It's Always About The Eyes

The room was hot and stifling from the thick smoke that hung in the air from the several pipes that men puffed on as they sat or stood as they ate, drank, talked and gambled at the various tables in the common room. Armand sat at one of the larger tables with 5 other men who held lacquered playing cards in their hands. Next to his right hand stood a small class filled with a dark liquid that held the earthy, nutty scent of cognac. A man he knew as Eliot sat to his right. An older man with graying hair and a bit of white at his temples and on the ends of his mustache grumbled at his cards before he tossed them down.

“I’m out,” he said as he sat back disgusted at his poor luck tonight and took a large sip from his pewter mug of dark wine. Two others that sat with them tossed their cards down and only the man that sat across from him. A tall, thin man with long, dark greased hair and a well waxed mustache kept his cards. In the center of the table sat coins of gold and silver and paper notes that made up a small pile. A blonde woman with blue eyes he knew as Rachelle stood over his right shoulder and rubbed his chest as she observed the game. The Le Fitte De Blanc was the name of the Bar and Inn in the Commons. It’s proprietor was Felix Le Fitte who owned and ran the bar along with his wife, Darcelle who ran the Inn and employed several ladies of the night and the many waitresses who looked on with withering looks as they suffered the many pinches and fondles of the patrons who came there each night.

Armand asked for only one card and Basile, the name of the man that sat across from him slid him one and he picked it up and discarded one from his hand. Without a flinch or a flutter of his eyes he waited as Basile took two cards and then Armand tilted his head as if in thought. He had two pair, not much as cards went but he doubted that Basile who was also a very good card player had much of anything. Without pausing too long he reached down then slid his last stack of silver and it toppled over into the pile.

The front door suddenly opened and everyone turned to see who the newcomer was. As the men's eyes fell upon her a few men very nearly stopped breathing and a few choked on their wine or brandy. She was the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. She had long, dark brown hair that was lightly curled around her shoulders. Her eyes were an intense, emerald green that shimmered in the firelight and stood out even more against her ivory colored skin. She wore a green dress that matched her eyes and was made out of fine, expensive material. It was low cut in the front and her corset caused her perfect breasts to be accented even more. She wore a perfume that smelled of Gardenias and filled the room with its almost intoxicating scent. At her side was a tall, larger man with a sword at his side...clearly some kind of guard.

As her eyes scanned the room they fell upon an extremely handsome man playing cards at one of the tables. Clearly a Musketeer from his attire. He was young, but clearly skilled to not have been killed in battle yet. She had a job to do, but perhaps she could have a little fun along the way. She walked further into the room and her eyes fell upon her prize, the innkeeper's wife. She looked at her.

"I will be requiring a room for the night...your best room. I expect clean sheets and towels, a hot meal, and a bottle of your best wine."

Darcelle’s eyes bulged, she could tell immediately that this woman...she did not give her name or titles, was no commoner. The green stones on her finger alone had to have cost a fortune. She smiled nervously as she looked the woman over and her man.

“O...ofcourse mylady,” she said quickly and scowled at a waitress that lingered a bit too long. “From under the hostess desk she took up a key and handed it to the girl that looked confused as she looked down at the key. “Well! You heard the fine lady, the 2nd floor suite and put on fresh sheets mind!” She said as the girl looked up in surprise. ‘Well? Shoo girl...shoo!” Darcelle said, her face reddening and the girl went. “Would you be wanting a table then?” She asked as she clasped her hands in front of her. They wanted to shake so she held them to her stomach.

Darcelle was an older woman, light brown hair up in a bun and she wore a blue and white dress with only a bit of lace and embroidery. The common room had returned to some semblance of its former state after the newness of her entry had worn off. Armand had not seen her, his focus was on the cards and of not showing a hint of his hand. The man with the greasy smile sighed and then decided that he wanted to hold onto the coins he had left and tossed down his cards. The table and the watchers around them exploded into claps and talk. Rochelle was so happy she fell into his lap and kissed him deeply as others behind him clapped him on the back as they moved off to get more drinks.

