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Chapter 17
Duncan ran. He ran as fast as his legs can take him. Finally, he reached the house and went to the kitchens, screaming for his mother's name.
His mother, Mrs. Hubbard, went outside and met the young boy, ready to chastise him for raising hell inside their lord's home.
"You should not shout like that inside here, Duncan." Mrs. Hubbard scolded. "Or inside any house for that matter. It is not proper."
"But mother, the duke is coming on horseback." Young Duncan countered. "And he's riding with the duchess!"
Mrs. Hubbard only gasped. She did not think the day would come that fear would be absent every time her name would be mentioned. Indubitably, she was a spawn of evil as no person who had died has been brought back to life.
But even before that unexplainable phenomenon, Mrs. Hubbard has already formed an opinion that the duchess was a spawn of evil, because only one of her kind would lay hurt and harm to a member of the Kent family.
She and her husband Ben have always known the Kent family, and no foul word could ever describe them. The deceased duke, Jonathan, was one of the most upstanding men she had known. He loved his wife and he loved his tenants. He treated them like family. The dowager duchess, meanwhile, was very down to earth. You could find her around the house, sharing workload with the servants, as if she was one of them. The young lord, while not accustomed to household chores, knew how to till the land and how to breed horses. Ben, whenever he visits her, would regal her with stories from the stables in Metropolis, on how the lord would get his hands dirty all because of his love of his horses.
And this one Lois Lane had the audacity to err against the Kents? Mrs. Hubbard had honestly thanked the Almighty that their duke was finally free from a wretched marriage, only for it to be short lived upon the return of the wicked woman.
But who was she to interfere? She was here to serve the duchy, and she willed herself that for her duke, she would have to stomach serving the witch as well.
Hurrying back inside, she barked out the orders, and with the efficiency of a well-oiled carriage, everything was put into order and they were now lined out at the house's entrance, waiting for the arrival of their master.
Mrs. Hubbard was surprised when they came into view. The duke and the duchess were both on horseback. Didn't the duchess hate horses? Not once in her whole stay here did she ride a horse, and with much mastery from the looks of it.
Slowly coming to a halt, Mrs. Hubbard pasted a welcoming smile, and gave a bow as the duke dismounted. The duchess came to a halt as well, and dismounted before the duke came to her rescue. Her eyes almost rounded at that, for the duchess would always beg for her husband's assistance.
"Good morning, your grace." Mrs. Hubbard started. "The rooms have been prepared, and the breakfast ready to be heated. Where would you and the duchess like to take your breakfast? The main dining room as per usual?"
The duke shook his head. "We have no intention of staying long." He said as he handed his horse to the stable boy, and Lois did the same, and again to the shock of Mrs. Hubbard, heard her extend her gratitude to the young boy. "We will rest for a while in the study. Bring our breakfast there, then prepare two different horses for our next trip."
"Certainly, your grace."
The duke gave a nod as a general acknowledgment, and looked at his wife. Silently communicating, the duchess smiled as her husband placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her inside the house.
"Thank you, Mrs.—" The duchess has started and looked at the duke in question.
The duke understood and said with a smile. "Mrs. Hubbard."
"Thank you, Mrs. Hubbard." She said, and after a small bow, was led inside by the duke.
Mrs. Hubbard's head followed as the couple disappeared inside the house. That her mouth was hanging open in disbelief did not go unnoticed by the other servants.
"Was she the same woman the duke married before?" One footman asked boldly.
Mrs. Hubbard, for the life of her, was at a loss for words. She only did a shushing sound, and still in shock, went inside, the others filed behind her, ready to do the duke's bidding.
Lois sighed as her back met with the soft cushion of the chair. Clark smiled at her contentment and went behind the desk to sit. However, he knew that their respite would be short and he hated reminding her of it.
"Breakfast will be here shortly, soon after we would be on our way to find Wes and Linda."
Lois just nodded. "The sooner this is over, the better. I would not want to burden you any further."
"But of course." Clark said, a sinking feeling dominating him. He decided to focus on their mission. Wes would be easier to find. "The last time we were here, I have already asked about him and let us hope that he is still staying with his father. Linda meanwhile, would be more difficult. She only stayed here in this very house when she was here in Granville."
