Tavington & The Witch

Sorry for the delay - between other comitments and illness my writing has been pushed to the back burner. I hope to complete this fic in the next few days - most of it is written but in need of editing.

~*~ HK ~*~

Chapter 6

‘Please, you are hurting me.’

‘Really?’ he almost laughed.

‘Yes, please, I swear I have not done anything to you’ he gripped her throat tighter ‘I swear’ she choked.

‘Do not act innocent witch!’ he hissed, running his free hand up her leg and raising her nightgown, as he spoke ‘The wounded virgin act really does not become you.’

He pulled his knife from his boot and slipped the blade beneath the nightgown between her breasts, drawing the blade downwards, slicing the nightgown from her body.

Rebecca tried to keep herself covered by the torn garment, but he took her hands, pinning her to the table and unable to move. Leaning over her he traced a line of kisses along her collarbone and up her neck. Rebecca bit her lip and sighed, her mind screaming for him to stop, but her body craving his touch. She was torn, how could she despise and yet want him at the same time?

Tavington relished the feeling of her struggling beneath him. He had taken more women than he could count over the years and was well aware of the affect he had on women. He enjoyed the ones who wanted him, and he enjoyed the ones he had taken against their will. But Rebecca wanted him and yet tried to fight this desire, and he was determined to unlock this – he wanted to hear her scream, but most of all he wanted to hear her scream his name as her body writhed with desire beneath his.

A sharp rap on the door caused an interruption for which Rebecca was immensely relieved. Tavington turned towards the door and shouted ‘I gave orders not to be disturbed’ a muffled voice came from the other side of the door ‘apologies Colonel, but a rider just arrived with a dispatch from General Cornwallis’. ‘That damn man’ he muttered before adjusting his own clothing and leaving the room without a backward glance.

Once he had left the room Rebecca stood up and tried to pull the remnants of the nightgown around her, but the garment was beyond repair. Wandering around the room Rebecca opened and closed closets and drawers searching for something to wear. Finally she found another nightgown similar to one Tavington had destroyed. Slipping it over her head she went to sit by the fire, tucking her legs beneath the long nightgown, the warmth of the fire making her drowsy.

As she was falling asleep she was staring into the flames, watching them dance and flicker, just as sleep was to claim her she found she was standing in a forest, she could feel the grass beneath her bare feet and smell the earthy scent of the forest. Ahead of where she was standing she saw a woman picking flowers, walking closer the woman heard Rebecca approaching, turning she smiled at the approaching woman. ‘Rebecca, my child’.

‘Mother’ the women embraced.

‘You look well daughter’

‘I am well …’ Rebecca faltered.

‘What ails you child?’

‘A man, he is a despicable beast of a man, but I feel drawn to him’.

‘You are drawn to him because he is the one, he is the one who will father your daughter.’ She smiled.

‘But this man, he is evil, he has no soul.’ Rebecca cried.

‘He has a soul, but it has been damaged by things I have no place to tell you, when the time is right he will share his past with you. But he is not heartless, this is the only way he knows how to survive, beneath this façade there is a kind heart – he just has never trusted or cared enough to show it.’

‘I cannot lay with this man, there must be another.’

‘Rebecca, my child, there is no other, he is the one, and you know this. Do you not feel it in your heart and soul?’

‘Yes, but…’

‘You should look beyond his actions and look into his heart. Does this man really repulse you so?’

‘No, not repulse.’ Rebecca blushed.

‘So you see, your body wants this man, as does yours heart and soul, why are you letting your head overrule everything else?’

‘I am just afraid’ Rebecca whispered.

‘Afraid of what?’ a masculine voice shook Rebecca from her reverie.

‘I was talking to my …’ she blinked as she looked around the room; she was still here and had never left.

‘To your?’ Tavington sank into the seat opposite her, tilting his head to one side questioningly.

‘You would not understand’

‘That you talk to yourself? I think I understand that pretty well’ he sneered.

Rebecca hugged her knees towards her chest, shivering in the now cooler room; she glanced at the fire and saw that it is almost burned down. Tavington watched her in the dimming firelight before standing and adding more wood to the fire. As he crouched near her Rebecca fought the urge to reach out to him, she wanted to touch him or have him touch her, without realising it she sighed quietly.

‘You should go to bed’ He instructed ‘you would be warmer there.’