“Felix!” Armand said loudly over the din as he held up his glass. “A round for all here tonight...fortune doth favor me tonight!” he said happily and though she might find it impossible, he looked even more attractive when he smiled. Rochelle’s ample bosom shook as she plunged her hand down into his pants. “I hope you’re not the only one who will get lucky tonight mi doudou,” she said affectionately as she removed her hand and helped to scoop up the pile of coins and paper notes and put them in a small, brown money purse that nearly bulged when it was filled. He dropped a gold coin down her brazier and she giggled as she tried to fish it out.

The mysterious woman said nothing, but eyed Darcelle ever so slightly. She looked weak and she was confident she would overpower her so easily that it might border on being boring. However, it was a paying job and she enjoyed the thrill it gave her...no matter how easy the kill was. She glanced back over at the young Musketeer at the table. He now had the young woman who was fawning all over him on his lap. She viewed the young girl as no real threat. It would be nice to be in the bed of a Musketeer again. It had been far too long...

"Of course I'll be wanting a table," she said in reply to Darcelle, doing little to ease her uneasiness. "Unless, you'd rather me stand while I eat like some animal in a barn."

Darcelle’s face went crimson and she caught the arm of another waitress that was passing them. She whispered something into her ear and then gave her a swift swat on the behind to see her off again. The waitress moved over to a table that had just become empty and began to wipe it and the chairs down then removed the empty glasses.

“Uh...right this way mylady,” darcelle said as she saw the waitress give her a nod. Darcelle thought it odd that the woman did not give her name but she was not about to ask. It was a rare thing to have a noble come to their Inn. Word of mouth was everything and she would show this woman that the Le Fitte had class. After she sat the woman and her man, she thought him a guard or a man servant not her equal, she stopped the waitress again and sent her to put on a clean apron and told her that she was to serve that table only until they leave and to give them the better ale, wine or spirits...not the watered down bottles. She also said to make sure to tell her to tell the cook that the grouse was not to be too dry. The waitress moved quickly away as the roar of the crowd filled the room at the announcement of a free round of drinks.

Musketeers did not often come to this Inn but Armand loved it and Felix was a friend besides. He had much more fun with commoners than with nobles, save for their daughters who were usually more wanton than many commoner women. Commoners knew how to have fun and appreciated a bit of charity like a free round of drinks far more than a noble would. Armand’s table cleared off and Rochelle finally found her own chair beside him though it looked like she would have been quite happy where she had been in his lap, fondling his cock inside his pants in front of everyone. Guarding the Bishop was not an easy task by any means. It was long hours of retaining vigilance, there were alot of people who wanted him dead after all. He needed nights like these to unwind. As his drink came he shoved his glass to Rochelles and they clinked as they drank.

As her dinner arrived, roasted Grouse that looked perfectly golden and juicy. It sat on a platter surrounded by potatoes and carrots and she was offered three different bottles of white wine to choose from to go with it. As Lorelei looked at their labels, two out of the three were actually quite good, Armand had come near after he returned from the privy. There were a cluster of people that stood in his path and he had had to move around them which brought him close to her table. When her eyes lifted to look at him they found his and right away he felt drawn by them. The pause in his gait was not long but she saw his cheeks color slightly as he looked at the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Considering how beautiful he was, such a reaction to her was indeed something. His eyes fluttered to her man and then he gave her a respectful nod of a bow and a smile as he passed by her table to return to his and Rochelle who flaunted her cleavage to him as he sat down. He did flash another brief glance her way though as he settled back to toward the blonde.

Lorelei had to fight to keep from grinning in delight at Darcelle's reaction. She was going to keep this woman on her toes all night and then just as she was relaxing for the night slit her throat...that is after she and that Musketeer gave his mattress a good workout. Just the thought of his strong, calloused hands on her body was enough to cause her body to flush with desire. He wouldn't miss that blonde...not after getting a taste of what she could offer him instead.

She followed the innkeeper's wife over to a table in one of the corners and was delighted by the flurry of activity around her. This was the life she was meant to have been born into...the life she should have had all along. She took a seat and watched as several fine bottles of wine and the inn's best glasses (no doubt the innkeeper and his wife's very own...probably a wedding present) were brought out and presented to her. Not long after the food arrived. It was not more than she would have expected from an inn's kitchen, but it was at least edible. The young Musketeer had vanished, but she knew he would be back...especially since the blonde whore was still there waiting. She spotted him coming back from the privy and watched as he moved close to her table. She casually glanced up and her eyes met his. She held his gaze for a brief moment and knew then that he was hers. She watched as he walked back over to Rochelle, but couldn't help but notice that he continued to glance her way. In one of those glances he would see her smile at him ever so slightly.

