The Great Romance of Sir Maximillian and Lady Ethelyn
Sir Maximillian entered the room. He had been alone for too long and was in the mood for a new and dangerous romance. He scanned the dancing, pulsing crowd intently. It was the usual mix of thrusting bucks with too many hormones and not enough style, and skittish does on heat, all fluttering ears and thrashing tails. Too passe. He turned to leave with a growl of frustration... Suddenly his gaze lit upon a shapely and seductive creature he had never seen before in the far corner of the room. She had smooth mink fur and a stunning white blaze running from her quietly twitching nose to the top of her delicately pointed head. In his suddenly pounding heart he knew he must speak to her or be forever in torment for what might have been, but he could do nothing but stare.
Lady Ethelyn thought it a boring party and heaved a great sigh. Would no handsome buck rat with long whiskers and beautiful, big eyes ever come into her life? The parochial nature of the society in which she found herself bored her intensely and she determined never to come to another of these wearisome functions. She fluttered her ears in a desultory manner and her gaze wandered around the room. None of the cavorting bucks gave her a moment's excitement. She longed for passion and a dark, handsome stranger.
Lady Ethelyn was about to look for someone interesting to talk to in lieu of a suitable dancing partner when she felt a pair of eyes burning into her and her glance swung angrily around the room. Who dared to stare at her with such force? Her questing glance came to rest on Sir Max, standing transfixed on the other side of the room. She blushed furiously as Sir Max recovered his senses and began to approach her, seemingly unaware of the throbbing mass of furry bodies around him.
Sir Max's heart started to race as Lady Ethelyn twitched her whiskers provocatively. He approached close to her and made a long, low, courteous bow. As he did so, she admired his sleek, black, glossy coat with its fine silver ticking and his long, straight, white whiskers. She had never seen such a delectable buck and knew she must have him, whatever and whoever he was.
As Sir Maximillian raised his head, Lady Ethelyn gently brushed her whiskers against his and a shiver ran down her spine. He had the most intense, deep, shining, black eyes and her heart melted into their languid, yet passion-filled, pools. A bead of sweat started to form on Sir Max's forehead as he gazed at her slim, white paws with their delicate nails. Every contour and hair of her luscious, racy body burned themselves into his memory. He found he was holding his breath. He had to be close to her!
Lady Ethelyn was trapped in his thrall. Even though the room was full of prying eyes and gossiping tongues, she felt the passion burning within her and succumbed to his careless caresses like wax melting into a flame...
Suddenly the moment was gone as quickly as it had begun. Lady Ethelyn ran breathless from the room. Sir Max's eyes followed her, full of sudden pain, but his body remained frozen in that delicious, delirious moment. Had she really been there or had it all been a wonderful dream?
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