Words could not describe the reckless ecstasy that Lydia Bennett flew into upon hearing on the planned arrival of the regiment in Meryton. She flitted from romantic novel to romantic novel, desperately searching for all the manifold attractions of a man in regimentals. She dreamt of all the tender young gentlemen enamoured with her youth and beauty, which a lifetime of preference from her mother assured her that she had. A line of scarlett coats awaited the opportunity to declare violent and passionate love for her, while she delicately avoided entanglements. Even her vivid imagination could scarcely satisfy her expectations of pleasure. The only defect of the scheme was the absurd amount of time it would take for the regiment to arrive. Previous forms of entertainment lost all pleasure to Lydia as the dullest four weeks of her life passed away.

But pass away they did, and Lydia had her first encounter with the officers. Her aunt Phillips was essential to furthering her intimacy as she frequently invited some one or other officer to dine with her, and it was at one such dinner that Lydia became particularly aquainted with flirting. She had dressed with special care, as colonel Forster, a young, handsome, and undoubtedly amiable officer had been invited. She wore her corset unusually tight, to enhance the swell of her breasts, and her dress uncommonly low to show off said breasts.

As Lizzy and Jane were off staying with Bingley, a good enough sort of fellow, exceptiong his lack of commission, but not interesting enough to tempt Lydia, her Aunt Phillips felt comfortable letting the wine flow to her youngest nieces without reproach from the elder. The beginning of the evening passed well enough with not-so-innocent touches on the arm on her part, and not-so-subtle glances down the front of her dress on his part. There was much laughter and gaiety, and as the wine flowed, no one was of the mind to leave the party. As the evening progressed into the early hours of the morning, and everyone was too much in their cups to care for proprietary, and in fact, Mr. Phillips who was supposed to be a chaperone, was asleep in the parlour. The dashing colonel asked, with only a few drunken wobbles, if Lydia would give him the honour of walking about the room with him. A proper amount of eyelash batting and giggling ensued before she stuck out her chest for him to admire and agreed.

The colonel took her on a pitiful circuit of the room before pleading an overwhelming heat stroke and pulling Lydia out of the crowded common area and into an abandoned study. His disembodied voice came from the darkness right behind her, "That is much better! I felt quite faint in all that heat!" Lydia tried to sound tolerably unaffected by his closeness as she replied that was no surprising consequence of a night of drinking, but her excitement worked it's inevitable way into the conversation in the form on a high pitched giggle. His response was immediate, "Shhhh Liddie. Though we are not doing anything particularly forbidden, I fear if anyone finds us, I shall be construed as quite the villain." As he spoke, he came around and put his hand to her mouth to silence her. There was a moment of heavy silence as they stayed thus connected before he murmered, "This night of drinking shall lead me to dangerous roads if I do not leave immediately." Lydia admired his control as a gentleman, but ignored the fact that he did not follow his own advice.

He removed his hand, but immediately replaced it with his mouth. His kisses were wet and very warm, and to Lydia they tasted of wine and something stonger. His now free hand went to exploring the plains of the breasts that his eyes had memorized and forcefully pulled her dress down to expose them. His kisses strayed from her mouth down to her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, and eventually her breasts. He worked one nipple between his teeth and was pinching and rolling the other between the fingers of his hand. By that time another nervous giggle erupted from Lydia, which caused Colonel Forster to pause what he was doing. "Shhhh you must be quiet if we are to remain anonymous" he whispered against her nipple, but a low moan escaped her at the feeling on his stubble on her bare skin.

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"If you cannot be quiet, I will have to silence you," he said sternly. He placed both hands on her shoulers and pushed her to her knees in front of him. He wasted not a second in unfastening his breeches and pulling out his throbbing cock. He gave it a loving caress before presenting it to Lydia. She seemed nervous and unsure of what to do next, so he carefully rubbed the tip against her lips, which caused her to reflexively wet her lips with her tongue. The briefest of brushes against his hypersensitive dick sent a shock through Forster, and a single bead of cum dewed onto the tip of his sex. He couldn't resist any longer and pushed his dick into her mouth. "Now suck" he growled violently, grabbing her by the hair. He started frantically thrusting into her warm mouth, desperate to cum. He could see the tears in her eyes as he savagely pulled on her carefully coiffed locks. Her breasts were swinging wildy with every thrust and he longed to pinch them. His thrusts became erratic, and breathing jagged as he neared... he couldn't think... oh her... fuck. He clamped a hand on the back of her neck and came to her gagging on his dick. He wouldn't let go until he felt her swallow all of his seed, at which point he threw her backwards onto the floor. He noticed as she lay there that she had, at some point, lifted her skirts enough to play with herself, and was now gasping as her own pleasure took her.

With that, he threw his handkerchief at her, adjusted his pants, and left.