1. Le Grand Feline


    Date: 9/6/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    tonight.” The Mademoiselle shot a sagacious glance at the count that made him re-evaluate his prim companion. He relished the thought there might harbour some Madame in this Mademoiselle. He sipped his wine and decided to stoke the pretty flames in those eyes. “My Lady I will be blunt. Le Grand Feline did not rob your coach, because I am he, and I have been here all evening. Entertaining.” Virginie blushed; her hand went to her mouth. Fight or flight little starling ? He mused. It was with some delight he realised her hand was hiding not horror, but a smile. “You must understand that for a man such as I, Le Grand Feline , with such… appetites. I have to find sustenance wherever I can. I can only apologise for my bestiality, and now I will remove myself from your presence.” Virginie held up her hands. “Monsieur. Stay where you are. I can think of no better protection tonight.” Her voice seemed to have dropped an octave, was it the wine? She shook her empty glass at him. “Fill me once more,” she purred. With intentions writ clearly in the air between them, they relaxed, ate and talked freely, eager to know more about each other and teasing themselves with the inevitability of the pleasures to come. Virginie was very curious as to how someone of the Count’s social standing should end up so dastardly. He was happy to spin his yarn for her. “Darling Mademoiselle, I cannot bear the inequity in our world, we rich have so much and the poor, they are starving. I give as much as I can ...
    in my position, you understand, but it is not enough. If I could, I would steal from my fellow rich dandies directly, but I would soon be recognised.” He took a hearty swig from his glass. “However, if I can steal from those thieves that plunder the fattened geese of the aristocracy then so be it. They are fiercer prey but I relish the fight! “He shook his fist lustily. “Then I can offer them up to the authorities, redistribute the wealth to those that need it and everyone is happy, yes?” Virginie was wide-eyed, and the Count could not help but notice the little tremble in her hands. How restless her fingers had become with the stem of her glass. He waved his monologue aside. “Forgive me, dear lady, but I have been making speeches! Tell me, what land is it that breeds such beauty as yours! I am embarrassed we have never met!” Virginie sighed and sipped her wine, her ears flushing pink. The Count savoured it spreading over her cheeks as he stroked his fingers lightly at hers, making her giggle girlishly and quickly nestle them in her lap. He stifled a wolfish grin as she shifted in her seat. “My life is uninteresting, Sir. I was an orphaned child found on a ship bound for the orient, adopted by the crew and then schooled in the east by monks. Before a merchant found me and shipped me here for my finishing as a lady. I am no-one, just a traveller.” She flapped her hand. “Terribly dull. What I would like to know is what magic you employed to get those young ladies so decent so ...
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