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Sleeping Tyrant Inn
by Caesar (address?)
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A sexual encounter in a long ago time at a country inn.
(MF, hist, affair, rom)
***
The Sleeping Tyrant Inn was very full. Before I even
entered the smoke filled building I could see the packed
humanity within. If another wayside stop was within
twenty miles I would have kept going, yet this was my
only possibility. A night upon the lightly covered snow
did not impress me. I had to reach my destination by
tomorrow evening, nothing could slow me down.
The stable boy took my Palfrey and the coppers with a
toothless smile. Before I even went through the door, a
man came flying out. Head first. I almost turned around
and kept going down the road, but the grumble of my
belly prevented me. Stepping over the comatose
individual I entered the Tyrant.
The first words I hear, "Ave gov'?"
"Uh, good evening..." I was rudely interrupted.
"Now ya' just sit yo'r p'etty buns down gov' and I be'd
right wi't cha'." Do I really need to give a description
to this tavern worker. I think not, my story is about
someone else.
I looked about the room, and there was no place to sit,
no table free. I loathed sitting with uneducated farmers
and their lackeys. Yet over near the wall, furthest from
the fireplace and loudest commotion, was a small round
table. It was the person sitting at the table that
interested me most, and who is the reason I'm writing
this short story. A lady of mark and obviously her maid
were sitting alone, the other tables full of men
ignoring them as lower classes often did with high-born
women.
I stood over them, my hat in hand, "Good evening lady,"
I addressed the one, "would it be uncivil of me to
present myself and ask the privilege of sitting at your
table?"
"Of course good sir, a gentle-man is always welcome at a
lady's dinner table. Especially if she is alone
amongst..." She stopped and looked around, echoing my
own thoughts. "My name honoured sir is Lady Elizabeth,
this is my maid H----." For the life of me I can't
remember the maids name, no matter, I didn't even look
at her.
"A pleasure of your acquaintance my Lady, my name is
Viscount Rothman." I took my place in the empty seat.
"Have you yet eaten?" She nodded no. "The wench does not
want to serve our kind it seems." I was taken back, we
had money, and we will not barter with chickens for a
drink as I assume many of her clients do.
I immediately stood and waved over the woman that had
greeted me upon entering this establishment. "Madam,
three fine dinners, well cooked mind you, and wine for
the table. Hurry about it wench." She gave me a evil
look but the silver coin I produced caused her to
shuffle off quickly and with a smile.
Sitting again, I began a polite conversation with the
pretty Lady. I learned many things, none that truly
interested me. The supper arrived, great heaps of it
piled high upon the plate, was palatable barely. Yet it
did fill me up. I ordered three rooms for us. There was
no problem with that, most of the clientele lived within
riding distance and only came for an evening to drink
and socialize. I accompanied Lady Elizabeth to the door
to her room, kissing her hand telling her I will be gone
early and would not see her tomorrow. She nodded and
sweep into her room. I was about to enter my own when H-
---- grabbed the crook of my arm.
"Sir, the Lady Sir!" She dropped her voice, barely
audible over the steady roar of the tavern. "It be'd her
husband, he's right knocked. If ya' know what I mean? We
are going to his mothers where I believe he wants the
gentle Lady disposed of Sir!"
I was a little taken back, "Disposed of? What do you
mean woman?" It was a very stern voice I used with that
maid.
"I mean Sir, he wants a d'vorce." I had to sigh with
relief, I had thought she meant... well you know. A
divorce was possible since King Henry VIII created the
Church of England, yet only the very rich could afford
this privilege and is still rare even at Court. The maid
took my silence as not understanding her simple country
words, "The Lord has a new woman, a country wench with
no manners. He even flaunts her in the household manner.
If I be so bold," she has so far, "the Lady is beyond
herself. Perhaps even readying to leave us by her own
hand."
She was saying that Lady Elizabeth was preparing to
commit suicide because of her ignoramus husband. I could
not believe that the soft-spoken smiling Lady that I had
dinner with, was going to take her own life. Then a door
opened down the hallway and H----- scurried off almost
scared. Why had she told me, what could I do? I entered
my room and lay upon the bed starring at the ceiling.
