Notes:

Remember, I utilize modern dialog for sensual scenes.
Warning: the following contains explicit language.

Letter in hand, Ben stormed down the stairs to locate Enoch to courier it.

"Miss. Kaylee, you have a visitor." Mattie called up the stairs as Ben passed.

On his way out, he glanced into the parlor spotting an elegantly dressed man, who appeared to be in his late forties.

Outside, Ben met Amy on her way in. "Good day, Mrs. Fabray."

"Good morrow, Major Tallmadge. I see you are on your way out and that Mr. Dorchester's coach is in our drive. I hope you had the opportunity to meet him."

Dorchester; the surname reeked of England. "No, I am sorry to say I did not. I am working at the moment, thus not granting me the time to greet social acquaintances," Ben replied, eagerly trying to make his way around the pregnant woman blocking his path.

Amy's smile reeked of malicious intent. "Oh, that is a dear shame. I would thought you would like to meet Kaylee's fiance."

Ben almost froze. Catching his emotional mistake, he kept his head high and strolled down the steps. It was a trap. Amy was purposely trying to conjure a reaction. He swallowed hard, venom churning in his stomach. Kaylee had claimed she was free, not promised. What else had the little sly vixen deceived him about?

"Ah!" Amy shrieked from behind.

Ben turned just in time to sprint up the steps and catch her fall.

"Mattie!" Ben summoned. "It is alright, Mrs. Fabray. I have you." He knew it was the baby and although he disliked Amy, he did not want to see the woman lose her child. He carried her inside her bedroom and laid her in the care of a prepared Mattie.

"What is wrong?" Kaylee cried, rushing in and dropping to her knees beside Amy.

"She has been hurting for days now. I was expecting this," Mattie replied, placing Amy's head under a pillow. "Kaylee send for the midwife."

Kaylee darted out the door, cheeks flushed with worry.

Ben escorted a peeking Mr. Dorchester from Amy's bedroom.

"Major Tallmadge, how pleased I am to make your acquaintance," the slightly balding man greeted, extending a hand.

Ben accepted cordially, embracing the older man's competitiveness grip. So he knew. He knew he wanted Kaylee and was raring to fight for her. Ben matched the man's bellicose grasp, surpassing, conquering the masculinity match. Kaylee was his now and he was not going to give her up without a fight.

"Likewise," Ben replied in a cool tone, his voice never wavering.

The men released hands, but their eyes remained in combat. Dorchester was arrogant or just plain stupid. Ben could take him any day and his cocksure expression emphasized it.

Confirming Ben's perception of the battle, Dorchester nodded and took his leave. "I shall call upon Miss. Kaylee again SOON."

Amy had been ordered by the midwife to take to her bed until the baby came. She had said her cervix had opened from lifting too much, and if she went into labor now, the infant would not survive.

Amy's confinement placed more burden on Mattie and Kaylee. Kaylee thought it awful to admit, but she liked the freedom it allowed her. She came and went as she pleased now. She dressed and wore how hair how she wanted to.

Ben had took dinner at the tavern, disinclined to look upon Kaylee's face, but after a few tankards of strong ale, he found himself standing in her doorway, not drunk but tipsy with jealousy. She was sitting in bed, reading by candlelight.

"Why do you hide things from me, Kaylee?" he asked pacing in front of her bed. He wore only pants and a baggy shirt, his boots left behind in his room.

Fear lacing her voice, she asked, "I do not know what you mean."

He stopped in his tracks, cocking a brow. "Dorchester."

"What about him?" she beamed innocently.

"He is your intended, is he not?" he slithered, his eyes stalking her like prey. He coiled his fists. The thought of that old bastard touching his Kaylee sickened his stomach to churn.

She giggled, coming to her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed. "No! What made you conjure such a ludicrous idea?"

Innocence gleamed her honest. Or at least she thought she was being honest. It was obvious she had no idea what her brother had planned for her. He fell to the bed, flattening her to the mattress, and toppling her.

"Kaylee.." he murmured, branding her mouth with urgency. With each thrust of his tongue, his thirst for her increased to the point of unbearable pain. He sank down her neck to her chest, groping, kissing, fondling her breasts, purring with passion.

Heart pounding with desire, emotions fluttering, she threw her head back allowing him to peel her shift from her body. Her entire body flinched when he set into her nipples. "Ben!" she whimpered, bashful modest oozing from her cry.

A few erotically appeasing moments of licking, sucking, and chewing, she moaned with bliss. She looked down upon him, the candle and hearth allowing flashes of Ben frantically mesmerizing her breasts. He sucked, kissed, nipped with such vigor, her womb seared, juices drenching. "Ben," she purred with delight, caressing his hair. She could feel his lust, hard and beckoning between her legs. He wanted something, needed something, something that Catherine wanted to give him. "Do you want to put it inside me?"

He drew to her neck, kissing a trail to her ear. "Yes, God yes."

"You can," she cooed.

He stopped his shower of love and peered in her reflection. "Are you sure?"

"I want to," she replied, arching her hips, rubbing against him, stimulating his mass, enticing him to fill her.

