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he carriage pulls to a stop. our weary travellers awake, hearing the confused ramblings of servants, as they hurry about, unloading and loading the cargo that is upon the carriage, John breathes a sigh of relief that this part of their journey is over, Susie, bewildered, looks out of the window of the carriage, before her eyes she sees the most perfect abode she could imagine, a large thatched cottage, ivy strewn over its weathered bricks, a garden filled with fragrant summer flowers, their perfume permeating the air, she breathes in the beauty of it, as she slowly alights from the carriage, a servant taking her hand as she does and leading her to the large wooden doors, as they draw near, these doors open before them, "My Lady, welcome" A fine figure of a middle aged woman pronounces as she opens the doors, and courtesies prettily to our Angel, a radiant smile falls across Susie's face, "Thank you" is her reply, though right now does not really understand what the is thanking this woman for, Susie wonders to herself, yet again, just what and where was she? and what was going to happen to her? She turns to seek out Prince John, and espies him as he orders servants this way and that, she feels an immense pride as she takes in the mastery of his commands, she beginning to realise the great responsibility he must already have, and that he had been trained all his life for this, that he would one day take his fathers place and become King; and now her was she, just where was she going to fit into all this? Again the feelings of fear enter her troubled mind, the uncertainty of her future a new thing to her mind, for in her old life there was no future, no past, only the present that went on for eternity.
Prince John had sent servants on ahead of them to prepare the Cottage, a dwelling on the edge of the "Bluebell Woods", a place he had come often to as a boy and young man, a place where he had found peace and refuge from the rigours of court life in the Palace, the perfect place to keep his Angel, now human woman, here she would live, and be petted and praised, and taken care of. Here he would visit every moment he could get away, he would make sure she was well accounted for here, that she would want for nothing, here where he would continually show his love for her. She will be his "Secret Love" and true love always, for he would not love another as he loved her, his Susie, His Angel, she would always be to him.
Susie, turning, extends her hands towards him, he taking them, they together go into the cottage, her eyes wide and excited Susie looked everywhere, taking in the beauty of this house, from the luxury of the floor and window covering, all a rich red, velvet hangings, deep red vermilion rugs scattered on the floors, the huge fireplace, that was lit with a welcoming log fire burning bright, the couches, and chairs all large and comfy looking surrounded with fluffy embroidered cushions,
The lamps lit causing a soft glow upon them, it all seemed so fairytale like, so unreal, truly the place for an Angel! John leads her up polished wooden stairs, taking her to the master bedroom, he throws open the door and lets her walk in first, this room such a contrast to the reds of below, is furnished with golds and yellows. The large canopied bed dominating the room, is hung with rich gold brocade and flimsy, floating silk, so romantic, just place for lovers to be found loving...
John takes Susie in his arms, lifts her and carries her to the bed, gently he lays her down, upon crisp white linen sheets, and soft feathery pillows he lays his beloved, and turns and closes the door, it is now his turn to delight in the taste of her womanhood, her turn to be delighted by his roving mouth and probing tongue. He removes each piece of clothing she has on, slowly, determinedly, taking in her beauty as it enfolds once more before him with each article he removes.
At last she lays naked before him, he climbs onto the bed to be next to her, now kissing her lips, her face, her neck, with tender light kisses, flicking his tongue over her as he travels down, down her body, taking first a breast in his hand, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger, then taking it in his mouth letting the taste and feel of her beneath him enter his whole being. Our Prince continues to bring her body to the heights of passion as his kisses now over her belly get hotter and more intense, dipping in her navel with his tongue, licking farther down now until he finds the place he want to be, allowing his tongue now to tease and apply pressure to the centre of her sensuality and sex, he gently bites and takes in her clit that is so hard now, she now groaning and moaning her pleasure at his touch, only knowing the heaven she feels, having lost all inhibitions and almost lost consciousness and the pure joy she felt at his motions, John now tasting the sweet honeyed juices of her as they flow freely now, drinking in their delight, he is almost drink on the taste of her, he slips a finger inside of her and begins the rhythmic dance of love; licking with tongue and probing with fingers our lover brings his woman to peak after glorious peak, her squeals and screams echoing around the room and she calls out her thrilling and mounting climax, surely her sacrifice had been worth this feeling.
