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The Borgias S3E10
Ch 8 Where Angels Reside
Cesare's kisses were as sweet as ever, and hungry, as well; each kiss upon Lucrezia's beauteous body was infused with a certain reticence as he searched her eyes for even a hint of discomfort or the desire to stop—hard to do as Lucrezia kept them squeezed tight through her little mewlings of ecstasy.
Cesare and Micheletto were both more than gentle with her; where Cesare's kisses were familiar and easy for him, Micheletto's were reverent and halting—to begin with. With the guidance and grasp of Lucrezia's yearning hands upon him, Micheletto's raw and savage passions were slowly loosed upon her and his inhibitions melted away; both men then began the feverish endeavor of freeing themselves from their clothing in order to marry their own exquisite nakedness with Lucrezia's.
Lucrezia's own anticipation of the unknown territory they were all about to embark upon blotted out those actual moments and melded into the one where they were all finally skin to skin underneath her modest cotton sheets, well-suited to the climate of their new tropical home. Behind her Cesare had grown hard and ready and she felt the sensual nudge of his hips against her before he slid down to seek out and claim her fully; before her, Micheletto's kisses had traveled to the alabaster valley between her wondrous breasts as his outer leg drew up to caress her own hips and take loving possession of her.
The combined and insistent attentions of her two men became overwhelming; as if she was a woman drowning in a vast and churning sea, Lucrezia struggled to find her breath, and came up from between them, gasping for air and necessary deliverance; Micheletto loosened his grip upon her immediately, alarmed and worried that the poor girl was too traumatized to go on; Cesare, only seconds away from going to the truest home he ever knew, groaned his disappointment as she escaped his reach.
"Lucrezia, I'm sorry...you do not want this..." Micheletto apologized immediately.
"Lucrezia?" It was Cesare's concern that issued softly at her next.
"I'm sorry...this pleasure...I have no words for it...I do not think that I am capable of surviving more, my loves..."
"Shall I take it to mean that you would like to, my love?" From Cesare, before he gave a sweet kiss to her shoulder, afraid deep down that was not actually the case, and secretly resigning himself to it as he tried not look crestfallen.
"Or that you would like for us to stop?" From Micheletto, who had already resigned himself to the obvious, as well.
"Micheletto...you said that the kiss between you and Cesare in Santo Domingo was your last—did you mean forever?" Lucrezia asked him sheepishly as she busied herself with sitting up between them and covering her nakedness with her portion of the sheet.
Accustomed by then to both of the siblings' penchant for the abrupt change in conversation, Micheletto followed her easily. "No. I meant only that it was the last time that we kissed in all of these months. I do not, at all, wish for that to remain the case, however."
Lucrezia looked up to meet his amused gaze and found Micheletto's version of a smile directed at her. "Nor is that my wish, dear Micheletto."
Two sets of raised eyebrows issued forth at her.
"I think to help calm my nerves...I would like to see you both kiss again; it stirred something in me before, something I'm almost ashamed to admit..."
"Desire...perhaps?"
"Yes, Micheletto, now that I think about it," she smiled coyly at him, "...desire. Certainly."
Cesare smiled his happy intrigue at her as he slid a little beneath her again and came in for a teasing kiss to the outer swell of her breast through the thin sheet. "And why..." he murmured at her as he traced a tantalizing hint of a caress against her erect nipple, "...would you be ashamed of that, Sis?"
"I...I don't know, Cesare..." she began in a swoon, "...but I am not ashamed now...ahh...to admit that I would like to feel such affectation again," she gasped at him.
Micheletto took one of her hands into his own and gave her palm a sweet kiss. "And we would be happy to oblige you, Lucrezia."
Lucrezia watched the languid, sensual force that was Micheletto as he took Cesare gently by his chin and guided him away from her, by then, exposed and heaving breast. Micheletto pulled Cesare up to sitting across from himself over her and it was breathtaking to see them together again, her delectably handsome brother and her equally handsome red-headed assassin. She watched the sweet meeting of their lips as they hovered over her and felt like a pupil studying a glorious new subject; their exchange was as playful as it was rough; their full, savage kiss, and ensuing passionate groans of joy and release, indeed, had the captivating effect that she remembered and made her hunger for them both anew. Drawn to the heat of their passion she dared to reach a tentative hand out toward them but drew it back, as if sure fire would scorch her fingertips if she tried to touch them; she decided, instead, to travel her hand down upon her own breast and then even more sinfully downward; just as she was about to reach her target she felt Micheletto take rough hold of her delicate little wrist.
"Did you think that we had forgotten you, lovely Golden One?" Micheletto murmured at her as Cesare took hold of her other hand; both men then drew the speechless and completely mesmerized woman closer to them.
And so Lucrezia sank further into the abyss...and into the depths of pleasure she'd never had any notions of, or could then imagine dared to exist on any plane where angels did not reside.
Long before sunrise, spent and drenched in each other, they lay snuggled together; it had been far from a night for sleep—or complete exhaustion.
