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Shopping Trip	By : DreamyQueen Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 1065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not profit from this story financially. I do not own Damon Vassiere or Agnamon. I do own Charles and his unnamed mistress.

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Today Damon was gazing, not at bolts of fine cloth, but at a young woman; a woman who had been glancing at him for the past half hour. She was exquisite in a delicate way, with fiery red curls that bounced around her large pale blue eyes, and ivory skin as smooth as porcelain. She was also being closely followed by an elderly retainer who glared endlessly about at the men who by chance or choice laid eyes on her. The low cut of her bodice revealed large full breasts that rose slightly with each intake of breath. Every time she leaned down to more closely inspect a roll of cloth, which was quite often, it seemed a miracle her soft flesh remained in its revealing prison.
Though he felt the familiar ache in his loins, Damon’s face revealed only a hint of his desire as he idly continued to peruse the shop. Every so often, his silvery grey eyes would pause on her. Her own desire was revealed by the way she would openly focus her attention anywhere but on him. At one point, he caught her gaze and she gave him a coy smile that sent his blood coursing away from his brain to pool in lower regions. He was just considering how best to slip away with her when she saved him the trouble.
“Charles.” Her voice was as sweet as her looks, but held that obnoxious tone Damon hated. It was a tone nobles often took with those they considered worth less than themselves.
“Yes mistress?” Charles’ voice revealed his tired state. No doubt the old servant had been trailing after his young mistress all day.
“Where is my coin purse?”
“Mistress, you are carrying it,” he seemed to fluster a bit as he weakly added, “are you not?”
“I would not ask for it if I was carrying it.” Damon stifled his mirth as he continued to pretend not to notice the two of them. He had seen her only a minute ago tuck the little velvet bag under a bit of scrap cloth. She gave a theatrical sigh as of one who is trying very hard to be patient. “Go back to the bakery. I’m sure I had it there. Retrace our steps until you find it. I will wait for you at the fountain in the park.”
Though obviously distressed by this, the old man could do nothing but bow his head dejectedly. “Yes mistress.” He set off looking miserable. The baker was at least fifteen minutes brisk walking in the direction opposite the park.
As soon as he was out the door, she retrieved her purse with a suppressed chuckle and feigned surprise. “Oh, there it is.” She went around to another aisle glancing at the cloth for barely a moment before turning for the door. Her path from the new aisle took her directly past Damon, who continued to feign his attention lay on the bolts of cloth. As she swept daintily past him, the top of her head barely came even with his shoulder, her fingers brushed against the back of his hand, seemingly by accident. “Your pardon sir.” She murmured softly glancing up at him directly for the first time. Silently, Damon stepped aside allowing the heat building in his loins to show in his gaze. Her perfume remained behind as she departed, its scent faint and alluring.
A minute later Damon was casually walking out the door. He caught sight of her immediately. She was a little ways down the street and giving a very icy rebuff to some young dandy who wore a sword so gilded he could not possibly have made use of it in a serious fight. Leaving the young man flushing in embarrassment, she turned down a side street. Damon was closing the distance between them with an easy stride. By the time she had, seemingly by accident, wandered into a narrow alley looking puzzled, he was only a step behind her. “Are you lost my lovely lady?” His pants began to feel just a bit uncomfortably tight as she turned to face him.
Startled at first, her features relaxed quickly into a flirtatious smile as she recognized him. “No sir, I have found exactly what I was looking for.” He continued forward diminishing the distance between them. “You’re voice startled me. I was not expecting it to be so…dark.” Heat rose in her gaze as she stared up at him through long fiery lashes.
“Life is full of unexpected things.” With a finger, he traced the line of her bodice across the creamy swell of her breasts.
“True sir, true.” He leaned in closer putting a hand to the wall on either side of her, trapping her. Before he could steal a kiss from her ruby lips, he felt the lacings of his pants loosen. Small delicate fingers stroked his shaft knowingly. Damon’s gasp was one of pleasure as she squeezed him encouragingly and slid his flesh out of its confines. Mischief sparkled in her blue eyes. “If I have learned anything in my sixteen summers, it is that life holds a great many surprises.” She chuckled softly as his eyes widened in shock. In silent disbelief he mouthed the word “sixteen.” “You look surprised sir…” Laughter sparkled in her eyes, stretched her scarlet stained mouth into an amused grin. She gave his length a firm squeeze making it twitch with urgency. “How old did you take me to be?”
