Blackburn Wendell - The Amorous Adventures of Belinda

Pulling his jacket well forward in an attempt to conceal the erection that still bulged out his pant leg, he strode across the lawn to receive his guest.

“So that's about how things stand at present.”

Sir David held out his glass as Robert refilled it.

“There may be more news when I get back to court, but either way, Walsingham needs all the competent, loyal men he can get.” He took a sip from his glass and set it on the table. “I'll be returning within the week, and if you are prepared to accompany me, I think it an excellent idea.” He leaned forward. “You're just the sort of man we need. Nobody knows you too well and you might be able to infiltrate the Catholic lines.” Robert answered eagerly.

“I'm entirely at your service. You've painted the picture very clearly, and I'm anxious to be of whatever use I can.”

“Don't rush things,” Sir David said. “At the moment we're playing a waiting game. The best thing for you to do for the next few months, is just get to know people around the court. Mix. Make friends.” He smiled. “Tell people what an ass your employer, Sir David Cassen, is.”

Robert laughed and Sir David continued. “When things do break, we don't want it to look suspicious for you to be seen in converse with certain people.”

Robert nodded. “I quite understand. From what you have told me, Raleigh is quickly gaining the queen's ear as well as her affections, but he doesn't sound like a man I'd trust too far.”

“Don't. At any rate, you're not too likely to have much to do with him.” Sir David frowned. “I have been in his company several times, and although he is charming when its suits him, and tells fascinating tales of his voyages, he is arrogant and self-seeking.”

“So I have heard.” Robert laughed. Sir David was an old friend and he could speak bluntly. “He is handsome, though. Our good queen still has an eye for a well turned-out male.”

Sir David grinned and took another sip of wine. Both men were devoted to the queen, but it was no secret that she was very much a woman. Her long passion for Leicester, which had scared the very devil out of her ministers who feared she might one day marry him for love, didn't keep her from admiring other young symbols of male charm and virility.

“Far be it from me to cast doubt on the authenticity of her virginity,” Sir David said sardonically, “But if it's a fact, she's one of the few left in England.” He stood up. “You know, she probably is still virgin, at that. She's much too shrewd to risk any scandal as dangerous as a pregnancy, for example. Anyway, there are ways enough to gain the joys of sex, without actual fornication.”

Seeing that his guest was preparing to leave, Robert stood up and waved to a servant standing by the steps on the other side of the lawn.

“How true. Well, whatever be the case, she's a fantastic woman and one of the greatest rulers this land has ever had.”

The servant approached and Robert ordered Sir David's coach to be brought to the front of the house.

“I shall send a messenger to let you know exactly when we are leaving, but you'd better begin your preparations immediately.”

“I have taken the liberty of seeing to much of the preparation already. I shall be ready to accompany you at a day's notice.”

“Good.” Sir David smiled. “I expect you are bringing that fascinating young ward of yours?”

“It would hardly be wise to leave her here alone,” he chuckled. “She's getting more beautiful every day.” And more brazen, he added to himself.

“Good. She will soon be a young lady, and Elizabeth's court holds many opportunities for beautiful young ladies.” He glanced sideways at his host. “Especially if they are clever-and discreet.”

Remembering thinking earlier that Belinda might prove useful at court, Robert was pleased to find that the idea had also entered Sir David's mind. They would discuss it further when the occasion arose. For the moment he only nodded.

“She is both.”

Sir David looked to where his carriage was waiting and quickened his step. He was quite satisfied with the afternoon's converse. They understood each other, these two men. Though both were sincerely concerned with the best interests of the country, they were also well aware that rich rewards awaited their service.

Robert waved as Sir David drove off.

It had been a good day and he could now start making plans to ensure that it would be a good night, as well.

Night had fallen by the time Robert started down the broad hallway to his niece's room. As yet, he had no clearly formed plan of what he intended to do, but his lust allowed him to wait no longer.

Although Belinda's old nurse slept in the same wing, her room was further down the hall and she was getting rather deaf. Robert chuckled at the thought of the old woman's face should she come upon him deflowering her treasure, but there was no real fear of that.

Thinking of the scene he had witnessed that afternoon, and the clear view he had had of that tasty cunt, those white, downy thighs, the other day, Robert quickened his step. Damn her, he'd take her by force, if he had to. He'd rather not, thinking of the pleasure to be gained by an initiation into all the arts and secrets of which he was a master, but he must have her, one way or the other.

He stopped outside her door. His hand on the handle, he hesitated. Now that he was here, he was beginning to get nervous. Well, he who hesitates is lost, they say. He turned the handle.

Belinda was sitting up in bed, looking out the window. She wore a light, diaphanous nightgown and her high, firm breasts were clearly revealed. They were amazingly womanly for a girl so young and had the added virtue of the upward thrust of youth. The nipples, hardened by the cool night air, pushed in sharp little points against the light material.

Robert crossed the room and sat on the bed, as Belinda looked up.

“Oh, Uncle! Have you come to kiss me goodnight? I hope you'll stay and talk to me for a few minutes. I'm not the least bit sleepy.”

She moved over on the bed so that he would have more room. He reached out and stroked her long, shiny hair.

“That's fine. I'm not the least bit sleepy myself, and my own company was proving rather tedious.” His fingers moved from her hair to stroke her neck, playing with the pink shell of her ear. She arched her neck and pressed her face sensuously against his hand.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight before we talk, or afterwards?”

Was she actually trying to seduce him? Surely she wasn't that brazen and yet the dark eyes that looked up at him from under half closed lids were hardly those of an innocent child.

He took her face in both hands, and leaned forward. He kissed her lips lightly, but she brought her arms up and pulled him down beside her, so he kissed her again.

“Oh, Uncle, do kiss me some more. How nice it is.”

This time she reached up and put her hands on the back of Robert's head, holding his face against hers. Her lips parted under his and he held her to him tightly. This was no goodnight kiss between niece and uncle.

He pushed his tongue against her teeth, and, sensing what he wanted, she opened her mouth, letting in his probing tongue. How cool and sweet she tasted.

In a moment she retaliated, darting her sharp, pink tongue into his open mouth. She learned fast.

For a long moment the kiss held and Robert felt his loins gain heat. His penis was hard and pressing against the little body he held in his arms, albeit through several layers of clothing and blanket.

She moved her mouth but retained her grasp on him, her hands moving over his head and neck, her fingers running up through his hair.