"You must ride with Don Cortez soon, Cesare; you must make your stealthy way away from my room soon—both of you," Lucrezia lamented at them.
"And we will, Sis..."
"But not quite yet, hmm?" Micheletto finished for Cesare.
Somehow the men had managed to do just that and tore themselves away from her; there was the promise of truer privacy when Cortez and his party were finally gone and their own servants were established in their quarters; then there would be dinner to get through and the children to put to bed; and then another night—a fuller one—of Heaven on Earth. It was going to be a long day.
Micheletto easily hid his euphoria behind his usual mask of stoic and forbidding regard; Lucrezia hid hers by keeping herself out of sight until Cesare departed with Don Cortez to the mountains. For Cesare it was a bit more difficult that early morning, for his thoughts were filled completely with the night before and the pleasures that he desired to revisit. As much as he could manage he kept himself contained, but even Don Cortez took note of his lighter step and brighter demeanor.
"And so, you do smile, Don Ramirez! So happy to see proof of it!" Cortez remarked jovially when they met in the kitchen for a bit of breakfast.
"There is much to be said for a night of proper rest, Don Cortez, yes?" Cesare replied as he reigned himself in.
"And where are your cousins? The lovely Doña Giovanna? And Don Miguel? Will he join us on the ride to the mountains?"
"He will. Giovanna is busy with the children, at present."
"I'm sorry to have missed her. Well then, are you ready to go, Don Ramirez? I do not mean to rush you..."
"No, I understand, completely. My cousin waits for us. Lead the way..."
The trio got through their respective day, each of them preoccupied of thought and desire.
Lucrezia busied herself seeing to the quarters for her servants, and was happy to find that snakes had not taken over the place, as was her deepest, darkest fear. The buildings were in wonderful repair, overall, and it would be her endeavor to make them as lovely as her lady would permit.
Fati Ba was moved beyond words as she watched her Lady move about excitedly, voicing her plans to sew curtains for the windows and have better mattresses bought from the harbor merchants. The men were also pleased to know that their masters intended for them to follow the true encomenderos system, which entitled only certain days of labor from the native Taíno, and would apply to them, as well, for they had only ever been accustomed to just the Sabbath day off under other masters.
Cesare and Micheletto managed to finally immerse themselves in the business at hand, and of all that it would take to run a successful lumber mill. The prospect truly seemed to be daunting, as laid out truthfully by Don Cortez; they both hid their trepidations from him and were happy to finally conclude the tour and see him away.
"I am sorry now that I did not honor the invitation to dinner for this evening—the smell coming from the kitchen is truly divine, my friends," Don Cortez smiled at his companions as he gave a robust pat to his taut belly.
Knowing that the man was hedging for a new invitation, both Cesare and Micheletto kept their mouths clamped shut. As if on cue and because Fati Ba had alerted her that the men had returned, Lucrezia appeared in the great room to greet them and see Cortez off. It was the first time she had set eyes back upon her two men all day, but she trusted herself to quell her joy long enough to say goodbye to the Don.
"Don Cortez! Cousins! I hope that all went well?"
"Why, yes, La Doña, your cousins have been apprised of all that they need to know in order to assess the truest aspects of running a lumber mill here—not an impossible endeavor, only a challenging one."
"Certainly not for the lack of lumber," Lucrezia muttered as she looked off into the distance towards the densely-forested mountains, and wondered how feasible it might or might not be to go ahead with such an enterprise; they would need more hands; more equipment, surely, and God only knew what else.
"I'm sorry, La Doña, what was that?"
"Thank you for all of your assistance, Don Cortez; I know I speak for my cousins when I say that it has all been most appreciated."
"Ah! My pleasure! I was just complimenting the smell wafting from the kitchen—your men made it to the river, yes?"
"Yes, they did."
"And your man must anxiously be awaiting deliverance from another night out in the elements; surely your departure now would put you back on familiar roads and home before nightfall, hmm?" From Cesare, doing well to mask his impatience.
"Yes...I suppose that you are correct, my friend," Cortez begrudgingly acknowledged.
"But you will come back, Don Cortez, when you may stay for a proper feast of celebration and have the time to enjoy it."
"I look forward to it, La Doña; until then I wish you all well—and you shall be hearing from me again soon with an invitation to a ball in your family's honor." He gave a bow at her.
"And we look most-forward to it, Don Cortez," Lucrezia gave a little curtsy at him in return.
"Gentlemen," he looked to Micheletto and Cesare then.
"Don Cortez. Safe travels. And thank you. Again." From Cesare's tight lips and through a forced smile.
Micheletto only nodded at the man, which finally sent him on his way to his men, assembled and waiting for him at the path leading away. The trio walked him out together and watched him advance away; Cortez gave a final wave at them from where he met his party and then the man disappeared, at last, from the their sight.
"Dinner, my loves..." Cesare said under the wicked lift of an eyebrow aimed, first at Micheletto, "...and then—" he turned to his sister and inflicted the sultry same at her, "—to bed."