Farm Life

Ooo, so much more funnings to occur in the life and times of Lilly.

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Lilly had been waiting with such anticipation she couldn’t help herself, and just when he opened his mouth, the bark of her father leapt from behind her, causing a gasp to jump from her lips and nearly loose balance on the arm of Eric’ chair. She growled under her breath, glaring out the side of her eye at her father, before looking back at Eric, but it was already too late, he had receded back, chewing on his pipe and looking to the stars. She huffed at him, revealing her disappointment, but the moment was soon rectified. Dirk had exited out the back door, and she was sure she knew where he was headed.. to the barn, no doubt, trying exceptionally hard to break in that steed… she giggled a bit to herself, and turned her attention back to Eric.

“Hmm. I’m curious about that horse… We’ll talk later, yes?” She cooed sweetly to him, and letting her fingertips trail down her arm, she exited the back porch, smiling softly to him before scampering off after Dirk.

The barn house was indeed dark, and being a woman of upper-class, rarely ventured outside the pristinely manicured lawns surrounding her home. So being in the darkness without a light indeed sent a shiver up her spine. Lilly looked around for a moment, but seeing no sign of Dirk gave into her fears and called out to him.

“Dirk..? Are you here?” her voice echoed throughout the barn, and with no sign of him, she made a move to leave. Until a light glistened and glimmered off in a corner somewhere… Lilly quickly followed it, biting her bottom lip, and calling for Dirk once again.

This time however, she was able to let the tension release from her shoulders. The back door to the barn was open and the light shining in was from dirks Lantern, which was resting on one of the many pegs lining the fence. Held within those wooden walls, was a massive, majestic animal of the likes which her father had never produced. It was a wild horse, wrangled from one of the thousands which traveled along the plains, free of human trifle… but this one must have been a true prize. She leant herself on the door frame, and with a smile, watched him while he played.

Dirk… She thought him to be something of an oversight. Indeed, he was attractive, but maybe too much so. If she wanted to marry a man who treated her like a trophy, she could go back home. But men like Eric, and even more so like Adam… They were the kind of men she wanted. Who would love her…. She couldn’t believe she was saying it to herself. Shaking her head, she looked up, again watching Dirk as he fought valiantly, but appeared to be no match for the great animal. The metaphor of the situation was clearly evident, and with a sigh, she stepped forward, calling to him once again while she stood in the flickering light of the lamp. Maybe she was thinking to little of him… She would give him a chance, she ventured, to prove himself, or fail miserably.





Dirk had spent the better part of the last week’s twilight hours, sleepless, nurturing and tending to his obsession with minimal success. It had been he who had spotted the lustrous, ebony locks of the magnificent steed, leading its herd with uncontested assurance across the earthy planes, assertively secure in the knowledge that he had nobody to answer to. He was the self-professed king of the wilderness, and it had taken a human effigy of the creature to recognize its own mirror image. It had been Dirk who had shepherded the emperor into the entrapment, guiding the final curve of horses into the paddocks after leagues upon leagues of belligerent riding. With only the glow of a box-lantern to accompany him, the youth had spent his nights since then, working away at the steed’s spiritual resistance, breaking him in gradually like a boxer, choosing his spot and jabbing doggedly away at it until results were reaped in dividends.

Lilly’s calls fell on deaf ears; either the receiving party had not heard the tentative feminine appeals lilting through the vast expanse of the barn, or most likely, his concentration was such, that it was unlikely that any outer influence could breach the outer defenses of his absorption in his task.

Shadows danced across the wall, emulating the two tangoing within the pen once more. Dirk was again, positioned in the central area of the sand arena, although this time, he was no longer tossing the coil of rope along the stallion’s glossy flank. Instead, his large frame was squatted motionless, watching his rival trot around him, pacing in alternate directions every so often and tossing his glorious mane irritably. Dirk’s expression was unreadable, silhouettes waxing and waning eerily over his physique, converting his tanned, golden appearance into a spectral apparition, ethereal and unreal, hair a silvery white. He looked like a ghost. Every few seconds, a skilled clicking could be heard, secreting from the male’s throat, a summoning for the beast to respond to. In the beginning, Dirk’s attempts to communicate with the creature had been met with aggressive disdain; bruises and injuries had flown in by the dozen, but not once had the thought of giving in crossed his mind. That stubborn, obdurate streak could not have been more typical of his ancestry, and the need to succeed reflected in the silver moonlight filtering in from the skyroof. Eventually, progress had been made, and now, for the first time in those five sleepless nights, the stallion was actually regarding him with a more curious eye than an antagonistic one.

