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Subject: {ASSM} The Innocence (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/F, First, Romantic, Consensual
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Disclaimer: Extracted from a larger piece of historical romance
originally written by me. Reposted to ASSM with my own permission for
non-commercial use. Not intended for consumption by minors. I reserve
any and all rights to this work, please do not repost in part or whole
without my express permission. If I find out you did, I will be very
disappointed.

Originally written in 1996.

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The innocence
by Rachael Ross

It came upon her as a soft desire, like the touch of a butterfly's
wing upon her heart. 

Camille had been sitting quietly in the glade, her 'Secret' place, as
she was wont to do in this, the spring of her youth. Smiling softly in
the dappled sunlight, warm upon her skin, she wove a clutch of daisies
into her hair and smiled happily at her reflection in the dreaming
pool. 

She lay on the cool grass, watching love birds pair off and flit from
branch to branch. Camille sang to them softly with a melody all her
own. They answered her in kind, the song carrying gently through the
trees. Camille closed her eyes to embrace the splendid dreams of
innocent youth.

Her hands smoothed the seams of her gown with a soft rustle of silk.
Just a touch, but could she dare? A stranger's hands she imagined,
gentle and knowing. She cupped the fullness of her breast, gently
pressing with her palm to feel the beating of her heart. Camille
sensed a warmth growing slowly, her nipples hardening beneath the
light fabric. She teased herself gently, a soft pinch, a slight pull.

A cool breeze blew across her face, bringing with it Camille's golden
hair. It fell across her full red lips and it became his hair, and his
cool breath upon her cheek. She parted her lips slightly and caught a
strand between them. The warmth was spreading lower, across the
flatness, lower to her thighs.

She moaned softly as the stranger in her dream pressed himself against
her. His hand went between her legs, beneath the tresses of her skirt.
Soft fingers against the heat of her sex. Camille stroked herself
through the cotton of her slip. She lifted her hips slightly, pressing
a little harder to bring forth a tender sigh. Urgent fingers undid the
buttons at her throat and she pulled the silk back to feel her hot
skin flushing against the cool air. She released her ripe breasts from
their soft bondage, flawless in their pearl hue. The aureoles, a
reddish pink with tiny goose bumps surrounding the stiff nipples.

 She pinched one hard and felt the blood rising in her cheeks. She
lifted a finger to her tongue, tasted it briefly and let it moisten
her nipples. She rubbed them in small circles, sighing in her
pleasure. Camille pressed her other hand against the urgency of her
pubis, finding the dampness of her slit with stiff fingers. She ran
along it slowly, then faster, moving her hips in dreaming lust.

The forest was lost to her now, and she to it. As her body released
itself to erotic fever, Camille found herself in the darkness of her
mind. A chamber, gently lit by candles and mistress moon through
windows high above. Her pale flesh upon a satin sheets and fingers
stroking her hair. Just a touch and then a kiss, Camille yielding to
her dream.

Lucian walked in melancholy. Amongst the forest's beauty he could
 see naught but fallen leaves, brown and dead. He had been a guest of
his
 uncle's for little more than a fortnight, but his spirit, restless in
it's youth, would not give him to enjoin the peace of this pleasant
 country. He walked alone annoyed at the tameness of it all, fingering
the pommel of his sword useless in the face of serenity.

He found himself imagining a lightful tune, carried on the breeze. "By
all the Saints," he sighed. "What place is this that colours me a
dreaming fool?" He set himself upon his path, but soon found himself
listening again, all the more intent on finding the source of this
strange melody.

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Camille, lost to the sweetness of her dream, did not hear his soft
approach. Lucian stood just where the forest gave way to the lovely
glade, captivated by the sight before him: A maiden upon the grass,
her pale form moving slowly in the filtered sun. He could see her eyes
were closed, her mouth open, surrendering uneven moans as her fingers
worked unseen between her thighs. Her long, white dress was bunched
up, around her hips and her lovely breasts were bare to his gaze.

	

Lucian didn't know how long he stood there watching, taking in this
marvelous unexpected sight. He carefully removed his belt, letting
sword and pouch slip quietly to the ground. He crept slowly, keeping
behind the writhing nymph. His body was hot, like he had been too long
in the desert; his throat was dry and he licked his lips with dared
anticipation. Lucian unbuttoned his tunic slightly, letting the cool
air caress his bared chest.  

The softness of the grass and the intensity of the girl's pleasure,
conspired to hide his eager step. Lucian knelt behind her, close
enough to smell the delicate musk of her sex. He reached a hand
slowly, gently to touch her hair. Lightly stroking the flaxen strands.
Lucian tensed when he did this, expecting her to jump, or shout or
draw away from this spying stranger. But she did none of these, she
appeared not to notice. His touch had become a part of her dream, the
mysterious man for whom she yearned.

	

Lucian grew more daring, he bent his head and took her to his mouth.
His dry, full lips found the moist sweetness of hers and she moaned
aloud inside him, sharing her breathless passion. Camille's lips
parted and her soft pink tongue went gently inward, running along his
teeth, searching his mouth for its lustful twin. Her free hand went to
Lucian's head, fingers gripped the soft curls and held him close
against her kiss.

