrists, he released the velvet from one side of the headboard and moved it to the opposite side. “What the hell?” She tugged at her wrist when he untied the second, but she was unable to prevent him from tying it to the headboard again, on the opposite side, twisting her body onto her belly. Scrambling onto her knees, she crawled to the headboard, intending to free her wrists. But the velvet rope wasn’t long enough for her to reach either side. “Are we finished with the game?” Twisting her head, she watched him crawl onto the bed between her knees. “Now what?” Grasping her hips, he lifted, holding her on her knees. “You’ve done this before.” “No.” Chuckling, he positioned his shaft at her opening and thrust inside. “Would you shut up now and let me enjoy this,” he ordered 51

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“Yes sir,” tongue in cheek, she obliged. His finger found her clit and began rubbing. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft, and he started thrusting into her cunt. Rubbing his hand down her spine, he caressed the muscles of her back and shoulders. He did all these things for distractions, and still she climaxed almost instantly. It was only a few minutes before his muscles clinched, his back flexed and he was keening and howling like a wolf. Panting, she fell forwards onto the bed and laughed. “That was incredible. Are you certain Zeus didn’t put a little bit of a wolf in you?” He shrugged. “Why don’t you ask him?” “No, I am not discussing our sex with Zeus.” “I don’t think I can bear it if you leave me. You are going to stay?” “Do I have a choice? Didn’t you put the come hither on us?” “Not on you. Zeus put it on the others, for the sex during his stay. They are free to leave when the week is over, just as you are. If they leave, they won’t remember a thing. Don’t go.” Grasping her within his arms, he held her to his chest. “ Stay with me.” As if she could leave him. “I get to be dominate sometimes,” she warned. “As often as you like,” he placated. “Lucky for me, you like to be dominated.” “How can you make them not remember?” “It goes with the gift Zeus gave me. No one remembers unless I want them too. However, I can only lust for my mate. I can make you forget. In fact I will, so it will be new to you again. You will be shocked over and over by my animal lust size.” “You are funning me,” she drew back agape. He chuckled. “Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun together.” “You said Zeus had put the come hither on the other ladies, what does that mean?” “No one has done anything they did not wish. What Zeus did was make them want to come this week. If anyone had objected to what we had planned they were free to leave at any time.” “You’re certain?” “Positive. Now, shall we make love or do you wish to sleep first.” “One more question, then we can go to sleep.” Flashing that charming, I knew the answer grin, he gazed at her with serene eyes. “How did you know we liked to be dominated?” He chuckled. “The other ladies, shall we say preformed for my father. ‘He said as

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long as an auld man told them what to do, they were willing supplicants to his lusting gaze.’ I believe that is exactly how he worded it in his letter. As for you, I had nothing to go on, other than to learn for myself. I was fairly certain your father would insist that you come. How you reacted at our first meetings gave me clues. Your responses to me would be a direct result over being told to strip, then don the Grecian gown, led through the halls near naked, and told to wear that pink cream on your private parts. You appeared to be willingly submissive. That first night you were aroused over being watched. I came close to the bed to see your juices wetting your cunny.” “I never heard a sound.” “If you heard it was erased from your memory.” Gathering her against his firm body, he stroked her with gentle caresses, while she snuggled close to his warm and drifted to sleep. When they awoke, Mrs. Peat brought her a red Grecian gown to wear. Lying on the bed beneath the counterpane, Nicole thanked her politely for the gown. “How many of these things did you bring?” She inquired, slipping the gown over her head. “None, Zeus is providing them. Without his magic the gowns would disappear.” Nicole stared at him for a moment. “Then in truth we are walking around naked in front of everyone.” “No, you are wearing gowns provided by magic.” After their morning ablutions, they quit the chamber and stroll hand in hand down the cool corridors, then down the staircase, and to the dining hall. The long table was being used today, and with the return of the servants the male guest were joining them at the table. Kirkland had decided that she was to sit in the hostess chair, at the opposite end of the table. Dressing in quality clothing of a proper gentleman, as Nevis and Zeus, the men from the village appeared slightly attractive. There was a distinct difference in their behavior. They were acting respectable! Nicole recognized the change in them. The ladies did not appear to know the men had ever acted differently. They appeared to accept the men’s behavior as their normal way of behaving. Catching Zeus’ eye, she lifted her morning cut of hot chocolate to him in salute. “To your honor sir.” His appearance had not improved in the slightest, however Kirkland had said he was incognito. He merely dipped his head in acknowledgement. Areo was beaming at Kirkland, and leaning to touch his hand as she spoke. Since Nevis had revealed his choice, she was pouring on the attention. 53