"Is the father's house far from here?"
"No. It is just a short ride." Clark answered.
"How about our horses? Will they be able to have enough rest to make the journey back?"
"Both our horses have been tested for endurance. If we are lucky, everything we need to do will be done by noon. We leave immediately, and we stay at the same inn on the way back for the night. That will be enough rest for the horses."
Lois was not convinced, but relented at Clark's confident look.
The door soon opened with Mrs. Hubbard carrying the tray, and at Clark's insistence, set it down on his table. Lois stood up and went over, immediately grabbing a sandwich, finishing it in just a few bites.
Clark laughed out heartily, Lois looked sheepish, and the housekeeper was aghast. Clark then realized the reason for Mrs. Hubbard's reaction. "This is the real Lois Lane, Mrs. Hubbard. The reason we are here is to find answers as to who was the one we buried months before."
Mrs. Hubbard looked skeptical, and Clark knew that she was keeping her thoughts to herself because he was their lord. Clark stood up and placed a hand on the older woman's shoulder. "You know that you may speak freely anytime, Mrs. Hubbard."
The housekeeper remained silent. Clark gave his long time housekeeper an affectionate squeeze. "Believe it or not, the one we buried was an impostor. We travelled here from Smallville so we can question Wes and Linda."
"Well," the housekeeper started, giving Lois a probing look. The other woman just smiled, as if understanding her conundrum. She continued, "I believe Wes is staying with his father, and that he is now helping his father in farming. Linda, I have not heard from since she received the money you have set aside for her after she—or rather, the impostor, died."
Lois gave Clark a knowing look, which Clark returned. It seemed they have to question Wes first. "Thank you, Mrs. Hubbard. That information is very valuable. Are the horses ready?"
"I will check on it, your grace. Don't hasten eating. Bad for the stomach." She said with a small smile. "Give my regards to the dowager duchess."
"I will." Clark said with a grin, and the housekeeper soon left them.
Indeed it was a short ride, and after finding out from Wes' father that the person they needed to see was at their farm, Clark and Lois hastened to the spot.
After seeing to the horses' safety and security, Clark and Lois immediately set on to find Wes. It was quite difficult, with rows and rows of corn obstructing their view. Finally they heard the unmistakable sound of metal hitting the earth, and they made their way through the maze of corn.
Wes, hearing someone approaching, ceased his work and turned around. Dread filled him when he realized who that person was.
"Wes." Clark said.
Wes seemed rooted to the spot. That scandal with the duchess had him ostracized from the community at first, but what hurt him the most was the disappointment his father had shown in him. It was difficult, returning to the villagers' good graces, but he had believed he was starting to get there. Unfortunately, it would look like his luck would once again turn against him with the arrival of the duke.
"Your Grace." Wes said, his voice quivering, head bowed low in shame.
Clark almost made the man cease his genuflection. Almost. While Wes did commit what no man should have, the mere fact that it was not the real Lois who he had committed adultery with almost made Clark look the other way. Again, almost.
"Stand up." Clark said.
What happened next was a flurry of actions. As soon as Wes straightened and saw who Clark was with, he dropped the hoe and ran the opposite way. Clark was certain he saw fear in Wes' face.
Clark made chase, Lois running behind him. Wes was fast, but Clark was faster. It was not long before Clark tackled Wes to the ground face down. He then sat on his thighs and brought his hands to his back to prevent Wes from escaping.
"Why do you have to make it difficult?" Lois said as soon as she reached the men.
Wes was hysterical. "Leave me be, Maxima! Leave me be!"
"Maxima?!" Clark and Lois parroted, one shocked, the other curious.
"Who is this Maxima?" Lois asked, and upon the question, Wes stopped squirming.
Clark loosened his hold on Wes but did not stand up. "We promise you no harm. Just tell us what we want to know and we will leave you be."
Comfortably seated inside the hut Wes gets his respite from cultivating the land, Wes told his story which no one else knew about.
"First and foremost, I ask for your forgiveness Your Grace. There is no excuse to the shame I brought you. I brought shame to my family as well." He started, but at Clark's silence, decided to continue.
Clark noted though, that Wes would still not look directly at Lois.