Two hours must have gone by in a wink before a decision
came to me. I exited my room and entered the Lady's. Yes
I didn't knock, nor was it locked, but had a triangular
piece of wood under the edge of the door. Very easy to
still open quietly.
I sat upon the bed next to the dark sleeping form, and
then spoke, "Lady Elizabeth?"
She turned around facing me, I could sense her
nervousness as well as my own, "Viscount, what...?"
Gently with as much skill as I could apply, I kissed the
Lady upon the lips. I found them warm, moist, and
inviting. She did not resist nor did she return my kiss.
Holding my face above hers I whispered, "Good Lady your
maid has told me what ails you." I kissed her again. "I
am here to convince you that I for one cherish your
life." This time she returned my kiss, yet with very
little passion.
My tongue caressed her lips and slid past into her
mouth. I fondled and toyed with her mouth, coercing her
to open her lips even more to my intrusion. Very slowly
she responded to my interest and returned my passion.
Her own tongue caressed mine, while I savoured her
hungry taste. In only a single minute she was
transformed from a sad mute, to a passionate woman. She
began to explore my own mouth, teeth, and lips. Her
hunger rapidly gaining ground with my own passion.
Lady Elizabeth pulled her arms from beneath the thick
woolen blankets to wrap me against her. Her hands were
pure energy, moving rapidly pulling my blouse from my
trousers and feeling the smooth hard skin beneath. I in
turn held her head in my hands gentle as if holding a
babe. I would not want to turn her away with aggressive
mannerisms. She held the reins as to how far and what
this evening entailed.
Her hands snuck between our stomachs to undo my trouser
belt. The lady's hands were shaking so violently I
wondered if she was scared by my intrusion. Yet when my
bottoms were pushed past my buttocks and my manhood
exposed did I learn the full truth to this woman. Lady
Elizabeth held my rigid penis with her small hand and
let out a very deep sigh into the depths of my mouth
even while she measured and tested my manhood. Evidently
she was satisfied and I felt her body relax, her hand
come away from my crotch, and her mouth detach from my
own.
She whispered, "Viscount Rothman I am convinced that my
life means much to you." Her lower body rose up and
pressed into my own, grinding herself for only a second.
"Yet I wish to be influenced even with more lassitude!"
She brought her mouth again to mine, the kiss infinite
with possibilities and with great passion.
Yet I pulled away and swiftly stood before her quick
hands grasped me by my loose blouse. I stood and began
to disrobe, my body exposed to the pale moonlight coming
through the window. I could see her wide eyes glow in
that light, watching me minutely. The clothes slowly
dropped to the ground, as I enjoyed the show I was
giving the Lady. Her legs wiggled beneath the rough
blankets and her hands roamed her upper body.
When finally I stood naked beneath the moonlight and
allowed her eyes to behold my male wonders did I really
notice my full passion. The Lady was tiny, her body
small while still being cute. Her face round with wide
bright eyes, her mouth a smile, her curves desirable.
My sex exposed as it was in the damp cool air, stood
hard and straight pointing towards the ceiling at its
usual angle. I grasped in on my right hand, as males
would do, perhaps assuring ourselves that it is real. I
spoke, "The nightdress, my Lady?" I presented it as a
question, it was in her power to deny me this one
present and for me to deliver her my tribute in any
manner of her liking.
But Lady Elizabeth quickly pulled up the nightgown from
beneath the security of her covers and quickly over her
head. The lovely eyes barely left my grasping hand
except for the brief second of disrobing. I caught a
glimpse of her lovely round breasts, the tiny dark
nipple, both of which quickly disappeared beneath the
rough blanket.
"Come my Lord, tonight I am no Lady but your servant!"
She held the edge of the blanket up inviting me. I
caught a glimpse of her pale thigh and leg, enticing me
even more, before I quickly slide in beside her.
"And I yours Madame!" Our lips met yet again.
