Hi everyone! Sorry it's been so long! I only realised it had been literal years since I last published a story when a commenter (thanks Mountainman59!) made me aware of it. Trust me when I say that I haven't stopped writing, I just never finish anything I write.
This story takes place during the Italian renaissance in a prosperous city-state where the ruler of the city manipulates an artist and his muse into enthusiastically consented sex.
That said, if you're somehow unhorny enough to notice any historical mistakes I would love to hear it! I'm always a sucker for learning.
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One of her hands was buried between her legs. Digging deep into the wet spot, coating her fingers. Her other hand was on her breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh and twisting her nipples. Her back arched up as her thumb found the sweet spot at the top of her slit and a wave of pleasure flooded her.
"Hold that pose!" The artist called from behind his sketches. She gasped. Holding the straining pose, balancing on the heels of her feet, dug into the heavy fabric that coated the couch she was spread out on. Her ass was lifted high from the couch and only held up by muscles she didn't know she had.
"You've got to be kidding me." She muttered, loud enough for the artist to hear. Shooting him a teasing look. Taking in his figure as he stood behind the raised table, which supported many different scraps of paper. Her fingers still trailed through her wet pubic hair and she dipped her fingers back in her vagina as she caught sight of his erect member, straining against the tight pants that were so in vogue. Her movements increased in tempo, despite of what he just said.
She couldn't keep silent as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. The sound of her moans and of furious scribbling of charcoal on paper filled the room. "Matteo..." She looked at him with begging eyes. "Come here, come help." He took a while to react, putting the charcoal to the paper for a few last strokes. She slowed her tempo down again, waiting for him. "Matteo..." She begged again, desperation in her voice. He finally put down the stalk.
"What do you need help with baby?" He asked, excitement thick in his voice.
She turned her head away from him. "Never mind." She fucked herself deep with her fingers getting crazy close to the edge of blissfulness, when he suddenly grabbed her arm by the wrist, taking her hand away from her sweet spot. An affronted gasp escaped her lips but it soon turned into a satisfied moan as he kneeled beside her and sucked her fingers clean, one by one. "Come here." She said, making room on the couch and straddling his lap as soon as he sat down.
One of her hands was on his shoulder, soft but precise, her thumb stroking the soft pits at the base of his neck. The other was wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly up and down. He held her face in his hands, planting frantic kisses everywhere he could reach.
"I wish I could capture this moment on paper." He panted, his voice deep and rasping.
"Really?" She asked, more in control of her voice. "Because if I were and artist..." She raised herself up, positioning his dick at her entrance.
"Shit." Desperation thick in his voice as his hands slid down to her ass.
"I'd like to capture..." She lowered herself down, filling herself with his warmth. "This." She finished proudly, riding him slowly.
"You'd make a terrific artist." He whispered into her neck, one hand digging in her hair and the other directing her tempo on her ass. "Hmmm" They shared a deep kiss before he suddenly picked her up and pushed her down on her back making sure he wouldn't lose his place between her legs.
He gathered her wrists in one hand and held them above her head as his other hand roamed down her body, pausing at her exposed breast but then swiftly moving on down to help guide his penis back into her. He kept his hand low, providing a soft pressure on her clit which was aggravated by the rhythm he build up. Beneath him she squirmed, but only for show, only to feel that little bit of helplessness as he held her wrists tight.
The next moment she wrapped her legs around him, bucking her hips against his hand. As they increased in tempo, riding closer and closer to the peak, he switched the palm of his hand for his thumb. The specialized pressure rubbing past her clit with every well measured stroke. Moans turned into screams as they both reached climax.
He collapsed on top of her so they were a panting heap of people. Eventually she reached over to cover them with one of the cloths that were slung over the back of the couch. They laid there, basking in their shared warmth and the sunlight streaming in through one of the dusty windows.
"We have to go." He finally said, although he didn't initiate any movement. Beneath him she uttered a frustrated sound. Clasping her arms and legs around him.
