Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (52 page)

I collapsed down into the hay, my chest heaving as I panted
for breath, sweat pouring down my forehead. “Oh my lady,” was all I could
manage to say before I began giggling uncontrollably.

“It is a good way to get warm is it not?” she asked,
bringing me back into an embrace with her, my body still burning with heat.

“It is,” I replied. “It very much is.”

She glanced around her. “I believe the storm is weakening.
Come, we must reach Charred Oak by nightfall.”

I dressed in my still damp clothes, the heat from my body
drying them as we rode the remaining distance to Charred Oak. It took until
late into the evening and the light was beginning to fade by the time I caught
sight of the village. I had spent some time worrying we had become lost so I
was relieved when I saw the tree from which the village bore its name rise up
out of the snow. Even as a blackened stump it was still taller than many of the
surrounding trees and was a beacon for us as we approached the village. I
thanked providence that despite the snow covered track, I had been able to
bring us safely to our destination and I felt a sorrow and sense of loss as I
realised I would soon by saying farewell forever to Lady Swann.

We rode past snow covered houses, smoke billowing from each
chimney. The streets were deserted which wasn’t surprising given the appalling
weather. Finally we reached the village green and Lady Swann brought the horse
to a halt by the inn, a stableboy running out to take it from us. Lady Swann
brushed the snow from her boots as the horse was led away to the stable before
turning to me. “This is where we shall stay the night. It is a good place, no
pickpockets would dare attempt any establishment with Edward in charge. Come,
it will be much warmer inside.”

We walked into the inn to a chorus of “My Lady, My Lady,”
from each person we passed. We reached the innkeeper who was polishing a
tankard with a grey cloth. “Lady Swann?” he said, sounding surprised. “What
brings you out on such a godforsaken day as this?”

“I have business with Master Dicken but for now I require
something else.”

“Anything for you my lady.”

“Fresh clothes for my companion, a hot bath and a bed for
the night.” She turned to me. “Follow Edward, he is a good man. I have business
I must attend to but I will return presently. Farewell my dear. I will enquire
of you when I return.”

She walked out of the inn without giving me a chance to say
goodbye. I watched her go, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, I was missing
her already. I jumped when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find
Edward waiting for me.

“If you would follow me miss, I will give you our best room
and the bath will be prepared whilst you dine.”

I walked up the stairs after him, stepping out into a long
corridor with doors ranged along it. The end door was locked and Edward took
out a key from his pocket to let me inside. I was stunned by the contents of
the room in which I found myself. It was almost as large as my entire house. A
roaring fire blazed in the grate and the bed seemed big enough for a family to
fit comfortably inside.

“This is Lady Swann’s favourite room when she stays with
us,” Edward said proudly. “I hope it is to your satisfaction. I will bring your
food up presently and will send Richard up to prepare your bath.”

He left, closing the door behind him so I turned and pulled
open the wardrobe. Inside were a collection of clothes, the like of which I’d
never seen before. Each was more beautiful than the last and I felt unsure
whether I should even touch them with my filthy hands. I decided to wait until
I had bathed before choosing an outfit. I did not have long to wait. There was
a knock at the door and Edward returned with a young man around my age beside
him. Edward was carrying a tray of food which he set down at the table by the
fire.

“Richard, prepare the bath,” he snapped at the man beside
him who was carrying a steaming metal jug which he poured into the waiting bath
set near the fire. I sat at the table and ate ravenously, a meal larger than
any I had ever enjoyed, the plates piled high with bread, roast meat, steaming
vegetables. As I ate, more and more water was fetched, the bath gradually
reaching a level that satisfied Edward.

“I will leave Richard here with you to ensure your
satisfaction,” Edward said, walking towards the door and closing it behind him,
leaving the two of us alone.

I noticed Richard staring at the food set out on the table.
“Are you hungry?” I asked. He glanced around him before nodding nervously, as
if expecting to be admonished for such honesty. “Come join me. There is far too
much for one person.”

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course. Don’t you know it’s rude to refuse a lady?” I
joked, remembering Lady Swann’s words. To my surprise he seemed to take me
seriously.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking the seat on the far side of the
table. We ate in silence for a while before finally every morsel was gone and
chairs were scraped back. “You must bathe before the water turns cold,” he said
at last.

“I am not going to bathe in front of you,” I replied,
draining my tankard of ale.

“I cannot leave you. Edward has ordered me to ensure you are
satisfied in the same way Lady Swann is when she visits.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean by that?”

“Lady Swann has certain…requirements when she stays here. I
am expected to fulfil them.”

“What sort of requirements?”

“I cannot say.”

“I order you.”

He sighed. “I must help her achieve orgasm and then I am to
do the same inside of her.” He blushed bright red as he said those words, as if
unsure what might be my reaction.

