Windblown



"Jack, look quickly. See? He's completely at a loss. I told you he was a virgin."

"Robert, where did you find him?"

"He's the newest midshipman on the Frigate Indefatigable. A friend of young Kennedy."

"So are you already bored tormenting Archie?"

"Not completely. But, I saw Horatio here and just had see him have a go."

"Do you think Kitty is the right girl?"

"Oh, she'll raise his main sail, I think."

"And cast him adrift afterward?"

"Of course..."

The boudoir scene the two men watched played out prettily in a spacious room warmed by a small hearth. A wealth of candles glowed in golden sconces heating the air and perfuming the room with the scent of honey. Erotic paintings of woodland nymphs and randy fauns at their revels decorated the walls. A golden canopy transformed the bed into an exotic tent like those in tales of Bedouin princes.

As Lovelace and his friend looked on, the sweet couple sat demurely on the bed facing their unseen observers. The young man, raven-haired with unruly tangled locks hanging upon his wide brow, seemed to fidget uncomfortably in the closeness of the room. His large dark eyes flashed brilliantly when the buxom redheaded girl turned to him and slowly opened the crisp linen stock knotted about his slender throat.

The girl's arms were bare, her bodice half-undone. Her creamy skin glowed in the candlelight. She was a bold girl, unfurling with pleasure her companion's youthful chest. First the stock and then the shirt. The boy was pale as snow and smooth as Lovelace's satin sheets. Jack gasped and turned to his host. Lovelace smiled an evil grin.

"Good Lord, he's a child, Robert!"

"Shhh! Do you want him to hear?"

The pair sitting on the bed ignored the rustling of rats between the walls. Kitty ran her soft white fingers over her companion's emerging muscles, the swelling shoulders and the waves of ribs. He'd been a Midshipman for only a few months. The work was toughening him, hardening his lean frame. After a year at sea, he would be magnificent.

Horatio shivered and tried to control himself. He placed his hands carefully about the young woman's waist and held her for a moment at arm's length. He glanced down and his cheeks grew ruddy. He was sure the young lady would notice the swelling at his groin. He tried to think of his mother reading the Bible.

"Help me with my bodice, Horatio," Kitty whispered.

"Oh my!" Horatio exclaimed, snapping back to thoughts of the warm wealth within his grasp.

"Please, sir." Kitty pleaded, thrusting out her breasts, presenting herself and the stubborn laces to him.

"I've never before tried to lace one," the Midshipman gasped, his hands trembling at the task of nearing the girl's warm bosom.

"Oh Horatio, just do as I instruct," Kitty said patiently. "Simply untie the strings and pull the fabric down..."

The slim naval officer widened his eyes and swallowed. Always a dutiful gentleman, he did as she asked.

"Kiss my breasts, Horatio," Kitty said warmly into the young man's ear, leaning closer.

"Mum?"

"Taste the nipple. It canna be long since you parted from your own dear mother's."

"I am seventeen, ma'am. And my mother never looked quite like you."

Robert Lovelace quickly covered Jack's mouth with his hand as his companion laughed aloud. Luckily, the sounds of choking and the answering sharp slaps were ignored by the couple in the bedroom.



Part II Windblown

Obliging his amorous companion, the handsome naval officer bent his head and kissed the tips of her breasts. She drew in a quick breath and then exhaled a long sigh. All the while he kissed her, she made her pleasure known to him with little cries. Then, Kitty explored the wide expanse of Horatio's chest, briefly fondling corresponding points of interest. His breath quickened and his pulse raced.

Behind the walls in the narrow voyeur's passage, Lovelace smirked. Jack was panting and he'd already stripped off his coat. In a few more minutes, they'd both need to go cool themselves in the arms of newest jewels of the house, a Nubian named Pearl and a golden Siamese called Ting.

Kitty panted out her next demand. "Horatio, I wish to see your sword."

The young man tried to get up. "Oh, I'll get it," he said, enthusiastically. "I left it by the door."

"Oh silly!" she exclaimed laughing. "Not that one."

