Moaning, she held her legs up, presenting her sex for his erotic delectation. He continued to pleasure her, but with his fingers now, eyes on her face, smoothing her sweat-soaked hair away from her cheeks as he thrust deeply again and again, touching her womb with infinite gentleness and pulling out slowly. “Feel me inside you, darling. Let me love you. Open to me.”
“I—I want to come,” she gasped.
“Not yet.”
At last he stopped, touching fingers slick with her juice to his lips and then to hers. She licked her lips, and he kissed her, lingering long enough for her to calm down.
He sat up and stroked her thighs, pausing to untie her hands. She was finally completely free—and she was weak with desire. Tanya reached out her arms to him, and he came to her, touching his cock to her swollen, deeply stimulated pussy and making her wait for it a little longer still.
She clawed at his shoulders, at his buttocks, thrusting her hips up against his with a cry of wild desire. He was in her. Physically and emotionally.
“So…” he whispered. “Rough or tender. Fast or slow. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. Now and forever. Be mine. Be mine.”
Intense sensations pulsed through her, opening her soul. Tanya moaned, lost in the feeling that he was the one. The only one. And she wanted him for always, as crazy as it was.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes….”
They kissed again, long and deep, and she surrendered to his tenderness, almost wanting to cry as he stroked her hair back and touched his lips to her closed eyes. Jean-Claude nibbled lightly on her ear and Tanya heard a soothing growl that made her smile. She slowly came back to reality—the sweetest, most sensual reality she had ever known.
“Ah, you are lovely,” he whispered. “But I fear I am asking for too much, too soon.”
She sighed deeply and he rose halfway, bracing himself on his elbows. Tanya gazed up at him, loving the warm look of satisfied desire in his eyes. “Um. Maybe you are. But do we have to talk about it now?”
“No.” He dropped his head to the side of her neck, biting lightly and growling again, louder, until she giggled.
“Do whatever you want. Just don’t stop,” she murmured.
Jean-Claude gave her a wicked grin. “Are you quite sure? Are you in the mood for an amorous adventure, my love? We need never leave this chateau to see…well, some things you may never have seen.”
“Is that right? Don’t forget I live in New York. I’m kinda hard to shock.” She looked up at him, smiling just as wickedly.
“Hmm. I must confess, I have had many more affairs than most men. It was as good a way as any to pass the time.”
Tanya wriggled out from underneath him and stretched lazily. “I don’t care. Just so long as I know I’m the most beautiful, most intelligent, and most desirable of all.”
He shot her a quizzical look. “But you are.”
“Really?” She couldn’t keep the cynicism out of her voice. “And I thought fairy tales were hard to believe. But I do like this one so far. Great interior decoration—”
He drew her to him and held her close, then nodded at the figures on the painted walls. “They have been observing us.”
Startled, Tanya realized that the nymphs and shepherds and lords and ladies had changed positions. Their eyes were too bright to be painted, with a lively depth and sparkle that betrayed their interest in what Jean-Claude and Tanya had been doing. “Hey, no fair. You didn’t tell me sex with you was going to be a spectator sport.”
He kissed her hair. “I cannot always predict what these phantasms will do. I have not seen them move for, oh, perhaps a century.”
“You mean you haven’t had sex for a hundred years?”
“Ah—not in this room.”
Tanya thumped him on the chest, not wanting to know much more about his amorous adventures, as he called them. He caught her by the wrist and kissed her hand, paying particular attention to each fingertip with his tongue. “Don’t try to distract me, Jean-Claude. It won’t work.”
“Shhh.” His voice was soothing. “They have forgotten about us. We can watch them now. It was the fashion then for noblewomen to play at being shepherdesses and dally with rustics. Ah, there is Chérie with a strapping young fellow—she preferred her lovers to be of considerable size in every way.”
“I see what you mean,” Tanya said in a soft voice. Chérie’s man was hung like a horse and his erection was rarin’ to go. “Wait a minute—why am I whispering? Can they hear me?”
