Midnight Victories

Please be warned its a bit long.

Rated R.

For @MinxyMolly who wanted her own bit of filth ;)

The knock on the door roused her from her daydream. "M'lady the count is here for you" said the maid, "I'll prepare the parlour" she continued before leaving the room.

Molly nodded absentmindedly to herself, the time was upon her and she was uncertain how to proceed. "Oh heavens, what have I got myself into?" she muttered as she stood up, straightening her skirts. The dress she'd chosen was meant to portray her as a strong, worldly woman. She was anything but that in real life. Breathing against the tight midnight blue bodice, she took a last look at herself in the mirror and hoped she was worthy. Her hazelnut coloured hair was pilled on top of her head, not a single strand out of place. Her pale skin stood out in the colour of the dress, accentuating her small breasts to an ample size as well as highlighting her hips. Her saving grace was that her eyes were too dark to betray any emotion she felt. Molly sighed and glanced one more time at herself before walking out the room.

As she walked down the steps, each soft rustle of the dress as loud as a gunshot to her ears, she tried to remain calm and practical. Emotions wouldn't help her now. Stopping before the oak parlour doors, she imagined her face devoid of any feeling and hoped she could play her part well.

"Count Summers, how kind of you to see me. I hope I'm not imposing on your time" Molly started as she walked in, her voice hitching at the last word. The light of the lamps did no justice to his beauty or his masculine figure. As she locked eyes with the Count, those impassive blue eyes, she tried to remain where she stood instead of bolting from the room. He was dressed in a beautifully fitting dark grey suit, the waistcoat a lighter colour than the suit. Most men couldn't carry a somber colour but he made it mouth watering. Noticing his cane leaning on one of the chairs, she smiled inwardly. She'd heard he didn't need it but it was for his protection from enraged husbands. What am I doing with a man like this, Molly thought to herself for the twentieth time that day.

"No you're not imposing on my time. It's a pleasure to spend a moment with a beautiful lady as yourself" the Count replied with a husky rumble, his voice flowing over her like butter. His black hair was long at the neck and nearly at his eyes, she was sure he grew it that long on purpose. No matter, it gave him a rakish look, as if he'd just tumbled out of bed. The hairs on her neck stood as she felt shivers from the look he gave her, she was certainly not equipped to handle a man who looked as wicked as he did.

He walked over to her place by the door, "Come sit, or would you prefer to get straight to the matter at hand?" He asked as he offered his arm. The cheek of him ushering her in her own home snapped her out of his charm. Pointedly stepping away from his arm, Molly went to sit down at the tea service the maid had brought in. Settling into the red high back chair, she grabbed the silver tea pot and looked over to where he still stood, looking at her with a small smile.

"How do you take your tea?" She asked, noticing the chill in her tone. Good, she thought, he wouldn't think of taking advantage of her now. "Pale but not too sweet. It has to have a slight bite to it" he explained as he moved to sit down across from her, leaning back to watch her pour. Molly wondered if he was talking about her, but dismissed the thought. He could say anything but she wouldn't fall for him. She couldn't afford to.

Trying to appear nonchalant about his visit, Molly enquired about his day and the few friends she knew him to have. Making idle chatter seemed to increase the tension in the room, not decrease it. "Molly I must say, as refreshing as it is to converse with a woman that speaks her mind, that's not why you called for me is it?" he said as he stood up and walked towards her, his presence over her blocking the light.

Raising herself up from the chair so that she wouldn't appear meek, Molly tried to be just as conversational as before. "Yes well, you see, I'm seven years and Twenty. I'm not married therefore I'm a spinster. Most of the men that courted me were Fortune Hunters. I'm not afraid of living alone Count Summers..." Molly trailed off, wondering how best to phrase her request. God he'll think me a fool, Molly thought as she wrung her hands in front of her skirts. The sudden contact of calloused fingers holding her own made her jump, before realising the Count was trying to console her.