"It was a week after you had arrived at Granville, your grace. You had just finished your morning ride, and as I was about to return your horse to the stables, the duchess appeared, inquiring about the horses. She was a novice about them sir, and I am very much willing to impart my knowledge, thinking she wanted to share at least one interest with you."
Lois harrumphed. "Me? A novice on horses? Preposterous."
"Lois." Clark said, amused at her indignation despite the gravity of their conversation.
"It was a couple of days later that the duchess told me that she was not interested in the horses, but in me."
"I resisted at first. I truly did. But she was persistent, and I am but a man, your grace. Please forgive me."
"That is no excuse and you know it." Lois interjected once more.
Clark remained silent, and Wes continued.
"The duchess told me that you have been ignoring her, and that she had felt so alone in that house, that the only one she could talk to was Linda."
"You do not speak with your wife?!" Lois asked Clark incredulously.
Clark glared at Lois, but she did not back down, returning his glare with a raised eyebrow.
Wes watched the silent war between the two, and he had to admit that their interaction now was much different from what he had witnessed before.
Clark turned his attention back to Wes, signalling him to continue. Wes nodded.
"It was not long and we became intimate. The visits extended into the night, and she implied that you knew about us, but that you do not to care too much, your grace. Somehow, it validated what I was doing. That I was doing something right because the duchess seemed to be longing for love, and I was, in a way, giving it to her."
"But my reservations have always been voiced out, your grace." Wes added. "I was always asking about you, and she would always answer that you were already taken care of. At first I was afraid of your well-being, even demanded that we stop the affair immediately when I thought she was doing you harm, but when she told me that it was in a different way and not what I was thinking, I became weak again. I succumbed to the temptation."
Clark, at this point, was growing impatient. He finally asked the one question he wanted to be answered from the very start. "Why did you call Lois Maxima?"
"Simply because she wanted to be called that, your grace." Wes answered, confused at the query. "I never called her Lois. Every moment that we were together, I would always call her Maxima."
"And the reason you ran when you saw her?" Clark asked, gesturing at Lois.
"I was afraid, your grace. Nobody comes back from the dead. Nobody. Maxima died in that burning hut. I was certain of that."
Clark has heard enough. "Thank you for your time Wes. It was…" Clark paused, as if searching for a word. "…enlightening."
Wes bowed once more, and with boldness he never knew to possess, grabbed the duke's hand and placed it on his forehead while he knelt in front of him. "Forgive me, your grace. Please tell me you forgive me."
Clark looked down at the man. To his surprise, he could find no anger in him. Not anymore. "We are both duped by a couple of cunning women. Promise me not to commit the same sin in the future."
Clark could see that Wes was confused, but nodded all the same. He finally let go of Clark's hand.
Clark nodded at Lois, signalling that they are to depart. Lois, a thousand questions in her mind, chose to stay quiet. She would ask her questions later once they were alone.
Lois thought she would get to ask her questions soon, but they finally reached the inn they were supposed to stay for the night, and still she was not able to get what she wanted.
As soon as they arrived at the house, Clark had immediately ordered their horses saddled, leaving Lois no chance to interrogate him. She was left in the study as he disappeared into the kitchen, only to come back with a tray of sandwiches, telling her she needed to eat for the journey ahead. Lois pointed out that he needed to eat as well, if only to give her a chance to ask him, but Clark had said that he had to see to the preparations of the horses.
Lois wanted to scream at Clark's obvious evasion. But she was not a Lane for nothing. She would get her answers, sooner or later.
Alas, she found out that it would be later that her curiosity would be satisfied, because even during their journey, Clark, with the help of that divine horse Sultan, would always ride ahead of her or behind her, not once beside her so she could probe him.
It was already almost midnight, and as an employee inn took care of their horses, they entered the establishment to find the owner to ask for rooms.
The owner again looked alarmed. He had informed them that the only room available was the one they had vacated the night before. Again, Clark ordered food to be delivered to their room, and soon they were alone in the room. Lois was about to start her questioning but it was Clark who spoke first.
"I need to check on the horses," Clark started. "And I would probably take my meal downstairs as well. Rest, Lois."
Not waiting for a reply, Clark left the room, leaving Lois to stare after him. Lois blew out a violent breath at Clark's coddling of her. She can take care of herself, thank you very much.
