“Why don’t you come over her beside me Little Bird?”
“Yes Mistress.” Amelia’s heart was beating swiftly as she moved over to sit beside her mistress. The Duchessa turned herself to face Amelia on the seat, carefully moving her skirts aside. She took Amelia’s hands in hers and stroked the top of them gently, while looking her directly in the eyes. Her face was so young, no older than Amelia herself she seemed, and yet so confident and mature. Her beauty was hypnotizing.
“Do you know why I send you, my servants, into the stables?”
“To train us Mistress.” The Duchessa leaned slowly over, and pressed her red lips to Amelia’s throat, kissing the soft skin there with the utmost delicacy, the way one might kiss a cherished locket from a loved one. The contact sent shivers through her entire frame.
“To train you for what my darling?” She whispered lightly into Amelia’s ear, planting still more light kisses on her neck, kisses that traveled to that secret place behind her ear. Amelia felt wildly conscious of what was happening, yet languid and sedate, almost intoxicated. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes enraptured and lost.
“To please you my mistress,” she mumbled almost overcome with desire, not daring to look at her mistress, not daring to return her gentle kisses.
“And what does this entail girl?” With this question the Duchessa cupped Amelia’s small breast in her hand. She squeezed the flesh slowly, twisting and pinching the pink nipple between her fingers. Amelia bit her lip and kept her eyes closed.
“Oh God Mistress,” she mouthed almost silently as the Duchessa kissed down her throat and onto her chest. She tugged one of Amelia’s breasts into her eager mouth, biting, then lapping at the nipple seductively. Amelia felt herself leaning forward, feeding this girl her breast willingly. She was already lost in this new sensation, the warmth from the mouth upon her breast, the suckling upon her ever hardening nipple, awakening a feverish desire deep within her. The Duchessa herself moaned, struggling to get more of Amelia’s breast into her mouth, grabbing and squeezing it roughly with her hand as she sucked, and Amelia heard herself panting as she pressed her face into her mistress’s hair, smelling the blossoms that lay buried within the rich dark curls.
“When I saw you running today, I had to have you Little Bird,” the Duchessa cried through heavy gasps. Amelia felt the girl pulling her closer bodily, and she gladly acquiesced, climbing up and straddling her mistress as she sat upon the seat. The Duchessa ran her fingers into Amelia’s hair, grasping the tightly bound braids and pressed her lips forcefully against Amelia’s. Amelia was taken with an overpowering hunger, a hunger which brought her the strength she needed to kiss back, sliding her own tongue into the Duchessa’s mouth, probing and thrusting it again and again. Yet still she gave in, allowing her mistress license to suck and twirl her strong tongue against her servants, learning her place, to provide and take pleasure in proper proportion.
Both of them were moaning now, lost in sensory delight, oblivious to one another’s station. The Duchessa was struggling to unfasten her green dress, peeling it from her body, desperate to be naked with Amelia. Thrillingly, Amelia was helping, and her cries were wild and desperate as her mistress’s nakedness was revealed. The girl’s sweet odor was as it was before in her bedchamber, just as Amelia had remembered it, and Amelia now took the rounded breast into her mouth for the first time, feeling the strange sensation as she suckled the soft flesh, and the firmness of the nipple as it caressed her tongue. Waves of scent permeated her pores and opened her body, preparing her for her mistress. She pushed Amelia back upon the red velvet seat and Amelia felt her kissing her abdomen, her thighs, bathing her in fiery caresses from her tongue and teeth, covering the landscape of her belly with her hungry red lips.
Then shockingly the Duchessa was insinuating her head between Amelia’s thighs, and Amelia felt the licking and sucking upon her sex. She cried out frightened at this sensation, at the feeling of being pleasurably devoured, and her mistress was without mercy, stroking the folds of her vulva with her mouth, pausing only for the tongue to slip deeply inside, to move and undulate wildly, rhythmically. Amelia was without control, her body jerking and moving of its own accord, and then she felt the orgasm coming from far off, lightening that warmed her face. She cried out in fear, afraid to come like this, so exposed to her mistress, and she struggled in vain to climb away, to retreat from the animal tongue that writhed and danced against her clitoris. Yet it was too late, and she cried her pleasure, moving in a lurid, beastly manner, joy, and furious ecstasy such as she had never experienced.
Once this had occurred, the Duchessa lounged languidly upon the carriage seat with Amelia, holding her face upon her breast in the dim light. The rise and fall of the girl’s chest was enchanting Amelia in its own right, so she was surprised to hear her mistress break the silence with words.
“Are you listening, Little Bird?”
“Yes my mistress.” Amelia was lost in this young woman’s arms. She needed more of her even now. More of her scent, more of her flesh, she wanted to devour her the way that she herself had been devoured.
“I sent you to the stables for a reason my pet. You are not there like the others, do you understand?” Amelia felt confused by this. She felt herself overcome by fear of not understanding, and she didn’t know how to answer.
“I’m sorry Mistress. I live to serve you.” Even as she spoke the words she knew that she meant them. She was in love.
“There is another there. You know her. Psalm. She is my sister. She aims to take what is mine Little Bird.” Amelia felt herself shudder with the shock of this. Psalm? She was nobility? How? None of this made any sense.
“I don’t understand Mistress. How?”
“My brother Lord Dunmoor, placed her there before you arrived, she was having a love affair with a servant openly, in front of others. This is not permitted. She is being punished. Amelia my darling I need you to win her heart. You must do this. I am not asking.” She had called Amelia by name.
“Mistress I…I, how can I do this?”
“You will find a way Little Bird. You are the most beautiful thing any of us have ever seen.” With this the Duchessa took Amelia’s small face into her hands and kissed her gently, parting her lips, and making love to her mouth once again. The girl was skilled, and the tension enflamed Amelia’s loins in holy fire, bringing them both into a fever again. Amelia realized in that moment she would do anything to have her mistress again, to devour her as she herself had been devoured. Their naked flesh pressed tightly against one another as they kissed, and for a moment the Duchessa seemed as though she would have her nubile young servant once again, but then she pushed the girl away suddenly, growing cold.
“Go now girl. And make me pleased.”
Amelia opened the door of the carriage to see the stars peering down at her. Night had fallen on the moors once again, and she shivered against the crisp air. With a single glance back at her mistress, Amelia stepped down and began the long walk toward the stables.
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