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Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Babbette did not want to look at him any more! She knew that he was not terrible to look at. In fact the duke was an exceptional example of masculine beauty. His face was angelic, like one of the great masters had carved it out of the finest and whitest marble. His body was very much like his face chiseled. And his hair! There was something about it that was like the most delicate silver brocade. She bit her lip, unable to turn away. Her very breath caught and her head swam. Finally, thank the lord, he decided to walk again. There was an uncharacteristic silence from her. All she could think about was the feelings starting to build and swirl inside of her. The garden, in all of its splendor, was completely lost now on the young woman. She was concentrating on the fact her heart was beating so hard that it was pounding against her temples. She hardly noticed that he slipped behind her. It wasnt until his lips brushed against her ear was she snapped out of her haze. A ripple went through her body. His words were stroking and confident and sent thoughts no young woman should be having. This was going so fast! Too fast. They had just met and they were already in a secluded place with their bodies so close. Duke, she said sharply. You have a silver tongue, that is for sure, but I was warned about men with sweet lips and hasty hands. A cad is what you are painting yourself out to be. Though did she believe it? Her breathing was becoming shallow and fast and her face burnt. What was happening to her? Was she mad?! Bedlam would be a fine place for her now. Where else would a slattern like her go? The beautiful baroness could not pull herself from his arms. No matter how much she bade her body to move, it simply stay put. Now let me go before I scream. There was no weight to the words and it was quite clear that she would not make a scene.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand could not help but notice the way the Baroness' ample chest heaved or the rosy blush that spread across her flawless skin. He also heard the faint quiver of desire lurking in her tones and the hesitance in her limbs to move away from him. It was surprising to see, he could sense immense passion burning within the amazing beauty but she seemed afraid of her own fire so to speak. He took a single step back but responded with a throaty chuckle, Milady my hands are many things but hasty is not something they have been called in the past. He began to walk back around to face the incredible vision who so captivated him already. As he moved his strong and deft fingers brushed across her neck in a featherlight caress. His breath caught as he viewed her more fully, her skin flushed and her large bosom beginning to heave with her apparent desire... The slight tremble to her full and pouty lips, the fires that smoldered in her eyes as if only now awakening. As he came to face the buxom and breathtaking Babbette once more, he found his eyes drawn again to her amber gaze. There was something about her fiery gaze that seemed to ensnare him. His own hypnotic lavender orbs gazed deeply into hers, a radiantly dashing smile spreading across his lips without the Duke even realizing it as he spoke with those rich and enchanting tones of his, I am no cad madam, unless being entranced by a passionate woman with an actual mind and spirit makes me such. He again took that single step towards the Baroness. Once more they were close enough to embrace should they concede to their passions, and his burnt every bit as fiercely as hers seemed to. He spoke again softly his words seeming to drift to her ears alone, I do not think you will call out madam, you quake with the same feelings you stir in me... If succumbing to your fire and beauty makes me a cad... Then what of you mon cherie, who tempts me so and seems to burn with the same passion?
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Her whole body was shaking. From worry. From lust. From the fear of what her own body was telling her. Babbette was a girl who was fiery with passion. His hand against her neck felt wonderful. Too wonderful. Her head spun and she felt as if she were falling into a pit of her own passions. Quickly she muttered under her breath a few Hail Marys but they did little to alleviate the sensation. She tried to look away. This man was some sort of snake charmer. A rascal. A rough. A rake. He was what ever would be the thing to make her mad at him. He mocked her! She looked at him openly full of wrath and many other nasty things that a proper lady wouldnt dare shoot at a man of such standing. Was he insinuating that she was some common harlot?! Her face was now completely red, as was her chest. The blood was rushing around in her ears and her whole body was shaking badly now. She dropped her fan and her eyes narrowed on him. How dare he! How dare he make her feel like a woman of the night. Babbette was a Baroness and the daughter of a renown jeweler. It was beyond insulting what he said. Was she to take it? How much would she have to endure to keep her family in good standings with the King? There was a point where she wouldnt be able to take any more of this! What does that make me? she parroted. Her eyes were widened in bewilderment. What does that make me? I am Baroness Dotrive and nothing more! I have no passion, no fire for you! I have just met you! To flatter yourself so is beyond delusional. Without her thinking her hand went up to strike his face.