"I'm sure whatever it is, I'll be able to help" he said, a sincere offer but his smile was anything but. This man had bedded more than his share of women. When she still attended the seasons, all the gossip had been about who he hadn't slept with. Those privy enough to share his bed had smiled unabashedly, knowing they were the envy of every woman in the room.

"I need to become a knowledgeable woman..." Molly trailed off again, a blush creeping up from her chest. Focusing on an empty corner in the parlour, she took a deep breath and rushed through the sentence. "I want to lose my womanhood - to you" she stole a quick glance at his face before looking back to the corner. His face was devoid of any emotion. If he rejected her, there was no one suitable enough for her to consider. She had only picked him because he didn't need her money, he wasn't married and he had no qualms about bedding any woman!

"And if I say no?" the low whisper of his voice barely reaching her ears. He placed a hand on her chin and forced her to face him. Those deep, blue eyes watched her, waiting for her reaction. "Then nothing changes, though I'd hope you wouldn't mention that I asked you of this. I'm already the talk of the ton" she said, her voice low as her eyes dropped to his lips before back to his eyes. She tried not to focus on his touch but his warmth was comforting. Wearily she admitted to herself she wanted to know how else his hands could comfort her.

"Was I your only choice or have you asked others?" He asked, moving his body closer to hers as his hand dropped to her bodice. Molly blushed again as she dropped her head to the floor, surely now her face was as red as the brickwork outside.

"No you're the only one" she whispered, watching as his fingers played with stitching of the bodice. The sound of the room was quiet, only interrupted by the occasional carriage driving past her closed curtain windows. "You were the only man I considered that wouldn't accept me for just my fortune. You're more well endowed than I and therefore less likely to try to use me" she spoke with some honesty. Molly chose to leave out the information she'd heard about his stamina and well versed skills in the bedroom.

"Well I'm sad to hear those were the only qualities you considered, for that leaves me no choice then" the Count said, stepping back from her. Molly felt her heart drop to her stomach, she hadn't truly expected him to say no. As the tears threatened to well up in her eyes, she kept her gaze to the floor. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her shamed and rejected.

"I'll have the maid -"

"But to say yes, in the hopes of changing your opinion about me" the Count continued over her. It took Molly a few seconds to acknowledge what he had said and at that point she looked up to find him removing his jacket. She gasped, averting her eyes "What on earth are you doing?!" Molly sharply whispered as she watched the parlour doors.

"Getting ready to bed you" she heard him say with a laugh in his voice.

"Really, you are lacking in manners. I did not mean here!" Molly whispered, her face aflame from the thought of the maid walking in at this moment. They knew how eccentric she could be but this was just not acceptable.

"No we'll start here and make our way to the bed" he laughed again, stepping closer to her again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to resist the urge to see how indecent he was. "Look at me Molly" he murmured as he stood in front of her. She shook her head, refusing to be an accomplice in his misadventure. If she did look, she might never stop looking and then what would happen next - scandal surely.

"Look or I'll make you look" his voice took on an edge and she felt something in her lower stomach pool in reaction. Before she could answer him, she felt his hands on her waist, grabbing her tightly to keep her still. "So be it" he muttered. The feeling of his lips on her own made her gasp, and he took it as an invitation. With her lips parted, he teased her tongue with his own, slowly as if he cherished every taste of her mouth. Sighing deeply, Molly raised her arms around his neck as she held on for life. He was evoking feelings in her she'd never ever felt before and it was wondrous. As he gently bit her lip, Molly relished in the slight sting and moaned for more.

"Bedroom?" he questioned against her mouth, using the opportunity to breathe deep. Molly seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and her body seemed to floating in a bubble. Her lips felt bruised but she wanted more of him. Opening her eyes, she found him still dressed - sans the jacket, waistcoat and tie. He looked dangerously wanton and powerful, this was a man not to be trifled with regardless of what he wore.

Clearing her throat, Molly seemed lost for words. Her teachers at Madame Elite's School for Girls had never prepared her for a situation like this.

"If you'll follow me, Count" she said, stepping away from him to lead the way.

