by Aubrey Brown
Gabriel did not need to enter her room or read her thoughts to smell slippery cum. The lady may say she did not want his cock, but her twat defied her words. He felt the hunger rise inside of him as he made his way to his office.
As it went, Gabriel and Emma shared the evening meal with the children and subsequently placed them to bed each evening. He would walk her down the long hallway and bid her a good rest.
Emma closed her eyes and dreamed of her employer that night. Touching her, loving her, and bringing her to an orgasm. Each time she awoke she felt empty and bereft of company. As a few days and nights passed, Emma found herself forming feelings for Gabriel. Feelings that were akin to love. She denied herself and made excuses, but as she said good evening to Gabriel last evening, she almost asked him into her room for intercourse. Emma always promised herself she would wait for marriage as it was expected of her. However, she wanted a union of love and mutual trust, and she realized if she was willing to give her virginity to Gabriel, she was in love with him.
Gabriel sat at his desk and cursed himself a weak fool. He visited Mercy each night as she slept. He felt a rake and a cad for watching her as she brought herself to an explosive orgasm, spilling her cum on her night rail. His heart that no longer beat felt a tug at the thought of Mercy. He had never met anyone who made him act thus. He denied the idea that he could possibly be in love with her. He could at no time love a woman. He would not bring a human across to be the monster he knew he was. He had to stop this. He must stop this. She would only be hurt in the end, and he would be alone for all eternity.
That evening he did not go to her.
As she taught the children, she dreamed of Gabriel and his loving touch. Her heart warmed at the idea of children and marriage with Gabriel. She knew it was fanciful, but the dream was there nevertheless. She had to remind herself that she was his governess and employers rarely married their help.
* * * *
The duke sat upon his chair drinking a measure of scotch when a footman showed another man in.
“We have had no trace of her, your grace. It is as if she has vanished into a thin air. We have had men scouring the countryside for her. She has yet to be seen. Shall I move on to the servants?” the man asked.
The duke was prepared for this. “Indeed, find her maid and question her again, thoroughly. She must know where her mistress has gone. Find her by any means necessary.”
“What of her father?”
“I have his cooperation, and I believe he has no idea of where she had fled. He has more to lose if she does not marry me,” he stated.
“Very well, your grace.”
The man left the room leaving the duke to his drink and his thoughts.
* * * *
Gabriel was waking up from his death sleep as George walked in.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, George?” he asked.
“I have inquired about our governess and have yet to find anyone that knows of her existence. It is as if she was conjured by air, my lord. I have made contact with those I know in Sussex, and they have never heard of Mercy Goodwin, nor do they recognize her by description. I believe we have to take her story as fiction and move on to other contacts, sir.”
“Indeed, George, do whatever you can.”
“Aye, my lord, and I must say that the children are exuberant to eat with you this evening. They have a story of the house cat and a mouse they want to share with you,” George said with a twinkle in his eye.
Gabriel smiled with affection at the statement of the children. He had become accustomed to them, no longer feeling strange around the small people.
Gabriel stood and dressed for the evening meal. His mind raced to Mercy and heard her breathing and laughing with James and Rose. It felt almost domestic, and Gabriel shut his mind off to the noises. He and Mercy could never live as a family. He could not at any time give her children, and a young woman like Mercy deserved to have dozens of them. He could not watch as she grew old and succumbed to human death, and he would not cross her into the monster he was now.
Emma waited patiently with the children in the dining room waiting for his lordship. She felt her heart begin to race when he stepped into the room. He was as always breathtakingly handsome. His hair was slightly fussed by the wind, which aided him in a roguish look. Their eyes connected, and she could feel the spark from the tips of her toes to her hairline. This must be love.
As he sat, so the evening went. The children told him of what they learned today and of the mouse the cat had caught earlier. It was a joyful dinner full of laughter. She had never experienced so much merriment. It made her crave a family of her own. Two children much like James and Rose, and a husband who was handsome and loving. She smiled at her own thoughts when Gabriel looked upon her.
* * * *
She was beautiful, her hair, eyes, lips, and body. He craved her mouth as if she was made of sweets. He wanted to feel her orgasm around his cock, milking him of his cum. His body made demands of him that he could not possibly give. He cursed his own weakness and looked away from the tempting creature.
* * * *
As the meal came to an end, Gabriel and Emma attended to their nightly ritual, however, Emma felt something was amiss. Gabriel did not tease her. He kept his distance, trying not to touch her in the process of putting the children to sleep.
When they came upon her bedroom door she asked, “Is something amiss, my lord?”
“Not at all, Miss Goodwin,” he lied.
She bit her lip in worry, and he cursed her for biting that tempting plump lip. He wanted to bite her lip.
“Then I bid you a restful evening, my lord.” She began to close the door but stopped.
She looked into his eyes with want and temptation.
Gabriel said a vile curse and took her into his arms. He kissed her lips and tasted Heaven. He knew her body would be pliant in his arms, and she melted like chocolate into his mouth. She was perfection, and he could no longer deny himself. He knew if he took her, he would take all of her. He was desperate for her.
