0 comments/ 7966 views/ 1 favorites The Forbidden Love By: Caspianwriteserotica Jasper Wallace climbed the darkened stairway in the ancient castle, without the aid of candlelight. He didn't wish to draw attention to his trespass. His mission was too important to fail. Luckily he'd walked this path every evening for the past month. Quietly, he hurried down the narrow corridor, a smile spreading across his face as he neared his destination. He stopped at a door at the very end of the corridor. Looking back into the darkness he listened for hidden footfalls. Satisfied he rapped on the door and waited. Shortly, a young and attractive maid opened the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. By her expression, she always acted as if she'd never seen him there before. Or perhaps she was only surprised to see him back again. "You may leave, Aileen." The voice from behind the maid was full of command, barring any argument. The girl turned and curtsied to her mistress, then strolled from the room without a backward glance. Jaspers eyes slid into the room, where his beloved Mary sat up in bed, a smile of welcome on her lovely face. He quickly entered and locked the door behind himself. "Did anyone see you come?" She requested, her voice husky and sweet. He took a moment to enjoy the sight before him. Princess Mary was a beautiful woman. Her regal bearing was always perfect, and when she walked her hips swayed softly from side to side. Her satin locks of sable hair was long, hanging to her waist. and always it was brushed to a shiny glow, and scented with roses. Even now, the scent teased his nostrils from across the room. Her hair fell in abundance over her shoulders, and down her back. Several strands stuck to the skin of her pale neck. He strode across the chamber to her, welcomed by the warmth in her eyes. "I was very cautious, my love." He grinned at her. The smile that spread across her face was breath taking. Mary watched him approach. The look in his eye was predatory, and delightfully alarming to her feminine senses. He removed his greatcoat tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Her heart began a steady drumming. His eyes never left hers, and though she wore a silk sleeping dress, she felt naked beneath the scrutiny of her lover. He perched on the edge of the bed, long enough to remove his boots, then he turned and crawled to her. His hand rose, cupping her cheek, and bringing every nerve in her body sharply to life. "I hate having to pretend we're not in love." She whispered placing her hand over his. "It's hard for me to, lass. But your mother would never allow us to be together. Queen Mary has her eye on the French Princling, to by your husband. You know this my heart." He sounded a bit bitter, but he also spoke with straight forward acceptance. His hand slid from her cheek down across the smooth skin of her shoulder, drawing down the sleeves of her nightdress. "I won't marry him." She muttered breathlessly, her eyes welling with tears even as she lusted for his every touch. "I hate him. Because he stands between us." Gently he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the shoulder he'd bared. "Even if he were not offering a marriage, I am not good enough to wed princess. Not in the Queen's eyes." He gently nipped her warm skin. She gasped softly, her hands reaching around him to bury her fingers in his dark hair. "Do not say such things..." His kisses trailed to her neck, his teeth grazing erotically along the joining of the two areas. He moaned, sucking gently on her neck. "Jasper." She moaned, her fists balling into fists around his brown curls. "We have to discuss this." He groaned and tugged her nightdress down over both shoulders, her breasts popping free of the loose garment. "We'll talk later." He announced, the issue clearly dropped. At least for the moment. She didn't argue as he moved away to view her two creamy globes. His blue gray eyes were stormy with lust and possession. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped. Her nipples, tiny rose-tipped buds, that pointed slightly upward. She chewed her bottom lip, feeling suddenly shy beneath the intensity of his gaze. Slowly he bent his head, allowing her anticipation to grow. His arms slid around her back, causing her back to arch and bringing her breasts up to meet his waiting mouth. Her moan was wanton and loud in the silence of the room as his hot mouth recaptured her delicate tips. He moaned as well, the two sounds mingling into a harmony shared by all lovers, but in the same, uniquely theirs. All thoughts fled in the passion of the moment. She tugged at his shirt, and he obliged, pulling away to tug the item over his head. Their lips met in a frenzied crush. He pressed her back among the blankets, and she spread her thighs to cradle him. Her lips parted, and their tongues met. She bit his lip sharply with a soft laugh and he growled his pleasure, pressing his groin into hers. His hand slid down to her bare thighs, pulling her gown up about her waist as her nails scoured his back. He pulled her knees high and reached between them. She gasped when his fingers found her heated center. His thumb stroked her with suprising gentleness, and she pressed herself up into his hand, moaning against his lips. Then he pulled away from her suddenly, and she choked back a sob at the loss. But he was only gone a moment. And when he returned, it was to press hot kisses against that forbidden part of herself where his