He shrugged. “I do not think so. They are back in their world and time.”
Tanya propped her head up on her hands and got comfortable, as Jean-Claude stretched out by her, warm and naked, and already semi-erect again. The feel of his swelling cock against her hip was quite pleasant and Tanya felt the stirrings of arousal deep inside her.
“Wait a minute—who is that watching Chérie? He sure looks like you.”
Jean-Claude nodded. “It is me. Chérie loved to tease me by letting another man fuck her thoroughly while I watched from some hidden place.”
Tanya twisted around to look at him. “So this is your version of X-rated home video. Do you know what happens when those things get posted on the Internet?”
He slapped her on the ass and Tanya yelped, even though it felt good. “What happens in the chateau stays in the chateau. Is that not what you Americans say?”
She turned back to watch the trio. “You really do get around.”
Chérie was as pretty as a china shepherdess, adorned in a close-fitting bodice of pink silk, tied like a corset with crisscrossing black ribbon. The tight lacing made her breasts pop up. Her pink nipples were visible and she pinched them both, making them even longer, cock-teasing her big lover for all she was worth. He stared at her hungrily.
Tanya glanced at the Jean-Claude on the wall, who looked—um, not as interested in Chérie as the other guy was. More like he had done this before and enjoyed it well enough.
She strutted and preened, sweeping up her fancy skirt to show her man her bare ass. He reached for it and she slapped him playfully.
Okay, this was back when a big behind on a woman was all the rage, Tanya thought a little wistfully. Chérie was proud of what she had, and there was plenty of it. She waved her hand in an imperious gesture—so much for the shepherdess routine—and her big buck lowered his breeches. His enormous cock stood at stiff attention, stroked by her with a skillful hand. She gently stretched the tight foreskin down past the swollen head, and he gasped. Jean-Claude sighed—her Jean-Claude, not the one on the wall—as Chérie kneeled down, hoisting her skirts high to keep showing off her ass.
Others in the scene gathered in the shadows to watch as her wet pink tongue flicked over the head of his cock, darting into the hole and swirling around as the man she was blowing struggled to keep his balance. She cupped his balls, squeezing repeatedly and continuing to stroke and suck until he cried out and ejaculated on her bared bosom.
Chérie stayed kneeling as she rubbed the hot, creamy drops into her skin, resting her head against his thigh while he steadied her with one hand and slowly got his breath.
Tanya looked again at the Jean-Claude on the wall. That had gotten to him—he strode out from his hiding place, looking half-angry and half-aroused.
“That is how she liked me to be,” he explained in a low voice to Tanya.
“Okay. Whatever.”
The Jean-Claude on the wall pulled Chérie to her feet, protesting the interruption, then told her to get on all fours. With a very sensual pout, she promptly obeyed, and he straddled her, facing the other man. Bending down, placing both his hands on her bare buttocks, Jean-Claude spread her wide.
Her submissive posture and the sight of her plump, juicy cunny made her lover’s cock throb and swell. But he would have to wait. Jean-Claude was spanking her ass and Chérie cried out with delight, shamelessly thrusting her bottom up for more of what he was giving her until he forced her back down on her knees ag
ain.
Jean-Claude kneeled in front of her and undid his breeches, good and hard from the pleasure of administering a spanking to a willing, wanton woman. His lovely Chérie took his thick length into her mouth, sucking greedily. The man she’d been pleasuring dropped to his knees too, and rammed his cock into her without waiting for permission from anybody, pounding hard against her soft ass and making her shake.
Tanya felt the real Jean-Claude press his hugely stiff erection into her side and slide it against her smooth skin. He seemed to be willing to wait and watch the show—oh, hell. He knew how it turned out.
But she didn’t. As the men on the wall vigorously pleasured Chérie, Tanya wondered what would happen next. The other figures in the rustic scene watched also, sexually stimulating each other in a hundred different ways. Fingers probed between trembling legs, breasts were bared and buttocks squeezed as soft cries of lovers echoed in the room…where before there had been only the two of them. She marveled at the sight.
