All For A Signature

The driver did not need to stop and it was a few more hours and they were far into the rolling farmlands and plantations that existed here in the country. The Voltaire Farm was butted up against Severin’s families vineyard. He actually made decent wines and a few vintages were actually quite nice. He had an extraordinary palette and designed several of the vintages himself. The Voltaire farm had fertile soil and Severin had wanted that farm for as long as he could remember. Only now did the Pineau family begin to have financial difficulties and Severin had been hounding the Patriarch, Ansel to sell to him. He offered a fair price but Ansel hated Severin and however no other offers had come thus far so he held fast to his families land.

The coach finally stopped though she knew they had been close for some time, the dirt had turned into paving stones. There was a fountain of a dancing horse in the front built in white stone and the house was white with large round pillars that held up a massive deck up top. Servants came out, she was unexpected but a place like this was always prepared to receive visitors. Before her bags were taken however a balding man, short and thick around the middle opened up her coach and put down the step. He was dressed in blue velvet with white knickers and black shoes that were highly polished. He had a long nose and he had an arrogant voice when he spoke.

“The Pineau Farm is always happy to receive visitors, my lady, and you are?” he asked and waited for her response. Not exactly a kind greeting, borderline rude but she was there.

Lorelei closed her eyes and tried to rest for a while, but between the bumping and the memories of her erotic encounter with Armand, it was rather difficult. She finally just resigned herself to looking out the window as the country passed by. She much preferred the city of Paris to the country. It was far too quiet for her liking out in the country. In Paris there was always something to do and no shortage of excitement.

Finally, the Voltaire Farm appeared in the distance and several minutes later they were pulling up in front of the large house. Almost immediately servants appeared and began to collect her bags. A moment later a short, balding, rotund man appeared and from his dress she could only assume he was Ansel. She allowed him to help her down from the coach and it was a relief to stretch her legs.

"I am Isabelle Dumond," she replied with a charming smile and a twinkle in her eye. "I am a friend of Lord Severin."

The man’s mouth twitched but he said nothing. He bowed low to her. “My lady Isabelle, my name is Orsoun, the butler, if you would be so kind to follow me, I shall show you to your rooms. My Lord Voltaire is in his study. Once you freshen I am sure he will be pleased to receive you,” he said. The house was not near as lavash as hers was but it was nicely kept. Thick, pleated curtains in bright colors, paintings and tapestries lined the walls. As she came in Dogs approached her, large, brown and tan dogs with to much skin on their bodies it seemed. They sniffed her and moved on further into the house. She was taken up a curved, wooden staircase, the floor was a colorful carpeting and the walls were painted yellow. Her rooms were fairly large, there were 2, one was for a servant or lesser but the her bed was a massive, dark wood 4 poster with crimson pleated curtains to close it off. The blankets were brocaded in reds, yellows and greens and the room smelled of dried herbs that had the scent of Jasmine.

Her bags were already there and a young woman came into her rooms and bowed. “Hell and well met mylady Issabelle, I am Solaine, if you require anything, please ring for me by pulling down upon the cable there,” she gestured to a long, black cable up against a wall. Solaine had very tanned skin, almost black and her dark hair was in a white cloth on her head. She wore a clean, white apron with a light blue dress and white, cloth shoes that made little noise when she walked. She was thin and pretty for someone so dark and she waited there with her hands clasped before her until she was dismissed.

Something about the coach tickled at Armand’s memory but he couldn’t grasp it. For some reason it made him think of Elise and as he took a long drink from his mug of ale he wished he could see her again. Married and might even have children for all he knew. She was well taken care of, despite the scar it seemed to him. He masterbated to the memory of her more than a few times since that night and the few other women he had been with really hadn’t turned him on. He had sex with those women. With Elise it was much more than that. There was a connection, an understanding, unspoken and yet very strong. Athos clapped him on the back...hard.

“I told you to forget her Armand,” he said as he ordered his own ale. “That sort is long gone. Far gone for the likes of men like you and I,” he added. “I hardly believe one night could make you fall that hard for any woman...hell, most of us wish we ‘were’ you with that face of yours.” Athos took a drink then held his mug in his hands. “The Masquerade ball is coming up, do yourself a favor, find a young, pretty nobleman’s daughter that puts a fire in your loins and forget about this woman my friend,” he told him. Armand just drank sullenly.

