Chapter 4

I walked alone in the conservatory the following morning, when around the corner came Leline. My spirits rose the instant our eyes met and we hurried together for a tight embrace, and a desperate kiss.

"The count is out gallivanting," said Leline. "What did you talk about last night?"

I explained to her the conversation I had had with Count Phineas Prescott Giles after her retirement the night before. She frowned and nodded. "Hard to say how much of that is true," she said. "If I asked him he'd deny everything to my face. I'll have to make out that we never had this discussion. It won't be easy. Nor will... our feelings for one-another. We must learn to repress them if this is going to work. When he heads out on one of his cross-island journeys, then we can be together. We can't trust his servants, either. Nor can we Eldwin, the butler."

"I don't know if this can work," I said.

"It'll have to. You don't know how evil he can be. If he suspects us he could have you attacked and killed by thieves, or anything!"

There came footsteps and we buckled. "It's all right," said Leline. "It's one of mine."

One of Lady Leline's female servants approached, and bowed. "I thought you should know, ma'am," the servant said, "that there is an order in by King Dalphair: the region of Deltion on the Ring Sea is being evacuated in the midst of an invasion. Dozens of transport vessels are headed here, to Sholinstein, by tomorrow."

"Well, that should keep Phin busy," said Leline. "And it should please him as well -- more people to command."

"Tens of thousands," said the servant.

"We have the room, but a massive job it'll be to build enough houses."

"The war draws nearer to the island than I thought," I said. "I hope it doesn't come any closer."

"Thank you," said Leline, and the servant bowed and left. Leine looked back to me, thoughtful. "Take Phin up on his offer. Agree to be his assistant, in part. If his plan is to draw you away from me as he goes on his errands, tell him you wish to practice on your piano. I'm rather curious to see just what he is up to."

"You want me to spy on him?" I said. "After warning me about how dangerous he is?"

"We must be careful, but if he's going to play games with us, let us play them back. For now, I've got to go see to the preparations. I doubt Phin knows anything yet, as he's busy painting. No one may disturb him for any reason when he's at work."

I followed Leline's directions to the Art Chamber, as it was called. No one was around. I walked to the door, and seeing it was open, I pushed it in and walked through. I came into a messy yet beautiful chamber well lit by sunlight. Large silken sheets hung from tables and paintings hung everywhere. I stepped inside quietly, and peaked round the corner.

There stood the count, back-to, with his brush in hand, standing before his canvas. Out from a back room came a young lady of my age. She had long golden hair, marble-like blue eyes and rather large bosoms for her age. She smiled bashfully as she entered, naked but for a white silken cloth which she held before her.

"Remarkable creature!" declared the count. "A shame I had not discovered you before!"

"My family are new here," said the young lady. "And they were all to kind but to have me modeling for a count whose art is so well known throughout the eastern world."

"Well, precisely," said the count. "Art meets art. I'm going to turn you into an image, a slice of eternity that people shall gaze upon with awe long after we're all departed!"

The girl giggled as she sat down upon a sofa bed. Her legs were bare, like her arms, as she held the sheet tight above her bosoms, and smiled with flattered radiance.

"Hmn," said the count, looking uncomfortable. "There is such a natural sprite, a youthful dexterity about you. And half of you is covered by sheet. Let's see more of you. Art likes fullness."

The girl seemed discomforted yet flattered, and slowly lowered the sheet down her bosoms, exposing their large pink nipples, as the sheet lowered to her waste. The count smiled with a nod and continued painting, but again stopped with discomfort. "More?" said the girl.

"More," nodded the count. "Let's..." The count walked over to the girl as she lowered her head, blushing. He removed the sheet from her, leaving her completely nude before him. "There. That's better. Stand." He helped the girl to stand, her head lowered and blushing. There was a thick puff of blonde public hair, and otherwise she was perfectly shaved like a lady of nobility.

I must confess that my crotch started to tighten. I couldn't help it, seeing before me this beautiful naked girl of lavish features. She stood upon her naked feet, eyes raising bashfully to the count. He lowered to her, suddenly grabbing her arms and forcing a kiss upon her lips. Her body tightened, shocked and trying to escape him, but he held her still. I became angry and was about to charge in to defend her, when he stopped, and rose his head in surrender. I remained safely hidden.

