FEATURED CO-AUTHOR: MISS ALISTRA

PAIRING: Liam/Anna (his family's servant when he was human)

Where *is* that girl? I really need her.

"Anna?" I call out the back door of the house. Father took Katherine and Mother to the O'Donnell's for tea and I'm glad they didn't expect *my* attendance. I would rather *die* than have to keep company with their twenty year old, Colleen. She's a bit too- pure for my tastes.

"Anna?" I whisper, though I don't know why. But when I'm creeping around the barn, I whisper. "Anna?" I think I hear her. "Where are you, Love?" I need you.

Lord Machiavelli's Isabel wouldn't give it up for me this morning after church. Oh, but she was a tease and now I've got a major hard one... and no one around. Well... *almost* no one.

Oh no! He is coming this way! Please Lord, give me strength not to stray from your good path!

But master Liam is such a handsome man! I do not heed the words of Eibhlín. She is a silly woman. Just because she has been the master's cook for a small eternity, she thinks she knows everything. How can she say that master Liam is a bad person? I know he would never chase the girls like she said! He is a good man!

And Lord! How I wish he would look my way! But no! I mustn't think like that! I'm not worthy of this kind and intelligent man! How could he ever stoop so low as to lay eyes on a mere maid like me? A dumb, scrawny little thing, with slim build and a big bosom no man could possibly like. I will just quietly walk back into the kitchen and...

"Well hello there..."

Dear Lord! My heart nearly bursts when I hear him behind me.

Oh, Anna... such a sweet one, or so says Father.

Along with 'LIAM, you louse, you drink too much' and 'Whoring will get you no where, Liam' and 'Disrespectful, unworthy whore'.

And 'stay away from sweet Anna, Liam, even the maid is too good for ye.'

Well... I am unsure if she's good or not.

But I'll know soon enough.

"Master Liam!" She gasps. "I thought- you were to be at the O'Donnell's to see to Mistress Colleen?"

I'd rather see to *you*, Anna. I'm glad I failed to say that aloud.

"Colleen bores me," I sigh. "I thought I would come home and share *your* company. Must be terribly lonesome in the house here for you." I take a step closer to her and wonder what she's hiding under those petticoats. I wonder if she's been had before?

Good Lord! Do not tempt me! I hold the bucket to my chest like a drowning woman. The stench of the sticky remains of pig food bite my nose, but for nothing on god's purple earth would I let go of it.

"S-Sir?" Oh, what a kind man he is, considering my loneliness? And did he really say he wanted to keep me company? I feel the traitorous rush of blood reddening not only my cheeks but also my ears and neck. How embarrassing! He will think I am a dumb little girl, now!

Oh my goodness, I cannot meet his eyes! His beautiful brown eyes burn into me with a passion and I am afraid that he will see right into my soul and read my deepest hidden love for him.

Oh my! What if he thinks that horrible waste stench comes from me?! I need to lose the bucket and quickly!

Quickly I drop the wooden bin, dangling it from its string. No! I hadn't seen him approaching!

I think my head will fall off from the amount of blood flooding it.

"I'm sorry master Liam, I'm so very sorry!!" I exclaim while he bends down holding his knee. What have I done?! Her will never look at me again! Oh God, I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid!

I glance over and cannot help but notice how close I am to her-

"Shall I fetch the doctor?" She asks, worried. OH yeah... she's as good as underneath me.

"No, Anna, I'll be fine. Just- fetch me that there chair, will you?" She pulls over a small chair and I sit down.

"Shall I get a cold press?"

"No, no, Anna, just- sit with me for a spell," I reply and touch her hand softly. "Why do you care about me so much, Anna?" I ask and she looks... worried, startled.

No. Nononononono! He wasn't supposed to know! Now he will tell me to leave! Sweet Jesus! I know the other maids of the quarter. There was this one, Cait, who tempted Father Finnegan's son. Not long and he had to marry her, for she bore his child. Never would I do such a thing!

He must know! I would never dishonor this kind and friendly man!

