Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  “Come here my child,” Lady Swann said, holding our her arms. “You are frozen stiff.” She wrapped her cloak around me and held me tight to her. “Up here, into the hay,” she said, pointing to a rickety ladder beside her. I followed her up the creaking rungs into the thickly laid hay that filled the space of the upper floor of the barn.

  “Is it warming you my dear?” she asked, pushing me forwards until I was enveloped by the hay.

  “A little,” I replied, my teeth chattering as I shook uncontrollably.

  “We must get you out of those wet things. You will catch your death of the cold. Come, quickly girl.”

  “I could not,” I replied. “I would be ashamed to expose myself before a lady.”

  “Nonsense my dear. We are both gentlewomen are we not? Now do as you are bid.”

  I set the blanket beside me in the hay before lifting my smock from my chest. I wore nothing under it and Lady Swann gasped at the sight of my pale and slight frame. I continued to undress, pulling off my ragged skirt, shocked by how blue my skin looked.

  “Here child, you must wear my cloak,” Lady Swann said, pulling it from her shoulders. I looked at her red dress in awe of it. Not only as beautiful as her but clearly an expensive fabric, jewels sewn into the shoulders that sparkled even in the halflight of the barn. Around her neck was a necklace much like the web of a spider. “Do you not own underwear?” she asked.

  “No my lady. Too expensive my father said.”

  “Oh I feel ashamed that one living on my estate would be reduced to such rags,” she said, holding up my skirt with a single finger. “You will soon know much finer things I swear. Now come, sit beside me and let me warm you.” She sat in the hay with her arms outstretched. “I grow impatient with you. Do as you are bid.”

  “I am fine my lady.”

  “Nonsense, do you not know it is the height of rudeness to refuse the request of a lady. Come.”

  I moved towards her, letting her arms wrap around my back as I sat in the hay, feeling it scratch at my legs and buttocks. She wrapped the cloak round us both and we remained like that for some time. I was surprised by my lack of shame once I was naked. I felt no sense of embarrassment at being exposed beside this most glamorous of ladies, in fact I felt as if she were a confidant, rather than my superior. Her hands felt so soft on my skin and I found butterflies filling my stomach, a nervousness that I could not explain.

  “Are you warming yet my dear?”

  “A little,” I replied, as a shudder passed over my body, a shudder that was not caused by the cold of the winter air surrounding us.

  “You are still chilled. Hmm,” she frowned as if thinking. “There is a way I know that will warm you in an instant. But tell me, are you willing to try something that some may consider inappropriate?”

  “Anything to get warm my lady,” I replied, little knowing what her suggestion would entail. Her hands gripped me tighter, pulling me round until I was sitting on her lap, my legs wrapped around her hips, plunged deep into the hay. She looked at my face, taking my cheeks in her hands and staring into my eyes.

  “Are you ready?” she asked as I gulped nervously.

  I nodded. “What do you intend to do?”

  “Shush,” she replied, leaning forwards and planting a kiss on my lips.

  “What are you doing my lady?” I asked, trying to pull away from her but unable to escape as she held me tightly in place.

  “It is the best way to warm you,” she replied. “A method I learned many years ago. You must trust me.”

  She kissed me again and this time I did not move. It was the first kiss I’d ever had and it felt exquisite. Her lips felt so soft upon mine and I was most shocked by how right this felt. As she kissed me her tongue slipped into my mouth and began exploring the space within. I remained still, unsure what was expected of me but she seemed not to mind, working her way slowly down my chin to begin kissing my neck as a shiver went through me, this time not formed of cold, but building excitement.

  Her grip on my back loosened and her hands slid round my sides to my chest where she began cupping my breasts. My nipples which were already hard as rock due to the cold began to warm, the skin tingling upon my breasts as she softly caressed and played with me until she again moved on. Her hands slid down my stomach to my legs and she began briskly rubbing my thighs. They began to heat up and as they did so, she slowed her movements to a gentle massage, gradually moving towards my inner thighs.

  I felt a wetness at my pussy, the like of which I’d never experienced before. My whole body seemed on fire now but I had no intention of admitting this, not wanting her ministrations to cease. She slid her fingers ever closer to the core of my being until there was a gentle stroke over a part of me that had never been touched in such a way. I let out a gasp into her mouth, my eyes widening as she smiled back at me.

  “This will warm you the fastest,” she whispered, stroking round my clit, sending shudders of pleasure through me. I felt my pussy begin to widen as it grew wetter and when she slid a finger into me, it moved straight up inside me without any struggle. She moved it back and forth in me as she kissed me again.

  “That is very warming,” I managed to say, my voice little more than a sigh as my whole body began to tense up.

  “Excellent,” she replied. “It is doing the job I envisaged. Remain still for you are not yet as warm as you could be.”

  I remained where I was and she moved herself away from me, lowering her body into the hay until she was laid upon her front, her head upon my thigh. She kissed her way up the flesh of my leg until her face joined her finger upon my pussy. I could feel the wet smoothness of her tongue as it began to tease and caress at the lips of my hole, sliding over my clit in a way that made me cry out loud enough to be heard over the howling wind outside.