"No? Then which?" he asked, perplexed. His head was swimming and his cheeks were flushed. The points of his chest were as hard as the straining creature that threatened to break free of his heavy cotton breeches.

Kitty laughed again, a light musical tone--not in jest but in joy at the sweet pleasure that lay ahead for them both.

She explained with a naughty wink, "I want the sword you carry between your firm, long legs... the one I hope you'll soon use to run me through!"

"Oh that!" Horatio exclaimed.

His fine, dark eyes were wide with uncertainty, which Robert Lovelace recognized as fear. Jack licked his lips, took a sip of the cold champagne they'd brought and passed the bottle to his narrow-eyed companion.

Kitty's lips tugged at the full lower lip of the youthful Midshipman. She drew his right hand toward her thighs and his left toward her ample breast. She wriggled against him, her body heating his to a fever.

Suddenly Horatio stood up. He walked to the French doors and flung them open. He stood a moment, his back to Kitty. He drank in the cool night air. He brushed back the tangle of curls that spilled over his brow. He turned back, more in control of his emotions.

"I'm afraid I have not been acting like a gentleman, mum."

"In what way, love?" Kitty asked, holding her arms out to him.

"A gentleman does not compromise a lady, mum. Nor does he give in to the needs of the flesh for his own enjoyment."

"Then you have nothing to worry about, Horatio! Your pleasures will please me and I must confess I am no lady."

"You force me to confess my greatest failing, sweet Kitty."

"If you mean to confess your inexperience, that I will be your first, then have no fear on that account. I have gentled many a stud colt. In fact such a task is my greatest passion."

Horatio's eyes grew soft and Kitty saw his yearning. She took him by the hand and led him back to the bed. Standing, he leaned against the soft mattress. Kitty knelt before him, tugging off his boots first, then removing his belt before she slowly pulled down his breeches. Finally, she cast aside all but her silk chemise.

Lovelace flashed a crooked grin at Jack. The Midshipman had managed to raise his mainsail. In a matter of a few moments, he'd be plowing Kitty's inner sea. Nothing stood in his way. Her harbor was ample and well used by the coming and going of tall ships. She might even pretend a little discomfort at first to convince a man that he stimulated her well, filling her to bursting. But, with Hornblower, the ruse might frighten him into a full retreat.

Jack's mouth was open. Lovelace patted his friend's backside, feeling the tightly clenched muscles. He smiled again. He'd never decided whether Jack preferred watching the man or the woman during these little drama vitae. Lovelace admitted that he watched Jack.





WARNING...DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE NAUGHTY BITS...

Windblown Part Three

Lovelace turned to watch the lovely couple in the bed. Kitty had tossed aside the quilts and comforters, laid bare the satin sheets and cleverly winked in her employer's direction. Things were going as planned. Young Hornblower lay next to Kitty, their heads touching, her red hair and his raven curls spread on the cream colored pillow. Kitty's soft hands ran the length of the young man's smooth back, down his white backside until they cupped and squeezed the firm buttocks.

Horatio did not seem to know what to do with his hands. They fluttered like frightened birds, touching then flying from Kitty's charms. Finally, with the young woman's gentle guiding, he supported himself over her as she piloted him into her snug harbor. A long hissing sigh escaped the young man. It seemed as if Kitty's slick wetness fought the raging fire in his manly organ. Horatio's head drooped a moment. His fine eyes squeezed tightly closed, his eyelashes a silk fringe on his pale cheeks. A frown ridged his brow.

"Don't move," Kitty whispered. "Wait until the first urges pass. You do want your pleasures to last a while, don't you?"

The handsome naval officer nodded his head. His face slowly relaxed and his lips parted. He panted for breath. The lean muscles of his arms stoutly supported his frame. His thighs quivered as Kitty pulled him in a little deeper. He opened his dark eyes and flashed her a brilliant smile. Then Kitty lifted her hips up under him, like a swelling wave lifting a ship.

"Oh my," he gasped, strong fingers clutching the sheets.

