The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)
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				Title: <strong>The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 02:15:33</strong>
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				Madeleine woke up as she normally did every morning, but the feeling of dread was coming over in waves but she had no idea why she felt like that. Getting dressed slowly she sat at her small dressing table fastening her long dark red hair. There was a knock at the door as she finished braiding her hair fastening her hair. <br><br>“Madeleine?” A voice called from the other side of the day, standing up she opened the door. Her father was stood there; the look on his face was not cheery. “What’s wrong father?” She looked at him frowning slightly; he walked past her into the bedroom motioning to the bed. “Sit down.” He said calmly.<br><br>Looking at him she sat down on the bed as he paced up and down the small hallway. Her father worked for the Lord who owned the land keeping the holding secure, and making sure the labourers did their part and paid their taxes. Running her fingers through his hair she looked at him.<br><br>“You are 18 nearly 19 now” He said looking at her. “And its time that you got married, I didn’t want you leaving so soon but sometimes we don’t always get what we want.” She frowned; the way he was talking he’d already chosen who she was going to married. <br><br>“Who is he?” She looked at him, her light green eyes turning harder.<br><br>Raising his eyebrows he looked at her, “I am still your father. But yes I have chosen, its Lord Wood. You are to be married next week.” She stared at him opened mouth, Lord Wood was a direct rival to her fathers Lord, and a bastard, and he had a reputation for being terrible to the people on his land and his servants. The feeling of dread she was feeling was well founded, and it increased as he walked out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 03:46:54</strong>
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				Lord Chancy Wood ("the Black Vegetable" his moniker) was indeed the man betrothed to the fiery haired vassal, and this fact, once uncovered, brought the sinister Lord Edmund Einzig to a volatile boil.&nbsp; How often!&nbsp; Yes indeed, how very often Edmund had dared to allow his mental image of the redheaded lass to play top billing in a most ambitious and wicked phantasm, while ever still allowing her innocence to be preserved!&nbsp; In all the Lords' years of engagement to the family, he had never placed a privileged hand on the rotoundish fool's pleasantly attractive young daughter.&nbsp; And<br><br>It only required one instance a few years prior when he had bade the young girl to take seat upon his lordly lap--that her bottom pressed upon Edmund's thigh--before Lord Edmund knew he was completely, morbidly in love with the young lass, the kind of love a noble man could only naturally feel towards a well pedigreed dog.&nbsp; It did not require too long, either, before two-manned buttresses of Lord Wood's massive, lardish crown piqued to Einzig's interest - and this, his young farmer's harlot!<br><br>Then the bribe to her father was paid, and Lord Wood would be wed in a fortnight. <br><br>When Lord Edmund appeared upon the vassal estate, it was with company.&nbsp; Six men held stoic and silent countenance around Emunds' flank, in their savage royal embroidery of Imperial prosperity.&nbsp; Edmund held the front, dressed the most lavishly and dangerously among them.&nbsp; A tall, gaunt figure; to the height of his lordly fashion he wore a double-breasted frock-coat in charcoal with full length tail; beneath he wore a white satin shirt and black wool plantoons.&nbsp; He carried a large silver flask in his left hand, in his right he carried his rapier, crossing everyone he saw with a vicious hairy eyeball.&nbsp; He stormed into the home with his crew swiftly behind him, coming neck to neck with the fat father.&nbsp; Edmund bright his rapier up and held it across the father's portly neck.<br><br>"I want to see your young daughter.&nbsp; I want to give her a wedding gift," Edmund said simply, evenly, before the father was violently thrust aside by a guardsmen who came up upon Edmund's flank.&nbsp; The Lord wasted no time in crossing the threshold to his woman's bedroom and rapping upon the door heavily with his flask.<br><br>"Open this door! I command it!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 04:07:41</strong>
