EARLY the next morning, Fabian and Adalene were loaded inside one of the carriages and they went their way to the cabin near her family. It took most of the day and it was almost dark when they arrived.Since her family had the cabin stocked with food and whatever else they needed to stay there for a week, they started right away with cooking dinner.Someone, probably one of her brothers, left fire and wood in the fireplace that might have been alight the whole day, and though there were only embers when they arrived, the inside was comfortably warm. Fabian added more wood and it was crisply hot when they sat down to eat that they stripped down to slips and undergarments.“You can cook!” Fabian said happily as he got his second filling of the beef stew.Adalene shook her head. “I’m afraid that’s my mother’s cooking. She left it in a big pot for me to heat up when we arrived. I can cook, but I haven’t done much for a long time… since I arrived in the manor, practically, so I am not sur
THE couple’s first morning in the cabin arrived quite differently, with the husband’s cock sliding inside the wife’s mouth.Fabian first thought he was dreaming still, only to find out that his beloved had taken control of the dream and was pleasuring him with her expertise in handling his cock after more than a year of getting to know it.And he must say, she did it so well that by the time he moved and pushed her flat on her back, he was already crazy with the craving to slide into her sweet, wet, tight warmth.And when he did, he was gratified to hear her imploring whispers to thrust deeper, to make it harder, as she angled her hips for fuller penetration.Her face was flushed with her own need, her eyes rolling up as he angled his hips to make sure his cock slid against her clit, or that sweet spot inside that could always undo her.Oh yes, she wasn’t the only one who’d memorized the other one’s body so thoroughly because eliciting the other one’s excitement and pleasure was param
Adalene could not believe what was happening.Shocked, numbed and scared as she was, she could only gasp as they lifted her up onto the Baron’s horse. She could barely hear him as he apologized for not having a pillion seat for her, for he had not expected to have a rider on his way back to his chateau today.Today.Today was her wedding day, but it was not to the Baron that she was married this morning.No, of course not.She was a peasant maid, the daughter of a villein-a peasant farmer. How could a Baron marry someone like her?The actual story was that her pere, in what they all suspected was a drunken state, was convinced somehow by a man named Louis Didier to marry her off to him. She had never even met him! Her father said he was a vineyard owner and had a considerable amount of money, which meant Adalene would live a comfortable life as his wife and her immediate family would gain from the betrothal, too. They needed the payment for the farm. They were not having good harvests
Adalene turned to her mother as more protests erupted from Louis.“She will not be a willing wife, Rene! See that?! I told you, I wanted a wife who knows how to please a man! Have you given me a virgin?”“What?” her mother hissed beside her husband. “What did he mean? Of course, my daughter is a virgin! What did he expect? Someone who worked like a... Rene, tell him we’re not going through with this arrangement. Rene!” her mother asked her husband in the ugliest voice she had ever used on him.“We need the money for the fields, Mama!” her father protested.“Oh, you stupid...”“You cannot back down. I have already handed the bride token,” Louis Didier protested, and turned to the priest and told him to hasten with the ceremony in an attempt at haughtiness that did not sit well with his looks.She held on to her mother for dear life, so engrossed in the horrible unfolding of her worst nightmare that she did not notice unfamiliar voices amongst the crowd-male baritones that were certainl
“What is going on here, Puis-je savoir?” she heard the Baron’s voice asking her father, who now looked as pale as vinegar. He cowered under the Baron’s regard, but one look at his wife and he somehow found the courage to speak.But his hasty explanations could not make up for the vehemence and righteous anger of the “wronged” Louis, who kept on interfering and countered every word that came out of his pale lips. It did not help that my poor father looked very insignificant in his peasant church clothes as he stood beside the more opulently clothed Louis.“They duped me! They were all into it all along! This is quite humiliating! I have paid a price and I get a plain peasant wife in return. This is a disgrace to my honor and they are the ones who did it, my Lord!”“And what of you, ma bichette? Can you tell me what happened?”She hadn’t known he had addressed her until her mother shook her again. Adalene looked up at the Baron without comprehension. He had turned to her from atop his h
“SO, it was your father who had betrothed you to Monsieur Didier?”“Oui. About three weeks ago,” Adalene replied in a soft voice. She had calmed down from the tumultuous event of the morning but was coming to grips at the moment of being with the Baron, of all people.It had taken about three hours of riding in his horse on dusty, uneven roads from the chapelle before they halted in a cabin in the woods to rest and eat. Someone started fire to cook food while the Baron brought her to the riverbank, which was just a short walk away from the cabin to clean up and stretch her unaccustomed muscles from the cramp of riding his horse.And now, she watched as he arranged his equipment of bows and arrows in their leather pouches on the surface of a shaven log that obviously served as a table of sorts by whoever owned the cabin. She could smell the delicious smell of soup and jerky from there and she was suddenly hungry, and grateful that they were going back to the cabin to eat after he was d
HE STOPPED when he reached where she leaned on a log that was beaten down by a storm a long time ago but survived and grew, except the ordeal left it with the shape of an old man bowing low. He then leaned hands on both sides of her, securing her between them, and between the log and his body. She already knew how solid that body was, so she had no intention of even pushing him away. But she was tensed, and she knew it wasn’t because she was afraid. She realized it was from the excitement of being so near him.His face was so near hers that she could see the pores on his smooth skin, but it didn’t tarnish the handsomeness of him. The only danger she could see was her getting cross-eyed. Besides, he was right. It was only a kiss. She had seen no one of her friends dying of a kiss. In fact, they found it to be so thrilling they’d kissed several of their suitors-and as many times not suitors-before they committed to just one and got married to him.Even so, kissing remained thrilling tha
HE HELPED her to get down the shaved log, and by the time she had her feet on the ground and had fixed her skirts, her face was aflame with embarrassment and deep shame. She remembered sounds she’d made she had never done before, and they were loud - the men in the cabin must have heard her. Adalene realized how ignorant she was for not learning more about this thing that eluded her in books her mother had stored in the house, those she was allowed to bring home after retiring from working as a handmaiden to an aristocratic woman.“You’re so quiet, ma bichette,” the Baron observed after he, too, had straightened his clothes and recovered the leather bags from the rocky ground. “Is there something wrong?”“I feel so inadequate, my Lord,” she replied upon when the Baron remained quiet, waiting for her answer.He fully turned to her and frowned. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Inadequate of what?”She couldn’t look at him. “I realized that... after everything I thought I know ab