Lilly’s presence had gone unnoticed, and was permitted to approach as close as possible to the wooden compound without detection. By the time she was near enough to see everything clearly, Dirk had managed to coax the animal closer to him. Now standing, man and beast stood eye to eye, gazing into one another’s souls. Big black, watery orbs stared into swimming, indigo escapes, sizing one another up. The mental battle appeared to endure for an eternity, and it was only after a good minute when Lilly realized Dirk’s long fingers raising with snail-like cadence to caress his adversary’s beautiful, long snout. A ghostly smile floated to that astonishly striking man’s lips; time froze. The stand-off broke off abruptly, when the horse, with a snort of aggravation, backed away, flicking his mane snootily, and cantered over to Lilly, bumping meaningfully into the logs separating him from freedom, as if making a point at the lady’s illicit witnessing of the confrontation.



Lilly had stood, totally amazed with the display before her, in complete and utter silence. Having lived near a breeding ground where pure scare tactics were employed, to watch this horribly attractive male come so close to the great ebony beast, but the animal was not ready to give up yet it seemed, and sauntered toward where she stood, the barn entrance to the massive enclosed field. She gasped when the animal came near, for she only ever rode the tamed, smaller mares, never needing a massive beast such as the one that now stood before her. But only nuzzling at the fence which held him, Lilly let out a small sigh, holding a hand at the ride of her breasts, and walking slowly away from the beast, out toward Dirk.

“How do you manage such great mammals like that day in an day out…” she asked, more to herself than him, turning her eyes to the nighttime coat of the animal, which was now muzzle down, nibbling at the stalks of grass which grew around the wooden post driven low into the ground. Turning her attention back to Dirk, she smiled up to him, then realizing how he may have found it easy to manage such large animals… he himself was not the small sort, no one in this family really seemed to be. Both the mother and father were rather tall, giving their offspring enough height to easily tower over both her and her father. Dirk was not the tallest, but indeed on the grand scheme of things, he was a head and a bit over her, his strong collarbones reaching up to her forehead. She smiled at this, looking up to him from her viewpoint, and merely giggling a little, turning away from him. He was not to know her thoughts, like all three of the men who were currently in the pathway to her web.

Though maybe she might be using the wrong tactic with this one… she thought to herself, immediately throwing on a shy façade, turning around and looking him into the eyes. “Dirk… tell me, truthfully…” she bit her bottom lip, turning her eyes away from him and shaking her head. “No, I better not say such things.” She piqued up, again turning her back on him and looking up to the sky. Her thoughts stirred for a moment, and then grinning, she turned back to him.

“Tell me Dirk…. What do you think of the stars?” She asked, her hands laced together behind her back, again hoisting her breasts in his direction, even if it were unintentional this time round. She was curious how his answer would rival that of Eric’s, who had been so articulate and passionate on the subject. Dirk however, clearly had other passions… She hoped herself to be on that list… She still was not sure of him, and teasing him with such inclinations onto his sexual deviancies would surely clear a path or her.





The gentle flicker of the lantern light made for an ideally romantic atmosphere, casting orange flames across the strangers’ expressions, causing wishful thinking to cloud the better judgment of a daytime ambience. Dirk started at the materialization from the darkness of the barn, the deep cerulean of his hues gleaming warily before the buxom slope of Lilly’s fashionable dress became apparent in the warm candlelight. The handsome arch of the youth’s eyebrows relaxed considerably, replaced by that shrewd, debonair streak that was so aggravatingly alluring. At a measured pace, he entwined the coils of thick rope around his palm and elbow, observing the sixteen year old as she flirted openly with him. Decidedly, the thrust of her bosom was a delight to behold, caged within the confines of high-class vogue, and the entrapment of her lower lip between her startlingly white teeth initiated the rumble of sexual longing within the potency of his loins.

