Dacey Faces Consequences

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He was talking nonsense. Dacey's ears could not comprehend. "Axe's Erik?" she chuckled, unbelting her robe and guiding his hands underneath to her warm flesh. "Mmm, I just want you." She was slurring slightly as she straddled him, her rational mind completely vanquished.

[The Stranger]

Flea's eyes widened, as he reached, an than rapidly exceeded his level of experience with any woman. He remembered something Lord Varner had said once, about how women... liked to be kissed. It occurred to him to try, if she let him.

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Dacey gasped as he touched her and then rose and guided him back to the bed, pulling his tunic off.

[The Stranger]

Dacey's finger tips scraped the long, withered scars, across Flea's back, like a tiger's stripe, only with the texture of brutalized skin which came from whippings. Flea hesitated as she touched his scars, and looked at her sadly, as if remembering something.

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"Shh," Dacey whispered. For a girl with a fried brain, she was weirdly perceptive of his mood. "Come to me, darling. Tonight, at least, you needn't be angry or afraid."

[The Stranger]

Eventually, Flea's desire took precedence over sad memories from another time, and he turned his attention to the willing woman beneath him. Lord Varner had told him of things, to make a woman... happy, as it might be a needed skill, but He'd never had the opportunity to practice.

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Dacey kissed him silent, kissed him until he moaned, and then unlaced him, pulling him close to her. Her fingers were as deft and skillful as her mouth, and she was warm beneath him, sinking into the featherbed.

[The Stranger]

Flea delighted in her experience, but as the moment approached he felt awkward, hesitating. Finally, he looked into her deep eyes, as he he plunged into her, and into manhood.

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Dacey urged him on, gentle and skillful enough to make him forget his shy virginal awkwardness, and flipped him onto his back to ride him.

[The Stranger]

Flea, despite youthful vim and vigor, did not last long under her experienced body, despite repeating the old litany Varner had taught him for such moments. "Dastardly dead dogs drag decaying deer." He repeated it to himself and clenched his eyes tight, but the woman twisted her hips just... so, his eyes opened wider than he thought possible, and he soaked in the sight.

And that was that.

When they had finished he pulled her down to him, and sighed.

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"You are good, Flea, very good. But I still have much to teach you," Dacey whispered, kissing him. She guided his hand down between her legs. "If you stroke...just so..." she shuddered slightly. "A woman will open up like a flower. And if you give her the lord's kiss, why, you are her master." Dacey saw everything in brightly colored vision, her sight strangely enhanced by the drugged wine, and she smiled slowly.

[The Stranger]

"I think Lord Varner said something about that. Can I try, would that be okay?" Flea smiled.

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She kissed him deeply. "Sweetling, if you do it, I will be indebted to you forever."

[The Stranger]

Flea smile broadened, and he scooted around and gently pushed the woman to the bed and began to kiss her, starting at her mouth and down across her neck. He cautiously licked and kissed the area around her throat where he had wounded her, before making his way down his body.

"Little circles, and than slowly wider." Varner had said, "And if she is loud, that is good, whatever you did do it again." Flea had just nodded at the time, only twelve or so, but as he touched her, and heard her, Flea realized what the Lord Weasel had been talking about.

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Dacey moaned and writhed on the bed, gasping and bucking under his ministrations. She whispered urgings and advice to him breathlessly, lost in the sensations.