Temptress Siren and Nympth

This is the next part of my story set during the Napoleonic wars of the early 19th century. Dr Jack Hollington has embarked to Portugal as a surgeon in the British army. On his journey to Portugal, he earned the affection of Lady Elizabeth Lister. The daughter of his commanding officer. As well as her vivacious sister Charlotte and the sweet Irish maid Molly.

Whilst he held affection for all three women, Beth was the one he loved. Unfortunately, she was betrothed and later married Ralph Burnham, a fellow British officer. After a night of reckless adultery on the eve of departure. Jack and Beth agreed to part ways forever.

During the first action of the British campaign to liberate Portugal, Ralph died. Lady Elizabeth is now a widow and safe in England. Is there any hope that Jack and Elizabeth can reconnect?

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Chapter 1: New Acquaintances.

Lisbon, Portugal October 1808.

It had been three months since we first landed in Portugal. After defeating the French at Vimeiro and their evacuation, Portugal was now free. The British army remained to deter further French aggression.

Colonel Frederick Lister, commander of my regiment the 45th Foot. Had returned to England to console his recently widowed daughter. I had written several letters to Beth since the death of her husband Ralph but received no reply. I tried writing to her sister Lotte but also received nothing. My feelings for Beth hadn't gone away but as a gentleman, I respected her privacy.

There were reports that Napoleon was about to cross the Pyrenees with his Grande Armée. Hoping to quell the Spanish rebellions against French rule. The hope was the Portuguese army would join us against the French. My friend Charles, captain of the 4th company of the 45th foot. Had the dubious honour of liaising with the Portuguese and share tactics.

I had the unfortunate task of instructing their officers on our medical practices. The language barrier had proved a problem until I met Isabel. She was the daughter of Count Garcia Lopes de Calheiros, a local minor noble. So the correct way to address her was 'my lady', which I loved to tease her with.

She was a precocious young woman but headstrong. The first time we met she berated me for letting Charles spill his drink on her at a ball. In fairness, I was also three sheets to the wind on account of another unanswered letter. According to the countess, as Charles's friend, I should be looking after him.

She was as beautiful as she was argumentative. Dark brown hair, flawless sun-kissed complexion and a petite frame. She did have a gorgeously peachy rear. She was a real pistol, small but packed a punch.

Her family had been driven out of their home by the French and had taken up residence in Lisbon. Against her father's wishes, she had sought out instruction in the field of medicine. An unusual pursuit for a young lady of noble birth. She had been most aggrieved when she found out I was considered the best person to help with her studies. In truth, the other surgeons had no time to teach medicine to a mere woman. I however found her engaging.

I found myself unable to avoid teasing her. Complaining about her accented English or teasing her mistakes whilst studying. The more annoyed she became the more I thought less of Beth and Lotte.

I was lying in bed one Friday night, a little drunk from playing cards with Charles. When there was a knock on the wooden door.

"Mmm. Yes, who is it?" I said in a groggy voice.

"Letter for you sir," came a strange muffled voice.

"Come in dam it, I was trying to sleep!" I said sitting up and standing to receive the messenger.

"Oh well If you are too tired perhaps I go," a sweet voice said from the door.

Isabel was wearing a long green clock fastened at her neck. Her beautiful brown hair hung loose and unadorned. She looked like she was ready for bed.

"You know you are welcome here any time my lady," I said walking over to her and kissing her lips tenderly.

"Will you stop calling me 'my lady?' At least in private," she said in her cute accent.

"As you wish my lady," I said with a smile, earning a thump on the arm.

"Idiota," Isabel said as she undid her cloak.

She wore a simple white nightgown that clung to her bosom and hips. It hung low on her shoulders revealing the tops of her petite breasts. She turned to close the door and I wrapped my arms around her. I hugged her tightly enjoying the feel of her soft supple body.

"I do have a message, perhaps you read it before we get distracted," Isabel said as she started to melt into my arms.

I watched entranced as she reached a hand into her cleavage and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. She fanned her face with it teasing me as I tried to grab it. I pulled her chin around to kiss her passionately and grabbed hold of the letter. It was warm to the touch from being wedged amongst her gorgeous breasts.

I opened and scanned it. It appeared to be an invitation to a ball. The name on the invite wasn't mine but Isabel's.