Startled, I shrink away from him, falling to my knees on the yellow straw: "No, no, my lord, you-you must be mistaken! I- I do not care! I mean of course I *do* care, my lord! But not in an unseemly way! Just the way a good maid should care for her master! Because that is what I am. A maid. And nothing more! I would never try... Never, Sir!"

I cannot blush anymore than I already have; my face is glowing like red ambers. His smile is still so incredibly kind and he suddenly takes my hand. Oh, Lord! He takes my hand!

"Hush, Anna," I say. I must proceed with caution in order to attain my prize. I bet she's tight inside, a small woman like her, and new, fresh flesh… I can hardly contain myself.

"Hush," I repeat and press my lips to the top of her hand. "You needn't worry, Anna." I turn her hand over and press an open, wet kiss to her palm, allowing my lips to linger just a bit longer than is completely appropriate. "You will never be 'just a maid'," I whisper into her flesh. Oh, yes- I do know how to work the fairer sex, do I not?

My pulse is racing. I feel faint. Unelegantly, I fall to sit. Somewhere, my brain realizes that my mouth is hanging open dumbly, but I cannot close it, may I try as hard as I can.

Has he really said that to me? I must be hearing things!

"S-Sir, I don't ... I mean, Master Liam..." I try again, but my hand is still in his, and I cannot find the strength to remove it.

"Ssh," I coo before placing my hand softly on her cheek. I lean over and press a soft kiss to her lips, just to see her reaction. How close am I to being inside her?

I'm dreaming. For sure, this is all a dream. My dear master would never... or would he? I remember now, in this moment, while my eyes flutter shut and my heart pounds wildly in my chest, I remember. Hidden glances when I served dinner. A brief touch while passing... Is it true? Is there a passion in him that is for me and just me? Oh dear savior, let it be truth! No devil baiting me, but the Lord in his kindness!

His lips feel like rose petals on mine. There is the strong scent of ale underneath, but my head swims with a confusion that gives way to all encompassing happiness when I feel him falling to one knee beside me.

His hand is on my back, and my breath hitches when he holds me close! He pulls away from my burning lips and I see him smile at me. And behold, for he has the face of an angel walking the earth!

OH yeah, I'm as good as under her skirt.

"Anna," I whisper softly. "Beautiful Anna," I say before kissing her cheek and dragging my tongue down to nibble her throat.

Okay- let's just... see here. I slide the hand on her back downward to gently cup the swell of her behind.

His hands are on me! This thought only occupies my mind. I have never been touched by a man before, but in my eyes it seems only fitting that he should take my body, for he has owned my heart and soul for an uncounted time longer!

I find myself no longer caring whether I am being tempted. I have loved him for too long a time to resist, which is why I shamelessly raise my hip to allow his hand room to move.

Ooo... I slip my hand further below, under her thigh. "Sweet Anna," I say softly and lick the swell of her bosom, right above where her dress begins. "Anna, I want..." I trail my desire off as I use my other hand to massage the soft flesh I know is right beneath the dress. Even as I caress her through her dress, her bosom heaves and fills my palm.

Is he talking? Is this real? My body trembles like never before.

"Oh please!" I whisper, not knowing what I am begging for. Do I want him to stop? Do I want him to go on?

OH yes, Father, see what a perfect son I have grown to be? About to take the maid in our very own stables?

Okay, okay. I slip one hand back to begin pulling at the ties. I'm quite good at removing clothing; I've removed enough of it from fair maidens.

My other hand wraps around her waist and hoists her up on her knees as I kneel before her. I press her against my groin and I wonder if she can feel me. I wonder if she's scared.

He has such big hands; so manly he is!

I cannot help it any longer, if I am to be damned, at least let me go having learned a man's touch!

My arms wrap around his neck and his mouth seeks out mine once more. Ah! These lips, parting to treasure me with an even greater gift! His tongue caresses my lips, trying to get me to join in his sensual dance!

The fog in my mind clears partially when he pulls me close. What ever has he got in his pocket?! Something is poking my belly.

Oh dear lord, she kisses me back and is not bad. By far not the worst of untouched maidens I've kissed.