Before she could think of an answer she felt her body twitch and she knew she hoped he would join her there. Rebecca felt like shaking herself, why did she have the urge to act like the pathetic simpering woman she had seen in the town. She knew then that she would not be his victim; she would not be taken, right then she knew she had to make the first move …

As he sat back into the chair he looked weary, the message from General Cornwallis must have been yet more bad news, in some ways she felt sorry for him, he had the weight of this war on his shoulders – it was as though he felt it would be upon him that the war could be won or lost. He sighed and closed his eyes laying his head against the back of the chair. Rebecca saw his eyes close and took this opportunity to let her eyes roam down his body; his shirt was crumpled and she wondered what he would look like beneath it, moving lower she chewed her bottom lip as she ran her eyes over the tight fabric of his beeches ‘enjoying the view?’ he asked.

‘I was just thinking …’ Rebecca fought the blush that threatened to colour her cheeks.

‘Thinking? Really? Please do elaborate …’ he was laughing at her and she knew it, fighting back the urge to fight with him or to just ignore him she chose to shock him instead, she would respond to his mean spirit with an act of kindness…

‘Colonel, are your feet not sore wearing boots all day?’

Tavington was amazed, he knew she was up to something, he could tell, but he decided to play along and see where this would lead. He was expecting her to try to make another attempt at escaping and he was intending to punish her for this by taking her to his bed, but this, he mused could prove interesting ‘They do tend to ache by the evening’ he replied.

‘That’s why I tend to stay barefoot most of the time’ she smiled ‘might I do something to help?’ She asked.

He looked puzzled but agreed and called for a servant to get her some items she asked for from the kitchen:

A large bowl, a jug of hot water, jug of goat’s milk, a cup of oatmeal, a muslin cloth, some corn oil, and some peppermint leaves, some lavender and a pestle and mortar.

Tavington looked bemused by the items she had requested. When these items were brought up to the room she poured him a large brandy from the decanter on the table and handed this to him, placing the items she had requested by his feet and kneeling in front of him.
He sat back sipping his brandy as she gently removed his boots and stockings. His feet did look somewhat sore and inflamed. Rebecca looked up at the man before her and felt as though she was looking at him anew. He must have a strong mind and sense of duty, she pondered, a weaker man would show pain but not this one.

She poured the hot water into the bowl and cooled it by pouring the goats milk into the hot water. Placing the oatmeal into the muslin cloth she tied it up before placing this package into the bowl also. After testing the temperature she lifted his feet into the water leaving his feet so soak for a little while she sat back and watched him sipping his brandy.

He had strong aristocratic features he did not of the harsh features of a working man or a soldier, she saw him as more of a man of leisure, sitting around wearing fine clothes and ordering others to do work for him. His eyes, and piercing icy blue at first glance looked cold, but behind them she saw pain and hurt, but most of all anger. She understood now where his reputation came from; this man would achieve his goals at any cost.

She raised the muslin bag out of the bowl and gently squeezed the water from the oatmeal and stirred the infused water around before massaging each foot in turn with the damp oatmeal filled muslin. Above her she heard him sigh gently, placing both his feet back into the water she glanced up at him, her eyes settling on his lips. He had full, sensual and perfectly shaped lips.

Tavington smiled when he heard her breath catching her throat. He was aware of the effect he had on women. Putting down his glass he reached up and started to unbraid his hair letting it fall loosely over his shoulders. Rebecca bit her lip as she watched him, his hair now loose she imagined running her fingers through it and wondered how his lips would feel against hers.

Trying to take her mind off the thought she concentrated on the job at hand. Lowering her head she let her hair fall forward to hide her flushed cheeks. Removing each foot from the bowl and drying it lightly. Tavington watched her working, her touch was so gentle yet firm. He watched as she moved, the light from the fire behind her showed the outline of her body beneath the nightdress. Of course he had already seen her naked and yet to see her this way was so alluring, it was as though he knew what was underneath that he knew he could not touch.

Rebecca poured a little oil into the pestle and mortar and then roughly tore up some of the mint leaves and lavender. The scent of peppermint permeated the air as she added these leaves to the oil and ground them together. Once happy with this mixture she massaged it into his feet, working it firmly into his skin. Tavington leant back in the chair feeling his entire body relaxing as she firmly worked the peppermint and lavender oil into his skin. The peppermint making his feet feel cold as it soaked into his skin, the aroma building as it was warmed in her hands the lavender making him feel relaxed and rested.

