To his lair

“I think a bed would be more comfortable.” The hungry look in Black Brand's eyes made her shiver, but she found she no longer had the strength to resist. He lifted her gently to her feet and after taking the time to pick up her soaked dress and petticoats that had been pulled over her head and tossed to the side during his passionate conquest, he led Charlotte to the steep rock face of the falls. The route up this side of the falls was even more treacherous than the original path and the outlaw stayed close to her side as they climbed. Several times he took her boot in his hand and guided it to a safe ledge and with each touch Charlotte felt her body respond.

'What am I doing?' Charlotte wondered as they climbed ever closer to his hidden lair and the fate that awaited her. After their passionate encounter on the warm grass of the creek Charlotte had no illusions about what Black Brand's intentions were. Especially after the way he had slid his fingers into her most private of places and explored her breasts with his mouth.

Without her dress Charlotte felt thoroughly exposed, it made little sense because nearly all of her body was still covered; only her shoulders and arms actually bare. However to have the Highwayman see her wearing her undergarments felt scandalously indecent, somehow wearing only her ruffled pantaloons and silk chemise seemed even more intimate than had he stripped her completely. Charlotte had never been seen like this by any male, but she had wondered what it would be like to have a man watch her as she took off her clothing. Would he find the shear silk stockings that covered her to her thighs and the dainty lace that clung to her hips and covered her sex arousing or just foolish?

Would he strip off her garments himself, or have her undress for him as he sat like a king on a throne? Making her strip naked would confirm her surrender beyond any shadow of a doubt. Perhaps she could stall for time as she undressed for him, teasing him by slowly removing each article of clothing, until even her panties had to be slid down her thighs under his unwavering gaze. A different tale from her book of Arthurian legends described just such a scene. Igraine the Fair had slowly disrobed for her husband's rival, Uther Pendragon, who had used Merlin's magic to make his way into the queen's bed chambers and overpowered her there away from her guardsmen and ladies-in-waiting. her

The erotic retelling of King Arthur’s conception had never been her favorite, but Lady Igraine’s **** attempt to delay her defilement at the hands of Uther suddenly seemed appropriate. The terrified queen had stripped for King Uther in her castle’s inner sanctum, slowly and sensually removing article after article of clothing prolonging each act as much as she dared all the while hoping that King Gorlois would return in time to rescue her. Of course Igraine’s plan backfired, for her husband’s attack had been foiled and her sensuous disrobing had only inflamed King Uther’s lust for her. Even as Gorlois had been impaled upon the spear of one of Uther's men, Lady Igraine had been pierced by the king’s manhood and at the precise moment in time that her husband’s life **** had bled from his body, King Uther’s life giving seed had flooded into her …

“Aighhh!” Distracted by her licentious thoughts Charlotte lost her grip and slid backwards towards the rocks below. Only the firm body of the Highwayman stopped her acceleration and she found herself pressed firmly between him and the rock face. She could feel the warmth of his bare chest against her shoulders and what could only be his erection pressed firmly against her seat.

“Take care Miss Marlton.” Randy tried to keep his voice calm to help settle the trembling young woman’s nerves, but the thought of her falling onto the uneven rocks below made his stomach churn. “I’ve chased you down once already, and I have no desire to do it again.” He might have no desire to chase down the trembling beauty again, but that did not mean he had no desire for her long limbed body. He pressed firm body against the rock face smelling the clean scent of her wet hair enjoying the feel of her soft ass on his groin, they were only a few feet from the ledge leading to the cave mouth and he ushered her up the last few feet with a renewed urgency.

The cool water fell in a shiny curtain on this side of the cave mouth but the two of them were already soaking wet anyways so Randy took Lady Marlton’s hand and stepped through the spray; the girl followed after only a second of hesitation. Randy’s breath caught when first her slender arm and then her head and shoulders broke the plane of water; she looked like a nymph emerging from the water. Her dark hair flowing in ribbons over her bare shoulders and into the valley between her full breasts and her pale skin gleamed in the half light of the cave.

Even the silk top added to the impression that she was a woodland sprite, the sheer undergarment clung to her curves like a second skin molding her breasts so tightly that the peaked nipples were clear even through the wet fabric. The climb to his cave and Lady Marlton’s near fall had cooled the ardor that had threatened to consume him earlier, but the vision emerging before him was re-firing that blaze. Her eyes sparked with excitement as she licked the spray from her lips and shook the water from her graceful arms.

“Now that you have me here you bold villain,” Lady Marlton showed no fear, in fact it seemed to Randy that she might even be mocking him with her sensuous movement and lighthearted tone. “What do you intend to do with me?”