Lorelei followed Orsoun into the house. As she walked she couldn't help but glance around. Despite it's nicely kept appearance, Lorelei could see signs that money was running low. Still, it wasn't a dump by any means either. She suddenly felt a wetness on her hand and jumped. She looked down to see several large, wrinkly dogs. She much preferred sleeker, more elegant dogs, such as Russian Wolfhounds, of which she had several back at Severin's manor. She slipped past the dogs and continued to follow Orsoun. He led her up to her rooms, which included a large, 4 poster bed and brocaded blankets. The room had large windows which let in a lot of natural light. She was pleased to see her bags had already been delivered to her room. A young woman, clearly a servant, quickly appeared and bowed to her. Lorelei looked her over with a quick glance. She was young, but pretty with rather dark skin.

"Unpack my bags and take special care with my dresses. There is a burgundy dress which I would like you to lay out so that I might change before going to see your Lord. Please ensure your hands are clean before you begin to unpack however."

With that Lorelei walked into the bathroom to fresh up while Solaine unpacked her things and laid out her dress."

Solaine remained to help her dress and to put her things she took off back neatly and orderly. The woman was a quick learner, Lorelei only needed to tell her to do something once and she did it exactly as she wanted. That and she did not speak unless asked a question specifically. Good servants were difficult to find and the woman though young aced like one misstep could mean her livelihood. In the Mirror Lorelei looked incredible in red and Solaine silently smiled and nodded approvingly before she was dismissed to fetch the butler. A few minutes later Orsoun arrived and he led her to the study.

The study was mostly made of polished wood and a little green paint. The paintings were of hunting scenes and scenes of nature. Old relics, antiques and the like crowded many of the walls and shelves but there were also rows and rows of books bound in different styles. At the large, oak desk a man with gray and silver hair looked up from what he was reading then stood at her approach. ‘The Lady Isabelle Dumond my lord,” he said then stepped out of the room.

Ansel was not so frail as she might have guessed from Severin’s description. He was tall, broad at the shoulders and thigh and he had a very well defined calf in his large, black boots. From her experience, tall men with large feet were hung like mules and he had broad shoulders to boot. He wore a long, brown overcoat with dark green britches. He bowed to her politely but his eyes were stern and knowing.

“I’d recognize that coach anywhere mylady Isabelle...You are one of Severin’s I expect...that means he brings me another offer?” he said but his eyes did pause to take her in and she could tell that he liked what he saw. “You may tell Severin that he will be paid in full as we discussed the last time I spoke to him. I’ll not be brow beaten into selling!” He said irritably. “Now, was there something else?” He asked and changed his stance, one leg more forward than the last which told her he was taking offense at her being here. She knew body language as well as French and this man was not a patient one. That and he was...worried? Though how so she could not say.

Lorelei was quite pleased with how well Solaine handled her commands. She handled her dresses carefully, but did not move slowly. She helped her out of her traveling dress and into the burgundy. The burgundy dress was low cut and her corset pushed her breasts up and together. The dress showed off her curves without being obvious or whorish. To draw more attention to her bosom she put on a necklace with a pendant that hung down towards her chest. She finished dressing by spritzing on a little more perfume.

Orsoun arrived to show her to the study. She followed him quietly, her eyes lightly scanning various rooms they passed for any...tokens she might take home with her. Finally, they arrived at Lord Voltaire's study. As she was shown in and announced she looked Lord Voltaire over. He was not quite as Severin had described. She found him to be more virile and quite tall and broad. She could imagine him to be quite the lover. She slowly walked towards him.

"I am a friend of Lord Severin. He asked me to come on his behalf. However, it appears that you are quite made up on your price. I wouldn't blame you. From what I could see you have an excellent piece of land. I have had quite a long journey however. Would you allow me a few days rest before returning? And of course your generous company..."

He looked at her oddly, did she not have the terms or did she? He nearly chuckled. “So, you do not have his terms in writing? This IS Severin after all. I’ve heard of how he ‘uses’ the courts against those he deals with when the outcome of such decisions favor him. If you’ve none to offer, then I have little to consider yes?” Or in other words, she could leave right now if all he intended to do was tantalize him with a pretty face and he did find her very much so. It was obvious by the bulge...a rather large one at that, that he found her attractive. Old men like him enjoyed simple comforts but he was also a stubborn sort she could tell and Severin had soured the milk already.

"Oh, I have them," Isabelle replied. "I can bring them down. But I would much prefer your company for a while." She had been moving closer to him and had not failed to notice the reaction her appearance had gotten from him. It was more than obvious. "I certainly hope your opinion of me is not soured by your interactions with Lord Severin." She was now in front of him. She ever so gently reached up and touched his chest. "I'm far better company than him I can assure you."