Rochelle asked if he were alright, he was sweating a little and Armand played it off as if he was just warm. If she knew that just looking at a woman...one that he refused to look back at now made him break out in a sweat she’d likely throw her drink in his face. Rochelle was not exactly a regular of the Le Fitte but she knew Darcelle. Not a whore exactly, she had coin but liked to flirt and get bought drinks and food and be doted on. Tonight however she found herself doing everything she could to get Armand to take her up to his room and fuck the daylights out of her but she knew he wasn’t quite there yet. She had seen him here before a few times and until tonight he had ignored her advances for other women that came here on occasion. Tonight he was hers it seemed and she was laying it on pretty thick though she didn’t think so. Darcelle thought she looked foolish but said nothing. Much like Rochelle and she used to say about other women they thought were much like Rochelle was now. Darcelle thought it a grand joke that Rochelle managed to play on herself for once. ‘Miss Propriety’ was nothing more than a trollop.

As the evening wore on, some of the more drunken men sang to Darcelle’s horror but glancing at Lorelie’s table, Lorelie did not seem to mind the slaggards attempts at song but it was difficult to tell at a distance. Lorelie would see Rochelle heading to the privy while a couple of men stopped by Armand’s table to talk with him a moment.

Lorelei continued to watch the young Musketeer from the corner of her eye. She waited patiently for the right opportunity to dispose of the blonde who seemed permanently latched to him. This young man deserved a far better bedmate than her. Lorelei didn't like to brag (well that was a lie...she loved it!), but she was probably the best lover any of her former bedmates had ever encountered. Most of them begged her to stay with them in the morning, but she broke each of their hearts. This time she wouldn't be staying around long enough to see this man in the morning...after all she will have just committed murder and the last thing she liked to do is to stay around for very long afterwards.

Suddenly, she saw Rochelle get up and make her way outside towards the privy. She looked over at her 'guard' and excused him for the remainder of the evening. He would know to remain close by, however. She casually finished her glass of wine and got up from the table. She followed the blonde outside. She moved quietly and like a cat. She came up behind her and clamped her left hand hard over her mouth so she couldn't scream. The woman struggled and screamed against her hand, but the sound didn't carry. Rochelle's eyes widened in horror as the dagger in Lorelei's right hand gleamed in the moonlight.

"Such a pity," Lorelei whispered in her ear. "You were so close to your prize too. It would be rather sad to someone who cared...but thankfully for me...I don't!"

She then plunged the dagger into Rochelle's chest, directly into her heart. She held onto her until she stopped moving and only then did she remove her hand from her mouth. She cleaned her blade on the deceased woman's dress and then she dragged her into the privy and without any obvious remorse she stuffed the body down the dugout and into the waste below. She then stepped out of the privy and smoothed her dress. She concealed her dagger before heading back inside. She noticed the young Musketeer was up and moving towards the bar. She started to walk that way but as she got close to him she let her legs go out from underneath her and when he caught her she looked into his eyes.

"I...I am so terribly sorry...I am weary from travel and I have had too much wine." She then lowered her voice to a whisper. "I certainly hope you can forgive me."

It was the color of her dress that turned him and just in time as he saw her knees begin to buckle. It seemed a surprise to them both that he caught her. She seemed unsteady in his arms but leaned over as he was he was solid though when her eyes fixed upon him he no longer felt that way. His muscles wanted to turn to water. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her skin of her face looked like pale silk and her eyes, there was...pain behind them. A deep sense of longing and yet he also saw confidence and almost a predatory look to them but that faded quickly as her body seemed to soften to his touch.

“Uh...errr...um...mylady,” he stammered and silently cursed himself. “Are...uh, are you alright?” he asked as he stood her up. “There is no need to be sorry, wine can do that to anyone not used to such,” Armand said though he knew he sounded like some country bumpkin to her. She had him all flustered and she had done nothing! When she was back upright she seemed to get her balance back though she held onto his arm. Her eyes seemed to glitter at him in the dim light and his cheeks felt hot. His whole body felt hot and already he was hard for her as if his cock knew something he didn’t. “Please...uh, mylady, let us sit down,” he said completely forgetting about her man and Rochelle for the moment. In just a look it was as if she had reached into his head and mixed up his brains with an eggbeater.

