Swagger Inn (The Snug - extended)

[SisterHelenoftheEternalCatchUp]

For them that wants it, since the old snug is nearing the end of its life.
Come in, sit by the fire and relax with a Fuzzy Tom (or whatever drink grabs your fancy) and indluge in some drivel about which Musketeer is the FAFest.

If you're lucky, a literary wench might tell you a story.

(PS - No doilies allowed)

This thread is not be replacing The Tavern.
It's not a thread number
It's rumbling-in-the-background for anything that people don't want to put in the Tavern.

for SF. As Liv says - HOT

NORFLOPS AND THE MUSKETEER version 2

It had been a quiet evening in the Tavern. The King was giving a huge ball to celebrate the birth of the Dauphin, and the Musketeers and the Red Guard, who were regulars in the Tavern, were either on duty at the ball or relaxing at the barracks.

Norah sat by the fire, her long legs resting on a stool. Her beautiful eyes were closed and she was daydreaming. She would normally be rushed off her feet but was enjoying the rest. D’Artagnan had been in earlier but had not stayed long – he had muttered something about the Cardinal and left. She and Flora were supposed to be on duty, but she had sent Flora home as it was so quiet.

Suddenly she heard the door open and Porthos, one of the King’s Musketeers came in. Norah blushed, she was used to serving these handsome men but there was something about Porthos that wrong footed her. He was a huge man, with a flashing smile and a deep, sexy laugh and every time he looked at her, she felt her body react to him like it did to no other man. She and Flora had spent many hours talking about him, and imagining what he would be like in bed – they both decided that he would be amazing.

A few weeks before, Norah had been walking to the Tavern in the rain, when he pulled up in his carriage. He had been to pick up supplies. He leant down and offered her a lift. She accepted, nervously. He had chatted to her on the journey but she had been distracted by his masculine smell and the closeness between them. Since then, he had become an obsession for her. She didn’t think he would really notice her though.

“Evening, Norah” he said.

“Evening” she smiled, blushing red to the very roots of her hair. “Usual?”

“Of course” he grinned

“So, err, what are you doing here tonight? Are your friends not with you?” Norah tried desperately to engage him in casual chat.

Porthos grinned. “No they are on duty, except D’Artagnan, and I have no idea where he goes when he is off duty. I was bored, so I thought I would come and see my favourite wench.”

Norah blushed even deeper and smiled shyly at him. He really was incredibly attractive but she was wary of him, because he had a reputation with the ladies.

“Why don’t you come over here and join me – in fact, get yourself a drink” Porthos gestured towards the chairs by the fire. Norah, heart pounding, did as he suggested.

They chatted for a while, the conversation mainly from Porthos. Norah smiled and nodded in the right places while her mind went into overtime. She could see him, his face reflecting the firelight. She started to feel heat building between her thighs and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Suddenly he stopped talking. He had been thinking about Norah for many weeks, but was nervous about approaching her. For a man like Porthos, this was very unusual, but he had realised that, instead of thinking of her just as a wench, he found her very funny and intelligent. He didn’t want to make a pass at her, only for her to reject him.

Norah didn’t know what he was thinking, so she stood up and offered him another drink. He snapped out of his reverie and said he would like one but that he would get it.

He stood up, but being a little distracted, dropped his tankard. Norah stood up to pick it up at the same time that Porthos did, and they locked eyes.

Suddenly it seemed like time had stood still. He looked deeper into her eyes and kissed her. She kissed him back enthusiastically, running her hands through his thick hair. She could feel herself getting wet already and also could feel Porthos’ erection begin to stir through his breeches.
She moved her hand down to caress his erection, making him gasp with delight. His hands stroked her breasts through her shift, hardening her nipples. She moaned as he ran his tongue up her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. Norah was more turned on than she had ever been and her only thought was of Porthos and her need for him.

Suddenly, they heard a noise. Norah turned to see Flora coming into the Tavern. “Oh... Sorry... I just came back as I had forgotten something.” It was difficult to know who was the most embarrassed.

