A.N. - I'm sorry, but the temptation to write another unnecessary piece of filth was too strong all of a sudden, (maybe because, as we say in Spain, no hay dos sin tres: "there is no two without three." Or, "these things always come in threes" (?) Is that how you say it in English?).

So, here we go with the usual warnings for the third instalment of the 50 shades of Zorro.

WARNING - don't read this MA rated chapter unless you are over 16; blah, blah, blah; you adults should know better than reading this soft, mummy-porn; and I should know better than writing it. But, oh, my… I had V and D talking down at the cave on their own, innocently, I swear, and this happened, out of the blue! I didn't plan it. It just happened. After all the misery, they fell into the hanky-panky trap again, the poor souls.

I guess I am having trouble wrapping this story up and finish it off. I can't let go completely, somehow. So, one more chapter for you, a long one because I couldn't interrupt them while they were at it, dragging the story a little bit more.

I think all those readers from Belgium that keep stopping at chapter 32 will appreciate this with a tray of chocolate. (Don't worry, guys, you are not busted. You know who you are, but I don't. I only know most of you are from Belgium on the stats for that particular chapter, but I see no names there. So, keep indulging yourselves, if you want, I don't mind. But it would be nice to know what do you like so much in that chapter to keep returning to it all the time. Send me a PM and let me know!)

For the other, more moderate readers, warnings are in place marking the filth, so you are safe to read for a little while still, and then skip those bits if you want. As before, I think it is quite mild, but still, warnings are up if you need them.

Btw: "Despacito." I hate that song. (Maybe you would think I should love it, with all the filth in it, but no. Not my kind of song at all. Mr What's-your-face, if my life was a jigsaw puzzle, I wouldn't need your "piece" to make me whole and cry "Dios bendito", thank you). Number one in Spain for ages, then all the summer in the UK with the Justin Beaver version, ad nauseam. It drills my mind every time I hear it on the radio. Sorry, but I couldn't resist the pun: "a la mierda el despacito!" YAY!

So, raunchy rendezvous at the cave! Love it, or hate it. Ha. (Look, after all, this is chapter 69, so, what else but some hanky-panky? Soooo fitting, LOL. Enjoy. And review, please, even if it is something on the line of "you, little perv… get your mind off the gutter," hahahaha. Thanks.)

Chapter 69 – 50 shades of Zorro… freed?

That evening, Victoria had dinner at the hacienda De la Vega. As only Pedro and Pablo knew about Zorro, and not the other servants, Diego stayed at the cave all the time, still pretending to be in Monterey, because the less people new about his secret, the better.

After dinner, Victoria visited Diego on her own, carrying a tray for him.

"No hanky-panky," Don Alejandro said, taking a seat at the library, by the fireplace, choosing a book from the pile he had at the side table. "Remember you are not married yet."

"Yes. Don't worry, Don Alejandro. At the moment, I'm sure he's not in the mood for any hanky-panky, as you call it."

"I know. I'm only joking. Go and cheer him up a bit, please. He has been in a gloomy mood all day. Zorro is about to fade into oblivion, and that must be quite upsetting for him too, on top of everything else."

Victoria opened the secret door by the fireplace and walked through it carefully, carrying the dinner tray. She walked down the steps slowly, still amazed at how Diego had managed to keep that place secret for so long. She had been there already a couple of times over the last two days, the same as Don Alejandro, and they were still in awe about all the stuff Diego kept in there, under their nose. Like the laboratory.

"Hola, querido. Cómo estás?" she said, walking to his side to leave the tray at the desk, in front of him. "Have you finished packaging the medical supplies for Doctor Hernández yet?"

Diego sat at his desk, slouched on his sturdy, mahogany chair, apparently doing nothing else but sulking, with his left elbow leaning on the armrest, and his cheekbone resting on that hand, supporting his head on it lazily. As he didn't travel to Monterey for real, he was preparing a large parcel with his own stock for the doctor, to replace everything he had damaged, and also to justify his long absence, because he couldn't return to the pueblo empty-handed.

When he lifted his sad face to her, nodding in silence, she gave him a quick, chaste kiss, smiling and combing back his rebellious fringe as if he was a little kid.

"You look cheerful tonight," he said, rather unemotionally.

"Not particularly, but I guess that, comparing to your long face, anybody with half a smile would look like the spirit of joy to you right now."

"I suppose so."

