The Return of Lady Honoria Page 2

  “Do it again! Her cunny tightened up.”

  The first man pushed the taper into Clarissa, working it in and out hard enough to make her squeal. The thick, wet slurp made Honoria lean in closer. A candle! Who would have thought to use one, and down there of all places? She wondered how it felt to have an inanimate object ravish her, and wished she could ask Clarissa; although how one would frame the question she didn’t know.

  Clarissa made strangled grunts, the rapid kick of her legs slowing until she was undulating in mindless pleasure.

  Honoria drove herself down on Michel’s cock, licking her suddenly dry lips. Clarissa cried out. The first man had bundled his cock with the heavy wax taper and was using it to increase his already considerable girth. He’d thrown one of Clarissa’s legs back for easy access and had managed to get the head of his cock into her, but the candle was giving her difficulty. As Honoria watched, she pulled her buttocks wide, using her thumbs to ease the candle inside her.

  “Demn, she's tight.”

  “I can feel you,” the other man said thickly, “rubbing against me.”

  There was wax on everything, but no one seemed to notice. The two men kissed over Clarissa’s head as she shook and mewled, breasts drawn up small and tight.

  They came at the same time, tongues working as they ignored the woman between them. The first man pulled out and stood, lowering a hand to his partner. Within seconds, they were gone leaving Clarissa huddled on the floor of the grotto, moaning.

  Honoria tried to focus on something other than Michel’s cock. Despite her excitement, it was getting harder to separate pleasure from the pain. “Does she require assistance?”

  Michel's lips brushed the hair over her ear. “She liked it, mon petit ange. And she is known to like it. Watch—”

  As if by Michel's magical ordering, a woman walked from the edge of the grotto into the now poorly-lit room and pulled Clarissa to her knees. A man came up behind Clarissa, kicked her knees apart and shoved his cock in her without pausing to inquire as to her willingness and within minutes they were all writhing on the ground, limbs and mouths tangled until Honoria couldn’t tell who was doing what to whom.

  “If you went up to her now,” continued Michel, “you could have her anyway you wanted, so could every man in that ballroom.”

  Honoria squirmed. Michel’s cock felt like a club inside her, battering at her sensitive flesh. One hand clamped over her still swollen mound and held her in place while his fingers jabbed at her clit.

  “Oh!” she cried. “Oh! Please, Michel—”

  Michel kissed the nape of her neck. “It hurts, yes?”

  “Yes!” she moaned, only able to sort pain from the incredible wash of sensations flooding her senses.

  “Then I will be quick about it.” Pushing her down on her knees, he knelt and crouched over her.

  Honoria had only been on her knees once. From this angle it felt like he was banging the back of her throat. He slammed into her so quickly; she barely had time to brace herself. Tension coiled at the base of her spine, and made her cry out.

  Michel abruptly stopped and got to his feet.

  Honoria rolled over panting, eyes wild. “You can’t leave me like this!”

  Michel pulled a small linen square from his coat and wiped his still erect cock. “There are any number of men roaming the night. If you would like a cock, I’m sure someone will oblige you. If you want me to fill that hungry little hole, I will send a carriage three days hence.” He bowed politely and pushed himself into his trousers. “Until then, mademoiselle.”

  Chapter Two

  If there was a hell, Honoria wished Danton and Michel joy of it. Three days without a word from her on and off again lover, and a bad case of the blue devils from Michel’s abrupt finish. By the time Michel’s wildly expensive, but very discrete carriage rolled to a quiet stop just outside the servant's entrance she was so highly strung she couldn’t stand still. Daisy unlatched the gate for Honoria and grabbed at her hand when she would have passed.

  “Be careful, m'lady! His servants call him the Devil!”

  “Do they really?” A delicious shiver swept Honoria.

  Michel’s eyes were certainly devilish, and the way he'd awakened all her baser instincts put him—if not in league with Satan, then certainly on the road to perdition.

  “If you're not back by morning,” Daisy continued vehemently, clinging to Honoria’s hand, “I'll send Robbie.”