“Eighteen…” Damon groaned in reply as her clever fingers teased his flesh. “Twenty.” He could stifle his disbelief no more than he could contain his lust. “Sixteen?” He asked, feeling a little light headed. She nodded, delighting in his conflicted desire. Too young to legally consent, but he wanted her no less. Indeed, he wanted her more as she took a slow deep breath, her breasts threatening to burst the tight laces of her bodice.
“Sixteen.” She exhaled the word, taunting him. Damon groaned loudly.
“Fuck it.” He almost snarled as his will broke and he lowered his head to nip at her pale neck. She gave a delighted moan continuing to stroke his shaft while her other hand began to lift her heavy skirts.
Her hot breath tickled past his hear as she whispered in a sweet husky tone. “What a good thing it is, I chose not to wear any undergarments today.” A merry little squeal followed those words as Damon’s hands moved swiftly to verify the fact. With his left, he raised the front of her skirt exposing her ivory hips. His right hand found a thatch of silken strawberry curls damp with desire. She gasped as his fingers slid easily in, her slick heat making his cock ache and throb. Sighing lustily, she tightened around his probing digits. A drop slid down his palm; she was literally dripping with desire. With a haste that made her cry out plaintively, he withdrew. Before he could act, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted a leg high, her thigh pressing against his hip as she slid the eager head of his cock into her body. Startled, almost painfully aroused by her ardor, Damon caught hold of her ass through her skirts helping her impale herself on his shaft. He stumbled back, carried by her force, and kept his feet only because his back came up against the opposite wall of the alley.
“Owch!” For a moment, Damon puzzled; that had been too delayed a response to have been caused by him. “My knee…” She murmured. His gaze followed her own; she had scraped her knee against the rough bricks. Blood welled up from the abrasion.
Damon chuckled as he slipped an arm under her knee, hoisting her leg higher. “You’re fine.” Her other leg remained extended, the toe of her shoe brushing the ground; she was almost too tight as he began to thrust deeply, burying his full length in her, pleased she could take it so easily.
Her thighs gripped him tightly as she began to ride him hard. Panting lustily, Damon accelerated his already eager pace trying to find her limits. She cried out softly with each thrust, every time begging him for more. Damon forgot how young she was, forgot everything except how tightly her secret muscles gripped his shaft, tugged him deeper into her wet velvet heat. Moaning low in his throat, Damon moved to put her back against the wall, half supporting her with one hand on her ass while his other hand plunged into her bodice to squeeze her breast before drawing it out. A luscious pink nipple stood erect upon the pale mound of soft skin. Damon brought his mouth down against her flesh, his tongue teasing the sensitive nub as he began to suck on it. Between lusty moans she begged him louder for more, half ordered him not to be gentle. Ever the “gentleman”, Damon gladly obliged her. He threw all the power of his strong body behind each thrust plunging himself hard and deep while his teeth grazed roughly over her nipple. Her sharp cry echoed back in the narrow alley drawing attention from the street.
Damon cursed under her breath. He didn’t want to be interrupted, but there was no hushing her. Pleasure throbbed through his member as he realized she cared even less than he did about being caught. Her body tightened further, her thighs pressing against his sides, drawing him deeper, making him groan in ecstasy. “I do so enjoy…oooh-older men…” She whispered, flicking the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his ear. ‘She knows I don’t like her being so young…’ The thought struck him suddenly and was immediately confirmed as though she could read his mind. “Especially men who, aaah, think I’m toooooo, young.” Her soft low moans made his cock throb and he resumed his rapid rhythm, thrusting harder, burying his length to the base. Flesh slapped repeatedly against flesh as tension built hotly between them. He caught her sharp intake of breath an instant before she went stiff, her body clenching tightly as she cried out in pleasure. Her ecstasy triggered his own and he thrust deeply as his seed spilled inside her body. Moaning softly in relief, she rested her head on his shoulder as he finished with a few more lingering thrusts.
With the tension dissipating from his body, Damon lifted her off his satisfied member and set her on her feet. The slick evidence of his passion ran down her inner thigh as her skirts settled. After tucking her breasts back in, she pulled a silk handkerchief from her bodice to wipe away the wetness between her legs, then tossed it away. Watching the air of indifference with which she did this amused and aroused Damon as he tucked himself back in.
“Will you escort me to the park sir?” She had a winsome smile. If not for the rich warmth of his own afterglow, Damon would have sworn she was a maiden of purest virtue.
“Of course.” He held his arm to her, which she took in her dainty hands. “After all, a maiden must be carefully guarded.” At that, they both laughed, their steps echoing in the narrow confines of the alley as they set off.
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