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				Sighing she lay down on the bed as her father walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. “I don’t want to marry him.” She frowned, her hair starting to come loose as she looked up at the ceiling thinking about what it would be like with him, he made her feel sick.<br><br>Hearing the commotion outside she frowned, she was told to stay in her room if there was ever any trouble. The knock on the door and the shout from the other side made her open the door slowly. Opening it slowly she looked at the man in the door away. “My Lord!” She exclaimed, giving a hasty curtsy. Brushing the creases out of her soft dark blue dress, it was finer clothing then the rest of the people who lived in the village. Her father tried to give her a little extra, he taught her to read and do maths, it wasn’t much but it was enough to give her a head start.<br><br>Quickly messing with her hair she pinned it up, “To what do I owe this pleasure?” She whispered, “My father must be outside, shall we go find him?” She smiled hopefully, feeling nervous when she was around him; he made her feel small and childish. Biting her lip she didn’t know what she was meant to do: he seemed to make no indication that he was going to remove himself from her bedroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 04:28:51</strong>
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				Lordly eyes narrowed upon her as Edmund stood still, barring the entrance of the door from her.&nbsp; To the mention of her 'father' the Lord wanted to spit upon the floor, but by his shortest hairs he contained himself.&nbsp; His grimace was sour enough to convey the thought.&nbsp; It only took a prolonged moment of staring at the young girl in her blue finery before the Lord's scowl broke into an uneven, unsure, not entirely unpleasant crooked smile.&nbsp; "Your lord father is outside, I bade him to give us privacy.&nbsp; And what so!&nbsp; It is true what I have heard, if that seraphic dress is any wonder, that you are to be married!"&nbsp; Lord Edmund did not have the stomach to add <em>to Lord Chancy Wood</em>,<br><br>"I am happy for you," Edmund lied.&nbsp; "And I have a surprise for you.&nbsp; In show of my appreciation for you and your dear father--and Lord Wood--I have decided to throw a pre-marriage engagement celebration for the both of you.&nbsp; There will be Moors, and midgets, and a banquet feast!"&nbsp; Still beguiling all her fancy into smiling, the Lord gently extended his hand and brushed his long fingers over her fiery locks.&nbsp; "And do not think to refuse.&nbsp; As you know, I have no daughter... It is the least I can do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 04:53:33</strong>
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				She looked at his face as she mentioned her father; she thought that they were on good terms considering the service her father had done for him. Watching him advance into her room and mention the fact she was now engaged made her angry, did everyone know before her. “You can be as happy as you want for me I am not happy. I only found out a few minutes ago. How is it that the world knows my business before I do?” She spoke quietly trying to keep the angry from her voice but it was there. She had a temper and she was stubborn.<br><br>“As for this celebration you might as well throw a funeral because that it what it shall be if I have to marry that…man. I hate him.” She spoke her voice getting louder as the anger rose inside me. “Why am I being sold off to him? I do not want to marry him, he is a vile odious man who treats everyone around him badly. I swear if I get the chance I will cut out his heart and feed it to the pigs.” She growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 05:27:16</strong>
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				Edmund grinned while he listened to her, his hand came around the nape of her neck and the clasp of her chin and he held her gently while his bobbed with her jaw as she spoke.&nbsp; When she finished, the Lord cocked his head whimsically, letting his fingertip hold of her face go and sharply bringing his open hand back again, across the tender flesh of her cheek.&nbsp; It was not a slap meant to break, nor even bruise her skin, he could not bring himself to do that.&nbsp; But even a very beautiful pauper's bitch had to know how to speak of Lordly persons - even his own enemies.<br><br>"Now sweetling that is no manner to talk about a lordly and connected man like Lord Chancy!"&nbsp; Emund smirked to his own pleasure as he defended the royal stock of the man he so deeply hated. He knew Chancy would have taken great pleasure in witnessing it.&nbsp; "With him as your husband and the lordly father of your children, your family will have nothing but fancies and grand fortunes for as long as you and your children and your childrens' children might live."&nbsp; Lord Edmund Einzig paused, here, deliberating his next syllables while he considered the disgusting notion of his beautiful young woman birthing Chancy's fat children...<br><br>"It is a good and worthy marriage," Emund finally resigned, "So I must insist you stop this crying.&nbsp; You must think like a woman, not a child.&nbsp; Chancy will be able to talk care of you, and with your marriage pure in the eyes of God, it will be a blessed thing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 05:48:08</strong>
