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The creature came closer, its gaze racking her. To her astonishment--not to say horror--the already immense phallus grew even larger.
In an instant, the horned beast leaped onto the altar and crouched over her. She smelled its breath--rather oddly, it had recently been drinking ale--and felt the heat of its skin scorching her.
But its eyes, when she dared to look into them, were at odds with its feral appearance. In them, she saw something more--at once eternally old and wise yet at the same time filled with the brash vigor of youth. And even, this was the part that made no sense at all, a hint of regret.
She was going mad, that was it. The drink, the oil, they were robbing her of reason.
“Easy,” the beast murmured. “It will be all right.”
Surprise heaped upon surprise. What was this now? The creature sounded just like Charles but that was ridiculous. The Marquess of Ardsley was most certainly not the sort to go about wearing ram’s horns and fornicating on stone slabs for the diversion of the villagers. He favored Savile Row, when he deigned to wear clothes at all.
However, there was no denying that he had the most magnificent body. She creamed thinking of it. There were times when she wanted to run her hands over every inch of him, then follow that with her tongue and--
“Breathe,” he murmured and reached down, spreading her with his fingers.
Instinctively, she obeyed, sucking in lungfuls of air just as he--
Aaahhh! The phallus of the horned god plunged into her, immense, filling her completely. Her whole body tightened. A single stroke, another and she was coming, riding wave after wave of an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
The force that had held her immobile broke free. Her hips rose, her back arching, the greedy muscles of her cunt clenching fast. She reared up, seizing the thick, rough silk of his hair and drew him deeper
His great body shook as she milked him. Even when he should have been spent, she was not done. Her thighs closed around his hips, she flipped him onto his back. The moon climbed in the sky and still she rode him, taking jet after jet of his cum.
The drums sounded, the pipes sang, the men and women of Ardsley danced round and round the stone altar where their lord and lady coupled, surrendering to the most ancient forces of the earth and in so doing, assuring its fertility for another cycle of the sun.
As it had been in the oldest times. As it would be forever.
Appendix
Pagan Practices at Ardsley Manor
On the surface, the mere suggestion that one of England’s oldest and noblest families could harbor pagan sympathies appears ridiculous, if not outrightly slanderous. The Ardsleys, like all our cherished aristocracy, are stalwart upholders of the Church of England (apart from one or two Popish adherents best not spoken of). Over the centuries, many of those outside the direct line of succession have entered the clergy and advanced within it to high estate, occupying the finest bishopric palaces in the wealthiest dioceses. Their selfless service to God, King and Country merits our deepest appreciation and gratitude.
And yet from time to time rumors surface of activities in the vicinity of Ardsley Manor and its nearby village that hint at beliefs drawn from a much earlier era. The Mid-Summer Village Fair is merely one example.
Further enlightenment may lie in an examination of historical events in the vicinity of the manor. It is known, for example, that during the worst of the “Burning Times”--the term is a misnomer as witches were more often hanged--Ardsley Manor alone was spared.
No woman or man there was ever accused, much less made to suffer an agonizing death. No animals--cats, in particular--were deemed familiars and thrown onto burning pyres. Indeed, to this day, there is not a household in the village that lacks a plump, contented feline.
We do have the testament of a witch hunter who had the misfortune to visit Ardsley Manor in the 17th century. The fellow rambles a bit--his mind appears to have been overset by the experience--but we can glean that whatever he found there sent him fleeing into the night. Apparently, he was a nervous sort.
The scattered reports of ancient oaks found festooned with all manner of talismans including the bodies of strangled chickens and hares can be disregarded as the ramblings of day hikers who objected to being set on by the Ardsley hounds.
Private archaeological excavations have been undertaken over the years on the grounds of the estate. Although the results have never been made available to the public, favored scholars have reported evidence of barrows aligned to the winter and summer solstices. In addition, the pretty little pavilion overlooking the lake shows evidence of having been built on the site of a far older temple.
The enlightened mind will acknowledge that the Ardsleys, in the interest of maintaining the happy peace and prosperity of their demesne, may have engaged from time to time in less than orthodox behavior. Indeed, might still be doing so.
That is for them to know--and for us to discover--as we venture ever further into this tale of marriage, mating and mayhem.
∞ ∞ ∞
In the aftermath of the Village Fair, Charles resolves to see to his young wife’s well-being. The fitness program he devises for her brings them closer together than ever before.
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