Kitty had begun her rhythmic movements, slowly at first like waves on a calm sea. Then, more quickly, exciting them both. She slowed again when Horatio seemed in the agony of suspense that told her his climax was approaching. When the crisis passed, she built the waves again to storm peaks. Soon, Horatio was sweating and gasping for breath. He still obeyed her orders not to move. And, she continued to smoothly undulate beneath him with the familiar, seductive movements of the ever-changing sea.





Last bit of the Horatio/Lovelace story. Windblown Very R for m/m sex & violence

Robert Lovelace raised his eyebrow and winked at Jack. Then he smiled wolfishly just before he pounced upon his fellow rake. He pinned Jack against the wall and roughly handled him, bruising his mouth with savage kisses, tearing at his collar, scattering bits of lace on the floor. Jack returned the kisses fiercely, tearing away his companion's jacket, parting his ruffled shirt and fastening his lips and teeth to the hard muscles that lay beneath the ivory silk.

Lovelace whispered in his friend's ear, "You are up for it, aren't you Jack?"

Only muffled sounds got past the fabric of the shirt. Lovelace pulled his friend's body closer. He felt Jack's arousal against his own. A loud cry stopped them. They peeped through the spy holes again.

Horatio had reached his limit. At first, they gleefully believed that he was weeping. Then they saw that he was sobbing for air. At last, his entire frame stiffened into a final powerful thrust. Kitty was smiling, tears of joy flowing from her green eyes. She was praising him--his strength, his passion, his tenderness, stroking his exhausted body, soothing him, drawing him down to her to rest. After a long satisfied sigh, the young man slowly sank beside his lovely bed mate and closed his dark eyes.

Lovelace snarled. So much goodness sickened him. He grabbed Jack's arm and hustled him to Ruby's suite. Somehow, Lovelace had to have an antidote for all that sweetness. He threw Jack down upon the bed. Then, with cold calculation, he ordered the two women in the room to strip and bind the victim.

Stunned at the sudden ferocity, Jack stared up at his friend unable to believe his orders. He began to plead but nothing turned Lovelace from his purpose. Jack's entreaties, his helpless state, fueled the rampant desires, heated the blood coursing through Lovelace's veins. Jack shouted at him to stop. He threatened him with bodily harm. Lovelace laughed as he positioned himself above his struggling victim.

Ruby and Ting grew more and more frightened as the violence of the two men increased. They believed at first that their master was merely behaving playfully. Clearly, he was deadly serious now. Ruby took a daring chance. She'd always liked Jack. She did not wish to see him in pain. So she distracted Lovelace a moment with a view of her own charms while she stroked rich emollient over Jack's quivering buttocks. Then she daubed a bit on the lance poised to spear him, just before Lovelace rammed it deep.

Jack bit his lip; bright blood stained the pillow.

"One day Robert, I'll have my revenge," Jack hissed through clenched teeth.

"Be good or I'll spank you," Lovelace snarled.

A string of curses filled the sweet air and the girls tiptoed to a safe corner of the room. The savagery of the men's act frightened them. Yet, both men seemed at the peak of ecstasy, skin flushed, breath hot. Suddenly Lovelace increased his frenzied movement. At the same time, he reached under Jack. He gave his victim a few rough strokes in time with the final thrusts. Jack's response was immediate. Both of them reached the peak of pleasure, cried out and sank down exhausted.

A little while later, Ruby touched her master's back. He was very warm. She touched Jack's throat and sighed in relief to feel his pounding pulse. He lay so still she feared he'd been suffocated by the deep pillows. The men roused themselves and Lovelace smiled. Jack grinned too when his bonds were finally removed. Faintly they heard water splashing. Then the women led the men into the quiet corner garden just outside the French doors and down into the deep pool of warm water awaiting them.

Lovelace rested his golden head on Jack's chest as he relaxed in the pool. Jack's arms twined about his friend's narrow hips. If Jack had been angry, he could have drowned him. Instead, they kissed roughly and rested, smug smiles on both their rakish faces. High above them, two figures watched. A young and handsome naval officer and a redheaded girl. The man's eyes were wide, his mouth open. The girl was laughing softly.

"So, Horatio, what do you think of my home?"

"Your house has many diversions. I'd like to return tomorrow with my friend Archie."

"Be my guest, sir."

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