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				She looked at him, not expecting the slap to her face, it caught her off guard. Trying to hide a scowl she rubbed her cheek softly, biting her lip the slap brought tears to her eyes making them seem larger and greener then they were. “My Lord I am truly sorry I did not mean to offend you, I over stepped my place.” She looked at him with large pleading puppy dog eyes. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to manipulate people, she had been doing it to her father her whole life.<br><br>“If I marry him, my Lord, then I fear I will lose the one thing I truly want.” She pouted as she moved closer to her. She blushed as she looked into him. “I wish there was some way of getting out of this marriage to him, and being with the man I want.” She purred softly, her body moving close to him. “Please forgive me, my Lord, I get such strange feelings when I am around you, I cannot control them.” She whispered softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 05:56:29</strong>
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				Einzig watched the little bride carefully, with marked, concealed caution; when she coo'd and came closer to him he did not resist it, instead he looped an arm across her shoulders and held the lass as close as she wanted.&nbsp; When she purred, he returned in kind with a cluck of his tongue against his teeth.&nbsp; "You are a silly little girl, you do not know what is best for yourself, that is why there are men around to decide that sort of thing for you," Edmund Einzig smiled softly, holding her close.&nbsp; For as long as women like her had been upon the earth, learning to manipulate, men like Einzig had been learning how to manipulate them in turn.<br><br>"But tell me darling, who is this fellow you would so rather marry than the... illustrious Lord Wood?&nbsp; Some stable smelling farmhand no doubt?&nbsp; The big ox looking young fellow who shovels feces?"&nbsp; As he spoke, Edmund tilted his head and brought his mouth down to breathe at the crest of her earlobe. "Whisper to me who this fortunate fellow of your heart's throb is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:09:27</strong>
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				Madeleine smiled, ignoring his words about the lowly man she might want she knew that she had one chance to do this. “Oh my Lord.” She whispered sighing softly, “Can you not tell, for whom my heart beats for and every…part of me aches?” She whispered, pouting softly at him. Her hand moving to his chest as she moved closer leaning into him she pressed her cheek against his her lips uttering the words. “I long for you, my love.” Leaving her cheek against his she kissed it softly. “My fondest wish is that I might marry you instead of Lord Wood.” <br><br>Pulling back her hand moved down over his chest softly, “But sadly, you said that cannot.” She pouted against her eyes moving down her body slowly. “Ever since I could have these feelings they have been for you, thoughts of you fill my days and my dreams at night, alone in my bed. I often dream that you would creep in through the window.” She whispered softly. “Those nights I wake up all flustered, I have to open my window wide and remove my clothing for the heat consumes me.” She whispered softly, her eyes never leaving his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:25:26</strong>
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				As Edmund listened to her express her filth to him, like the melodic Nepenthe of a siren's heart, despite all his resistance he felt himself falling deep beneath her fancy, his mind and his mouth suddenly both bustling with fancy of those undressed moments in her heated loins, moist and trembling for the serpentine touch of Adam scepter of his manhood... for a moment as his eyes fell closed on the fancy, he would have sworn that he could smell her sex as she spoke to him, of him.<br><br>Then Edmund began to consider something he rarely did, and despised, but in this situations was absolutely necessary: <em>at what cost...</em> addressed the query of his panicked mind.&nbsp; Then the lord's mouth contorted into something mirthful besides.&nbsp; "You could yet have my love, dearest little bird, you know this.&nbsp; There is, of course you are aware, but only a single manner by which I could intervene in your pending marriage and force Lord Wood to annul his engagement to you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:38:26</strong>