He tugged his shirt over his head, kissed her, and then freed himself from his trousers. Too demure to look below, her eyes focused on his sinewy chest rippled with muscles. He was magnificent, utterly breathtaking.

"It is going to sting. I will be gentle as possible," he warned, spending time on her neck before creeping up her thighs. Pleased to find her wet and welcoming, he thrust a finger inside of her, purring, relishing the luxury of her velvet against his flesh. She moaned as soon as his flesh caressed her. He dipped his finger in and out, widening her, spreading her moisture in hopes of easing some of the ache his driving cock would render. She was completely relaxed for him, making it clear she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Encouraged, he placed the tip of his shaft to her entrance and rubbed, mingling his seeping pre-cum with her nectar. Now completely slick and thriving, he pried the head into her folds and began to gently insert. Immediately, she bucked against the painful invasion, her entire body tense. Feeling her clench her inner muscles, he inspired her to stop resisting, "relax for me, lamb."

Having to utilize force, he wedged himself deeper. Whining, Kaylee writhered beneath him, squirming her hips trying to free herself from the piercing pain.

Ben snared her hips with one hand and with the other, he shoved the head of his cock deeper. "Shh...baby…You are making this worse than it has to be," he scolded her for her insistent whimpering and wiggling.

Holding her placid, he wedged his cock into her entrance, prying her virginal walls apart. Fuck, his mind cursed. She was smaller than he perceived and the only way to get himself inside her was going to take more force than he wanted to render.

"It hurts!" she lamented, throwing her fists into his chest, unintentionally.

Damn, he had not even greeted her sheath yet and already she was behaving as if he was slicing her into. She wailed beneath him, writhing, clenching her intimate muscles fighting him. He seized her hands and pinned them above her head. His hips motionless, granting her time to adjust to his size, he captured her mouth, burying his tongue inside to smother her cries before someone else in the house heard her.

Not able to within his thickness and in fear of tearing, she tore away from his mouth, breathing frantically, whining.

"Shh..It will pass. Try to relax yourself for me." If she continued to constrict, he worried he would end up accidentally ripping her.

Catching her breath, she stopped thrashing her head, and he felt her widen her legs. He took this as his cue to penetrate her a half inch deeper.

"You are hurting me, Ben!" she hissed into his mouth.

He hushed her again, digging deeper, finally meeting her virginal barrier. She felt him shiver violently, not understanding that he was desperately fighting not to lose control on top of her. She had no idea the physically torment her suffocating feminine muscles were causing him. Like a vise, she was clamped around him, tempting him, mentally, physically, threatening to milk every drop of his lust. The suffering unbearable, especially after such a lengthy period of abstinence, it took every ounce of strength in him not to ram himself deep inside her belly and fuck her raw.

"Stop it, please stop!" With this plea, tears welled in her eyes. He withdrew on order and lowered himself against her body, holding his body weight on a forearm.

"Kaylee.." he whimpered with aching agony glazing his voice. Being so close to her and no being able to be inside of her was killing him.

She accepted his tongue deep, felt his muscles rippling, his hands stroking himself, jarring the bed.

"What are you doing?" she whined, naively bewildered by his actions and a bit fearful of his bearish demeanor.

"Just kiss me, baby…" he begged, mauling into her mouth, the ferociousness in his kiss frightening her.

Alarmed, she froze beneath him. A few seconds later, she realized he was fucking himself while worshiping her body. He groaned, breaking their kiss, and leeched into her neck, squirting his essence between her legs.

"Oh..." she whispered, his searing cream now seeping down into her folds, generating her cunt to swelter. The act arousing her despite the ache between her legs.

"I am sorry. I will clean you." He reached for his shirt and started wiping her with tender care.

"Is that what initiates babies?"

He chuckled. It had been some time since he had had a virgin beneath him and this one was oozing of curiosity. "Yes, but only if I release it inside you and you are potent." He suddenly bit his lip and inhaled a sharp breath. With the gleam of the fire, he was able to see her cunt for the first time. Her little mound was lightly hair like that of a child's and dainty. She was blessed with a rosy pink seam and beautifully tight lips. Nature overcoming senses, he inhaled, engulfing the lush scent of a woman, not a child, signifying she was ripe and ready to be fucked. He licked his lips, wetting them, mouth watering. He could almost taste her honeypot melting against his tongue.

"Whats wrong?" she cooed softly, noticing his erratic change. That wench Catherine was right. Ben needed something she could not give him. Was he now thinking what she was thinking?

For a second, he contemplated trying to convince her to allow him to orally devour her, but one glance into her meek reflection, he knew she would let modesty prevail and deny his vulgar request. Virgins felt amazing, but they were not always much fun. He closed her legs and said, "nothing, you are just exquisite." He wrapped his shirt into a ball and pecked her on the forehead, too much a gentleman to push her. It was going to happen, just not tonight. "Goodnight, lamb."

Notes:

I have written Kaylee naive regarding sex. Many women were this mentally innocent back in the day. My great grandmother said it was a sin to say the word "pregnant" and she actually thought kissing with an open mouth could get a woman with child during her youthful years.