Court Intrigues

Countess Jane Caroline Mabel was furious. Duke Woodstock had preferred that upstart, that debutante, the young and innocent Megan Reeves, over her. Countess Mabel had been pacing back and forth across the drawing room for a full hour and could not settle. Her muslin dress with its high waistline billowed behind her, clinging to her beautiful, slender body and hugging her firm hips tightly. The deep décolletage revealed to view an elegant neck, beautiful full breasts, and the cleavage between them inspired sinful thoughts. Her thick black hair was gathered on her head in a luxurious hairstyle, revealing and emphasizing the delicate features of her face as well as the neck of its owner. Countess Mabel had been widowed for two years now

and was a very well-off lady; by the unwritten rules of the court, she could allow herself an affair as long as it was not too obvious.

Countess Mabel was not only a wealthy and incredibly attractive woman but also very self-confident and willful. > Such an unheard-of insult, in the countess's opinion, she could not forgive any nobleman. A plan for revenge matured instantly, and she immediately set about implementing it. At the next social soirée, she made a wager with three of the most desperate rakes and womanizers for a very substantial sum. The essence of the wager boiled down to one thing: each of the three dandies was to spread the legs of Lady Megan Reeves and taste what she was like. And for all this, three weeks were allotted; in case of success, each would receive the unheard-of sum of 20 thousand pounds. To the countess's indignation, not a single libertine managed to steal even a fleeting kiss, let alone more sinful deeds. This drove the countess into a rage and intrigued her greatly; she wanted to see this Lady of Chastity for herself.

A week later, a ball was held by a patroness who wanted to see the young debutantes, and of course, Countess Mabel accepted the invitation to such a high reception. For this ball, she prepared with particular care, donning a dress of black silk and velvet trimmed with silver embroidery. She threaded a pearl strand through her hair. She looked magnificent, and the silver trim of the dress harmonized with the color of her silver eyes. It should also be noted that Countess Mabel possessed an unblemished reputation in the circles of high society and was a welcome guest at any social gathering. And for some nobles, it was a high honor to host the countess, both as an influential person and simply as an irresistible woman. There were many people at the ball, which surprised the countess, and after strolling a bit through the hall, she understood why there was such a stir. Everyone was whispering only about the young Lady Reeves, and soon the countess herself saw for the first time the creature that was stirring the minds of those around her.

A fiery whirlwind burst into the ballroom and with a confident stride headed across the entire hall towards a group of young nobles. The countess noted that despite her swift appearance, Lady Reeves's gait was very seductive and natural. Lady Reeves possessed an extraordinary appearance: a thick mane of fiery and unruly hair, eyes like the purest emeralds, marble skin without any freckles. A defiantly upturned nose, sensual lips, and a stubborn chin. Contrary to accepted rules, Lady Reeves was dressed not in white but in an amber and gold dress, which undoubtedly suited her much more. And the deep décolletage attracted men's gazes like a magnet, and there was plenty to look at, while Lady Reeves's face could not be called classically aristocratic. Lady Reeves's mother was the daughter of a Scottish laird, and her father a true English aristocrat, and the mix of different peoples made her unusually attractive. Something which Lady Reeves herself, it seemed, did not realize, despite her popularity among gentlemen. And she was also a very tempting morsel for fortune hunters!

Lady Reeves's guardian was Lady Margaret, slightly acquainted with the countess, and the countess took advantage of this. Asking Lady Margaret to introduce her to the young eighteen-year-old debutante, such a request greatly pleased the guardian. After all, in the event of an acquaintance between Countess Mabel and Lady Reeves, the latter's chances of a profitable match upon marriage would increase even more. Since the dancing had begun, the countess accepted an invitation from one eager young man, to flatter the vanity of the budding rake. Then other admirers invited her as well, so it was not soon that Lady Reeves was presented to the countess, also changing dance partners one after another. A kind of rivalry emerged between the two striking women, which greatly amused the countess. Finally, the countess saw Lady Margaret approaching with her charge and immediately gathered herself like a panther before a leap.