Both Jean-Claudes sighed at the same time. Tanya gave hers a soft kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips and deepening it. His eyes closed and so did hers—and by the time she looked back at the wall, the men were standing, their pants half-fastened. But Chérie was entirely naked and swinging on a narrow plank suspended from twining roses.
“That can’t possibly hold her,” she whispered. “She’s a big, healthy girl.”
Jean-Claude smiled against her cheek. “With big, healthy buttocks. Oft immortalized in verse, you know. A court poet wrote a famous ode to Chérie’s beautiful derrière.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
Chérie swung back and forth, her bare breasts bouncing. As the Jean-Claude on the wall watched, his arms crossed over his broad chest, her other lover pushed her to and fro, obviously enjoying the chance to fondle her behind with every fro and to. She kicked her shapely legs to help him out, spreading very wide so everyone got a look at her pussy, fringed with soft curls and juicy from being fucked so nicely.
A young woman stepped out from the crowd and Jean-Claude caught her eye. He stopped the swing with one strong arm and nodded to her to come forward. She licked her lips at the sight of Chérie’s most intimate flesh, and began by pressing tender kisses to the inside of her soft thighs. The other man used the swing to push Chérie into the young woman’s mouth, tiny pushes that made her moan with delight.
Encouraged by the watchers, the young woman thrust her tongue deep into Chérie, again and again, pausing only to nip at her labia while Chérie hung on to the swing’s ropes and let her head drop back. Her shimmering hair fell in waves nearly to the ground. Jean-Claude let the other man steady the swing as he lifted the skirts of the young woman who was performing cunnilingus on Chérie. Her buttocks were bare but she wore stockings held by beribboned garters, an added enticement that made her round behind look even more tempting. He couldn’t take his eyes off it and his breeches came down again in about a red-hot second.
“Like it from the back, don’t you?” Tanya murmured. “You animal.”
He chuckled softly. “Indeed.”
The Jean-Claude on the wall finger-fucked the woman first, getting her ready for his thick cock. Tanya could see the veins on it, throbbing just under the heated skin, painted with artistic precision—and she could feel them for real against her side as her Jean-Claude adjusted his position. His balls were tight and up, hot on her skin under his long shaft.
The man holding the swing braced himself and his luscious passenger for Jean-Claude’s first thrust. He slid in as the woman bent forward and the quartet moved with practiced ease, sucking, pushing, thrusting with abandon. Jean-Claude’s muscular belly tightened against the woman’s behind as he sank deeply into her, growling and digging his nails into her soft flesh. Her tongue worked faster on Chérie’s hungry cunny, flicking near the clitoris until Chérie grabbed the ropes and lifted her ass off the swing, craving to be sucked to orgasm. The other man cupped her lifted buttocks in his big hands and began to squeeze them as the standing woman, fucked harder still by Jean-Claude, took Chérie’s clitoris in her mouth and sucked it in little pulses.
Tanya squirmed on the bed, totally turned on by the show. But it wasn’t a show. It was something that had happened, however long ago, and that made it almost real.
Jean-Claude nuzzled her hair and ran a hand over her back. His touch was electrifying. “Ah, it is sweet to see the pleasure that women can give each other,” he whispered into her ear.
Tanya didn’t feel like arguing. But it was the men in this scene who were doing it for her. Jean-Claude’s big rod was slick with pussy juice—she glimpsed it every time he pulled back almost all the way, teasing his lover with the sensation of the swollen head between her labia. He thrust a finger into her, folding his hand into a fist so he could get in all the way, and pulled it out, slicker and wetter than his cock. With just his fingertip, he touched the tight puckers of her anus, easing inside when she lifted her head from Chérie’s pussy. The woman looked over her shoulder and nodded, excited by the sensation of him in her little hole too.