"Not yet..." She pouted. He tucked some stray hairs behind her ear.
"I made an appointment I've got to keep."
"I know.. But still... How important is that appointment really?"
He laughed. "You'll be the downfall of me." He kissed her nose.
"Or the making." She kissed him back. He laughed again.
"Come on let's go." He said, finally getting up.
She remained a little longer on the couch, missing his weight above her. "Fine." She got up as well, flaunting her ass as she gathered together the various garments that she'd discarded during posing. In passing he reached over and grabbed her ass, giving it a good jiggle. She turned around for a kiss, but then got back to putting the many layers of dress on.
They walked arm in arm to the church even though her long, loose hair made it obvious that they weren't married. It was a big city, who would really care? Everyone was minding their own business here, the streets were full of traders, farmers, ladies, gentlemen, thieves and whores. In a city like this, most meetings were scheduled in the church, a place which everyone knew how to find. And, above all, cleaner and cooler then the streets outside.
"I'll go find that guy, meet you by the door?"
"Yeah alright, I'm at Maria, I owe her some prayers." She laughed and waved as they parted.
He found her later, after he was done, still kneeling in front of the Maria statue. Hands clasped and eyes closed, deep in prayer. He stopped there, leaning against a pillar, watching her mutter the Latin words. After a while he noticed he wasn't the only one watching. Behind her a figure appeared, standing still, eyes trained on her back. She was a vision, he admitted to himself. The way her long hair streamed down her back, catching the light through the stained glass windows. And even though her dress was old, the rosy colour had only gotten deeper. Her frame was curvy and the corset she wore only emphasized her hourglass waist. Her skirts pooled around her knees.
She looked beautiful, it was clear why she would draw more eyes than just his. When his eyes met with those of his fellow voyeur they shared a nod. She seemed done with praying, gathering her skirts to rise. When she looked up and saw him standing there she smiled. Rising in one smooth motion, with a straight back. But she stumbled and before he knew it she fell back to the ground. Her body limp.
"ANNA!" He jumped forward, and wasn't the only one. The man between the pillars moved to catch her too. He caught her just before her head hit the stone slabs. "Anna!" She didn't react, she didn't appear to be breathing. The other man reached around tearing at her bodice, the buttons gave up easily and revealed the corset below.
Matteo caught on and with scrambling hands undid the ribbon where she'd knotted it. Together they ripped the two halves of the corset apart. The moment she got room she took a deep breath. Gasping for air, her chest heaving. He grabbed her head, lifting it a little of the ground. "Anna."
"Matteo." She was smiling again. Although her breath was still uneven. "I think the incense got to my head a little there."
"I think something very different happened..." He said, eyeing the offending corset with disdain. She just laughed his comment off, rising of the ground with the help of the offered hands of the two gentlemen.
"You should thank this man too." He said, gesturing to the man who had been his helping hand. "He was the one who had the clarity of mind to check your corset." Although, was 'check' the right word for it? The way he had ripped into her clothes... The front of her dress was in tatters.
She seemed to notice now too, although the promiscious look she shot him just before she closed the two broken ends of her bodice back together in a false show of modesty betrayed that she had been aware a little longer.
"Messere." She said, for he was obviously higher in rank than her, as she offered him her hand, and curtsied.
"Signora," He said, as he bowed low to kiss her hand.
As the man lingered a little longer in that position, looking op at her with a seductive kind of humor in his eyes, Matteo decided to intervene.
"Messere, this is Anna Belezana, and my name is Matteo Da Noale."
"Ah," The man reacted, righting himself once again. "It seems I have forgotten my manners already, my name is Lorenzo di Parmacie."
Immediately the mood turned, the Parmacie were a powerful family, rulers of the city in fact. Was it okay to laugh so relaxed with this man? One word from him and they'd all be hanged. Especially since Anna and Matteo didn't exactly live pious lives. Anna regrouped first.
