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.

Yes, that bit. And when he is giving her the stare as he's and then really tries to stop himself by and then tell her he's going to !!!!!

UNF.

You need to post more. I'm teasing myself here

Ooh popcorn....

and chocolate......
I picked the right day for a snuggle

Any rudey bits I this then? Involving a certain handsome officer??

Ok I'm getting a bit needy now.

It was a silent, nerve-wracking journey after Buckingham left, but they got to the inn in good time. Athos sent Porthos and D’Artagnan out straight away to locate the ship they were taking and to confirm there was space for them all.
The return crossing was faster and seemed smoother than the one over. The wind was in the sails and they seemed to fly Jeanne thought. Athos and Aramis still found it too much however, and hung over the side of the boat for most of the journey whilst Porthos and D’Artagnan made it their business to cheer and tease them each time. After that got boring, they sat with Jeanne and Eliza, who this time were able to sit on deck as long as they stayed out of the way.
They docked in Calais with hardly a delay, and as they were rowed to the shore, Porthos’ heart skipped a beat in fear and hope, not long now before he could make his way to Norah. He turned to help row the little boat in, shoving a weary older man out of the way for a breather. Barely waiting for the boat to be tied he’d leapt out and was wading thigh deep across to help pull the boat in and tie it up safely. Athos and Aramis exchanged a look and helping Eliza and Jeanne off the boat, hung back.
After a short delay, they made their way on foot to the inn where they would be staying before leaving for Paris the next day and deposited their bags in their rooms. Jeanne helped Eliza freshen up for supper whilst Athos was still trying to arrange the safe storage of the cart that carried Eliza’s belongings.
He returned to the Inn, and stopped short in surprise at the familiar sight of Treville’s back as he spoke to the inn keeper. He quickly regaining his composure as she nodded at him and Treville turned. Athos swallowed, worried as Treville approached him, looking exhausted and filthy and asked for the nearest well, where he washed his hands and face before eating. Athos felt his eye twitch in impatience but knew not to rush him, Treville would tell him why he was here soon enough.
He declined a bowl of soup and sat opposite Treville and waited. Treville didn’t keep him long, after a couple of mouthfuls he handed over the letter Kate had sent him. Athos’ heart soared even as his stomach plummeted. Kate had agreed she would only send a message if something had happened to herself or Norah. It didn’t take him long to read and he put it carefully on the table, “Porthos…” He muttered, feeling numb.
Treville grimaced a little.
“He can leave at dawn. I have arranged horses and lodgings for him” it was all that could be done for him.
Athos nodded grimly. The two men sat in silence as Treville finished eating.
“So the letter has been passed on?” Treville asked him. “You’re sure?”
Athos shrugged and swallowed down his wine. “As far as I know. “ Jeanne says she overheard them mentioning it so…?” Treville nodded, “Oh, I was given these to pass on.” Reaching into his jacket he passed Treville the letters George had entrusted to him.
“Speaking of whom, is Aramis behaving as is expected of a king’s musketeer on official business?” Athos raised an eyebrow briefly and shrugged a shoulder. Treville nodded. “Hmmmm” he grumbled disapprovingly.

Darting a look at both D’Artagnan and Aramis as they went arrived for their supper, Athos went up to their room.
Porthos looked up at him and froze as he saw Athos’ face and looked down at the letter in his hands.
“Who’s that from then?” He asked.
“Kate”.” Athos swallowed and sat on his bed. Barely controlling his hands he opened the letter; and passed it to Porthos.
Porthos hesitated before taking it and going to sit on his own bed, his back to Athos. He stared at the letter and briefly closed his eyes in a quick silent prayer before reading it.

Downstairs Jeanne went to sit with Aramis and D’Artagnan and they all chatted as they ate.