 — Megan, my dear, allow me to introduce you to Countess Jane Caroline Mabel. — Lady Margaret said benevolently.

 — Countess Mabel, it is a great honor for me to be presented to you! — Lady Reeves said sincerely, curtsying. — I am very flattered to make your acquaintance!

Megan had never met a more beautiful woman in her life, truly experiencing delight and reverence from the acquaintance. The countess's silver eyes examined her with interest, while Megan, in turn, could not tear her eyes away from such an attractive and influential person.

 — So this is who has stirred up all of male society with her beauty! — the countess laughed — Lady Reeves, you have eclipsed all the brilliant social lionesses this season! Be careful, or you will make yourself some very dangerous enemies!

 — Countess! You must be joking, I pale in comparison to you! — the young beauty unexpectedly said with embarrassment, lowering her lush eyelashes — Not a single woman I know can compare with your beauty!

 — Now, now, Lady Reeves, do not belittle your merits, you are enchanting! And please, let's drop the titles, address me as Jane. — Jane said with a sly smile — May I, in turn, count on reciprocity, Megan?!

The countess watched with delight the change of emotions on the face of the woman who had stolen her suitor, from astonishment and embarrassment to undisguised delight.

 — Megan, are you staying with Lady Margaret?

 — Yes, your ladyship. — Megan said, still embarrassed.

 — Megan, I thought we agreed to drop titles, including titles of courtesy?!

 — Yes, Countess… yes, Jane. — Megan mumbled, blushing all over.

 — That's wonderful! Megan, would you mind if I paid you a visit sometime?

 — That would be wonderful, yo… Jane! — Megan corrected herself.

 — Perhaps tomorrow, you wouldn't mind?

 — Not at all, I would be very happy to see you again!

 — Agreed!

And smiling contentedly, Countess Jane Caroline Mabel headed to her mansion. Jane herself did not quite understand why she had initiated this acquaintance, but one thing she knew for sure: she should befriend this walking virtue. As they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer! The next day, as agreed, Jane came to Megan. She was met by a well-trained butler who escorted her to the drawing room where Megan was waiting. They sat, drank tea with little cakes, chatted about this and that, discussed new fashion trends.

 — Megan, where is Lady Margaret? — Jane inquired.

 — Oh, I completely forgot, Lady Margaret asked me to apologize for her! An old friend invited her, she couldn't refuse!

 — Yes, of course, I understand, Megan. Don't worry!

 — Jane, Lady Margaret has a wonderful garden! Would you like to take a look at it?

 — Indeed, why are we sitting here! The weather outside is so lovely!

Megan, taking a blanket and drinks, headed to the very depths of the garden. She still couldn't believe she had befriended such a marvelous woman. Her head was spinning, for walking beside her and chatting amiably was one of the influential ladies of the English court. And her friends at the ball yesterday had looked at Megan with envy and tried in every way to express their friendly intentions, which of course flattered Megan. Jane, for her part, was thinking about Megan, regrettably admitting that soon she too would become an influential figure at court. Moreover, regardless of whom she married, court society would quickly polish Megan. So it was better to hook her firmly right away! Sitting down on the spread blanket, Jane began to examine the girl, who was enthusiastically telling how Lady Margaret had managed to create such a luxurious garden. Involuntarily, Jane gazed at Megan's beautifully outlined, sensual lips > a rather unexpected thought flashed through her mind. Jane was frankly surprised by her thoughts, but the longer she thought about it, the more aroused she became.

A pleasant warmth spread in Jane's lower abdomen, her nipples stiffened, and butterflies fluttered in her chest. Within two minutes, it became hot and sticky between her luxurious thighs from the secretions of her womb. She unbearably wanted to have this redhead, to lift her dress and spread her beautiful legs. > Her French friend, the Marquise Armand du Plessis, had once given her, for amusement, a dildo carved from ivory, an exact copy of the member of some sultan or pasha. And this elegant instrument had leather straps; it had never occurred to her before to use this toy for its intended purpose, but now Jane simply craved to put the phallus to use. But everything in its own time; Jane collected herself and calmed down a little. >

 — Megan, my dear, have you made a choice yet?

