Maid and the Stableboy (fm)

*I can’t,* she’d said. *Not like this.*

*You can,* he’d whispered in her ear, his breath hot, sending shivers down her spine. His lips had brushed her ear and she’d shuddered from the sheer pleasure, the closeness of it. *But you won’t let yourself. There’s a difference.*

His words played over and over in her head as she slipped her serving gown off her shoulders and slowly bathed in the steel basin by her bedside. She was the maiden of an important lady. He was the Lord’s stableboy. It wasn’t proper for them to spend time together, let alone for him to whisper such dark, delightful things in her ear…. Raven’s knuckles whitened around her shoulder as she paused. Warm, soapy water dripped from her fingers, sliding down over her skin and to her breasts. The feeling of his strong, callused hands on her shoulders, her neck, her face… she couldn’t be rid of them, despite how hard she tried. They cycled through her head, again and again.

*I wanted him to stop,* she told herself firmly. *It isn’t proper, he’s beneath my station, and…*

She shivered again at another memory. His lips on the soft curve of her neck, finding a place that made her tremble, and mewl like a kitten. He knew. He’d known exactly how to please her. And even hours later, Raven couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his strong, brawny limbs, his green eyes smouldering with mischief and desire, and the way he’d made her feel. She was lying to herself, and she’d lied to him. She slipped off the rest of her dress, leaving her breast and back uncovered, and steadily worked through her washing routine, working away the grime and the sweat from waiting on her mistress all day long. Raven felt tired, but part of her was still awake. It was as if someone had taken a torch to her blood, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Except…

Her hand, almost of its own accord, drifted lower, between her thighs, and divided her skirts so she could touch herself. She hadn’t done this since she was a skinny, newly-brought in maiden with nothing but men and pleasure on her mind. A soft gasp slipped free of her lips as she gently, slowly eased her fingertips over herself. Just the way she imagined he would do it. She thought of the way he might kiss her. Might hold her. The way his sun-darkened skin would look if she tore his shirt over his head, and pulled him over her. All of that corded, strong muscle against her soft and supple body…

*I want to be taken,* Raven thought to herself. *No, more than that. I want to be ravished. And he’d do it for me, I know he would. All I would have to do is ask, to offer myself to him….*

No, it was unthinkable. The scandal. The beating she would receive from her lady. It was smarter to fill her needs, here and now, and then go to bed, like everyone else already had. She finished washing, slid a bathrobe around her shoulders to hide her skin, and before she could stop herself, she stepped up to the window and peeked through the curtain. Below her, the castle courtyard was dark and silent, but a lamp still burned in the stable. He was still awake. As she peered closer, she fancied she could even see his shadow, flickering in front of the light occasionally.

Raven paused, caught in an agony of indecision. The sheer need that rushed through her veins was too much to bear, but she’d always been a good maidservant, a good young lady with little need for discipline. But her younger self was surging forth, demanding action. Demanding that she fill her needs properly, not through mere imagination and the ministrations of her own hand…

*What am I doing?* Raven demanded of herself, as she quietly clicked her chamber door behind her and set off down the stairs.

She didn’t take a light, but she knew every twist and turn of the castle enough to not need one. Her feet carried her down the stairs to the courtyard almost of their own accord, as if she was sleepwalking or in a fever dream. The chill of the evening almost stopped her, but she pulled her robe tighter around herself and slipped through the courtyard, swift and silent as a shadow. She hesitated at the stable door, and peeked inside. Sure enough, there he was. The stableboy lifted himself up and down from the rafters, pulling himself until his chin just cleared the heavy wooden beam, and then lowered himself down again. Muscled clenched in his shoulders and back, broad and strong and chiseled after a lifetime of shovelling dung and hay and breaking in belligerent horses.

Her breathing quickened at the sight of him, and she stepped closer, drawn to him by her own desire and something deeper, more raw, more animal. The stableboy released his grip on the rafter and landed on the stone floor of the stable with a soft *thump.* He’d done away with his heavy apron and shirt, and Raven wondered how he managed to stay warm out here in such an open, drafty space… Then he turned, and saw her. She froze, rooted in place, and a downright devilish smirk crossed his face. His bright green eyes combed over her, over her bare feet, her calves, her face. Raven’s mouth went suddenly dry, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the heavy silence between them.

“Change your mind?” he murmured.

Gods, even his voice sent shivers of lightning through her. Deep, husky, edged with lust. She took another step forward, away from the stable doors, and hesitated. This was it. This was her last change to turn, flee back to the safety of her chambers, of her good little obedient life where she’d be safe and warm and utterly undisturbed.

