Agonized cries echoed behind the steady thump of the printing presses as it had for the past month. Abby’s quill the only sound light enough not to disturb others within the walls, scratching away at the thick parchment. The last words dripping onto the paper, while the insistent call of Madeline reverberated through his mind.

She was calling him to his dreams, the only place where pain was not berated upon him like a wild dog. Where her sweetness, and innocent could reign over him, and not the relentless muttering of the Marquis. Tormenting him with words, that could make a woman of the night blush.

“Abby.” She called; velvety with confidence that he never knew she possessed. The quill quivering within his fingers, leaving large blots of ebony ink to soak into rich paper. Releasing him from the whispered words threatening to drive him into madness.

“Madeline.” The name trickled off his tongue, like the sweetest of wines. His cheek dropping to rest on the drying drops, succumbing to sleep.

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“Abby, my Abby.” Heat moistened his ear, cool hands touching his bare back. She was always so cool in midst of blistering heat, like a oasis that none had known in her life. “I have missed you.”

A groan of pleasure caught in his throat, while her soft fingers made shapeless patterns on his back. “Why do you torment me so?” Voice husky with need, leaning further into her touch.

“Do I Abby?” A sultry tone that surprised him with how it aroused him.

He rounded on her, catching the cool hands. “Madeline.” Her light blue eyes watching his movements, as he lifted each for inspection. “What witchcraft do you cast over me?” Looking at delicate fingers, for some hidden clue to how she can arouse him so.

“I am not bewitching you.” Wide blue eyes blinking up at him, distracting him from the wanton smile that filler lir lips. “Abby.”

He was drawn to the supple lips, watching her pale pink tongue moistening them. His mind swirling up images of how she could posses him, show him love he found only in her. “Then how do you live? How do you breath, when I, myself buried you within your Christian grave?”

“I live for you.”

Her words were truth, for he had heard them in dozens of his dreams. They never changed, only the strength grew with each. “How do I know you are not the devil; here to lead me down the path of the damned?”

“Because I am not.” No further explanations, no needs to persuade him different. Just a blue eyed stare, that was innocently drawing him into her hold. He released her hands, letting them drop to her side.

She was not barred to the elements of this dream world, like he was. Nakedly showing his craving for her, stiffly poking into his stomach. The sweet clean smell that wafted from her only making him jerk, with urgency. “How do I know you are not lying?”

“Perhaps I can prove it to you.” Madeline purred, fingers reaching to touch his chest. He took a sharp breath in, wishing nothing more then to sink into her.

“Perhaps.” Abby would play the game she was weaving.

“Abby.” Her fingers worked away at the tight corset, that squashed her bosom tightly. How he wanted to suckle that flesh, nibble on it gently. It seemed to take forever till the laces gave free, letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples stood taunt against the thin cotton chemise left covering her. The material moistly clinging between her thighs, growing more drenched by the second.

Abby lowered his head, lapping at the thin material covering her breast. Nipples taunt against his taste buds. He tongued the soft material till the pink of her areola showed through, and her mouth was panting. Blue eyes hawked his every move.

“May I touch you?” She begged, while he moved to the other nipple.

“Of course.”

Her fingers tangled into his hair, massaging his scalp. Abby lowered himself, deciding to abandon her tight nipples for more promising places. “ABBY!” She cried, as he buried his face into the moist material. It coated his face with her sweetness. He dug his nose into her folds, pushing the soft material against her sensitive bud. “Ah/P>
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He nipped at the material, soft curls poking through the material to tickle his lips. Her soft cry was unnoticed by him, as he gently tugged. She tasted of heaven, or at least what he had always believed it to be.

Abby wanted more, to taste her innocent body more fully. His lips opened, latching onto the tiny bud under the wet material. He breathed heavily through his nose, her pungent scent his only air. “YES!” She cried, while he suckled her. His tongue poking at it, till he thought he legs were going to give out.

Pulling back he forbade himself from further tasting. “Touch yourself.” She tilted her head forward, eyes blurry with passion. “Touch yourself, Madeline.”

Her hands when still in his hair, before finally her left hand shakily moved to the now see through material. Not moving from his kneeling position, he watched. His ached to touch himself, as he had order her to do but he wanted to see her come with her own hand first.

Madeline’s fingers gently probed the material, her middle finger slipping between her flushed folds. “Mmmm.” She groaned, eyeing the man before her. Worshipping her, kneeling like she was his only god. Her middle finger took a steady beat, pushing against the sensitive flesh.

“More.” He hissed, leaning closer to watch. She obeyed by slipping a second in, opening her folds more. Not delaying with the slow building, her fingers rubbed roughly.

“Oh.”

It was not enough, he reach forward to push a third finger of his own into her. He lead her fingers faster, harder till she nearly fell from pleasure. His other arm wrapped around her waist, trapping his moving hand between them. “Madeline, my Madeline.”

He worked faster, looking up at the nipple that was just out of the reach of his mouth. “Abby.” She quivered, leaning into the strength of his arm. Pushing her breast even further out of his grip.

Abby awkwardly stood, trying to keep them both balanced. His finger never losing beat, till he had found his footing. He added a second finger, while the others massaged her outer lips. Chin pushing down on the material till a naked breast was exposed to his mouth.

He latched onto her, sucking like a babe. “Ahh…Ahh…Ahh.” She cried, hot arousal soaking his fingers. The scent of her sex filling him up. Madeline was coming within his arms. He sucked even harder, his teeth deciding to take a small part in it. “AAAABBBBYYY!”

She shook so violently, he was positive that she would make them both fall to the ground. He jumped with every movement of his finger, till she no longer holding any of her weight. His eyes lifted, to see her staring down at him. Wide with amazement, and bliss. “Madeline.” He purred, after pulling off her breast. “My love.”

Her smile lit her face. “Your linens please.”

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Abby jerked, his eyes popping open to see the darken cave that was his cell. The distant sound of Madeline’s mother calling for linens, printing presses, and screams seeming soft to the talking filling his head.

His cock still throbbing from Madeline, while the Marquis began to weave a tale within his mind. The quill and parchment becoming his world again. Words marring the paper from his own hand, till his thoughts turned to the story. His dreams forgotten, till he slipped within them again.

“Your linens please.”