“Treville?” Aramis exclaimed in surprise. Treville joined them with a brief nod by way of a greeting, but before he could speak to them, there was the sound of banging overhead. The entire Inn fell silent and they all listened as something else crashed upstairs. Aramis ran up, barely beating D’Artagnan to the door and saw Porthos sitting on his bed, head in his hands. D’Artagnan’s bed had been overturned and the chest of drawers had been shoved so hard against the opposite wall it had broken. Getting up suddenly, he thrust the letter at Aramis and shouted that he should be there…that he’d known coming was wrong. That he should never have left her.
Then he collapsed back onto the bed and was silent, dragging his hands through his hair and rocking slightly, knowing, there or not, there was nothing he could do.
Swallowing hard, Aramis read the letter. Lost for words he looked up at Treville who had appeared at the door pale and drawn, looking exhausted. Guilt was there too, Aramis could see
“Captain…it isn’t…you couldn’t have known…” he trailed off. They all looked towards Porthos who had started groaning, scared and helpless. D’Artagnan read the letter, passed it to Jeanne and looked at Aramis, confused. Aramis shook his head, worry in his eyes.
Reading the note, Jeanne gasped. She knew women who died or nearly died from just having one; two were as good as a death sentence to most. Aramis put an arm around her. Jeanne turned into him and he held her - her own mother had nearly died giving birth to her younger siblings.
“It’s not good.” He said, swallowing hard. “But she’s strong and, well, stubborn. If anyone can do this, she can. She’s been through worse than this” he reminded everyone, hoping to sound convincing.
Holding up a hand to quiet them, Treville told Porthos he could leave at dawn, giving him a letter that bore the seal of the Musketeers that carried instructions that the bearer be given food and lodgings and a fresh horse as required. But Porthos shook his head and picking up his bag went off with the letter to find the best, fastest horse he could find, determined not to wait any longer than he had to.
Aramis followed him out, glad for the cloudless night and that the moon was almost full. “Safe journey my friend.” Aramis smiled at him. Porthos gave him a slight smile as he secured his bag. The others came out and Jeanne passed him some bread and cheese and hugged him. The horse, picking up on Porthos’ mood stamped its feet impatiently, wanting to be off as much as he was.
“Make sure you rest and eat at some point” Treville warned him, Porthos, waved his hat at them and trotted off through the streets, thoughts racing ahead of him as he started off through the night.

It had been awkward at first. All of Athos’ lovers in the same house, unwilling to leave in case Norah needed them. They had decided early on not to tell Norah about the letter sent to Treville, but every now and then, when she felt particularly low they’d have to listen to her panic and fret and wish desperately for him to be there.
Lady Bea often sat with her on the early mornings despite not being particularly fond of dawn whilst Norah embroidered and finished off her blankets and clothes in the cool light having been gripped by a sudden panic that there wasn’t enough; Kate would disappear out to the stables to check on the horses before returning to walk Norah to the rose garden and back whilst all the time both of them would be wondering when Comtesse would finally get up.
Around lunchtime each day, Comtesse would appear and would make Norah laugh as she ate, something which they were all grateful for and so Bea and Kate grudgingly allowed Comtesse the luxury of her lie-ins.

One afternoon they were once again opening up, checking and refolding the baby things, once again ooh-ing and aaah-ing over them. Norah wanted to have two piles ready and had gone through it all several times already. The other three were beginning to tire of this however and would often ask Norah if she would like a nap, something to eat or drink, a small walk….anything to stop the constant folding and unfolding.
It was when they caught Norah smirking at them, watching as Lady Bea and Comtesse would pick up what the other had recently folded or smoothed and re-do it, casting sly looks at the other as they did, that they knew they’d been tricked all along and she laughed as they all left shaking their heads to find something else to amuse themselves; Kate with her roses, Lady Bea with her letters to her lovers and Comtesse with the Head Groom.