An awkward silence filled the air as I looked at him. He was
handsome, his cheeks broad, his eyes piercing and dark, a shock of black hair
spreading in an unruly way across his head. He had a strange mixture of
confidence and nervousness to him that I was finding hard to resist.

“Then you must do the same for me,” I said, wondering what
on earth had come over me. I hadn’t even considered sex with him when I first
saw him but the thought of Lady Swann using him for her pleasure had flicked
some kind of lever in my brain, bringing to the fore a part of me that had long
been dormant and that Lady Swann had encouraged to awaken.

I stood up and removed my clothes slowly, feeling his eyes
upon my body as I stripped. I pulled off my smock and played with my breasts,
running my hands over them and teasing my nipples into life as he shifted in
his seat. I lowered my trousers and set them aside before spreading my legs
slightly and stroking my pussy, feeling it moisten under my ministrations. I
pushed a finger up into me before slowly licking the juices from it, watching
his eyes widen. I turned to the bath and bent over it, swirling the water with
my hands, pointing my bottom towards Richard. I reached behind me and spread my
cheeks apart for a moment, feeling deliciously naughty at the thought of him
watching me. Finally I stepped into the bath and sat back, raising water with
my hands to pour over my body.

“Come and clean me,” I said, getting to my feet and standing
in the middle of the bath, the heat of the nearby fire warming my skin. Richard
was by my side in seconds, gulping nervously as he gathered up water with his
hands, pouring it over my skin. I felt him begin to caress my skin and I turned
towards him, wrapping my arms round him before tugging at his clothes, pulling
them over his head. I lowered his trousers and was shocked by the size of his
cock as it jutted towards me.

We began to kiss, him leaning over the side of the bath as
his hands slid over my body, brushing past my pussy before continuing on their
way, seeming to find every sensitive spot of me and teasing them all until I
was aching for him to be inside me. To my surprise a strange sensation spread
over me as I felt his cock brush against my leg. I suddenly felt nervous,
certain I had taken this too far but when he took me in his arms and lifted me
over to the bed, those fears vanished and I melted into him, wanting nothing
more than to feel him inside me, curious as to how different it would feel to
Lady Swann’s finger.

He lay me down on my back and began kissing me, his cock
rubbing against my thigh. I reached down and took hold of his shaft, bringing
it towards the waiting wetness between my legs. I rubbed it over my labia
before nudging him down to my hole. With a single push he was briefly inside me
and then he pulled back. Again and again he edged into me, teasing me, making
me moan with frustration until I clawed at his back with my fingers, trying
ineffectually to bring him deeper into me.

At last he seemed to tire of tormenting me and thrust home,
his cock plunging into my pussy until it was buried as deeply in me as was
possible. I cried out with pleasure at the feel of his hot fleshy tool buried
in me, stretching and filling my pussy in an exquisite manner. He began to fuck
me, his pelvis rubbing on my clit with each thrust as he ground his body
against mine.

He kissed me again, our tongues entwining as he groaned into
my mouth. I felt my body tense up as it had done in the barn, my clit tingling
ever stronger until a climax hit me. He fucked me throughout it, my pussy
contracting round his cock, holding him tightly inside me as my body bucked and
writhed under him, my back arched, my mouth wide open in sheer bliss.

As my orgasm faded he sped up his movements, gripping my
buttocks as I wrapped my legs round his back. In seconds he let out a deep
grunt and then he thrust a final time into me. I felt his cock twitching inside
me followed by the delicious sensation of his spunk filling me up with a wet
heat I’d never experienced but was certain I wanted to repeat as often as I
could.

He sank onto my body, panting heavily until his cock began
to soften. He slid out of me and stood up, gathering up his clothes. “Do you
wish for anything else this evening my lady?” he asked.

“No,” I grinned, my eyes half closed. “You have done well
Richard. You may go.”

He nodded and headed out of the door, leaving me alone for
the briefest of seconds. The door opened once more and Lady Swann limped into
the room, her hair wet and bedraggled.

“My lady?” I said, sitting up in the bed. “What on earth has
happened?”

“Master Dicken,” she replied.

“What on earth are you talking about?” I asked as she came
to sit beside me. She winced as she lowered herself onto the bed.

“I have quite a story to tell Lizzie,” she said. “But I
believe I can trust you. Let me explain.”

To be continued…

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Lucy Wild is the author of a wide
range of erotic stories from steampunk to watersports, adult fairytales to historical
ageplay, all published by Luna Swift Publishing, including Jane Bare which has
spent a number of weeks at number 1 in the Victorian erotica category. She is a
recommended read on Lushstories.com and has been voted a “Hot” author on
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