"Please, call me Edward" he said, grabbing her arm to stop her, "I think we're passed formalities now don't you Molly?" he said with a grin. The way he said her name made her feel cherished and she couldn't help but smile back. "Of course...Edward" she replied, feeling as if they'd just broken a rule. Damn the ton!

Opening the parlour door, she checked for her maid before quickly walking up the stairs. Edward followed a step behind her, cupping her bottom through her skirts and she couldn't help but feel wanton. Oh tonight was to be the night! Opening her bedroom door, she gave him room to enter be looking the door with her key.

"It seems I'm trapped then" Edward said as he perused her room. The cherry oak four-poster bed had been a lavish gift to herself but at times it had felt too big for just her alone. The matching wardrobe stood in the corner next to the door of the adjoining bathroom. The window curtains were pulled open to allow a view of the dark night sky. Luckily she never had to worry about her neighbours, her back garden ensured no one could interrupt her privacy in her room. Turning on the bedside lamp Molly stood nervously by the bed, unsure of how to recommence the passion that had started downstairs.

"Come to me Molly" Edward requested at the foot of the bed. Moving slowly, Molly tried to not fear what was about to happen. She wanted to experience this, just once, so she didn't feel like the world knew a secret that she wasn't privy to. "Undress me" Edward commanded when she stood in front him. She looked up, startled by the suggestion but the small smile on Edward'a face told her it was okay. With hesitant fingers, she undid his shirt buttons one by one, unveiling his tanned chest that was lightly dusted with hair. As Molly pulled apart the shirt, she tried not to stare at his torso but he was a work of art surely.

Shrugging out of his shirt, he nodded to her hands, "Touch me" he whispered. Molly sighed, the temptation she felt for him was growing steadily. Raising a hard to his chest, she felt the steady thump of his heartbeat. Feeling brave she caressed his shoulders before trailing her fingers to his stomach. Though flat, she could feel the muscle beneath his skin and it's movement as he sharply inhaled. Wondering where that small trail of hair led to, she cautiously hooked a finger in his trousers before looking to meet his eyes.
Edward breathed heavily and his eyes appeared to be almost black, his jaw was fixed in concentration. Moving her hand, she quickly took a step back "Sorry, I didn't mean to go further than what you allowed me" she whispered, hoping she hasn't angered him.

"Oh sweet Molly, you haven't disappointed me. I was enjoying your naïveté explorations" he said with a laugh as he pulled her close. He stood at least a foot taller than her and as she rested her head on his shoulder, she realised she had a near naked man in her bedroom. She smiled at the thought, how thrilling it felt to have a man like Edward in her chambers - if only for just a night. "Now turn for me, I'm going to unlace you" he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and teasing to her skin.

Turning in his arms, she gripped the post of the bed to hold her steady. Trying to pretend it was her maid that undressed her to calm her nerves, the first touch of Edward's finger on her skin set her alight. As he pulled the dress agape, she felt his lips kiss her right shoulder and her knees nearly buckled. "Drop your arms" Edward said as he trailed kisses to her other shoulder. Letting go of the post seemed to take forever but her arms fell to her side and Edward pushed her dress over her hips to the floor.

Molly gasped and grabbed onto the post again as his hands grabbed her ankles and softly moved up her stockings. "Do you know Molly, I've wanted to see you like this for over a year. I fantasised about you when I was with other women, as callous as that sounds but I never thought I'd get to have a chance with you" Edward said as his lips followed his hands, reaching her hips and stopping at the top of her stockings. As he rolled them down, Molly tried to comprehend that Edward had wanted her but his fingers proved to be a distraction. She lifted each leg and he tossed the garment to the side of the room. Molly shuddered as his bare hand touched her skin, caressing her in gentle ways as her nails dug into the post.