When she had finished she sat back on her heels ‘there is still plenty oil left, do you need me to massage anywhere else?’ she asked. Part of his mind wanted to show her exactly where he wanted to feel her hands on his body, but he resisted the temptation and just said he had a stiff neck and shoulders. ‘Would you like me to assist with that also?’

‘If it will feel as good as my feet do now I would like that.’

She stood and walked over to the bed ‘You need to lie down and, I need you to remove your shirt if you do not mind.’

He walked over to the bed and stood in front of her, he was slightly taller than her and her eyes fell level with his chest. He loosened the shirt from his breeches and pulled it over his head baring his chest before her eyes. ‘How do you want me?’ he challenged.

Rebecca blushed and was tempted to tell him but instead she said ‘if you lie on your front I can massage your shoulders and neck.’

He raised one eyebrow and smiled as he turned to lie on the bed ‘as you wish.’

Once he was laying facedown on the bed Rebecca looked down at his strong broad shoulders and ran her eyes down his back and over his buttocks which was snugly caged inside his tight breeches. ‘Do you like what you see?’ He asked with a smirk. Rebecca felt her entire body flush and she held her breath as she tried to steady herself. ‘What is it about this man?’ she thought herself ‘why does he shake me to my core and cause my heart to race?’ her inner voice gave her the answer she did not wish to acknowledge … ‘he’s the one.’

She tried to shake such thoughts from her mind as she placed the oil, peppermint and lavender mixture by the bed. ‘I need to climb onto the bed in order to reach your shoulders’ she said in a half whisper. ‘Be my guest’ he drawled.

Gently climbing onto the bed beside him she moved his hair to one side fighting the desire to wrap her fingers in his hair and press it to her cheek. Warming some of the oil in her hands before placing her palms onto his shoulders and running them over his taught flesh, pressing her fingers into the knots in his muscles causing him to moan lightly ‘sorry’ she said ‘is that too hard?’

‘No’ he replied, ‘but something else soon will be’ he said to himself.

Continuing her ministrations she firmly worked her thumbs into his shoulders gradually feeling the muscles relaxing. Without thinking and realising what she was doing Rebecca climbed over him so that she was straddling his waist, from this position she was able to lean forward and really work the tension out of his shoulders and neck. Tavington, who had closed his eyes, opened them with a start, stifling a groan as the felt a familiar ache growing in his groin. His mind and body were in turmoil the massage was releasing all the tension with his body and he felt relaxed enough to sleep, but the ache deep inside him was growing.

He tried to concentrate on the movement of her hands against his shoulders and neck, but the heat between her thighs and her hair gently brushing against his back constantly distracted him. His mind wandering between thoughts of her naked skin earlier in the day, and the memory of her earlier that evening wearing the white nightgown she wore and the silhouette of her body created by the firelight. He knew he wanted her and he knew he would have her the matter what it took.

Moving quickly before she could realise what was happening he twisted his body so that he was lying on his back with Rebecca still straddling his body. His movements shocked her, causing her to fall forwards against his chest. Placing her oil covered palms flat against his chest she tried to push herself back upwards, but he held her tight against him. Her heart was racing and he could feel it pounding as he held her against his chest. Reaching up with his hands he took her head between his palms and guided her lips to his. Kissing her hungrily his fingers entwined in her chestnut hair. He felt her squirm against his body as she struggled to pull away, but this only increased his ardour, partly from the sensations of her body moving against his but mainly because he loved the challenge of a woman who fought her desire for him.

Rebecca wanted to tell him to stop, but hoped he would not, the feeling of his lips against hers sending shivers down her spine. She fought a moan as he pushed her away from him so that she was sat up straddling him, but her disappointment was short lived as he ran his hands across her waist and stomach before running them up over her breasts. Rebecca let her head fall backwards as she felt his thumbs run over her nipples through the white cotton nightgown.

Tavington looked up at her, he could see her lips looking swollen and bruised from his kisses and with arousal, and he knew for sure that she wanted him. With her head thrown back, hair tumbling down her back she looked so wanton, but with the white nightgown and lack of the powdering and makeup that most of the women he met at society functions wore, she looked so virginal and pure. ‘This woman has me bewitched’ he thought to himself. Reaching up he grasped the fabric of the nightgown and tore it right down the front, exposing her to him, the cool air against her breasts stiffened her nipples and he longed to taste them. Grasping her to him he flipped them both swiftly so that she was on her back with him above her. Looking into her eyes he saw a mixture of lust and fear. Running his hand over her breasts watched as her eyes fluttered closed slightly and her back arched towards him. Leaning closer to her he ran his lips across hers again, letting his tongue slip between them causing her to gasp.

