Capturing the Butterfly

STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLY: I ABSOLUTELY DON'T own any of the characters from Rurouni Kenshin. And I DON'T make money out of this. This is for entertainment purposes only.



Author's notes:
excuse me for the grammar, peeps....not good at it.



Chapter 1 - Mark of a Rake

Only the fire from the large, adobe hearth was the light source inside the master's bedroom of Easterby mansion. Dark yet cozy, the total ambience of the chamber reflected much of the young earl's prestigious lifestyle. From expensive furnitures coming from different countries he traveled to the rich tapestries decorated at each corners of his room, all were easily acquired by the young earl that he extracted from his very own abundant resources. Some were gifts from his countless friends from high society, believing that most of the presenters had ulterior motives behind their sleeves. The lord's chamber was said to be the largest of all the rooms built, lavishly decorated, obvious signs of his being the master of the whole estate. It was occupied and located at the West wing of the Easterby Manor.

Why wouldn't he if he was one of the most influential and rich titled man in England next to His Majesty of England? In fact, the whole estate reflected all of his power and abundance. Rich, yearly collection of rents from the numerous tenants of his vast lands and prosperous income coming from his shipping business had been his main resources of livelihood. Don't forget to mention his great influence and giving advices at the King's Court for managing the economy growth of his motherland. No wonder why he had many acquaintances from left to right, though he knew that only few were classified as loyal to him. He had the power to do anything he wants, even if most of the times his morals tarnished along the playful process, especially at his favorite hobby. That was why along his glorious side, many considered him scandalous and immoral, but not to the extent of ruining the lives of people involved. In most instances, they were richly compensated by the earl in return. Being one of the notorious rake - like his predecessor males from his family - mother London had ever conceived, he gave them perfect entertainment and gossips that will last for many years to come.

Adding to his collection of numerous scandals was his being a half-breed earl. Early in his life, many had condemned him of his mixed blood of Caucasian and Asian. But as he was schooled and grew up, the king was very much compensated by all of his tactics and intelligent advices in many, many aspects including swooning women. Since then, no one dared to touch him. Many envied him but that was all they could do - for now. He had learned long time ago that being a man of knowledge; influences and bountiful resources will only earn him the respect that he deserved from these power-hunger thieves and self-righteous racists of English society.

Hair as dark as sin, eyes shaded as cobalt-blue and possessing lean, healthy stud physique, he definitely captured numerous eyes from the fairer sex. And surely had caused several raised jealous and intimidated eyebrows from the men's side. Since the dawn of his sexual awakening, those were been a part of his daily life. He is the ever endearing, charming yet dangerous rake of London Society - the 3rd generation earl of Easterby.

"I need a towel, Yahiko-kun," a dark, deep voice was heard near the hearth of the master's chamber. A tall, lean man was whole drenched as he roused himself from the warm waters of the rustic tub. He was half way met by his foreign squire - also belonging to his other half race - a 12 year old Japanese boy whom he had given an English name as Abel for easy pronunciation for the locals yet he preferred calling him by his real name.

A boy with spiky black hair and a witty attitude as if hope always sprung on him. Moujin Yahiko was a proud son of a dead samurai loyal to Tokugawa. He was adopted by him when he was 8 after the earl learned the boy’s tragic life as an orphan and a pickpocket for a certain Yakuza group in the market streets of Tokyo. After taken care completely of the low-life thugs who had given Yahiko a burdensome life, he took him under his wings, bringing him to England.

The young earl was deeply drawn by the boy's life though he didn't show out front. The boy reminded him his own fate but his was nothing compared to Yahiko's. He had inherited riches to back up his necessities and leisure while the boy had none.

"Here it is sire," the boy spoke in perfect English as he handed him a soft towel. Aoshi believed in education and this boy deserved to know what the world could offer. Even the earl didn't want any return on giving and helping him to live his life with dignity again, Yahiko insisted to be his squire, serving him in all his needs. For him it was a small price from giving him a decent life to be proud of. "Lady Francine will be arriving any moment, Lord Marcus." He gave his master an obvious grin.

"Do show the lady where my chamber is, after you clean this area, Yahiko-san." Their relationship had been like brothers. The lord of the manor was an only child. He had yearned to have a brother, or a sister, to share his interests, his ideas - everything what normal siblings have and do! But different tragic fate had told him that he will be living on his own. Those were the days he will never forget.

