The Lady Catherine

Porn stories: The Lady Catherine. Author: canadianalien. The story is including Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Virginity, Wife Genres. A young lady comes to a established lord with a dilemma.

Porn stories: The Lady Catherine

Author: canadianalien.

Note: The sex took a lot longer to get to then I planned. Things got a bit… away from me. I had to rewrite this concept a few times to get it to work, but even with the slow start I’m pleased with the final product. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

This certainly promised to an interesting meeting. I wasn’t sure why the young granddaughter of one my chief political allies wished to meet with me, but I certainly wasn’t going to turn down a meeting with a women he had described as “a particularly quick study, with a gift for numbers”.

It was just a highly irregular occurrence. She was unwed and promised to no one, so she could not be coming on behalf of her husband, and I doubted her father had the subtly to send another as his proxy. If their family had desired a match, her grandfather, or grandmother would have taken care of it. So what then could it be?

I flipped desultorily through a book as I waited to find out. I had chosen the library as the site of our meeting. It was more casual than my office, and if she enjoyed books as much as her grandfather said she did, she’d clearly feel right at home here.

There was rap at the door, and my batman leaned his head in to announce: “The Lady Catherine is here to speak to you, my lord.”

“Send her in, and bring us some refreshments.”

With a nod, he took a step back from the door, allowing the Lady Catherine to step in. When she saw all the books, she looked around in wonder.

My library is second to none among the nobility. Some of them collect books so that they can appear intelligent. For most of them, even the appearance of intelligence is a lost cause. I collect books because I covet the knowledge they hold. Politics was an amusing distraction to me, a place where I could put to test theories from books and formulate theories of my own. Books, knowledge, learning; these were my true passions.

Lady Catherine it must be said was enough to draw my attention from other thoughts. Her rich dark hair was pulled mostly back into a bun, but some had been left free framed her pale face, set with penetrating blue eyes and elegant features. Her figure was full, and her pale green dress showed this off to best effect, while remaining well within the bounds of what was technically decent. Her beauty was the sort that would endure, that would only improve with time. Still, I was used to seeing beautiful women, and my manners did not dessert me.

“My lady, come in, please, and sit with me.”

I rose smoothly from my chair to greet her. I’m a large man but I can be graceful when I wish to be. I practice with a blade every day. You cannot read books after an assassin stabs you through the heart, and I prefer not to have to rely only on guards. My habitual wearing of a sword is considered gauche by many of my fellows, but it gains me the respect of military men, which is never a cheap commodity.

She tore her eyes off the shelves stuffed with tomes, and accepted my proffered hand. As was custom, I raised her hand to my mouth, and kissed in gently. Just for a beat of the heart. Fashions are tiring, but necessary.

She blushed as I released her hand, and gestured towards a seat. Our pleasantries tided us over until the tea arrived, and I dismissed the batman with “that will be all.”

I waited until she had sipped her tea to begin my serious inquiries.

“I must confess, the reason for your visit eludes me, Lady Catherine. Pray, would you enlighten me?”

She blushed again. It was incongruent, on that oddly mature face, but somewhat fetching.

“I came, Lord Richard, to talk about marriage.”

I was practiced in politics, negotiations, threats and bluffs. It took all of that practice to keep my mouth from falling open. This was beyond bold, and I knew I should be taken aback, but I had to applaud her courage. Even if I had caught her eye somehow (which I doubted, as I had never even danced with her), emissaries were the preferred way. More proper, but also requiring far less bravery. It’s never easy to ask a question like that of someone, even if your motives are political.

I gestured for her to continue.

“My father wishes to marry me to his crony, Lord Percy…”

And wasn’t that a nasty little bit of politics. Lady Catherine’s father did not share her grandfather’s (or my own) political sensibilities. Barred from a seat on the council while his father lived, he had to use cat’s-paws to accomplish his aims. But he was wealthy enough in his own right that he could, and Lord Percy was his favoured tool. Politics aside (as I had plenty a reason to detest Lord Percy for his politics), I had never liked the man. He was too weasel-like, too shifty, and too hard to nail down. While I admired his ability from an intellectual perspective, it left a sour taste in my mouth. The rumours about him weren’t much better: that he only enjoyed prostitutes if he hurt them during the act, that he had once left troops under his command to die. They were only rumours, but they spoke to his character. No one thought them implausible.