Today though nothing was in the right place, her room wasn’t tidy or clean enough and Norah felt tired, so very very tired that she wanted to sleep all the time, yet she needing to finish everything, get it just right before…again she pushed the thought of giving birth away. Too late, it had crept into her thoughts and even as she tried to stay calm tears sprang up and she felt sick and dizzy.
“No you don’t” called Bea, getting up to hug her and get her to her bed. Comtesse moved the pillows and blankets so she’d be comfortable.
“Ah, come on Nor, you’ve been through worse than this” She said smiling, yet concern hovered around her eyes. Bea and Comtesse glanced at each other, Sister Térèse and Marie had both come to the conclusion that it would be any day having watched as Norah nested and grew more tired even as she was more restless.
“I just wish...” she gave in, it wouldn’t matter what she wished, and Porthos was away and wouldn’t be back for days. Bea and Comtesse smiled.
“Ah, but it’ll all be over and done with when he gets here. You see.” Bea reassured her. “He’ll come bursting in and you’ll be telling him off for making too much noise and waking the babies” Norah snorted, knowing how likely this was.
“And I doubt even the Sister would dare let anything happen to any of you. Think of the fuss he’d make” Comtesse teased
“There’d be broken furniture I reckon”
“Yes! And smashed plates.” They laughed together and Norah smiled as her friends laughed.

Kate had escaped again, desperate to feel free of the worry and the constant teasing chatter from Bea and Comtesse. They’d turned out to be fine and friendly, the three of them had found a balance and might even be considered friends now, but it was still awkward having them here.
Enjoying the freedom for a short time, Kate returned to the stables and walked back to the house, straight up the stairs, to see Norah, who was gazing out of the window, and greeted her with a smile.
Norah froze, a look of shock and terror on her face. “Norah?” Kate asked worriedly. Norah just looked at her, eyes filling with tears and looked down at the pool of water at her feet.
“Marie!” Kate shouted in panic as Norah grabbed hold of her arm in a vice like grip and doubled over.
“I don’t want to die.”
Kate was lost for words and she forced a smile.
"Quite right too.” Came Marie’s voice as they all came charging in. “Kate didn't manage it and you're certainly not going to with those two to look after."

Whilst Eliza slept off the effects of the voyage across the channel late into the morning, Jeanne went to find Aramis. Her smile broadened when she saw him, back to her, as he sat reading in front of the fire. Checking to make sure that no-one was around, she crept up behind him, planning to get her revenge on him at last.
Bending so her lips brushed his ear, she whispered the same words he’d whispered to her in the great hall, before biting his earlobe – just as he had done. He stiffened and looked up in shock, dropping the book, then he blushed and laughed, twisting round to pull her onto his lap and kiss her.

Jeanne broke the kiss, dragging in great heaving breaths and pulled him up by his hand. Grinning at her he followed and they burst into an empty bedroom, Aramis taking care to lock the door before he turned slowly and looked at her, his eyes dark and glittering with desire and promises.
Jeanne’s own eyes travelled down and widened slightly at the bulge in his trousers and looked up, grinning. He laughed and shook his head as his jacket and belts hit the floor as he strode towards her, followed by his shirt, braces hanging from his hips. She was already loosening the laces of her corset and he helped her off with it, laughing and kissing her until she stood naked before him.
She pushed him away slightly and watched as his eyes took her in, warmth suffusing his skin as he grew harder. Hastily he shoved his breeches down and off, kicked off along with his boots as they kissed, Jeanne pulling him towards the bed as they did, tongues rough against each other’s and hands desperate to touch as much of each other’s bodies as possible.
Jeanne bumped against the bed and it scraped backwards across the floor, knocking an empty candlestick into the floor. She fell onto the bed, laughing up at Aramis who putting a knee one after the other on either side of Jeanne, knelt up over her. Barely letting his body touch her, he held himself over her and kissed her, slowly and sensuously. He teased her lips and tongue with his and let his mouth trail along down her neck.
Jeanne gasped at the flood of desire he inspired by merely kissing her and they kissed and stroked and squeezed until his cock was throbbing and she was desperate to feel it inside her,
Pulling away with difficulty, Aramis smiled wickedly at her, before lowering his head and kissing her stomach and then lower and lower until he reached her clit and began licking, circling, sucking and nibbling until Jeanne arched her back and, shaking and gasping, came.
Aramis knelt up between her legs, beard dark and glistening, and smiled knowingly, his cock desperate for its own release as he watched her recover her breath. He wanted push himself, denying himself that final pleasure until he couldn’t help but fuck her. He swallowed hard as she reached out to him, eyes begging him for more. Running both hands up each thigh he shifted her slightly so that he could see as he slowly, tantalisingly slowly entered her. Jeanne’s hips met him, trying to take him in deeper and harder, but he held back, slowly withdrawing until just the tip of his cock was still in her. He glanced up at her face, her eyes glazed and mouth slightly open as she tried to reach him to pull him in and keep him there, biting her lip in frustration. Their eyes met and they grinned at each other, and he repeated the action, this time watching her face, his breath ragged with the effort of holding back. As he slid in all the way he paused, her unconscious moan causing him to close his eyes and bite his own lip before re-opening them and finding her gaze on his face again.
She tipped her pelvis up and edged him in even deeper and smirked a little in triumph as his eyes lost focus watching as he slid in and then out again, slowly getting faster and harder, unable to hold on anymore
She wrapped her legs round him, trapping him inside her and he let go, his weight on her as he muttered in her ear that he wanted to feel her come around his cock, that he would fuck her until she cried out his name.
Jeanne obliged him with a gasp and a sigh, dragging him into his own orgasm as she pulled her nails along his skin in ecstasy.