Moving his lips over her cheek he nipped at her ear before kissing and nipping a trail down her neck and over her collarbone. Letting his tongue caress the spot of each little nip he made. Taking her breasts into his hands he took each nipple into his mouth before moving on to the other and back again. When he released her breasts Rebecca let out a bereft sigh that spurred him on, moving lower he traced a line over her stomach with his lips and tongue, stopping only to tear the wrecked garment she wore completely open.

Rebecca froze as he moved down between her thighs and she felt his breath against her pussy, this feeling was not to last however, as he placed his mouth against her and she felt his tongue against her clitoris and she felt as though lightening shot through her entire body causing her to moan deeply.

Tavington was encouraged by this and from her reaction he knew that he was the first to have done this to her, no other man had ever eaten the pussy he had before him now. Each glance of his tongue against her clitoris brought on new wave of moisture from deep within her. He felt her trembling beneath him, so he increased the tempo of his tongue against her sensitive bud and placed the tip of his thumb just inside her pussy, gently stroking the sensitive entrance. He could hear Rebecca breathing deeply with the occasional whimper and he longed to be inside her. Moving quickly back up her body he lay full length on top of her unfastening his breeches as he moved, once he had discarded the last of his clothing he moved back on top of Rebecca kissing her deeply and passionately.

She had never felt anything like it before in her life, Rebecca felt as though her entire body was on fire, even the taste of her own juices on his lips made her body tingle. She wanted to feel him inside her but she was afraid, she had never even seen a man naked before. Sliding her hand down between their bodies, letting her fingers roam down his chest and stomach until finally she reach the goal. Wrapping her slender fingers around his hard cock, this time it was his turn to moan I she felt him twitch in her hand. Tavington moved his body so that his erect cock was nudging at the entrance to her pussy, ‘no’ she whispered. He raised his body up on his arms and looked deep into her eyes ‘you want me’ he whispered breathlessly ‘I know you want me.’

‘No … I mean yes, I am just…’ her voice cracked.

‘Do not be afraid Rebecca, give yourself to me’ he sighed.

Rebecca reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck ‘I do want you’ she whispered. In that moment he knew she was his, pressing forward with his hips he entered her slowly. He had only moved inside her a fraction before he met with an obstruction ‘Rebecca’ he whispered ‘am I your first?’

‘Yes’ she said looking into his eyes.

‘This will hurt slightly then, but it will be fast, I swear’ he touched her cheek tenderly.

He pressed forward gently but firmly until he felt the obstruction the give way, then he just lay holding her with his cock buried deep inside her whilst she stopped shaking. After a few moments she kissed him and smiled. Taking his queue Tavington started to move within her, gradually lengthening his strokes and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Rebecca instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, digging her nails into his back and moving with him. Her breathing was ragged and she could feel a tightening deep within her and so could he.

Tavington let out a long low moan as he felt her tighten and spasm on his cock, he felt as though she were trying to drain him of his seed and his life. ‘Ohhh Goddess …’ she cried out as wave after wave of orgasm hit her, after her second orgasm wracked her body she heard him growl somewhere deep in his throat as he too reached his climax.

For a long while they lay together, his now softening cock still inside her. ‘I must be squashing you’ he said after a while, he rolled to one side and lay on the bed watching her. Rebecca felt very exposed lying naked next to this man, and she could not believe what had just happened between them.

‘Why did you not tell me you were a virgin?’ he asked. ‘You never asked me.’ She replied ‘and would it have stopped you taking what you wanted?’ she moved to climb from the bed, pulling the remnants of the ruined nightgown around her.

‘Do not say that as though you did not want me’ he snapped.

‘What makes you think I did? I am female, you are Colonel Tavington – therefore I must want you?’

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back against him ‘I think that you should probably call me William now, do you not agree?’ She made a move to leave the bed again but he pulled her back, holding her against him, kissing her gently ‘where do you think you are going? The night is still young.’

‘I wanted to go to my quarters’ she replied between kisses.

‘These are your quarters’ he replied.

‘Then where are you…?’ her question was broken off by his kisses.

‘Right here’ he replied with a smirk.

‘You mean, we, us, together?’

‘Yes, we, us, together!’ he grinned and glanced down at his cock which was beginning to stir.