Olivia was languishing in her rose scented bath, already clean and just relaxing. She had a goblet of wine in her hand, sipping away at the crimson fortification inside. Her eyes were upon the door almost nervously, yet she was strangely aroused by the thought of who might be coming through the door. She didn’t have to wait too long before that portal opened and the first figure walked through. Ottavio stopped when his eyes found her as she was in the tub, milky water around her breasts. When his eyes met hers, she murmured, “So it’s true, then… You want me…”

When he didn’t say anything, she stood up and stepped out of the tub, pulling a towel to her and patting the oily water from her skin, the firelight from the hearth casting a golden glow. He moved closer and let his gaze move over Olivia with awe, for she was the most beautiful and fae creature he’d ever laid eyes on. “But do you want me?” he asked softly. She merely smiled and moved closer to him, her fingers working to remove his shirt to bare the chest she had seen quite a lot of when it grew warm.

He leaned in and bestowed a kiss that took her breath right out of her lungs and pulled her against him hungrily. His hands roamed the golden skin and touched everywhere with the gentlest of caresses. Her rosy scent drove him to madness as it always had, and he felt himself stiffen so hard that it was painful. He broke the kiss with a frustrated groan and muttered, “Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Yes,” she said softly as her hands moved to unbutton the placket of his breeches, then pushed the waistband down to free probably the finest specimen of manhood she had ever laid eyes on. Oh god, no wonder all of the maids swooned in his presence, the man was hung well. “Are you?”

“Yes,” he said, knowing that they would be watched, but no longer caring about any intrusion on something he had wanted for quite some time. He slammed his mouth against her willing one, and his big hands curled around her thighs to pick her up and take her to her bed. After laying her down gently, he removed his shoes and his breeches, and his hose, and then joined her.

His mouth was all over her, then, kissing, nipping, licking her fresh skin with a groan of lust. He buries his face between her thighs and listened to the sound of her gasp and moan as he worshipped her sensitive folds with his tongue. Olive was gasping and arching, her eyes briefly glancing over to where Gil sat with her lady’s maid, watching the girl’s head bob as she serviced him.

Olive’s fingers tangled in Ottavio’s dark locks and she cried out as she felt the shockwaves of pleasure racing through her. He kissed each of her thighs, his beard tickling the soft flesh there. “Fuck, you taste so lovely,” he groaned and then moved quickly to take her mouth in a kiss. He didn’t even need to guide himself, he was in her and she cried out in both pain and pleasure, feeling him stretch and mold her inside until she fit him like a glove.

His mouth found her neck and he whispered words of sweet nothings, telling her of his love for her and his great desire while he started to move. He lifted then and looked at her face, his thumb finding her button and swirling as he drew his hips back and then teasingly went back into her again and again.

Olive was shocked at the feel of how big he was inside of her, her face crumpling into ecstasy. Ottavio began to move harder, the sound of their joining mingling with the protesting bed frame that knocked against the wall. “You’re so damn beautiful, too beautiful…” He could feel her unravel around him, but the man was like a prize stallion with his stamina.

He lifted her against him, kissing at her neck and her mouth as his hands squeezed at her and lifted her up so he could then drill into her (not too hard though). Olive had a look of genuine surprise on her face as she looked over his shoulder at Gil, and she cried out as a third and then a fourth unraveling came, and she could feel Ottavio’s passion in every fucking nerve ending.

Finally, he released into her and she felt him thicken within her, and she just unraveled even harder into a sweaty mass of pleasure. He did not immediately pull out of her, though he did roll them both over so she could lie on top of him. Oh sweet merciful Jesus, the man was an Adonis. She would have to thank Gil later.

She soon rolled off of him and into the crook of his arm, her head resting upon his chest and her wide eyes looking Gilberto directly into his eyes. She did not say the next thing out loud, but she mouthed out, “Oh my god.”

Then she just sort of lay back and enjoyed the spasms of her walls, making sure that Gil had a nice view of Ottavio’s handiwork because she thought that he would enjoy seeing it. After all, it was for him too, right? Ottavio lifted his head so he could glance over at Gil as well, then grinned at him as if in thanks, and moved his fingers to rub on her again, this time in thanks for the set up. “I think she might be addicting, no?”

Before going upstairs with Ottavio, Gilberto called for one of the servants for his own needs, because there was no way he shouldn't get something out of this too. Then he followed, closed the door behind them, and dedicated himself to enjoy the show.

Olivia's lady's maid licked her lips hungrily upon seeing the act... Gil couldn't help but doing it too; the man was more handsome than he thought, and was really well endowed. He could only imagine how much she would enjoy it... and how much he would like to enjoy it, too.

The maid took him with her mouth as Ottavio took her, with both of them aware who was watching. Gil shuddered and smiled at his orgasm... but they were still going at it. No sense in Gilberto doing otherwise.

The maid spat his seed, unable to swallow unlike Olivia, and was surprised - yet pleased - upon feeling Gil upon him, taking off her clothes from behind her skirts, and softly caressing her insides.

Her moans harmonized with Olivia's, until she came, but had to tap out, unable to take that much like her mistress. Not even once did he stop watching...

Only after everyone was satisfied, did Gilbeto rose, seeing Ottavio's handiwork. He was pleased; Olivia seemed to be in bliss, just as he wanted.