"You did very well at the tavern today, you know? After you left, some customers talked about the day you brought me flowers as Diego. I heard them. That's a very good, significant incident to recall, because a relationship with you won't look so jarring this way, so out of the blue, if everybody knows you already showed interest for me before I broke up with Zorro. And you did it in a very subtle way, not mentioning your own name directly."

"You were brilliant yourself, very convincing. You nearly made me cry when you said it was my fault because I should have killed the alcalde when I had the chance. You know that's what I keep thinking all the time."

"Oh, yes, sorry about that. Forgive me. I got carried away while calling Zorro a coward. But please, don't think about it. Stop beating yourself up about something you can't change, please."

"I wish I could."

"Of course you can stop, and you will. Now, eat your dinner before it gets cold."

"Yes, Ma'am, as you wish," he said, tucking in his casseroled lamb. "Hum, that's very nice. Did you make this?"

"No, María did. She is an excellent cook. I wish she could come to work for me at the tavern."

"How are you doing with that cast? Fed up of it yet?" he said in between mouthfuls, while munching the meaty stew.

"Yes. And this morning, I had to think twice to hit you with my left hand rather than with the right," she said, laughing.

"I am so glad you didn't hit me with that monster!"

"That's it, smile a bit. That's good," she said when she saw that shadow of a grin curling up his lips. She moved away from him to stroll around the cave while he ate his meal, touching things here and there, curious. She gave Toronado a carrot and talked to him briefly while patting his neck, before she wandered back towards the desk. "How are you doing with the cravings?"

"A bit better, thanks. I don't feel the urge to take that drug so much now, which is good."

"Is the stabbing wound still bothering you?"

"A little, but getting better every day too."

"It's so amazing how you recovered so quickly all of a sudden. I can't get my head around that."

"Yes. One minute I couldn't move my legs, and the next I jumped out of bed. Whatever poison Lucía used on that blade, it had that weird quality. Which makes me think: if Esteban had waited only a couple of days more, we could have escaped from the tavern together, and he could be here with me right now, instead of... where he is."

"Diego, he had no way of knowing that. None of us did, not even the doctor. We thought your life wasn't in danger anymore, but we didn't know when would you recover your strength fully, if ever. Please, stop thinking! You spend too much time on your own here. This is unhealthy. If you carry on like this, I'll have to move in with you to keep you distracted of those gloomy thoughts."

"Hum… I don't think my father would approve that drastic measure, only to keep me entertained."

"No, he wouldn't," she said, gravitating to his side. "Which is such a shame," she added with a playful smile.

He left the spoon on the tray and turned on his chair to embrace her waist, resting one side of his head on her midriff.

"You'll never know how much I wish for this tedious, annoying times to be over; to be married to you, so I don't need to hide my love for you or to restrain myself in any way anymore," he said, enjoying her comforting warmth.

"I feel the same, believe me," she said, stroking his hair.

He let go of her and pushed the chair back, freeing some space between him and the desk, and invited her to sit on his lap, which she did, willingly. He embraced her waist again, and she leaned on his chest, listening one more time to his powerful heartbeats, getting cosy, curling up on him, snuggling like a purring cat seeking the sun's heat. He rested his chin on her head, also getting comfy, and sighed.

"I love you so much, it hurts," he whispered to her hair while rocking her gently, like a baby.

"Soon. We'll be together soon," she whispered back, to his chest, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. Listening to his throbbing heart brought her some memories of a certain night at the tavern, and the same thought could have crossed his mind, because his heart rate suddenly accelerated a bit. She moved off him and lifted her head, looking up to meet his eyes, passing her left arm over his neck, and he leaned to kiss her, with a tentative, sweet and soft kiss; an innocent kiss which soon became wet and longing, deep, and endless. The kind of kiss that could get them both instantly aroused, and on edge.

After a long, delicious, and thorough exploration of her mouth, he pulled back, freeing her lips, looking flustered.

"Damn it, Victoria. You always make me feel like an out-of-control teenager," he said when the infamous, inconvenient bulge made an appearance. "This is too embarrassing! I'm sure Felipe has more self-restrain and more command over his young, inexperienced body, than I do when I am near you."

She laughed when she felt his increasingly firm member pressing at the back of her thigh, teasing him by moving her leg over it in small circles, rubbing the bulging area gently.

"Oh, my... what's that? And I told your father he shouldn't worry about chaperoning us tonight because no way you would be in the mood!"