“Horses are magnificent beasts. Once you earn their trust, you have not tamed an underling, but made a companion. It is often iterated that dogs are our best friend… but I tell you, these animals run them darn close.” He nodded his golden locks towards the steed, who was by now, more intrigued by the baleful of hay protruding from the massive haystack neighbouring the indoor paddock, leaning its brawny neck towards the dried grass, its lips stretching outwards like living organisms to attain the succulent nutrition. Fortunately for Lilly, Dirk’s attention was equivalently, no longer aimed at his long-standing competitor, and was firmly placed on her supple, young body. The darkness seemed to grow around his shoulders like an extension, giving the impression that he was all the larger and more imposing than he actually was. Blue escapes roamed over her pert, inquisitive visage, focusing especially on the pouty lips she presented to his display of interest, which was thankfully, more subtle than the twins managed.

“Stars.” Dirk mused out loud. “I enjoy my fill of them when laying in the open planes at night, with my head against a noble steed for a pillow, wondering at their beauty.” The lad gave his honest opinion, shrugging lightly as he glanced to the heavens at Lilly’s bidding. “But I don’t pretend to know a lot about them…they are beautiful, wonderful to behold... but sometimes, some elements are best left without understanding them… much like women.” That cheeky grin played across his lips once more, eyes twinkling wickedly as he approached the girl, standing in front of her and mulling over the picturesque scenery, before lowering his indigo orbs down into her own, his flirtation obvious and unabashed. He was all the more in power of her now that they were alone in the barn, without the chaperoning of their respective families to watch over them…and Dirk seemed to be acutely aware of this as he returned her banter.

“And you…might you have other romantic interests that do not concern rudiments of the supernatural? Books? Poetry? Animals? ….But of course…the latter may certainly not apply to you… you have better to do than to ‘roll around in the dirt’ Most unbecoming of a lady of your stature.” Dirk quoted her very own words, toying with her ruthlessly, adding a tint of sarcasm to his final comment, although, by the devilish sparkle in his eyes, it was all in good humour, with no malicious intent attached to it.



Lilly’s eyes had turned back to that familiar, challenging glimmer that the often greeted Dirk with. His eyes were roaming her, she could feel it… however this time she was rather enjoying it. Those asure optics of his seemed to make her shiver, as much as she tried to prevent it. He was… so much like the boys back home, but with more of a touch of that country feel. Lilly was curious to exactly what he was doing here. Clearly not a son, this cousin must have had a home somewhere.. but if his parents were missing in action, she did not want to be the one to bring it up, and ruin the moment between them.

Other… romantic interests?” She repeated back to him, taking a miniscule step foreward, so that she could almost feel his breath on her face… Before turning her back to him impishly, and gazing about the enclosed field once again. “Of course I do, dearest Dirk… A woman of “my” stature should always have touched into a variety of different things… like books, and poetry, and even.. animals.” She winked slyly at him with her last word, throwing his teasing right back in his face. This time however it were much kinder, much more playful that it had been in the past. Lilly had become somewhat fond of Dirk, mostly for his good looks, but also pondering into his past. What exactly was his handsome lad hiding?

Pulling her mind back to the present, she turned back to him. “And rolling around in the dirt… might be more appealing that one would like to say.” The twinkle of devilish passion danced in her eyes, but she was not giving anything away just yet. No, confirming things with Dirk would loose any chances she had with Eric… and she still wished to experience exactly what the shy and sweet Adam had to offer.

“But” She piqued up, looking to the large farmhouse, and seeing almost all the lights on, meaning everyone was indeed awake, save for the young children which were snoozing away in the early night hours. “I must depart, for my trip thismorning took much more out of me than I thought…” she feigned a yawn, and covering her mouth, she ended it with blowing him a kiss, and curtseying before him. “It was wonderful speaking with you…” She said softly, waiting patiently to see if he would try and stop her, giving her inclination that he indeed had feelings for her… She smirked to herself, wondering just how hard these brothers and cousin would work to please her. She of course, hoped very hard, but had still not decided which she preferred the most.. they were all worthy candidates in terms of attractiveness and intelligence… But who would grab her heart in the end? Even she was not sure to this one, but was willing to stay on for the ride of finding out.





At Lilly’s proposed departure, Dirk acted instantaneously, stepping not towards her, but around her, stealthily and skillfully positioning himself so that physically, he was obstructing a straightforward pathway out of the barn, but not in a manner that shed any ill-light on his intentions. However, due to the poor lighting permitted to the couple, it was difficult to discern his true objective.