Finding the basin of water at the corner of the room, she cleaned herself of the afternoon's journey. Changing into more comfortable but still fully appropriate clothes, Lois left the room, only to meet the server on the stairs, her plate of food to be delivered.
"Thank you, but I think I will be taking this downstairs." Lois said to the surprised employee.
Looking at the tables, she saw that Clark was seated in the corner facing the inn's entrance, and she made her way there, to Clark's surprise.
"I find I dislike taking my meals alone. Have you taken yours?" Lois asked nonchalantly, as if she had forgotten the fact that he had been avoiding her ever since they returned from interrogating Wes.
"Not yet." Clark answered, his face devoid of emotion. "I asked they prepare yours first. It must be coming along now."
True enough, the owner came out with Clark's plate and set it upon him. Having no other requests from the duke, the owner left them to their meal.
"Are you not tired?" Clark asked as he started to eat.
"No." Lois answered after swallowing her food. "I could not explain it, I should be exhausted, but I am not. Maybe it is because I am still at a loss, as opposed to you, who finally solved the mystery of the world."
Clark gave out a short laugh. "That would be marvellous."
"Care to share that marvel?" Lois said with a sweet smile.
"It seems there would be no stopping you. You are like a pit bull in a pant leg."
Lois, instead of being insulted, looked complimented. "I am tenacious, I have been told."
But Clark did not speak. He continued eating, and Lois had the sudden thought that maybe he was eating her patience as well. "Again, care to share that marvel?"
Mouth full of food, Clark gestured at the plate, and looked at Lois with raised eyebrows, as if telling her that he must finish his food first.
Lois acquiesced, and she ate her food silently with him, interjected with sighs, shifts in her seat, and taps of the foot on the table leg.
Clark, as if finally realizing the reason of her restlessness, wiped his mouth with the napkin provided him and looked at Lois. "Ask away."
Lois looked delighted that she will finally be in the know. "Who is Maxima?"
"This is all I know of her: Maxima is the daughter of the late Earl of Almerac. Not to sound like a braggart, but she has been after me since her first season. I usually do not attend balls and parties, only those of my closest friends, but when I do, she would always be present. My friends know of my predicament, so to speak, and they help me steer clear of her."
Lois just nodded. Somehow she understood, Clark was larger than life. It was impossible not to fall under his charm. "Was she a social climber then?"
"Far from it." Clark answered. "Her father was one of the richest men in the country."
"Then why are you averse to her?"
Clark sighed. "I honestly thought she was a brat, spoiled to the fullest by her parents. She gets everything she wants."
"Sparkling personality." Lois commented. "What is her involvement in this? You seemed satisfied with Wes' answers about Maxima."
"As I have mentioned, I try to elude her come balls and soirees, but I do remember she always had a chaperone. Now I believe, that chaperone is Linda. I am usually observant, but when it comes to her, I am afraid to say I always try to look the other way, hence I do not remember what her chaperone looks like."
"So everything was of Linda's doing?" Lois inquired.
"I believe so." Clark answered. "I believe you were right on the night you were attacked, it was Linda pretending to be Wes."
"But when did all this start? Surely not the masquerade because that was when—" Lois stopped as she felt her cheeks redden at the memory of their kiss.
Clark did not seem affected. "It started at the masquerade, yes. But the plan was realized the day you were supposed to visit my stables. That was the last vivid memory I have before I got married. That was the day I first met Linda."
Lois processed the information. "This is all about revenge." She said, to which Clark nodded. "But why me?"
Clark was quiet. "Like I said, it started at the masquerade. Remember when you lost that bet and you have to spend the rest of the ball with me? It is not unbecoming of Maxima to keep an eye on us. How else did she know that I invited you to my stables?"
Lois let out a breath. "Are you telling me that what Maxima did was pretend to be me, so she can have you? And when she perished, Linda thought it best to get revenge by killing me? I am not that special Clark."
"I had a mistress before, Lois. Why didn't Maxima try to be her then?"
Lois looked at Clark, emotions in her running high. All the implications and insinuations will never be enough. The fact that Clark had just confessed she had a mistress before flew right past her.
"Because you are special, Lois." Clark said when Lois elected not to speak, his intense gaze communicating more than his words.
