Author's Note: I continue to take creative license with noble and royal titles and Austrian geography. I don't speak German, so I hope my Google translations come through OK. Thanks for reading and enjoy!
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Luke sprinted across the hallway between the game room and parlor to the steps leading to the upper levels of the castle. After the girl-on-girl show his maids, Anna and Marie, had performed for him and Sophia, the couple conspired to meet in the young Count's suite for a night of uninterrupted and unrushed passion. Luke and Sophia had "christened" the nobleman's new game room earlier that afternoon and now the action would move to a more secluded setting. Just as Luke was about to make the turn and ascend the stone steps to the second floor, a familiar voice beckoned to him from the other side of the parlor.
"My Lord," the Baroness Valentina Lehner, Sophia's mother barked. "May I have a word with you, please?'
Luke stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the older noblewoman. "Of course, Baroness," Luke replied. "What's on your mind?"
"My daughter, Sophia, Sire," the Baroness continued. "I'm afraid she has portrayed herself incorrectly to you, my Lord. Sophia is pledged to another, Sire. The Duke Erich von Furstenburg and Sophia have been promised to each other since both were quite young. They are scheduled to be wed early next year. So, you see, my Lord, there can be no relationship between you and Sophia..."
"Mother!" Sophia screamed behind Luke. "
Was machst du gerade?!
(What are you doing?!)" She was holding two chalices of Stiegl Weisse beer and wearing a short red satin robe cinched loosely at the waist. Luke was quite sure that Sophia was wearing nothing underneath the cherry-red cover-up and he felt the strain in the front of his jeans begin anew.
"Sophia, you cannot deceive Count Wagner any more. I will not allow you to disgrace your father's name further. Stop this now or the Lehner name will forever be tarnished! You must not..."
Luke cut the Baroness off and decided to use the full authority of his title. "Baroness, you will stop this tirade NOW!! Sophia is capable of making her own decisions! If you continue with this outburst I will make sure that you are removed from this castle today and summarily stripped of your noble status. Is that clear?!" The blood rose in Luke's face as he berated the older woman. Both Lehner women stood stunned at Luke's ultimatum.
"Quite clear, Sire." The baroness replied softly. "Please forgive me, my Lord." She begged as she bowed to Luke then swiftly retreated from the parlor.
Sophia sat the two chalices of beer on a stand near the staircase and went to Luke. She took the young Count in her arms and held his trembling body. Luke laid his head on Sophia's shoulder and let his rage subside.
"I didn't want to do that, Sophia. I don't want to make an enemy of your mother. But I don't want to lose you. Not to her, not to this Duke von Furstenburg, not to anyone. I'm falling for you, Sophia. I have a fortune and a castle in the Alps and a title. I have everything a man could ever want, but I would give it all away to keep you with me, Sophia. Please say you'll stay with me..." Luke poured his heart out to the baronetess as tears began to slowly stream from his hazel eyes.
Sophia took Luke's head in her hands, stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed her lover's sad lips then held him tight. "I'll stay with you. For as long as you want me to. I'll stay..."
Luke gazed into Sophia's emerald eyes for a moment longer then surprised the scantily-clad red head by picking her up off the floor. Luke cradled Sophia in his strong arms as he carried her up the granite steps to the third floor and the master suite where he intended to prove his devotion to his
liebhaber
(lover) throughout the night.
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As Luke carried Sophia to his room, the Baroness Valentina Lehner retreated to the smaller dining room to contemplate what she should do next about her daughter and the Count. She took a seat at the rectangular oak table and put her face in her hands. At 54, Valentina was at a crossroads in her life. The home where her family had lived for over eighty years now belonged to someone else (A
foreigner!
); her daughter was not honoring her obligation to marry the Duke von Furstenburg, which was interfering with her plans to move to Vienna; but most depressing, her noble status had become quite insignificant since the Count's discovery and subsequent arrival. Oh, how they cheered for him the night of his welcome party! That man, that
American,
had strolled in here and won the hearts of the townspeople and the dignitaries. And why? What had Wagner done besides smile and wave and
schwachsinn
(bullshit) his way into the societal circles. Worst of all, that American had seduced her daughter, had taken Sophia from her and filled her head with so much Western decadence that she had completely forsaken her own noble status and duties. And had
consorted
with him! Valentina removed the pin that held her hair in place and let her red and grey locks fall past her shoulders then put her face back in her hands in desperation.
The Baroness heard a clinking noise next to her head and moved her hands from her eyes. Maximillian had placed a cup of her favorite tea next to her then took the chair to her right with his own cup and saucer. Maximillian looked at his former employer but said nothing. Finally, Valentina broke the silence.
"
Danke
, Maximillian." The Baroness said to the executive chef as she patted his muscular forearm. "I fear that my time here at the castle is coming to an end, my friend. But that is none of your concern, dear one."
Maximillian, two years older than Valentina, rarely spoke to anyone, including the baroness and even his own son, Tobias. But now he felt that he must articulate his feelings verbally. "It has been a pleasure serving you in the kitchen, my Lady. And in your chambers, my love." Maximillian took Valentina's hand then kissed her lips tenderly as they sat closely in the dimly lit dining room.