  My body felt as if it was on fire, all thoughts of cold forgotten as she played with me, bringing me to new realms of pleasure. I continued to tense up, the muscles in my body straining as I felt as if I was about to explode. She sucked my clit into her mouth as her finger plunged deep inside me and then it happened. It was the first orgasm of my life and it hit me so powerfully, I could do nothing but succumb with a loud scream, letting it take over my body. My limbs twitched and writhed, my pussy felt as if on fire, my clit suddenly too sensitive to touch. She seemed to know this, her mouth moving away from me as she moved the finger inside me slowly and gently before gradually withdrawing it.

  I collapsed down into the hay, my chest heaving as I panted for breath, sweat pouring down my forehead. “Oh my lady,” was all I could manage to say before I began giggling uncontrollably.

  “It is a good way to get warm is it not?” she asked, bringing me back into an embrace with her, my body still burning with heat.

  “It is,” I replied. “It very much is.”

  She glanced around her. “I believe the storm is weakening. Come, we must reach Charred Oak by nightfall.”

  I dressed in my still damp clothes, the heat from my body drying them as we rode the remaining distance to Charred Oak. It took until late into the evening and the light was beginning to fade by the time I caught sight of the village. I had spent some time worrying we had become lost so I was relieved when I saw the tree from which the village bore its name rise up out of the snow. Even as a blackened stump it was still taller than many of the surrounding trees and was a beacon for us as we approached the village. I thanked providence that despite the snow covered track, I had been able to bring us safely to our destination and I felt a sorrow and sense of loss as I realised I would soon by saying farewell forever to Lady Swann.

  We rode past snow covered houses, smoke billowing from each chimney. The streets were deserted which wasn’t surprising given the appalling weather. Finally we reached the village green and Lady Swann brought the horse to a halt by the inn, a stableboy running out to take it from us. Lady Swann brushed the snow from her boots as the horse was led away to the stable before turning to me. “This is w
here we shall stay the night. It is a good place, no pickpockets would dare attempt any establishment with Edward in charge. Come, it will be much warmer inside.”

  We walked into the inn to a chorus of “My Lady, My Lady,” from each person we passed. We reached the innkeeper who was polishing a tankard with a grey cloth. “Lady Swann?” he said, sounding surprised. “What brings you out on such a godforsaken day as this?”

  “I have business with Master Dicken but for now I require something else.”

  “Anything for you my lady.”

  “Fresh clothes for my companion, a hot bath and a bed for the night.” She turned to me. “Follow Edward, he is a good man. I have business I must attend to but I will return presently. Farewell my dear. I will enquire of you when I return.”

  She walked out of the inn without giving me a chance to say goodbye. I watched her go, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, I was missing her already. I jumped when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find Edward waiting for me.

  “If you would follow me miss, I will give you our best room and the bath will be prepared whilst you dine.”

  I walked up the stairs after him, stepping out into a long corridor with doors ranged along it. The end door was locked and Edward took out a key from his pocket to let me inside. I was stunned by the contents of the room in which I found myself. It was almost as large as my entire house. A roaring fire blazed in the grate and the bed seemed big enough for a family to fit comfortably inside.

  “This is Lady Swann’s favourite room when she stays with us,” Edward said proudly. “I hope it is to your satisfaction. I will bring your food up presently and will send Richard up to prepare your bath.”

  He left, closing the door behind him so I turned and pulled open the wardrobe. Inside were a collection of clothes, the like of which I’d never seen before. Each was more beautiful than the last and I felt unsure whether I should even touch them with my filthy hands. I decided to wait until I had bathed before choosing an outfit. I did not have long to wait. There was a knock at the door and Edward returned with a young man around my age beside him. Edward was carrying a tray of food which he set down at the table by the fire.

  “Richard, prepare the bath,” he snapped at the man beside him who was carrying a steaming metal jug which he poured into the waiting bath set near the fire. I sat at the table and ate ravenously, a meal larger than any I had ever enjoyed, the plates piled high with bread, roast meat, steaming vegetables. As I ate, more and more water was fetched, the bath gradually reaching a level that satisfied Edward.

  “I will leave Richard here with you to ensure your satisfaction,” Edward said, walking towards the door and closing it behind him, leaving the two of us alone.

  I noticed Richard staring at the food set out on the table. “Are you hungry?” I asked. He glanced around him before nodding nervously, as if expecting to be admonished for such honesty. “Come join me. There is far too much for one person.”

  “Are…are you sure?” he asked.

  “Of course. Don’t you know it’s rude to refuse a lady?” I joked, remembering Lady Swann’s words. To my surprise he seemed to take me seriously.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, taking the seat on the far side of the table. We ate in silence for a while before finally every morsel was gone and chairs were scraped back. “You must bathe before the water turns cold,” he said at last.

  “I am not going to bathe in front of you,” I replied, draining my tankard of ale.

