Previously in Frankengeld. The testing of the Elixir of Pleasure has resulted in Gerda stealing a red dress from Helena's wardrobe and going out into the streets as if she were a common whore. She pleasured a merchant in the nearby tavern and then accepted his offer to visit the Black Bull. There she was indulging in a gangbang. Helena and Damion rescued her with a combination of burning rushes and an empty wine bottle. Back at number 34 she has just woken from her wine bottle induced sleep and has demanded Damion pleasure her. She remembers everything about the test and had threatened to tell... people... if he does not comply.
Now read on...
25th June in the year 1784, before dawn.
When I hesitated she continued.
"Am I not pleasant to look upon? Am I not willing? Has my husband not told you to do this? What is your problem with me?"
As she talked I could see her getting increasingly distressed. My hesitation, the possibility I might refuse, was clearly painful to her.
"Yes Damion," said Helena, standing at the door to the bedroom. "What is your problem with this?"
I looked at Gerda, she was on the point of tears, then at Helena who stood inclining her head repeatedly towards my sister-in-law, as if to say 'get on with it'.
I turned and took Gerda's hand and kissed it gently, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, as delicately as I could. If this was going to happen then I was determined to be as kind as possible. To give Gerda the experience that a loving husband might have offered her. I was being naughty, in a nice way, by showing the contrast between my cruel brother and myself.
I think Gerda was shocked. I think she expected me to jump into bed, to push her down, and to plunge my phallus into her like the brutes at the Black Bull. We kissed for several minutes, she under the covers, me above. Helena closed the door and left us to it.
I got into bed and lay down close to her, reaching out and gently pulling her close. We lay side by side and I drew her towards me until her wonderful breasts made contact with my chest. Then I kissed her again.
"You are a fine person, Gerda," I whispered. "I do not deserve you. You are generous and, I believe, want to be with child to do your duty for our family."
"You are clever, Damion," she whispered back. "It is as if you see my soul. Such kindness that you show me tells me you deserve everything I can give. Fuck me now. I am your whore..."
I stopped her with a finger on her lips.
"Do not say those words," I whispered. "They do not describe you. They tell me only that men have been cruel to you. I refuse to be cruel."
She looked concerned and clung onto me in desperation. I think she thought that, at the end, I would leave the bed. That my refusal to be cruel was also a refusal to pleasure her. She looked very sad, until my hand slid down the curve of her abdomen and across her plump quim. I proceeded to use every skill that Helena had taught me in the touching of a woman's quim. Every stroke, every delving between lips, every circling of the secret nub, until she gasped and groaned and clutched at me.
She offered to suck me, but again I told her that her pleasure came first. I wriggled down under the sheets and, this time, I performed every trick with lips, teeth and tongue that Mother had taught me when I lay under her on the Bench of the Great Mother. She ran her fingers gently though my hair as she again gasped and groaned her climax.
Only then did I allow myself to penetrate her. My member had swollen to full size by now and I asked her to open her legs and guide me in. She gave a gasp of anticipation when she took hold of my phallus, and gave a groan of great satisfaction when I entered her. I pushed in gently, slowly, responding to her hands on my buttocks. We were conjoined.
Her vagina was much like Helena's, and other women I had pleasured, who had been enthusiastic about the act. They had moist love tunnels because of their desire for pleasuring. Gerda's was warm, wet, and welcoming. I used my knowledge of pleasuring, that I had gained mostly from Helena, to give her the best feelings I could. For example Helena had told me that it was the entrance to the vagina that was most sensitive. That deeper penetration could be fun, but for greater love in the lovemaking, I should concentrate on stirring near the entrance. And I thrust slowly and made her pleasure my goal, and not ejaculation.
After a while we turned and twisted in the bed and I pleasured her while she lay on her side, with my hands caressing her breasts. Then she clung to me and we rolled over with her on top so that she could control the pace. And, unlike the earlier frantic copulating with my elixir in her veins, she was loving and warm and we kissed many times.
As she started to approach another climax I put her gently on her back and thrust more powerfully, but still with care and tenderness, and we both came at the same moment. My seed flowed into her and she held me close, and wept.
"Damion," she said, afterwards, wiping the tears from her eyes. "That was the nicest pleasuring I have ever had. I am so grateful to you. Please give me some privacy and send Una up with hot water. I will join you for breakfast soon."
I retreated to the kitchen. And organised the water so she could bathe, reassuring Una that Gerda was back to normal. It was an hour before Gerda finally appeared, back in her blue dress, with her bag, hat and gloves, looking every inch the respectable woman.
The late breakfast was full of apologies. For an Elixir that went wrong, for hitting people on the back of the head with wine bottles, for the abuse of a scarlet dress, for chloroform. There was an unspoken pact between us that meant certain other subjects were not discussed.
"I will hire a trap to take me home, dearest Damion," Gerda smiled. "Fret not, for I will mention nothing of yesterday's events. I stayed late to play cards."
And with that she departed. There were no patients that morning so, after sitting for a while in expectation, I gave up and went round the house tidying up. Anya had cleaned the withdrawing room. There were no more squashed chocolates.