The Treatment of the Lower Orders

The Treatment of the Lower Orders 26

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Thank you Jen for all the help, without you, this would have been a mish and a mash of grotty grammer, sickly syntax and lousy aliterations ('scuse the spelling, my beta's taking a well earned rest!)

Next...

Elias plaited her hair and sighed at the chore, mayhap she should do as nuns do and have Hilde cut it off?

Pinning it in back, she smoothed the large rectangle of white linen across her forehead, covering her hair completely, then twisted either end, tying them at the crown of her head and tucking in the ends carefully.

There, she was pleased with the results she saw in her burnished mirror. Neat, respectable, housewifely.

She came down the stairs smoothing the freshly starched apron. The mix that Hilde had used was weaker than usual; it did not hold the cloth so well as it should. She mused on housekeeping duties as she moved to close the parlour door.

With a jolt, she found herself snatched about the waist and pulled into the room. The door shut with a 'bang'.

Guy pushed her against the wall, nuzzling her throat, dragging at her skirts hurriedly.

"I cannot mind, do I want your mouth? Your cunny...?" He smirked, bit at her ear, murmuring low, "mayhap your delicious rose?"

"No, Phillip...no." She tried to push away his greedy hands.

"'Tis Guy that wants you,"he whispered low. "Kiss me...God's eyes but I need to fuck you. Kiss me, now." He bit at her throat.

"No...let me be." She wriggled as his hand reached her mound, pushing with unforgiving fingers.

"Stop wriggling woman, and kiss me." It was urgently said now.

"Is to be thus again?" She was infuriated.

"Hmm, I like you angry." He grinned greedily, lifting her, pushing his eager shaft to fill her. "Cunny it is then." He groaned.

Elias gasped and cried out. "You cannot..." Then she clung to him. "Oh, Mother of Heaven. Yes." She was furious with him, but it was Guy and he was in her.

"The table...on the table..." He was breathless.

"No...the door...Oh, my...the door...someone might..."

Guy swung her round and tried to push a chair against the door. His hip shrieked NO.

"Suffering Christ!"

Elias found herself on the floor, Guy above her. She giggled, he laughed. His shaft had slipped from her.

"You fire me, woman." He pushed back in, steadying himself on one hand. With the other, he pulled the carefully arranged coif from her head, freeing the thick plait. "There, I like this better."

"You are impossible...I..."But his mouth silenced further complaint.

And he thrust; she rose up to meet his every movement, praying that the children would not push against the door. This was pure foolishness.

And they came together. On the best Turkey carpet.

His breathing, harsh and heavy gasps. Elias bit her lip, lest the sounds of their lovemaking bring curious offspring to investigate.

Too late,

"Mam? Is that you?"

Guy rolled off his wife, sighed and chuckled. "When will we get peace?"

Outside the door, they could hear voices.

"But Seth, 'Tis the forenoon. Oh, and in the parlour!" The female voice shuddered its distaste.

A man, laughing, rejoined, "They were ever thus, and I wish them well of it."

A woman squealed, "Seth, no!"

Elias buried her face in Guy's open doublet to hide her embarrassed giggles. Guy stretched out on the Turkey carpet, pulling her tighter into him.

"Our son's wife needs think herself blessed! Do you remember the first time I fucked you?"

"How should I forget it? I was terrified, you were a brute." She let her mind go back and shivered.

"I have thought on it much these last years." Rubbing his chin in her hair, he closed his eyes. "I know I despoiled you, but I never had done that before, nor since, only you."

Elias looked up curiously at him. "Then why me?"

"When I first saw you, you were stood in the doorway of the kitchens. I think I had ever seen such glorious hair, and so much...you looked like a nymph from some Norse myth." He kissed the top of her head. "And I fancied you looked at me, and saw a shining hero."

"I did. You looked so handsome. Oh, and you smiled at me, such a smile." The incident was clouded by time, the edges softened.

"It was a long time before I thought of you again." He stroked her hair and sighed. "So much evil I did, so much harm I caused. I believed what Vaisey had taught me. That only a fool would expect others to give willingly, that all must be taken. Fortune, respect, by force if need be, but taken nevertheless. Love was but another word for fucking to him...Then, that night..."

"Shush, 'twas long ago, and forgotten now, like Vaisey himself."

"I do not forget. I was drunk, he goaded me and I saw the delightful nymph. But you irked me. So quiet, so dignified. How dare you have nothing and still be proud? I had ambitions, concerns, politics, but they all still left me wanting." He sighed. "So I took you." He stroked her cheek softly.

"And now we have our family. 'Tis past, think on something more joyous, we have plenty to give thanks for."

"But it was what I saw in your eyes after, that kept me needing you. I saw you pitied me."

"And pity drew you?"

"Nay, I wanted not your compassion." He chuckled. "It made me angry, so angry."

"And now your revenge is to now make me angry?"

"Hmm..." He growled and let his hand snake and span her belly. "My revenge...is to fuck you till you scream and fill you with my babes." He was above her again, grinning and nuzzling at her ear. "How old is Robert now?"

"He will be five come Michaelmas." Elias feigned censure. "We have six children and two grandchildren; time, my husband, for you to show restraint!" Her breath caught. His mouth at her breast.

In truth, she did not want his restraint, she wanted him. It had always been him. No other man had ever caught her attention. His passion, his anger, she took them all willingly.

And she kissed him.

Guy of Gisborne or Phillip de Lacy, she cared not which.

It would never end, when they were gone, their story would survive, somewhere.