JFC. I just had to read each line about 3 times. I think I had my nails dug into my plans as well Oooooofffffffft SF, that was SO good!

Thanks though Mother, for phoning just as she'd bumped against the bed. FFS

PALMS not plans, you fuckwit.

And I told you him watching as he did it would be erm.... effective

Holy fuck, I am dead.

Can't. Breathe.

Couldn't get this thread to load til now . Isn't that the best thing you've pretty much ever read? except it's not Athos the bit they gets me is the bit where he timries to slow it down and not come. UNF.

Poor old Norah tho knowing she's going to be broken in two bu two babies.

Here is the next chapter of The Cardinal's Discovery

The Cardinal's Discovery Part 5

Several weeks went by, and, due to an imminent threat from the Spanish, the lovers were unable to meet. Livia continued to work in the Cardinal's household but rarely saw the Cardinal for more than a few minutes at a time. D'Artagnan was also busy as the Musketeers were on standby in case of war.

Once the political situation has calmed down, the Cardinal turned his attentions back to his two lovers. He was intrigued and delighted with both of them and relished the idea of more fun with them. Neither of them had given the slightest hint of their relationship to anyone else and this was very pleasing to him.

One morning he called Livia in. As she approached his rooms, she was hoping that he might suggest something.

She knocked on the door in the usual way, and at his command, walked into the room.

"You sent for me, Your Eminence?" she said, blushing slightly as she saw him gazing at her with those mesmerising eyes. He had the ability to make her wet just with a look, and it was a credit to her discretion that she was able to hide this.

He smiled at her. "Well my dear, I'm very glad to see you. I have requested the presence of your Musketeer tonight and would like you to attend". His words were formal but his intention was clear.

She nodded, unable to suppress a smile. "Of course Your Eminence" she replied.

He beckoned for her to walk around to his side of the desk.

She couldn't stop herself blushing now. Damn him, he had such an effect on her.

The Cardinal saw her discomfort and was amused by it. For someone who was so open to everything in the bedroom, she was quite shy out of it, which he found strangely endearing.

He stood up and took her face in his hands. Looking deep into her eyes, he kissed her deeply, feeling her melt against him. He put a hand on her breast, feeling her nipple harden at his touch.

He sat back onto his chair, pulling her down onto his lap, still kissing her. By now, they were both incredibly turned on. His skilled hands stroked her legs, moving closer to her wetness each time. She moaned at his touch, and began to move against his hard cock which was straining at his breeches.