His lips pursed and released and pursed again as if he was deciding something then he got a good glimpse of her cleavage. “What company would an old man be to such a beautiful lady?” he asked honestly and still with a bit of stubbornness in his voice. She could tell he was not entirely proper. Likely brought up hunting game in the woods and likely built or helped build up this farm with his own two hands. Strong, large hands by their look. He had a hard chest also. Not much about Ansel was soft. Severin had grown very soft in the past years. Ansel was likely out doing the work along side his hands. And she could see the calloused, roughness of hands that held a hoe or a plow. His eyes were a deep blue and his face was cleanly shaven. At 6’4” tall she guessed he must weigh a good 220 pounds. In the pause between him she did catch a glimmer of a grin upon his face and he finally nodded in relent to her. “Well...I suppose you are at that,” he said and he extended his rather large arm to her to take.

She was quite short compared to him so he had to keep his arm low for her. He showed her some of the house and his family lived there with him. His daughter Carine, a larger woman with nut brown hair and brown eyes and son-in-law named Hugh, a very thin, tall man with dark brown hair and green eyes. Their son Tristan, Ansel’s pride and joy of a grandson that looked alot like his mother but had lost his baby fat a while back and was well mannered and respectful to her besides. His farm was mainly wheat and grains but also cabbages, lettuce and other green vegetables that were popular in and around Paris. He had been using a type of earthworm to revitalize his soil which made his produce large and hearty. He was a good, decent man she had come to discover and he warmed to her rather quickly.

At dinner, roasted chickens, with potatoes and salad with a peppered vinaigrette, they all were interested in her stories and Ansel told his Grandson’s favorite about the fox they found half dead and he ended the hunt with a fox on his horse instead of in his game bag. He did hunt but he had a soft, compassionate side to him also.

OOC: Oh my he sounds awfully nice!

Lorelei smiled and took Ansel's arm and allowed him to show her his home. She knew she needed to be patient with him. She would have her way, but she needed to make him decide it was the best choice. She knew from only a short time with him that that would be the only way. She needed to gain his trust and then get him into bed. A couple rounds with her and he would likely give her anything she wanted.

She politely greeted his family and was glad to see there wasn't a wife. She decided she could use his sexual frustrations to her advantage. She asked him many questions about his farm and laughed and smiled at any jokes he told. She could already see he was becoming putty in her hands. She was happy to join them for dinner and quite enjoyed the food. She lied about her past and family, using one of the backgrounds she kept in her mind for such occasions.

After dinner the rest of the family retired, leaving Isabelle alone with Ansel in the sitting room. They were drinking wine and sitting close to one another on a sofa. She put down her glass and moved closer to him.

"I hope I am not being too forward, but what is a man such as yourself doing alone? You have your family...but no...female company..."

Ansel was not a fool, Severin was a snake and If this Isabella was a friend, she was also hiding in the grass ready to pounce upon him. But the wine had affected him. What he saw now was an alluring woman who seemed to genuinely like him. He knew he was no real catch for her. She was young and strong and very beautiful. But she was here, now, with him and he wanted her. Wanted to feel her young, warm body up against him. Wanted to taste the wine on her lips that looked so full and healthy. Had did not realize that she had taken the wine from his fingers nor that her hand was on his thigh. Before he realized what he was doing his mouth was on hers and she tasted far sweeter than he had previously thought. He pulled her atop him and his face moved down and she felt his tongue snake in between her breasts. She could tell he was already ready for her. Long years without a woman would make this first encounter brief if she did not temper his resolve.

Lorelei was rather surprised by Ansel's strong reaction. He practically pounced on her and he kissed her deeply and far more passionately than she had originally expected. She kissed him back just as passionately and was just starting to plan out her moves in her head when he suddenly pulled her atop him and practically shoved his tongue down her cleavage. She could feel he was more than ready for her, but she needed to make this last longer than two minutes. She gently took hold of his head and pulled it out from where it was buried in her chest.

"Easy there..." she whispered passionately. "Let's take our time with this...I want to make it last as long as possible."

She then got off of him. "Let me undress for you while you watch."

She then proceeded to ever so slowly and tantalizingly strip off her clothes before Ansel. She made sure he watched her every move. She teased him...played with him and could see his growing desire to rip her dress from her body. Soon she stood naked before him, save for the necklace she still wore.

