The Criswell's Curse

“So, the party is tomorrow...” Lady Catherine opened the invitation yet again, after placing a cigar on her crimson lips. Every time she read her name on the rose scented paper, her eyes glimmered.

She knew that the second daughter of the Criswell’s was special. She’d known this ever since she found her eyes drawn to her during the ball. Ophelia hadn’t seen her, but Catherine followed her within her mind, observing her graceful, calculated moves attentively.

Whenever she thought of her slim figure, her long charcoal hair and those eyes that caused the tides to cower in envy, Catherine’s mind reminisced back to that night. She couldn’t contain the growing desire, how she yearned to see more of her, learn more about her.

After receiving the invitation, her heart began thumping again. It was new, exciting.

Every day, she would open the envelope and read the letter, allowing an anxiety-filled adrenaline to flow through her veins. Catherine couldn’t wait for tomorrow since, in her head, there was only space for The Black Rose.

Many words had reached her ears. She knew all about Duke Criswell’s plans; how he had hired an assassin to kill his own blood, and how he hungered for such even to happen soon. And yet, she couldn’t help but wonder how Ophelia would react to this, what thoughts would roam her mind, what actions the young girl would take. She couldn’t wait to see how the theater would play, just for her amusement.

“Milady...” A young man in his twenties got up from the bed as his robust, tanned body shun against the moonlight. His brunette hair fell straight onto his shoulders, barely rubbing his muscles. “The bed is getting cold...”

His long fingers touched Catherine’s neck, allowing a tingle of pleasure to rush through her body. Sneakily, they found their way onto her breasts, caressing them slightly as his lips kissed the back of her neck. The woman’s body was icy, but with every move, it became warmer, yearning for something only this unknown man could provide.

“Wouldn’t you like...” He whispered in her ear, causing small volcanoes to erupt on her skin from excitement. “... to play with me some more?”

The man’s hands reached her lower half, causing the woman to moan and his own pleasure to stiffen. He wanted this lady, to consume her yet again on this fourth night of delight.

“Kids sure are impatient these days.” Catherine commented, before getting up, her hands traveling through his body. She could see him thumping with excitement, with a lust for her own being.

Seductively, her hands pressured him to approach the bed, before pushing him onto the sheets. Swiftly, Catherine removed her vivid red robe, dropping it on the floor. Her pale, voluptuous body was on display for such peasant eyes to see.

Instinctively, like a predator eating its prey, she opened her legs, inserting herself on top of him. Her torso leaned forward, reaching for the man’s ear. “Now, entertain me.”