  “I cannot leave you. Edward has ordered me to ensure you are satisfied in the same way Lady Swann is when she visits.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean by that?”

  “Lady Swann has certain…requirements when she stays here. I am expected to fulfil them.”

  “What sort of requirements?”

  “I cannot say.”

  “I order you.”

  He sighed. “I must help her achieve orgasm and then I am to do the same inside of her.” He blushed bright red as he said those words, as if unsure what might be my reaction.

  An awkward silence filled the air as I looked at him. He was handsome, his cheeks broad, his eyes piercing and dark, a shock of black hair spreading in an unruly way across his head. He had a strange mixture of confidence and nervousness to him that I was finding hard to resist.

  “Then you must do the same for me,” I said, wondering what on earth had come over me. I hadn’t even considered sex with him when I first saw him but the thought of Lady Swann using him for her pleasure had flicked some kind of lever in my brain, bringing to the fore a part of me that had long been dormant and that Lady Swann had encouraged to awaken.

  I stood up and removed my clothes slowly, feeling his eyes upon my body as I stripped. I pulled off my smock and played with my breasts, running my hands over them and teasing my nipples into life as he shifted in his seat. I lowered my trousers and set them aside before spreading my legs slightly and stroking my pussy, feeling it moisten under my ministrations. I pushed a finger up into me before slowly licking the juices from it, watching his eyes widen. I turned to the bath and bent over it, swirling the water with my hands, pointing my bottom towards Richard. I reached behind me and spread my cheeks apart for a moment, feeling deliciously naughty at the thought of him watching me. Finally I stepped into the bath and sat back, raising water with my hands to pour over my body.

  “Come and clean me,” I said, getting to my feet and standing in the middle of the bath, the heat of the nearby fire warming my skin. Richard was by my side in seconds, gulping nervously as he gathered up water with his hands, pouring it over my skin. I felt him begin to caress my skin and I turned towards him, wrapping my arms round him before tugging at his clothes, pulling them over his head. I lowered his trousers and was shocked by the size of his cock as it jutted towards me.

  We began to kiss, him leaning over the side of the bath as his hands slid over my body, brushing past my pussy before continuing on their way, seeming to find every sensitive spot of me and teasing them all until I was aching for him to be inside me. To my surprise a strange sensation spread over me as I felt his cock brush against my leg. I suddenly felt nervous, certain I had taken this too far but when he took me in his arms and lifted me over to the bed, those fears vanished and I melted into him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me, curious as to how different it would feel to Lady Swann’s finger.

  He lay me down on my back and began kissing me, his cock rubbing against my thigh. I reached down and took hold of his shaft, bringing it towards the waiting wetness between my legs. I rubbed it over my labia before nudging him down to my hole. With a single push he was briefly inside me and then he pulled back. Again and again he edged into me, teasing me, making me moan with frustration until I clawed at his back with my fingers, trying ineffectually to bring him deeper into me.

  At last he seemed to tire of tormenting me and thrust home, his cock plunging into my pussy until it was buried as deeply in me as was possible. I cried out with pleasure at the feel of his hot fleshy tool buried in me, stretching and filling my pussy in an exquisite manner. He began to fuck me, his pelvis rubbing on my clit with each thrust as he ground his body against mine.

  He kissed me again, our tongues entwining as he groaned into my mouth. I felt my body tense up as it had done in the barn, my clit tingling ever stronger until a climax hit me. He fucked me throughout it, my pussy contracting round his cock, holding him tightly inside me as my body bucked and writhed under him, my back arched, my mouth wide open in sheer bliss.

  As my orgasm faded he sped up his movements, gripping my buttocks as I wrapped my legs round his back. In seconds he let out a deep grunt and then he thrust a final time into me. I felt his cock twitching inside me followed by the delicious sensation of his spunk filling me up with a wet heat I’d never experienced but was certain I wanted to repeat as often as I could.

  He sank onto my body, panting heavily until his cock began to soften. He slid ou
t of me and stood up, gathering up his clothes. “Do you wish for anything else this evening my lady?” he asked.

  “No,” I grinned, my eyes half closed. “You have done well Richard. You may go.”

  He nodded and headed out of the door, leaving me alone for the briefest of seconds. The door opened once more and Lady Swann limped into the room, her hair wet and bedraggled.

  “My lady?” I said, sitting up in the bed. “What on earth has happened?”

  “Master Dicken,” she replied.

  “What on earth are you talking about?” I asked as she came to sit beside me. She winced as she lowered herself onto the bed.

  “I have quite a story to tell Lizzie,” she said. “But I believe I can trust you. Let me explain.”

  To be continued…

  Also by the Same Author

  Lucy Wild is the author of a wide range of erotic stories from steampunk to watersports, adult fairytales to historical ageplay, all published by Luna Swift Publishing, including Jane Bare which has spent a number of weeks at number 1 in the Victorian erotica category. She is a recommended read on Lushstories.com and has been voted a “Hot” author on Literotica.com. You can follow her via the Amazon website to be emailed whenever a new book is published.

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