I pull the front of her dress down to expose her bosom and I place my hands on them, testing their weight in my palms before squeezing them a bit and placing a kiss on each.

"Oh Sweet Anna, will you have me?" I ask, rather poetically, if I do say so myself. "All of me as I am kneeling before you a simple man?" She should *love* that mushy stuff. "Will you receive the man in me?"

"Master Liam..." I start but he gives me the sweetest of kisses and whispers: "Do you want me to be your master? Or do you want me to be your Liam?"

"Master Liam, I beg of you, do not play with my feelings!" I whimper as he lowers me to the stable floor, his big form hovering above me.

"For now, Anna, for *us* and no one else, it's just Liam," I say before I claim her lips again and I press my groin against her. She seems to like that.

Oh, but wait- must be the smallest amount considerate, true?

I sit back on my heels and say, "This won't do for a such a beautiful thing as you, Sweet Anna." She watches as I unbutton my shirt and I take it off. "Place this beneath you, Anna, so the ground won't mar your skin."

I must have died and gone to heaven! This angel smiles down at me and all of the sudden I am no longer afraid. Obediently, I lie on his shirt, my eyes riveted to the smooth planes of his chest. He is not as muscled as my brother Colm, but he doesn't work in the mines, either. He is pale, even more so under his nice shirt and the color clashes with my rough workmaid's tan. Another visual reminder that we are of different worlds.

Beautiful she is. I can admit that of all the maidens that have laid beneath me and stared at me with such innocence, she is perhaps the most beautiful.

I desperately need her. My trousers are too confining and if she's never seen a man- I at least hope that perhaps she had a small brother she may have changed. She could not *possibly* be as naive to not know what a man has, could she?

Not that it matters. She's as good as mine.

"You're such a beauty" I croon, pushing up her skirts and down the front of her dress so that they pool at her waist. The best way to deal with virgins? Don't give them the time to change their mind!

Kissing her deeply again, I effectively close her eyes. The bunched up skirts are enough of a visual barrier so that I can quickly free myself. Ahh! Much better! Her legs part all too willingly and I don't think that she even realizes I have lost my pants when I lie upon her, my hardness rubbing over her sex, only divided by the thin cloth of her knickers.

I have never felt like this! His hands are on my chest, and he doesn't seem to mind in the least that my bosom is big. He is such a gentleman! Deep, deep down in the pit of my stomach, a tingling starts to grow. I felt that way before, but never this intense! I felt it that one time when I was still little - but ah! I never even felt him spread my legs! Oh dear Lord, please, please don't let me go to hell for this, for it is your love that I share with this wonderful, kind man!

"Please!"

I pepper her face in kisses and perhaps if I give her a bit more, she'll feel comfortable to touch me back.

So I slide my tongue down her neck, over her collarbone down to take one nipple in my mouth. I lave her flesh with my tongue a bit before flicking my tongue over the hardening bud, which cupping the other in my palm briefly.

I wonder if her hand ever wandered down where mine is going to go. While I kiss her ample bosom, my other hand slides down her body and I rub my manhood roughly for a second and groan, before pressing my palm against her sex and rubbing the cloth against her hot flesh.

"Liam!!"

All rational thought is nothing more than a distant memory, I arch into his sinfully delicious touch. The more instinctual side of me, buried deep inside under layers and layers of moral and ethics, knows what is about to happen, knows without ever being told. This side makes me spread my legs that much wider, pushing up and into his hardness. Yes, scared but determined, I hold onto my lover, having made up my mind to give him all of me.

Oh yes. So very close. She presses against me and I thrust against her a bit as I pull the ties from her knickers to loosen them enough to pull them down to her knees.

"Are you afraid?" Escapes my lips unintentionally, as I pull down her knickers to reveal her sex.

"No." I answer breathlessly, but in all honesty, "I trust you, Liam. I am not afraid of you." and for the first time, it is me who kisses him,

Oh, just perfect. Simply magnificent.

She's kissing me deeply and her small hands touch my arms. I press myself against her opening and push inside her. AT LAST, Sweet Anna! Take *that*, Father.

