They Wal Among Us

Hopefully this will make up for the mistakes in Ch 1. This picks up where Nevanka has been living in the castle for 6 months and has to deal with getting on with her life. It also explains how the bloodline continues and finally ends up the U.S. Since they stuck with me after Chapter one and convinced me to keep writing, this Chapter is dedicated to the following. Mickey, Misty, and Dawn -- thanks for the encouragement and help.

Fall, 1895, Predjama Castle, Predjama Slovenia.

Nevanka and Cilka were busy in the kitchen. They just finished putting the dishes away from breakfast and now Cilka was working on getting the pies started. Nevanka paused for a moment to look out the side window, the fall colors always seemed to draw her attention. Cilka stared at her for a moment and wondered if she might be feeling down again.

"Nevanka dear, are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes Cilka. I was just admiring the view of the forest. I've never seen the change from a view like this, it's quite stunning," Nevanka replied.

"Yes, I can see why you would be so taken by it. I guess I've seen it so many times over the years that I just took it for granted," Cilka said and returned to her pie crust.

"Can I ask you a question Cilka?" Nevanka asked as she went over to the counter to help.

"What is it dear?" she asked without looking up.

"How long have you lived here in the castle?" Nevanka asked.

"Oh well lets see, I started in 1872 with Baldomr's father so I guess 23 years," the old housekeeper replied.

"I hope I'm not being too nosey but what happened to Baldomr's mother?"

"She died in child birth. There's a large portrait of her in one of the upstairs studies. After she died, Baldomr's father hired me to help out with the baby and do the housekeeping. I've been here ever since," Cilka told her.

"Um...in all that time did you ever have to...um...you know?" Nevanka asked shyly.

"Do what dear?" Cilka asked. She was ignorant of where this was going.

"Um, you know...service them," Nevanka added.

"Oh my heavens no dear, Baldomr's father was a true gentleman! He would never ask that of me. As for Baldomr, I practically raised him as my own so that would be totally out of the question. Nevanka dear, not all men are like your late husband, and I'm here to tell you Baldomr is far from being that way," Cilka replied.

"I'm sorry it's just that, well, when you've never had it nice you tend to think it doesn't exist. I didn't mean to offend you," Nevanka replied.

"Nevanka you will never find a kinder man that Baldomr and if you do send him my way I'll marry him myself," Cilka told her with a laugh.

The two women finished with the pies and then separated to take care of the rest of the chores. Nevanka went upstairs to make up Baldomr's bed, and when she passed the upstairs study she couldn't help but look inside. This was the one room she had never been in while staying here. When she peered inside she wondered why she never went in here before.

The room was large. On one side was a long tall bookcase. Every piece of space was taken up with books. When she looked closer she could tell they were from different parts of Europe. She wondered how someone could collect all these. Nevanka turned to take in the rest of the room when her eyes saw the huge portrait of Baldomr's mother. She let out a loud gasp when she saw it.

The woman was maybe in her mid 20's with long flowing blond hair. She was wearing a royal blue satin dress that formed against her body perfectly. What took Nevanka's breath away was if Baldomr's mother had shorter hair, she would swear she was looking at a portrait of herself.

"It's not possible. There's no way that can be..." she started to say.

"Baldomr's mother," Cilka added from behind her.

Nevanka quickly turned around. "Cilka why didn't you tell me? Is this the reason he offered to let me stay here, because I look like his mother?" Nevanka asked quickly.

"I can't speak for Baldomr. I can only speak for myself. If you want my opinion on why he wanted to help you and why he asked you to stay with us then I can do that," she told her.

"Ok, why did he want to help me?" Nevanka asked sternly.

"I've known him all his life and I can honestly say he has never been happier than since you came to stay with us. I didn't really expect you to notice it, but I have," Cilka told her.

"He helped me because I make him happy? That seems a little far fetched," Nevanka said.

"No Nevanka...he's in love with you," Cilka told her.

Nevanka was stunned beyond words. She was trying to formulate a correct response to the sudden news, but couldn't. The two women stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and then Cilka broke the silence.