"I doubt that the lady doesn't know where your chamber is located, Lord Aoshi." So then the little man called his master by his Japanese name. Formalities between them was somewhat taken a rest when they were almost alone together. Only Aoshi's closest friends and trusted acquaintances call him by that name.

Aoshi. It was the name given by his Japanese mother, adding to his first one. His father had liked it - loved it actually but English Society rule had dictated that it should be otherwise. How will the people react if they found out that the future earl of Easterby had that weird, foreign name? Having known the condemning character side of the British - like we all do - better avoid the possible consequences earlier. Thus name Lord Marcus Aoshi Malory of Easterby was born at that night.

Aoshi grinned at the lad. He didn't mind the boy's bluntness. In fact, it was more of an entertainment to him. Aoshi liked knowing the young boy’s views. In the world of deceit, greed and hypocrisy, Yahiko’s honesty proved to be one of his assets that Aoshi really liked and wanted. "Just in case, Yahiko-kun, I don't want the Lady get lost into my castle. You knew how short my patience is." He wrapped the towel around his tapered, beautiful waist then tucked to secure it. He was still dripping wet yet it didn't matter to him. In time, the fire at the room's hearth will dry him naturally.

After tending all of his chores at his lord's bath, Yahiko politely asked, "Permission to go now, Lord Aoshi, to fetch Lady Francine. She must be at the lobby by now." A blush came out from his cheeks for he knew what was about to take place after leading the only daughter of Viscount Dryden of Brinestone - one of his new acquaintances at the King's Court - to his lord's grand chamber. Alone.

Sensing what on Yahiko's 'almost' uncorrupted mind, Aoshi briefly waved his hand, shooing him. But before Yahiko made his complete exit to the door, the earl uttered mischievously, "Need not to worry, my boy. I won't be alone with her."

Looking back at his master's current state, Yahiko gave a lopsided smile as he shook his head. "Then again, Lord Aoshi, I doubt that. No one can stop you when that 'need' of yours comes to your senses." Then he left, closing the huge door behind him.

Clever boy. He knew his master's needs accurately. Someday, Yahiko will pay for his 'insolence' towards his lord's personal businesses.

15 minutes had past, three knocks from his chamber's door was heard. So the Lady of Brinestone arrived. Time to ready himself. But before the young lady was led to his room, Aoshi had already summoned for his trusted, old Russian steward, Misha Tchaikovsky to discuss his businesses. According to the old man, this was somewhat important and urgent. As Lady Francine quietly entered the earl's cozy chamber, she found two men - one behind the big wooden desk writing and at the same time reading some sort of report while the other - a very familiar figure – the handsome young earl stood near the hearth. It seemed that the lord of the manor was serious at the moment, with arms crossed above his broad chest and staring cold blue eyes never leaving in the dances of flame.

Unsure of what was happening at the moment between the two, Lady Frances slowly approached the man she came for. She intentionally coughed to catch the lord's attention, to make him turn around but he didn't. "Am I interfering something, Lord Easterby?"

The sweet female voice was the cue for the arrival of the lady that the young earl expecting. He did recognize her presence in the room earlier but his mind was too busy assessing things up on the topic that he and his trusted steward was currently discussing. "Nay, not at all." said Aoshi as he brushed his wet bangs away from his impassive face.

"If you want, Lord Easterby, I'll return after...." the old steward was a bit uncomfortable - as always when this earl's specific need was demanded. He knew what was about to happen if he happens to leave them in the chamber of the lord alone. His face was serious and whatever malice lurking in his mind, it was totally been kept taken care of. “I’ll return after your business with the Lady of Brinestone.” He bowed his head to give respect to the lady. He hoped it worked.

“No,” Aoshi said flatly. “There’s no need for you to leave.”

That statement of his made the old steward worry. It was not in his young earl’s nature to surpass the pleasure he usually have with these kinds of ladies. Surely, it was not the earl’s very intention to let him stay inside his chambers while they do that…..Of course not! That is so scandalous, especially for the well-bred Lady of Brinestone.

“But sire,” the old man continued to protest.

The young lady had no idea what was really happening by that time. She stood there, waiting what was about to unfold. Her eyes were shifting between the two.

A wicked grin was seen on his face. His mischievousness had been working again. “You don’t want to make your master angry, right Misha?”

The old steward sighed roughly. “I am no position to object but…but…but for the lady’s sake,”

“She will understand. You may continue what you were doing as I do what I must.” Oh there it is. The venom of a notorious rake started his ways.

