Take me, now.

"Now, our business here, our true business, is a midnight tryst." Edmund said, and extended his hand. "Lucy?"

Lucy took his hand and led him to the window where Sabrina and Annie had been kissing. She looked out on the silvery, moonlit clouds. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Edmund," she said. "Edmund, my lover."

"Lucy," he said.

"Take me, now."

Lucy lifted her skirts behind, exposing herself, and bent forward. Edmund fumbled with his buttons. No protests or grumbles from him this time. They had been declared lovers for nearly ten hours now, and acknowledged half-brother and half-sister from Jeremy's testament.

Edmund took Lucy's buttocks in his palms, spread them gently, bent forward and kissed her there, the lips of womanhood, in the way that Lady Catherine and her Sapphic lovers kissed one another.

"You taste of my spunk, still," Edmund hissed. "Well, I shall add to it, Lucy, love."

"Are you wet from Clarissa?" Lucy asked. "You have covered her thrice."

"Yes. You gave me strength, Lucy," he said. "I am wet from Clarissa. I covered her wet from you. Will you take me?"

"Yes. Quickly," Lucy said. "Take me. Love me. Be my man, here above the clouds."

Edmund rose, stepped forward, and aimed his prick. Lucy sighed as Edmund penetrated her. Again he took her buttocks in his hand and held tight as he rogered her. All of them in the gallery, this night, Jeremy's get, all of them carrying his lusty blood. Annie kissing Sabrina, then deeper in the French manner, eagerly fucking Sabrina's mouth with her tongue. Sabrina cool, then hot as Annie aroused her. Lucy pushed those thoughts away.

"Edmund, oh Edmund, take me," Lucy sobbed. She pressed back at his thrusts.

"We have time, lover," Edmund said, thrusting steadily, hard and deep but unhurried.

"Lover," Lucy said. Her cunt clenched down on Edmund's shaft.

"Hsss, ahh," Edmund said. He lifted a hand and licked his thumb. "Give me your arse, Lucy." He poised his thumb-tip at Lucy's arsehole.

"Yes," Lucy said.

"I accept your gift," Edmund said.

His wet thumb slid inside. She sighed. Her cunt clenched again. Edmund's sigh answered hers.

Something in this night, the whole thing, Edmund as her lover, Edmund hammering Clarissa again and again, spanking Clarissa's bum, watching Annie and Sabrina wrap themselves together in deep, lustful kisses, now Edmund, hard inside her with his thumb up her arsehole, yes, how good it all felt. Lucy's breath went ragged. Her hips tilted and pressed back at Edmund. She stifled her moans with a great wad of pocket-handkerchief.

"Oh Lucy, I feel you!" Edmund hissed. "Spend, spend!"

As she did. Heat, tension, and then jerky motions of her head, her hips, her arms and shoulders. Then a wave of pleasure as Edmund's prick and thumb touched her off, and she was flying high on warm, dizzy-making wings above the silvery clouds. Edmund's loud groan and swelling cock told his own story of climax. Again he spent his seed inside Lucy, but this time at Lucy's desire, with her as his lover, not just a convenient sheath for his prick.

Edmund carefully withdrew from Lucy, cunt and arse, to let her recover. He blotted Lucy with his own great big handkerchief and pulled down her skirts again.

"To bed," he whispered.

"To bed, lover," Lucy said. "Golden slumbers."