Soul Searching (Chapter 18)
Stelio Kontos:
Quote from: Mandie
Oh yeah! Didn't you know?
I knew.
It was the United States government that brainwashed me when I made that post.
Mandie:
WARNING: PG 13 situations ahead.
The sun was shining brightly when she finally woke. A heavy weight lay across her stomach, and it took a moment to remember where she was. Her husband lay beside her, his arm holding her against his body. A large lump nestled between her buttocks, and she was afraid to consider what it was. Wanting desperately to escape, she started to lift his arm, only to have him groan and stir. She froze, not wanting to wake him. He let out a small snort, then started to nuzzle her neck. Tingles ran down her spine, and the place between her legs began to get wet. Leaping out of bed, she wrapped herself in the blanket and glared angrily at her sleepy husband.
He had been having a marvelous dream. In fact, his erection still lingered in his drawers as he stared in confusion at his wife. She seemed angry for some reason, but before he could discuss it with her, someone rapped at the door. A masculine voice floated through the heavy wood, “I hate to interrupt your morning, John, but we must leave for home soon.” Sighing, John turned toward his seething bride.
“I’m afraid my brother is right. We must get going.” Mary nodded regally, inwardly hating the idea of climbing back on a horse, especially after last night. At least she had no packing to do. All of her new clothes were already on their way to her new home, being sent out first thing this morning. Picking up the new riding dress, the only thing that had been left behind, Mary slipped behind the screen to dress.
When she finally emerged, she found herself alone in the room. Glancing around, she realized that there was nothing left to do but leave. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, Mary found her family saying goodbye to John’s family. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks as she too said goodbye to her family. As the group walked out of the house, John took her hand in his, trying to tell her that everything would be okay. He lifted her onto her horse as Robert helped his mother. Then the men mounted up, and the small caravan left the estate. Mary looked back and lifted her hand as a farewell.
John found himself riding next to his wife, trying to learn more about her. She conducted herself in an intelligent and ladylike manner, and he was proud that she was his wife. He could easily picture her as chatelaine of his home, and the thought made him grin. He told her all about himself, his likes and dislikes, and even his hopes and dreams. She reciprocated, and he was able to learn much about her. The more he learned, the more pleased he grew. He was almost able to forget that he had not wanted this marriage to happen. As she spoke, almost shyly, John found himself feeling guilty about the way he’d taken her virginity. He vowed that next time he made love to her, she would experience the pleasure as well.
The leisurely ride next to her husband was priceless to Mary. She loved hearing about his life, and the deep timber of his voice sent delightful shivers down her spine. Sharing her own life with him was much easier than she thought it would be. They had much in common, and Mary felt that she could easily fall in love with this man. She was pleased with the idea of spending her life with him, except for that one thing. Oh, if only mating wasn’t so painful!
The party stopped briefly for lunch. Both women were starting to get uncomfortable, and they took the time to walk a bit, talking with each other. Mary was beginning to like all of her new family, and they liked her as well. Everyone agreed that Mary and John were perfect for each other. After they had eaten, the group got back on their horses, much to Mary’s consternation. She was never going to heal from these last couple of days. They rode through the afternoon, stopping only when necessary. Finally, they entered the Blake’s estate. John excitedly grabbed Mary’s hand as they entered the large gates that surrounded the village. “We’re home, my love!” Her eyes darted toward him, unable to believe her ears. He smiled at her, knowing that he meant every word.
The villagers lined the street, shouting and waving as the group passed by. Mary was a little overwhelmed, as her father’s estate was much smaller. Refusing to show her fears, she smiled and waved back to everyone. It would certainly take a while to get used to this. John watched his wife with pride, pleased at her composure.
Finally, they reached the main house, a gargantuan stone building that housed the Baron, the Baroness, and their family. For the next month, Mary would learn her duties from her new mother. Once she was comfortable with her place as chatelaine, the title would be passed down and the elder Blakes would move into a much smaller house just off the main house.
Young stableboys surrounded the party, leading the tired hoses into the stable as each person dismounted. Then, Mary was led inside. The large entryway was open and airy. A massive formal stone staircase led upstairs to the bedrooms. While most of the family had their quarters on the East Wing, John and Mary would have their privacy in the West Wing. She wondered briefly if they would share a room like her parents did, or whether they would follow protocol and have adjoining rooms.
As she was led up the staircase, and down the hall, Mary tried to memorize the paths that they took. It would be a while before she remembered her way around these hallways. John led her into a large room. A massive bed took up almost half of the room. On the other side sat a large wardrobe and a screen, presumably hiding a tub. An older woman was bustling around the wardrobe, putting away the rest of Mary’s clothing. Closing the doors, she curtseyed and left the newlyweds alone.
As soon as they were alone, John took her into his arms, unable to keep his hands off his bride any longer. Running his hands down her side, he reached her buttocks and gently squeezed the round mounds. The same shivery feeling she had begun to experience the night before and this morning returned, but Mary was still frightened of the pain she knew was going to come.
Angling his head, he lightly kissed her red pouty lips, reveling in her sweet taste. Running his hand back up her side, he gently kneaded her breast. She moaned, her senses whirling. Backing her up until her knees hit the bed, John then lifted her into air and placed her on the soft mattress. He climbed up next to her, and continued the gentle assault on her senses. His kisses made her temperature rise, and she found herself panting as he touched her body.