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The duke was far more versed in posture and stance as it pertained to bettle than any in the court realized. But then again how could any of them hope to realize that the vision of masculine beauty that enthralled them so had seen decades if not centuries of bloodshed. So it was that Mythrand saw the way the baroness shifted her weight, the way her arm tensed, the many subtle signs that said she was preparing to strike him. His reaction was like quicksilver though and in the blink of an eye he had caught her slender wrist in his deft yet powerful hand. Even as he caught her wrist though he was flowing with the motion of her strike, with such grace that he made even this seem a dance he twisted them both around until the luscious beauty was pinned to a wall even as he held her in a gentle yet undeniably powerful grip. Mythrand was surprised by her reaction. But that could not prevent him from seeing how her massive bosom quaked with want, the way her perfect pout quivered with desire, or the way her passion made the makeup upon her cheeks utterly obsolete as her perfect skin flushed in such a tempting manner. He also saw the conflict in those captivating amber eyes. He began to realize that she was afraid, but she had enough interest to follow him here without complaint. Could she truly be that afraid of her passions? Mythrand leaned in just a bit, his breath playing delicately across her supple skin. He held her firmly and managed to focus even through the distraction of her lush figure now pressed ever so lightly against his own chiseled physique. He spoke softly in those rich and melodic tones of his, Milady... I suffer no delusions and it is all I can do to resist the lovely flush of your supple skin, the heaving of your bountiful bosom, and most of all the quiver of your perfect cupids bow... I see the fear and worry in your captivating amber pools Baroness. I think you may fear your passion even as you try push me away with your sharp mind and intellect. He let his fingers caress her delicate wrist where he still held it, his breath playing across the swanlike column of her throat as he spoke. Weather we wanted it to or not Mythrand could not stop his aura from flairing with the passions that the baroness stirred in him. His voice poured softly into her ears as he continued, But I do not fear your passion or fire Baroness Do'trive, and your intellect and wit only draw me like a moth to flame... I find you truly captivating. It was at that moment that his control slipped. Weather it was the way her bosom heaved or her lips trembled did not matter in that moment. The last breadth of space between them vanished as Mythrands lips captured the delectable pout of the beauty in his arms. It was a firm kiss that grew more heated even as he felt his own passions flare from that simple contact. Soon the Duke found himself attempting to part the Baroness' lips and make this kiss even more heated and intimate.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

There was no fighting it. He moved her about like a rag doll. All of her struggling was amounted to absolutely nothing. The duke was a powerful man physically. That thought annoyed and sent a tingle excitement through her. Deep down she liked the assertiveness and she liked that she was completely helpless in his arms. It disgusted her mentally or she pretended it did at least. Her anger boiled more as she was pinned roughly against the wall. Her eyes flashed and smoldered as she glared contemptuously at the nobleman. He spoke of her passion. Her face paled slightly as she listened to his words. Had her body really given off all of those signals without her realizing? Her lusts were easy to read and she was ashamed that she came off so lewd. The behavior was unbefitting of any lady. The Duke Dragonasi seemed to enjoy it though. She noticed certain things about him, too. Like the way he purposely let his breath play across her skin and the way he pressed against her body. Thrills went through her and passion clouded her mind. Something warm and inviting had encased her and muddled her head. All she wanted now was him. Her breathing became more shallow and his words were completely lost to her in this state. Then he leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers. A fire erupted within her and threatened to burn her completely! Babbette began trying to free her wrists from his grasp but, as the kiss deepened, she melted in to it. Her mouth slid open as his tongue prodded past her lips. That warmth now filled her and shot strait from her loins, making a dull throb between her legs. Her own tongue wrapped around his and she began to massage it roughly. It felt good. Perhaps too good but she couldnt stop herself. Sin or no, her body now controlled her actions.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand was beyond pleased as the baroness melted into his kiss. He pulled the beautiful Babbette closer to him as their kiss grew more heated and passionate. He was pleasantly surprised when not only did she part her full and pouty lips but her own deft tongue joined his. Her fiery passion only served to fan the flames of his own desire. He kissed her roughly and with obvious hunger as he released her hand in order to pull her tightly to him. In all his years he had never felt his passion stirred so powerfully by a simple kiss. There was something about the baroness that ensnared and enflamed him so. It was not just her considerable beauty, though said beauty was beyond question. No there was some unseen quality to the passionate woman that he could not resist. So instead he found himself submitting to that allure. One hand found its way up to caress her neck and pull her fully into that intensely passionate kiss. Meanwhile the other gripper her waist at the hip, such an intimate embrace but it felt so natural with the baroness in his arms. He lost himself to that embrace and so had no concept of how long it had lasted when he reluctantly parted his lips from hers in a hungry gasp, Mon Cherie... Your lips are like the most intoxicating of wines... I fear that I may be unable to resist your allure He leaned down to brush his lips along the delicate column of her throat. No longer able to settle for simply teasing he kissed softly along her neck and shoulder. The hand that held to the back of her neck slid down her back then up along her side slowly creeping towards her heaving bosom. His hand stopped just short of her massive bust though as he spoke between kisses, My delightfully tempting Baroness... Be my woman... Let me shower you with all you deserve... I would gladly spend each and every night courting you milady. His hands ached to move higher, as if drawn to her full bosom... Even as his lips lingered ever longer upon her skin. He found his attentions drifting towards the valley of her enticing cleavage as he awaited some form of response from the only woman to ensnare him so, the beautiful Baroness Babbette Do'trive.