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Tilly giggled softly behind her hand, yet managed to flirt with all the gentlemen in turn. Rimes, Hester and Errow, seemed to be burgeoning from the attention, smiling and conversing politely with the women as though they had always been perfect gentlemen. Flona dropped her head and concealed her face within her hair. This was her bid for attention. After a few minutes, her bowed head became marked behavior. “Miss Flona, is something bothering you?” Kirkland inquired in a polite timbre that contained mild concern. Concern was exactly what Flona wanted. Nicole thought with disgust. Keeping her head down, Flona spoke loud enough to be heard by all. “I am fearful that I have diminished myself in your eyes, laird.” “Nonsense, you have provided me with much pleasure. If you are unhappy here, you are free to return to your home at any time.” Laird Nevis said in a troubled voice. “That’s right.” Rimes agreed. “Perfectly pleasurable.” Hester agreed almost simultaneously. “You have done nothing to be concerned over.” Errow reasoned. Zeus cleared his throat, but continued his meal. Tilly giggled. “I cannot imagine anyone being unhappy here.” Keeping her head down, Flona shook her curtain of hair. “I don’t wish to return home.” “I don’t understand what you have to be concerned over.” Jordon stated. “We are having a fantasy week, that can continue if we wish. I know we have been bold, but everyone has acted the same, so there is no reason to feel guilty.” “Oh ignore her.” Areo said, waving a dismissive hand. “She just wants attention.” Kirkland glanced at Nicole with a questioning expression. Shaking her head, she released a silent sigh. She had no concern over Flona’s display, thus setting an example she continued her meal. After a moment everyone followed her lead, and returned to enjoying their meals. Areo returned to flirting with Nevis, and Jordon smiled at him any time she caught his glance, but she flirted with the gentlemen at the table. Tilly and Nicole returned to conversations with the gentlemen Jealously teased Nicole’s mind, until she recalled what Kirkland had said about only being able to lust for his mate. It gave her the confidence to look down the long table at him with warmth in her gaze, and a small smile playing with her lips. “Laird.” Jordon lowered her silverware to the table and looked at Nevis with a serious expression. “I have had a wonderful time, and wish I could remain. But, family

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obligations do not permit it. I must return to my home and find a husband. “ Jordon admitted, a flush warming her cheeks. “I do thanks you for offering to allow me to stay and enjoy the pleasures of the castle,“ “I’ll marry you, if you will have me.” Errow said, in a pleasant timbre that had lush warmth. Jordon fashioned her gaze upon him. “I believe you should discuss that after we have completed the meal. It will give Jordon time to consider your offer.” Kirkland injected in an authoritative tone. Nicole recognized the father’s authority in his voice, this was the tone he would use, while instruction their children. The tone was not harsh, yet it was in firm control. She decided with a little assistance, to smooth the ruff edges, he would make a good dad. Touching her stomach beneath the table, she wondered if he had planted his seed. Kirkland had said he wouldn’t, but how did he know. What kind of protection could he provide? Then she recalled that he had said she would not leave with a bastard in her belly. If they wed there would be no bastard. Smiling, she felt love blossom in her heart. He had truly known from the beginning that I was his choice. When they had finished their meal, Jordon and Errow rose from the table. “May we use your library for a private moment, laird?" Errow asked. “Certainly. Take all the time you need.” Nevis agreed, in his authoritative timbre. A blush warming her cheeks, Jordon accepted Errow’s hand and followed him from the dining room. Tilly giggled. “Do you think she will agree to wed Errow?” “Who knows what another will do.” Nicole said, although she felt certain Jordon would agree to save her pride. Still, she hoped there would be some fond feeling between the two should they decide to wed. “I should like to accept your offer to stay, but I fear I must wed also. If one of your gentlemen would consider marrying me, and still allow me to enjoy the pleasure here, I would be willing to agree.” She cast a shy glance at Rimes. Rimes chin rose. “I too, would like to stay and enjoy the pleasures here. Choose me to be your husband, and I will claim any child you might bare as my own.” Tilly smiled, “I shall be honored.” Kirkland cleared his throat. “I believe you should retire to my study to discuss this properly.” Then he turned to Areo, and she reached out and took his hand lying on the table. “I should like to stay with you laird?” Areo spoke in a lush pleasant tone. 55