"The only thing between us now is your slip and my trousers" he said against her skin as he kissed her knee. Molly giggled, unable to stop the reaction. "Is that funny to you Madam?" Edward admonished her with a teasing tone. Repeating the movement with her other leg, Molly giggled again, her knee buckling under the ticklish torture. Suddenly Molly found herself pushed onto the bed, with Edward on top of her. With his weight pinning her down she should have felt panicked but she only felt safe and breathless. His masculinity was an overpowering stimulant and she willingly craved it. "Sit up and pull the pins out of your hair" Edward whispered before moving from her back. Missing his warmth, her skin felt cool without his body atop hers.

Sitting up, she slowly pulled the pins out of her hair, collecting them in her hand before placing them on the side. Edward sat behind her and pulled her close, his fingers combing through her dark brown tresses. As she sat back in his arms, that was when she realised he had no trousers on. His legs were tanned and muscular, with a smattering of hair on his legs and thighs. "Take the slip off" Edward said as he already tugged it from beneath her thighs. He discarded it the same way he did her stockings, but feeling his hands cup her breasts soon made her forgive him for any messiness. His fingers gently rolled her nipples, creating a tugging sensation in her womb. Molly closed her eyes to his ministrations, rolling her head into the crook of neck and tried to stop moaning like a wanton woman. As he continued playing with her, she felt a wetness between her thighs that was similar to when she touched herself but she had never felt like this before. Her nipples seemed to be connected to her womb, and she felt her breasts grow heavy with anticipation of more. There's was an ache between her legs and she shifted her knees in an attempt to ease it. "Edward, I need more, I'm aching" she cried, knowing only he could solve the situation.

"I know dearest, just trust me" he whispered as he moved a hand across her stomach, slowly cupping her sex before rubbing against her slit. She gasped with joy when he touched her nub, the touch electric and easing some of the ache in her womb. It wasn't enough though, "More Edward, touch me" she whispered hotly at him. Molly longed to feel fulfilment and this was better that what she had ever expected with Edward. "Relax Molly" he soothed her, his left hand still teasing her breast and nipple. As she breathed deeply, his finger slid into her quim and she couldn't help the shout of joy that came from her. It felt too good to be anything but heavenly, she rocked her hips against his hand in the hopes of feeling more but Edward pinched her nipple and the pain startled her into a stop. The initial flinch faded and she was left feeling a sweet throbbing that matched the one in between her legs. "Oh Edward, more please"

"Lie down and I'll show you more" he said as he pulled his finger from between her thighs. Molly refused to feel shameful as Edward studied her body, from her full, heavy breasts to the hair that covered her privates. "Spread your legs" Edward commanded and Molly responded immediately. Her body longed for his touch with joy and she wouldn't deny herself that. "Oh look at that pretty cunt, all pink and wet. And your clit is shinning like a pearl" he muttered as he stared at her. Molly felt a sudden flood of moisture in her quim with his description of her 'cunt' as he called it. "I've waited so long for this" he said, looking at Molly before bending his face to her cunt.

"Edward what are you - oh my, oh Edward!" Molly cried out as his fingers parted her slit and his tongue bathed her privates. It felt glorious, he gently sucked her clit before probing her hole with his tongue then his finger inside again. Alternating between the two, Molly tried to cover her moans but she felt a wave building within her body and every time she neared an unknown crescendo, Edward would pull back.

"Damn you Edward, stop playing with me!" Molly swore at him, flushed and sweating, her body was on the edge of something wonderful. Looking up from between her thighs, Molly had to stifle the moan of a woman basking in her power, as his mouth was coated in her juices. Still fingering her, Edward sat up and kissed her. At first Molly didn't respond before opening her mouth to him and tasting herself on his lips. She tasted like strawberries with a tarty aftertaste, but Edward relished in it as he kept kissing her, his other hand back on her nipple while he fingered her to the crescendo again.

"Yes Edward, oh yes, I'm so close!" Molly cried, hoping he wouldn't stop as the waves fell upon her. "Edward!" she cried as it hit her, she was free falling to an orgasmic pool that kept washing her with sensations and feelings. Edward was relentless, his fingers thrusting in and out of her so fast that the waves didn't stop. Molly kept crying his name before he finally slowed after a few minutes, her body racked with little shivers of pleasures. This had been worth waiting for, Molly decided as her body felt to languid to do anything but lie there, content in the prowess that was Edward Summers.