Emma moaned against his mouth and gave up to the rapture of the moment. She wanted this man. She loved him to distraction. It was odd to love a virtual stranger, to feel such emotion for a man she hardly knew, and the things she did know were mad. He at no time ate at supper. He was never about during the daylight hours, and the home was devoid of mirrors. Even knowing all, she still wanted this man. She would pay a high price for her lust, but she was willing to pay it.
She turned her body into the room, and Gabriel shut the door and backed her into the cold hard wood. He was unrelenting in his kiss; his hands turned to her breasts and molded her nipples into stiff points that made her center weep. She moved her hips upon his own and found supreme satisfaction in hearing him groan. She was tempting him every bit as much as he was her. She was going to give her innocence to this man, and she could not find it within herself to say no. She wanted him to breach her pussy and pump his cock into her until they were both replete.
Gabriel knew this would not end on a simple kiss. They would have sex this evening, and this would be the first time for Gabriel not being able to read the woman’s mind, give her the pleasure she sought before she could ask for it. It would be as if he was pumping into her pussy as a mortal once again.
“Before we continue, I must tell you this will not stop at a mere kiss. I want to make love to you, Mercy, complete love. I want to place my cock within your pussy, and make us both come.”
Emma wanted to hear him say her name, but stopped herself short of revealing all. She shivered at his naughty, vulgar words. She wanted him to take her pussy hard and quickly. She wanted to taste his cum upon her lips.
“Please take me, Gabriel.”
With that said, he took her mouth in a fevered kiss that could not be denied.
Chapter Seven
They clung together as if time could rip them from each other’s arms. He reluctantly let go of her lips to turn her away
from him to unclasp the tiny buttons down her back. Gabriel found himself wanting to rip the garment from her body. However, he held himself back just enough to attend to the task.
As Emma waited for him to relieve her of her dress, she held her arms at her side even though they itched to touch his breeches where his cock stood out. When he finally removed the dress and the underlying corset and shift, she was completely bare to his gaze, save her stockings.
He looked at her small yet curvaceous body. She was perfection. She had plump, willing breasts that were creamy and topped with raspberry nipples. Her waist tapered into the juncture of her thighs. Her wet curls were covering a sweet cunt that almost brought Gabriel to his knees to taste her.
He moaned and reached for her. She held her hands up and said, “You must disrobe as well, my lord.”
Gabriel looked down at his fully attired clothing and smiled. He had never smiled during intercourse before. It was a pleasant change from his other armors. He attacked his cravat, removed his white linen shirt, and then removed his breeches and boots in one move. He could have willed his clothes off his body. However, Mercy did not know of his undead state.
Emma looked upon her lover in wonder. He had a broad chest, narrow hips, and his cock was monstrous. She had seen horses in her father’s stable before, however, they could not compare with that of Gabriel. His cock seemed to pulse under her stare. He was waiting and smiling at her open admiration.
“Does it not please you, my lady?”
“I am unsure, sir. Mayhap we should give it a go and see,” she said cheekily.
Gabriel laughed and reached for her. She shivered at his touch, when he brought her body to his. She felt his cock brush against her stomach. She felt empty as if she needed to be filled by him.
He kissed her deeply and hungrily. He placed his hands over her hips and carried her to her bed. He laid her upon the cool and crisp sheets. They both moaned as he came down to lie on top of her. The feeling of almost being one with her was incredible. He began to rotate her nipples into hard nubs that made her buck her hips in response. Her small hands traced the muscles of his chest in response. He was powerfully made. His skin was cool to her hot touch. His hands moved further down her body. He teased her belly button as his lips made their way to her bountiful breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and feasted as his finger found her clitoris and her outer lips.
“Oh, God, please, Gabriel. I have dreamed about this for so long. You are teasing me.”
“I am teasing myself. I thought I could stay away from you, but you have bewitched me. I want to watch your face as you reach your orgasm. I want to feel you come around my cock. Please let me please you.”
As he said the words, he looked into her eyes and renewed his efforts to bring her to an orgasm. He placed his lips once again to her breasts. He felt his fangs descend. They always had when he was close to orgasm. He had never experienced such a fever with any other woman before. He was desperate to be inside of her tight, wet pussy. He renewed his efforts to bring her to completion. He massaged her twat and feasted upon her bountiful breasts. He was in such frenzy that he forgot his teeth, and they accidentally scraped her sensitive nipple, but instead of crying out in pain, she moaned in pleasure. Her passion almost brought him to his end, and he needed to bring her to her pinnacle.
Emma was out of breath. He was raising her up so very quickly, she did not know if she could survive. The reality of being made love to was better than her midnight dreams. His fingers made her feel full and wicked. He was a clever lover with even more intelligent hands. She was writhing toward something. She felt the base of her spine tingle, and the tingling traveled to her cunt and exploded onto his fingers.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers, and he nearly bit into her thigh. He could feel the blood pulse and pound into her twat, making him hungry. However, he could hold his hunger in check as she bucked onto his hand.