The naked girl ran behind his canvas for protection, her hands rapped around her privates. Her buttocks, of course, were plain in my view. "Heavens, sir!" said the girl. "What has come over you -- you are no gentleman!"

The count grinned. "Aren't I? No, I suppose I'm not. But can you blame me? One of your rare quality, young, and in the flesh..."

"Sir... I am a lady, and I must wait until marriage. Now, my parents have a gentleman in mind for me. I'd hate to shame myself to him."

"Quite right," said the count. "Who am I to taste another man's desert? I'm the Count of Sholinstein, that's who."

"Wh-wh-why you're nothing but a perve! You're married!"

"We see other people. Besides... you want me. Don't deny it, your feminine charms are aching for my groping hands upon your innocent flesh... for my hungry kiss upon your virgin lips. For my --"

"Please!" insisted the girl.

"Rasberlee, really... you know you desire me. There is no escaping me -- I own this island... and everyone on it. You're cursed into my arms. Give into it." The count approached her with a cunning grin. He raised his hands to her and she ran away, behind a table. "My dear Rasberlee, I cannot -- will not -- allow you to leave, until my desires are pleased. Give me something to hold in breast of your memory -- of your sweet and beautiful face -- and I will let you leave."

"You sick, evil man!" cried Rasberlee. "What do you want?"

"I wish... to kiss you."

"Not my lips you don't!" said Rasberlee, to which the count grinned. "Nor my bosoms, nor my ass, nor the other thing!"

"Your delicious thighs then!"

Rasberlee thought about it. "If I let you kiss my thighs, would that please you?"

"Yes."

"And you'd let me go?"

"Why yes!"

"Well... all right." Lady Rasberlee lowered her head as the count approached her, leaned down as she stood calm before him, and slowly planted a wet sucking kiss upon her right thigh, and then upon her left. Suddenly he rose his head and sucked upon her slit. Rasberlee cried out and turned, but the count snatched her arms again.

I walked forward, just when I heard boots walking down the hall. The guards! I turned behind a tall shelf and hid there, as I watched from behind some strange drooping costumes as one of two guards peaked in, and then they stood back and grinned, listening to the girl as she screamed and fought against the count. I did not wish to hang myself, so I kept quiet. I watched as the count struggled with the naked virgin upon the floor, his knees to either side of her.

Rasberlee bit him on the shoulder and escaped for the far corner. The count laughed as he rose to his feet. "My dear!" he laughed, arms opening in a loving poise. It was obvious that this fellow thought himself quite the actor. "What is to fear? I would not harm your delicate neck, or one hair of your dear head. There is no war in love, my lady. My heart aches for your flesh, longs for your heart pounding against mine. I am weak in the knees -- do you see the power you have over me?"

"I desire to have nothing over you!" cried Rasberlee. Her lush breasts bounced as she grabbed books from the table and started throwing them at the count. Count Giles laughed and ducked, one book striking him in the arm and another in the knee. He buckled in pain. "There, that's what you get for bothering a lady!" Rasberlee raised her head and turned for the back room, to fetch her clothes no doubt. During this time he ran quietly for the girl, grabbing her from behind, his arms rapped around her as she struggled and mumbled as if gagged. The count grinned widely, lowering his lips and sucking upon her neck. His right hand lowered to her right buttock and grabbed into its fleshy form like squeezing a lemon. Rasberlee kicked up with her left foot, striking the count in the balls.

The count fell, holding onto his crotch, gasping, as the girl ran back and headed my way. I buckled for a moment for fear that she would find me, but took ease as she stopped and turned for the exit. The guards stood firm in the doorway like statues. "No!" cried Rasberlee. "He's after me -- I must escape!" Yet I have to admit, as she said this, that I caught a hint of excitement in Rasberlee's tone. Now, I'm no advocate for abuse towards women, and was not turned on by it much at all, but in this one instance at least it seemed that the count had predicted right about this lady; part of her, at least, was enjoying this!

Rasberlee turned back, and now there was genuine fear in her eyes as the count stood. The girl bothered little to hide her privates now, now that he had seen her naked at so many angles. She lowered her head and backed away as the count marched past her, and closed the door to the suddenly embarrassed gaping guards, and then turned back to her. His manner was serious now, and Rasberlee lowered her head before him like a naughty student before a bitter teacher.

"My dear girl," said the count, "you have harmed me. I could have you hanged for this."