Norah was so turned on that her mind was working overtime. “Why don’t you join us. I’m sure Porthos won’t mind!”

She glanced over at Porthos, who seemed to have lost the power of speech. He grinned at her, which she took as his agreement.

Flora looked at both of them and made her mind up. “Sounds like a great idea” she grinned.

Finally, Porthos’ brain seemed to wake up. “We can’t do it here, anyone could see us. Let’s go back to my quarters, the barracks is deserted for the next few hours”.

Five minutes later, the three of them were at the barracks. As soon as the door had been locked, Porthos sat on the bed to take his boots off. Suddenly Norah leapt on him, kissing him passionately and rubbing herself against his hard groin. Everyone began to disrobe, in between kissing. When Norah and Flora were naked, they lay back on the bed. Porthos stopped undressing for a moment, and gazed at the two beautiful women in front of him. He grinned, not believing his luck.

He removed the last of his clothes and climbed onto the bed. Norah and Flora moved over slightly to give him enough space to lie between them. He began to kiss Norah deeply, relishing the taste of her. He felt Flora's hands moving up the back of his legs, around his butt cheeks and around to his cock. Flora gasped as she felt his hardness, he had a huge cock. She slowly started to stroke his length, making Porthos gasp.

He moved down Norah’s body, stroking and licking her nipples. Norah moaned gently as her nipples hardened. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing. Still licking and sucking her nipples, he ran his hands across her smooth stomach and straight down to her thighs. Norah groaned with frustration but Porthos just smiled. “Plenty of time for that” he grinned.

He moved down the bed and indicated to the wenches to move closer together, which they did with great enthusiasm. Norah started to kiss Flora gently, making her moan with desire. Porthos could feel his cock was getting slick with pre-come. He gently moved Norah’s legs apart and started stroking her clit. She sighed, feeling herself getting even wetter. He licked the wetness from her thighs, before moving up to concentrate on her clit. At the same time, he moved a hand over to Flora's wet pussy and gently ran his fingertips around her wet cleft.

He could hear both women gasping and moaning louder as they both got nearer their orgasms. Norah grabbed the back of his head to increase the intensity of the sensation, and he licked and sucked her clit harder. After a few moments of this, he felt Norah tense and cry out as she crashed over the edge into the best orgasm she had ever experienced. This was swiftly followed by Flora’s scream as she also came onto his clever fingers.

Both women lay back, getting their breath. Porthos moved back up and kissed them both deeply, allowing them to both taste Norah’s juices on his tongue.

After a few minutes, Norah took his hard cock in her hand and started to stroke his length, making him even bigger. She looked him in the eye as she did so, seeing the desire in his face. Flora moved nearer and started to lick the head of his cock, tasting his pre-come and making him gasp. He didn’t know if he could last much longer.

He swore under his breath as he came closer to his climax and Norah and Flora stopped their ministrations and, as if communicating silently, looked into each other’s eyes and kissed again. They heard Porthos groan again as he saw the two beautiful women enjoying each other.

Suddenly Norah broke off the kiss and straddled Porthos. She took his cock in her hand again, and with a smooth movement, took his entire length inside her. She stayed still for a moment, relishing the feel of his huge length in her. She slowly started to move up and down, her juices mixing with his pre-come and her muscles gently squeezing his length. Porthos took her gorgeous breasts into his huge hands and leant forward so that he could lick her hard nipples. He had a reputation for being a ladies man but he had never experienced anything this good. Meanwhile, Flora was running her tongue around the area of his neck under his ear, which was a secret kink he had never told anyone about.

Norah’s pace increased and Porthos rolled her over so that he was on top. He started to thrust into her harder, relishing the feel of her beautiful cunt opening and closing around him like a gorgeous flower. Flora positioned herself so she could lick his balls. The rush of sensations became too much for him and, with a final hard thrust, both he and Norah cried out as they came together.