"If it makes you feel better, Baldomr didn't make the connection with the painting until a few weeks ago when I brought it up. I knew he was in love with you the first night we had dinner together. I guess you were too injured and too brain washed by that monster you were living with to notice the way he looked at you -- even with your injuries," she told the shocked woman.

"I didn't -- how could I have known?" she asked.

"You couldn't dear, and Baldomr is too much of a gentleman to say anything to you. I guess it doesn't matter now. The question is what are you going to do now that you know?" Cilka asked her.

"I don't know if I can ever be with a man again. Even if I do, all I'm good for is now is talking dirty and letting them use me for their pleasure. How could anyone -- love -- someone like that?" she told the elderly woman.

"Nevanka I haven't always been a housekeeper. There was a time when I had sex with men, and yes, some of them wanted a slut. There were also some that made love to me and in return I made love to them. I can't tell you how to live your life, that's your job. All I can do is be your friend and as your friend I can tell you that sometimes we have to face our fears and learn from them. Most of the time, that first step is hard. But at the same time, it also the most important," Cilka told her.

"The thing I fear is dead so I can't do that," Nevanka whispered.

"My mother told me something that I will never forget. When life has you at the bottom of a barrel it's very easy to figure out what to do. You go up. Now that you're at that spot in your life, the question still stands. What will you do?" Cilka asked her.

"I'm not sure, but I guess I'll figure it out while I get my chores done," Nevanka told her as she left the room.

The rest of the day was uneventful. It was late when Baldomr got back from Belsko and the ensuing dinner was reserved as the conversation was mostly of Baldomr's day. When dinner was over, the two women cleaned up the dishes while Baldomr sat down in the next room. Cilka did not want to push Nevanka for her answer but she was quite curious about her thoughts.

"I think I'll turn in early tonight dear. I was just wondering, are you going to be here when I wake up in the morning?" Cilka asked.

"I think Baldomr and I have some things to discuss, don't you agree?" Nevanka replied.

"Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes it's not what we want. Sometimes, for whatever reason, it happens because it's what we need. It's up to you to decide which one," Cilka told her and then left to go to her room.

Nevanka walked out to join Baldomr in the lower study, when she entered she found him reading a large novel. Baldomr's keen sense of hearing had picked up the entire conversation but had no idea what was behind it. Had he done something wrong? It was safer to be ignorant so he quickly grabbed a book and pretended to read just before she entered.

"I hope you enjoyed dinner Baldomr," Nevanka said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"Oh hi Nevanka, I enjoyed dinner immensely. You two make a great team in the kitchen. Um, would you care to join me for a glass of wine?" he asked politely.

"That would be nice. Please don't get up, I'll get it myself," she told him as she removed her apron and set it in the chair next to him.

She poured herself a large portion and went to the window to look out. She sipped her wine but remained quiet. This made Baldomr nervous, as he went over every thing that happened in the last few weeks, trying to come up with something that he did or said that might have upset her. His thoughts were broken with the sound of her voice.

"I was wondering Baldomr." She took another long sip of her wine. "Do you want me to service you?" she asked and then sipped her wine again. She never looked at him at all.

"No thank you Nevanka, my glass is still half full," Baldomr replied as he picked it up and took a sip.

Nevanka turned around and looked at him. "That's not what I meant. Do you want me to have sex with you?" she asked point blank.

Baldomr started coughing as he choked on his wine. When he regained control of his lungs again he stared at her with a dumb founded look.

"Nevanka what brought this on? Just because you live here and help around the house doesn't mean you're my property. You can come and go as you please and you can leave anytime you want to, but under no circumstances do I own you," Baldomr told her in astonishment.

Nevanka walked towards him slowly. When she stood before him she set her wine down and then began to unbutton her dress.

"Nevanka did you hear what I said -- you don't have to do this," he told her quickly.

"I heard you Baldomr. I know I don't have to, but I thought it might feel different if the man I did do it with -- was actually in love with me first," she said as she worked the last button free.

Baldomr stood up and faced her. Since he was taller than Nevanka, she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. Baldomr brought his hand up to her face and cupped it gently. He could feel a slight tremble within her as he brought his lips to hers. To Baldomr, it was just a simple kiss, soft yet unyielding in its passion. He had been hoping for years that this moment would come, he was not about to rush it.