  Sleeping with her maid had created a tiger. Daisy’s already strong concern for Honoria had turned into a protective streak. Honoria checked to make sure no faces were staring out of the windows and risked a quick hug. “Thank you, Daisy.”

  Daisy hugged her back. “Be careful, m’lady!”

  The carriage door swung open and a short little man who barely came up to Honoria's hips jumped out. Dressed in heavy, old-fashioned livery and a neatly powdered wig, he gave her a faintly cynical look and jerked out an awkward bow.

  Honoria accepted his help and settled into the plush interior. The seating was beautifully upholstered in soft red velvet, and everything that wasn't carved and gilded was inlaid with ivory or mother of pearl. Honoria swept a hand over the luxurious seat cushion and glanced out the window into the damp London night.

  She would have preferred Danton. Everything was a hundred times better with Danton smirking up his shirt sleeve. Not that she was difficult to find if he’d had the slightest inclination to look for her. Drat the man and his secrets. They didn’t know each other well enough for confidences, although that was his fault. She’d followed him to London. She wanted to talk to him. Her hand clenched abruptly and just as abruptly opened to pinch the skin between her eyes. She’d followed him to London? It was a wonder he hadn’t run screaming at the sight of her. Was she that desperate?

  The little man got into the carriage, clambered up on the opposite seat and rapped on the panel behind him. “We shall be at Little Oakham within the hour, my lady.”

  Honoria forced herself to smile.

  The strange little man leaned back in his seat and watched her. “You're very pretty,” he said finally.

  “Thank you,” said Honoria.

  Light from the carriage lanterns made his pale brown eyes stand out. “My lord told me to make sure you enjoyed yourself.”

  The man lurched across the carriage, lifted her gown and burrowed his face between her legs. The first touch of his hot, wet tongue on her flesh made her jump. He didn't try to touch her in any other way, just plunged his tongue between her nether lips and ran it down her cleft, licking into her hole. His face pushed against her, teeth working her hidden nub while his mouth tried to suck her dry.

  Honoria’s angst vanished. She didn't recognize the sounds she was making, grunting and thrusting her hips. She pulled her skirts up and shuddered at the sight of his forehead between her thighs. No one had ever touched her with their tongue. The sensation was strange and brazenly decadent. Was this how a man felt when he was suckled?

  “What are you doing?” she gasped, smacking her fan down across his shoulders.

  The little man sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and regarded her gravely. “If you relax, it'll feel better.”

  He waited for a second, studying her response, Honoria realized. “Do you get anything out of this?” she questioned, wondering if it would look odd to push her skirt down while they were talking. “Surely you need…release?”

  He shook his head and gestured down at his crotch. “I am fine, m'lady. But thank you for asking.”

  Honoria glanced down between her knees to the non-existent bulge in his trousers. “You aren't attracted to me?”

  He looked horrified. “I'm a servant, m’lady. It's my job to serve.”

  Honoria didn't want to tell him about her servants, and instead sat up. “Come over here,” she commanded.

  He crawled up on the bench beside her and sat warily. “M’lady?”

  “Take off your breeches.”
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  “M'lady?” he almost squeaked, holding both hands over a rapidly growing bulge.

  Perhaps he needed direction? Honoria gave him a very firm look. “Take off your breeches and show yourself to me,” she said.

  His cock wasn't as long as Robbie's, or as wide as Danton's but it was respectable and boasted an oddly large, knobby head shaped like a plum. It protruded from between strongly muscled and incredibly hairy thighs, the head a deep reddish-purple. She reached out to wrap her hand around him and he yelped, eyes wide.

  He was hot and throbbed, jerking and trembling in her hand like an over-shy animal. Honoria swept her hand up and down his length and watched as his eyes rolled up in his head.

  “This is wrong,” he moaned.

  The hair on his thighs intrigued Honoria. It was coarse and wiry to the touch. She tugged at it and was surprised to see his hips thrust forward.

  “Take off your shirt and let me see you.”

  His hands skittered over his buttons, shaking like leaves. “This isn't a good idea,” he said.

  “Your master told you to make sure I had a good time.”