Our passion pressed us onward towards the glorious
enviable ending that was the logical finish to my tale.
My apologies, I am getting well ahead of myself.
Her hands quickly grasped my naked buttock and fondled
them to her delight. While the other held my head and
hair, manipulating me to the angle of her lips and
tongue. The Lady was a hellion, her passion consuming
me, bringing me to the rein of her lips. It was my turn
to groan with delight.
One of my hands held me steady to her side while the
other roamed along the length of her body. The skin of
this beauty magnificent, my hand contently feeling the
wonderful contours of woman. I trembled with
anticipation as my hand cupped her rib cage below her
bosom. Together we made noises of love as my hand slide
up to hold her breast. The nipple was small and hard,
pressing into my palm.
Without thought my centre pressed to her hip, the
hardness contained warmly between us delightfully. The
kiss and earnest fondling lasted for an eternity while
our bodies withered next to each other.
It was Lady Elizabeth that decided the beginning of the
end. To my surprise she turned away from me, causing me
to fear a rebuttal of my amorous desires. Thankfully she
brought her warm round bottom to my lap, grinding my
hardness between the twin globes. My Lady moved her
upper leg ever so slightly and I again felt her small
hand grasp my manhood.
Maneuvering slightly she bent the shaft of steel and
brought the head to the opening of a warm delicious
tunnel. We both moved in unison, my hardness gliding
effortlessly into the enveloping wetness of her
womanhood. I was surprised that the voice that yelled
out was my own, so delirious did she make me.
The round bottom of Lady Elizabeth began its slow dance.
Moving with a strange and erotic rhythm. By the heavens
above, did I grasp that soft hip and deliver unto her
again and again. Our skin began to slap, the speed
accelerating deliciously. The Lady rotated and pumped
her bottom without effort, the speed in time to my own.
It was magical, the way our bodies related to each
other. She was a tiny woman, small to my size, yet she
fit before me as if God himself designed her. In fact my
voice often called his name, as well as the Lady
Elizabeth's.
My hand detached itself from her hip and firmly grabbed
a round breast. Her back arched towards me, bringing her
neck and ear to my lips. My tongue left trails of
moisture along those same contours. Quickly, with
desperation, I slide my hand from her bosom to the
wonder between her legs. I expertly touched the love
button at the head of the break wonderfully concealed
with thick curly hair. She was coated with her own
desire, and soon my hand was covered from the moisture.
Lady Elizabeth cried out for God above, for mercy, and
thankfully for me. Our bodies were coated in a fine film
of sweat, the sound echoing about the room as our
bottoms met, the smell intoxicated me. A man can only
take so much of such a woman before his passions become
too much for him.
The lady straightened her body then stiffened herself
like a board. Nothing moved. Yet within her a hidden
muscle went out of control, squeezing my manhood
deliciously bringing about my own outburst of love. The
tribute flooded into her, causing the Lady to jerk
forward into a ball with only her bottom still in
contact with me. The release of my passion finished all
too quickly, my darling Lady also slowly controlled the
muscle spasms she had undergone while I had been too far
gone to notice.
Gently Lady Elizabeth again straightened out, her whole
body soon in contact with my own. My lips sought her
neck and with love kissed the smooth scented skin. She
hummed and brought a hand around to caress my hip and
leg. Her legs tightened together upon my rapidly
withering organ and held it within its delicious
confines. My body, exhausted from my strenuous love
play, soon began to fade. I slept soundly, and believed
I didn't move the whole evening.
This was no simple mercy encounter. In fact it may have
began as one, but turned into something more joyful. I
wanted more of the same!
***
I awoke with the heat of the sun upon my bare chest.
Next I noticed the wonderful scent of Lady Elizabeth
near me. So reaching out I was surprised when the rough
confines next to me were empty. I opened my eyes and
upon the sack that acted as a pillow, sat a note.
Needlessly I do not need to write what that tearful note
contained. Yet, dear reader, be assured the Lady was
comforted and her mind at ease. But the possibility of
our continuing relationship quit impossible. I was
dually saddened and pleased!
END
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