Lily had bruises on her arms, shoulders, and stomach by the time Lord Blackwood was finished with her. She was far too small and he was far too rough. He took her selfishly gave not a whit for her pleasure or even for her safety. Of course, that was all Lily knew of the male sex, so she was not surprised, but Lord Blackwood was even worse than the former suitor who had taken her by force. At least he had been quick, Blackwood took his precious time, and the more clothes he took off, the worse his unbathed odor became. He also kept the light on, the better to see Lillian's beautiful face and delicate curves, but that also meant that Lily had to look at him, and see every awful, drunken expression he made.
She lay there for a time, aching and recovering her wits, suppressing the urge to weep hysterically, but, in spite of her profound exhaustion, Lily was not sleepy. She got out of bed and put on her dressing gown and padded out to the balcony in bare feet. Her chambers overlooked the Blackwood Hall courtyard. The evening was a bit chill, but pleasant enough, and the fresh air helped chase away the memory of Blackwood and his personal stench, and quelled her tears. Lily played her fingers along some ivy growing on the railing, thinking, Wouldn't Rosie like this? Rosie. Always Rosie. Lily drew upon the memory of her little daughter to give her strength, she could practically hear Rosie giggling already... except... that didn't sound like Rosie's voice, did it? It sounded like a grown woman!
Lily craned her neck and her jaw dropped as she saw the beautiful Will Blackwood saunter out into the courtyard, dragging Minnie with one hand and the scullery maid with the other. He was visibly drunk, red-cheeked and staggering a little, and he led the two giggling girls (who Lily suspected were also at least tipsy) into a secluded corner of the courtyard behind an ivy-covered wall. Lily suspected that hers was the only balcony on the estate, indeed, the only place in London, from which one could observe the goings-on in that particular corner of the courtyard. She watched as Will pulled Minnie in for an embrace and she became confused as Will kissed the girl on her neck, unbuttoning her frock so that he could kiss her decolletage, making Minnie gasp and lean her head back for more. The scullery maid, meanwhile, had one arm around Will's shoulders, while the other hand delved into his trousers.
Lily thought that Minnie must be Will's favorite, as he paid more attention to her, settling her on a low stone bench while he fiddled with her dress and undergarments. It was a strange, giddy sensation Lily felt when Minnie's breasts were finally bared and the young maid leaned against the ivy-covered wall as Will kissed her chest. Curiously, he also suckled Minnie's breasts like an overgrown infant, which made Lily uncomfortable at first, but as Minnie panted and moaned, Lily became excited in a way she'd never felt before. The scullery maid sat beside Minnie and started kissing her and fondling her breasts while Will disappeared beneath Minnie's skirts. Lily wondered what Will was doing down there, because she saw Minnie's legs slide apart and start squirming, and the noises she made intensified in pitch and volume. Lily felt that ticklish warmth between her legs, and it mounted with every passing second that she secretly watched the tryst. She saw Minnie's hand disappear beneath the scullery maid's skirts, and soon both girls were moaning in unison, kissing and squirming and arching their backs. Lily could only imagine what it felt like, but she thought that it must have something to do with this ticklish, tingling feeling between her legs. Curiously, Lily rolled up the hem of her dressing gown, and slowly let her fingers wander along her inner thigh, until they reached the silky warmth of her labia. She was a bit surprised to find that between her labia, she was quite wet and slick. The more of herself she touched, the harder her heart pounded, and she began to think she understood why Minnie was making those noises.
Suddenly, Will resurfaced from under Minnie's skirts. He hastily undressed the top half of the scullery maid and left a few marks on her breasts with his lips and teeth, then arranged the two girls on the bench to his liking. He made the scullery maid sit with her legs far apart and Minnie's head pillowed on one thigh. He pushed Minnie's skirts up so that her legs were bared and had the scullery maid hitch her skirts up so that her legs and sex were bared, too. Lily held her breath in anticipation of what was going to happen, wondering if things were about to get very unpleasant, for it looked like Will was about to take Minnie the way Blackwood had taken her not long ago.
Lily was only partially right, she realized, because Will may have been drunk and a little careless with the girls, but he was not rough, nor violent, nor did they seem to be at all in pain. In fact, they were eager, still giggling and gasping as Will arranged them. Then he opened his trousers and freed his member, a sight which made Lily's fingers curl as they explored her opening, and her sex throbbed in approval as Will thrust himself inside of Minnie and made the girl issue a long, pleasurable, needy moan. He simultaneously put his face between the scullery maid's legs and did something, Lily didn't know what, but the scullery maid was now enjoying herself almost as much as Minnie. As aroused as she was, Lily also felt jealous of the two girls, she wanted to be in their place, she wanted to know what that kind of pleasure was like, she wanted Will's girth inside of her and his gentle hands on her body. As Lily's fingers explored, they found a spot toward the top of her folds that, when touched, made her body shudder and spasm with pleasure. While the tryst in the courtyard progressed, Lily touched her pearl, caressing it and pressing it until her legs gave out and she collapsed on the balcony with a moan of pleasure.
“Bollocks!” she heard Minnie gasp, “Someone's coming!”
They had heard her! Lily watched between the bars of the railing and through the leaves of the ivy as Will gave the scullery maid one last lick, then he pulled out of Minnie and buttoned his trousers with some difficulty, as his member was still stiff and not very well complying with the garment's tailoring, but he managed it, then walked off without a word, leaving the two women to scramble and frantically dress themselves before they were found out.
Lily sat on the balcony long after the tryst broke up, confused and disgusted with herself. Will Blackwood was a disgusting, selfish, drunken, lech-- just like his father. How could she have these feelings for such a creature? And her intended step-son, no less! Lily shuddered.
By and by, her wits recovered, and Lily went inside out of the night air to get some rest. She lay down and closed her eyes, but for some reason, sleep would not come. She could not stop thinking about the new, foreign feelings of pleasure, how excited she was by Will and what he did to the maids, and a part of her felt grief, because she knew she would never know what it felt like to be Minnie, writhing and moaning beneath Will's touch. Lily tossed and turned all night, and when dawn broke, she felt even worse than the day before. She rose from bed exhausted and got herself dressed, realizing that she could hear Will out in the hall, barking at one of the servants before he stomped off to his own chambers. Lily was glad he was so noisy so that she could avoid him on her way down to breakfast, and hopefully every other time she left her room, too. If she never spoke to Will Blackwood again it would be too soon!