Aoshi turned on his back to his gorgeous, well-bred lady he was about to share with his night. With a simple nod, he called her to get near to him. His left arm was propped on his tapered waist. He proved to be exerting some kind of masculine pride, emanating from him abundantly.

“My Lord,” Lady Francine was cautiously approaching the earl, never taking her eyes off of him. She began to get some of the ideas what the earl wanted to do with her. “Are we….?”

“Yes, my lovely bird. Come to me,” Aoshi’s voice was so serene and comely. And with it, he can easily lure every female toward his bed without any hesitations on their part. Oh God! Why does this man have to be born to scrutinize with his own powerful, sexy ways the private, natural needs of general females?

The old steward had turned on his back, facing the young earl’s favorite huge chair against the arch windows. Its back was high enough to hide his whole body to Lord Aoshi and Lady Francine’s view. And by this, he would not be able to see what lascivious acts that his master will do with his priced ladybird. And beyond that that he didn’t want to imagine. He continued to remain impassive and composed to his master’s disreputable ways and hoping to report what should have been tackled and finished.

Lady Francine shyly asked the young earl, her slight trembling hands were at his bare hairless chest. “I don’t know if it is right to make love to you with another man present inside your chamber. What of my dignity?”

A devious smile was carved upon his luscious lips. “You have already compromised your dignity when I first touched you in the gardens of Helena a week ago. And please let me remind you that the place was more of publicly than we are currently having.” Aoshi loved on winning the battle of words.

“But this is different, my Lord. We were very careful not to be seen by the guests of the ton. We were hiding somewhere secluded and….” A deep blush was seen on her cheeks as she remembered the rest of the details of their illicit affair.

“Nonsense!” Aoshi took her hand and kissed it slowly and endearingly, making her insides go wild. And it successfully did. “I see in your beautiful, green eyes that you want me, my ladybird. I sense in your moves that you want me inside of you this instant, taking no heed to the ones around us. I knew for the first time you have given your priceless gift of virginity to me that you just wanted me so badly.” Then he kissed her at her slender nape, groaning.

“Oh….Lord….Marcus….”she hissed as she sensed his lips to her skin. Her knees were kind of wobbling or trembling. She could not stand away from the young earl’s devilish charms and lustful touches. He was indeed a ‘connoisseur of women’, an expert on women’s desire for lust and lovemaking. “Why are you doing this to me? I can’t simply resist you. I am of noble family….I am from a respectable clan….and yet….and yet when it comes to you, I am not better than a whore from a brothel.” Her dainty hands reached for his towel, wanting to touch his stiff proof of masculinity. Aoshi had expertly taught the beautiful 18 year old blond lady on how to please a man even without a deep penetration of flesh.

“You say many gibberish words, my lady. If I were you, I would put all of my intention on making your partner happy on this time.” He whispered huskily close to her ear.

Partner. That hit hard on the girl’s consciousness.

“Partner?” She arched away from his sinful touches and kisses. Her reaction was noted quickly by the young earl.

“I trust that you have already known what kind of relationship that I can only offer to you, Lady Francine.” His cobalt-blue eyes were never leaving of her wary green ones. “I am bound to no one, as you see.” He smiled wickedly yet compassionately.

“Partner.” She thought for a moment and tried to smile. “Yes, you have told me that at the night before you took my innocence. You have promised nothing but sinful pleasure that I might not find in the arms of other men which is I truly know by heart. I am about to marry a man quadruple times of my age, knowing that he will not stand a chance of a bedsport. Blasted arrange marriage! I hate what I have been compromised in the name of money and a title of being a duchess.” She turned her moist green eyes to his and said, “Why can’t it be you? You are rich and titled! You have connections to the King and….” Regret had some space on her voice. She was beginning to love this man despite of his rakish ways to women. She had seen something beyond his looks on him and certainly wanted to acknowledge that but she can’t for he had not promised to love her back. No attachment was their deal and that was it.

“Even I have those you claim, I am a ruined man. Every noble family in this kingdom wanted to have their daughters married into a decent and honest man, of pure breed.” Aoshi spoke of truth. “I value my freedom more than love.”

“You are an honest man, Lord Easterby, and I care naught of your being a half breed. Oh yes, on manner of honesty that I truly know though I think most of the women you have seduced and left, well, had bitterly thought otherwise.” Lady Francine had given him his good points.

