TAVINGTON THE PATRIOT class MA ADULTES
TARLENGTON's.. FORBIDDEN TALES, are erotic tales, following one another, or can be read independently ... context : American war of independence;...
My character: Wilton-Banastre TARLENGTON, is inspired by Banastre TARLETON, excellent officer of British dragoons, tough in his novators tactics of 'Total war' ; after war, very very quickly sent back to Great Britain, he began a deputy, general, annobled .. and died at 78 !...= not hated by hierarchy, nor dead at Cowpens ( ..Marion wasn't there ! Lol).. And nor red, or small : he was dark auburn, medium height, athlétic and handsome, womenizer, libertine , arrogant : one day said in society, he'd raped more women in america than no one !. after a bet that he would seduce her, he'd became the unfaithful and tumultuous lover of the famous Mary Robinson, during 15 years ! in 1797 They finished, after she discovered he had an affair with her proper girl !
...and the same year he married at 44 with Susan priscilla, a very rich girl, 20, whom been seduced in 3 weeks ( record in this time !)
in America, nicknamed "Boody Ban" or "Butcher",for his tactics, and reputation of cruelty, he inspired the character TAVINGTON, in movie THE PATRIOT;
my Tales make him tall, dark-haired, calculating and tough, as in the movie,
... but very libertine as the original Man (the movie ignore this, as if dragoons were monks ?.. not the case !) ...classified MA = just FOR ADULTS! ...
Disclaimer; I don't own Tavington, nor Tarleton..sniff !
N/A :first story in homage to Arsinoé de Blassenville, author of L'HÉRITIÈRE ; you will recognize some passages which belong to her and have inspired me...
CHARLESTOWN; May 1780
... a ray of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the room ...
Wilton-Banastre TARLENGTON of AIGHBURT FEZERKEY, Colonel of Green Dragoons of the 17th Regiment of the British Legion, was awakening, stretching languidly ...in a huge bed, one leg holding captive the pretty half-breed girl sleeping beside him -Absolutely Royal!- he thought After the discomfort of the siege of the city, to his great satisfaction, he and other officers had just been billeted in a fine mansion in Charlestown, along with twelve dragoons...housed in the hayloft of the stables. The majority of the men of the Legion remained at the huge canvas camp on the outskirts of town ...and himself was lounging, sinking into silky soft pillows!
Throwing back the sheet, he stood up, scratching his side..then came to face the large sculpted mirror. An eyebrow arched as he looked at himself, rubbing his chin, dreamy... Even naked, unshaven and with his hair loose, he looked aristocratic! ... he knew he was handsome, his lovers, women and men, had always said so ... and the mirror reflected an image, certainly ... satisfactory:
a face with virile but fine features, ..aquiline nose, square jaws, strong chin with a long dimple, always raised proudly. healthy teeth, full lips.. their subtle but ironic curve revealing his cynical and sensual nature. Beneath the eyebrows, arched in a naturally haughty expression, the most striking thing was his eyes :
...cold, piercing... the contrast of pale blue with dark and sharp prunella, made them hypnotic, unfathomable...and depending on the circumstances, bewitching... or inspiring fear, even terror ! impression reinforced by a severe vertical wrinkle between his eyes, and long dark hair, usually pulled back in low braid, giving him a tenebrous look.
His eyes lingered on his body: Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, powerful limbs. On his skin the scars of battle ... fortunately watchable now without failing. Turning a little, he saw his bouncing buttocks, firm rider's thighs, broad back muscles. Then returning to the front, hairy pectorals, a tight belly, and... his manly member, glorious! ... he patted it friendly, laughing inwardly-Your servant, ladies!-
All this earned him many amorous successes; and his appetite was great! His debauchery, notorious !.. known as a great lover of mature women, young or very young... Rumour even said that the colonel would not hesitate, in front of a handsome .. man ! ... However, this last point being forbidden, even if secretly practised, no one, would dared to speak of it, even his friends, Colonels JAMES or FELDON and Captain HANGER, who shared his evenings at the brothel. Nor Major BORDEN, his friend and second in command, who witnessed many things, including rapes during the raids; ...For TARLENGTON was feared for his taste for duelling, and a skill with saber, leaving the opponent at best mutilated... most often, dead.
But unanimously, from the most senior to the most modest soldier, all admired the bravery and audacity of the officer, some thinking him a kind of fearless warrior genius whose surprising initiatives allowed his lightning victories.