Piqued, Chérie caught the woman’s hair and forced her mouth between her legs. She wrapped her thighs around the other woman’s neck and back at it they went. The quartet reached climax at almost the same time: Chérie first, screaming; then her woman lover, pushing back to take it and give it hard and fast; then Jean-Claude as a pulsing pussy around his cock and tender little anus around his finger proved too much for his self-control; and then last of all Chérie’s big buck, coming in his breeches, spurting uncontrollably and wetting the front.
Tanya was writhing on the bed without knowing it, until Jean-Claude got on his knees behind her and swiftly scooped her up with one arm around her hips. He spread her fully but he didn’t ram in. No, he kneeled to worship her swollen, tight labia with his tongue, licking up every drop and making her more excited when he did. His soft breath warmed the inside of her thighs—he seemed to be relishing the female smell of her. He bit her buttocks with sensual skill, finding the right places to nip and then press soothing kisses to the spot.
She closed her eyes, moaning and rocking on all fours, aware only of him. The erotic tableau faded from her memory in an instant. There was only his body, his cock, touching her labia. There was no need for him to separate them, but he penetrated her carefully. The silky-hot head went in and then he stopped. Tanya imagined him looking down at her pussy, the head of his cock swelling her labia, the hot shaft behind it sticking out straight from his body into hers—but just an inch. She begged him for all of it but he stayed where he was, resting his strong hands on her buttocks and waiting. The desire built and built within her body, yet she held still.
“Do you want me, my love?”
She didn’t remember saying yes. But she said it over and over when he was suddenly deep inside her, possessing her completely, making her cry out—wild for him. Totally wild.
5
There was more to come in the next few days. With uncanny ease, Jean-Claude moved with her back and forth in time, through the many rooms of his chateau. At his silent command, the servants appeared and whatever need they had—food, drink, baths—was fulfilled.
She glimpsed his Other through the centuries, regal and proud wherever he was, but with a look of faint sadness in his eyes. But then the lion didn’t get much in the way of loving, at least not from his own species. Jean-Claude said he had arranged for a lioness to visit now and then, but there were few to be had in France.
Right now they were curled up in another bed, idling away the afternoon with conversation. She’d seen the lion that morning, but only for a moment, being groomed by the stocky trainer she’d met the first day. “You know, your brother still looks lonely. Have you ever thought of sending him back to Africa?”
Jean-Claude shook his head. “How would he survive? He has grown accustomed to having his meat served on a silver platter.”
“But don’t lionesses sort of do that anyway? They hunt,
not the males. As far as I know, lions sit around a lot and try to look magnificent. Whoever has the biggest mane gets the girl.”
Jean-Claude laughed. “Then, my dear Tanya, you may be the best thing that ever happened to my lion brother. His trainer told me that he spends hours gazing at his beads and braids.”
“Uh-oh. Does he suck in his stomach too? Maybe he’s having a midlife crisis. But he’s immortal. It might never end.”
He took her hands in his. “You have done your best. We must hope that he is happy enough. I know that I am.”
Tanya snorted. “You got to fuck away the centuries. He didn’t have that option.”
“I amused myself,” Jean-Claude said flatly. “What else was I to do? I never expected someone like you to come into my life. Seeing you was rather like seeing a unicorn. I was not quite sure you were real.”
“Hmm. I think I’m becoming less real every day I’m here.” Tanya rose from the bed in the medieval chamber, draping herself in a sheet of white linen dripping with handmade lace.
“How beautiful you look in white,” Jean-Claude said softly. He rose up on one elbow and reached out a hand to her. “Come here.”
Tanya avoided his gaze. “Not now. I hate to say this, but we do have to think about wrapping up this crazy affair. I gotta get back to New York eventually.”
He fell back into the pillows, pulling the covers up over himself. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I have a life, you know. Just one.”
Jean-Claude frowned. “I have lived a thousand lives. Too many.”
“Don’t knock it. You’ve had a lot of fun, pal. I’m sure you’ll keep on going after I leave, come to think of it.”
“Hmph.”
She glanced his way. He was sulking, his arms crossed over his brawny chest. “I have responsibilities. I have employees. I have to get back to my salon.”
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