Maximillian stood and lifted Valentina from her chair. He stood the Baroness in front of him and kissed her deeply while unclasping the hooks holding the back of her dress together then pulled the laces through the grommets of the elder Lehner woman's black corset. Maximillian removed the corset from Valentina's torso exposing her breasts and midsection. The Baroness had little sag in her bosoms for an older woman and Maximillian showed his appreciation for Valentina's tits by kissing and licking both. The elder chef kissed his way down Valentina's body while pulling the dress slowly down the noblewoman's frame until the garment lay on the floor and the Baroness stood naked before him. Maximillian placed Valentina's nude form on the table before them and brought his mouth to her waiting sex. The Baroness and the cook had been together many times over the years at the castle, even before Valentina's husband had died, so Maximillian knew exactly how to please his partner. He took two large fingers and spread Valentina's puffy pussy lips apart then created a seal over her engorged clit with his lips. Maximillian sucked the baroness' hard nub until she arched her back and held her breath. The senior chef knew what was coming next and he slipped three fingers into Valentina's soaked slit and worked them in and out until the titled lady called to her creator in her native language and squirted her hot cum onto Maximillian's hand and the dining room floor.
Maximillian stood from Valentina's spasming snatch and dropped his white chef's uniform pants to the floor. His rigid cock, nearly as big as his son's massive member, knew the routine and slid deeply into Valentina's sopping cunt. The Baroness squeezed her eyes tightly as her lover's fat rod familiarly stretched her vaginal walls and began to slide in and out. For a large, gruff man, Maximillian was a tender lover and he kissed Valentina passionately while slamming his big dick deep into her, bottoming out against her cervix. She came once again from the friction of Maximillian's bulbous prick head against her fibrous G-spot, clenching the muscles of her hungry twat on the culinary artist's stout dong. Maximillian reached his limit and erupted a copious load of semen into his former employer's scorching and spent box then lowered his face to her exposed chest and planted light kisses on and between her mature breasts. The vast castle seemed more like home to Valentina at this moment than it had since she received the news of the discovery of the new foreign Count and she nuzzled Maximillian's head to her autumn bosom as a single tear slipped from the corner of one eye.
"I will come with you and be yours forever, my Lady, if you wish..." Maximillian pledged to his glowing companion in the beams of the full moon shining through the arched windows of the dining room.
"We both have our tasks to attend, dear one..." Valentina replied and kissed Maximillian softly.
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Luke and Sophia reached the master suite and Luke kicked the door open while still holding his crimson-locked lover in his arms. The young Count placed Sophia on his king-size canopy bed then went back to the door and engaged the deadbolt. There would be no interruptions tonight as Luke also made sure the intercom in his room was off and his cell phone on silent. Sophia scooted up to the head of the bed and sat up against the plethora of pillows. The red-headed baronetess undid the sash on her satin robe and let the sides fall away, giving Luke a prime view of her amazing form. Sophia was no supermodel, but she had curves in all the right places; not quite Rubinesque and not quite stick figure, but somewhere in the middle. Her C cup boobs sat firm on her chest with tiny pink nipples that pointed upward toward Heaven. Luke could only stare at the ginger beauty and marvel at how his circumstances had changed in such a brief time.
Luke quickly removed his jeans and sweatshirt and climbed into the bed next to Sophia. A few candles had been lit and the new couple joined lips in the combined glow of the flickering sticks and the shine of the full moon. Sophia traced a finger down her lover's toned chest then under the waistband of Luke's boxer briefs then spoke softly:
"Luke, I want you to know that there is no one else like you in my life," Sophia said as she swiped her digit back and forth below Luke's navel. "I have not seen Erich, the Duke, since I was fourteen and he was twenty. He tried to take me as his own then, but I rebuffed his advances. I never told my parents for fear they would shame me. Fourteen years later my mother wants me to fulfill that promise her and my father made and marry that
schweinhund!"
Luke kissed Sophia again and felt her temperature rise as she spoke angrily about von Furstenburg. "I won't let anyone, or anything come between us, Sophia. Not the Duke, not your mother, no one. Which means I need to be completely honest with you now," Luke confessed to his crimson-locked girlfriend. "The other night, after the party, Anna came to my room after everyone had gone to bed and... well..." Luke had trouble finding the words to confess his dalliance with the buxom maid to Sophia. As it turned out, he needn't have worried about finding the words.
"Luke, I know all about the other night." Sophia said, a confession of her own.
"You do?" Luke puzzled at Sophia's admission.
"Of course, I do," she replied. "Who do you think disabled the door alarm to let her in here?" Sophia asked her perplexed mate with a sly smirk pasted across her lips.
"But, why would you do that, Sophia, if you wanted me for yourself?" Luke asked, completely flabbergasted by Sophia's previous actions.
"Well, for a couple of reasons, really," Sophia answered. "I wanted to see how you'd react and how you'd perform. You didn't disappoint, by the way." Sophia gave him a wink and Luke's mouth dropped open a bit. "Don't worry. I wasn't in the room, but you didn't notice the red light on the security camera." She giggled a little as she explained then continued.