"It seems I require an escort, know a gentleman who would be so kind?" She asked as she kissed me again.

"Hmm, I think Charles is free. I'll go and ask," I joked moving towards the door.

"Idiota!" Shouted Isabel again before I muffled her annoyance with my lips.

I led my Iberian beauty over to the bed and then spun her to face the wall. Isabel sighed softly as I pushed up behind her, softly kissing her neck.

"Mmm isso é bom," she moaned as I slid my hands over her small pert breasts.

I felt her hard nipples under her cotton nightgown and toyed with them as I kissed along her shoulder.

"eu amo suas mãos no meu peito," she said in her beautiful native tongue.

I continued to massage her pert little breasts as I pushed my hardening cock against her. What she lacked in bust size she made up for it with her large peachy rear. Isabel wiggled, enjoying the feel of my cock nestled between her cheeks. I could see her expression on the polished metal plate I hung on the wall as a mirror. It was a slightly cloudy image but I could see the burning lust in her eyes.

I groped her chest with my hands enjoying the way she pushed her shapely rear back into me. My hand slipped down her nighty to cup her soft, warm, naked flesh. I pitched her nipple as I nibbled on her ear seeing her bit her lip with desire in the mirror.

"I do love your little visits," I groaned as I rubbed my hard cock against her rear.

"One day maybe you could visit me," she said breathlessly as I massaged her breasts.

"Yes, I'm sure your father would approve of that. And then there's Antonio," I growled into her ear. Teasing her about the young man who was courting her affections.

He was a young Portuguese officer in one of the regiments working with us. He was a friend of Isabel's brother and had designs of marriage for the poor girl.

"My room is far from Papai's. He would not hear. Antonio is a boy, not a man like you," Isabel moaned as I slid my free hand under the hem of her nightie to stroke her soft thigh.

"You'd like to be with a man like me? Who can make you scream like I do," I whispered next to her ear before giving it a nibble.

"Ah, sim, me faça gritar," she spoke in breathless Portuguese.

"In English please my lady," I growled, sliding my hand up to her most intimate place.

"Yes make me scream," she gasped as my fingers reached her warm wet lips.

I coated my fingers in her juices before sliding them over her hard sensitive nub. Isabel was only nineteen and a sheltered wallflower before the French invasion. She had thankfully managed to avoid the attention of the beastly French soldiers. But after a few weeks of working closely with a British scoundrel such as myself. Well, one thing led to another, it was only natural.

I had taken it as my professional duty to instruct the girl on the pleasure points of her body. Kissing her neck, pitching her nipples, gently stroking her folds. Every visit I tried to ensure she got a worthwhile education.

I placed my finger at her tight opening and just circled the rim. Drawing moans from the young beauty as my other hand cupped her breast. I circled her entrance before teasingly slipping a finger up to the first knuckle.

"Oh Deus, mais mais!" She groaned as I fingered her tight entrance.

"More? You want more my lady?" I asked teasingly as I stroked her velvety walls.

"Yes Jack, please give me more," she sighed.

With a smile at her perfect image in the mirror, I pulled my finger free and bent Isabel at the waist. Her hands slammed onto the desk as she gasped in surprise. The gasp turned to a groan as I pulled her nightie up over her perfect rump and shoved my fingers back inside her. She jumped a little as I slid two fingers inside to the third knuckle.

Isabel was moaning loudly as I curled my fingers and found her sensitive spot. All women have them if you know where to look. I was instructed by a tavern whore in London and the lesson had served me very well.

"Ah, foda-se, seus dedos são tão bons," she moaned loudly as my fingers swirled inside her.

"English please my dear," I said with a chuckle as this nineteen-year-old beauty started to rock her hips.

She pushed back hard onto my fingers, desperate for me to penetrate deeper.

"Your...fingers...feel...so...good," she breathed between moans.

"Are you ready for another lesson my dear?" I said as I felt her rising to a peak.

"Yes Jack, yes please teach me," she wailed, moments away from reaching her goal.

I took my palm and slapped her rump on the right cheek. Causing her to scream out with pleasure as she came on my fingers. She raised on her tiptoes as her body spasmed with pleasure. My fingers were clamped by her velvety walls but I continued to try and stroke her insides. I slapped her on the left cheek to even things out as she finally came down from her high.

