Of Fair Maidens, Intrigue and Revenge - excerpt - HITTER
Author: kitcountssouls aka kitty69lover in disguise
Rating: R
Category: dark medieval drama
Characters: Aurore Wenger [heheheeh], John Terry, Sergi Busquets, Cesc Fabregas & Count Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Length: fragment posted for testing. my last addition to the now long defunct collabo with devioussoul10 & thecountess35
Summary: betrayed and hurt, Aurore gets her boys to carry out her revenge and then finds solace in the least likely of arms.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: testing posting under this username. read tho, it's pretty good. :P
[...]
She shut the door and locked it before he could speak another word and then collapsed on her bed.
Why had this happened…why would Maria betray her like this? They had never been friends, not like Benita was with her maid, Naina. But she had never looked down or completely mistreated her, like Milia did to Olivia. She had always tried to be nice…then it hit her. Maria’s weird behaviour ever since the Viscount had set foot in the Castle…her mood shifts since her engagement to Daniel had been announced….Maria was crushing on her man…and she had tried to steal him from her.
She closed her eyes. No-one stole her man. No-one had ever dared nor would ever dare…until now. She had done it so many times, to so many nice girls, yet it hit her now how horrible it felt to have it done to her. Maria would pay. Dearly so.
The plan formed in her mind, she had never thought quicker. She got dressed and went straight to the kitchen. Even though it was rather late, she knew the kitchen staff never went to bed early. She would find someone appropriate for the task there.
She entered and indeed, Deco, David and John were still there, playing cards. They greeted her warmly, but she cut them off.
“John, get ready to take me to the village.”
“But Aurore, it is quite late at night…”
“Precisely why I need you to accompany me. Come on.”
The two left without further ado and in 20 minutes they reached one of the better-looking cottages. Aurore knocked confidently and an elderly man opened.
“Hello señor Busquets. Could I speak to Sergi, please?”
“Mademoiselle Aurore, what a surprise! Is Sergi in any sort of trouble?”
“Oh, no, do not worry, I just need a quick word with him.”
Busquets Sr. called out for his son and the lanky brunette emerged, surprised to see Aurore there.
John watched them head into the darkness of the Busquets’ back yard, but could not hear much of the conversation. They were whispering and the only time Aurore raised her voice, she said “You owe me…you know that…”, but he couldn’t catch his reply.
After 10 minutes, they returned. Sergi looked like Aurore had just announced some death in his family, while Aurore herself looked gloomy.
“It is settled. 10 o’clock tomorrow. I trust you Sergi. Remember that.”
“What the hell was this all about?” John could not help himself as they were returning.
“The less you know about this, the better.”
“But I do not know anything.”
“Then it is perfect.”
John knew he was not as loved as Deco or David, he could not push it with Aurore, so he shut up and let her be. When they reached the castle, he decided to go straight to the manservant’s chamber.
“John, one more thing. Could you summon my brother in my room? Thank you.”
When Francesc entered Aurore’s chambers, he found her fully dressed, sitting on her bed, looking straight at a wall.
“Tragedy upon my head, Francesc…” she muttered.
He looked at her. Her cheeks were clean, no marks of tears on them. Her eyes were dry, none of the usually tear induced puffiness and redness could be found, they were simply darker, like a cloud was hovering over them. Then he looked at her lips, they were twisted inward, forming a thin line and showing the deep pain his sister was in.
“What happened?” he asked softly, sitting on the bed next to her.
“I was betrayed. Maria showed Daniel that I was with Sergio…nevermind that I was trying to tell Sergio that it is over between us, nevermind that I had been behaving since the engagement was announced, it is over.”
“I am sorry to hear that.” And he meant it.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. He had really imagined his sister had truly found her happiness, her one. If Milia had accepted Gerard, he knew she had done it just to get it over with…as her heart reached for a forbidden man, and Benita [insert Benita situation], Aurore had truly seemed to be content with the Danish Viscount.
“It is partly your fault.” She continued. “Had you seduced Maria, like I told you to, and had kept her in check, she would not have fallen for *my* betrothed and pulled such a stunt…”
“Hey, I tried…” he started, not wanting to made culprit for this.
“Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You were given a task, and you failed, letting both Milia and me down. Lucky I was able to pull it off without you! You owe me. You will help me punish Maria. So listen carefully!”
She explained her plan. Maria was going to be fired the next day and sent to Paris, to service Aurore’s good friend Noemie Lenoir.
“But you don’t have a friend called Noemie Lenoir.”
“It matters less. Maria will never get to her destination. Sergi will pick her up in his carriage and whenever you feel like it, you will ambush them, masked. Sergi was instructed to stay out of your way…so you can kill Maria. He will bring back her corpse. We will shed tears and this affair will be buried forever.”
He could not believe what he was hearing. She was asking him to kill. Sure, he was hardly a saint and he had had his share of duels…but killing a woman…he could not.