Lorelei knew from the look in his eyes as he held her that she had him completely wrapped around her finger...which made her think about her legs wrapped around him. She leaned into him to 'stead' herself and her breasts pressed against his chest. Her perfume would waft up into his nose and her hands lightly touched his abs. He was firm...so firm. Most of the men she had had lately had been soft buckets of warm pudding (lol I love that line), but this fine young man was not. She wanted him so badly that she feared she might give herself away. She took a breath and calmed herself. She needed to play this carefully and not let him suspect anything. She needed to have him eating out of her hand before letting him eat another part of her.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself from him and smoothed her dress. She made sure her hands moved close to her breasts to bring his attention to them. She smiled at him as he practically tripped over himself to pull out a chair for her. Her eyes glanced ever so slightly down at his crotch and then back up. She smiled and took a seat.

"You are so very kind and please....none of this 'mlady' nonsense. You may call me Elise. From your firm hands I can deduce that you are clearly a Musketeer, but if I may ask the name of savior..."

Her perfume filled his nose and made him feel...giddy. He did not know the scent nor could he even think as his eyes gazed down to the movements of her hands. The lay of her breasts made his throat go dry and for a moment he had forgotten his own name when she asked for it.

“Uh...Armand,” he said quickly remembering. He cursed himself silently. ‘Fool!’“Elise..that is a beautiful name...for a beautiful woman,” he said now just regaining more of his composure. “I would offer you a drink but I think maybe you’ve had too much already? Tell me Elise, what are you doing down here in the commons? I thought I remembered that you had a man with you, is he still nearby...lurking about unseen no doubt?” he asked. Then he remembered Rochelle. He hadn’t seen her in a while. He hoped she had left but didn’t think that was likely. He tried not to think about that and would deal with her when she showed up again. He felt more relaxed as he listened to her, his confidence returned as she went on but he thought he would die if he did not have a taste of her lips.

Lorelei affected an air of relaxed self-confidence. She could not hide that she as young...just barely into her twenties, but she acted like a woman twice her age. She had far more life experiences, however, than most women three times her age. She allowed a soft smile to tug at the corner of her lips.

"Armand," she said in almost a purr. "A strong name for a strong man. I wouldn't be here except our carriage has become damaged and needs to be repaired. No doubt Gaston is checking on the progress now. I was starting to believe my night would be so dull, but then I ran into you," she said as she reached out and ever so lightly began to stroke his hand with her thumb. "Whatever happened to that pretty blonde you seemed so enamored with?"

He smiled as she spoke and he tried not to beam like some village idiot but he felt as if he wanted to. He had been with many women. But his heart raced at her touch and she would feel his pulse through those touches. She exhilarated him just being near him. He shrugged at her compliments almost feeling embarrassed by them. At her mention of Rochelle he turned and frowned at the door.

“I...well, I guess she left,” he said as he turned back but before he could feel confused about that her eyes caught him again and all thoughts of Rochelle left him. “But you’ve quite literally fallen into my arms...good fortune has found me indeed to be sitting here now with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen,” he said honestly. And then he did something that surprised even himself. He shifted his hand and turned his palm up to take hers. “I hope you're Gaston is not to quick with the carriage, I think it would be a sweet sorrow if you left me right now,” he said suggestively and his eyes held a seductive heat in them now that his confidence was back in full form. His voice held an edge to it also, one that threatened to turn their conversation to his favor.

“So...why is not your husband traveling with you Elise?” He asked. Not that it would set him off if she were married. He was going to try to get her in his bed tonight regardless of who she was or where she had come from. The hard part would be letting this one go though he knew.

"Well, that's a pity for her," 'Elise' replied before lowering her voice a little. "...but a lucky break for me." While Armand's cute display earlier had made her smile, it was his rather bold confidence now that made her want to squirm in her seat. She remained poised, however, and she confidently held his gaze as he asked her about her husband.

"I'm traveling for personal reasons...not business related ones. My husband decided to stay at home while I visit my sister at her country home. I just had to come through Paris because I love it so. I must admit that I am rather glad my husband didn't join me. He can be...rather a bore."