I claim no sainthood. I have lain with those prostitutes, and I have led men to their death. But I have never struck a woman, and I have never asked those under my command to take a risk I myself would not take. That, perhaps as much as my sword, is why the soldiers respect me.

So I could see why she would not wish to marry Lord Percy, but I could not see where I came in.

“I have talked to him, and he scares me. He looms over me, and he leers. When I last danced with him, he gripped me too tightly the whole time, and told me that was just a small taste of what was to come when he was mine.”

I hid a wince. That was entirely keeping with his character, although I wondered if she had thought to be grateful of her station. The whores who attracted Lord Percy’s attention probably fared much worse than she had. Not that I could talk much about gratitude for station. I had been born the first son in a high noble family. My life had doubtless been easier than hers.

“I can understand your dislike of Lord Percy. He has always struck me as closer to a weasel than a man, but if you are betrothed to him, there is little I can do.”

“ I am not yet betrothed to him, my lord. My father… my father needs grandfather’s favour, or at least his indifference, and grandfather does not wish the match. But if there are no other men who make an offer for my hand, grandfather will be forced to acquiesce to father. Whenever I catch the eye of a man, father makes sure they are dissuaded from pursuing me. In a year or so, grandfather will be unable to raise any objection when the betrothal is announced.”

I had to ask what her grandfather thought of this, although I knew the answer. The man had been practically like a father to me, and I understood his keen sense of honour. He would not meddle where he was by custom forbidden to, even if it was in his power.

“Why then, did your grandfather not ask me if I would take your hand?”

“Because, my lord, it is not his place to go behind the back of his son and manage the affairs of his son’s family.”

“Quite true. Tell me, my lady, would you like to hear a story of your grandfather?”

She quirked her head in confusion, but responded in the affirmative.

“When I was a young officer, I served under your grandfather. Noblese Oblige has always described your grandfather, I think. A member of the council who cared only for personal gain ordered him into a stupid attack that would have cost far too many lives. Your grandfather had his oath though, and when his protests went unheeded, he followed orders. The week before the attack was to commence, he promoted the son of that man to captain, and gave him the honour of leading the first troops into the breech.”

Her eyes started to widen as she understood. I loved a quick study.

“I was a bit young for captain, but I thought I had served long enough to deserve it. I must have impressed your grandfather somehow, because he wouldn’t have promoted me if he thought I’d end up getting more men killed that way. I was so proud, I wrote to my father about the honour I’d been shown.”

She gripped the chair arms more tightly, and leaned forward.

“The attack was mysteriously called off the night before it was to commence, and we finished the rest of that campaign according to your grandfather’s plan. My father was furious, but he couldn’t complain. What could he say to the council? That his enemy had wronged him by showing his son great honour? That the general who had prepared so diligently for the attack was insubordinate? I learned two lessons from your grandfather that year. The first is that it is easier to win if you don’t meet your opponent head on. And the second lesson, the one my father never learned, is that a leader doesn’t ask men to take risks that he himself will not take.”

She looked thoughtful. I trusted that she was grasping the parallels, where they existed.

“He was prepared to risk your life, to use you like that, and still you followed him?”

I shrugged. “I swore an oath to respect my orders, and die in service if my country required it. Your grandfather set things up so that my life could save the lives of many others. I do not begrudge him that.”

She looked at me with new respect. And what had she heard of me so far, really? Probably disparagement from her father, and only slight praise from her grandfather. He had never run to effusive, that man. If only her father could have taken after him.

“My father has never spoken highly of you my lord, although I know my grandfather has, on occasion. I understand now why he suggested you when I told him… my plan.”