Part 3: Departure
Juliana had dressed and readied her body and mind for her pre-planned encounter with De Vesci. She filled her lungs with a deep breath and chuckled to herself as she stepped towards her doorway. Of all the possible scenarios that still flashed through her mind - How would he take her, what would he have her do for him - she had not expected this. She opened her door to hear cries of anguish echoing through the draughty chambers of the Manor. The servants and maids were panic stricken, rushing from room to room like scurrying rats. "What's happened." she screech to Mary the scullery maid. "What is going on, tell me please."The words "He's gone to war." resonating through her mind."Summoned by the King." Mary continued. "He had no choice. It's the Siege at Rouen. Lord Crewe and Lord Montagu have also been called, and a hundred men from the village..."Mary's words merged and faded into the haze that filled Juliana and moments later she was unconscious.
The sharp burning sensation from the spirit of hartshorn rocked her back to conciseness. She lay on her bed as Ulric the Chamberlain wafted the foul smelling liquor under her nose. As soon as she had command of her senses she knocked the bottle from his hand and rose briskly to her feet."Why has he gone. He never told me. How could he leave without a word. Do I really mean nothing to him?" Ulric took her firmly by the wrist to steady her."Juliana you must rest. It is clear by your outburst of self pity that you are not yet of your senses. It is our Master that I pity. Marching into the belly of hell to fight the French. He is a noble man and will fight for our King and country till death."
Julian's days at the Manor drew longer and more desperate as time passed. She was despairing of word from France that he had been slain. But she would have dismissed the correspondence even if word had come. No, he would return victorious from battle and she would give herself to him as his reward, as her reward. As the first few months past she mourned him, grieving silently into her pillow each night. Then she would touch herself quietly under her blankets and imagine him. As time passed her deep-rooted desire overtook her. She began to suffer agonising anxiety as her sexual frustration, combined with her yearnings, gnawed at her and twisted her thoughts. It was his fault that she had to suffer so.
As each day passed her body grew more desperate for liberation. She began to hate him for what he was putting her through. She wished him dead. Longing never to see him again and gaining freedom to return to her family once more. In desperation she seduced the young stable boy, using him to pacify her needs and offered him little pleasure in return. Time passed very slowly for Juliana and as it did she drifted gradually into depression. She lost interest in everything around her. Even the stable boy could no longer bring himself to entertain her. Life was sour.
One cold January morning she woke to hear great cries of excitement in the main hall. The siege had ended. England had victory over France and the main army would return. John De Vesci will be home within two months.
Like a blossoming flower Juliana's beauty began to emerge once more. Her Master was returning and she wanted to be ready for him. Every spare moment away from her duties she would sit and repair her clothes, embroidering elegant designs into the bodices, and lace to the hemlines. She would spend most time preparing her body, taking brisk walks around the gardens in the cold evenings, then soothing herself with hot towels before rubbing her skin with a stiff brush until it glowed. She had two months to prepare to be his mistress. After so long she would at last feel his long hard shaft slipping elegantly inside her.
On the day of his return all the workers from the Manor lined the driveway and waited patiently for his cartridge to arrive. Words had spread that he had been wounded during the siege but little accurate detail was passed amongst the whisperings. Julian's heart had sank low again upon hearing of his misfortune. Rumours of mutilation abound. Hearsay that he had lost his right arm in a great surge against the French. All she could do was wait. The distant thunder of horses began to overwhelm the chattering voices and soon the anxious crowd fell silent.
Through the dense morning mist the charging carriage emerged like an apparition, bursting through the swirling haze in a thundering show of mud and muscle. A fleeting glimpse of John De Vesci was all that Julian saw, but it was enough to both brighten and anguish her heart. He had returned alive, but he sat slumped with his head bowed and his right shoulder carried by a heavy bandage. As the carriage drew to a stop two footmen helped him step slowly down from the foot-plate and into De Vesci Manor. The door to his chamber remained locked for several days with only the doctor and physician gaining entry too his room.