They fell back against the pillows again. “What about me?” Flora asked, grinning at them both.

“Demanding wenches” Porthos laughed. “I think I have got more than I bargained for with you two!” Despite his words, he was rapidly hardening again.

He started to stroke her clit again. Flora was so wet from his ministrations and seeing her two lovers enjoying each other that she was very close to coming. Not wanting to prolong her frustration any further, Porthos moved up her body, nibbling and kissing her. Slowly, he slid his cock into her depths. She was so very wet and was now begging him to make her come. He set up a steady rhythm, causing the sensations to mount in her. Her breath got shorter as she came closer.

“Come for me Flora” he whispered in her ear. His words sent her over the edge. Her body arched and she cried out, calling his name. He kept thrusting into her during her long orgasm until, to his own surprise, he came inside her.

Eventually he rolled off her and lay back. Norah and Flora both put their heads on his chest and snuggled into him. He stroked their hair and, very soon, they all fell into an exhausted sleep.

" then gasped in shock as he put each finger and his thumb in his mouth one by one sucking them clean" - the dirty dog .

Ooooof.

I can soooooo see him doing that bit.

Comtess that very line was what 'did' for me when I reviewed that scene when SF was writing it. As you say - you can just see him doing that.

Fuckinell.

Observations:

I very much like the verb 'to fuck' as in 'using his fingers to fuck her'.

Also, 'come for me Flora' works for me far better Liv .

When's the next bit Spaniel?

it's around about now I started GMyselfTRH writing.

liv you lovely sausage you didn't need to do that! Nawwwwww. The funny thing is, I actually would say to Flora 'do you want to join us?' But only because I was a bit embarrassed into being polite, and meaning it in totally different way from that.
Although I think Flora would totes take it that way the dutty minx

Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh.

Well done all porn wenches. Very well done. esp the araporn ones

Amazing work you filthy wenches

In my head that's Athos and not Aramis

I'm off to bed to have a think about that finger lickin' good bit.

Ooh SF, very hot, very hot indeed. All that having to be quiet, whispering in her ear & biting down on his coat - all the time being pressed up against the carriage ooffff . And all the eye contact, gets me every time.

Now if Little Chef put that on the menu they'd have the travel stop market sewn up, fuck all that Heston Blumenthal makeover bollocks.

#disappointed at no porridge porn

It seemed that one city smelt as bad as any other to Jeanne and that they all had the scrawny starving children begging for scraps. Jeanne was carried through the narrow streets in a sedan chair, the Musketeers still on horseback. Night was falling and it was important they get to their lodgings before it got dark.
“This is where we stay tonight.” George told them. “Early up in the morning, bathe and clean clothes ready for court tomorrow.” He approached the landlord, slipped him some coins and a note.
“Good night.” He nodded, turning to follow the servant carrying his bag to his room.
“This way my Lady” A maid said curtsying to Jeanne. Almost forgetting herself, Jeanne started to open her mouth to correct her, but Athos stepped forward, bowed at her and wished her a good night. The others also did the same, although Aramis made sure never to lose eye contact with her, watching as she made her way upstairs.
“You were giving her the stare!” Exclaimed Porthos, laughing and clapping his hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Aramis” Athos chided him gently, shaking his head slightly in exasperation before going to the bar and ordering himself some wine. D’Artagnan laughed out loud and joined Athos.
Porthos and Aramis went to take their bags up to their own room.
“You know you shouldn’t…”
“I know.” Sighed Aramis, making sure the door was shut and wandering over to push on the bed and check the blankets for fleas. Satisfied, he sat on the bed nearest the window. Porthos did the same and sat on the bed opposite him, waiting for him to continue.
“She needs to have her wits about her you know? Doesn’t need her to have her head full of you.” He continued when he saw Aramis was going to remain silent. Aramis looked at his friend and nodded.
“I just…she…” He stuttered. Porthos frowned a little.
“And you need your head on straight. You’ve got to stop this... we need to get the Lady Eliza and be on our way. Then…maybe…” He said gently. Aramis smiled slightly, but nodded.
“Of course, the sooner it is done the better. And then you can leave, my friend.” He agreed. Porthos shot him a look that showed he didn’t particularly believe him, but was satisfied.

As promised, a maid was sent to help Jeanne dress for the visit to court. She remained in her room until sent for, having eaten a little but feeling too nervous to manage any more than a couple of bites. A little later than expected, there came the knock on the door, Athos had come to escort her down to the sedan where she would ride with George to the palace.
“With any luck we will be given better lodgings than these” George told her as they were carried through the streets. “These aren’t too bad for a night when you are travelling, but any longer and it starts to look a bit, well. Common.” He nodded out the window, clearly forgetting that he was with a Baker’s daughter.
It seemed to Jeanne that the closer they got to the Palace, the less the air seemed to smell, the voices changed too and she heard more French being spoken. They stopped moving, and George nodded at her before climbing out and turning to help her out. Still holding her hand up in order to lead her in they walked through the doors and into the halls.
They went to a large richly decorated room.
“Wait here.” George instructed, nodding at Athos, who stood further back with the others. Jeanne was guided to a seat and also told to wait. As he approached the large ornate doors, the guards bowed and opened them for him. Jeanne waited until they’d closed behind him before turning to the Musketeers. But they were stood to attention and determinedly not looking at her as was befitting their status as body guards for George and then, on the way home, Eliza.
Sighing, she turned back and studied the paintings around them, until after some time George returned and inclining his head politely, held out his arm for Jeanne to take, nodding at the Musketeers and then took them all in.
Jeanne thought her legs wouldn’t hold her and froze for a fraction of a second as they approached the family standing next to a man, dressed in such finery he could only be the Prince of Wales.
George squeezed her hand slightly to encourage her and as they reached the group, the Lady gasped aloud.
Everyone turned to look at her in surprise, but she was smiling and had crossed the distance to get to Jeanne and after kissing her on both cheeks, held her hands and studied her.
“You look just like your mother” she exclaimed. “You even have her eyes, I knew I was right to send for you.” The Prince raised an eyebrow, but smiled. He looked over the women at the Musketeers and, having looked over them, dismissed them.
“Come Buckingham” he said to George. “I believe you have something for me”
“Indeed sire.” George nodded and they walked away from Jeanne, talking in hushed tones.
“Meet my husband my dear.” Jeanne allowed herself to be led over and curtsied politely, keeping her head down. Barely interested in her, he inclined his head and walked off, muttering about it being women’s business.
“Pay no attention” Lady Isabelle reassured her. “He feels as though he has lost our daughter as opposed to her having made a good marriage, after all, she is the youngest.” Jeanne smiled at Eliza, who looked as though she’d quite like the ground to swallow her up.
“Eliza, this is Jeanne - the daughter of my oldest friend. Come, both of you. We have a lot to talk about.”
Casting a longing glance back at the Musketeers she followed the women out to the gardens.

OMC!!!!! ....budge up Comtess

It's bloody hot in here, have we got the heating on?

This is HOT HOT HOT!!!

Liv, SF how are you so prolific, I am a strange combination of aroused and jealous