 — What are you talking about, Jane? — Megan asked, looking at Jane in bewilderment.

 — I heard that four worthy nobles have already proposed to you?!

 — Oh, that's what you mean, yes, it's true! They are pleasant and certainly worthy young men, but I'm in no hurry to choose yet.

 — Is there someone specific in mind? — Jane inquired.

 — Well, how to put it… — Megan became flustered.

 — I also heard that you have turned the head of Duke Woodstock himself! — Jane said, looking slyly at Megan — And he is the most eligible bachelor in all of London.

 — Oh! He really does appeal to me very much, but no proposal has come from him. — Megan said disappointedly.

 — Well, and he's devilishly handsome too?!! — Jane said, still looking slyly at Megan. — And also devilishly experienced in choosing women!

 — I suppose that is so. — Megan became quite dejected.

 — You are in love with him, aren't you, Megan?!

 — What's the use, you said yourself he is experienced! — Megan sighed heavily.

 — And so, you'll give him up without a fight?! That doesn't seem like you! — Jane continued to press.

 — But what can I do…, Jane, you were married. I understand an unmarried lady is not supposed to know about such things! May I… I know… well… it's improper to ask such questions… but you won't tell, will you?!! — Megan hesitated, blushing with embarrassment.

 — Megan, do you want to know what happens between a man and a woman on the wedding night? — Jane asked, barely concealing her delight. — I know your mother died when you were still little. I suppose someone really should explain everything to you.

Megan was terribly embarrassed, despite being a confident lady. She also felt boundless joy and gratitude towards her newfound friend. And the gaze of Jane's silver eyes expressed sincere sympathy and a desire to share all the troubles of the young girl. So it was not surprising that Megan felt such boundless trust in Jane. And Jane herself realized that the skillfully set snare had tightened, and now Megan would not escape.

 — Megan, have you ever kissed gentlemen? — Jane asked.

 — A couple of times something like that happened. — Megan mumbled.

 — Something like that?!

 — Well, they touched my lips with theirs. But nothing more!

 — Oh, these gentlemen! Sometimes it wouldn't hurt to be a bit bolder!

 — Megan, what do you actually know about kisses?

 — Well, essentially nothing.

 — Well, alright! After all, it's forgivable — Jane was simply exulting inside — kisses are very different, Megan, there are light, intoxicating, lingering, deep, bold, sensual, passionate, and frankly lustful ones. Well, and fleeting and timid ones you've already experienced.

 — Really, so many?! — Megan exclaimed.

 — Of course, and that's not even all I listed!

 — Tell me more, please! — Megan asked, not noticing she had switched to the informal 'you'.

 — Megan, it's impossible to describe in words, you have to feel it! Understand?!

 — How can I feel it?! Duke Woodstock has left on business, and what would he think! That I'm inept, yet I dare to try?!! — Megan exclaimed in despair.

 — Well, it's not entirely proper, of course, but you could practice with me. — Jane froze.

Hearing such a proposal, Megan fell into a state of mild shock, but since she very much wanted to impress the duke, she involuntarily began to consider this idea. And after reflecting that kisses with admirers would negatively affect her reputation, she concluded that Jane's offer was the optimal option. It was unlikely Jane would tell anyone about this experiment, and there was nothing particularly terrible about it.

 — Well, if it's really possible?! — Megan whispered excitedly.

 — Of course it's possible! I learned that way myself, only this is between us?! Alright?

 — Yes! — Megan laughed with relief, intrigued by her friend's confession.

 — Shall we begin? — Jane asked, barely containing her excitement.

 — What, right here and now?! — Megan was amazed.

 — And what, it's a very secluded spot. No one will see us here!

Jane carefully embraced Megan around the waist and, drawing closer, leaned towards her lips. Slowly and sensually, she began to kiss, tempting Megan's lips to part > Jane felt the trembling of the maiden's body, how it awakened and responded to the sensual call of desire. Megan couldn't understand anything; her head was spinning, inside she became like jelly; Jane's soft, skillful lips bestowed previously unknown sensations. She placed her