ADALENE was dressed for a banquet or, as much as a peasant maid like her could possibly know, it felt like she was dressed for a banquet. The gown that she wore was the most beautiful, luxurious gown she had ever worn in her entire life that she almost fainted upon first sight of it!The skirt, flaring from a high belt tightly tied on her ribcage, was dark blue. The underskirt was in brighter turquoise. Her headdress was like a cone sitting atop her head, and a pale blue veil cascaded from its peak down her back. It concealed her hair which had never appeared that shiny or soft or lovely, and enhanced the blue in her luminous, wide eyes. She spread her arms so she could see the embroidery of gold threads trimming the sleeves in the biggest mirror she had ever seen in her entire life. Under her skirt, she was wearing the softest undergarments. And on her feet were the most beautiful scarlet slippers.If her mother could see her now... or her friends, but she could barely recognize hers
AS THE SUN started its setting in the west direction from the Baron’s chateau, Adalene got up from the bed and took the beautiful hand mirror she found in the elegant vanity in the bedchamber she was using, because she decided she wanted to see what she was doing.She made sure the door was firmly closed with the wooden bar in place, and then she went back to the bed, lay down on her back, and raised the hem of her sleeping garment to discover what’s within.She opened her thighs and used the mirror to look at that intriguing spot, the one her cousins called pussy, for the very first time. She took a deep breath after seeing what the ruckus was all about, then frowned.Well, it certainly looked strange, with that dark thatch of wiry hair that she felt she should trim and the rosy bud peaking between pink folds of soft flesh, plump and shy-looking. Like it only wanted to lurk and not show itself. There was nothing attractive about her pussy at all. If she had ever dared look at it like
ADALENE’S CHEEKS had become rosy and her freckles stood out as she watched herself in the mirror now and remembered what she just did that afternoon in the luxurious bed just across the room from where she sat.It was wonderful to know she could pleasure herself.And yet, even as she came atop those sheets, she had felt missing something. She remembered how his phallus had looked – a long, hard column of meat that felt alive while she held it. And she tried to imagine cumming with all of that inside her. Her fingers could only fill so much, could only reach so much. What did she know? But somehow, she knew that hard, throbbing member of the Baron could do so much more for her than what her fingers could.It was almost dark outside when the servants came back to assist her in the bath and to get her ready for dinner. She would have protested except what they did to her had been outside of her experience. She could not do as good on her own, and they would not dare defy the Baron’s orde
WHEN THE KNOCK finally came and the same servant called to take her to the upper hall where the Baron was waiting for her, Adalene jumped like a frightened goose. She felt so on edge.Do not think. The day will pass and you will survive this, she told her wide-eyed reflection in the mirror. It cannot be as bad as when you and your cousins faced that boar in the woods and you were so frightened for your life. Or... or if you are right now in Louis’ chamber and you are suffering the touch of his probing hands and the terrible smell of his rotten teeth!As if she was running away from something terrible from the room, she bade the servant to enter at once. There was only the youngest one, Juliet. She determinedly faced her, shy but sure about what she wanted to know.“Juliet, I need to ask you something.”“Yes, Mademoiselle,” she replied, and the gently teasing smile on her face told her Juliet knew what she was about to ask.Her face warmed up but it didn’t stop her from asking. “Have y
“MY... MY LORD?”He looked up. “Yes, Adalene?”“Can... can I seat near you? So I will not have to... shout when I talk to you?” She cringed after she asked, almost sure that he was not going to be pleased.But to her surprise, he smiled. “I would like that, too.” Then he called the maidservants and ordered them to bring her plates and cutleries to a seat to his right. He stood up and helped her up, then escorted her the length of the table to her new seat.She felt relieved sitting on her seat with him just a reach away. They could talk.And they talked.She was hesitant at first, but when he started the conversation by asking her a few questions about life on the farm and how the farmers were, they were soon talking well. The subject, at least, was something she knew. She was surprised to find out he knew of more details about how farmers do their trade before the produce even went to the borders than she expected. He answered her questions when she got more intrigued after he talked
ADALENE’S EYELIDS dropped like lead, and she almost laughed inside his kiss. Indulge on an exercise, indeed. Since his very first kiss this noon, this felt more like an enjoyable past time – the best she had ever had in her life!Then his lips moved over hers caressingly, more insistently, and she lost all thoughts. She knew from experience this was only going to get better and she couldn’t help but moan as his lips pressed harder. It should have been embarrassing, but she was so excited she wasn’t thinking about that anymore.The first time he kissed her, he dazed her so well she couldn’t think straight. But now she wanted more of this. She opened trembling lips so his exploring tongue could enter, and there was a grunt of approval from him, followed by a playful flick of his tongue to her tongue.She smiled again and shyly flicked back at him. There begun the serious play of their tongues as the kiss only went deeper and hotter... and she stopped thinking altogether as it consumed h
“DO YOU KNOW how to dance?” he asked unexpectedly when they finished coffee, which wasn’t anything like she had had at home, more bitter than she was used to. She also ate a few of these little sweets that were crunchy at the outside and soft in the inside, made of egg whites, sugar and almonds, was how he explained it. The taste and texture just delighted her so much it surprised her out of her daze. He said it was called priests’ bellybuttons because of the shape when she quizzed him more about it. She got into a kind of daze as he answered her questions like he really wanted to and enjoyed doing so. She was finding out how much she loved receiving his attention. It was still a wonder how she could have been in this place right now with him. She still couldn’t believe it, but he was there. And for the moment, that was what was important.From there, their conversation turned to gatherings she used to go to.“I sometimes dance in the village dances,” she told him. “But I am only allo
ADALENE’S LEFT HAND traced the impressive outline of his shaft, the skin hot and throbbing, filled with blood’s life force in the inside. she could only feel respect for it. As much as she knew of a man’s member from what was told by giggling cousins, she knew if she described the Baron’s c*ck to them, they would all sigh in envy.But she wouldn’t. She just thought so. She could let no one else have a glimpse, even just through description, of any part of the baron’s body.His cock was beautiful and as virile as its owner, standing tall and erect and strong, much like an aristocrat itself.And she claimed it hers to pleasure now until the Baron deemed so. He inhaled sharply when she lowered her mouth to it to kiss it sweetly on its head before testing its width with her lips, grateful she had already lost her hat to the couch and it was out of the way. She heard him hiss as she slowly lowered her mouth over his, and she suddenly felt a need to taste him that had nothing to do with p