"I do apologize, sir," said Rasberlee, half-smiling. "I was merely trying to escape your passions. I... had no idea."

"I am an artist, it should be of no surprise," said the count. "We are a passionate sort, and weak in our knees towards... such splendid creatures as yourself. I would make love to you every day, my dear Rasberlee. I would kiss your cheek, stroke your thighs, and embrace you every day of my life. I would paint you a thousand times. Every inch of your beauty I would cast to paint, so that none could ever miss the heaven that I see before me."

Rasberlee blushed. "Well, maybe then you are forgiven."

"You are too modest, my dear. Can you not see what you have reduced me to? I would do anything... to have you in my bed."

"Sir!" said Rasberlee. "Most inappropriate!"

"I would shower you with roses, and jewelry. I would bless your family with high-paying jobs, return it to the nobility it had lost. I would buy you the finest gowns in all the island, and I would love you like no other man could."

"Sir count, you are poetic," she said, lowering her arms and pushing out her breasts. "Paint me then, reveal me to the ages."

"I will," said the count, stepping to her. "But first I must..."

Rasberlee giggled and ran, and the count ran after her. He grabbed her again, but this time she laughed. His hands groped her breasts as her head turned and he kissed them, ducking the lips as he did. I could see his crotch rising like an arm, pushing between her buttocks. Rasberlee was moved, as if entranced, her dreamy eyes revealing a helplessness and light desire. Her head lowered as the count kissed it, his hands groping her breasts like jelly. His breath grew tense, and into the sexual state, while hers remained light as if unsure.

The count guided her around and she looked up into his eyes. "Relax," he said to her, his eyes deep and solid into hers. "There's nothing to fear. Trust in me, my dear. Trust in me." Rasberlee's eyes seemed to let go, shutting, as the count lowered and kissed passionately down her neck, sucking upon her nipples. Rasberlee rose her head, her expression pleased yet nervous and unsure. The count kissed down to her bellybutton, and down to her slit. His tongue drew up and down the pink virginal cover. His hands lowered down her sides, and Rasberlee's body trembled and her eyes looked down upon him.

The count then rose, unfastening his trousers. His solid penis popped up, a surprising eight inches. Eyes widened in fear, and she giggled, backing away. "That can't fit inside of me," she said.

"I bet it can," said the count. "Shall we try?"

"No! I am not ready to mother a child!"

The count laughed. "I will not impregnate you. On my word."

"Your word has proven to be less than trustworthy," she replied.

"Please. I must make love to you -- I promise you, it'll be the most enjoyable experience of your life! Trust me."

She smiled, looking down at his penis, its head now glistening purple. "I... suppose," she grinned.

The count grabbed her and threw her onto the sofa bed. Rasberlee laughed as she fell upon it, and the count quickly removed his boots and socks, shirt, pants and underwear. He ran with his long member to the sofa bed and hopped on. Rasberlee squirmed and turned to escape, but the count got over her, his large penis squeezed between her buttocks. He lowered his head and placed his tongue to her ass, licking up the crack. Rasberlee giggled, "You dirt thing!" and turned round. The count laid over her, his body tight against hers, kissing her deeply. She moaned with pleasure and uncertainty.

"No, wait," she said. "I don't want to do this. Not like this."

"Sure you do."

"No, really." She fought him and he let go. As she tried to escape he grabbed her by the waste and pulled her back. She landed on top of him, his hands squeezing her bosoms as she laughed. "Naughty thing!" she cried. He turned her over and placed his head between her legs, devouring her vaginal lips with his mouth. She giggled and gasped as he did so, her body trembling with surfacing and easing anxiety. He lowered his tongue to her piss hole and licked that, then to her anal lid. She slapped him and the count grinned, raising to kiss her face.

"Let go," he said. "Trust in me... completely." She eased as they looked into each other's eyes. She eased, while her breath increased. "Let me make a woman out of you." His hands groped over her body, about her buttocks and lower privates. "You're so thoroughly clean... that drives me wild. Your breath, delightful."

Her hands rose to his hairy chest. Flat it was, yet quite fit it seemed. She felt over his hair as if it was an outer layer of skin. She looked about his nipples and flexing muscles, and then down to her tall penis. She smiled. The count guided her hands, and without words taught her how to stroke the shaft, and press onto the knob without rubbing it. Her hands did as he had guided her, modestly of course, as he grinned widely and his head fell back. She stood upon her knees, and rubbed her hands carefully up and down the length of his muscular shaft.