To his men he was tough but fair: sharing their lives in the field, training them to warrior perfection, always leading in battle, taking even more risks than they did ... unlike the general staff officers, staying on the hill, away from the bullets, or in the offices... In fact, he despised these backroom theorists ! on his advice, playing at being toy soldiers, while on their orders the men went to the slaughter, victims of their outdated tactics,
-Four days of rest !.. before resuming the raids intended to break resistance of the rebels.. Soon the horrors... which sealing that awful nickname: 'BLOODY BAN' ... well, a few days of good times, that's always good to take !- In good spirits, he leaned over the open window and looked out over the grounds of the mansion ... listening with delight to the birds in the early morning, lingering on the light mist that delicately curled around the mosses hanging from the branches of the centenary trees -Strange plants! Romantic and mysterious atmosphere - he slowly inhaled a breath of fresh air, stretched again, and saw his member still at 'attention'! Raising his eyes to the sky, he returned in direction to the bed, and pressed himself against the pretty half-breed girl who was sleeping with her legs open...
...Yesterday afternoon, arriving late in the day, the Green Dragoons of the 17th Regiment of the British Legion, had made very great impression on the population, during their long advance through the town...
.an extraordinary spectacle, and a warning to the rebels: beats of the drums, continuous pounding of a multitude of hooves, neighings of horses, clanking of the sabres hitting the saddles... the rhythmic roar of the parade of the large cavalry troop, hypnotised the crowd... Fascinated also by the sight of the enormous mass of horsemen with dragon helmets, so impressive in their uniforms with shining gold buttons... emerging endlessly from the golden dust of the setting sun. . . ... In the middle of the parade,
flanked by his second officers, rode the superb Colonel TARLENGTON, eerily famous under the nickname "BLOODY BAN"
...and whose icy air did not augur well... The inhabitants of Charlestown were also very worried about the installation of the dragons in their town: in other places, they had committed terrifying acts under his orders.
More joyfully, from the balconies of the brothels, girls of joy in petticoats and loose hair, delighted by this massive arrival of customers, were threwing their handkerchiefs, pushed each other while giggling, in showing their breasts or thighs, sending kisses to the riders who cast furtive glances at them, continuing their inexorable advance...
...Now the pretty half-breed girl was languidly lazing in the bed... and after this night of 'body madness', with an early morning resumption of 'hostilities', his loins were tired .. and his mind foggy..
Tarlengton looked at the bathtub, not emptied or removed the day before, for lack of access to the room...
he shivered as he stepped into the cold water, thinking with a smile of his bath with the pretty slave girl ...in Bringing more hot water, she never had come out of the bedroom :
After intense period of the siege of the city, he was in a great need of 'relaxation'... so, soaking since quite some time, in asking to himself where could be the most nearer brothel of the town ...he had seen this beautiful half-breed slave Dounia, carrying two buckets of steaming water and pouring them into the bath,
.. arriving like a 'gift from Gods' !
he had detailed her in concupiscious silence - caramel skin, bouncing buttocks and breasts, pretty face, absolutely Adorable! Very capable of satisfying me without going to the brothel tonight- as introduction, he had asked her to soap his back...
... This, quickly done... "In front, now pretty flower!" he asked, with a light kiss on her little hand but with malicious look on his face, and sending his other hand directly to her buttocks! ... which made her giggle! ...she was soaping him up carefully, thinking -what a very handsome man !-,
himself, eyes half closed, gazing her breasts sway in her blouse... when she stopped in the water on a 'big and stiff obstacle', he was so amused by her shocked expression and then her childish laughter! ... Grabbing her waist with one arm, he had pulled her closer, his free hand quickly untying the apron and dress of the cutie, who giggled and wriggled, as he nibbled on the tips of her breasts.. poking at her crotch softly.. then pulled her on top of him in the tub... What followed... had cause a small tidal wave, flooding the floor...
.He had loved her late into the night, and so, had slept little as always in this case.. hence this cold bath, which he hoped would clarified his mind... He groomed himself, very carefully as always... His coquetry always surprised his men; some compared him to a 'beaver', given his strange habit of bathing even in a simple stream or in the cold!
Shaved, hair braided, he'd dressed, put on his boots, belts, badges and saber. Then, finding himself perfect, he sent a carnivorous smile to the mirror , before stepping out with a firm step, making his spurs sound in the upstairs corridor...
In the Kitchen, it sounded like a Parakeet Colony! ...The girls in the house were in raving about the Colonel's dashing appearance, and some of the officers!