Slowly he pushed one long finger into her depths, making her gasp. Then, with his fingers working her wet cunt, his thumb rubbed her clit. She was so responsive to him, and this delighted him too. He was an intelligent, if cynical, man who knew that the majority of his previous lovers had been untrustworthy and interested in the benefits of sleeping with the second most powerful man in France. Livia however was different. She was interested in him as a man.

By now, Livia was breathing heavily and her head fell back, eyes closed, as the Cardinal's touch made her wetter than ever. He increased the pressure on her clit until he felt that she was very near her climax, then removed his hand. She looked at him, startled, and he slowly licked her juices off his fingers.

"Later, my dear" he smiled. "Come back to my quarters at nine o'clock tonight".

She groaned with frustration but stood up, straightening her clothing. The fact that he could bring her to the peak of orgasm and then stop was something that frustrated and delighted her in equal measures.

Meanwhile D'Artagnan had received his message. He sent a message confirming his attendance and tried to get on with his duties. The day seemed to go so slowly as he was distracted by thoughts of Livia and the Cardinal.

Eventually the time came for him to attend the Cardinal's quarters. She was slightly late and when she arrived, the two men were sat in the bedroom drinking wine and talking.

"I'm sorry I'm late" she said.

"We were about to start without you" D'Artagnan joked.

The thought of this sent a thrill through Livia and her pupils dilated. Both men saw her reaction and smiled, having the same thought.

"I think our wench should be punished for being late" the Cardinal smiled. "Take off your clothes and sit in that chair" he ordered her. "You will not join us until we say that you may".

She did as she was told, wondering what the Cardinal was going to do.

He leant over and kissed D'Artagnan. D'Artagnan began to remove his clothes and those of the Cardinal. The two of them kissed and caressed each other, and fell back onto the bed, naked and aroused.

Livia desperately wanted to join them but knew that if she did so, or even touched herself, before they had given her permission, the Cardinal would make her wait even longer.

D'Artagnan looked up and saw how aroused Livia was already. Her nipples were hard and he could see the wetness between her thighs. He grinned at her, delighted that they were having this effect on her without even touching her.

The Cardinal moved around until he was kneeling on the floor in front of D'Artagnan. He began to stroke D'Artagnan's hard cock, making the younger man groan with delight. He dipped his head and began flicking his tongue around the end. Then he suddenly took the entire length in his mouth and began to suck his hardness.

This was too much for Livia and she started to beg the men to join them. The Cardinal decided that she had been 'punished' enough and relented. He stood up and indicated for her to lie on the bed. D'Artagnan started licking her hard nipples. She gasped at the sensation. Her encounter with the Cardinal that morning, coupled with watching her lovers enjoying each other, already had her on the edge.

The Cardinal gently pushed her thighs further apart and began licking her juices from her thighs, moving further up until he reached her clit. She moaned loudly as his tongue began to explore her depths. She was so wet that he sensed she wasn't far from orgasm.

He slid his hard cock into her. He started fucking her slowly and deeply, setting up a delicious rhythm that was deliberately designed to push her near to the edge but not quite over it.

Meanwhile, D'Artagnan picked up the bottle of lubrication and stroked some onto his own hard cock. He caressed the Cardinal's arse, before slowly entering him. The Cardinal groaned at the sensation of having a cock inside him whilst he fucked Livia.

The three lovers found a satisfying rhythm. Livia was more aroused than she had ever been, watching both of her lovers on top of her, and seeing the Cardinal being fucked by D'Artagnan whilst the Cardinal's cock was sending her closer and closer to the edge.

She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her entire body and whilst she was coming, the Cardinal cried out with his own orgasm. A moment later D'Artagnan gave one final thrust into the Cardinal's ass and also came loudly.

The three of them fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

Ooh, well done liv, that bumsex scene was ok. not because of you mind, because of the bumsex IySWIM.

I love that out of 3/4 posts the only thing wenches read was rudey sexytimes.
Except comtess. She is my favourite.

That Cardinal is a tease livia, has he been taking lessons from sf & comtess? .

I do read the other bits norah, just couldn't form a coherent comment!

It's not to the standard of SF