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Babbettes first kiss was not the kiss of an innocent virgin. There was no sweetness or fumbled words before and after. This embrace was full of lust and want and desire. It made her blood race and the throbbing between her legs turned into a ruthless pounding. More. That is what the little Baroness wanted. Without any fight she tilted her head up as he peppered her neck with kisses. Goosebumps followed his skilled lips and she nearly fell limp in his grip. He stopped and asked her to be his. Her body had decided that for her. Babbette knew full well what she was going to say. Any sort of resistance now would have seemed foolish. There was no way the pair would be seen anyway. At least not in the Kings garden. Of course, she replied softly. I want to be able to see you more and be around you more. It was a silly admission. One that reflected that she was still nave in the ways of passion. Such an embrace had only been in her most restless nights, with dreams that had her awaking to her touching the place between her legs with ardent strokes. This was new and exciting. But she still wanted to touch herself. She wanted to be touched. Please, she begged as his hand glided up. Please, touch me. Her tone was desperate.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand smiled, though the smile was not without hunger as Babbette had fanned the flames of his desire. Her answer was all he could have hoped for. Not only was the ravishing beauty in his arms agreeing to the courtship, but was in fact eager to spend time with him. But that did not prepare the Duke for what she said next. So forward, it was quite aggressive on her part and that actually enticed him. The desperate tone in her voice as she plainly asked for more, was simply to much for him to resist. So his hands slid higher, soon cupping and caressing Babbette's bountiful bosom through her gown. At the same time his kisses trailed further towards the deep chasm of her enticing cleavage as he answered in a voice that dripped with his own want and desire, I can not refuse such a request mon cherie... After all I must see to the wants and needs of my woman. His caresses became rougher and more dominant till he was openly groping her delectable orbs through her dress, his thumbs rubbing her nipples through the fabric as he kissed hungrily at her bosom. But it was that desperate tone of hers and the secluded garden that prompted the next advance. He could tell they both wanted more and knew they would not be disturbed. So those deft hands of the Dukes soon worked to free the Baroness' massive breasts from her dress. It took several moments of intense groping, caressing, and well placed tugs... But soon her large milky orbs were free of her gown. His hands were quick to resume the fondling and caressing of her now exposed bosom. Likewise it was mere moments before his kisses trailed over the swell of her heaving breasts and his lips finally captured one of her delicate nipples. He began to kiss, lick, and nibble at that sensitive nub even as his hands worked her bountiful chest and he began to pinch and pull lightly at her free nipple. Mythrand lost himself to their shared passion. He was a man consumed by desire as he hungrily devoured her full breasts. He eventually moved his lips to her other nipple to give it the same treatment while his fingers began to work his hardened nipple rolling the still moist nub a little more roughly as he growled with passion, As sweet as your lips are my dear... Your bosom is sweeter still... No other has ever enflamed me like this mon cherie, I could spend the whole night thus and never tire.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

A bright flush rose to her cheeks as he began to fondle her wonderful breasts. They laid heavy in his hand as he openly groped her. Babbette bit down harshly on her lip to keep her sounds of urgency from getting too loud. What was happening? This was all going so fast too fast. His lips traveled downwards as they kissed over the beautifully rounded flesh. A hotness spread over her body from the attention. There was no stopping her loud cry as he pulled the material of her gown down, popping her breasts free from the corset as he did so. The cool night air made the rosy mounds harden. She opened her eyes to look as his mouth traveled down her now exposed bosom. She let out a sharp gasp as he clamped his mouth down on one while the other was being roughly pulled. Moans, throaty and loud managed to issue from her bitten lip. It felt so wonderful. The lovely Baroness could not keep her wits about her as his mouth claimed her chest. His mouth and had switched places. By the time he lifted his head up, she was a quivering mass of pleasure. Her mind was clouded completely by her lusts. She did not know which way was up and why she was letting him do this in the first place. But that didnt matter. Her body knew why and her body wanted more still. Please, she begged again. There was a slight whimper to her tone. More. Harder. I want to feel it more than before. Her legs spread a little to allow him to press more against her body.