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				"There is a way we can be together my love?" She whispered softly, moving closer she ran her fingers through his hair softly pressing her soft supple body against his. Biting her lip she looked into his eyes, "I hope there is, I could not bare to be taken away from you after spending soany years dreaming about the day we might marry and the night our bodies become one, a night filled with lust and pleasure. Oh my Master please say we can find a way, for I am your humble servant yours to command, my heart is yours and my body will be soon." <br><br>Smiling her hands moved to his cheeks softly as she leant in her lips bushing against his. "Oh but my Lord, my love! My father has given me away ripped my passion from my breast and cast it aside, I fear that our love will not endure these trials for I must lie with your enemy and thev enemy of my heart. To imagine him touching me where no man has ever touched me, to see what no man has ever seen makes my heart heavy." She sighed softly, "He will not take this from us." She leant in her lips pressing firmly against his, her body fitting perfectly against him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:48:57</strong>
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				At this point Lord Edmund Einzig was grinning from ear to ear.&nbsp; He accepted her every embrace, holding her slim body close to his for moment of short passion as she kissed him full on the lips and he impressed upon those lips his full pleasure.&nbsp; An arm was wrapped around the dear maiden's back while his hand took the cusp of her cheek and held it tenderly across from him.&nbsp; He broke the embrace but not his arm's hold around her waist.<br><br>"You see, darling, once the Lord does marry you, it will be in no manner possible for me to intervene, and to even attempt anything bold would cost a royal fortune in the Court's legal fees.&nbsp; Our only hope would be to convince the good Lord Chancy that he mustn't marry you, that our passion is greater even than his highest hopes."<br><br>"Will you do that for me my darling, and vow for our love in front of him your suitor?&nbsp; I can arrange for him to be here within three hours, to hear us."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 16:51:39</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked at him, "But can you change his mind or will he just refuse us anyway." She pouted at him. Lord Einzig was in her opinion the lesser of two evils, atleast if she was married to him she wouldn't feel replused if he touched her. "I couldn't bare to be taken away from a man such as you, you are my everything." She whispered biting her lip she looked at him with wide eyes, his body pressing firmly against hers as he held her close.<br><br>"What if we married? He could not claim me since God and the King will have put us togther?" She smiled hopefully, but her mind was scheming, she wanted to be as far from Lord Wood then anyone else. "My darling Lord, say you will not let me be married to such a beast when you feel the same way I do. I can tell." She whispered pressing her hips against his, smiling innocently as if she had never even thought of doing something like this before, she hadn't but she needed to use all her femine charm to persuade him that she was desperate for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:34:39</strong>
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				To the woman's charm and her scheming fury, also charming, the good Lord Einzig smiled, his twisted lips harsh and fierce in their domination over his countenance.&nbsp; In the mechanical processes of his mind, lo and malevolent in his hatred for Lord Wood, could visualize precisely what had to be done, to the last touching detail.&nbsp; He would indeed convince Lord Wood to go marry a pond somewhere.&nbsp; He flashed her that smile.&nbsp; "My darling, why do you fret?&nbsp; I give you my lordly word that I have devised a fool proof measure to ensure Lord Woods acquisance to our will!&nbsp; And then?&nbsp; Well, perhaps we could be married, or something more blessed still."<br><br>Lord Edmund Einzig wasted not a moment; at once a messenger boy was dispatched with all haste and two wild steeds (with the girl's dear father in tow) to make speed towards Lord Wood, twenty leagues away.&nbsp; If the messenger was sharp, he could deliver a handwritten message and be back, with the Lord, within only a few hours time.&nbsp; His inquiries now satisfied, Lord Edmund found himself again in the young girl's room, his shoulders pressed against the wall.&nbsp; "Quite soon now dear and everything with be seen to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 18:06:52</strong>