“Ah yes, I have deeply compensated them in return of their services – both in bed and in their pockets. That I surely know. I don’t mind what they see in to me as long as we have that kind of arrangement.” He flatly uttered. He was trying to make himself and the young lady convinced about his abominable fate. He knew for the fact that his being born as a half-breed did make most of them turn away from his proposal to live a decent life.

She looked at him intensely and locked her arms around his strong neck. “Even so, that will not hinder me to take you again into my arms, my lord, disregarding what self-respect that is left in me. I have waited for a man like you to make me realize the power of seduction, lust and desire combined. My innocence was a small price to pay just to have you, my lord! I’ve been waiting for you to notice me.”

Oh my dear. Was he hearing it right? So the lady had wanted him long before. Since when? Have his rakish ways been that famous throughout the whole kingdom of England?

“You have plotted it nice, my ladybird. You have positively captured my heart.” ON THE MEANTIME, THAT IS! Knowing that the young earl is a butterfly like all of the rakes in the world, she couldn’t hope for the impossible.

Aoshi kissed her at her neck down to her hallow part of it. She felt his tongue making its way slowly towards her chest, between her rounding twins but her bodice was a hindrance to his upcoming pleasure. “We can not have this ‘exercise’ with that gown of yours secluding your gorgeous body to my touches.”

The girl giggled as she unhurriedly removed her clinging arms around his neck. She anticipated this much of him, of his being master of seduction and lust. Her mind and heart was totally at him, taking no longer notice to the man hiding behind at the young earl’s table and chair. She wanted him this badly. No more a shy damsel.

“Excuse me my lord? Do I have to continue to state the affairs that you should have looked upon earlier?” Alas! The man behind the young earl’s chair finally spoke. He felt certain ‘tingling’ things that he should not, afraid of losing his composure as a respectable gentleman. He wanted to get the hell out of his master’s room as soon as possible.

Aoshi was a little bit preoccupied on his ladybird’s luscious body. He liked women in well-bred status. He had tried of them all – their kind. Some were lonely young widows seeking for lost desires that their late husbands had taken from them and lovers that can’t perform. Some had been innocent and ‘so curious’ debutants from the tons who were mostly the most elegant, beautiful and priceless ones! Some had been independent women who swore no man will ever rule their lives yet needed desires to be filled for quite sometime. All were willing as far as he had estimated. Not a single of them had he forced to make them come into his bed or anywhere his lust and desires took him. He certainly had his ways with women to wanton over him in many possible ways.

“Lord Aoshi,” the man behind the huge Elizabethan chair called once again his master. But this time, he had said his master’s Japanese name which did catch the attention of the English lady for a while.

“Lord Aoshi? Is that your real name?” She tried to ask him in a normal way but as she sensed all his expert hands on her already exposed breasts and waist, she no longer waiting for his responds.

But the lord of Easterby answered, growling a little bit. “What is it to you if I was called by that name?”

“Won’t you prefer being called by your English name? Like Lord Marcus?”

So she was like them after all but not at the same level. He still sensed that the Lady had some confusion of her behalf about him. “My close friends call me by that name. I want them to be. It was my way of calming myself, being particular of not forgetting my other heritage.”

“Oh,” That was what the entranced Lady of Brinestone could say.

“Lord Aoshi, I think it would be best if,” the steward straightly uttered his side while arranging the papers on his hands. He tried to cock his head but did otherwise. He was so anxious to leave.

Aoshi abruptly interrupted his steward’s reasoning; one of his black eyebrows was raised. “Go on with your work, Misha. I am listening.” Then he cupped Lady Francine’s left round breast and sucked its pinkish nipple into his lips. It felt like what he had savored from the rest of the women he had ravished but on the lady’s part, it was pure heavenly.

The young woman gasped out of extreme pleasure as she crumpled with her dainty fingers the luscious ebony hair of the young earl. Oh God! He was making her whimpering like a hungry puppy.

Aoshi shove the lady’s gown down to her hips then to the stone floor. So goes with the rest of her underclothing. She was of pure ecstasy sight like a Greek goddess who had lived on earth just to satisfy this mortal’s carnal needs. He then took her to the nearest wooden chair after claiming her hands. He sat at the chair and heaved his towel away from his tapered waist, exposing the pride of his manhood to the young beautiful sprite.