"Oi, bastard," she growled with a laugh.

"You like my lady?" I said as I finally managed to remove my fingers.

"Oh yes, more of that please," Isabel hummed as she stood upright.

"Good. There is another thing I want to show you tonight," I said pulling my breeches down to reveal my hard thick cock.

"Gostoso," she said licking her lips as she eyed my cock.

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**Chapter 2: Reuniting.**

Isabel left before dawn as she always did. I was billeted in a small run-down boarding house near the temporary army field hospital. Due to the number of British soldiers space was a premium. The main advantage of living here, for me at least, was its proximity to where Isabel lived with her family.

I spoke with Charles Saturday morning and berated him for making me drink so much last night. He informed me of the arrival of extra troops from Britain. They had arrived in Lisbon after landing in northern Spain at Corunna. It seemed the powers in London expected Napoleon to move into Spain at any moment.

I thought idly how sad it would be to leave my little house in Lisbon. In particular, lose the opportunity to instruct sweet Isabel.

The ball she had invited me to, was held by a Portuguese diplomat. Impoverished from the French invasion it was an attempt to reestablish high society. There had been a stipulation that no military uniforms were to be worn to the event. There was a little tension amongst the Portuguese officer corp of late. Corrupt officers had been removed from their positions. Replaced by troops raised from the ranks.

The hosts only wanted what they considered proper gentlemen at the event. They didn't want commoners to sneak in using a given rank and uniform.

Due to my paltry finances, I didn't have any suitable attire. Isabel surprised me with a perfectly handsome outfit. She sent it to the house with a note on where to meet her.

I arrived at a grand but slightly tired-looking Manor House on the outskirts of Lisbon. Not having an invitation I stood outside and watched the other guests arrive. Mostly Portuguese gentry as you would expect, but there were a few familiar faces. Many of the young ladies noticed me standing to one side. They eyed me surreptitiously to avoid their escort's notice. Some were undoubtedly beautiful but I was here for Isabel.

She arrived in a carriage with her father. And looked simply radiant in a vibrant red ballgown with long silk gloves. Her dark hair had been curled into ringlets that cascaded down her shoulders. She wore a beautiful shade of vibrant red lipstick with subtle make-up to enhance her beauty. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling with excitement as she saw me.

As I walked over she met me half way and we exchanged the formal pleasantries. After I kissed her gloved hand I stared at her and wanted to kiss those ruby lips.

"Mr, Hollington this is unexpected," Isabel's father said with unhidden contempt.

He had addressed me as Mr due to my work as a surgeon. Usually, men in my profession were not awarded a doctorate. So not given as much respect as physicians. However, I obtained my doctorate before joining the army.

"It's Dr. Hollinton, Papai. Jack is a physician as well as a surgeon," Isabel said, defending me against her father.

"Jack? Such familiarity is obscene Isabel. I tolerate your whimsical fancies to a point," her father spoke in perfect English.

He wanted me to hear the disdain in his voice.

"Father please be kind to my escort for this evening," Isabel said in a childlike way. Trying to appeal to a father's affection for their daughters.

"This is who you turned down Antonio for?" Her father said looking at me with a challenging look.

I stood impassive, not about to rise to his bait in front of Isabel.

"Should we go in my Lady? A pleasure to meet you again my Lord," I said using the correct forms of address as I took Isabel's hand and led her inside.

I spoke to the master of ceremonies and he introduced us as we entered. I saw a few of the young ladies look at Isabel resentfully when they saw she was on my arm. Some gentlemen recognised me as they were also British officers.

The ball was like any other. The string quartet played several lively tunes that encouraged dancing. I didn't usually like to dance but sweet Isabel was persuasive. Her radiant smile was infectious and she only had eyes for me when we were forced to swap partners. Eventually, I managed to encourage her to take a breather.

"Oh, Jack is that you?" Came a sweet voice from behind me.

I turned and saw one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the good fortune to meet.

"Lotte, what are you doing here," I managed to say before the blonde beauty pulled me into a tight hug.

Nearby onlookers were horrified by the break in decorum and I quickly pulled away.

"You look so handsome out of uniform. Who's this delightful young lady?" Lotte asked in her usual bright and friendly tone. Eyeing Isabel with unbridled interest.

