LESSONS
The smut follow-up to An Outrageous Adventure

By Julie
juliewriting@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own 'em. I just make 'em do stuff Fireworks never intended.
RATING: NC-17, Montoya/Queen
NOTE: This is the follow-up to the PG-13 "Utterly Outrageous Far-Fetched Adventure" which can be found at Montoya's Courtyard on Manzana Core - http://www.oocities.org/manzanacore/courtyard.html

This is also my first attempt at writing smut, and I've gotta say, it's harder than writing the more family-oriented stuff. