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sidThese commentfic were originally part of an Anonymous Kink Meme. But I figured I might as well share them with the handful of you who are familiar with the fandom. So shhhhhhh!
Both pretty much NC-17, albeit couched in the language of the early 19th century. :-)
First prompt: Stephen/Diana - Wedding night. Stephen is a virgin; Diana is surprised.
Warning: HET, omg!
Most of the naked women he's seen have been corpses for the dissecting. When he examines a woman as a doctor, she retains as many articles of clothing as possible. Most married men even, he has gathered, never see their wives utterly naked, but only disarrange and rearrange whatever clothing or nightclothes they are wearing in order to achieve marital coupling.
Diana comes to their honeymoon bed naked as the day she was born and coaxes him out of his nightshirt with laughter and kisses. One part of him is delighted by her joy and openness - another thinks of all those who have been here before him. But he knew of her past: with her husband, with her lovers.
Stephen does not want to disappoint, and fears that he must, although he is eager and his prick is rampant. So he strokes her and kisses her and nuzzles her neck, her breasts. He touches her between her legs, feels her heat, feels her desire coating his fingers.
And then he does it all again and again.
Finally she takes his hand in hers. "I am quite ready," she promises him, "there is no need for further delay. What keeps you, Maturin? I know I do not displease you." She takes his prick in her hand and squeezes it, smiling.
Stephen is silent, not knowing what to say, fearful. If she mocks... he should say nothing, hope for the best, carry on forward... "I have never done this," he blurts.
"What jape is this?" Diana stares at him in amazement. "You are not truly serious, Maturin?"
"I am," Stephen says, turning his face from hers and waiting for her laughter. If only she will not reject me... I can learn, I can please her, I know it.
"Stephen," she whispers. "Surely you know what to do, how to proceed?"
"Of course," Stephen says, affronted. "The human body, the female body holds no mysteries from me, no secrets. It is experience only that I lack."
Diana leans up and kisses him, then lies back on the bed and spreads her legs invitingly. "Then come, husband, come. We shall remedy that, and it will be only the beginning."
Stephen soon finds that his prick knows exactly what to do, that his hips move naturally, instinctively, that his wife's body holds his member like a glove holds a hand, that although the human body might hold no mysteries for him, heaven has a few to reveal this night.
Diana reaches her climax first, and even in the frenzied moments approaching his own climax Stephen knows the signs. This is no gesture, no fakery. Her nipples, already hard, stiffen; her warm depths spasm around him and her juices flow down to soak the sheets.
She holds him tightly as he comes inside of her, and kisses and pets him lovingly as he lies atop her, trembling with pleasure and relief.
~~~~
Second prompt: Stephen/Jack enema
Warning: ENEMA, omg!
(and btw, enemas are canon. *g*)
It took a good fifteen minutes for Stephen to convince Jack that an enema was required, and that he must submit, and that there was no time like the present and not a moment to be lost; and another ten minutes, as Jack griped and stalled, to get Jack to remove his breeches and underclothes and climb up onto a locker.
“Just so, on your side, and you must bend your leg, thus. Now, are you comfortable and relaxed, brother?”
“I am not. How could I be so, when you are about to stick that foul contraption up within me?”
“It is a clyster syringe, Jack, not a ‘foul contraption’.”
“That depends on which end of it you are on,” Jack grumbled.
“You will feel my finger now,” Stephen said, lifting the cloth he had modestly draped over Jack’s nether regions. He slowly began to insert his oiled finger. Jack gasped and his back straightened. “Relax,” Stephen urged. “There is no pain in something so small.”
Jack took a deep breath. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels damned odd.”
Stephen gently pushed a little deeper, oiling and opening Jack’s passage. When he removed his hand, Jack sighed. “Now the syringe, my dear. Very well oiled and containing nothing but sweet fresh water with just a little salt in it, warm and relaxing, nothing unpleasant or irritating. You will be soon be comfortably on your seat of ease, and feeling restored to your normal health soon after.”