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				Once he was back in her room she sat on her bed, "Something more blessed?" She looked at him pouting, she was curled up on her bed head the head the side away from the door, her legs where positioned under her as she leaned back against the wall at the head. "What do you mean by that My Lord?" She pouted slightly as she twirled a lock of hair round her fingers.<br><br>"My Lord please sit yourself upon my unworthy bed." A faint smile played across her lips as she patted the bed beside her, "I fear that a storm is coming, if there is thunder and lighting would you put your arms around me, and keep me safe." She ran her tongue slowly over her lip before she bit down gently, acting the nervous virgin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 18:28:59</strong>
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				To her question the Lord Edmund marked no answer, busying himself with the Lords' affairs and pretending not to hear her query - or that it not matter, besides.&nbsp; Now again in front of her and door, bade to sit on a... marked, unworthy bed.&nbsp; <em>This may actually be an issue</em>, Edmund considered, as he made a quick calculation of how much he <em>paid</em> that bloated scoundrel bastard father of hers and if it was enough to afford a wool and cotton lined bed, or a common man's straw bed... well, surely the fat bastard <em>himself</em> had the wool and feather bed, but the daughter?<br><br>"My dear..." Lord Edmund began, approaching the bed and sitting thereupon with all the upright frankness of a man in his position, not addressing the directly ignoble nature of his sitting there, on the bed of a woman to be shortly married!<br><br>Still, and perhaps it was the devil in him - which could only oblige to hold forth the silver flask from which he had been drinking.&nbsp; "Have you tried brandy, my love?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 19:24:25</strong>
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				Smiling softly she looked at him, "No I have not Sir. My father does not allow me to drink more then mead." She whispered, slowly moving to her knees as she moved she knew exactly that he could see down her dress, her breast pressing tight against her dress. She was kneels to the side of him close to him. Taking the flask she took a sip, "My it is strong!" She whispered softly.<br><br>Handing it back she reached her hand back unfastening her hair letting it fall over her shoulder, moving closer she pressed her breast against his shoulder as she looked at him. "My Lord you are wicked." She smiled giggling softly as she looked at him. Her hand moving up and down his back softly. "You are entirely too rigid, I know my bed is not that comfrotable but please relax what's mine is yours." 
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				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:16:30</strong>
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				Lord Einzig only smiled, becoming comfortable on his pauper's bed, sinking into the same comfort that the red haired maiden had so often done in so many hot nights and days beneath the sun, naked, sweating, absorbing into the bed...&nbsp; When this he began considering, Edmund relax quite easily into the limiting comfort and pressed his palms hard against the mattress as he leaning backwards, letting her breasts brush against his side and giving himself a full eye's view of her supple teats in that brilliant blue dress.<br><br>The Lord took a sip from his flask, admiring the lingering touch of her saliva upon the bottle's mouth and now his lips, the faint moisture that could capture a man's imagination with such ease.&nbsp; Einzig began considering what would happen shortly later in the day, and he knew that he must proceed with some caution if everything would work.<br><br>"I am not rigid," the Lord said comfortably, "I am on the warm bedding of a supple young maid and woman to be soon married... to me," Edmund added after a brief pause.&nbsp; Then he smirked in his flask.&nbsp; "I do wonder absently, though knowing your maidenhood to be true, what those young men around the farm may have taught you in the ways and manners of men..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:33:28</strong>
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				Leaning closer to him she smiled softly, "My Lord I do not speak to the male workers on the farm." She blushed as she looked at him. "I know nothing about men." She grinned as she ran her fingers through her hair softly, she knew something but she wasn't going to mention it to him. "My Lord would you teach me all about and how to please you." She whispered sighing softly.<br><br>Smiling she took the flask from him, moving it to her lip she ran her tounge around it slowly before taking a mouthful of the brandy. Blushing she looked at him. "Hmmmm, it definatly tastes better the second time." She whispered, "Don't you think?" She whispered softly.
