Innocence is such a sweet thing. It is that which gives us the ability to see only the beauty of the world and the purity. It is so lacking in our world that it now becomes a commodity- something people seek to buy and sell. It becomes porcelain, glass, put upon a shelf to keep it from breaking. Yet even in our desire to hold it, to keep it safe and untainted, there is a temptation that looms in the hearts of all. The temptation to defile it.
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I walked up the soft slope, relishing the feel of the soft grass beneath my feet, as my mind whirled with enraged thoughts and emotions. That my father, an illustrious duke in our land, would go ahead and marry some broad that was only out to have his money. Lady Gabriella Durham was her name and as much as she was beautiful and proper, it was all fake and pretentious. Miss Gabriella with her long dark hair and icy eyes, her proper manners and her beautiful dresses. My child's eyes were jealous and sad. I promptly sat down beneath the shade of an ancient willow tree, fiddling with my white skirts. Shading my green eyes, I looked up to the sky and heaved a sigh of resignation. I'm sure she is not that bad but... My eyes welled up with tears at my thoughts. Father had forgotten that today was my eighteenth birthday. As I leaned back I closed my eyes and tried not to cry.
As I lay there, I heard a low keening noise, just behind the bushes that rose up beside the tree I sat at. It stopped for a minute, and then came again, except more as a mewling. Startled and a little concerned, I pushed away from the tree, the back of my pristine skirts covered in bark and grass, and moved towards the bushes. As I glanced over them, I saw a small form laying on the ground, a tiny tail flicking back and forth. Alarmed at the sounds coming from the small creature, I quickly climbed through the bushes, tearing my skirts a little. As I came closer to it, I quickly distinguished the small, pointed ears, the slanted eyes and pert little nose. It was a kitten. I knelt down next to it, looking at its body quickly.
I noticed a nick on its hind leg and a few scratches, perhaps from a bigger cat, covering its torso. Without even a thought for my personal appearance or reputation, I ripped off a couple inches of the hemline, exposing my ankles and dabbed at the poor creature's bloodied body. I picked up the kitten in my arms and he lifted his tiny head to look warily at me. Though he must have deemed me a friend because he laid his head back down and fell asleep.
I hurried back to my horse, placing the tiny creature in my bag that I brought with me and slowly plodding home, so as not to jar him. Leaving my horse with the stable boy I rushed into the house to the housekeeper.
"Mrs. Stone!"
"Miss Kayli, whatever is the matter?" Mrs. Stone asked in her motherly voice. I loved Mrs. Stone as much as I could a mother, if I had one. I pulled out my kitten and held him up to her.
"Good heavens!" she gasped, a hand going to her ample bosom, "the poor thing looks ready to keel over. Give him to me, I will take care of him."
I nodded, handing the little black and grey kitten to Mrs. Stone. As I turned to leave, I heard a loud wail come from the kitten. I turned back and he was looking at me with the saddest eyes. I walked back over, giving him a pat on the head and small kiss, "I'll be back soon my little friend."
He seemed oddly content by my actions and let himself be pampered by the housekeeper. I ran to my father's study, pushing the door open, and freezing at the sight before me. My father sat in his chair, his dark head thrown back, sweat glistening off his forehead, his face a deep red. But that was not what shocked me. His trousers were pushed down to his hips, his cock jutting straight up. I had seen one before when my brother and I bathed when we were younger, but never had it been like that. My eyes were transfixed with horror and fascination as his hand encircled his large member and slowly pumped up and down. He opened his mouth and moaned softly.
"Oh, Gabriella. Mmmm," My eyes widened as I realized that my father was doing what my friend's called masturbation. A gasp slipped from my lips, and he jerked his head to look at me. His icy blue eyes widened but he didn't stop. He kept pumping on his straining cock until a white substance exploded from the end. I ran out of the room as I heard him call my name.
"Kayli!" But I didn't stop.
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A few days had passed since the incident in my father's study and it was obvious to everyone that something had happened, because tensions were still running high in our household. I couldn't look at my father without think about him jerking off and my rosy cheeks always gave me away. My father on the other hand, didn't treat me the same as he used to. He was distant and cold when dealing with me. My poor brother was so confused.
However, I know things would return to normal soon so I went about my daily routines, and kept visiting my kitten friend, whom I had named Oliver. He seemed to get stronger everyday and Mrs. Stone loved having him around if only because he would chase the mice out of the kitchen. One day, I took Oliver out with me to the garden and sat on the grass as I watched him play with a beautiful monarch butterfly. He was so adorable; he had me laughing within minutes. Unfortunately, my father, who was still disgruntled over my intrusion of his activities the other day, walked out into the garden and balked.
"What is this?!" His voice rumbled from behind me, startling a small gasp from my mouth. I jumped up and looked guiltily at him.