He smiled as she tugged his boots off then tossed them haphazardly behind her. He let her loosen his belt and his shirt buttons and both his shirt and coat came off easily though she had to fight to keep his strong hands from latching onto her. He stood to take off his pants and he was indeed standing proudly before her. In fact, it was one of the largest and longest penises she had ever seen though he never really paid any attention. He sat back down and she detected he wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. His broad chest was thick, with soft, dark and graying hair which was the same for the hair between his legs. His eyes never left her body she saw and his lips parted in anticipation to whatever was going to happen next. He was putty in her hands. He was hers to command or please as she wished.

Lorelei grinned as she pulled off his boots and tossed them back behind her. She loosened his belt and pulled off his shirt and coat. She watched as he stood to remove his pants and her eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight that was revealed. He was certainly well endowed and she licked her lips slightly. He sat down with his manhood very erect between his legs, but seemed unsure of what to do next. He seemed to be waiting for her to act. Normally, she wouldn't care about her male counterpart, but for some reason she wanted to give Ansel pleasure. Perhaps it was because he had been nice to her and seemed quite lonely. She wasn't sure. But she wanted to give him a night he wouldn't soon forget...especially when she presented the papers to him to sign.

She began by kneeling down in front of him. She spread his knees wide and moved closer to him. Remembering what Armand had her do to him in the inn she took her breasts and wrapped them around his manhood and began to massage it with her soft, ample breasts. She looked up at him as she did this. She wanted to know he was enjoying this...and he certainly was from all of the sounds coming from his mouth. Then, keeping her breasts wrapped around him she moved her mouth down to suck on him while massaging. She knew she wouldn't be able to do this for long. She didn't want him to come before she got her satisfaction. She began to sense him tensing and so she withdrew her mouth, leaving it rather slick with saliva. She looked up into his eyes.

"Are you enjoying yourself Lord Voltaire?"

He groaned with pleasure for her response. His cock was a shade darker than the rest of him and her attentions made it darker still. It was a massive thing that had gone unused for many years. It stood tall for her now though and it looked ready for whatever she wanted to do to it and him. His eyes were deep blue pools of pleasure and they adored her right then with a heat that traveled down his spine. She saw a bit of cum dribble out of him, it was a good thing she had paused or he’d have blown his load on her breasts. Her pause had been enough for everything to placate but his hardness never softened.

“Don’t stop Isabelle, please,” he said endearingly.

Lorelei could feel his manhood twitching slightly between her breasts. She grinned at him, but let her breasts fall away. She could see the disappointment in his eyes but she moved up closer to him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue expertly entwining his. She then pulled back and grinned at him. She moved back down onto the floor and onto one of the rugs. She then spread her legs before him and grinned.

"I think it's my turn for a little treat."

He moved down onto the floor but moved up beside her like a child in a candy shop that wanted more of the good stuff. His cock was set before her to pleasure as he pulled her atop him. He pulled her over him so that she straddled his face and though she felt his tongue move inside of her he didn’t really know what to do with it. His fingers however seemed to know where to go. With his tongue moistening her, it was warm for sure, his whole body was warm and his fingers moved in circles on her spot. It was only a matter of time before she came now that he found it though.

Lorelei did her best to make sure he didn't cum too soon, but finally she knew it was time for the grand finale. She mounted him there on the floor and rode him like a wild horse. There would have been no doubt to anyone walking by the room what was happening. Their moans, groans and grunts carried down the hallway. Lorelei did most of the work, but that was alright. She had learned with these older men that it was just easier if she remained on top and in charge. Most of them were too fat to mount her easily without crushing her. Ansel was not, but she enjoyed the almost shocked look on his face as she rode him like a wild woman. She was surprised to find herself suddenly thinking of Armand and she had to consciously control herself so she wouldn't scream out his name. Instead, Ansel's name came out as she ground herself down hard upon him. She felt his balls tighten and suddenly felt him explode inside of her.

Over the next two days they barely left his bed. They fucked constantly and she was surprised at the amount of energy he had. Finally, she knew it was time. She had managed to leave the bed long enough to obtain the leather documents pouch. She had it laying on his beside table as she pleasured him. When she felt he was close she pulled her head up and grabbed the document pouch. She could hear him whimpering for release. She got up close to his ear.

"Sign the papers and I will give you what you want," she whispered in almost a catlike purr.

