The Tonisian Distillation - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Lyle stood for a moment, watching the coach vanish into the city, before swinging up onto his horse. The musketeer set off for his flat, near Army Headquarters, where he wasted little time changing into a fresh uniform. All the while, he could feel the power coiling within him, ready to be unleashed at his whim.

Friedrich had changed drastically in the last few days. Prior to his trip to de'Boril's tower, he had been satisfied with the thought of a life in the military, and possibly marrying into the de'Forst Family, ensuring his mother and siblings a steady income for the rest of their lives. He had not been an ambitious man, and for a soldier he'd been fairly mild-mannered. Now, however, with the taint of de'Boril's potion coursing through his veins, now things were different. The action of the potion on his psyche had as much, if not more, effect as the physical changes within him. With de'Boril's draught burning within him, he could not help but think of himself as privileged, even superior.

He paused a moment before leaving his flat, his slim rapier in hand. Lord de'Boril had not tasked him with anything immediate; presumably the old soldier would have a 'battle' plan in place soon, and Lyle would be a part of it. Until then, he was on his own. There was one, he knew, that he would visit shortly, and with every intention of claiming her as his own. Julia.

Lovely Julia. Cold Julia. His fiance has baited him for months, though she had never delivered. He was hardly surprised; given the de'Forst Family's reputation as a powerful, opportunistic clan, Lyle had despaired of ever sampling her charms, or at least, not until they'd been properly wed. Lyle had been willing to put up with her games. After all, the benefits to his family were immeasurable, and she was a true beauty, well worth the wait. Or, so he had once thought.

The situation had changed drastically now though. He would be doing no more waiting, would be submitting to no more baiting.

The young officer hurried to the Headquarters building, with the purpose of reporting in. He'd barely entered the Commander's office when Sergeant Major Parant signaled him over.

Lyle nodded respectively to the old warrior. "How are you today, Sergeant Major?"

The Sergeant Major ignored the greeting. "Where you been, Leftenant? The Commander expected you back days ago." Parant's piercing glare stabbed out at Lyle, a look that had made many junior officers tremble, as though accusing Lyle of purposely causing difficulty.

A few days ago, the look would have made Lyle tremble too. Annoying Parant could have fatal consequences for an officer's career. Times had changed. "Lord de'Boril insisted on having me stay a bit, Sergeant Major. He knew my father, and when he found out who I was, there was nothing I could do to get away any sooner. You told me to show my respect." This last was said a bit reproachfully, for the Sergeant Major, another of de'Boril's former comrades, had great respect for the old commander, and had grilled Lyle repeatedly on how to behave before the young man had left on his courier mission.

Parant sniffed. "Aye, I did. Didn't expect that to keep you away for days though." He looked up the hall toward the Commander's office and nodded. "By the way, the Commander isn't in. Out for a look at the 3rd Lancers. I've got Sergeant Dalont covering you for another couple days, and the Commander won't be back until the Prince's gala." The Sergeant Major made no effort to hide his disgust, unlike de'Boril's first reaction. Lyle, who'd been under Parant's supervision from the moment he'd reported in, was quite familiar with his feelings toward the event, and had shared them even before his exposure to de'Boril's thoughts.

Lyle looked suitably apologetic, though he knew that nothing would come of his tardiness. Parant continued with, "why don't you knock off and go visit that girl of yours." The Sergeant Major was already turning away, glaring at one of the orderlies.

"Thank you, Sergeant Major."

Stepping onto the court in front of Headquarters, Lyle couldn't suppress a grin. A visit to Julia was just what he had in mind...

As the night deepened about him, Lyle strode confidently through the darkness. He'd left his horse stabled; he didn't want to draw the attention it would create.

The quickest way to the de'Forst villa was to cut through one of the seedier sections of the city, just to the south of Trader's Market. Most would avoid this route, even though going around would take quite a bit longer. Lyle didn't hesitate for a moment though. He moved easily into the shadows, along the sparsely occupied streets and alleys, sure he could handle anything that might attempt to cause him difficulty.

Sure enough, two blocks from the edge of the district, three toughs tried to take him. The only warning Lyle had was a muffled grunt and the scuffle of rapidly approaching bodies, but it was enough to give the young officer warning and to whirl about to face his assailants.

