The Duke's Kamasutra

Sailing the Red Sea

I am draped over him like a blanket, still languid from our ecstatic exertion when the one terrible thought hits me and let my body freeze. He catches my hair, pulls my head back and whatches me with concerned eyes: „What distresses you, my love?"

„My lord" I answer hesitantly „What we have done, isn't that how humans procreate?"

„That is exactly how we procreate, my dear. The whole mistery of the key finding its keyhole" he answers amusedly.

„But you promised me that nobody would know and you nevertheless gave me your seed. I may get with child and everybody will see that I am a fallen woman. You promised me the utmost discretion!" I start to cry me into a fit and hammer my fist onto his torso. "Why do you do this to me!"

Instantly, he turns us and buries me under his weight while holding both my wrists over my head with one hand. I feel utterly helpless, my eyes overflowing with tears as he ruthlessly pins me under him, looking into my eyes. "Because I can and because I want you. Under me and around me. Twisting, wriggling, squirming with need, moaning my name, screaming your release. Your awakening and nubile desires fascinate me and I want to explore them further. You relieved me of my daily boredom, I wasn't entertained as much as with you for many years."

"I am not just an entertainment, I am a person with feelings and social needs."

He then growls "What we had, what we have, is transcendent. You may not realize it due to your innocence but I had my fair share of lovers in close to twenty years of hands-on experience. The last days were special, you are special. Your couriosity paired with your innocence and your awakening desires draw me. Yes, such a vigorous coupling could result in offspring but it is very unlikely at this time, so you can stop wailing, wench" and he smothers my desperation with a dive of his wicked tongue between my lips. I desperately suck on it till my last sobbs ebb and then ask "How can you be certain?"

He strokes my hair tenderly and pulls my body to his side till my head lies on his pectorals. "One of my first lovers was a widow, a formidable woman of 35 years. She lived in the hamlet adjacent to our estate, working as a midwife in the neighborhood. She was full of experience and knowledge about life and death and everything bewteen. One day I was riding through the hamlet, a young buck of 18 years, full of illicit energies and the arrogance of a duke's heir, when she run out a cottage and fetched me without any preamble to help a young woman giving birth. That poor woman lost her husband to the sea just a few weeks back, no relatives in the vicinity and all her friends working on the fields. I was to fetch a bucket of water. Imagine! Me, a future duke fetching water for a commoner. But Alice was quite dictatorial in her way, giving me stern orders to sit behind the parturitent to support her back while she helped to deliver the baby. I wasn't prepared for all that blood after the birth and simply passed out. That was the beginning of our love affair and for the next four summers, she took me under her tutelage. She taught me quite a bit about a woman's body and desires and I was able to put all that knowledge to many tests during my terms at Oxford. Alice tutored me to prevent pregnancy as well. She told me that sexual intercurse in the middle of the monthly courses may lead to pregnancy whereas there are no consequenses shortly before and during the menses. And you will have your period in two days, so you should be out of any danger."

"How do you know about my courses" I ask stunned.

"I asked my housekeeper because of our travel and your possible needs" he answers. I am mortified and look away, blushing furiously when he nearly makes my knees buckle with his next comment if I wouldn't have lied allready on the bed "and I am glad that I can fuck you deliciously into the whole next week without any qualms and deliver my seed into your warm core without any protection and regrets."

"Why would you do that! It will be a bloody mess, literally" I tell him mortified. "You just told me that blood made you faint."

"Well, since then I grew up and learnt that any real pirate sails the red sea too". He opens my knees with his tights, rubs his member relentlessly against my nether lips, getting harder and harder while I start to pant, and then enters my core with a forcefull thrust. I moan, half in pain and half in extasy as I am still sore from the former coupling. He groans his pleasure and grounds "We start with your next lession from the Kama Sutra this moment: With the different ways of lying down and various kinds of congress."