"May I introduce, Lady Isabel de Calheiros. Isabel this is my good friend, Lady Charlotte Lister," I said. Introducing the two stunning young ladies.

"Oh, Lotte, please. Well, aren't you gorgeous I see why he likes you. And Isabel isn't that curious," Lotte said in her usual playful tone eyeing me mischievously.

"And why's that?" Asked Isabel unsure how to take Lotte.

"Oh well, Isabel is derived from Elizabeth," she said eyeing me.

"See not just a pretty face. And my sister is called Elizabeth," Lotte said with a naughty smile.

I was suddenly jolted with the thought that Beth could be here too. I avoided the urge to look around for her and instead focused on Lotte.

"How is your sister," I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, she isn't here in case you're wondering. She is still in official mourning for poor Ralph. Seems silly really. She has been mourning longer than they were married. Anyway, you know how it is. She can't socialise out in public," Lotte said scanning my face for a reaction.

"But she can receive callers of course, if that's of any interest to anyone," Lotte said with a naughty smile.

"Oh well give her my best won't you," I said trying not to be disrespectful to Isabel.

"Where are you billeted, Jack? Is it nearby?" Asked Lotte impertinently.

I noticed the shocked but amused expression on Isabel's face.

I leaned in closer to Lotte and spoke so only she could hear.

"You're still naughty then. But let's not embarrass the poor girl," I said concerned about Isabel.

I did care for her and didn't want her to feel embarrassed or upset.

"Oh don't worry Jack, I'm sure she can learn to share like the rest of us," Lotte said with her mischievous grin.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I turned to Isabel and asked her to dance.

"You have interesting friends," Isabel said as we waltzed around the room.

"Oh, yes sorry about her my dear," I said worried Lotte had upset her.

"I'm not that naive Jack. I knew you had learnt your lessons somewhere. I'm not stupid, but please don't forget me," she looked at me with an uncustomary fragile expression.

All her usual fire and confidence were stripped away. To reveal the tender fragile girl beneath. She reminded me of an Irish beauty from Cork. The redheaded Molly, handmaid to the Lister sisters. Just now Isobel had the same vulnerable expression.

"My dear, you are impossible to forget," I said holding her closer than was customary. Quickly kissing her on the cheek.

"Mr Hollington, I'm afraid my daughter owes a dance to Antonio. If you would be so kind," Isabel's father said appearing from nowhere and scoping his daughter out of my arms.

Isabel looked regretful as she left me on the dance floor alone. Several young ladies' eyes watched me expectantly. Hoping I would dance with them. But I felt deflated by sweet Isabel's fragile expression.

"Oh dear Jack, haven't managed to charm the father then," giggled Lotte as she grabbed my arm and put it around her waist.

As we danced she told me how she and her sister had travelled with their father. Colonel Lister had taken Ralph's personal effects to be interned by his family in England. He had then come back with the reinforcements, bringing his daughters with him.

"You know, I've not been satisfied by a man since you left. You're quite the tough act to follow," Lotte said in her usual vulgar way.

"You are a wonder Lotte you really are," I said with a smile.

I had missed her company. Whilst I loved her sister Beth deeply. Lotte was such a fun person to be with. Such a free, nymph-like spirit. I surveyed her beautiful blonde hair and then her huge heaving breasts.

"How is Beth? Really," I said in a concerned voice. Lotte's usual buoyant expression faltered.

"Well of course she is genuinely upset about Ralph, he was a lovely man. And then there's you. She misses you terribly Jack. I've never seen her so heartbroken," Lotte said with a sad expression.

"I wrote to her every day Lotte. I never received a response," I said defensively.

"She was trying to be respectful to Ralph and then you stopped writing," Lotte explained.

"I have to see her. To explain," I said.

"Yes, I think she would like that. But first I think I need to have a little talk with your gorgeous new plaything," Lotte said. She smiled over to where Isabel and Antonio were dancing.

The poor girl looked completely uninterested. As the young suitor tried to engage her in conversation.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Lotte," I said looking at the hungry look in her eyes.

"Oh tosh you just don't want to share," Lotte said looking at me with a coy smile.

"We have to share you, only fair you do the same," she said looking demure.

"Are there no limits to your depraved debauchery?" I asked with a mock shocked expression.

"Not that I've found. I'll see you later," Lotte giggled as the quartet finished playing.