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“Ah, Sir Tristan, if this flutter in my belly and ache in my heart—not to mention the lust between my thighs—isn’t love, well then, I have to disappoint you. But if it is, then I know I love you. You have no idea how much time my mind spends thinking of you, only to throw those thoughts away and tell myself they’re foolish.”
“They are foolish no more, my dear. Let yourself enjoy them.”
“And that is your command?”
“It is.”
“Or what, you’ll whip me?” she chided.
“Of course. Your randy ass will never cease to please me in its molten state.”
“Then you’ll be worse than Mountbane, since he’s obviously tired of me.”
“He’s a fool!”
Her eyes grew wide again at this heresy. “You blaspheme your sovereign so?”
“He is not my sovereign, and has not been for some time. But perhaps he is yours?”
“I’ve been taught to believe he is down to the tiniest bone in my frame.”
“And what does Charlotte know as true?”
“That I have no sovereign but the one I give my heart to.”
“Have you given Mountbane your heart?”
“No, and I never will!”
He laughed. “Good girl.”
Charlotte returned to the comfort of his arms where the two dozed for some minutes. She awakened with her body quaking for sex. Moving to Tristan’s crotch she began to suckle his limp penis, drawing it in and out of her mouth until it began to swell and her lover began to stir.
“What’s this?”
“My gift to you, sir.”
He let her have him for some minutes more as she lapped the base of his scrotum, massaged the heavy package of his balls, and then swallowed him so far down her throat that she gagged and had to pull back. She continued until he was fully erect, when he pulled her atop his groin. Straddling his hips, she nestled down impaled by the swollen meat. Ah! this was delight again. They would enjoy each other twice more until very late that afternoon, when the two would finally rise from bed cherishing these sexual memories until their desire struck again.
“Are you hungry, sir?” Charlotte asked, as she peered into the small pantry near the makeshift kitchen.
“There is some cheese and meat stored outside in the cold. Grab my cloak or you’ll freeze,” he suggested.
“How could I freeze when my body is so hot? Besides, is this not spring? Yesterday was quite warm.”
“Do it anyway,” he ordered. “The weather has changed and the wind will turn your tits to ice?”
She laughed and grabbed his cloak, but nonetheless went barefoot into the breezy afternoon to find their food.
After serving her lover in the kindest fashion, and eating in bits and pieces off his plate, Charlotte’s chatter ceased.
“Something troubling you?” Tristan asked.
“I wonder, what we do with love when it’s fated to fail?”
“Why fail?” he asked her.
“I am the wife and slave to another man—and a very powerful one indeed. And you are bound to my husband, as well as a wife who will not give you away.”
