Cruel Beauty

Carnal

The Baroness lies on her bed and you are perched on the edge. 'Still feeling sick?' you ask gently. Victoria shakes her head. 'Not so much anymore.' You stroke her hair from her face. 'I'm glad to hear it.' You supportively run your hand from her shoulder to her lower back. Victoria's lips quiver feeling you stroke her she feels her nipples harden at your touch. 'P-perhaps I'm finally past the stage of the pregnancy?' You hear the quiver in her voice and mistake it. 'Victoria?' you make her turn and accidentally graze her breasts with your arm as you reach up to feel her forehead. The Baroness jumps and bites down hard on the inside of her cheek to suppress a needy moan. It's true her morning sickness has started to ease up but the Baroness has found herself with an even worse affliction she is craving affection, and the slightest things are making her aroused as hell. 'Hey?' you feel her forehead. 'You're a little hot is something wrong? I could get John to call the doctor.' you look down at her sympathetically. 'No, no, my dear, I am quite alright.' she blushes furiously and you regard her with a look of confusion. 'I'll see if I can sneak some ice up to your room later.' you squeeze her hand.

Later that evening you lie on her bed she sits by her vanity applying her makeup primping and posing which confuses you as it's not like she's going anywhere. You see her squirm a few times like she can't sit still. 'Have you seen much of Wilhelm when you were roaming?' she calls over her shoulder. 'Can't say I spend a great deal of time looking for him.' you admit rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. 'Oh...perhaps you could deliver a message for him to stop by...' You immediately frown sitting up and take in how she has perfectly painted on her makeup wearing a little slip of a nightgown practically naked, practically begging for it. 'Are you fucking kidding me?' Victoria jumps at your tone as she applies her perfume. 'Yn? What's the matter?' You stand up. 'You want to fuck him? After everything? How he treats you? He forced you into this pregnancy.' The Baroness looks abashed and gets to her feet. 'He has not raised a hand to me since the pregnancy and you know from first-hand experience he can be quite the charmer when he wishes to be.' You watch the movement of her legs and start to laugh. 'Your horny.' The Baroness looks outraged. 'How dare you! I am a lady.' You nod. 'You're also in your second trimester, you're hypersensitive as hell right now.' you smirk a little because she looks so embarrassed.

'I...I.....So what if I am? It's perfectly normal for a husband and wife to spend time together in the marriage bed.' You snort at her response. 'I thought he preferred you tied up to a pillar.' The Baroness is hurt by your response of bringing up how she came to be in the family way. 'If you are that desperate why don't you just get yourself off, it's not like he'd be able to finish you anyway.' Victoria looks confused. 'What do you mean?' she raises her chin. You tilt your head to see if she is merely playing coy but she is not. 'Have you never touched yourself? You don't need him you can get yourself off.' The Baroness's jaw drops at the very idea. 'I am a lady! I would never indulge in such depravity.' You shake your head at her, you know she is terrified of him so to think she is that desperate for release. 'Just how do you picture that going? You know he'd only use it to mock you, to shame you, to embarrass you further. Believe me, he's still out there touring and whoring, leaving plenty of other women unsatisfied in the process.' The Baroness knows you are speaking the truth but it doesn't make her any less angry she crosses the floor to you. 'Oh, is that so, well you'd know all about that wouldn't you.' she jibes. You snort at the insult but nod. 'Oh whatever, I'm just saying you would do better in the hands of someone who knows how to take care of your "situation", rather than having that bastard pound you into the mattress, your ladyship.'

The Baroness is outraged how dare you speak to her in that tone? 'And what is that supposed to mean? Are you suggesting I extend an invitation to John to enter my bed?!' Outside John who had stopped with a tray of tea before entering hearing the raised voices had chosen to stay outside until the situation coolled. At the Baroness's words, he thought better of himself to enter at all less he becomes the chosen victim to mate with the Baroness to ease her "situation". The valet quietly padded away with the tray of tea, it's not like she needed tea anyway the woman drank far too many cups of tea. 'No, I am not suggesting John you damn insufferable, infuriating woman!' you scream back at her rolling your eyes. 'How can someone with your intelligence also be so stupid!' Pregnant or not, horny or not, this is Baroness Von Hellman and you do not raise your voice to her or insult her. The older woman's eyes darken, and she draws herself up to her full height jutting out her chin arrogantly. 'What did you just say to me?' she asks dangerously, her eyes are giving you her famous death glare. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly with built-up energy. You take a step forward and she doesn't step back she's been pushed around enough by the baron that she won't take it from you as well, however, she noticeably flinches in fear thinking you will strike her. You grab her by the waist and kiss her passionately. For a split second, she is confused she is stunned, but she finds herself hungrily returning the kiss, she shoves you into the door making it rattle as she takes control, and her hands start exploring your body ripping off your clothes. You let her, she deserves it, you close your eyes as Victoria does something she has been dreaming of for months, she smothers your throat with kisses occasionally biting.