The housekeeper, Mrs. POODLE, 60 years old, looked very afflicted, feeling she would have a lot of trouble watching all these young geese! ..She had absolutely no confidence in the Colonel's "gentlemanly" side... on the contrary! As soon as he entered the hall, the man had given her cold in her shoulders:
- So handsome.. perfect in his uniform; chin up with haughty arrogance! Those pale, hard eyes, so cold ... predatory! methodically going over all the occupants of the house, one after the other.. without a word or a smile .. appraising look lingering on the women, as if undressing them ... before moving forward for an elegant kiss on the back of their hand, with this slight smile, so ... ironic! - she thought -Yes, that smile was ironic! Polite mask of a Black soul ... and this reputation as a ruthless, debauched man? ...Satan is perfectly beautiful, of course!... this is the WOLF IN THE BERGERY !- ever since these terrifying ideas had came into Mrs Poodle's mind, she was in a kind of anticipatory trance...
MARY the eldest, 22, blonde and beautiful as her mother, but the childish, romantic and artist of the family, enthusiastically said "he is the youngest son of a very high British family!"
"So why here?! he should stay to his castle" growled NOUNOU, the African cook girl, in brandishing a threatening ladle!
"In the Aristocracy, the eldest inherits, the second goes to the army, the third goes to religion!" grumbled Mrs Poodle .. more scowling than ever, at this obvious interest in the damned Colonel !
and in giving a dry slap, SARAH's hand, pretty 20 years brunette, the intellectual of the family, who, again, had just piqued another apple wedge from this damned pie she was having such a hard time topping !
The girl nibbled on her stolen apple wedge "Fourth and fifth boys do what?" "Like we did with your father! They emigrate and adapt to their new life" said Mrs STILLER, the mother, carefully peeling another apple;
Sarah, holding her dress in ridiculous curtsy, little fingers raised, declaimed with theatrical emphasis: "O My Lord, O so Noble Colonel! will you do us the honour of tasting our so infamous and rustic colonial cuisine?" Mary, seeing the 'New Man of her Dreams' mocked, became irritated: "Stop it, stupid! If he hears you he will surely get angry... I think he is so handsome! He looks like a prince!" dreamy and smiling, she rolled a long blonde curl ... imagining herself already in a white dress in front of the reverend, on the arm of the handsome colonel ... "HI GIRLS!" ...Arriving in a hurry by the cellar door, straw in her hair "Bah,..me I say.. he's SACREDLY cute ! quite The MAN.. grrr !" laughed redheaded GEORGIA, 18 years, the always scandalous, and sporty horsegirl of the family. -What rude manners! A tomboy, as ever!" in thoughts Mrs. Poodle, tearing her hair out... how was she going to do it?
descending the grand staircase, TARLENGTON had heard these "little parakets's cacklings" ..and especially the last remark... he smiled. Hearing the thud of boots and tinkle of spurs, the women had already fallen silent by the time he reached the kitchen, and now, were staring at him in such silence that one could hear a fly ...
He Bowed, "Ladies," said in a very masculine but so distinguished voice; then straightened up, gorgeous in his uniform, with the shadow of a smile ...
and once more, Mrs. Poodle seen this arrogant predatory gaze, she so disliked !
-he gazes at all women,... looked at Georgia directly at breasts! giving her a lascivious pout ! ..such disrespect? ..And the young goose smiled back at him! ..Everything is to be feared!-
She also noticed that he had blinked when he saw Mrs. Stiller, before he came and bowed to her, raising her slender hand to place a kiss on it. -he stays there much longer than proper politeness! staring insistently into Lady Stiller's eyes, ..who blushed like a young girl !- Mrs. Poodle was absolutely furious: -not a gentleman, ah! but not at all !-
Tarlengton felt a lottle pang of sorrow in his heart, or in belly, he could not tell.. when he saw the Mistress of 'Stiller Manor' in the daytime: -quite a fairy ! haloed in the morning light... sun caressing her so blond hair, just lifted up by that simple black ribbon... rare beauty ! -
Widow for 3 years, she was in her 40s; her dark dress contrasted with her white skin and sad blue eyes... one felt that she was carrying alone the heavy role of head of the family; -grace, simple manners and good style: a real lady, certainly! ...In this country of 'new richs' or 'wild peasants', what a breath of fresh air!- He walked towards her to pay his respects, raising her délicate hand for a prolonged kiss, gazing into the large eyes hemmed with long lashes... Inwardly he smiled, seeing his hostess's face turning deliciously pink, the slight trembling of her lip and delicate hand -hm, sensitive to my charm, that's obvious ! ... she will be mine before two days .. and willingly- ..He was ready to bet on this;
...Sensing a presence close by, he turned to his left: , the rigid and puritanical governess in a black dress and white cap, was staring at him, without the slightest hint of a smile!...reminding him, uncomfortably, of his old nanny, MumNanny, when she intended to lock him in the linen cupboard if he was too unruly, ... which in fact happened very often !