To Nevanka, it was no simple kiss, far from it. Andrejcek was the only man she was ever with, and when he kissed her it was with force and urgency. When she felt Baldomr's tongue caresses her lips she instinctively opened her mouth to accept the invading flesh, but he did not respond as she though he would. Baldomr gently raised her jaw, closing her mouth for her.

Baldomr broke the kiss, reluctantly, and gazed into her confused eyes. "I have a feeling that what you think you should do, doesn't apply to what's going to happen. I also think we should retire to someplace a little more comfortable," he told her.

Nevanka could only nod her head as he picked her up in his powerful arms. She became nervous when he approached the stairs and held on to him tightly. Baldomr chuckled to himself at her lack of faith in his strength, or it could be that she had never been carried to bed. Obviously Andrejcek was too fat or too drunk to ever treat her as she should have been.

"Baldomr please -- put me down, what if you trip, we'll both be hurt," she pleaded with him.

"Calm down Nevanka. I know it's hard for you to trust men but I think you'll find I don't fit the mold of normal men," he told her.

When he reached the top of the stairs she relaxed her grip on his neck. Thankfully she didn't choke him, not that she really could, given her small stature. Baldomr pushed the door to his room open and stepped in, when he was clear of the threshold he closed it softly with his foot. When it clicked shut, he could feel Nevanka tremble a bit.

"Don't worry Nevanka I don't intend on hurting you," he said, trying to calm her down.

He set her down on her feet but left his arm wrapped around her waist. Once again, he leaned down and kissed her gently. Nevanka started to relax at the pure tenderness of the contact and brought her hands up to his chest. After a few moments like this, she moved her hands to her shoulders and slid the dress off. As it crumpled to her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him back.

Baldomr allowed her to go at her own pace; he wasn't willing to push her too far. He was surprised when she reached down and undid his pants without breaking the kiss they shared. When she had them unbuttoned she pushed his pants and underwear down his muscular legs and placed her hand on his now very hard cock.

What she found forced her to break the kiss and look down. What she saw before her was the second cock she had ever seen in her life. She just got her fingers around it, barely, and it didn't have the skin around the tip. She was confused at first but then remember something about when babies are born sometimes the parents have the excess skin removed but couldn't remember what it was called.

"Nevanka -- are you alright?" he asked.

"Um, yes -- I just -- um..." she tried to say.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable. You don't have to do this," Baldomr told her. He was genuinely concerned for her feelings.

Nevanka had only limited experience in having sex and fell back on the only thing she knew about making men happy. She started to lower herself to her knees so she could take it in her mouth. Andrejcek always told her that men want sucked and it's a woman's job to do that. Before she was halfway down, Baldomr placed his hands under her arms and lifted her back up to her feet.

"What's the matter? I thought men wanted women to use their mouth on them," she asked in an honestly puzzled manner.

"Oh you're correct they do, but I believe a woman needs to be pleasured first. If my suspicions are correct you're going to experience more than you ever have before," he told her.

Baldomr slowly picked her off her feet and placed her on the large feather bed. When he pulled his hands away, he reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. Nevanka could only stare in awe as his taut, muscular body came into view. When he had his shirt off, Nevanka quickly turned around and got on her hands and knees. Baldomr shook his head in dismay.

'What the hell did Andrejcek do to you?' he thought.

Baldomr got on the bed with her and slowly moved her to her back. Instinctively she spread her legs so he could move between them.

"You really should stop trying to think about what I want," he told her and then kissed the side of her neck softly.

Baldomr began to kiss his way down her body until he reached her extended nipple. As softly as he could he started to flick it with the tip of his tongue, when he had the rigid bud sufficiently wet he wrapped his lips around it. When he pulled gently back and flicked it with his tongue, he was rewarded with a low moan from Nevanka. Sensing that she might be enjoying this, he reached over her body and ran his fingertips over her other sensitive nipple.