Lady Francine unexpectedly gasped though she had already seen and used his tool of lust. Past nights had been a problem for her to sleep as she dreamt him and his….wishing to make her swoon by his expertise again and hopefully as always. Her marriage with the old Duke of Cromwell will not hinder her to receive such pleasure in life. She wanted to continue this liaison with the lord of Easterby, taking him as her lover. Oh God! She just wished that he could abide with that kind of setting. She will likely to die without those kinds of touches on her.

His shaft was already stiff and very eager to take control of the beating of coupling. Aoshi could not wait any longer, same goes with the Lady of Brinestone.

“Spread your thighs, Lady Francine. Slowly dip your maidenhead into my engorging shaft.” His eyes were glimmering in almost darkest. The fire at the hearth had been its caused. “This won’t be like the first time, you know. There will be no pain anymore. All will be just pure pleasure. Just let me guide you.”

“Oh God,” the steward hiding behind the desk hissed. So this was how his young master do his devious works towards women. He could not believe that he was hearing all of this. He also could not believe that this was the young boy, babe, he had help raised by his Japanese countess. “This is so humiliating.”

Lady Francine came before Aoshi then sat at his lap with both of her thighs parted widely. She positioned her already moist maidenhead at front of his lord’s shaft then slowly guiding it slowly into his. She clung to his broad shoulders, quite massaging as if she trusted her life on him. The sensation of having him inside of her was totally overwhelming. Aoshi clasped at the lady’s curvy hips, also guiding her towards his thick manhood. She was of smooth breed. That he truly know. Her skin was so soft, making him so vulnerable to her penetrations.

Then it entered. Lady Francine groaned, feeling him. She also felt his shaft’s hair caressing hers which did make her tickle.

“Glide up and down, my pretty ladybird.” Aoshi whispered near to her bulging breasts, licking each of it with his hot tongue. “You are so moist already.”

Her maidenhead was so wet caused by her natural love nectar. It was all he needed to make him more potent to his lustful ways. The glide had been smooth at first then as time goes by, it became harder and faster. Each thrust he gave to her was so exquisitely wonderful.

“You are….you are so damned, my lord….”she could not utter her words clearly. She was so pleasurably occupied to his biddings.

Aoshi groaned as he felt the intenseness of their rutting. In and out it came; the friction of lust had been one of best favorites in the game of courting and bedsporting. Like all the others he had fully learned and experienced.

“Ah my lord, I have received the letter about your relationship with China’s dynasty family. You have been endowed by the Emperor himself some of his rich parcel of land due to your valor of rescuing him into his assassination 5 months ago in Shanghai. And for other news, the shipment from West Indies had accumulated us additional merchants of trading to board over us. They likely wanted to open their business to the wild country of America, which one of our ships also ported.” He reported at haste, hearing all the groaning and loud swearing the couple do. “We had a problem though at the rise of the Native American Indians protest of having another English ship porting near their sea and soil but that I have already solved with the help of Sir Christopher Galloway, the eldest son of Earl Blanchet of Calburny. I have also collected all of the rents for this half year, Lord Aoshi. The tenants had been very pleased with your low rates of renting, giving them enough money for them and their families.”

Even though the young earl was preoccupied with his pleasure on receiving the lady’s trembling body, he heard all of his trusted stewards’ report. A satisfactorily smile was seen on his face, knowing all of his businesses were running smooth well.

“There is one more thing that is left to discuss, sire. It is about your business of arrange marriage in Japan. It is time for you to settle what the late Countess had for you.”

Aoshi’s world stopped. His face began to pale but Lady Francine didn’t notice one bit of his change of reaction. She continued to ride at him like to a horse, loving every moment of it. Her natural love nectar was abundantly gashing, making it easier to glide more on to his thick shaft. She unconsciously calling forth his Japanese name – Aoshi. Arching her back, she flung her head and giggled as the wild straddling goes on though Aoshi had been shaken for a moment.

“What do you mean by that, Misha?” Aoshi asked worriedly despite the sweetness of rutting he was receiving.

“The late Countess, with the consent of the English lord - your late father, had arranged a marriage for you. It was for you and your soon-to-be-wife’s obligation to bind your late mother’s and the other side’s families together.” He uncomfortably coughed as soon as he finished his sentence.

“I know nothing of this. I was not confided on this kind of arrangement!”

“I believe that you were long betrothed to the young Japanese heiress of Oniwabanshuu, the elite spy group of Tokugawa your mother and her clan had shared services. According to the papers sent to us, now that the young heiress is about to reached her 18 years of age, it is the right time to settle the agreement made between your mother’s clan to them. She is at the good state of breeding – healthy that is, highly sure of her status to create an heir to seal both each sides on wanting the next generation of heirs or heiresses.”