“Leaving? So soon?” he purred sultrily, waltzing a flirtatious set of piano fingers over the beautiful, almost oriental foundation Lilly had daubed on her pretty face that morning. Her skin was warm, triggering a welcome chill up his spine at the connotations attached to the tender heat of a woman’s flesh. “The night is young, and there is much that I guarantee you haven’t seen where you come from. Fancy dress parties, social gatherings with the haute couture of society can only bring you so much satisfaction in life.” Dirk inveigled with effortless charm, allowing his digits to linger on those exquisite features, before relieving her of his callused, masculine touch, leaning a brawny shoulder against the enormous oak doorframe. Powerful beams were bridged across the upper echelon of the barn, creating a supplementary platform to store the bales of hay, and stashes of barley used to feed the animals. Glancing up at the platform, studying the sturdy ladder bolted into either floor it bridged, Dirk shouldered himself from the doorway, and without waiting for permission, snatched her tiny hand into his own, leading her to the foot of the steps. “Come on, I’ll show you.” he whispered enthusiastically, taking for granted that she would not refuse his will; such was his confidence.

Grinning mischievously, as if he had a scheme hidden up his sleeve, Dirk hurried her to a wad of hay, carefully packaged by the farmhands plying their craft in the wheatfields at the other end of the village. Inviting her to seat her dainty posterieur open the comfortable straw, the youth flashed a daring wink at her accompanied by a hushed. “Wait here” Then, with remarkable agility for so large a body, the lad shinnied up the rungs of the ladder like a monkey, vanishing over the threshold so that she was only able to locate him by the sound of his boots, clopping ominously overhead. When that sound ceased as well, Lilly might have been wondering whether she had been abandoned by the dashing young man.

She needn’t have worried, an instant later, her designated chair was hoisted into the air, by the coil of rope entwined around the rectangular box. Higher and higher she soared, until she soared up over the platform, dangling on that pulley. Dirk smiled at her, his powerful arms bunched in their full masculinity beneath the linen shirt he had thrown on before returning to the cold outdoors to tame his captive. Thick helixes of rope were twisted around his muscular forearms, revealing him as the culprit who had lifted her up to his level without her having to budge a millimeter; service fit for a queen. Carefully, he set the flying princess down onto the ledge, the bale barely uttering a puff as it was lowered with pinpoint precision in front of him.



Lilly almost laughed when she watched Dirk, like a lightning bolt, scramble in front of her, trying with the most amiable of smiles on his lips to get her to come with him. She grinned to herself, but allowed him to lead her away from the field, and toward the farmhouse. She smiled gently when he took her hand, almost gasping out, but she kept her composure, and let the feeling of his warm, strong hands grasp her small, dainty one. He pulled her upwards, and throughout a barn so that she felt her head was spinning in the process. But eventually, she was seated upon a somewhat prickly bale of hay, and quietly left with a whispering “wait here” which sent shivers up her spine. She did exactly that, follong the sounds of his footsteps up above, until they no longer sounded above her. “D-“ she managed to get out the first syllable of his name, before her seat began being lifted up off the ground, hoisted into the air on a single, thick rope. She squealed out his name, scooting forward quickly to cling to the rope, whimpering out as she was pulled higher and higher off the ground.

“Diiirk!!!” she screamed out, trying her best to keep her eyes off the ground. The girl had told few about her fear of heights, and was not about to squeal them out at the top of her lungs in that moment. “Put me down from here this-“But by that time Dirk had already come into view. She was aggravatedly boring her eyes into him, trying her best not to explode from anger… but seeing him there, pulling at the ropes with surely less than half of his strength, then laying her down with ease. She giggled, having forgotten her anger in that moment, kissing him softly on the cheek when he approached her. “You are never to do that again.” She said with a smile, waiting patiently for him to hoist her from the bale which he had seated her upon.





“Never?” Came the airy response, drifting disbelievingly down to her from that immense height, waving away her paltry attempts to chide him. The plush contact of the little lady’s lips had goaded Dirk’s sense of superiority and accomplishment in the present situation, and he was exhuming confidence from every pore of his body. “Surely you are more than partisan to being transported to the stars via a flying haystack.” He cooed teasingly, unable to prevent his eyes from sliding down the front of her bodice for a few seconds.