  The man pulled his shirt off, revealing a heavily muscled—if extraordinarily short—torso thickly covered from throat to waist in curly black hair. The idea of all that hair sliding against her body got Honoria oddly excited. Except for a little hair on his crotch, Danton was almost completely hairless, while Robbie had what Honoria expected was a normal amount of hair.

  She reached out to trace the heavy muscle over the man's belly and knotted her hand in his luxuriant pelt, tugging him toward her. He crawled up on the bench seat beside her and let her explore his body.

  Her hand couldn't close over the head of his cock. “How very interesting,” she whispered.

  “Please, my lady! If you keep touching me, I'll dirty you.” He pulled his cock from her and pushed the hardened length back against his belly, shielding it with both hands.

  He truly didn't look well, and Honoria was shocked to find herself touched by his plight. She let her thighs fall open and brushed her skirts aside. “I would like you to fuck me,” she said.

  The man moaned, sliding his hands up and down over his rigid shaft. He crawled up between her thighs, and touched the head of his cock to her. He was hot and shiny with pre-cum, and he pushed into her cautiously, eyes on her face. The head stuck for a second as she struggled to open wide around him and he finally slid into her with a rush, burying his heated rod in her depths with a heartfelt moan. He pulled her down, bending her legs over the edge of the seat so he could stand. Almost immediately his hips swung back and set up a wild, eager rhythm. The head of his cock felt like the knob of a cane sliding in and out of her, big, round and rigid. It was the oddest feeling.

  The tips of her toes twitched and she abruptly kicked his ass with her heels. “Stop right there!”

  His eyes widened until the whites showed all around, but he managed to stop pumping. “M'lady?” he choked out.

  “Stay where you are and move…very slowly back and forth.”

  The head of his cock withdrew slightly and slapped back into place. Honoria threw her head back, lips parted as a wave of dizzying pleasure shook her.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  He did it again without being asked and went into a frenzy, bucking into her as hard as he could.

  “My lady,” he cried, face buried in her belly as his cock jerked and gushed within her. His hips refused to move and remained crushed to her while he made little grunting sounds.

  Honoria ran a hand down his back and locked her fingers over the rounded swell of his ass cheeks. She could feel his trembling pleasure and the way his cock went limp like a ball on the end of a string.

  He pulled out slowly and fell back against the opposite bench, panting. As she watched his cock grew turgid, and the thick purple head rose, filling up big and shiny.

  “Surely you aren't ready to go again,” she said, running her nails over that incredible head.

  He gave her a quick, sidelong look and pushed one of her legs back on itself. Liquid dribbled between Honoria's thighs, squeezed out of her by the unnatural position. He pushed her other leg back and held her completely exposed to his lascivious gaze while the tip of his cock prodded at her, pushing her delicate lips out around his swollen tip.

  She shivered, hips thrusting up to capture his flesh. From her half-reclining position she could see between her thighs to where his tip pressed for entrance.

  “I'd like to fuck you again, m'lady—if you don't mind?”

  A bump jostled them so the tip of his cock slid downwards and brushed her nether ring. Except for that first time with Robbie, she hadn't had another man in her ass.

  “Do you have lotion?” she questioned, glancing at the sumptuous appointments of Michel's carriage.

  He reached down into a cabinet built under the bench seat and pulled a small glass flask from a heavily cushioned niche. “You want me to fuck you…there?” he questioned, watching the tip of his cock prod her puckered ring.

  Honoria held on to the back of her ankles. “Yes,” she breathed. “Use your fingers first.” She remembered Robbie stretching her, and the head of his cock wasn't nearly as big as the one pressed against her.

  The man moistened his finger and gently pushed into her tightly closed hole. “Does that hurt?”

  “No,” she told him, struggling to get a better look at what he was doing. “More!”

  He gulped, throat working. His eyes darted to his finger diligently working her ass, and added another two.

  Honoria's hips thrust as he pumped into her. “I'm not…in pain,” she said. “Faster!”

  “It's tight,” he protested.

  “Then loosen it!”