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand was again surprised by how urgent and demanding the baroness was becoming. He would have never expected her to be this eager or possessed of a seemingly insatiable appetite for such sinful pleasures. He graced her with a wolfish smile to encourage her demands, unlike most of the time a forward and passionate woman only enflamed his desire more. So he let his tongue flick at her hardened nipples as he pulled her possessively against him. His firmly muscled leg managed to slip between her spread thighs as she parted them so he was soon pressed against her fully. His own desire was no doubt apparent from the sizable bulge that now filled his trousers. His voice held a bit of a lusty growl as he spoke between his attentions, which now consisted of actually biting and suckling at her rosy nipples as his hands roughly worked the orbs of soft flesh that now overflowed his grip, You need only ask mon cherie... I could never refuse demands to pleasure your exquisite form. Mythrand began to practically devour her magnificent bosom and even guided her delicate hands to his own physique encouraging her to act on her own passion as well. He was lost to the moment even as he marveled at how passionate and demanding she was becoming. It was more than accepting his advances, she demanded more and seemed to shift into poses designed to fan the flames of his desire. He began to wonder if once she did accept her desires he would stand any chance of resisting her oh so ample charms. It was with such thoughts on his mind that he twisted and pinched the Baroness' hard nipples and muffled her cries with a deeply passionate kiss.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The lady Babbette was slipping further and further into that pit of pleasure he was causing. Her body arched to meet his lips as he bit down hard and suckled at her nipples without mercy. It felt so wonderful, so amazing. He moved her hands to his body and she moved them up and down on his chest, moving quickly down until her hands was caressing the sizable lump that was growing still. It wasnt until the passionate kiss did she come to herself again. Gently she pulled her mouth away from his and quickly snatched back her hand. Cloudy amber eyes cleared and she looked up at him. The confusion was plain to see on her beautiful features. How did he get her to be so brazenly wanton? Normally she was so much more reserved than this. Duke, she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Dear Duke. I do not understand how did this happen? I Her words fell short. Guilt filled her at the sight of her bared bosom. This was the first time she let herself be compromised. So easily, too. It just took him pushing her against a garden wall to set her off. This was a horrible turn of events. One that felt unbelievable and simply was amazing. There was a perfectness in their heated exchange. It just felt right for him to be all over her, like an animal.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The Duke groaned into the kiss when her hand found his swelling manhood. As she broke the kiss he too managed to slowly reign in his passions though it took some doing. He was slightly short of breath and absentmindedly licked his lips as he fully noticed the Baroness' state of undress. He first caressed her cheek tenderly placing a stray strand of her auburn hair behind her ear as he answered, I am not entirely certain my dear Baroness, I know only that we became rather entangled... And then we seemed to loose control, though there something so very primal about it. He leaned in to brush his lips softly against those of the Baroness. His hands came up to gently cradle and caress her full breasts as he slid her impressive bosom carefully back into her corset and gown. He slowly withdrew his lips once more and took her hand gently in his own as he spoke softly, Though I do pray you will grace me with your company again as you said.... I do earnestly wish to know the fiery and intelligent beauty before me better. He took a step back and straightened his own attire before once more taking her hand and lifting it to his lips. He let his lips linger elegantly upon the back of her hand marveling still at how she affected him. He used those few moments to settle his passions and gather his faculties before speaking formally in those rich and musical tones of his once more, So would you, Baroness Babbette Do'trive, do me the great honor of allowing me the pleasure of your company that I might lavish upon you the attentions you so clearly deserve... Might you accept this humble Duke's request to court you properly?
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The Dukes answer did not completely make Babbette understand but it was something. At least she could blame it on her more primal desires. Giving it a name made it easier for her to push aside. The guilt grew as he fondled her before putting her back into her gown. What would her father think if he found out? His little angel had let herself be suckled upon and have hands put on her. The beautiful baroness felt like a common whore. Yet she could not help but smile when he took her hand and his words soothed her. Yes. She would like to be courted properly by him. The man was completely irresistible and made her feel things that she never thought even existed. What interesting emotions the Duke stirred within her. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Though now that he offered her a proper courtship, she saw no problem with exploring such brazen desires. Dear Duke, she purred. Her voice was honeyed and dripped with untold lusts. I would be more than willing for you to properly court me. If it leads to a marriage that is. You have already sampled from my garden and I fear I am ruined for any other man.