"I know I shouldn't be, under the circumstances, but, didn't I say before that you fry my brain like a crispy tortilla? Because you do, and without hope. I'm always in the mood when you are so close to me," he said, claiming her mouth again, eagerly.

She moaned then, melting in his arms, raking his dark, luscious hair one more time, as she loved to do, using only her left hand, resenting not to be able to use the right one as well. She got even more excited when his hands wandered slowly all over her back, venturing down until they reached her firm derrière, where they stopped to knead her cheeks. She tugged at his white shirt then to set it free at the waist, off his trousers, and tried to undo the buttons to uncover his muscular torso while still lost in that kiss, resorting to wrench the shirt open when she couldn't unbutton it easily with the bulky cast on.

When the buttons tore off, flying away in all directions before they fell to the floor, she left his mouth to leave a trail of wet kisses down his neck and over his chest, a move that left him whimpering and complaining softly, in sweet desperation, like a hopeless, abandoned puppy.

"We shouldn't. Please, stop it. Stop it. Don't." He grabbed her wrist and the cast and pushed her slightly away from him, to look at her hungry eyes. "I can't. Not yet. We should wait until we are married. You know that. Sorry."

"Why? We are engaged now, and we are going to get married as soon as possible. So, does it really matter if we do it now or in a few weeks from now?"

"It could still take months, Victoria, not weeks."

"Great. That only reinforces my point: it is pointless to wait for so long."

"I shouldn't take advantage of you like this."

"Advantage? Look, I didn't know who was the man behind the mask before, and we still made love. Now I know you are him, and you are not even remotely taking advantage of me because I want this as much as you do, so don't be silly."

"But my father will—"

"No," she interrupted, placing her index finger on his lips. "Forget that nonsense your father has been drilling into you, with that old-fashioned gentlemen's code. We are engaged, and the truth is, we should have been married and blessed by the priest ages ago. You are not going to change your mind and leave me pregnant and with my reputation ruined, like it happened to Lucía, so I have to look for another husband quickly somewhere else, are you?"

"Do I really have to answer that stupid question?"

"I know you want this, and so do I. Then… what's the problem? Your father asked me to cheer you up, and that's what I am doing. Besides, I though you could be dying only a few days ago. After all that angst, and the gallons of tears I cried, I earned this," she said, finding his mouth again, insatiable.

"You know I have no willpower to resist you, at all, don't you?" he said when she let go of him. They looked at each other for a moment, both panting crazy with desire, thinking about the possibilities. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, determined, and she started to undo the lace of her blouse.

"Oh, God. You are for real!" he said, staring at her with his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Wait a second, please."

He lifted her off his lap and stood up, leaving her standing by the desk while he went to tamper with the mechanism of the secret door.

"What are you doing?"

"Preventing a very embarrassing moment if my father tries to come here in the next half an hour," he whispered from the door, while disabling the mechanism.

"Can you block that door from here?"

"Oh, yes. He won't be able to open the secret door at the fireplace from the other side now. You know, many times I had to do this, when the alcalde or the soldiers were at the library, to prevent any accidental activation of the switch," he explained when he returned to her side.

"You are so clever," she said, passing her arms around his neck, stroking the hair reaching his nape. "So clever."

"Where were we? Oh, yes: this," he said, kissing her senseless again while fumbling with her clothes.

*** Fade to black now ***

He managed to take off her blouse without ripping it, handling her clothes a little bit more carefully than she had done with his shirt, sparing them because she would have to wear the same outfit to leave the cave, looking as pristine as when she came in. He spent some time undoing all the laces of her corset then, and when he finally uncovered her firm, small breasts, he felt the burning need of suckling those nipples immediately, urgently, making her arch her body, moaning with wild pleasure while he held her in his arms. At some point, his tongue travelled south as he bowed down, reaching her navel, and he pushed her skirt and underwear down in one go, dropping them to the floor in a bundle. Then, he held her up from her naked buttocks while she hung from his neck with her legs at his sides, and he carried her on him as a light feather until he sat down at the wide, mahogany chair again, placing her on top of him, straddling him. From that position, with her knees at his hips, she leaned forward and he continued licking her breasts and kneading her bottom, driving her insane with desire. Her eagerness also drove him crazy, so he used his hand to check if she was ready, from behind.

"You are always so wet, and so keen. I liked that so much, mi amor," he said hurriedly, breathless, pleasantly surprised by her lavish, bountiful moist.