“I cannot do this. Do you even realize what you are asking of me?” he said, letting go of her hand.
“You can and you will.”
“But why me? Why can’t Sergi do it?”
“Because he had never killed in his life, and it needs to be an accident, a bandit attack, something that would not be tracked back to us…not that anyone would care about a stupid maid, anyway…”
“Why cannot you have one of your lapdogs do it then?” he countered.
“Because none can be seen missing from the household….while no-one keeps tabs on your nightly whereabouts…dumbass!”
“I refuse.”
“You are not in the position to refuse…what if I told you I know the best-kept secret in this Castle? And that I will not hesitate to use it.”
He grew pale and stood up. If she knew, and judging by her piercing gaze, she knew indeed, he was doomed. She watched him turning from confident to downright haunted. She pursed her lips. She hated when men showed any sort of weakness.
“It only happened once…” he uttered, a pale excuse.
“Yes, but once is still one time too many. I believe we have settled this. They leave tomorrow at 10. Wear a mask.”
She thus dismissed him, remaining all-alone with her thoughts and feelings. She felt her heart heavy, in fact, like ripped to shreds, for the first time in her life. It was both pulsating with hurt and feeling like a deep void in her chest. She loved Daniel, the awful state she was in was proof of that, but she knew he had lost him.
He was too righteous, too correct to accept her in her soiled state. She knew he had not cared about her past escapades, but she was well aware that he had expected faithfulness from her once the engagement band was placed on her finger. She felt like all the pain that was strangling her from the inside would erupt soon, and she didn’t want to cry. She could not afford to cry, not until Maria would be dead. She remembered what she did to Sarah. Now she knew how her former best friend had felt.
And by God, it was unbearable. She did not want to feel this. She refused to let the ache take over her body and mind. She needed a distraction. Something that would take her mind off it. All the while, sex had been her favourite pastime, now it would have to be the instrument of her healing.
She went out, determined. But she ended up walking aimlessly on the hallways. She could not go into the manservant’s chambers and disturb them. She had never done it and it would alert everyone that something had happened. She did not need pity, which would be what her faithful men would give her. She didn’t need Deco to make sweet love to her…it would just remind her of Daniel. Besides, none of the staff was available.
She had to choose someone rough, someone she had never been with or at least someone that would just give it to her, no questions asked. The Earl of Whiston would’ve been the best choice…but he had left right after her engagement to Daniel had been made public. Even in her distressed and disturbed state, she still had the dignity to not want to throw herself in Zidane’s arms.
Dom Jose, Marquez…they wouldn’t understand. For the first time, there seemed to be a shortage of men for Aurore at the Castle. Just when she was pondering whether she should head to the village and look up Martin Caceres, as she was deep in thought, she bumped into a tall figure that had just emerged from one of the chambers.
“Count Zlatan!” she let out a half hushed cry, recognizing the man.
He said nothing, so she threw herself in his arms, finally seeing an end to her search, burying her face in his torso [more like in his abs lol]. He patted her on the back, not really knowing what to do, what was asked of him. He had remained at the castle for a little while longer, even if he had failed to win Milia’s hand in marriage, but as far as he was concerned, Aurore was also engaged…something must’ve happened…
“Just take me.” she said looking up at him.
She looked like she was suffering, and yet, incredibly beautiful in her disheveled state, her hair cascading in what looked like deep shades of scarlet in the candlelight. He would not deny himself the pleasure of ploughing her. He picked her up in his arms and reentered his chambers.
He put her on the bed, where she seemed to be perfectly content to just lay and looked at her. Every other time when he had seen Aurore, she seemed like a healthy, happy, maybe a little bitchy woman and what he had before his eyes was certainly none of that. She seemed lifeless, her eyes closed to not gaze around like blind orbs. He sat on the bed next to her and pulled her up, in his arms, to kiss her.
She allowed the kiss, but remained overall limp, her arms placed conventionally on each of his shoulders. He began to unlace her corset strings, trying to not look at her distraught visage, while she moved minimally, just to help him get the dress off.
Finally, she was naked and he couldn’t help but grin at her perfect body, tiny, yet beautifully sculptured. He caressed her breasts and then her pubis, while she held her eyes closed, arms spread on the sheets, a zombie. Then he unbuttoned and lowered his breeches and positioning himself between her thighs, he began to enter her.
She was not wet enough, and very tight [surprisingly!!] and he could see that it hurt her. Her lips were twitching and her hands had grabbed the sheets. He wasn’t sure if he should continue.
“Don’t stop.” She said, noticing his hesitation.
He progressed a little more, only to see her whole face contorting. He couldn’t do this.
“I’m hurting you…” he whispered, wearily.
“Then hurt me, Zlatan.” She sighed, finally opening her eyes, finally alive, finally embracing her fate.