He placed the tip of the syringe against Jack’s anus and pushed inwards slowly, adjusting his angle. Jack groaned. “I know,” Stephen soothed. “It is nearly in, very nearly.”
By the time the syringe was seated at the proper depth, Stephen could hear a change in his patient’s breathing, and detected a flush on the tip of his ear, and his cheek. “Now I will depress the plunger, so, and you will feel the liquid entering.”
A quiver ran through Jack’s body and his fingers scrabbled at the edge of the cloth that covered his thighs and genitals.
Stephen kept slowly forcing the contents of the clyster up into Jack. “Arousal is not uncommon in these procedures, brother.”
Jack’s hand stilled. “What?”
“There; now you shall hold the fluid within you for five minutes, longer if you can, and all will be well with your world again.” Stephen began withdrawing the syringe, neither too quickly or too slowly.
“Stephen?” Jack said anxiously.
“Will you permit me to help you, brother?”
“What?” Jack angled his head back and stared up at Stephen with one wide eye. He winced as the syringe left his body.
“If you will allow me?” Stephen rested his hand on Jack’s hip and plucked at the cloth.
“Why would you… you cannot want to….”
“As your physician, I have put you into this state, and as your friend, I wish you to have the necessary relief. I am quite happy to help.”
“Is it… is it all right?”
“Quite all right, Jack.” Stephen lifted the corner of the cloth and slid his hand beneath it. “I am your doctor.” He found Jack’s prick hard and hot and eagerly responsive to his touch. “And it will be much less exhausting to convince you that you require an enema the next time, if this experience is an agreeable one for you to look back upon. So you can see that I am actually being quite selfish.”
It was only the work of a minute or so to bring Jack to his completion, leaving him limp and smiling, his eyes shut and beads of sweat shining on his brow.
Stephen wiped his hand carefully on his handkerchief and put it back deep in his pocket. “Soon you will feel the urge to evacuate. You must lie here just as you are until the urge passes, and then it will be quite safe to rise up and walk.”
“Thank you, Stephen,” Jack murmured.
Stephen found himself smiling. “My pleasure.”
Both pretty much NC-17, albeit couched in the language of the early 19th century. :-)
First prompt: Stephen/Diana - Wedding night. Stephen is a virgin; Diana is surprised.
Warning: HET, omg!
Most of the naked women he's seen have been corpses for the dissecting. When he examines a woman as a doctor, she retains as many articles of clothing as possible. Most married men even, he has gathered, never see their wives utterly naked, but only disarrange and rearrange whatever clothing or nightclothes they are wearing in order to achieve marital coupling.
Diana comes to their honeymoon bed naked as the day she was born and coaxes him out of his nightshirt with laughter and kisses. One part of him is delighted by her joy and openness - another thinks of all those who have been here before him. But he knew of her past: with her husband, with her lovers.
Stephen does not want to disappoint, and fears that he must, although he is eager and his prick is rampant. So he strokes her and kisses her and nuzzles her neck, her breasts. He touches her between her legs, feels her heat, feels her desire coating his fingers.
And then he does it all again and again.
Finally she takes his hand in hers. "I am quite ready," she promises him, "there is no need for further delay. What keeps you, Maturin? I know I do not displease you." She takes his prick in her hand and squeezes it, smiling.
Stephen is silent, not knowing what to say, fearful. If she mocks... he should say nothing, hope for the best, carry on forward... "I have never done this," he blurts.
"What jape is this?" Diana stares at him in amazement. "You are not truly serious, Maturin?"
"I am," Stephen says, turning his face from hers and waiting for her laughter. If only she will not reject me... I can learn, I can please her, I know it.
"Stephen," she whispers. "Surely you know what to do, how to proceed?"
"Of course," Stephen says, affronted. "The human body, the female body holds no mysteries from me, no secrets. It is experience only that I lack."
Diana leans up and kisses him, then lies back on the bed and spreads her legs invitingly. "Then come, husband, come. We shall remedy that, and it will be only the beginning."