hands had just played. She wanted to scream out her pleasure. Her hands twisted in the sheets, as his tongue delved inside, tickling and teasing and dragging her willingly to a cataclysmic explosion of ecstasy. Just in time, his hand came up to cover her mouth as she lost control. She bucked and twisted, trying to turn away, but his other hand held her hip in an iron grip. And he continued to devour her. When finally his torment ceased, she was panting. Her skin was damp with perspiration, and she felt weak from the abundance of pleasure. But she was not to rest yet. In one fluid movement, he pulled her nightdress down over her hips and legs, and tossed it aside. He pressed a kiss to the groove between her hip and pelvis, causing her to buckled again. Sweetly, his kisses trailed upward, across her gently rounded belly, over her taught ribs, and across one breast. He laid upon her, holding her still with the weight of his body. His tongue moved in slow spirals over and around first one nipple, then the other. Mary pleaded with him to stop. But Jasper relished every moment of her sweet torture. Every small movement and reaction of her body was a reward to him. When he could not hold back any longer, he slid further up her body burying his face against her neck. He'd already removed her breeches, and now guided his thick solid pole to her entrance. She spread her legs wider to help accommodate him. But she was too narrow for him to slide in easily, even wet and ready as she was. He pressed his hips forward, forcing the head of his manhood into her tight cave. He needed to move slowly. He was already to aroused, and she too tight and wet. Her soft were a comfort to his very soul. She wound her arms about his neck, and her legs around his waist, holding him tightly and pulling him a little deeper inside of her. "Mary my love..." She wiggled beneath him as he moaned her name, and he slid deeper still. "My love," He groaned against her throat. "You are my undoing." He grabbed her waist and held her still, pressing forward with his hips, sheathing himself fully in her honied depths. He pushed himself up onto his arms and pulled out only to slam into her over and over. She tossed back her head, a smile on her lips as she moaned and wet her lips again. He entered her one last time, pressing in as deep as he could, he shuddered, and his voice cracked as he came, spilling his seed into her waiting womb. They each swallowed great gusts of air and Jasper rolled to his back pulling her against his side. She rested her head against his chest, smiling in complete contentment. "We should run away together..." She murmured sleepily. He chuckled but ignored her. Later he'd come to regret it. The Forbidden Love Ch. 02 Jasper and Mary awoke abruptly, jarred from their slumber by pounding on the door. They leapt from the bed in panic, each rushing for their clothing. "Did somebody follow you?" Mary whispered fervently as she grabbed her nightdress and tugged it over her head. "No. I would have noticed." Jasper quickly slid his breeches on, following them with his boots. "Who else comes to your room?" He demanded, and she whirled on him, her robe in one hand. "No one else comes to my room!" She whispered angrily, sliding her robe on and tying it. The pounding came again on the chamber door, louder this time. Jasper snatched his shirt from the floor and strode to her closet. Mary closed him in, ran her fingers thru her hair then took a deep breath before snatching open the chamber door. Two guards stood in the corridor. Mary pulled herself up to her full height, assuming her most authoritative tone, and glared them into nothing. "What is it? Why have you disturbed my rest?" She exploded angrily, fully expecting them to cower, make their apologies and go. The two guards shot each other smirks, and one eyed her inappropriately. "Her majesty the Queen, sent us to request you presence." They shot each other another meaningful glance, and the first tremor of fear slid up her spine. "She also asks, that you bring your lover with you." Mary tried to control her expression. Surely these men with their smug expressions could hear her heart pounding against her chest. "What are you talking about?!" She snapped, a bit too sharply. "You can see I am alone!" Was her panic apparent in her voice? The guards looked past her into the room, and she knew the instant their eyes fell upon the great-coat Jasper had forgotten on the chair. A man's coat, no denying it. The blonde guard pushed by her and strode to the chair. "How dare you?!" She gasped in outrage. The guard snatched up the coat, looked at it then looked about the room. "Get out! Get out of my room this instant!" She shrieked, but he ignored her. The Queen had sent him and he acted under the dictation of the ultimate law in this country. Her words were useless. The guards eyes landed on the closet door. He smirked back at her. Mary stood gaping as the man strode to the closet and ripped open the doors. "Lord Wallace," He stated in obvious satisfaction. "The Queen has summoned you and," he paused looking at Mary, as she flushed red, "the Princess..." He remarked mockingly. A short while later, Mary stormed into her mother's bower in a rage. The Queen regarded her speculatively as the Princess stopped before her, huffing. "Mother. How could you humiliate me like that?! To have my room searched like I'm some common thief! You.." "Silence!!" The Queen commanded loudly with a tone that gave May pause. "Sit