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Kirkland slid his hand from beneath her fingers. “I have made my choice, Miss Areo. Nicole is to be my bride. However, you are welcome to remain and enjoy the pleasures of the castle. If you do stay, and do not object, I will continue to have the pleasure of watching during some of your sexual encounters.” Pouting her lips Areo withdrew her hand and sat straight and stiff. “Then I shall return home.” “As you wish, Hester will escort you any time you wish to leave.” Kirkland turned his attention to Flona. “Have you made your decision Miss Flona?” She nodded. “I wish to stay.” Her sly expression revealed that she was already planning a campaign to be the center of attention among the males of the castle. That afternoon, they stood in the courtyard and bid Areo farewell. They waved until she was out of sight. “What will she remember?” Nicole queried. “She will remember everything, but the sexual encounters.” Zeus answered loud enough for everyone to hear. Tilly, Flona, and Jordon looked at Zeus with new respect. “When I leave will I forget also?” Jordon inquired. She and Errow were going to the village and live with their families until they wed, then they would return to live in the castle.” “As you will be returning to live in the castle, you will remember. However, should you change you mind, and remain in the village, the memory will disappear.” Zeus informed them. “Then you are really Zeus?” Rimes said with awe. “I would prefer if you would continue to treat me as one of you while I am here. The servants do not know my identity.” It was agreed, and they returned to the castle. That afternoon Laird Nevis send for a priest and sent word to the villager to be prepared to attend his wedding. Flona agreed to marry Hester as a convenience for respectability before the villagers and servants. A priest arrived two days later, and before their family and friends, Tilly, Rimes, Flona and Hester were married in a double wedding in the castle chapel. When the priest declared them wed the two couples kiss and then moved to the side. Taking Nicole’s hand, Kirkland escorted her before the priest. Then Kirkland and Nicole were wed. When the priest declared them wed, Kirkland hugged Nicole to his

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chest and swept her around in a circle, while laughing in pleasure. When he stopped moving he kissed her with passion, before turning her to face the crowd and presenting his bride to the villagers. “My bride, Nicole Age, Countess Nevis.” He announced with pride.

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BIO

Tech. College Graduate, Belita is a Master Cosmetologist and licensee real-estate agent. She studies Psychology, reads, does crafts and collects gargoyles. A relative of actor Buster Keaton she has written a book of amusing short stories; It’s A Dog’s Life by Belita Keaton and Historical Romances, Lord Tricking and Lord Sirius by Kim Parson published by Publish America. She employs self-study to improve her writing skills and knowledge. A mother of four Belita lives in Georgia, is married to a Deputy Sheriff and has two dogs. Forced to retire from public work when she had two strokes five years back with permanent brain damage. Forced to study to regain knowledge she began writing, which had always been a dream. An added plus, the writing was a mind stimulant, and she now only shows signs from the strokes when she is overly fatigued, stressed, or hot, which does not make summer her favorite time of year. It was a long recovery, but her brain had to re-train different parts of her mind to assume chores previously fulfilled by the damaged cells.

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