Jeanne tried not to fidget with the lace that kept tickling her neck. It wouldn’t do to draw attention to herself she knew. She’d only just managed to find some peace after being questioned endlessly by both Lady Isabelle and Eliza.
She was near the back of the great hall. Managing to edge around an enormous pillar and standing next to the heavy velvet curtain, she was almost invisible from where Lady Isabelle and Eliza stood talking to the Prince of Wales.
She felt him approach her, the smell of his leather coat making her heat beat faster.
“How is it going?” he spoke into her ear. He kept his face near hers and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as his breath whispered across her skin. He was so close she could feel the warmth of his skin and instinctively turned towards him so she could breathe in the scent of it. Aramis found her temple against his nose and briefly closed his eyes and leant into her.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you” he whispered against her skin, biting her earlobe just hard enough to make her open her eyes in surprise.
They both froze; she gulped and blushed, her eyes fixed ahead and he cursed himself. He hadn’t meant to say it like that – at least not out loud. Not yet anyway…
“I…er...” he stammered, ashamed and took a small step away to stand next to her. He looked round to try and read her expression.
She slid her eyes towards him, raised an eyebrow then resumed looking forward, but Aramis saw the glint in her eye and the smirk that played at the corner of her mouth and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
They stood together for a few minutes as more people, noisier than before came in and across the other end of the great hall, Jeanne and Aramis were forgotten.
Stepping back lightly so she was completely hidden, she took his hand and swallowed nervously. His dark eyes widened as he stepped towards her, a smile on his lips and in one fluid motion pulled her against him and descended upon her mouth with his own. There was no teasing gentleness this time, it felt to Jeanne as if he wanted to crush her against him, his cock was already hard against her hip and his hands held her face as he kissed her so intensely it was almost too rough.
But he was an expert and despite his own desire threatening to overwhelm him he kept himself in check and he managed to make it the most erotic thing she had experienced,
A small sound escaped her as she returned the kiss as deeply and passionately as it was given, her hands on his shoulders and hoping her knees would hold her up. Reluctantly she broke away.
“I need to see when they are ready to leave” She murmured against his lips as they continued to play with hers, gently now, sending shocks of desire shooting through her. He nodded and as he swirled his tongue down her neck, he turned them both so that he was behind her and she was able to keep an eye out for Lady Isabelle.
Gasping at the mix of sensations on her neck and collar bone caused by his mouth and beard she put her hands on the pillar in front of her for support.
Aramis slid a hand up her skirts, a tricky feat but as Jeanne wryly acknowledged, well-practiced as he pulled off a glove with his teeth, he slid his fingers round her thigh and began to slip them in and out of her, breathing slightly harder into her hair as he felt how wet she was. Circling her with a slow, purposeful thumb he reminded her of the promise he made to her by the carriage.
Whimpering slightly. Jeanne nodded and reached round to stroke his cock through his leather breeches. Aramis let out a low quiet groan against her neck. Shaky and breathing heavily he put her hand back on the pillar and undid the buttons in his breeches.
His fingers and thumb increased in speed and pressure, causing Jeanne to bite her lip and her knees buckled a little.
“Hush” Aramis whispered in her ear, leaning against her as he raised her skirts and pressed his cock against her arse cheeks
“It’s good you’re so tall” he teased guiding it into her, “No awkward angles” Jeanne pressed her head into the cool marble pillar in front of her and bit her lip again as he thrust himself in harder.
Holding one of her hips in his hand and continuing to use the other on her clit he thrust himself into her harder and faster, his breath hot and heavy on her cheek, occasionally bending to bite the lace of her dress to stifle a groan as it escaped him. Jeanne pushed her hips back into him, trying to get him deeper into her, then leant her head back against him, eyes unfocussed as she looked towards the ornate ceiling. He braced himself against the pillar with one of his hands and continued to fuck her, losing his cool demeanor as she unconsciously gasped aloud and started to shake. Holding onto her around her throat and mouth he felt her bite down on one of his still gloved fingers as she came, hard and fast, grinding against his hips and circling fingers.
Flushed and trembling she leant forward against the pillar again, meeting his thrusts until finally, uttering obscenities in her ear he too came.
Grinning at her, he did his breeches back up, and put his glove back on. His skin was flushed, as was hers she supposed and his hair was a mess, but his eyes shone as he watched her tidy herself up.

OhmyfuckingGod.

OhmyfuckingGod!

Jeeeeeesus!

That is my favourite so far BY A LONG SHOT. SF you are a porn genius

OMG did they just shag in a roomful of people!!! That is genius

Well, sort of it's one of those biiiiig rooms with pillars and shit. Not actual shit mind.
Because that's weird.