With a single finger Armand rubbed at her palm, slowly and softly and he understood that she was indeed married. Oh his next confession was NOT going to be pleasant he thought. But his face between her legs right now would be he thought as he listened to her suggestive words. He wanted to pull back his chair and take her up now but he held fast and remained as calm as he could...outwardly. Inside he thought his heart would beat out of his throat!

“Well, perhaps you might allow me to help make this visit to Paris...a memorable one,” he said a bit more suggestively than he had wanted. Seduction was a game and he felt she was better at it than him. “I’ve lived here for about 11 years now and I don’t think I’ll be leaving it anytime soon. If you were to stay a while, I could take you to a few of the places I enjoy most,” he added and he did smile that time. That statement was much better than the last one. Subtle and yet not.

Lorelei felt a shiver of desire go down her spine at his touch. She so enjoyed the delicate dance of seduction. However, her desire for him was starting to far out weigh the pleasure she got from watching men trip over their own tongues as they tried to get her into their beds. Armand didn't have to say anything. She had wanted him from the first moment she saw him and his words made her nearly turn to jelly. She could wait no longer. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear with a soft, but passionate tone.

"Give me the key to your room. Wait 20 minutes then buy the best bottle of brandy they have here. Then come up and join me."

Gulping audibly he did so and watched her go. He noted that her backside looked every bit as good as the front. After a few minutes, waiting was not his strong suit he did go up and buy the best bottle of brandy Felix had. Felix smiled a knowing smile, he had seen this before after all. Darcelle just sniffed disapprovingly at him like she always did. He waited the full 20 and another 5 just to put her off balance before he entered the room. He hadn’t bothered with glasses, she would be his vessel of choice.

When Armand walked into the room he would be greeted by a sight unlike any he had seen before. 'Elise' was laying on his bed...on her side...facing the door...completely nude. She was not fat, but even without her corset she had a curvaceous body. She was resting up on one elbow while her other warm was delicately laid out down her side. Her breasts were everything he had thought they were and so much more and her nipples were erect with anticipation of what was to come. Her dark hair was down and contrasted her ivory colored skin. She just looked at him with a very slight smile as she waited for his reaction.

What he saw when he entered almost made him drop the bloody bottle of brandy! His eyes took her all in and only after he looked her for a while did he remember to shut the door behind him. It took a real earnest effort not to rip his clothes to shreds to get them off but he managed to be slow and purposeful about that. Her eyes watched him closely when he began. His boots and then his hands unbuckled his belt...slowly. He did unbutton every button and and he saw her anticipation and lack of patience begin to increase. Finally though he revealed what was hidden underneath his clothes and though he knew he might not have been the most impressive man she ever saw, he was no slouch in his nether region. He bit open the bottle and spit out the cork to the side as he moved up toward her.

Somehow, he didn’t know how he retained his calm as his eyes looked her over in the dim light of the lanterns. He laid beside her and then he kissed her, chastely at first, slowly and deliberately tasting her lips, her mouth and her breath. He learned the corners of her lips and their fullness then he kissed much more deeply. With their mouths connected he used his tongue to touch the tip of hers and immediately felt that Elise knew what she was about when it came to kissing. When he pulled away he reached up and took the bottle off the desk.

Turn onto your front, I’m thirsty he said as he let her take a swallow and then feed it to him using her mouth. Once on her stomach he poured the brandy onto the small of her back and her buttocks. He set the bottle down next to the bed than shifted so he could lap up the brandy from her flesh. The small of her back made a small pocket in which to lap up the lovely brandy and then he moved down and slid her cheeks open and availed himself of her darker places with practiced precision. She felt him pull at her right hand and he guided it down to her own buttcheek and bade her to help him spread her open. Once she did she felt his free hand slide down to play with her front while his mouth and tongue played with her behind. His tongue digging into her crevices and moistening the places he intended to make use of later. Ruthlessly he tug his tongue into her butt and pushed his fingers into her pussy deeply. When he felt she had had enough he said, “Turn over or, did you wish me to stop?” he asked innocently as he took up the bottle again. If what he just did, tasting her ass like that didn’t show her what he was about, what he’d do now would for certain sure but he wanted to see what she was capable of to.