As his hand stroked her cheek, ran down her aching breast, and stopped on her heated feminine mound, heat furled in the bottom of her belly and her hips automatically arched. He slowly released the buttons of her riding dress, kissing the skin he revealed. Soon, she was left in only her undergarments but hotter than she had ever been before. Her embarrassment was gone, and she reached for him, longing to touch him as well. He stood, and shed his clothes. Mary watched, her mouth watering as he revealed his golden body. Crisp black hairs ran in a line pointing the way to his hardening shaft. Blushing, Mary brought her eyes back to his face, only to find him grinning at her. He got back on the bed, and quickly divested her of her remaining clothes.
As he revealed her rose tipped breasts, he couldn’t stop himself from taking one of the stiff nipples in his mouth. She bucked her hips and mewled, damp heat pooling in between her legs. As he moved his body between her legs, he could smell her desire. He longed to taste her sweet honey, but knew that she would not be ready for that yet.
Taking her lips with his, he pushed a finger into her body, pleased with the vast amount of moisture he found. Her eyes met his, and she bit her lip, preparing herself for the pain. Removing his hand, he pushed his pulsating organ into her moist cavity. To Mary’s surprise, there was no pain, just a feeling of being filled. As he thrust his hips in and out, she actually began to feel pleasure. This is why people did this! Why hadn’t the nuns told them of this? Then all thoughts fled as John reached between their bodies to touch her hard little nub. She gasped as stars exploded behind her eyes and she was pushed over the peak. The clenching of her inner muscles milked John’s member until he too climaxed, spurting his seed into her womb.
Little did they know, as they fell asleep in each other’s arms, that this night would change their lives.
oddball011:
woah.
hmm change their lives eh? I BET SHE IS PREGNANT! maybe
Mandie:
The next month was a busy time for the two of them. Mary spent her days learning how to take care of the house and village, while John spent his with his father. Their nights were spent together, pleasing each other in new ways and old. Finally the day came when the title was passed down. The entire village celebrated, and the party lasted for almost a week. When the hype finally died down, the elder Blakes moved out of the main house.
Mary fell into her place easily, and happily worked hard at being the new Baroness. Two weeks later, Robert came home with a wife. To everyone’s complete surprise, and consternation, he had married Sally, John’s former mistress. The entire house was in an uproar, until Mary stepped in. Robert had the right to get married, as he wasn’t promised to anyone else. Why should everyone be so upset that he had found his true love? John was astounded by Mary’s graciousness, especially considering who she was. To everyone’s great surprise, the two women became fast friends, sharing in the household duties.
About a month later, the two of them were doing their personal laundry. Sally was washing her monthly cloths in the scrubbing pan. Mary realized that she had not had her monthly since she had arrived. Excitedly, she waited until John came home to tell him the good news. They were going to be parents. Happiness spread throughout the village as everyone found out the happy news.
As her belly grew, so did her husband’s love for her. He would happily rub her sore muscles, and would talk to his unborn child. Mary laughed at his eagerness, but had to admit she was excited too. Mary’s family came often, particularly her mother and sister, visiting for a few days each month. Everything was going well.
On All Hallow’s Eve, the men rode off in search of a wolf that had been terrorizing the village. Sally and Mary had been told to stay inside, as the pagan celebration was not something ladies involved themselves in. The two women sat at the heavy kitchen table, crushing herbs in order to make soap. The house was quiet, the servants were all celebrating with their families, and John’s parents had left for the day visiting a very sick friend.
“I...I think I may be pregnant.” Sally’s announcement took Mary off guard. She looked up to see the pure joy shining from her friend’s eyes.
“Oh Sally! How wonderful!” Laying her hand over the other woman’s, she squeezed gently. “Our children can grow up together! Does Robert know?”
“No, not yet. I wanted to be sure before telling him, but I just had to tell someone.” Sally smiled and lay her hand on her still flat tummy.
“Well, I won’t say anything until you are ready.” Mary’s smile disappeared as a sharp pain rippled through the lower part of her back, rolling around to her front. “No!” Mary’s wail filled the empty kitchen as she realized what was happening.
Sally looked up, startled and unsure of what was going on. “Is everything all right, Mary? What’s wrong?”
One word. One word changed the atmosphere from worry to dread. One word that would change the family forever. “Baby!”
In a flurry of activity, Sally bustled Mary up to bed. Racing back downstairs, she looked into the herbarium. What could she use to stop the baby from coming? Wringing her hands, she wished she had paid more attention to what herb did what. In pure desperation, she mixed together Angelica leaves, which was supposed to cure all sorts of illnesses, Chamomile leaves, which helps settle the nerves, and Cloves, which are painkillers.
By the time that Sally returned to the room, Mary was out of her mind with pain. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and she screamed each time the pain gripped her. Sally tried in vain to get her to drink some of the tea. Tears running down her cheeks, she wished that someone would return home who knew more than she did. Using cool compresses, she tried to make Mary as comfortable as she could. She was becoming desperately afraid that if anyone did arrive, it would be too late.
oddball011:
haha cant get nothin past me lol nice job!
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