"Addicting?" He repeated, "That sounds like an understatement", he chuckled.

The maid was trying to catch her breath, muttering 'Oh God...', until Gil rose, "Well, ill mio amore, did you get what you expected?"

Ottavio looked down at her and back up to Gil with a grin and said, “And it’s no wonder. She is very beautiful, Signore, no?” Olive just lay there where she had been since they were through, still reeling from what had just happened. The stable master grinned and gave her a kiss against her neck. Then he moved to sit in the chair that Gil had left.

Olive lifted on her elbows and looked at Gil, “Does this meet with your approval, my love? You might like to take a closer look.” Her brow lifted and she waited to see what he would do. Her mouth curled up into a beckoning smile before she lay back down.

He chuckled with certain amusement, "Seeing my love getting fucked by another man? Certainly, but only because it is known how much of a deviant I am!" He git closer to her, closer, completely ignoring Ottavio. His eyes were focused on her, "But don't think, for even just one second, that I'm done with you..."

He was already hard again - his recovery time was quite known amongst the staff, and Olivia were one of the few that didn't tap out. He entered her easily, for she was already dripping wet, and imitating what he saw, used his hand to stimulste her as he thrusted vigorously. He would make sure for her to come and come - he could endure.

Oh god, she thought as Gil took his place and took her the way Ottavio had, and she was ready to tap out too. To be fair, they had fun before Ottavio got involved. She groaned and moved against him until she peaked again with full force. She scratched at his arms as she rode the waves of pained pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and she went limp beneath him aside from her ragged breathing and shaking body.

By the time he was done, she was half asleep. She looked up at him with her half mast eyes and sighed sleepily. Her fingers rubbed circles upon his chest. Damn, but she had never felt as boneless as that.

He kept riding her until neither of them couldn't keep it up anymore, and Gil had to hang his head in pure bliss. He breathed in the heavy scent of sex that hung in the room, and suddenly felt way too tired.

He looked back at Ottavio, "Alright Ottavio, you had your fun. Now get back to work. She'll tell you when you are wanted. And you..." he looked at the maid, who was still trying to catch her breath, the poor thing, "You get some rest. You earned it"

Once they both left, she kissed her deeply in the lips; those lips who has been touched by so few men before, "You seem to have enjoyed yourself. I'm glad. Now... I think you owe me something", he let out a humorous laugh, "I'm messing with you. Would you like to join me in a bath?"

She was asleep before he even finished telling her to rest, which was probably understandable. Ottavio only grinned and was gone once he adjusted himself. He would have to sample her again, he thought as he left for his quarters in the stables.

Olive didn't even move from her spot, looking like she was beyond exhausted.

She awoke in very early in the morning (Not yet 5 AM), curled up against Gil as the moonlight hit her eyes. She loved it when he spooned her, and she didn't know why. But she was extra careful in trying to let him sleep when she eased out of the bed and padded naked to take care of needs (washing herself and relieving herself).

Olive glanced over and saw her mirror, moved over and gazed at her reflection, a golden glow cast by the firelight. She was starting to gain weight, it seemed. She licked her lips and trailed her fingers down to the slight swell, so small at the moment that it could be easily missed by others, but blatantly obvious to her. She turned to the side to look, and sure enough, she could see that her belly was no longer flat.

She turned to face the mirror again and looked at her belly from that angle, her hand cupping over the two little lives she thought was just one. She was beginning to reconcile herself, but she still felt as if she still wasn't ready.

Gil usually slept quite well, no matter where, be it beds or the ground of the road - he found that with enough liquor, it was easy. Yet, he always slept better with a warm body at his side. And no matter what happened, he always slept well with Olivia.

And it didn't take him long to wake up when he realized the lack of her. Lazily he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and as his eyes adjustes he saw his dear Olive in front of the mirror.

He never got tired of that shape: of those hefty, coraline breasts, that heart shaped bottom, and now her not so flat belly...

He rose from bed and slowly walked towards her, ignoring the chill of the floor. His arms wrapped her from behind, with his hand over her's, "You're beautiful...", he whispered softly into her ear.

She could only give a half smile, but her eyes were still staring down, now at his hand as it covered hers. "I am not sure about that," she murmured. Then her eyes met his and she said, "I don't really pay attention to myself to notice things like this, but I notice this now. So very subtle to everyone but me. That is a baby..." Her voice had wonder in it. "My baby... And I am scared that I will be a failure at motherhood."

Her eyes looked back down and she moved her hand out from under his and pressed his against the spot hers had just abandoned. Then she turned around to look at him. "If I could kiss my own belly, I would... I have to content myself with waiting for him or her so I can kiss their brow. I haven't even met him and I love him. Is that strange of me to say so soon?"

Gilberto kissed her head as he caressed her belly. Yes, it was her baby... he couldn't know if it was his blood. But he promised to be there for her, and be part of their lives, and he would not back down, "You will be a good mother. I know it...", he reassured, and kissed her head once again. Gil knew he would make a terrible father... and was aware she knew it, too. Yet still she hasn't asked her to leave.

Her skin was warm, and her skin was taut and soft under his hand, "It is. Mothers love their babies. Isn't that great? You have someone else to love... and I will love them too", he sighed, "Even if I'm not the father... I will try to be a dad."