Leaving the girl upon the mattress of natural straw, the youth grasped hold of a long pole of birchwood, propping it up against the ceiling and exerting a practiced shove skywards. A skyroof tilted open, allowing the silver kiss of moonlight to flood through, bathing them in its iridescent glow. “I’ll bet you’ve never spent a night under the stars where you’re from… gaze dreamily out of your French-windows, trapped inside your gilded-cage, longing to touch them. Here’s your chance now.” Dirk returned to the block of straw Lilly was seated upon, taking her by the wrist and hand, and helping her up delicately, before shoving the heavy mass of hay until it was parallel to the expansive opening in the roof. Skimming his indigo eyes over the wall, he spotted a rack of blankets he had horded up here the last time he had stolen a night out alone in the barn. Borrowing a distasteful, mauve, woolen mantle from one of the hooks, Dirk covered the lump of hay, softening the scratchy spikes of the dried grass for one with more tender buttocks than his own. Then, he proceeded to winch two extra bales beside the one, and perform the same manner of concealment on either. Effectively, the golden-haired youth had spontaneously created a mattress for them both to lie upon. Lounging horizontally along the now comfortable surface, Dirk patted the empty space next to him, inviting the lady to lie beside him. “Come…teach me about the stars.” The indigo tint in his hues had lit up in earnest, nodding up towards the distant effigies of the sun. “Are you going to tell me the same as you told Eric? Or do you know more than just one or two constellations.” He teased her with that horribly flirtatious effect, leaning on an elbow and regarding her with the similar challenge that they had been throwing back and forth at each other all night long.





Lilly was rather impressed with the display Dirk was putting forth for her. His breathy voice cascading along her flesh sent gentle shivers up her spine, which she of course hid with all her might from the bulk of a man which prowled around her. She let her breath finally escapee from her lungs when he grasped her hand, then another around her waist. That movement finally brought a noise from her mouth, a small gasp, which made her blush in his presence. He moved away, but her eyes still followed him as he pushed the large haysack up towards where he opened the window. Lilly couldn’t help herself while she watched his muscles ripple as he moved the mass of dried stalks, she bit her bottom lip, eyeing the ease he pulled down the ugly mauve sheet, tossing it over the bale, and then following through with two other bales, and two equally repulsive blankets were smoothed over them. She had been too absorbed in her thoughts to even notice when he spread himself on the makeshift bed.

“Oh, coming” She said with a soft smile, approaching the bed somewhat warily… she was not sure about this quite yet, but having him call to her like that was far too tempting. So, with a quick breath, she made her way over to him, the color in her cheeks deepening all the more when she sat her pert rump on the edge of the bed, then moving closer so she sat near him, almost touching as she lay back, looking though the barns natural skylight.

Lilly made her best effort to find something obscure in the stars, something that would truly impress him. However, only half the zodiac constellations were visible at this time of year, so she made due with what she had.

“See there? That’s cancer, the crab constellation and over there, Leo… the lion.” She bit her bottom lip; indeed, the lion had much in common with Dirk. “Tell me, when is your birthday? One of the zodiac symbols represents you, your mannerisms, and even your personality.” She told him with some excitement in her voice, unbeknownstly moving herself closer to him, absorbing his strong warmth. E was a charmer, that was for sure… but was he right for her?





Dangerous blue eyes followed the young lady’s cautious approach like a wolf, observing the frilly antics of a snow-hare, hopping daintily on its toes through the frozen crystals of rain. Lilly lay beside him, a moth drawn to the flame of the tempting candlelight, lulled by the romantic, yet treacherous sough of his voice. At the indication of her finger, pointing out the human-drawn patterns in the heavens, Dirk gazed skywards, squinting as he tried to pick out the constellations, with little success. When she questioned his birth sign, his attention transferred instantaneously to the pretty face beside him, relishing the enlightening colour which had flooded into her normally pale cheeks.

“My star sign?” he contemplated the query with an offhand shrug, repositioning himself on his elbow so that he loomed over her slighter frame, casting his scintillating aura around her with his nefarious, blue eyes. “I don’t really know the zodiac very well. It all sounded like a pile of horseshit to me when they preached it at dayschool.” He swore openly in front of her, disregarding her social standing completely, his confidence so exuberant that he never even thought to check his language in front of a lady. “They used to claim that depending on when you were born, it defines the sign that is designated to you, and this sign has supernatural repercussions on delineating the characteristics of your attitude towards life.” Those perplexing indigo hues slid southwards stealthily, contouring the ride of her shapely bosom, admiring how elegantly displayed they were in her bodice. Then, as if shaking himself from stupour, he exclaimed.

