[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/y1u86h/a_story_for_the_spooky_season_the_hearths_of/)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/y30qju/the_hearths_of_blairmoor_pt_2_fm_passionate_solo/)
She pulled off her chemise, exposing her naked body to the air, the cold wind blowing from the open window made her nipples harden while the fire behind her warmed her back. To her enhanced senses this was a bizarre but euphoric experience in and of itself, but not why she was in Lord Marcian’s chamber.
She pulled at his shirt, ripping it as it came off and began to undo the lacing on the front of his trousers. He took over the job, fumbling with the drawstrings as she leaned in to kiss him. His dark lips, like hers, were cold to the touch, almost numbing. She began to rock back and forth, almost involuntarily as her body made its base desires known
With his trousers undone, his penis popped through the opening. Niccola looked down at it. It wasn’t fully erect, but then again, he didn’t exactly have time to prepare. He looked a little nervous, a little confused. She slid one hand under his head as she leaned in to kiss him, lifting his face to meet hers. She felt him tense before he reciprocated her kiss and relax. With her other hand, she let go of the waist of his trousers and took a hold of him, stroking, back and forth gently. If she was going to experience this with him, she was going to experience all of it.