“But I don’t want an heir by this time. I have a life ahead of me for Kami-sama’s sake!” His voice thundered throughout the chamber. Obviously, the young earl didn’t like the obligation her late mother had bestowed upon him. He knew that sooner or later he will have to produce an heir but not like this! His late mother did make sure that both of their sides like have a legitimate heir coming from well-bred families but on her mother’s race.

Lady Francine suddenly stopped from enjoying the sweets her partner was giving upon her. She gazed at him exhaustedly. Their bonding had been intense until Aoshi broke out from his sudden anger. “What is it, my lord?”

Without breaking their union, Aoshi arched back his head and laughed. “I thought I am the man of my own destiny. I could not believe that mother will do such a thing to me.”

“I heard about marriage, my lord,” she innocently uttered as she massaged her lord’s broad chest then wetly kissed each of his nipples. “Or is it not?”

“You are not mistaken, my ladybird. We speak of marriage in here – arrange marriage that is!” He shook his head and cupped the chin of Francine, kissing her swollen lips.

“Is it from a friend of yours or a family?” she huskily whispered to him, her eyes were twinkling from desire.

It took a moment before he gave her his answer. “It is mine.” He grumbled.

“What?!” The lady of Brinestone was shocked knowing the earl of Easterby’s sudden predicament. “With whom?”

“I think it will be best for you not to know.” He suddenly grinned, trying to ease her away from asking any further about that arrangement. He guided her again to continue their glorious sex. Their union was still there and he simply thrust his hips to make her understand what he wanted to do next. The Lady of Brinestone mischievously smiled and worked on her way to slowly glide into his shaft. The wetness of her love nectar was still there, sticking both on their sex organs. Aoshi touched his manhood with his point finger then to Lady’s maidenhead. He took a small amount of the lady’s love nectar and tasted it. It was just like the others, nothing special. He’s a freak alright.

After a moment of silence between him and his young master, Misha continued his reading and reporting. “It was stated here that we have to abide with the agreement. Your mother had already caused so much trouble and dishonoring her clan for not marrying the leader of the Oniwabanshuu by that time. But instead, she ran off and married your English father in the name of love. In order to return the honor lost by your late mother, you have to submit yourself into it.”

Now they were using her mother’s pride and honor. Curses.

“Ah, also, they have highly raised the maiden’s physical features, my lord.” Misha could not believe what he was reading. In the letter stated that the young earl will not be disappointed on marrying the young chit. She was described to be one of the most comely women ever known to Japan that had lured so many proposals of marriages from different beaux from various races since the dawn of her maidenhood. So it sounded so exaggerated. But this could help to raise the young master’s interest, right?

“I don’t care if she is comely and beautiful. I want my freedom.” Half of it was true. He was a bit curious about the maiden’s identity and beauty. Will she be able to withstand all of his lust and rutting when they become as a man and wife?

“What about your mother’s honor, Lord Aoshi?”

“Damn it! I have no choice but to get on with it. Marry the girl then produce the heir that they both wanted. But see to it that my freedom is for me to grasp.”

“You will still continue your explicit affairs even you have your lovely wife on your side?” Misha felt sorry for the Japanese girl. There are some things that his young master could not live without – unbounded sex. “Could you not foresee yourself being happy with the performance of your soon-to-be-wife?”

“That I cannot say,” he sighed, knowing that he was acting such a bastard on the offered Japanese maiden. He was being so unfair to her but he could not help himself to get angry with the setting. “But it says nothing about being remaining loyal? Best that they know whom they are about to let their heiress deal with. Know the truth how God damn person I am, an unreformed rake.”

Misha wanted to turn around his sit to protest against his young master’s idea. Convincing him that it is not best to further mock the arrangement but he could not because of….. “Oh young master, it will only create a huge problem on your marriage.”

“I care naught of the marriage. If they badly want an heir from my blood, they should abide to some of my requests. Small favors, that is.”

There was no point on winning the young earl’s betwixt mind on matters of his freedom and marriage. The young master felt deceived and forced, feeling suffocated by the bond made long before he was born. The notorious rake will continue his reign but for what purpose? He had his reasons but it was not the time to tell.