Every day she would pass and press her ear to the solid oak door in hope of hearing his voice. "Go away." he muttered to all who would try to disturb him. His meals left uneaten outside his door.Juliana considered her moment. After nine days his plates were to be found empty and indeed he had commanded more. Wine too, he now consumed with ferocity. His strength was returning along with his spirit. She stood uneasily outside his door. Adjusted herself and loosely unlaced her bodice exposing the tops of her soft breasts. She closed her eyes, held her breath and knocked. "Leave me in peace." he bellowed. Sounding strong and commanding again. She smiled to herself and clutched her first to her chest."It is I, my lord, Juliana. I can wait no longer to see you. I have been so restless for your return this past year. I seek only contentment to look at you, to know that you are real and not a vision of my own imaginings."Her sincerity was met with silence but as she turned to walk away in dejection he called to her."I hear you, I wish to see you too. Please come to me."He lay upon his bed outlined by the sunlight that streamed though the windows. He did not turn to look at her as she approached.
His chest was bare and as she drew near she caught sight of a brutal scar that ran from his right collar bone to under his arm. The trauma of seeing him like this overpowered her and she sank to the floor in tears. "Please come to me Juliana. I too require to see you. Do not pity me, but I have witness great pain and misery. I have tasted Hell. Men, women and children who's souls are desperate to depart from their swollen and diseased bodies. Crying in anguish and sorrow for a meagre scrap of food . I have slain many men and severed many limbs. The images still haunt me now. But thoughts and memories of your beauty and gentleness have liberated me from depression and certain death."He reached out his arm towards her. "Come to me Juliana. I have not yet the strength to hold you and my desires are lacking but let me feast upon your magnificence. Fill my gaze with your splendour and lighten the darkness that has engulfed me...."With a gentle smile Juliana walked slowly to the other side of his bed. Their eyes holding each others gaze as she stopped in front of the window.
The winter sun bringing welcome heat to his bed chamber and warmed her back. Juliana stood watching him, waiting for his command, but he said nothing. Unhurried she began to rock her hips from side to side in a mesmerising motion. Curling a strand of hair round her finger she cast him a demure look. Humming a soothing melody as her other hand tenderly caress her hip and she danced for his pleasure. John lay motionless upon his bed and watch her intently, following her hands as they moved over the taffeta of her dress. Juliana's supple fingers pulled slowly on the cord that held her bodice across her chest. Her sensitive nipples begin to swell as the tension was released and her breasts separated, brushing them beneath the fabric. She cupped her breast and embraced their plumpness, sending little quivers of excitement through her body. Her dancing became more wistful as her desire began to overwhelm her .With great pride and femininity Juliana seductively removed the layers of her clothing until she stood naked before him.The light framed her pale skin with its rich yellow stroke and De Vesci’s eyes followed the outline of her contours until they rested between her legs.
The sunlight erupting through her pubic hair, radiant like a glowing nest, as golden and extraordinary as the Holy Grail. A bead of her moisture mesmerised him and he stared as if looking into a crystal ball. From the foot of the bed Julian crawled over the coverings towards him. Her naked body slithered beside him until she came to rest with her head level with his muscular stomach. Her hand trailing up his leg and stopping at the hem of his braies. She watched the bulge of his groin as his balls contracted and his shaft twitched. She reached for the cord and with one swift tug the bow fell open. With fascination she slowly pulled his braies down his legs exposing his manhood. Slowly she stroke him from the mass of his dark pubic hair, down the length of his swelling shank to the heavy load of his balls. His cock began to engorge with the lifeblood of his desires, he became fuller and harder.
She watched as his skin stretched and the veins swelled. Wrapping her fingers tight round him Juliana started to stroke his length. So long she had craved this moment and now she had command over him. Something she thought would never happen. Licking her lips she lowered her head and tasted him. At first she traced his smooth thin skin of his glans with her wet tongue relishing his saltiness.
Then stretching her lips Juliana took him completely into her tight mouth. She pumped him and sucked him as he began to slowly move his hips, fucking her mouth. With an immense surge and rending groan John pumped a huge flood into Julian's mouth. Unable to swallow him she gagged and his cock jumped from her mouth. It continued to pump steaming thick fluid across her face and into her hair. At that moment he spoke."Leave me. Go. I should not peak so soon.""Do I not please you my Lord?""Today you please me too much Juliana, now be gone."Briskly gathering her clothing and clutching them to her naked body she ran to his door, streams of tears mixing with his seed on her cheek.As she opened the door he spoke again with a subtle hint of playfulness in his voice.