The first ruffian staggered to the side as the scabbard of Lyle's still-sheathed blade slammed into his head. As the man dropped limply to the ground, the second tough, a huge man with a filthy black beard, growled and tried to bear Lyle to the ground, bull-rushing him. Lyle dropped to one knee, and levered the man up and over with one hand, the enhanced strength the distillation had gifted him with easily compensating for the man's bulk. Black beard uttered a stunned oath as he sailed overhead.

With a skirl of steel, Lyle freed his blade. The third man, seeing how quickly Lyle had dealt with his mates, had stopped just out of reach of the shimmering steel and was now backing slowly away, fear in his eyes. "Lads, be glad I don't have the time to kill you." Lyle flicked the tip of his blade up, and the man ran, leaving his mates groaning behind him. Lyle left them there too, sheathing his sword and continuing on his way. The brief scuffle had driven home just how much he'd changed. Everything was different now...

With no further misadventures, Lyle soon found himself arriving at the de'Forst villa. He paused a moment, grinning. The imposing building, built during the time of the Halifax Rebellions more than a century ago and consequently surrounded by a fairly substantial wall, was elegant in its simplicity. Hidden by that simple exterior though, Lyle knew that there was room upon room of objet d'art that, had Clarion de'Forst wished, could be used to buy up half the city. Clarion was the de'Forst Clan head and Julia's father, a lion of a man with honorable service in the Principality's Armed Forces and a ruthlessness when it came to trade that made him feared in cities the world over.

These thoughts passed through Lyle's head even as he eyed the wall thoughtfully. Then, with a running leap, he grasped the top of the surrounding wall, pulling himself up with little effort. In moments, he'd crossed the extensive, statue-strewn lawns and arrived below Julia's balcony. He'd seen no one up to that point, though he knew that the de'Forst's did not pinch pennies when it came to their security. He had little time. Examining the walls beneath Julia's room thoughtfully, Lyle paused for only a moment before carefully making his way upward. Without his new strength, the climb would have been impossible, but now, it was merely difficult. Finally, as quietly as he could, Lyle stepped onto the balcony and quickly found a deep shadow. From below, he could make out the muffled steps of the expected patrol as it passed by, a patrol that never noticed his entrance.

Lyle grinned, the excitement of his infiltration making him giddy. He calmed himself before shifting to where he could make out Julia's room. From the concealment of the balcony's deep shadows, Lyle could make out his fiance's room. He'd never been in the room himself, having never made it past the main sitting room down below. There was a first time for everything, he thought wryly.

The canopied bed, the most imposing piece of furniture within, huge and draped in filmy white gauze, thrust out into the room from one side. Other bits of furniture were scattered here and there, a largish divan and a settee, a number of small tables holding assorted bric-a-brac, not one but two massive wardrobes. Lyle was disappointed to see that Julia was not present.

He settled down to wait. After all, he had nothing better to do.

It was nearing midnight when his lady finally returned. The door suddenly opened, admitting a maid, who held the door for her lady. Shrinking once more into the shadows, Lyle spied upon his fiance. Julia looked stunning, dressed in a fine red silk gown; her blonde tresses gleaming from the thorough combing she had her maids give it every day. She ignored the woman that held the door for her, completely missing the maid's curtsy and withdrawal. Instead, she moved to the divan, quickly releasing the catches on her dress and discarding the red silk, tossing it negligently across the settee. Lyle's heart started pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the excitement of sneaking onto the de'Forst grounds. Wearing only her underskirts, she sat before the divan's mirror for a moment, admiring herself. Lyle was just about to enter, preparing to begin his 'conversion' of the girl, when Julia reached out, stroking one corner of the mirror's frame. She muttered something under her breath as she did so. Lyle paused, still wreathed in shadows, blinking in surprise.

The mirror, which until then had reflected the image of the beautiful girl before it, clouded quickly. In a moment it cleared once more, but this time it showed a man, sitting in a chair and reading a slim book. "Marcus," Julia called softly.