The young prince worked awkwardly to free himself of his shirt, his
lips locked to hers.  He fumbled at the buttons, tearing the fabric
away in his haste. Lucian lay beside Camille on the cool lawn, pulling
her close. The pinpoints of fire her nipples had become, burning into
his bare flesh. She poured her kisses onto his lips, his eyes, his
cheek and neck. Lucian himself did the same, nibbling at her soft
earlobes and was rewarded with a soft hiss of pleasure.

Camille moved her hand down, dragging fingertips along the stranger's
shoulders and lower to find the outline of his hardened manhood,
straining for release. She worked open his leather pant, and slipped
her hand inside. Soft fingers gripped the hard shaft, squeezing the
hot flesh and stroking slowly from tip to base and back.  Lucian
rolled to his back, pulling Camille atop him. She knelt across his
pelvis, reaching with eyes closed to guide his hard cock to her tender
folds. She rubbed the head back and forth across her moist slit, her
juices flowing freely onto Lucian's cock poised beneath her.  She
lowered her hips, slowly with a little circular motion Lucian found
most pleasing. He sighed as he felt the tightness of her sex gripping
him. She was moving slowly downward and Lucian did not rush. He just
looked up at her beautiful face flushed with ecstasy, her mouth open
and catching a sharp breath.

He felt himself about halfway in, and his cockhead pressed against
something hard, something yielding only slightly to the pressure.
Camille lifted herself again, pulling herself almost completely off
him, before gently pushing herself back down. This time the resistance
was less and the penetration deeper, easier...But still the point was
reached where Camille would gasp and bite her lip, and then ease
herself off. Lucian placed his hands on her hips, squeezing her soft
flesh through thin clouds of silk. He pulled her down this time,
unable to hold himself back against that sweet torture When the point
was reached that Camille started to lift again, Lucian thrust his hips
gently upward and pulled the girl to impale her sex upon his cock. A
gasp and soft tremble joined the feeling of his cock pushing past her
torn hymen. Camille began moving frantically against the terrible
delight of pain and pleasure combined. She had never been filled with
a man before and she sought to find some feeling of comfort, a sense
of familiarity, but there was none to be had. She blindly tried to
push herself off, but only weakly in mock protest and Lucian held her
firm, pushing himself in until their joining was complete. Camille
panted and fell upon him, burying her face against his neck while her
lover wrapped her in his strong arms, his cock reaching for her womb. 

He kissed her and stroked her hair. Small tears came from her clenched
eyes and he kissed them away. Camille's body, tingled and ached, she
was growing used to the manhood buried inside her and her muscles
clenched and released involuntarily. She began moving slowly, her clit
hard and begging for attention. She ground herself against him gently,
softly and Lucian began moving with her. Occasionally some new part of
her would be touched and Camille would gasp or stop suddenly and he
along with her until she began to move herself against his shaft
again. Camille began lifting herself, allowing him to love her with
long slow strokes. The juices of their union flowed down, around his
shaft, hot and burning with pleasure.

The two lovers began moving faster, little stabs of pain still shot
through Camille, but they were immediately lost to the overwhelming
urgency of desire. She began to feel the orgasm she yearned for rising
from the depths of their lovemaking, her body tensed and she moved
wildly against him. Her lips frantically sought his, biting his lips,
pulling at them until small spots of blood appeared, adding to the
blush of Lucian's own efforts. He was lifting his pelvis hard against
her, pressing himself as deeply as possible with each quick stroke.
The young Prince groaned as he felt himself drawing towards his own
brink of self-control. Faster, deeper they moved together, two lovers
joined as one. Lucian's fiery shaft filling her tight sex completely,
her velvet walls clutching at him with tiny spasms of ecstasy.

Camille arched her back, pressing her hands to Lucian's chest and
tilting her face to canopy high above. Her voice cried out sweetly,
filling the glade with her passionate song. Her body pressed against
him, shivering in the throes of pleasure, brought Lucian to his own
orgasm. His cock swelled against the sweet confines of Camille's sex
and his own soft voice echoed hers. Lucian's cock jerked with every
beat of his heart, spilling his seed deep inside to mix with her own.
They kissed hard in that moment, their tongues striving for dominance
between them. Her breasts were pressed flat against his smooth chest
and they slowed as the desperation passed. Lucian's cock still buried
deeply in Camille's womb, she finally lay still upon him. Her labored
breathing slowed and became gentle. Lucian pulled the girl close and
held her sleeping in his arms, feeling her heart against his own.

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Camille awoke as the last ray of golden sunlight fell through the
trees. She swept the air with her hand, expecting to find her lover
beside her. Nothing but the cool grass did her fingers touch. She
sighed loudly and reason, the enemy of dreams, fell upon her. Camille
looked wide eyed at her blouse, neatly buttoned her gown reaching
gently to her ankles, each pleat and flourish neatly smoothed. She
unconsciously pressed a hand between her thighs and felt a dull ache,
a lingering wetness she dared not contemplate, but rather attribute to
the innocence of dream.

end

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