Armand's reaction was just what Lorelei had been hoping for. She could see his eyes bulge and his breath catch in his chest. She could also see a tightening of the front of his pants. She continued to just longue there like a cat in a sunny window while he began to undress. She took note of his trembling hands and knew it wasn't out of nervousness, but out of anticipation and desire. She could already tell he was going to make sure she remembered this night. As he removed his clothes she remembered why she loved Musketeers. His body was firm and toned...the body of a man who worked. There were several scars from battles, but to her eyes that only made him that much more attractive. As he removed the last piece of clothing, his pants, her eyes glossed over with flaming hot desire.

As he moved over towards her she sat up slightly to meet him in their first kiss. It started off almost soft, but quickly started to give way to the passion they both were feeling. Lorelei was young, but she certainly knew how to kiss. As the kiss was broken, she watched as Armand reached over to grab the brandy bottle. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly when he told her to roll over onto her front, but her questioning look quickly transformed to one of excitement. She rolled over as he commanded so her backside was presented to him. She suddenly felt him pour some of the brandy onto her lower back and her buttocks. Her eyes widened as he began to lap it up...from all areas. None of her lovers had ever touched that area. This was completely new to her, but her body quickly felt as if it were on fire. She tried to remain in control of herself, but Armand would be able to see just how much she was enjoying what he was doing. She moaned loudly as his tongue got to know her most intimate of spaces. While on her stomach Armand might notice the large scar on her upper back. She whimpered as he pushed his fingers into her and she practically ground herself up against them. As he then commanded her to turn over onto her back she looked over her shoulder at him. Her face was flushed and her skin was already beginning to glisten. She slowly turned over and spread open her legs as wide as they would go. Her green eyes had a hungry...predatory look to them.

Armand gave her the bottle and he lowered himself to her offering and his tongue struck into her like she knew it would. Armand loved the taste of most women. As she poured a little brandy down her front, her own taste melded with the strong, burning taste of the brandy and he lapped and sucked and lapped some more as it flowed down into his mouth. At the apex high up between her folds he sucked at the juices and at that spot. A tiny, little nub that sometimes became obscured in the flesh. As he did he felt her shiver and heard her groan as it hurt some women when he did that while others were able to handle the pain with the pleasure they felt when he did that. This one though did not balk at that and indeed she forced his face down into her and she wanted more of that feeling that teetered between pain and pleasure. He gave her what he thought she wanted as more brandy found its way down to his lips. He worked at her furiously until he heard her moan again and felt her shudder.

Wiping his face he shifted up so his hardness was before her. She handed the bottle to him and he poured some down her breasts then put his hardness between them. He showed her how to hold them around his cock, to press them over him to form a sort of pocket that he slid in and out from. It wasn’t as good a feeling as being inside her would be he knew but he wanted to see how far she’d go to please him and he definitely wanted her to please him.

Lorelei took the bottle and moaned as she felt his tongue enter her. She took a big gulp of the expensive brandy before pouring some it down her front. Armand seemed to enjoy that and she felt him began to lap at it flowed down onto his face. She shivered and groaned as he continued his assault on her. She judged all of her lovers on how well they handled this region and Armand quickly shot to the top of her list as the best. She moaned and nearly screamed as he sucked rather hard at one particular spot. She laced her fingers into his hair and shoved his face harder down against her. Suddenly, her body began to shudder and her toes curled. She collapsed back onto the well worn mattress and looked up to see him now above her chest. She handed the bottle of brandy to him and watched as he poured some onto her breasts. He then did something she wasn't expecting. He placed himself between her breasts and had her push them up around him. She pressed them hard against him to give him some resistance. She looked into his eyes and then grinned.

"I can do far better than that."

She stopped and pushed him over onto his back on the mattress. She grabbed the bottle of brandy and with her eyes locked onto his she poured some of it onto his erect manhood. She then licked her lips before starting an assault on him unlike any he had probably ever experienced. She licked, kissed, and sucked. She kept using more brandy and was starting to become quite drunk in the process.