The man looked up immediately, a smile lighting his face. "I was waiting for your call, Lady," he said. Lyle, still amazed at the magical mirror Julia possessed, and suddenly fearful of what she may have observed over the last couple days, still noted that the man reflected there was none other than Lord Marcus Alint, an older man well regarded among the peerage, quite wealthy and quite married. Alint had a number of interests within the city, and sat on the Prince's Council. For a man still in his late forties, he was extremely powerful. Seeing him here, reflected in Julia's mirror, caused Lyle a bit of concern. More than a little wary, Lyle scowled. He slipped further into the shadows to see how this would play out.

"Can you come through?" Julia was asking softly, a near whisper. Lyle could hear something in her voice that he'd never heard before. Desire? Yearning?

Alint glanced thoughtfully to the side, pursing his lips. "Aye, I can. Aria took a draft tonight that will have her asleep til noon tomorrow... Open the way."

Lyle watched carefully as Julia touched another section of the mirror. It took on a silvery sheen, then an intense glow flowed from it, creating a bright... something... before the mirror. Then, Alint appeared, stepping from the glow casually, as if he traveled this way often. Lyle pursed his lips thoughtfully.

As soon as the mirror returned to normal, Alint turned and took Julia in his arms. The two embraced, kissing passionately. Lyle gripped his sword tightly. The situation was unexpected. Quite unexpected. But then again, the last few days had gone a long way toward giving Lyle an expanded view of what was possible. This situation might be of more interest to Lord de'Boril than he'd thought...

"I have missed you, my sweet," Alint rumbled as he stroked the girl's hair. "Aria has been a constant pain these last few days. Only by thinking of you was I able to stand it."

"My Lord, I wish we could be together in truth, instead of this half-life we have, but," Julia rested her head against Alint's chest, "what can we do?"

Alint sighed. "Nothing, nothing." He kissed her again, stroking her gleaming hair gently.

Alint and Julia wasted little time. The man, with many years of experience, easily slipped the closures on Julia's undergarments open, quickly freeing her youthful, beautiful body. Breasts of the purest white were revealed first, then her waist, her hips, and then the golden-hued snatch of muff between her thighs. Last of all, her long, slim legs. Lyle's heart thudded loudly, the influence of the elixir making it an effort of will to remain in the shadows.

Alint too was soon stripped bare. He was a big man, well-muscled. He'd kept himself in shape over the years, spending a good amount of time on the dueling mats, Lyle supposed. His hair, a sandy brown with a sprinkling of silver, was tied off in a queue, and his skin was browned from much time in the sun. He had narrow hips, and he had been blessed, Lyle noted sourly, with a good-sized cock. Lyle watched with as much calm as he could muster, as Julia's delicate, pale hand closed about the man's shaft, and he barely heard her appreciative murmurs. Slowly, teasingly, Lyle's fiance moved back to her bed, pulling the flimsy drapes haphazardly aside. She sank into the softness of the mattress, her arms encircling Alint, pulling him closer. The man hissed in pleasure when Julia's coral-hued tongue darted from between glistening lips to find the head of his cock.

Lyle was breathing rhythmically as he watched, maintaining his mental distance from the scene in front of him. Almost casually, he removed his clothing, preparing himself for his next, required, action. The drive of the potion within him would not allow him to slip away quietly. Not now, with the sexual tension building within the room. He retained his mental faculties though, and knew that this could well be a boon for de'Boril and his budding plans. Adding Julia to de'Boril's 'Clan', and through her, Alint, would give de'Boril a leg up even before he'd truly begun...

Alint was standing before the girl, rocking slightly as she worked his shaft between her lips. Julia's arms were wrapped about the man's hips, holding him close. Now, Lyle thought.

Stepping into the room carrying his still-sheathed blade and wearing not a strip of clothing, Lyle moved quickly. Before Alint could do more than note a bit of movement in his peripheral vision, Lyle was behind him, slamming the hilt of his weapon against the back of the older man's head. Alint dropped without a sound.

Julia, startled at Alint's sudden collapse, looked up, her eyes widening with shock. Lyle was upon her before she could draw breath to scream. He'd discarded his blade as soon as Alint had dropped, freeing both hands. He pressed in on her, shoving her back onto her bed, one hand slapping across her mouth with the strength of iron, the other catching her arm tightly.