But the fire in her veins wouldn’t let her. Instead, she shifted her robe a little, baring her shoulders, offering him a glimpse of the white slip of silk underneath that she wore to bed. Raven swallowed, looked straight into his gorgeous green eyes, alight with humour, and nodded. He considered that for a moment, and closed the distance between them with easy, measured strides. Suddenly, she could’ve reached out and touched him, he was so close. Raven could practically feel the lust and desire and heat radiating off him in a wave, and it just fed the fire in her belly even more.

“I did,” she whispered…

His hand reached out and gently brushed a tendril of dark hair behind her ear. His touch was far too warm and gentle, and just like she’d remembered it when he’d approached her earlier that day. She sighed, let her head fall against his touch, and a rolling chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“So you decided that you can, after all?” he prodded, maddeningly withdrawing his hand.

*No, don’t stop,* Raven thought desperately to herself. *To hell with it. If they beat me, they beat me. I won’t be denied any longer.*

“Yes,” she said fiercely. “I did.”

She let the robe fall from her shoulders, and to the stones at her feet. Beneath, she only wore the negligee that she took with her to bed. Her thighs, calves, and even the outline of her breast was visible to him now. But she didn’t feel naked, or exposed. She felt *strong.* His eyes widened as she leapt forward, caught hold of his head and kissed him. It was pure hunger and passion, all soft lips and teeth and sweetness, and his hands found her hips a moment later. Her fingertips trailed over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscle, and he pulled her back with him, away from the doors and the open space of the stable, to somewhere more secluded, more intimate.

Raven could barely breathe. Her pulse slammed in her ears as he caressed her, strong, weathered hands exploring her skin. He squeezed her rump, dug his fingernails into her thighs, then caught the hem of her nightdress and hauled it up, over her head. She was bare to the world, now, but she barely noticed. All she could feel was his warmth, his strength, the fire in her veins as he kissed her and touched her and made her moan in feverish ecstasy. Her fingers stumbled over his trousers, tearing at them, trying to free him, and she finally got a hand down there, found his hard shaft, and squeezed, none too gently. An animal snarl ripped through their kiss, and suddenly she was off her feet. Her back slammed against a stone pillar, and her legs instinctively curled around the small of his back, holding herself off the ground. She was warm and wet and ready, and Raven could feel him, pressing into the inside of her thigh, thicker and harder than she’d ever imagined….

Then he slid into her. Her whole back arched as an explosion of sensation rippled through her. He filled her instantly, all the way to the hilt, driving her hips back against the wall in one powerful stroke. A scream bubbled up from her lungs, but she bit his shoulder to muffle it, and then he was driving into her. Smashing her back against the pillar with each stroke, his arms straining as he kept her upright, up off the ground. Pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced rushed through her in dizzying waves. She could feel everything – his hot skin against herself, chest crushing into her breasts. His breath on her neck, sending electric chills rippling through her skin. But most of all, she could feel him, driving up into her like a demon. He could’ve held her there for hours and she wouldn’t have tired of it, but then she felt it – the tidal wave of pleasure reaching a crescendo. Her fingernails dug into his back, ripping, tearing, her legs turned to water, and she felt his hand close over her mouth just as she came. She moaned into his hand, so loud it was a miracle no-one could hear them, her whole body shuddering and squirming as she released the pent-up tension in one dizzying wave of sensation.

Raven lost herself for a moment, and when she became aware of herself again, she was on her hands and knees on a hard bunk of straw and wood. His hands were still on her, but he was standing behind her. She glanced up over her shoulder at him, eyes half-closed with orgasmic delight, and swayed her rear side to side, invitingly. As if he needed the encouragement. Raven moaned as she felt him sink into her again, from behind. A different angle, a deeper one, something that sparked yet another explosion of pleasure. She sank down on her elbows as he took her from behind. The last orgasm had barely left her as he slammed his hips into her. Animalistic snarls matched her moans of need, and her whole body rocked as he took her, over and over again. Driving into her like some kind of stallion in heat. Her hands found the wall of the stable, and she pushed back against him, driving him even deeper, harder into her…. And she felt it. She could feel his shaft trembling, spasming, as her own body clenched down around him, pleasure billowing through both of them, a kettle boiling and beginning to squeal…

A strong, almost softened snarl ripped itself from his lungs just as she came again, face down in his bed, body trembling and twisting this way and that. Raven felt him tear his shaft free of her, and something hot and white splattered over her back. In the heat of the moment, he’d thought ahead, trying not to get her pregnant. The pleasure reverberated through her, and she collapsed on her side into his bed, gasping for breath. She was spent, utterly spent, but a deep, warm peace had settled into her, where a gnawing hunger had resided before. He sat beside her a moment later. The stableboy kissed her cheek, and his fingers tangled into her hair, gently stroking.

“I’ll be here when you need me again,” he murmured.

She made a soft sound of content, and the weariness finally took her. Tomorrow would happen with or without her, and for the moment, all she wanted was to sleep in this tiny sanctuary of warmth and satisfied desire.

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