Amélie
Copyright© 2018 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 34: Threat
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 34: Threat - A family journal more than three hundred years old reveals romance, a journey, first love, skinnydipping, pirates, heartbreak, and a new world and new friends. The story contains explicit language and is written for adventuresome readers with a sense of humor and an appreciation of purplish prose. Written by a 17th century family matriarch who, it is safe to say, lived her life to the fullest, if her journal is to be believed. A bit of MM, oral, heads up. The violence is brief but explicit.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Fiction Group Sex Interracial Black Female Violence
[Undated Entry]
Oxford, Oxfordshire
“WE CANNOT STAY in this place, Gérard.” It was their fourth day in Professor Perrine’s house. In his arms, Amélie’s heart beat faster and her eyes pleaded. “Gérard, this is not the place for us. I can feel it in my bones. Who knows who these people are, after all? And to say we’ve traveled through time? That makes no sense.”
Gérard smiled, but it was a tender smile. His foster sister was from time to time perhaps a little more enthusiastic than was good for her, but her instincts were sound. In his heart he suspected she was right.
“Gerard, talk to me.” Amélie kissed him. “Tell me.”
Gérard sighed. It was a profound sigh, and in hearing it Amélie knew how much he was sacrificing to accede to her wishes.
Professor Perrine and his protégé, Sophie, were not the only persons to note the strangeness of the quartet’s dress and the oddities of their speech. Everyone knew non-University authorities often attended these festivals for reasons of their own.
The group’s apparent disorientation and the striking beauty of Sandrine, even if she was not the strange sight in Oxford in the twenty-first century that she was in the seventeenth, made the four more noticeable perhaps than anyone might have thought. In twenty-first century Oxford Sandrine may have been one of many dark-skinned individuals in the streets, but her beauty was exceptional and drew more than her share of attention.
Stories about the stones and their properties had been handed down for years. For one reason or another, or perhaps because the stones had never found anyone worthy, no one had managed to test proposition. Or if they had, none had returned. Nevertheless the government agencies responsible for monitoring this sort of rumor had followed the issue quietly to ensure if there were developments they would not go unexplored.
The presence of these four suggested the stories might be true.
The two men who observed the quartet on the day after their arrival were young but they were not students. The heavy-set junior member of the pair did not stand still. By his movements he telegraphed his worry and uneasiness.
“George, leave it alone. Settle down.”
The speaker and senior member of the team, taller and slimmer than George, gestured toward the dancers.
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