Mrs. Stiller, for her part ,
.troubled by that bewitching look on her, the prolonged touch of this gorgeous male's warm hand, was suddenly hot, ..and blushed ! :
...A good part of the night, she had perceived coming from the colonel's room, just next to hers, the sounds of passionate lovemaking, from bed martyred by the sport of the vigorous officer! ..Dounia's moans...
a heat reaching her own belly, stirring her, -so long as I have known this!- to finish, She herself, stretched out her ear to hear the man's sighs... At this memory, her throat tightened! She blushed even more, and confused, hastened to invite the colonel to follow her into the dining room.
Greeting TArlengton and Mrs Stiller,the other officers were joining them; Through the open windows, one could hear from the courtyard the hubbub of the dragoons rejoicing over the good meal that the slaves were putting on the tables...
In the dining room Mrs Stiller presided over the table; two slaves served. On her right, she had placed Colonel TARLENGTON as guest of honour, followed by Major BORDEN, his second in command; then Captain WILLINS, ...and two lieutenants whose names she could not remember.
On her left, were Colonels JAMES and FELDON, Captain HANGER, then, her three Daughters, mute, observing with large curious eyes the officers ... especially this so handsome colonel, sitting opposite, not far away,
Who, for his part, contemplated from the corner of his eye the lot of beautiful young ladies, imagining with shadow of a smile, all sorts of refined pleasures, for them to discover...
-But for this time being, my Target is that So Desirable Mrs. Stiller!- to whom he was now devoting all his attention.. giving her devastating glances,.. lowering his voice when he spoke to her, so that she had to come closer to him to understand.
Georgia, redheaded horsegirl, was watching the handsome officer and her mother: -Clearly disturbed, Mum is talking more than usual ! ..with that unfamiliar look in her eyes, like submissive ? ..Logical: he is so handsome and strong !..That firm, virile voice, that distinguished accent ! his sensual, hushed tone, so disturbing, so..- She was drawn out of her blissful contemplation by an officer who had just coughed, on opposite side , not far of her! she blushed, nervously poking her napkin with her fork . . .
Major Borden, accustomed to the effect the colonel had on women, had observed her.. and as a libertine very much amused by the situation, had allowed himself to tease her ! -Ah! how amusing this stay is going to be- he said to himself.
Glancing at the colonel, he assessed the evolution of situation as a fine strategist: -Tarlengton is besieging citadel and will not cease until she surrenders her arms!-
at the end of the meal, intoxicated by the wine regularly served by a Machiavellian Tarlengton, ... all in her care, with such delicious and enveloping gallantry ... the beautiful Mrs Stiller did not know any more if she was drunk, or totally seduced by the Colonel, with his gazes could make a nun damn herself!
Under the pretext of the ambient noise disturbing their conversation, he had moved his chair closer !... Now, he was right next to her!
who could smell his warmth, his smell of a well-groomed man, sandalwood, leather belts... .a touch of horse too on the wool of the uniform fascinated by the pale eyes sending obvious messages of desire... She had never felt so coveted! It disturbed her to the core, making her full of daring thoughts... Sometimes, to try to regain her composure, she would look only at his square chin... seeing then the long dimple -so irresistible!- and as if he guessed it, she would see the Colonel's beautiful lips stretching into a slight smile!...so, She imagined those lips... on her neck, nibbling her breasts,
and shivered ..waving her fan to keep control of something!...
When dessert was served, clinking her glass for attention . . .
"Gentlemen, in your honour, I shall give a ball in eight days! All the good society of the city will be present! It will be an opportunity for you to get to know the notables."
She was greeted by the enthusiastic approval of her guests! !
"Dancing helps you to get to know each other better, doesn't it, Colonel?" she said to Tarlengton, graceful and smiling
He smiled at her, enigmatically with a quick arched eyebrow "Oh, there are other ways" Mrs Stiller gasped !
...Under the table, a large warm hand was softly squeezing her knee! With a detached air and a mischievous smile on his lips, the colonel spoke to her of rain or shine... in any case, she could hear nothing! Shocked and deliciously shivering, she didn't know what to do -this Such soft touch!-
Tarlengton, as an experienced libertine, understood that she would not resist; so he leaned over the table, as if totally enthralled by Feldon's conversation, and continued to converse with him, ... his hand secretly and slowly going up the silk petticoats... wandering thus in a sensual caress over the silky skin of the thigh...