He liked how she delighted in what he did. Her body reacted how it should if he were doing it right. Her flesh felt so soft and wonderful around him and when she suddenly took charge his eyes grew large as he saw her plunge her mouth upon him. It tickled, her kisses and how she licked him and it felt wonderful when she pressed down with her lips around his shaft. It was more than he could take then he pulled her forward…

With her in his arms he pressed her down atop him even before she managed to get her legs around him. It wasn’t clear to him who gasped more but she felt wonderfully warm and tight as his cock slipped inside of her. As she moved, her legs were surprisingly strong, she lifted herself up and then down slowly. He lifted up slightly to put his hands upon her, he pinched her nipples with his teeth and he heard her moan as if he had done it a little to hard. She didn’t complain though, she just continued to move atop him. As she did he slipped his finger into her ass and her eyes grew large when he did that. She didn’t seem to balk though and he continued like that, his fingers inside of her ass as his cock was inside of her pussy. When he had had enough of that he put her back onto her stomach again and he quickly slipped inside her again as he pressed her down onto the mattress. Slowly he moved atop her, pressing her down. She turned her head to the side so he could kiss her and he did as he moved, grinding himself inside of her, his abdomen up against her very nice ass. After a few minutes of grinding, she was so wet, Armand paused and she felt him shift and felt the tip of his cock in her butt. He grabbed hold of her hands as he held himself there as she loosened up for him. Then, after a short while he moved deeper into her then reached under around her to rub her front as he moved in and out atop her backside. With each slow thrust inward he saw her eyes close and she winced but as he exited the relief of it and his rubbing made her groan with pleasure until he stopped and she felt him stiffen as he came inside of her. He groaned as his filled her ass with his cum and she felt him slipping out as he rolled over to her right against the wall.

Only a few women let him do that to them but he had a feeling about Elise. She was by far the most beautiful and doing that to her brought him more pleasure than she might know. She would remember him for sure now wherever she went and he knew he’d definitely remember her. She allowed him to do what he wanted he only hoped someday, he may see her again to return the favor. It was in that reciprocation that was important to him so he held onto that, already wishing she wasn’t married nor leaving Paris tomorrow. He tried not to sulk though, she was with him still. He laid there, panting, his face red from the effort of the powerful orgasm.

Lorelei delighted in how he reacted and it drove her to please him more. She felt him suddenly starting to tense and then he grabbed her and pulled her forward. Before she could really adjust to the new position she felt his manhood slip inside of her. She was so wet it slipped in easily, but filled her completely. It was such an incredible feeling. She began to move atop him, controlling her movements to maximize her pleasure. She finally found the right angle and moaned as she felt him suddenly use his teeth to pinch one of her nipples. It hurt a little, but also felt wonderful. Suddenly, she felt one of his hands move around her backside and she felt one his fingers slip inside her from behind. Her eyes widened and she groaned at the feeling. She was so close....but then he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach and began to take her from behind. She ground herself back up against him and turned her head so he could kiss her. Their tongues entangled as they sat there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling. But then Armand began to move. She moaned and even moaned his name (something she had never done with any other lover). She was close again...desperate for sweet release...when suddenly she felt him pull out of her. She was about to protest...and even yell at him, but she closed her mouth when she suddenly felt the tip move up. She was suddenly nervous. She had never been taken that way before and did not know what to expect. However, she allowed him to press himself into her. It was painful at first...very painful. She relaxed her muscles as best she could and she felt him reach under her to grab hold and push himself the rest of the way in. After a moment he began to move in and out. Lorelei gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. She had never experienced anything like it. It was a mixture of pain and the purest pleasure she had ever felt. She wanted to scream from both. She cried out as she suddenly came, her body shuddering and her muscles tensing. Only seconds later she heard Armand groan and stiffen. She then felt that familiar, warm stickiness fill her. He didn't pull out so much as just slip out and she felt him roll over against the wall. She lay there on the stomach working to catch her breath. She was glistening with sweat and her hair was damp. They both smelled of brandy. After a few moments she rolled over onto her side and reached over to grab the bottle. There was only a little left. As she moved her back would be exposed to him and if it hadn't noticed the scar on her back before he probably would now.

She felt his fingers graze along her scar though he was still out of breath. ‘This...this looks like it was from a crossbow or an arrow?” he asked. It did look more like a crossbow wound. He’d seen them many times on men. He was certain now it was from a crossbow.

“Who would shoot such a beautiful woman in the back?” He asked surprised and more than a little outraged. He let her finish the brandy, he wasn’t sure if he hurt her to much and she wasn’t just being strong but he definitely thought she came again while he was fucking her ass.