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				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:57:50</strong>
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				The Lord agreed, it <em>did</em> taste better the second time around, and the third.&nbsp; He observed the motions of her tongue around the neck of his flask as though they were the teasing motions of her tongue about the crown of his manhood, and Einzig could not suppress the slow, short tremble of unabashed, if accidental pleasure.&nbsp; He reached his hand out and placed it upon her lap, his fingertips dancing upon the lace of her dress above her thigh.<br><br>"Tell me darling, should you rather we wait and confess ourselves in front of the entire gallery of surprised onlookers, like your former fiancee, or would you rather perhaps that I might show you a trick or two towards a man's pleasure while your lord father is away...?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:13:04</strong>
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				Smiling she bit her lip slightly as she looked at him. "Oh my Lord I do not know." She whispered blushing heavily as she looked at him. "I do not want to do something that might compromise myself if we cannot get married." She smiled hoping he understood what she meant. "Besides if there were on lookers they would not be surprised." She giggled softly, leaning towards him she kissed his lips deeply, her fingers running through his hair softly.<br><br>"My Love you make me so happy." She pouted as she looked at him, kissing his neck gently she started to nibbling on his neck softly. her teeth raking over his soft skin, "My Lord, I want to but we can't." She whispered.
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				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:24:37</strong>
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				"Nonsense," the Lord brushed away her kisses with a smirk, in no manner preventing her to nibble upon his neck.&nbsp; Einzig wrapped his arms around her back and pressed her close to him, embracing the comfort of her breasts pushed against his finery.&nbsp; It was a feeling he knew he could become all too pleasantly accustomed to.&nbsp; As she kissed him again, he drew her down upon the bed beneath him, his tongue breaching the crest of her parted lips for the briefest of moments.<br><br>"It is of course beyond question that a woman cannot lose her virginal privilege before she is to be married, that would be a great dishonour.&nbsp; It is however commonly known that, the Gods' themselves being omnibenevolent, have given women the whereforth to engage men in... other sorts of activities, which in no way hinder her maiden's purity."&nbsp; The Lord smiled, and as he pondered, his eyes trailing down the length of her dress, his fingers became entangled in the lace knot which kept the dress upon her shoulders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:36:50</strong>
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				Biting her lip she looked at him. "Is there my Lord?" She whispered softly, "I wouldn't know about things like that." She blushed as if on key. "I know what men and women do but other then that I do not know anything." she whispered kissing from his neck moving up to his jaw, placing soft light kisses upto his chin and down to his lips softly.<br><br>biting her lip she kept an eye on his hand touching the knot that kept her dress over her shoulders. "What are you doing my love?" She whispered softly, sighing gently. "Hmmmm." She grinned as she looked at him, running her hand over his cehst softly.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Of course the Lord was all the while suspicious that the woman knew more about these subjects than she could objectionably confess to.&nbsp; But there were certain measures to, at the very least, measure the temperature of things.&nbsp; "If you know the things men and women do," Einzig said calmly, smiling up to her with one ear while his attention remained on the unlacing of her dress.&nbsp; "Then the things I would like very much to do to you, in this bed, at this moment, should come as no surprise."&nbsp; <br><br>Punctuating the thought, the Lord gave gentle pull to the correct lace, forfeiting the knot, the bow, and in this action loosing the clasp of her brazier considerably.&nbsp; One more knot and the entire front would give way.&nbsp; He stared down at her parted cleavage and said: "Do you know the multifarious applications a woman's breasts can take?" Einzig&nbsp; brought his hand to clasp the hem of her dress, and then slowly, carefully, beneath, within, and traveling back up the length of her dress, nearing her sex.