Rating: R
Category: dark medieval drama
Characters: Aurore Wenger [heheheeh], John Terry, Sergi Busquets, Cesc Fabregas & Count Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Length: fragment posted for testing. my last addition to the now long defunct collabo with devioussoul10 & thecountess35
Summary: betrayed and hurt, Aurore gets her boys to carry out her revenge and then finds solace in the least likely of arms.
Disclaimer: this used to be only in my head, but overload of sexiness made it spill on the webpage.
Authors Notes: testing posting under this username. read tho, it's pretty good. :P
[...]
She shut the door and locked it before he could speak another word and then collapsed on her bed.
Why had this happened…why would Maria betray her like this? They had never been friends, not like Benita was with her maid, Naina. But she had never looked down or completely mistreated her, like Milia did to Olivia. She had always tried to be nice…then it hit her. Maria’s weird behaviour ever since the Viscount had set foot in the Castle…her mood shifts since her engagement to Daniel had been announced….Maria was crushing on her man…and she had tried to steal him from her.
She closed her eyes. No-one stole her man. No-one had ever dared nor would ever dare…until now. She had done it so many times, to so many nice girls, yet it hit her now how horrible it felt to have it done to her. Maria would pay. Dearly so.
The plan formed in her mind, she had never thought quicker. She got dressed and went straight to the kitchen. Even though it was rather late, she knew the kitchen staff never went to bed early. She would find someone appropriate for the task there.
She entered and indeed, Deco, David and John were still there, playing cards. They greeted her warmly, but she cut them off.
“John, get ready to take me to the village.”
“But Aurore, it is quite late at night…”
“Precisely why I need you to accompany me. Come on.”
The two left without further ado and in 20 minutes they reached one of the better-looking cottages. Aurore knocked confidently and an elderly man opened.
“Hello señor Busquets. Could I speak to Sergi, please?”
“Mademoiselle Aurore, what a surprise! Is Sergi in any sort of trouble?”
“Oh, no, do not worry, I just need a quick word with him.”
Busquets Sr. called out for his son and the lanky brunette emerged, surprised to see Aurore there.
John watched them head into the darkness of the Busquets’ back yard, but could not hear much of the conversation. They were whispering and the only time Aurore raised her voice, she said “You owe me…you know that…”, but he couldn’t catch his reply.
After 10 minutes, they returned. Sergi looked like Aurore had just announced some death in his family, while Aurore herself looked gloomy.
“It is settled. 10 o’clock tomorrow. I trust you Sergi. Remember that.”
“What the hell was this all about?” John could not help himself as they were returning.
“The less you know about this, the better.”
“But I do not know anything.”
“Then it is perfect.”
John knew he was not as loved as Deco or David, he could not push it with Aurore, so he shut up and let her be. When they reached the castle, he decided to go straight to the manservant’s chamber.
“John, one more thing. Could you summon my brother in my room? Thank you.”
When Francesc entered Aurore’s chambers, he found her fully dressed, sitting on her bed, looking straight at a wall.
“Tragedy upon my head, Francesc…” she muttered.
He looked at her. Her cheeks were clean, no marks of tears on them. Her eyes were dry, none of the usually tear induced puffiness and redness could be found, they were simply darker, like a cloud was hovering over them. Then he looked at her lips, they were twisted inward, forming a thin line and showing the deep pain his sister was in.
“What happened?” he asked softly, sitting on the bed next to her.
“I was betrayed. Maria showed Daniel that I was with Sergio…nevermind that I was trying to tell Sergio that it is over between us, nevermind that I had been behaving since the engagement was announced, it is over.”
“I am sorry to hear that.” And he meant it.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. He had really imagined his sister had truly found her happiness, her one. If Milia had accepted Gerard, he knew she had done it just to get it over with…as her heart reached for a forbidden man, and Benita [insert Benita situation], Aurore had truly seemed to be content with the Danish Viscount.
“It is partly your fault.” She continued. “Had you seduced Maria, like I told you to, and had kept her in check, she would not have fallen for *my* betrothed and pulled such a stunt…”
“Hey, I tried…” he started, not wanting to made culprit for this.
“Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You were given a task, and you failed, letting both Milia and me down. Lucky I was able to pull it off without you! You owe me. You will help me punish Maria. So listen carefully!”
She explained her plan. Maria was going to be fired the next day and sent to Paris, to service Aurore’s good friend Noemie Lenoir.
“But you don’t have a friend called Noemie Lenoir.”
“It matters less. Maria will never get to her destination. Sergi will pick her up in his carriage and whenever you feel like it, you will ambush them, masked. Sergi was instructed to stay out of your way…so you can kill Maria. He will bring back her corpse. We will shed tears and this affair will be buried forever.”
He could not believe what he was hearing. She was asking him to kill. Sure, he was hardly a saint and he had had his share of duels…but killing a woman…he could not.