Muffled as she was, Julia still tried to plead. Lying atop her, Lyle could feel her futile efforts of escape. He shook his head and smiled. From only inches away, he whispered, "ah, Lady Julia. I'd not expected to find you in such a... such an interesting position." There was fear in Julia's eyes.

Lyle felt the expected tingling where his skin touched Julia's. As both wore not a bit of clothing, the tingling was pretty much everywhere. "Do you feel that," he whispered, still holding the girl tight. "Of course you do. With every passing second, your desire for me is growing, love. Unless you free yourself quickly, that tingling will have you begging me to fuck you, will have you wanting nothing more than my cock buried within you."

Julia was obviously feeling the effects of that wondrous tingling. The fear was still there, but her eyes were hooded, and her breathing had changed. Moaning softly, she still struggled a bit, but the pauses were growing longer...

Lyle waited a few moments more, before releasing her arms and almost gently running his hand down her flank. He felt Julia's body quiver in response, and she made no attempt to wriggle away. He drew his hand up once more, shifting slightly so that he might capture her breast, fingering her rigid nipple. She arched against him, as if to allow him further access to her charms.

Lyle released her mouth. The only sounds Julia issued were soft gasps of need. With a savage joy, Lyle captured her mouth with his, taking a kiss from the woman that had denied him so much. Shortly, he would be taking so much more...

When the kiss finally broke, Julia gasped out, "H-how, Friedrich, ahh!" Lyle's mouth had closed on that needy nipple, working it with teeth, tongue and lips. He didn't bother to respond to the girl's query.

After exploring her body thoroughly, causing her to orgasm once in the process as he nuzzled her clit roughly, Lyle rose to his knees. His solid cock speared upward, quivering with need. Staring at the supine girl before him, her eyes almost closed and her breasts heaving, flushed with desire, Lyle decided he could hold back no more.

Stroking himself, he ordered, "Roll over." A moment later, Julia twisted about, thrusting the sheets, already tangled from her frantic thrashing, to the side. Lyle paused a moment longer to admire the girl's smooth perfection, her sleek body, the silken curve of her hips and ass. Then wasting no more time, he thrust forward, burying himself within her waiting hole.

Julia was thrusting herself back, attempting to impale herself as far as possible on Lyle's tool. Lyle had to hold her tight about the waist to keep her from bucking him off. She thrashed back and forth, grinding against him. He continued his steady, pounding. Feeling his own release mounting, he pulled her tight against him, holding her there in spite of her frantic wriggling, until he reached his release.

As he expected, the sudden flood of his cum within her took Julia over the edge into convulsions of pleasure. Her shuddering and moaning continued for quite a while. Still kneeling between the girl's legs, Lyle watched some of his excess seed oozed from her open labia. After what seemed to be more than five minutes, Julia finally recovered. She held herself still for a moment longer before languidly turning about.

Facing Lyle once more, completely unconcerned about her nudity, she stared at the man who had just taken her. "I'm yours," she muttered softly, eyes wide, her fingers already reaching for her semen-filled box.

"Aye, you are."

Lyle wasted little time with Julia once he'd taken her into the 'family'. He pursed his lips thoughtfully at the man still lying unconscious on the floor at the foot of Julia's bed before telling her to fuck the man well. Julia was already slipping to the floor, her eager mouth once more seeking Alint's cock, when Lyle said, "I'll see you soon. Don't take anyone else within the household unless you've asked me first." When the girl, busy attempting to 'revive' Lord Alint, didn't respond, Lyle snagged a bunch of her hair and pulled her head back. "Do you understand!"

Gasping, tears in her eyes, Julia gasped out, "Yes, Milord." Lyle let her go back to her ministrations, before slipping once more onto the balcony.

"Not exactly the way I imagined it," he muttered, looking out over the grounds as he quickly dressed, "but it can't hurt to have Lord Alint under the influence..."

Short minutes later, even as Marcus Alint was beginning to respond to Julia de'Forst's determined attentions, Lyle strolled easily along darkened streets, returning to his flat.

Continued in Chapter 8

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