He is doing it, making me his, taking me like a wife! I am so happy that he is with me at last that I bury my head in his shoulder and grip his arms forcefully when he pushes inside me. Tears spill from my eyes, there is pain, so much pain, but I will not cry, it is our joining and I will not spoil it for him! I love him too much for that. No. I hold on to him, trying to coax another kiss from his sweet sweet lips, anything to remind me of the love that expresses itself through the ripping pain in me. But he avoids my searching mouth. His eyes closed tightly, his face is a mask of concentration as he moves deeper and deeper inside me with every stroke of his powerful hips.

"Oh, yes," I groan as I thrust inside her. Simply perfect. If only Isabel Machiavelli knew what she could have had! But no matter.

I avoid her searching lips. I do not kiss while being in a woman. The kissing is to just get inside and now I have won and there is no need to convince her.

OH, but she does feel wonderfully tight as she grips me, both in and out.

From one heartbeat to the next, everything changes. The pain diminishes to a dull throbbing and when he returns to me this time, he angles himself so that he suddenly -"Ah!"- he did it again. Despite the cool air around us, I am beginning to feel hot. My lover's movement is eliciting jolts of pleasure ripping through me, causing me to grip him even tighter and pull up my knees to rest at his sides. A shudder runs through me as his head falls down and he (seemingly unconsciously) bites my collarbone. Reflexively I tense, which feels really funny where we are joined. I suppose he felt it too, because he stills and his head snaps up.

Oh, god! I hope I haven't done anything wrong!!

That was- what do I need to tell her to have her do that again? Hmm... "Oh, beautiful Anna," I coo. "You *do* please me so," I say. "Do that again, my sweet."

I smile at him with relief: "Is that true, Liam? Do I please you?"

He returns my smile and bends down to kiss me. I love him so dearly, how could I ever deny him anything? So I do it again. And again.

"OH Christ, Anna," I grunt and slam into her again, harder than before.

I grip her hips tightly and hold her down so all pleasure is controlled by me and me alone.

I slam into her repeatedly, driving through to the straw below us. "Yes, Anna, gah," I grunt as my explosion comes within my reach.

"God yes!" he yells, his fingers probably bruising my hips. I feel him shudder violently, see him gasping for air. Is he alright? He scares me; did I harm him? I feel him jerk inside me even after he has collapsed on top of me. Is this supposed to happen? He looked as if he was in pain! Oh, god! It must be me! I did something all wrong!

Oh, Christ.

And Father wonders why I enjoy women so much... he's clearly been doing it wrong.

I slowly sit up on my heels and run a finger through my tussled hair.

Damn, that was... intense. I see her look up at me with these big doe eyes. She's almost crying. Christ, I don't want to have to talk to her *now*!

"I am so sorry, Liam! I- I never before. I'm so sorry I disappointed you!"

Huh?

"I, I..." and I'm crying. He is such a good man and I really don't deserve him! "You must know that I never meant to... I didn't ... I'm so sorry Liam that I couldn't be what you deserve!" I sniffle.

She.. I... Huh? She just gave me the probably best high I ever had and she *apologizes* for it??!

"No, Anna- don't cry," I say as she sits up and I pull my shirt from behind her. "Disappoint me? I *told* you, you please me. *Pleased* me- immensely, Anna."

I slowly sort my wrinkled dress and am still crying when I answer: "No, I know that you are a very noble man, Liam, You do not need to comfort me. I do not deserve such a kind and humble man. Please forgive m-me..."

Um... yeah.

Okay. "There's nothing to forgive, Anna," I tell her. "Perhaps you'd like to boil me some water for a bath?" I need to be presentable for when Father comes home, don't I?

On second though, perhaps I'll go see how much Colleen wants to dote on me *today*.

My pitiful crying ceases as I look at this wonderful gentleman. Instead of making me feel bad, he spares my feelings by acting as if all is normal. I love him with all my heart!  Ihurry to arrange my clothing as good as possible, before making haste to follow his wish. He is such a good man, I am the luckiest girl in the world that he chose me above anyone else.