Gosh!

I was pretty much gone the moment he talked quietly in her ear right at the start . I'd give you a standing ovation sf, but I'm feeling a little lightheaded now.

Hells bells! Oh aramis!

Blardy hell. Well done sf!

I TOLD YOU

OMFG.

Oooooof.

Um.

Oh.

Ooof

Unf.

UNG.

.

I really enjoyed that.

Lifts blouse a bit to get the air through.

.

I am now in very high spirits, purely on joy not alcohol.

This has made my mood shoot sky high.

I'm going to be forced to go and wake MrC up.. And whisper that ^ phrase in his ear and see what happens .

Sorry for oversharing.

SF - more, more, more.

By the time she was needed again, Jeanne was almost asleep.
“Forgive me” Lady Isabelle smiled “there is so much that still needs to be arranged. Will you stay with us tonight?” Jeanne’s heart sank, she had hoped to return with the Musketeers to the inn. Lady Isabelle followed her quick glance and saw the Musketeers had returned and were once again standing a little apart from the others, backs straight and eyes respectfully unfocussed.
“My dear, it might be better if you were to set your sights a little higher.” She confided kindly. Jeanne looked at her, after all she was only a baker’s daughter. Lady Isabelle blushed slightly, but nodded. “If you wanted, you could return here and stay with us. I’m sure a good match could be found for you.”
Jeanne smiled and nodded, thanking her for the kind offer, knowing deep down that it wouldn’t do to dismiss it. But she couldn’t help casting a glance at Aramis, who was gazing impassively at the ceiling, apparently not hearing the conversation.
George approached them and bowed his head politely.
“I wonder. Will you stay on with Lady Eliza in Paris?” he asked. Jeanne was confused. “It would be useful if you did.” He continued. Jeanne flashed a look at Lady Isabelle who nodded and smiled.
“I know it would put our minds at ease knowing she had someone whom she could trust.” She agreed.
“Perhaps” she replied, unsure of her future. She curtseyed as Lady Isabelle went to speak to her husband.
He nodded. “Do think about it, you could be most useful traveling with the Ambassador and his wife.” He gave her a significant look.
“Perhaps” Jeanne repeated and smiled slightly at him, before curtseying and going to find Lady Isabelle to ask her if she was needed any further that day.
“You have decided to return to the Inn I presume” Lady Isabelle was unhappy, but bid her a good night anyway.
“We will see you again for lunch?” She asked.
Jeanne nodded, smiling. “Of course, thank you.”
Jeanne sat in thoughtful silence as she rode the sedan chair back to the inn with the Musketeers on horseback alongside her. She wasn’t sure she wanted what could at times be a dangerous life, but it did sound like it would be more exciting than settling for a husband and raising her own family, either in England or France. She chewed her lip thoughtfully.
“My Lady, allow me to escort you to your room” Porthos peered in, grinning at her, holding out a hand to help her out and into the inn. She smiled thankfully up at him, knowing he wouldn’t bother with asking lots of questions.
At the bedroom door, she turned to him,
“What would you do?” she asked. “What would Norah do?”
He took a deep breath, blowing out slowly. “Norah would have said yes and stayed with Lady Eliza in the end.”
Jeanne frowned a little and Porthos laughed, explaining;
“She could have married that cloth merchant, had a dull but pleasant life with a husband who was around for her.” He shrugged, biting back his normal derogatory opinion of the man. Guilt flashed through him as well, Jacques would be with her now…
Jeanne tilted her head, watching his expressions and smiled, reaching up to squeeze his arm reassuringly. He shrugged, there was nothing he could do about it now, but Jeanne saw behind the smile.
“I’m sure she’ll be alright.” He nodded and shrugged again, trying to hide his thoughts.
“Yeah. Probably having a great time” he forced a smile and Jeanne agreed, smiling with him
“I’ll send someone up to help you” he told her. Jeanne thanked him and shut the door.