Author's note
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I always want more Regency-era erotica, so I thought I'd try my hand at writing one and have been enjoying the whole process a lot. Hopefully it's as enjoyable to read!
Lady Violet Lodge looked at her sister Juliet over the rim of her teacup as their mother droned on about neighborhood gossip and tore through a stack of correspondence that had just been delivered to Segrave Manor. The sisters shared a half-amused, half-exasperated look, well used to their mother's penchant for finding out any tidbit of news. Lady Parks' correspondence usually consisted of letters from other ladies of the ton (also languishing in their country residences for the summer), notes from friends in the local village of Feltham, and invitations from neighbors around the county.
The rustle of papers and the sound of clinking china and silverware accompanied the remarks and reactions of Lady Parks. Nobody in the breakfast room paid the least attention to her, much more interested in their eggs and toast than her ramblings.
"Oh my!" Lady Parks suddenly exclaimed, in such a tone of voice that it even caught the attention of her daughters. She looked up from the letter in her hand with barely suppressed excitement. "Oh girls, Mrs. Murray has just informed me that Captain Olmdale has returned to The Oaks!"
Violet tried to swallow through her suddenly dry throat and coughed. After a hasty sip of tea, she croaked out, "Kit has come home?" She felt a quickening in her chest and a liquid warmth spread up to the roots of her burnished red hair. She saw Juliet studying her and cursed, for the thousandth time, the inescapable blushes that came with her flaming hair and pale complexion. She was a buxom young girl of 18, her classical hourglass figure clad in a morning dress of yellow. Juliet's slim, straight figure was much more in style, but Violet rather liked her own plump softness.
Their mother went on reading the letter without noticing her daughter's interjection. "He has sold out and come home, if Mrs. Murray is to be believed. Lady Barrell must be so pleased to have both of her sons in residence. I must speak with her at once! My love!" she called down the breakfast table to where her husband was buried beneath a mountain of newspapers. "I must have the carriage to call on Olivia later this afternoon!"
Lord Parks emerged from behind his newspaper and harrumphed. As this sound usually preceded a lengthy and over-tedious sermon on his wife's frivolity, and in this case, the needless use of the carriage to travel a mere two miles in fair weather, his daughters completely ignored him in favor of discussing this new, rather incredible piece of information.
"I had not thought Kit would sell out so soon," Juliet mused. The morning sun glinted off her hair, smoothed back in an elegant chignon. She had a lovely, milkmaid complexion that never betrayed her emotions the way Violet's did, and hazel eyes that changed color in different lights.
"Neither had I," said Violet. "The last time I saw him, which granted, was over six years ago, he told me he would be a career army man. He said there was nothing else for a second son."
"Perhaps he has learned a dislike of army life. It has not been an easy time to be in the army, has it?"
Violet thought of the news reports she avidly read since Kit had left, full of battles and heroic exploits. She had tried to imagine where Kit was and what he was experiencing over on the peninsula. She had also thought often of his safety and wondered if she would know if he were killed. Would she have felt it somehow?
"No," she said. "I don't suppose it has been." She tilted her head and looked at the crown molding, thinking. "I wonder if his aunt has passed. The one who always claimed she would leave everything to Kit?"
"That would make him a very rich second son, indeed, then. No need to continue a dangerous career in the army after an inheritance such as that." Juliet paused. "And you have not heard from him these past six years?"
"No," Violet said simply. She sipped at her teacup before realizing it was already empty. She set it down and added, "But he was always a terrible correspondent." She smiled in fond remembrance, wondering just what Kit Olmdale looked like now. He was 17 years old when his brother, recently taking up the title of Viscount Barrell, bought his commission at Kit's request. Just a boy really, grieving the loss of his father, ready to start a new life. He had already been handsome and charming at that age. Now he was a man, and this thought caused a new blush to spread becomingly across Violet's pretty features.
Juliet smiled knowingly, but said nothing further.
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At that very moment, Captain Christopher Olmdale, younger brother to Viscount Barrell and known to all of his friends and family as "Kit", was watching his cock disappear between the plump, red lips of Alice, one of the upstairs maids. It was only his second morning since returning to The Oaks, his brother's country seat in the County of Hampshire. He had not expected this erotic treat so soon after arriving, and he was greatly enjoying it.
He had awoken to what he thought was an early hour, fooled by the weak light coming through the curtains. He had forgotten how gray it could be in England during the summer. Believing he had ample time before the servants began their household duties of lighting fires and bringing fresh water, Kit had taken his cock, always hard in the morning, in hand. Unused to the heavy, luxurious bedding, he had also thrown off the covers as he began to pleasure himself.
Alice had entered Captain Olmdale's room very quietly, as she had been taught by Mrs. Hendricks, the eagle-eyed housekeeper of The Oaks. She had crept in with her head down and had closed the door softly behind her. Then she had turned and nearly dropped the can of hot water she was carrying at the sight of Kit's highly aroused, muscular body on the sheets. His eyes had been closed and he was fisting his large cock slowly but firmly.
She had set her cargo down as quietly as she could and padded closer, eyes riveted to his huge, dripping member. It was the second prick she had ever seen, and it was much larger than the stable boy's. Jem was only 18 years old to her 19, but he was from London and thus very worldly. He
knew
things she did not and had started to teach them to her a few months ago when he started work at The Oaks.
"Oh sir," Alice had whispered, startling Kit from his pleasurable reverie. "Can I help you with that, sir?"
Kit had slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his cock jutting out in front of him. His thick, tawny hair, a little longer than was fashionable, fell across his forehead before he brushed it back. He studied Alice, her ripe, young body practically bursting from the tight stays of her dress. Blonde curls escaped from under her cap, and her bright blue eyes were avidly eager. More young than beautiful, but still very attractive.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Kit said, unsure if he had heard her correctly.
He did not look angry, but it was hard to tell with lords and ladies, and Alice stammered her reply. "Oh sir, Jem the stable boy says as it's my duty to help young men when they get into difficulty. He says I should be ready to service any man at any time." She bobbed a curtsey in confusion.