"Kiss it," he instructed. Rasberlee lowered her lips, wetting them, pouting them, and placed a gentle sucking kiss upon the knob. A loud breath eased from the count's opening smile. He stroked the rod, and then lowered her head and kissed it again.

"Lick it, gently," he instructed. Rasberlee lowered her head, wiping away her thick hair, and taking hold of his shaft with both hands, extended her red tongue and pressed it between the holes as the count groaned with pleasure. She carefully licked up the knob, which made the count tremble, and then slowly around the knob, against the ridge of the foreskin.

"You need practice, but not bad for a learner," he said. "Now, suck it gently." She lowered her head again and placed her lips around the oily knob, and began sucking very gently. "A little less gently," instructed the count. "Yes, that's it." She sucked for some time, placing all her consciousness upon it, until she backed away, eyes innocent and thoughtless.

"Now, I want you to blow upon it, gently." She lowered her head and blew a light wind into his holes. The count trembled with greater pleasure, and then placed his hands to her shoulders, and she sat back. "You did that divinely, my dear. Divinely." He smiled with gratitude. She smiled lightly, her manner now frail and delicate. She seemed more like a child now than a young woman, yet her nipples hardened, and I could sense a slight lushness in the subtle movements of her body, her ass repositioning upon the sofa bed, her hands resting upon the count's balls.

"Squeeze them," said the count. Her hands squeezed into Count Guile's rather large balls. "Harder. Yes. Play a bit with them." Rasberlee did play with them, but her attention grew away from his body and from her own, into the connection she felt to him spiritually. He smiled, aware of the connection yet more interested in the flesh and the raw emotions themselves. He kissed her gently and she lowered her head comfortably to his shoulder as he rapped his arms around her. "You're safe here with me," he said. "And you're loved. Free to let loose, to let it all loose."

She looked into his eyes and pressed her lips to his. His long hands grabbed her back as his lips slowly ravished her lips. Her hands felt about his strong hairy chest as his penis began clapping against her belly. He let go indeed, let go entirely into him it seemed, as he took control of her. His hands lowered to her ass, and groped it, squeezing tightly, yet she did not budge. His right finger poked between the cheeks, against her anus. She moaned but barely budged. His hands rose to her beasts, and squeezing the nipples hard, very hard. She moaned, head raising in pain, yet there was a tame smile upon her face.

"Excellent," grinned the count. He lay her down and got over her, kissing her body, sucking her nipples long and hard, as his penis clapped between their bodies. He lowered his head as she stroked his hair, and licked and sucked upon her vagina. Rasberlee groaned and her body trembled in joy. Her head fell to side to side, as his jaws worked hard against her vagina, greedily sucking as if to steal her life force. Then he rose and kissed her lips lovingly, passionately, stroking her breasts. She moaned as if in a peaceful trance, as if embraced by some graceful force inside this count that I could barely see.

Her hands rose to his ass, and felt over it, as positioned himself over her. His hands swam over her belly as her body eased, caressing her vaginal lips. She moaned and calmed. He then positioned the head of his long penis to her vagina, and applied pressure. The girl groaned. The count removed it, and tried again. With patience he penetrated slightly and removed, forcing it into her again. She moaned with her lips weakening and chin and breasts raising as he penetrated her cherry, pushing into her vagina for the first time. Her body grew tense.

"Ease," he said as a hush. "Let me in." Her legs separated and body eased, and slowly but gradually this time he entered into her bloody temple, pushing, sliding in several inches. She received pain again as he stopped, and then pushed back in. She tensed as he pushed in by another inch, and then greater pain took her. He withdrew and pushed back in. Her hands clamped onto the bed and her teeth clinched. Her head tossed from side to side. "Ease," he told her. With an effort she eased, and he pushed, entering finally to the hilt.

"Breathe," he told her. "Breathe." Her breasts rose and fell to her deep breathing. Her eyes opened, sharply enchanted, and she smiled smartly. He smiled back, and drew his penis out. "Is that it?" she asked.

"Not at all," said the count.

"I don't think I could bare much more, but it was lovely."

"You must. It is not over until I have come."

"Spent your 'love juice'?" said Rasberlee. "You must make love to me until you do? But then I become impregnated?"

"I will not spill it inside of your vagina," comforted the count. "Trust me."