  “I don't think this is a good idea,” he moaned.

  “Spread your fingers!”

  A fourth finger joined the three already in her. His pupils had dilated and he was shivering, but his cock looked almost painful, a bright shiny red, oozing at the tip. His fingers spread, holding her open long enough for him to fill her with sweet-smelling oil. Pressure built in her little used passageway. She could feel the individual shapes of his fingers, stretching her. Her nipples were so tight, they hurt.

  “Now!” she demanded, holding him with her eyes. “Put your cock in me. Do it now!”

  He placed his cock against her and pushed. “You're so hot,” he said thickly.

  His cock filled her from side to side, the head wedged in her opening as he struggled to push his hips against her splayed flesh. Honoria grabbed the rounded cheeks of his ass and jerked, shivering as the thick, bulbous head screwed in past her outer defenses.

  Honoria panted, eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh my God.”

  His hands locked behind her knees and pulled her out flat. Honoria's hips bucked wildly as her sphincter muscles parted around his unnatural invasion. The pleasure-pain was incredible. Finally, he slapped home, the base of his cock grinding against her sensitive flesh. His balls were so tight and high it felt like she had a cushion between her thighs. The oversized nature of his cock head made it easy for the rest of him to penetrate and he used short, hard strokes to open her further, his hair roughened flesh grinding into her crotch.

  Pulling back, he withdrew until his head was on the verge of being expelled, before he slammed back in, lips pulled back over his teeth as he literally attacked her with the ferocity of his thrusts. Her breasts bounced under his onslaught, and she wailed, jolted by the harsh rattle of the carriage and the man pumping her ass like buggering her was his life's goal.

  Her muscles tightened, milking him from base to tip. Eased by the copious amounts of lotion he'd squeezed into her ever widening passage, she couldn't prevent him from plowing into her over and over, or even slow him down as he used the width of his bulbous head to make her cry out. Warmth exploded between her thighs as her flesh swelled beneath his non-stop pounding.

  He released her legs and grabbed at the all too limite
d bounty of her breasts, fondling the already sensitive nipples with rough hands as his fingers jabbed down over and over, on her distended peaks.

  “I'm gonna cum,” he grunted, mouth locking down on her nearest breast with savage intensity. He rolled the mound in his mouth, tonguing her nipple until she drummed her heels on the floor, head thrown back.

  Hot spurts washed her innermost depths, filling her to capacity as he ground his cock into her now swollen ass. He pulled away slowly, and had only minor difficulties removing his now limp cock from her still throbbing passageway. Honoria took a deep breath and shuddered. She could feel the widely stretched muscles in her sphincter gaping open.

  The coach was at a total standstill and from the lack of sound, they were in the country. She rolled her head to the side and saw a bearded face peering through the window. The door opened and a man crawled into the compartment. What little she could see of him under the heavy driving cloak was packed with muscle and the rest of him was equally—if heavily—built despite a burgeoning belly. He pushed his cloak off, opened the buttons to his trousers, and freed a thick, fleshy cock with prominent veins. His balls were big and pendulous, and covered with curly black hair. He pulled them out over the edge of his breeches as he jerked at his straining length.

  Michel’s servant pushed him back toward the door. “What are you doing?” he cried. “Get back to the horses!”

  The coachman’s cock rose stiff and tall, curving to the right as if he’d pulled it the wrong way. “I want me a piece,” he said. “If she’ll fuck you, she can fuck me.”

  Honoria shivered at the crudity. Despite her recent activities, she was only partially satisfied. Her gaze traced the coachman’s erect cock with avid curiosity. His hands were big and brutal and she wondered if sex with him would hurt.

  “Put lotion on him.”

  “But…m’lady!”

  She pulled her ankles back. “Do it.”

  The man smirked and tolerated the little man smearing his cock with grease. The shiny coating made entry into Honoria’s well-used depths easy. His cock was so hot it burned going in and he appeared just as hungry as the servant, taking her with the pent up need of someone who’d gone a long time without. His hands found her breasts, kneading her meager assets as she grunted beneath him, knees up over his shoulders.