“Wait…that’s what you were talking about wasn’t it.” A sheepish expression crossed his handsome features, and he tried to cover up his embarrassment immediately by encouraging Lilly to explain the very subject he had seconds before, insulted. “I was born in November. The twenty-sixth.” Then, before Lilly even had a chance to reply, he continued rambling on. Evidently, the lad was attempting to put as many words between his earlier mistake and the present. But his mannerisms had calmed, regaining his composure admirably as he wove his soft, gruff voice around her like a cocoon. Lilly may have been the spider, drawing all the various insects into her sticky web, but she had not bartered on the ensnarement of such a cunning creature, for, although not especially eloquent with his words, Dirk’s voice thrummed like the bowels of the earth when its plates shifted and groaned along their natural fault lines. He had used his baritone timbre to woo countless girls, women, ladies, whether he intended to or not in his twenty-year lifespan. “And you, little towngirl, so innocent and well brought up. There must be a sign to illustrate your own person, one that suits your traits to perfection… shy… dainty… submissive…” The pacifying quality of his speech, the fascination in his eyes, his lower torso had now come into contact with her elbow, betraying the taut, rock-hard abdomen beneath his clothing; the line between the hunter and the hunted was blurring steadily by the second.

Lilly, who had been laying quite innocently beside the grandeur that was dirk, could hardly believe it when his hands and snaked their way down the curve of her slim back, to the rise of her pert bottom without a moments pause, changing from a tender touch to a perverse grab, Lilly gasped out, but did not push him away just yet. She was amazed by the width of his hand, clenching over the entirety

of her cheek, pulling her closer to him so she could feel his heartbeat, and with that, the thunder of blood which pumped through the mass against her leg. That same color rose swiftly to her cheeks, turning them bright red.

Dirk had in that moment pulled her head upwards by the cheek, and, without a moments delay placed the most heated kiss upon her lips, the likes of which she had never felt

before. Her head felt light, her eyes fluttering closed as he held her in this tender kiss.





The scent that wafted up from the girl’s powdered cheek, where his aquiline nose now rested was unlike any he had perceived in his abundant experience. His lips pulsated skillfully over her own, virginal mouth, drinking in the draughts of sweet ecstasy that were the good manners and hygiene of a high-classed filly. She was under his spell, at least for the time being, the shock not having yet receded in her mind, and it was with a practiced hand that he released the mound of her cheek, only to grip again, even more sharply, angling from underneath so that her elegant leg was brought up higher, pressing ever more irrepressibly against the divining rod within his pants. He smelt of horses, and leather, and musky perspiration, a blend of earthy, natural manliness, which threatened to consume Lilly’s refined upbringing in a tsunami of primal heat.

That warm mouth parted, and teasingly, a tongue wiggled its way between her lips, not roughly, but firmly, as if demanding entry without knocking, his intentions clearer by the second as their side by side position began to gradually alternate towards his solid form drifting over hers an inch at a time, the fingers of his powerful hand tugging her skirts up carefully.



His movements held a skill of their own which Lilly had let to experience from any man, and as he kissed her, I turned from something gentle and naughty, to an overbearingly powerful grasp on her leg, pulling it up over his form and revealing the tops of her petticoats, revealing the slightest bit of skin on her soft legs.

When the cool air greeted this flesh, Lilly became frightened; realizing

then that the cold patch on her legs was gaining with the seconds that passed. His expert lips kept her silent, turning her slowly onto her back, and finally, he rested above her, her head pressed back against the soft, but bristly haystack.

Those hazel eyes gazed up to him with obvious fear and anxiousness, but Dirk was seemingly absorbed in the moment. However, once her knees were visible to

the cool night air, Lilly could take no more.

“No, Dirk- stop!” She demanded, pushing on the bulk of a man above her, and removing her lips from his. She did not want this, and would not have him taking advantage of her. “Now!” She screamed at him, pushing harder and forcing him up.