Still savoring the exquisiteness of his shaft’s vigorous entering into Lady Francine’s swollen flower, he thought of the Japanese maiden – his soon-to-be-wife. Will she this excitingly responsive when he began to open her to the world of carnal needs? Will she be aggressive or reluctant when she shares herself in their bed for the first time? Do he have to teach her the ways of pleasuring a man just to keep him fully satisfied with the arrange agreement which he didn’t like? How about her virginity? Is she still intact on that part? Oh there are so many questions that are baffling him right now and could find the right answer to compensate his rage emotions until he is on that state.

In and out he absently thrust to Lady Francine’s while the lady busy feeling every bit of it, he began to imagine his stance when he makes love with the Japanese chit. She will be as wet and eager, that he liked her to be. He wanted her to surrender everything of herself until he gets tired of her – that is when they have positively produced an heir for both sides, performing his duty in the name of his crazed, beloved Japanese mother. He remembered too damn well how naughty his late mother was. All of her ideas were beyond reasoning.

“When will you set sail, my lord?” Misha finally asked, ending his musing.

“Has everything prepared in Japan when I arrive?”

“They said yes. They have already taken care of that.” Misha replied.

“So all they need is my presence,” he hissed, arching his head back to see the ceiling above him, “so as my priced seed for cultivating the maiden.”

“That is correct, my lord.”

“Then I shall set sail with some of my men, including Yahiko, 3 days from now. Prepare all the things needed for the travel and the expensive gifts for the offered maiden of Oniwabanshuu. The quicker we end this nonsense, the faster I get back with my life.” He grinned. Before he got on with his life as a rake, he will taste every bit of compensations from his about sacrifices from the Oniwabanshuu maiden. Oh yes, he will teach her, and then eat her out of it. It will be fun, he hoped. A sweet revenge, is it not?

But to think of it, she was like one of the women he will have to bed with so what’s with the big brooding? What’s with the problem of getting betwixt on her every night, every day, every noon, every time they are alone with each other until the heir is created? It will be lots of free lovemaking, right? Oh…it was the marriage – the tie that binds a man to his chosen woman – but to assess things up, she was not his choice. He felt nothing but a pawn on breeding the next line of generation. But somehow, he had to see things in other perspectives. He had to see the young Japanese woman first.

He had reached his climaxed so as with Lady Francine. His seed was about to come out and he have to spur it out, or else he might sire a babe in Lady Francine’s expense. He would not like that.

He removed his shaft out from Lady Francine’s swollen maidenhead and stroked its long length to spit his seed to the cold floor. Seeing his seed bursting from the rim of his pride, Lady Francine immediately kneeled from the floor and swallowed his thick sticky shaft, tasting his male essence without any shame. It felt good to the both of them. Aoshi felt her ruby lips sucking out the life of his pride; pleasuring him more while Lady Francine relished every liquid of semen his tool spurred out, gladly taking the new experience at hand.

“Dear lord!” Aoshi exclaimed as he drew his breath. Lady Francine had widened her lord’s muscular thighs for her to gain fully access to his rigorous tool of lust. Her whole mouth continued to swallow in and out his shaft while a hand of hers vigorously stroked the bottom end.

When the climax was over, Lady Francine stood and sat again at his lap, her thighs were widely separated apart. Both of their breaths were uneven. Their heart beats were so fast. She clung to him like as if she were a mere child seeking comfort.

“Let’s have this sport before you went on ravaging another woman’s flower, Lord Easterby,” the lady kissed his nape then gave an agonizing lick.

“I don’t know. I’ll check my schedule,” he chortled as he wickedly inserted his middle finger to Lady Francine’s engorged slimy hole of sex, thrusting it very slowly.

“Ah….you are doing it again….” She could not help to comment what she felt. “You wicked man…”

“You want it, so don’t refuse me.”

“Aye!” She laughed and arched her slender body to receive Aoshi’s expert fingers.

“Misha,” Aoshi called out for his old steward.

“What is it, Lord Aoshi?” he inquired without turning back towards him.

“I want to use a different name – last name, that is. Is Shinomori alright then? I like to use it.”

What’s with the new last name? It was clear that the young earl was up to something.

“If that pleases you, so be it, my lord.”

“Then I shall use Aoshi Shinomori as my name when I meet the lass. I know mother would like it too.”




ooc -
thankies for the reviews.

so Aoshi had not been in his original self this time.
I have my reasons why he's like that. We have to change his aloof persona sometimes.

Please review this one. ;) Thanks!