“Please, Gabriel, come to me and make me a woman.”
He could no longer deny himself the paradise that was her body. He slid to meet her mouth with his lips. He placed his swollen cock at her pussy and probed. She was slick and hot, perfectly ready for shagging. He slid inside of her inch by agonizing inch. He was careful not to hurt her. She was a virgin, and he wanted to make her first time a memorable one. It brought him great satisfaction to know he would be the primary.
She felt full and tight, but she wanted this, she wanted him inside of her filling her, making her his. She loved Gabriel. She wanted to be his for all of eternity. He hesitated, and then she felt a flash of pain. Emma yelped and was soothed by his kisses.
He hit her maidenhead and then pushed through, which in turn made her tear and bleed. The scent of blood filled the room. He growled, kissed her, and subsequently held still. “Are you all right?” he gasped out.
She tested her hips and felt the desire to move again inside of her. “Aye, please.”
He began to move against her. She was incredibly tight and wet, and he was ready to explode inside of her pussy. She had no idea how to move against him, but she did want to please him, so she bucked against his hips. She grasped his buttocks and rode the storm with him. She brought her nails up to his shoulders and scratched down his back in pleasure.
“Please, Gabriel, harder and faster…” she pleaded.
He looked into her eyes and took her hands and placed them above her head. He ground his hips into her and slammed inside. She gasped in delight as he moved strongly against her. His ballocks slapped against her arse, as he moved within her pussy. She felt her orgasm come swiftly and fiercely.
She was slick with sweat when she felt him come inside of her. He groaned and shook and then furthermore fell upon her. It was the most incredible encounter of her life. Her heart filled with love for this man. She gave her innocence to him. He gave her everything. She felt guilty that she had deceived Gabriel. Perhaps it was time to tell him the truth. However, she felt exhausted. She fought to keep her eyes open, but lost a losing battle as he soothed her bare back and crooned to her.
He felt her sleep after a while of soothing her. He moved from her and brought her body into his side. He felt real contentment for the first time in a century. Mercy felt perfect nestled next to his body. She felt as if she was born to be there. He began to feel very old and corrupt. He looked at his Mercy and guessed her age to be either nineteen or twenty. When he was brought across, he was five and thirty, already fifteen years older than his lover. He knew little about Mercy. She said she was from Sussex, but that was untrue. What was she hiding from or who? So many questions with no real answer. He debated the merits of asking her for the truth. They were now connected on a level of intimacy that went beyond employer and employee.
In the late hours of the night, they came together once more. It was slow and easy coitus that brought a sheen of tears to Emma’s eyes. This man was her one and only love. She could think of no other that could fill that description. She knew she would love him forever.
Gabriel moved from her just before dawn. He looked down at the perfection that was her body. He was pleased to know he could make love to her and not feed. He materialized clothing on his body and moved through the wall and walked through to his room. He hated to leave the welcoming warmth of her pussy and her bountiful breasts. He wanted to take her once again and bring forth an agonizing orgasm that would milk his cock of his cum. Lethargic and sated, he fell into a deep sleep that was haunted with images of such unbridled passion. He could not recall its’ equal.
* * * *
Duke Greensburg’s estate
Lily had been beaten to near death. She had not told the man that kidnapped her where Emma was. She knew if she did it would mean her death. The man backhanded her once more, and she gasped in pain as she felt the blood trickle from her lip.
“We have been at this all night, Lily. Tell me what I need to know, and I shall let you go.”
“I do not know what you want to know.”
Lily whimpered in pain as she firmed her lips in resolve.
* * * *
The earl’s castle
When Emma awoke the next morning, she was debilitated by a crushing headache.
She dressed carefully and met the children in the nursery. The day went by very slowly with both children showing genuine concern for her. She reveled in the love she felt for these children. In the short time she had been in residence here, she had come to love them dearly. As if they were always her children. Later that evening Emma could not take the pain anymore and spoke with George. She would not be attending supper this evening and told him not to send a tray up for her.
A few hours later a knock came to her door. Feeling as if she would vomit if she moved, she called out, “Come in.”
“George and Anne say you are having another headache that it is very terrible this evening,” Gabriel stated as he closed the door.
“Aye, it is much worse today than it ever has been. I thought that it was perhaps becoming better when I had not had a bout of pain in days. George gave me an elixir to cure it, but it has become worse.”
Gabriel knew that his blood must have worked out of her system, which meant that she needed to take his blood once again, but before he gave her any more of his blood, he must know who she was. Gabriel sat upon her bed next to her prone body. He clasped her hand and said, “I am to guess that we will not be engaging in any activities this evening that may cause you exertion?”
Emma pale lips cracked a small smile and said, “I suppose not. However, we probably should not engage in that particular activity until I know whether or not I am expecting.”
“Expecting? Expecting what I may ask?” He smiled.