The new sensations that ran through her body were intriguing. Without knowing why, she slowly closed her legs and applied pressure, effectively squeezing the lips of her sex together. This movement did not go unnoticed by Baldomr as he increased the suction on her nipple. After a few more moments of torturing the throbbing bud, he slid across her body to pleasure the other extended nipple.

Nevanka felt him and opened her legs to allow Baldomr access to what he wanted. Baldomr could understand her confusion as he moved her legs together and cradled her body in his arms as he took her dry tip into his mouth. She couldn't help but let the long moan escape her lips. Nothing she knew to be correct or what she'd been told had any bearing on what he was doing to her -- with just his lips no less.

"Baldomr I don't understand? What do you..." she tried to say but was silenced when he placed his lips upon hers.

This time Baldomr slid his tongue between her lips slowly. Nevanka didn't know why she did it but when she felt her lips being separated she kissed him back, hard. She never took Andrejcek's head in her hands because of what he did to her, but this was totally different. Baldomr was trying to give her pleasure, making her moan, not just taking it. She wondered if this is the way it was supposed to be all along.

Although Baldomr never wanted this moment to end, he needed to continue the retraining of the once conditioned beautiful woman. Baldomr painstakingly kissed his way down her body, stopping to tease her nipples again. He wondered if Nevanka would ever let go of his head as he continued lower. Nevanka thought this was the moment that he would finally push himself inside her, so she spread her legs once more.

She thought that for the first time in her life a man would enter her when she was wet first. From what she could feel, she was in fact very wet. When Baldomr didn't rise up to mount her she looked down to see what he was doing.

'I don't understand. Where is he going?' she thought.

When Baldomr reached his desired spot, he opened his mouth and placed it upon her pussy. He knew this was the first time a man had gone down on her by the way she threw her head back and bit her hand to keep from screaming out. He fully understood why her other hand pulled on his hair. Maybe a little too hard, but he could see why.

When he ran the rough side of his tongue against her clit, Nevanka's legs started to move back and forth as if she was trying to get away but not really wanting to. Baldomr's hair was starting to hurt a little too much, so he reached up and softly removed her hand and placed it on the bed. When she felt the comforter against her palm, she grabbed a handful and tried to pull it up. Baldomr thought it was a good thing he did that, she looked like she might pull that single patch free from the rest of it.

"Baldomr -- my God Baldomr stop -- you're killing me," she pleaded with him.

Baldomr was in no mood to stop; her juice was the most intoxicating thing he had ever tasted. It didn't help Nevanka's condition when he slowly slipped in two of his fingers inside her and then moan against the throbbing clit. Nevanka's head rolled from side to side as she fought to keep from screaming. She bit her bottom lip and her legs thrashed about wildly.

"Noooooo -- please stop. Oh God -- Baldomr what's -- what's..." the poor woman whimpered.

Baldomr moved his fingers slowly enough to enhance the pleasure; she had already been through enough pain. Nevanka's legs started to straighten out and he could feel them trembling against his face. He knew Andrejcek was a true bastard, but it just wasn't possible that he never gave his wife an orgasm. Could this really be the first time she had ever cum?

"Baldomr really -- stop. I don't know..." she tried to say but then suddenly bit her lip harder.

If this was going to be the first orgasm of her life then Baldomr was determined to make it a memorable one. He placed her clit between his lips and sucked on it like it was a third nipple. Nevanka was now crying, trying to fight the onslaught of feelings coursing through her body. Baldomr looked up past her torso and saw she was in turmoil. He didn't want to hurt her and thought maybe he'd gone too far.

Nevanka lifted her head and looked wildly into his eyes. Suddenly her head snapped back and her knuckles had turned white from gripping the comforter too tight. No force on Heaven or Earth could have stopped her from holding in the scream that left her body. Her legs shot out and Nevanka forced her hips up so violently that Baldomr had to remove his mouth to keep from having his nose broken.

Meanwhile Cilka was just starting to fall asleep when she was startled by a high pitch scream from down the hall. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to dash down the hall to help the presumably injured woman, but then realized that it was not so much a scream of pain as it was of passion. When she laid her head back down a smile crossed her face. She knew that she would have help with the chores in the morning, well, maybe not first thing in the morning.