Mrs. Stiller, her eyes blurred, said nothing as absent, short of breath, hypnotized by the colonel's handsome profile, who always seemed to be drinking in Feldon's words. Gradually, he moved up the soft thigh to the silky fleece... arriving at the strategic point, he skilfully caressed the pearl of his beautiful neighbour.. observing from the corner of his eye the trembling of the lips, the little hand discreetly scratching the embroidered tablecloth... Stunned and disconcerted, their hostess could not and would not react ; She did not move, acting as if nothing had happened, Only her rapid breathing and blurred eyes could reveal anything... She managed not to scream when the orgasm broke out, twistingt deliciously her crotch..
Tarlengton felt his hand wet... He straightened up, wiped himself discreetly in the embroidered tablecloth, then raising his glass, looking more distinguished than ever "What delicious things at your table, Madam," he said, his voice silky and his eye naughty;
From the wet, soft look she had on him, he knew she would be his today ... he himself could honoured her immediately directly on the table, if they had been alone!
"YES, MADAME, THIS BALL IDEA IS EXCELLENT!" said Colonel JAMES, raising his voice to be heard in the middle of the conversation, and repeating himself for the second time, ..blaming Mrs. Stiller's obvious inattention on the wine "OF COURSE, WE SHALL BE DELIGHTED TO ATTEND!"
Borden, who had understood Tarlengton's manoeuvres, raised his eyes to the sky, thinking useful to create a diversion: "after this good meal,.. a good game of cards my lords ?
The idea was greeted with enthusiasm by all !
Mrs Stiller took leave of her guests, saying that she was going to rest, and the slaves would serve the liquors in the lounge;
... Tarlengton was enjoying a porto, in a superb sofa.
Borden took a glass and sat down next to him "interesting holiday, isn't it? Our stay will be very pleasant I think!
They smiled at each other, clinking their glasses "Certainly!...and we are not at the end of our surprises" said the colonel dreamy ... suddenly he emptied his glass at once, put it on the pedestal table and stood up "Good luck at the game Borden. I'm going to take a nap .!"
Left alone on the sofa, the Major watched him go to stairs with conquering step... he took another drink, thinking to himself that he had not wasted any time!
An hour later, in the corridor leading to the bedrooms, "Haaaaaa!" -A long female moan ?- Sarah stopped, a listening ear : bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom.! -What ?- bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom.! A steady thud seemed to come from her mother's room -but ! What's going on ?- bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom! bom!bom!bom!bom!bom!bom!bom!bom! Another heart-rending wail ! -Is Mama sick ? does she appeal for help ?!- During the meal she had thought she was about to collapse at one point... She rushed in without knocking, and there, speechless in half-light..and same sounds of bangings and groanings .. she saw on the bed,
- Mum naked? ..Under a man ..naked too?!...-
He was sucking her nipple, his hands pressing her mother's wrists to the pillow, like if she was his captive! ..Mum's legs were gripping the waist of the muscular man with braided black hair.. insisting furiously on her, thrusting in her in a rhythm so powerful that the headboard hited the wall! Sarah knew immediately what it was all about, having seen stallions on mares.
-Oh my God ! he's grabbing Mom's legs and lifting them up! -
Placing them on her shoulders, he pushed the big member pointing of his belly,, pinning her to the bed as he plunged again into her,
..who moaned, squirmed, arched under him, nails clenched in the muscles of this broad back, sweaty ... the man's hoarse sigh "Gorgeous! You're so hot. Aah God!" with a deep sigh of ecstasy he tipped his head back...
- COLONEL TARLENGTON !- Wide-eyed, Sarah kept her hand over her mouth...
But couldn't leave .. mesmerized -it was so.. so..- ...she couldn't find the words !
and stayed there behind the door's curtain, feeling her own crotch became warm.
Now The noise of the bed was getting so fast ! ..colonel's breaths became more and more hoarse ! ..Mother's little cries getting higher and higher ! Suddenly, back arched under him, she mewed "Ooh My God! ...Colonel, I..I'm coming!"
and the noise stopped. The colonel also spasmed violently, gasped with a low animal growl... and then dropped onto her, pressing her as if to melt into her.
Something twisted in Sarah's belly! .. she leaned against the wall, petrified by the sensation... and the sight of the two lovers still entwined in passion,
clinging to each other, exchanging kisses mixed with sighs as they tried to catch their breath.
Like a tiny mouse, she crept back; silently closed the door and tiptoed away; when she reached her room, she locked herself in, trembling with emotion, and sat on her bed, frozen for a very long moment.
Further down the corridor, the noise in the wall had just resumed... regular, throbbing bom!.. bom!.. bom!.. bom.! She pressed her hand between her thighs...
to be continued...