Ansel was utterly taken with Isabelle, completely under her spell. Each time she fucked him, he called it making love to him she was a wildcat hungry for its dinner which he didn’t mind at all being. He doted upon her, whispered sweetly of his love and devotion to her in her ear. His daughter had caught onto what was happening but he would not hear her concerns, Isabelle was all to him. On that last day he actually knew what to do with his tongue and he lapped up her juices greedily. His face was still wet with her as he signed the papers, the rolled and sealed document left untouched. He did what she told him to do and was completely and madly in love with her. Later, when she finally broke the seal to the rolled document, the other three safely tucked back into the courier pouch, this is what she read.

“Ansel, you old goat, interest on your loans have increased again. Payment will be due at the end of the year or you and your family will be removed from the farm or so I hear!”

She knew that wasn’t exactly true, there had been no term limit set and it could be contested in court easily enough. Landlords could not be so unreasonable in the first place and in the second, the laws were different for farmers which Ansel was.

“However, if you were to kill the courier of this document and her driver, you may consider this debt to be paid in full. No one should know she was ever there and her real name is Lorelei Baudelaire, wanted by many authorities. Kill her outright and you may consider the slate clean between us.”

He left it unsigned as to not have it traced back to him. What this was was a forced hand. Severin knew she’d end up killing him when he tried to kill her and then...and then she’d have to kill his entire family and the servants...everyone to cover it all up. 14 people would likely have to die to keep her face off of a wanted poster. She was surprised it hadn’t been on one already but no one could tie her to her past murders. Suspicion was not enough for condemnation by the authorities and she doubted Armand had described her to anyone. Not without proof she had done anything. 14 people, one of them a boy! Severin was greedy, she knew that but this...this was cold even for him. Either that or she was getting soft. It now became clear to her he wanted them dead, out of the way so he could take their farm free and clear when they defaulted by being dead.

"Isabelle, my beautiful goddess, come to bed," Ansel said sleepily. He had felt for her and she was not there. He liked to cuddle with her. Her warmth seemed to soothe his aging bones and he had long ceased being the grumpy man she had first met. He had already proposed to her more than once and promised to leave her everything in his will despite his daughters vehemence that she was nothing more than a harlot after his money and the farm. He promised to care for her and love her for the rest of his days and somehow she knew he really meant that.

Lorelei was awake and watching Ansel as he rested. She glanced over at the rolled document and curiosity began to overcome her. She slipped out of the bed carefully, so as not to awaken Ansel, and took the rolled document and broke the seal. She slowly unrolled it and began to read what was written there. Her eyes widened in horror and she nearly gasped. She couldn't believe what she was reading. She had known Severin since she was 15 and had done horrible things for him, but she never would have expected something like this. She couldn't murder an entire family! Especially when a young child was involved. She felt herself becoming angry. She glanced over at Ansel before tossing the document into the fire. She watched it burn down and as she stood there she heard Ansel calling her back to bed. She looked over at him and smiled a little before walking over and crawling back in beside him. She kissed him gently a few times and then looked at him.

"I must leave in the morning."

He must not have heard her he was already making the nasally sound of sleep as he settled up against her. The next morning he begged and begged for her not to go. He professed his love to her and she knew he would have agreed to almost anything however eventually he accepted it. His daughter gave her a smug look as Orsoun loaded her bags into the carriage. However before she left him Ansel whispered into her ear.

“I love you dearly Isabelle. I know I am an old man but I have many years yet. I’d treat you proper as a husband should with respect and honor,” he added. “You’ve shown me that there is a life worth living and I intend to live this one to the fullest...thank you,” he said and she could tell he was getting pretty choked up. His cold, stubborn exterior had melted completely away in just the few days she spent with him. He waved to  her carriage as it pulled away down the cobbled street.

Leaving was one of the hardest things Lorelei had ever had to do. She did not love Ansel as he did her, but he had been the first man she had ever met who had treated her with respect and love. Part of her actually wanted to accept his proposal and live there happily with him, but she would be living a lie and Severin would soon come for her. She didn't want to risk what he might do to the family.

She stood outside the carriage as Orsoun loaded her bags. As Ansel whispered lovingly into her ear she was surprised to find she actually had to fight back a few tears. She reached up and gently caressed his cheek.

"I will never forget you Ansel and the kindness you have shown me."

She looked into his eyes for a moment before stepping into the carriage. As it pulled away she looked out the window and back at him. She watched him until the carriage was out of view. When Ansel returned to his room he would have found one of her pendant necklaces sitting on his pillow. A gift to him for his kindness and something to forever remember her by.

ooc: new thread! Muahahahahaa