"That was amazing Edward" Molly said with a smile as Edward sat on his heels, his hand on his manhood. Under his ministrations, it grew to a size Molly didn't think was possible. "There's still more Molly, and your induction will be complete" Edward said as he fisted his penis, the tip glistening with fluids. "That's going inside me?" Molly asked with a gulp, it would never fit she thought. "It will only hurt but for a bit, trust me as you have before" he said as he caressed her thigh with his free hand. Trying to not watch him touching himself, Molly looked into his eyes and nodded, her mouth dry of moisture. This had been what she had asked of him and his determination to deliver was a testament to every rumour she had heard of him.

Leaning over her, Edward kissed her softly as his hand returned to her nipple. His body settled between hers and she coveted the feeling it created in her. Writhing beneath him, she wrapped her legs around him as the feeling grew in her cunt again. "More Edward" she moaned helplessly against his mouth, his kisses setting fire to her body. As he kissed her neck, he moved further down and suckled on her nippled, the throbbing matching that in her cunt. Crying out with pleasure, it seemed to connect directly to her clit and she writhed hard against his thigh.

Using both hands, Edward cupped her bottom and lifted her higher as he sat up, his member standing thick and proud between his legs. Looking into her eyes, Edward couldn't imagine walking away unscathed from this encounter. It was true he had wanted her since he first joined the ton but he'd heard she'd long given up on men and he didn't want to face her rejection. Now to finally have her beneath him, it was worth the ache in his balls. "Look Molly, watch us join together" Edward groaned as he slowly slid inside her sheathe. Molly tried to watch as her cunt encased him but the sensation was too much and she threw her head back. With every inch, her pussy sucked him in deeper and eased the empty feeling. Edward stopped and pulled back out, a smile forming on his lips as Molly gave a mournful groan. "Patience my minx, I have to give you a chance to adjust" Edward said as he slowly pushed back in, her cunt engulfing him in heat.

Swivelling his hips, Molly cried out as he cock sank deeper into her cunt. With a final thrust, Edward was fully seated inside her as Molly felt the sharp stab of pain of losing her womanhood. As tears pricked behind her eyes, Molly looked up to watch Edward, his body taut with concentration. As he pulled out and slid back in, the friction eased the pain away. With slow thrusts, Edward began to rebuild her passions. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she took the initiative to move to meet his thrusts as Edward ignited her flames. Edward held himself above her body, placing an arm on either side of her head as he continued to penetrate her deeply while increasing his pace.

Molly moaned with no care of who heard, the feeling of finally being fucked was exquisite. "Oh Edward, I feel it again" she cried as she felt the waves building and rising to crush her. "Let it go for me Molly" Edward commanded as he placed a hand between them, stroking her clit with his fast fingers. "Yes - oh yes, just like that Edward!" Molly groaned as her orgasm rushed to drown her and she cried his name silently as the core of it overpowered her. Edward leaned back to fuck her with shallow thrusts as his own orgasm approached. Feeling his balls draw up, he gave one last thrust before pulling out and covering her stomach in his seed. "Molly!" he shouted, her name a blessing on his lips as he squirted over her.

Falling to the side of the bed, Edward pulled Molly into his arms as her bottom settled onto his spent cock. He inhaled the smell of her hair, a hint of jasmine and smiled. He normally left a woman as soon as he conquered her but with Molly, he wanted to nourish and relish in her gift. There was nowhere else he wanted to be but next to her.

"You performed admirably Edward" Molly said with a laugh, her orgasm had spent her and from the liquid that covered her stomach, it was safe to assume Edward had reached his own ending. "Well there's still another round in me - I want to show you everything Molly" Edward said quietly as he hugged her closer. Molly nodded, cautiously hoping Edward was speaking as more than just a tutor. Closing his eyes, Edward called upon his determination in the hopes that he could convince her to keep him for longer than a night.