Stephen soon finds that his prick knows exactly what to do, that his hips move naturally, instinctively, that his wife's body holds his member like a glove holds a hand, that although the human body might hold no mysteries for him, heaven has a few to reveal this night.
Diana reaches her climax first, and even in the frenzied moments approaching his own climax Stephen knows the signs. This is no gesture, no fakery. Her nipples, already hard, stiffen; her warm depths spasm around him and her juices flow down to soak the sheets.
She holds him tightly as he comes inside of her, and kisses and pets him lovingly as he lies atop her, trembling with pleasure and relief.
~~~~
Second prompt: Stephen/Jack enema
Warning: ENEMA, omg!
(and btw, enemas are canon. *g*)
It took a good fifteen minutes for Stephen to convince Jack that an enema was required, and that he must submit, and that there was no time like the present and not a moment to be lost; and another ten minutes, as Jack griped and stalled, to get Jack to remove his breeches and underclothes and climb up onto a locker.
“Just so, on your side, and you must bend your leg, thus. Now, are you comfortable and relaxed, brother?”
“I am not. How could I be so, when you are about to stick that foul contraption up within me?”
“It is a clyster syringe, Jack, not a ‘foul contraption’.”
“That depends on which end of it you are on,” Jack grumbled.
“You will feel my finger now,” Stephen said, lifting the cloth he had modestly draped over Jack’s nether regions. He slowly began to insert his oiled finger. Jack gasped and his back straightened. “Relax,” Stephen urged. “There is no pain in something so small.”
Jack took a deep breath. “No, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels damned odd.”
Stephen gently pushed a little deeper, oiling and opening Jack’s passage. When he removed his hand, Jack sighed. “Now the syringe, my dear. Very well oiled and containing nothing but sweet fresh water with just a little salt in it, warm and relaxing, nothing unpleasant or irritating. You will be soon be comfortably on your seat of ease, and feeling restored to your normal health soon after.”
He placed the tip of the syringe against Jack’s anus and pushed inwards slowly, adjusting his angle. Jack groaned. “I know,” Stephen soothed. “It is nearly in, very nearly.”
By the time the syringe was seated at the proper depth, Stephen could hear a change in his patient’s breathing, and detected a flush on the tip of his ear, and his cheek. “Now I will depress the plunger, so, and you will feel the liquid entering.”
A quiver ran through Jack’s body and his fingers scrabbled at the edge of the cloth that covered his thighs and genitals.
Stephen kept slowly forcing the contents of the clyster up into Jack. “Arousal is not uncommon in these procedures, brother.”
Jack’s hand stilled. “What?”
“There; now you shall hold the fluid within you for five minutes, longer if you can, and all will be well with your world again.” Stephen began withdrawing the syringe, neither too quickly or too slowly.
“Stephen?” Jack said anxiously.
“Will you permit me to help you, brother?”
“What?” Jack angled his head back and stared up at Stephen with one wide eye. He winced as the syringe left his body.
“If you will allow me?” Stephen rested his hand on Jack’s hip and plucked at the cloth.
“Why would you… you cannot want to….”
“As your physician, I have put you into this state, and as your friend, I wish you to have the necessary relief. I am quite happy to help.”
“Is it… is it all right?”
“Quite all right, Jack.” Stephen lifted the corner of the cloth and slid his hand beneath it. “I am your doctor.” He found Jack’s prick hard and hot and eagerly responsive to his touch. “And it will be much less exhausting to convince you that you require an enema the next time, if this experience is an agreeable one for you to look back upon. So you can see that I am actually being quite selfish.”
It was only the work of a minute or so to bring Jack to his completion, leaving him limp and smiling, his eyes shut and beads of sweat shining on his brow.
Stephen wiped his hand carefully on his handkerchief and put it back deep in his pocket. “Soon you will feel the urge to evacuate. You must lie here just as you are until the urge passes, and then it will be quite safe to rise up and walk.”
“Thank you, Stephen,” Jack murmured.
Stephen found himself smiling. “My pleasure.”
