The
Duchess was seeking a new mate after her previous lover fell into a deep sleep
while in bed. Quite substantial was her surprise at finding that which she
loved so fully asleep. She had so dearly loved him with his raucous, plummy
voice. His small body and his considerable deep voice both intrigued and
entertained her. She found it almost absurd in a sense, but he had a way of
making her fall asleep during the late hours of the night, which was what she
so dearly loved him for. While taking off her enormous jacket with the white
hourglass embroidering on the back, in the shape of her coat of arms, he would
often whisper to her lovingly, while caressing her aching legs, which was sore
after many long hours of waiting.
The
Duchess was proud of her person and her needlepoint. Never had she met another
woman of her calibre, neither in skill nor in size. She was hefty for a woman of
her age, but where some might consider her size as unfavourable; she herself
took great pride in it. She was big; usually double the size of any man she
met. All of the men was quite surprised when they saw her for the first
time, and luckily, her old lover was no different. She dreamed back to when he
was shocked and marvelled at her. Back when they had their fateful encounter.
They had first met on a drizzly, stormy day, with the winds creating dreadful
blasts of air that interrupted her in brief periods while she was outside on
the terrace creating her threads of silk when she saw a suit of fine clothing
closing in on her person. He was tiny, compared to her, but his suit was fine
as anyone’s, even more so actually, excluding her own work, because she was
still the best. Black was his suit, his trousers, his shoes and his hat. Dashingly,
he was in a sense, as he came to her, on his knees and begged, in his deep
voice, for her favour. She granted him it with a smile.
Oh,
how she loved beggars, the Duchess thought. It brought quite the wicked smile
to her obscene face when she thought of supplicants prostrating themselves
before her. The poison almost dripped from her smile, so foul and malicious it
was. She had to get a new one. She hungered. Her last lover was too small. Too
little sustenance. She was looking for a new mate. A new ma-
She
awoke from the nightmare, only to see light reflected in something metallic.
Pain. Darkness ensued….