The moment was broken when the owner came to clear their plates. Clark coughed, and stood up. "I need to check on the horses. You better get your rest. We have a long journey tomorrow."
Lois watched Clark's retreating back. Outside, she looked calm. Inside, she was a whirlwind. Standing up, she went to the counter and asked for a glass of their ale. She saw the owner was hesitant, but gave in to her request. She was with the duke after all, and she thought maybe the owner did not want to be on the duke's bad graces.
Lois looked at the glass as if it was her temporary savior, her savior from all the different emotions and feelings she was experiencing, if at least just for tonight.
It was almost half an hour before she returned to their room. She knew Clark was still at the stables, and so she decided to get ready to sleep, picking up her satchel from the floor and setting it on the foot of the bed, pulling out her sleeping garments.
The door slowly opened, and Lois saw that Clark has finally returned, who looked peeved. "I thought you would be sleeping by now."
"I had a glass of ale after the meal, gathered a few scattered thoughts." Lois answered as she continued preparing for her slumber. Out of the corner of her eye, Lois saw that Clark was still, but that his face was turned to her. Her back tingled at the thought of Clark looking at her, but immediately dismissed the thought.
They stood in silence, the tension in the room so thick, Lois thought she would suffocate in it.
"I need to change, Clark."
Clark, his look intense, nodded imperceptibly. Lois then saw him turn his back on her, and just stayed there. Lois took a sharp breath after realizing that Clark would not leave the room. Lois, not one to back down from adversity, if she could call this situation one, turned, facing the other way. She started to loosen the ties of her blouse, and divested herself from it. She debated on removing her top undergarment, but realized she was being finicky about it. She removed the undergarment, holding it against her chest as she turned to the bed to pick up her sleeping gown, intent on wearing it first before removing her skirt and drawers.
What happened next, Lois did not expect. A shock went right through her, heart pounding at Clark's gentle touch on her right shoulder. She did not hear him approach, her thoughts too loud. But for the life of her, she was not scared. If she could be honest with herself, she was anticipating. She should not be, but she was.
"You have been a test Lois." Clark whispered, his shirt brushing softly against Lois' bare back, his hand moving slowly, barely grazing, from her shoulder down to her arm, then back up again.
"I have been a test?"
"Yes you have." Clark answered, her eyes closing at Clark's moving lips against her hair. "You have been a test on my resolve, a test on my willpower; a test that I have been failing miserably."
Lois realized he was now testing her resolve as well, and like him, she was also failing miserably.
"Even when I blatantly hated you, I wanted you Lois." His hands never still, his fingers were now tracing circles on her shoulder blades, then gathered her hair and placed it over her left shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. "Before, I had a reason of burying that desire, and that was hate. But then I spent time with you, and with each day I became certain that the woman I am now with was not the same woman I had married."
"It all came to a head at that picnic, Lois." Clark continued, his hands still weaving its magic, his mouth now pressing soft kisses on her exposed neck and shoulder. Lois congratulated herself on staying upright and not turning into a puddle.
"That kiss during the game, that sealed the deal. Forgive me for leaving you immediately after it, but you turn me inside out, Lois. And then you were poisoned, and I knew that I could not bear it if I lose you."
At those words Lois knew: he was her match. Her heart she had unwittingly given, and it truly belonged to him.
"I have been fighting hard, Lois, but now I can't." His hands gripped her arms, his breath now brushing her ear. "But one word from you, and I will stop this."
Her mind set, Lois stepped away from him. She faced him, determination on her face, but she could see that Clark thought she was saying no. Wanting to remove that notion from him, she let go of the piece of the clothing she was clutching against her chest, exposing her upper body to him. Clark's intake of breath and his eyes feasting on her breasts told her that he had approved of her actions. Slowly, she placed her thumbs inside the garter of her skirt, and pushed it down, pooling at her feet. She did the same with her drawers.
Clark stared at the goddess in front of him. He must have done something right in this world if he was given a gift as precious as Lois. Clark took just one step and he enveloped Lois in his arms the same time his mouth captured hers.
How he wanted to immortalize this moment: every inch of his body pressed against every inch of hers. Clark willed himself to slow down, wanting this to be a precious memory for her, and he knew it will take everything in him not to hurry. Slowly maneuvering them, Clark slowly laid Lois on the bed, his actions belying the fire inside him.