down. Now." Mary stared at her mother a moment, then obeyed, plopping onto the love seat with agitation. The Queen stood, setting down a book that had been resting on her lap. "You amaze me, girl. You really do. You don't know what humiliation is. Here I am trying to make you the next Queen of France. And you.." "I do not wish..." "I said to be silent!!" The Queen glared at her daughter. "You are my only child. The only heir to this throne. I offer you a man descended from powerful Kings. I work day and night to expand the empire you will inherit, and you slap me in the face with your ungratefulness." The Queen began pacing, her anger apparent in every tense step. "The Dauphin, the next King Henry, expects you to be virginal! Now, if he'll still have you, you will go to him sullied and tainted. By the son of a common knight no less!" Mary flinched under the harsh words. "We are in love mother. I will not marry Henry." The Queen glared. "You will do as I tell you to do. I did not spend a King's ransom on your education to give you to a man only recently made an earl. And even that, a lowly title." Tears welled in Mary's eyes, and began to overflow. "I don't care about his title..." "Your opinion does not matter. Clearly you are unable to maintain good judgement." The Queen's voice lowered to a dangerous key. "I will try to contain this mess you've made, and keep it from your intended." "I won't..." "You will marry him! Or so help me I will have Wallace hung for treason." And the Queen meant her threat. The Princess's heart broke in two. The Queen, seeing that she had finally gotten through to her daughter, pressed on." "I suggest you tell Wallace it's over between you. And he is not welcome under this roof." She took one step to close the distance between herself and her daughter. "I warn you Mary. If I even suspect you have gone against my wishes, I will have that man arrested and hung before the sun rises and sets another day." Mary stepped out into the sitting room, struggling to maintain her barely held composure. Jasper stood to go to her, but the blonde guard halted him with an arm thrown out across his chest. MAry took a deep breath, stealing herself for what was to come. She forced her feet to carry her forward, stopping in front of him, she could not even meet his gaze. "This, brief affair is over, Wallace." She began. "It was... Amusing. But no longer necessary. I am to be the Queen of France... And until I am wed." She glanced up into his face. His mouth hung open in utter shock at her words. She was forced to continue. "Until I wed, I cannot afford to risk this... Game, being discovered. Her voice broke at the end of her sentence. "So it has been decided, that you will leave this castle as early as possible." She turned her back on him before a tear fell. "Don't ever contact me." She held her back rigid and walked away. "Mary!" Jasper finally spoke. He glanced at the guards, not wanting to have this conversation in front of them. "You said that love was more important then being Queen of France." She stopped in the doorway, the tears flowing freely. She forced amusement into her voice. "Don't be silly. I am a Princess, you are a knights son." She mimicked her mother's cruel words. "How could I ever love you?" And with that she was gone. Twenty-four hours later, Jasper could wait no longer. He was to leave the next morning and he had to see her. Had to confront her. He crept quietly across the sleeping castle to Mary's room. He didn't bother knocking, he just threw open the door and strode inside. She was not there. But her maid was, and she gasped at his entrance, dropping an armful of linen to the floor. He briefly perused the room. The bed had not been slept in or the maid would not be changing the linen now. "Where is Princess Mary at this hour?" He growled between clenched teeth. The maid finally remembering to curtsy, did so, her eyes hitting the floor. "My lady says she does not wish to occupy this room any longer, my lord." The maid explained, with an odd expression on her face. Probably she didn't wish to sleep in the same bed she'd degraded herself in with him, he thought. He glanced again at the bed. He too had lots of memories their. But he could remedy that. His gaze traveled to the maid who was now studying him closely. "Your name is Aileen. Is that correct?" She nodded, blushing. "Yes, my lord." That a war hero and not only that but the new, unmarried Earl of Erwick, had remembered her name. It was very flattering. She was prettier then he'd ever hesitated to notice. Her eyes were a deep chestnut brown. Luminous and wide, giving her a natural expression of vulnerability. Her nose was small and straight, and her lips were full and pouty. Very kissable he decided. He closed the door not bothering to lock it. Who would disturb them? Aileen's eyes darted to the door. She was trapped with him. Long had she admired his masculine appeal, and now she was alone in a room with him. And he was undressing her with his eyes. Then he was walking towards her. Intense, in his purpose and stiff in his posture. She'd seen desire in a man's eyes many times before. And she recognized it now. Long had she wished to trade placed with Mary for one night. Just to experience the passion and devotion of this physically powerful man. He stopped in front of her, his hands going to her narrow waist. "You're not afraid of me?" He asked, and she shook her head, her blonde hair swaying in it's loose coif. He pressed