&nbsp; To gauge the temperature of things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear, she had gone past whatever she had planned. All thoughts in her head was screaming 'this is a very bad idea'. "My Lord," she whispered her voice quivering slightly, "I feel that I did not explain myself well enough to you, I meerly know how children are created nothing more. My knowledge other then that act is non exsistant." She bit her lip her thighs quivering as she felt his hand moving up there. <br><br>Pulling his hand from her skirt she quickly, looked at him smiling. "Perhaps we should wait until the wedding. God is watching." She whispered casting her eyes up for a second as she tried to fasten herself back into her dress. Her blush now trailed from her face and down between her cleavage and down further to only God know's where. Moving off her knees she sat as far back from him as possible. "Perhaps you can tell me instead of showing me." She whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lord Einzig was wrought with his own mirth in her shock and her sudden trepidation, having found his answer about the girl's measure.&nbsp; Perhaps she truly was a virgin - what an abnormal and enchanting find among the peasants!&nbsp; Still, the Lord could play the coy fellow as good as she.&nbsp; "God has mixed feelings you know," Edmund shrugged his shoulders and look a sip from his flask.&nbsp; "In one moment he takes the side of the pious, and in the very next he defends the wretched.&nbsp; Its the nature of being omnipotent, you know.&nbsp; Eternal love and all that."<br><br>Edmund came to his toes, straightened the bulge of his breeches from sight, and smiled.&nbsp; "Well I wouldn't very well dare to speak such vulgarities aloud my lovely - who knows what kind of farmhand vagabond might be round to hear me saying such terrible things, and in the ear of a young maid!&nbsp; Men have been sent to prison camps for less...&nbsp; so how about a pot of tea?&nbsp; That is always the sure cure for sex."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 06:43:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing heavily she looked at him as he stood up. Standing up herself she smiled slightly, "Tea, ofcourse." She smiled softly, moving round the bed to stand next to him, "My Lord am I fastened right I would not want your men getting the wrong idea about me and trying to take advantage of me." She whispered softly as she pressed herself against him slowly.<br><br>Slowly she moved her hand to his cheek bring his lips to meet hers slowly and tenderly, the kiss was different from the last, as if it had a different meaning behind it, she had captured his loins now she needed his heart so that he wouldn't use her and cast her aside. Checking her dress she headed out the room to the kitchen making sure to avoid the men as she made tea for the Einzig.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Einzig</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:16:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If one thing were to remain eternally constant about the universe (not to speak technically), at least within the realm of human influence upon the universe, it is this: that it does not require a significant amount of force, or indeed, often any at all, for a woman to conquer a man's loins.&nbsp; Madeleine had conquered the dear lord Edmund Einzig with the simplest of flirtations, and even now with his advances requires and the discomfort in his loins spurned, he did not resent the fact.&nbsp; <br><br>Rather, he intended to enjoy his tea.&nbsp; Walking out several steps behind her, taking note of his entourage still strewn about the house; one in a chair, dimly reading a Bible; another standing, leaning his massive form upon the wall like a pregnant toad; a third man was no where within Einzig's immediate sight.&nbsp; The Lord allowed his eyes to survey the house, pondering vaguely.&nbsp; Then his attention found the redhaired maiden, and he smiled, satisfied.&nbsp; "Sugar and - milk, if you have it.&nbsp; This is a jolly glorious day, dear one, shouldn't you be more elated?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Lord's Right (Einzig + AT)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:27:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was in the kitchen, pulling up water she heated it in a kettle over the cast iron stove that was giving off more heat then the tiny room could handle, indeed this room was called the fireroom for a reason. The rest of the kitchen was past the fire room with 2 feet of brick between them to keep the heat out. <br><br>Heading into the large kitchen she grabbed some milk from the cold store, looking in the sugar pot there was none left in it. “My Lord I have some honey or lemon if you would like it. We seem to have ran out of sugar.” She blushed furiously at him, the way his eyes trailed over her made her feel naked, she knew that she should be happy but now she had gotten his affection she was scared of what he was going to do with it.<br><br>“I am elated my Love.” She smiled broadly at him, moving towards him in the doorway she kissed his lips softly, little more then brushing them against his, her hands on his hips as she moved round him into the boiling hot room. Taking the kettle off the stove she shooed him from the doorway as she walked through, motioning to a chair at a bench she pour them both a cup setting it down with the other things she had set out. 
			</dd>
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