Clark stood up, first divesting himself of his shirt, the rest of his clothes following soon after. Lois was drinking him in, and his male pride was stroked at her intense scrutiny and obvious lust in her eyes.
Clark knew that Lois was ready for him, but he had other ideas in mind. Clark bent down, placing a reverent kiss on each of her feet. His eyes trained on her face, he placed his large hands on each of her leg, dragging them slowly upward, and Clark could feel Lois getting restless. "Hush, love." Clark said, again placing kisses on each of her knees.
His hands' upward ascent continued, stopped at mid-thigh, and gently placed them between her thighs to open herself to him.
"What are you doing?" Lois asked, breathless but apparently still timid, her upper body propped up by her elbows, her thighs clenched with his hands in between.
"Loving you." Clark answered, kissing her thighs in an obvious attempt to get his way. He glanced upon her, and his mouth watered at her glorious breasts.
He could see the hesitance in Lois' eyes. "Trust me." Sensing her resistance fade away by the softening of her thighs, Clark parted them. This time, his mouth and tongue joined his hands' foray. Gripping her outer thighs, Clark dragged his lips on the inside of her thigh. Clark felt the bed move, instinctively knowing Lois dropped back to the bed again, and he smiled at the knowledge that he could make her forget anything.
"You are so beautiful." Clark said, settling himself between her lower body as he lowered his mouth to her core.
"Clark!" Lois exclaimed, her back arching violently at the pleasure Clark was bringing her. Still a virgin, she never had an inkling that it could be like this, but she knew deep down inside that the reason she was feeling this way was because it was Clark, and nobody else.
Clark continued his assault to her senses. He kissed, he licked, he sucked, he stabbed. He could never get enough of her, could stay like this forever. He replaced his mouth with his thumb, and looked up at her, vowing to himself that he would see her face as she comes apart in his arms. He inserted one finger, and then another. Hooking them, Clark pressed against her front inner walls, and he was rewarded by another cry of his name from Lois.
He knew she was nearing her peak. Clark placed one more lingering kiss on her core, his fingers never stopping, and made his way up. He stopped by her breasts, and sorely tempted, took one nipple in his mouth, suckling it, tasting it, enjoying the feel of it pebbling in his mouth. He transferred to her other breast and did the same, the sounds she was making spurring him further. Clark felt her inner walls clutching at his fingers, and lifting his head from her chest, he moved further up so that his face was on top of hers.
Finally she came with his name again on her lips, her body arched pressing to his. Clark knew that the image of her coming would never be erased from his mind. Not waiting for Lois to settle down, Clark removed his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance, he drove in with one swift stroke, her maidenhead giving way to his intrusion, shocking him to the core. That he was her first elated and terrified him.
He looked down at her face, her teeth biting her bottom lip at the pain. Clark was slowly pulling out, when he was stopped by Lois' hands on his hips. "Don't."
Clark studied her face and as she opened her eyes, he saw the acceptance, and gradually moved back in. Lois took a sharp intake of breath, but this time, Clark knew that it was because of pleasure and not of pain.
Clark realized that he would not be able to control himself any longer. Losing himself to his passion, he revelled at the fact that Lois was meeting his thrusts.
Lois could not contain herself. Everything she was experiencing was completely unimaginable. She knew that they were truly and completely joined, but somehow it was still not enough. Her hands roamed from his hips to his back to his hair, the feel of him seared to her mind forever. She opened her eyes and saw Clark watching her. Overwhelmed, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled down to kiss him.
Mouths meshed together, Clark's tongue matched the rhythm his hips were making. Clark felt her clutch him, and he knew that she was again nearing her threshold.
It was spectacular. Lois let go his mouth, threw her head back and shouted his name. Clark followed soon after, his seed shooting inside her. He buried his head between her neck and shoulders, his mouth and tongue still tasting her sweat covered body, drinking everything about her in.
Ragged breathing now slowing down, Clark motioned to move away from her, thinking he was crushing her with his weight. Lois, however, tightened her arms around him and whispered, "Not yet."
Clark was happy to oblige, and to show it he leaned down and kissed her softly. He was not ready to let go of her just yet.
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