her several steps backward, until she was leaning against the princess' bureau. His hands went to the stays of her bodice. Undoing them with skilled swiftness. Aileen watched his face as he worked her bodice open. He wore a soft scowl, his eyes focused on the material containing her breasts. With a jerk of his hands he tore the cotton the shift to her waist, and feasted his eyes on her. Aileen felt that her breasts were her best attribute. She thought she was much too skinny, and her legs a bit too long. But her breasts were large and round with nipples two shades lighter than her eyes. His loins were pressed against her, and she could feel his cock pressing against her belly. He stared long and hard at her nude chest and she wondered how they compared to Mary's in his eyes. He was obviously aroused, but he looked a little less certain, a little less intent. Not one to pass up an opportunity, she reached for the tent formed in his breeches. Her fingers curled over the jutting area of his cock. He groaned and his eyes lifted to her mouth. Mary, had been virginal when she first lain with Wallace. Aileen knew, because she had changed the sheets the next morning. But she was not a virgin and she had learned long ago how to please a man. With both hands she undid his belt and pushed his pants down around his waist. He seemed unable to move, but his eyes followed her as she knelt before him. Face-to-face with his stiff, jutting member, she was truly impressed. It was enormous. Much longer then her past lovers had owned. She pressed a kiss to the tip of him, and he reacted immediately. His hand moved to clutch the back of her head as he pressed his hips forward, forcing entrance into her mouth. Her hands flew to his hips, pushing against him, but he was too aroused, too in need of revenge and too weak from betrayal to be any more gentle. He looked down at the pretty maid. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her pretty mouth was stretched wide his cock. He smiled at the arousing sight and slid half way out of her mouth. He pushed into her throat again, speeding up his strokes. At first she pushed harder at him, her nails digging into his skin. But clearly she was adjusting to his size, for her hands had slid around him, clasping his hips and pulling him towards her with every stroke. He could even feel her tongue sliding along his shaft and head. Tickling and caressing his male parts. Now Aileen was panting, he was groaning and his muscles had become a little jerky. She was extremely aroused, and she felt like she had complete control of him. She felt powerful. She stood suddenly, catching him off guard. Grabbing his hand, pulling him to the bed. She'd just swapped the linen, but the extra work she would have to do was a fair price to pay for one night as a princess. Jasper would have resisted her if his breeches had not slid down around his knees, forcing him to move forward or be pulled onto his face. When she turned him and pushed him onto his back on the bed, he was glad he had not been able to resist her. Aileen pulled her skirt up around her waist. She wore no undergarments, and the thought aroused him. She must of walked around like that all day. She had a small nest of golden curls over her womanhood, that he spied as she crawled over him, grabbing his cock a bit roughly. He jumped, but he allowed it. She poised him at her entrance and sank down on top of him. He groaned and watched her head fall backwards, her hair slipping free of it's simple style. She rode him forcefully and moaned softly. He watched her breasts jostle and bounce as she rose and fell, rocking her hips. Her legs were long, allowing her to bounce high on his length. He watched his cock slide in and out of her. Her juices coating him. He felt heat building in his cock as he swelled larger, and he grabbed her breasts as her muscles clenched around him. The pressure pulling and pushing on the swollen head. Her body gave several sharp jerks and her whole body stiffened. He knew she was about to come and he grabbed her waist, bouncing her harder and his pole. She trembled then, and let out a long moan, her body convulsing then collapsing on top of him. Now it was his turn. He pushed her off of him and stood, pulling her to her feet as well. She moved as if to kiss him but he blocked this by spinning her around and bending her over the bed. He pulled up her skirt again and looked at her cute little ass. He kicked her legs apart and penetrated her sensitive center. He stroked hard and fast. All of his anger and frustration flowing thru his strokes. He felt his balls tighten. His grip on her waist was steely, and her moans were nearly screams as he pounded her sex. He pulled out at the last minute,pushed her back on the bed, and rolled her over. Two hard jerks of his hand were all it took, and he splattered his seed across her breasts. He breathed deeply. He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he opened them and they fell upon the open door, in which Princess Mary stood, gaping at them in horror. His eyes locked with hers for a long moment as the maid rushed to cover herself. Mary's face was stiff and he knew he didn't have to tell her this was his revenge. She turned and ran from the room. He forced himself not to follow her. She'd already said goodbye. The next morning Jasper Wallace left the castle, and a fortnight later Scotland. He was banished on false charges of treason, by the Queen who only trusted him, far away.