"Do you think you are the only one who loses his mind? I am lucky I don't have any bulging equipment, or I would be as embarrassed as you by my lack of self-control when you are near me," she said at his ear, while nibbling at it, making him shiver. "Good job nobody really knows how excited you get me, or I would have a very, very, bad reputation in this pueblo."

That comment made him laugh with zest, but this time he didn't cough, and he didn't complain about the wound in his back either. Instead, he focused on her nipple again, licking it while he moved his right hand to her front to finger-love her. While supporting and stroking her rear end with the left, he drove her insane with longing when he found a particular spot inside, one she didn't know she had.

"Oh, please, stop teasing me and take me! I want you, and I need you, so take me right now because we don't have much time," she said, wriggling like an eel, moving away from his shameless, bold finger. She pushed his shirt back, leaving it hanging down at his back from his upper arms, and then she kneeled on the floor in front of him, attacking the front of his trousers to uncover his erection. Fearing she would rip them apart too, like the shirt, he helped her to undo the front, and then he lifted his rear end from the chair while she pulled his trousers down. After that, she dragged his underwear avidly too, leaving both pieces of clothing around his ankles, not bothering with removing the boots.

"That looks so different now," she said while staring at his erection, risen up right in front of her eyes, studying it in full detail this time, no longer dealing with it in the dark, like on their previous encounter.

"Different to what?"

"You know, to what it looked like when I helped you with the chamber pot. When it was… flaccid."

"It does look different, doesn't it?" he said, laughing again at her innocence.

"But, I think I prefer handling this shape rather than the other," she said, grabbing him with her left hand, making him gasp. She tried to move it along his length in the same way he had taught her the first time, but, out of practice, she couldn't do it so well with the left hand, so, in the end, she leaned over him and used her mouth instead.

"Oh, God, Victoria. You are a natural!" he said while he grabbed the armrests, slouching on the chair, extending his neck over the backrest, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment with bated breath. He moaned loudly for a while then, whimpering as he stroked her hair slowly with one hand, until he made her stop. "Come back up here or this will be over too soon," he said, pulling her up. "You are too good at that."

She climbed back on top of him, straddling him again, but this time she accidentally pressed with her knee over the healing gunshot wound at his side, making him cry in pain.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry! Are you all right?" she said, jumping off him again.

"Yes, I'm all right, don't worry. Just remember: try not to press in that area, if you can. It's still tender," he said, bringing her closer again. "Try passing your legs under the chair's arms, rather than kneeling. See how that feels."

She tried that, placing her legs under the wide armrests, leaving them dangling in there in that awkward position, hardly reaching the floor, sitting right in front of his erection. He held her petite body up then, and tentatively lowered her down to find his way in, slowly, while she whimpered, holding onto his shoulders.

"Is that all right? Am I hurting you?"

"No, that's fine, go on," she said, and he continued lowering her rear end on top of him, until she took him all in, resting on his hips. "I love you," she whispered slowly, staring at him.

"Not so much as I love you, mi vida," he said, standing still for a moment, just feeling her, caressing her sides. She leaned to kiss him one more time then, and he started moving her rear end slowly, up and down, holding her by her cheeks, keeping them open as she slid her moist around him. She left his mouth and leaned on him, still holding onto his shoulders and his neck, moaning, concentrating on following the movement, trying to use her own power, but it was difficult for her in that position. "Oh, Dios. That's it, despacito. We'll go suavecito this time, don't worry. Poquito a poquito…"

Who am I kidding? he thought when he picked up the pace soon, as she moaned louder, begging for more, obviously too keen to go faster, just like him. Fuck it. A la mierda el despacito!

ZZZ

***(This scene doesn't belong to the hanky-panky. Safe to read.)***

"Don Alejandro, do you know when will Don Diego bring in Tor… the new horse?" Pedro asked him at the library.

"I guess he won't return to the pueblo for at least two or three days more."

"Where should we put him? With the other stallions? I'm not sure how will he adapt, after all that time on his own down there."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Diego thought about that issue already. He's always on top of things. I'll ask him what he wants to do. But don't worry about it yet, because there is still plenty of time to prepare."

"All right. Let me know the plan tomorrow, then."

After Pedro left, Don Alejandro set the book back with the others and approached the fireplace. He actioned the concealed switch to open the door, but it didn't work this time. He tried several times, and then knocked at the fireplace back panel, but nobody answered.

"Felipe!" he called then, looking for him, but the youngster didn't answer either. Where are you? And, why is this door not opening now?