“I cannot do this. Do you even realize what you are asking of me?” he said, letting go of her hand.
“You can and you will.”
“But why me? Why can’t Sergi do it?”
“Because he had never killed in his life, and it needs to be an accident, a bandit attack, something that would not be tracked back to us…not that anyone would care about a stupid maid, anyway…”
“Why cannot you have one of your lapdogs do it then?” he countered.
“Because none can be seen missing from the household….while no-one keeps tabs on your nightly whereabouts…dumbass!”
“I refuse.”
“You are not in the position to refuse…what if I told you I know the best-kept secret in this Castle? And that I will not hesitate to use it.”
He grew pale and stood up. If she knew, and judging by her piercing gaze, she knew indeed, he was doomed. She watched him turning from confident to downright haunted. She pursed her lips. She hated when men showed any sort of weakness.
“It only happened once…” he uttered, a pale excuse.
“Yes, but once is still one time too many. I believe we have settled this. They leave tomorrow at 10. Wear a mask.”
She thus dismissed him, remaining all-alone with her thoughts and feelings. She felt her heart heavy, in fact, like ripped to shreds, for the first time in her life. It was both pulsating with hurt and feeling like a deep void in her chest. She loved Daniel, the awful state she was in was proof of that, but she knew he had lost him.
He was too righteous, too correct to accept her in her soiled state. She knew he had not cared about her past escapades, but she was well aware that he had expected faithfulness from her once the engagement band was placed on her finger. She felt like all the pain that was strangling her from the inside would erupt soon, and she didn’t want to cry. She could not afford to cry, not until Maria would be dead. She remembered what she did to Sarah. Now she knew how her former best friend had felt.
And by God, it was unbearable. She did not want to feel this. She refused to let the ache take over her body and mind. She needed a distraction. Something that would take her mind off it. All the while, sex had been her favourite pastime, now it would have to be the instrument of her healing.
She went out, determined. But she ended up walking aimlessly on the hallways. She could not go into the manservant’s chambers and disturb them. She had never done it and it would alert everyone that something had happened. She did not need pity, which would be what her faithful men would give her. She didn’t need Deco to make sweet love to her…it would just remind her of Daniel. Besides, none of the staff was available.
She had to choose someone rough, someone she had never been with or at least someone that would just give it to her, no questions asked. The Earl of Whiston would’ve been the best choice…but he had left right after her engagement to Daniel had been made public. Even in her distressed and disturbed state, she still had the dignity to not want to throw herself in Zidane’s arms.
Dom Jose, Marquez…they wouldn’t understand. For the first time, there seemed to be a shortage of men for Aurore at the Castle. Just when she was pondering whether she should head to the village and look up Martin Caceres, as she was deep in thought, she bumped into a tall figure that had just emerged from one of the chambers.
“Count Zlatan!” she let out a half hushed cry, recognizing the man.
He said nothing, so she threw herself in his arms, finally seeing an end to her search, burying her face in his torso [more like in his abs lol]. He patted her on the back, not really knowing what to do, what was asked of him. He had remained at the castle for a little while longer, even if he had failed to win Milia’s hand in marriage, but as far as he was concerned, Aurore was also engaged…something must’ve happened…
“Just take me.” she said looking up at him.
She looked like she was suffering, and yet, incredibly beautiful in her disheveled state, her hair cascading in what looked like deep shades of scarlet in the candlelight. He would not deny himself the pleasure of ploughing her. He picked her up in his arms and reentered his chambers.
He put her on the bed, where she seemed to be perfectly content to just lay and looked at her. Every other time when he had seen Aurore, she seemed like a healthy, happy, maybe a little bitchy woman and what he had before his eyes was certainly none of that. She seemed lifeless, her eyes closed to not gaze around like blind orbs. He sat on the bed next to her and pulled her up, in his arms, to kiss her.
She allowed the kiss, but remained overall limp, her arms placed conventionally on each of his shoulders. He began to unlace her corset strings, trying to not look at her distraught visage, while she moved minimally, just to help him get the dress off.
Finally, she was naked and he couldn’t help but grin at her perfect body, tiny, yet beautifully sculptured. He caressed her breasts and then her pubis, while she held her eyes closed, arms spread on the sheets, a zombie. Then he unbuttoned and lowered his breeches and positioning himself between her thighs, he began to enter her.
She was not wet enough, and very tight [surprisingly!!] and he could see that it hurt her. Her lips were twitching and her hands had grabbed the sheets. He wasn’t sure if he should continue.
“Don’t stop.” She said, noticing his hesitation.
He progressed a little more, only to see her whole face contorting. He couldn’t do this.
“I’m hurting you…” he whispered, wearily.
“Then hurt me, Zlatan.” She sighed, finally opening her eyes, finally alive, finally embracing her fate.