Despite the force with which Lilly shoved, Dirk’s frame loomed above her continuously; thankfully for the damsel’s panicking conscience though, the groping and manhandling of her lower half had ceased, leaving her exposed limbs feeling all the more naked in the coolness of the night. Surprisingly, Dirk had taken her rejection with a pinch of salt, and was grinning down upon her with all the cocky assuredness that made him so vastly appealing to the majority of women. Tossing the curls of his wiry hair back with one hand, he rolled into a sitting position, still gazing down upon her, a brawny arm supporting himself on the haystack. “And the Virgo surfaces…” he teased, his eyes roaming down the curves of her body unashamedly, taking particular note of the delicate calves that were now visible to him. “I wouldn’t scream so loudly in here… loud noises upset the geldings in their stables.” He pointed out rationally, astoundingly cool and poised after the heated exchange they had shared, although the twinkling mischief in his blue eyes seemed to reveal that he had been testing her.



Lilly felt that rush of relief flood her system when he, without a fight, moved easily off her, rolling himself into a sitting position. She breathed a sigh, but with that devilish girn on her face, Lilly could see that she has lost their little confrontation, cracking under the pressure of being approached so heatedly by him. She glared daggers at his cocky smile, seeing his eyes manifest their

way down her pale, thin legs. She gasped at his gawking of her, pulling them down and sticking her nose in the air once she covered herself appropriately.

“You…. You Animal!” She said exasperatedly, shocked at his comment about her virginity. She crossed her arms and looked away from him; obviously hr ego had been a little bit bruised in their engagements.

“I demand you take me down

from this place immediately or else Ill scream so loud the least you’ll have to worry about are rousing the horses.” Lilly threatened, her face still blushing red, though this time in embarrassment rather than confused lust. She was angrier with herself than him, allowing him to get so close to her… His devilishly handsome features gave him such prowess over her, it was frustrating.

However, thi

this would not last for long, she promised herself, she would have the upper hand, no matter what.



The roguish debonair in her rival’s expression indicated that he would the horses would indeed not be the only ones roused by her screaming. In the shrouded light, it was difficult to tell whether he was wiggling his eyebrows at her, a boorish and childish response to her haughty embarrassment, but it was impossible to be certain; doubtless the moonlight was playing tricks on Lilly’s mind, and she was seeing what she wanted to see. “I thought you might enjoy it up here.” Dirk cooed in a most infuriating tone of politeness, pausing, as if contemplating on remaining put, without allowing her to descend from the balcony. But eventually, after observing her nose in the air and pursed lips for a while, he conceded, standing, and lifting the snooty looking Lilly with a quick tug of the cord that was attached to the bale of hay she was perched on. Swinging her carefully out into the open, he lowered her systematically, one hand over the other, arms bunched to their full pride, until the hay settled onto the dusty earth laden on the barn floor with a quiet ‘poof’.



Lilly hadn’t managed to descend from her place up in the hayloft without glancing to Dirk in his ever so masculine position , watching the strength in his taunt frame as she was lowered further and further down, until the little flying loft settled down to the Barn floor bellow. She stood herself up, brushing off the hay and reminiscent feeling of Dirk she had on her, and turned around, curtseying

“I bid you adieu” She said swiftly, before storming her way out of the barn and quickly back to the house, where she slowly, quietly opened the door to the quiet house.

It was dark, with only a few lanterns burning so she could see her ay up the stairs, and struggled down the hall to her bedroom. There, she shed herself of the dress that incriminatingly smelt of Dirk, and with some trouble,

and with some trouble, managed to remove the corset about her waist. She breathed deeply, sighing contently at the free feeling, and pulling a light nightgown over her slightly nude self. She left on her panties and bra, Brushing out her hair so it lay long and natural against her shoulders and bosom.

She waited patiently within her room, until she was sure Dirk was gone, praying she would not

see him again that night. Once she was convinced, her little bare feet padded down the hall and stairs, making her way into the kitchen. She was simply starving; the corset restrained her from eating much during the day, so she could scour the pantry at night.

Stepping silently within, she pulled open the oak door, to the pantry a smile on her face when she could smell left over dessert- Sticky

Buns. She picked up one famished, pulling on a piece and savouring its flavor. This was her most favorite time of the day, no one to look upon her, no one watch her stuff her famished, feminine features.



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^^ Still more to come!