ZZZ

*** (Fade to black again)***

"Sorry, Diego. Stop. Stop, please," she said, suddenly, complaining.

"What's wrong?" he said, keeping still at once. "Are you all right? Am I hurting you?"

"No, not you. I didn't want to bother you with this, but I can't stand it anymore. I am hurting my legs with these damn armrests all the time now," she said, looking embarrassed about it.

"Sorry, I didn't realize. Get your legs out and we'll try something else, don't worry."

He helped her, lifting her slender body up, and when she kneeled at his hips she pressed on his tender side again.

"Sorry!" she said when he cried, getting off him. "This is not working, is it? We need a bed," she said, eyeing the small one he was using now at the cave, close to Toronado's pen.

"Not that one. That old, rickety thing will collapse if we give it a few, good shakes, and I'll need it later to sleep," he said, with a wink and a smirk. "But don't worry, we still have some options here."

He stood up and stretched his arm to take the tray off the desk, leaving it on a side, on the floor, and then carelessly pushed all the objects on the desk to the sides, out of the way.

"Come here." He lifted her up again, holding her rear end as before, and carried her to the table, walking a couple of short steps, careful not to trip with the trousers still at his ankles. He left her gently on the desk, sitting on top, at the edge, glad he was a tall man and would have no problem at all to reach her in that position. He looked down at her legs then, frowning when he saw the reddened marks on her thighs, marks that would morph into dark bruises soon. "I am sorry. You should have told me. Forgive me," he said, caressing her legs lightly, kissing her.

"Don't worry. I'll live. What do we do now?" she said when he let go of her hungry lips.

"Lie down," he said, holding her head gently as she did, following her on that movement, until he ended up hovering over her and the desktop. "Is this more comfortable for you?"

"Yes, thanks."

He kissed her again, and she embraced him tightly, fervent, only too keen on him.

"Wait. Was that the door?" he said, lifting his head, stopping for a moment to listen intently. Nothing happened for a few seconds, and when Victoria said: "Who cares?" he had to agree with her and carry on. He tentatively rubbed his length against her moist a few times with gentle movements, and when she responded arching her body and passing her legs around his hips to cross them behind him, moaning, he helped himself back in, finding his way easily in that position, and resumed the thrusting, slowly at first, holding her head to prevent any banging on the desk, but soon he let go of her head to pin her arms down on the desk, in a possessive move that left her even more excited, begging him for more. With her hands up, she enjoyed the way her breasts moved freely with her body, something he also appreciated greatly, for the way he looked at them go.

"This is better. Much better," she said with her eyes closed, letting out little cries accompanying every thrust, which served to spur him on. In the end, he let go of her arms to get a grip at the far edge on the desk, for anchor, and she held onto his strong forearms.

Her whimpering drove him so crazy he ended up thrusting so hard it was a good job the desk was so sturdy and heavy, or he could have dragged it along the floor, pushing the whole thing along. Soon, Victoria had enough and cried then, arching her body as she came, digging her nails on his arms, and he held on a bit longer, moving only enough to make sure she had finished. When she released her tight grip on him and opened her eyes to stare at his with a wide smile and grateful wonder, he pulled back quickly.

"What's that?" she said, lifting her head, mesmerized by the sticky, warm fluid pouring off him, onto her abdomen.

He took a grip of that and stayed motionless for a few seconds, with his other hand resting on the desk, with his eyes closed and his mouth half open, gasping until he got released completely, and the waves of pleasure subsided.

"This is what will get you pregnant soon, I hope," he said while panting, "so you can have the children you always wanted, but not today."

***The deed is done. You can put the lights back on now***

He removed his ruined shirt then and used it to clean up the mess, discarding it on the floor, and then he leaned over her to kiss her gently, until he weighed down on her, resting his sweaty body on hers to catch his breath.

"I love you so much, mi amor. Let's get married right now so we can repeat this tomorrow!" he said, laughing in short outbursts while panting, with his head buried on her shoulder.

She giggled then, embracing him, resting the bulky cast on his back.

"Yes, why not? Yo también te quiero más que a mi vida. I can't wait!"

Diego kissed her again, lovingly and calmly this time, without the urgency he felt before, but the tender, intimate, postcoital moment was shattered by the insistent banging at the door, and the familiar, demanding, and at moments like that, utterly irritating voice of Don Alejandro.

"Open that damn door!"

ZZZZZ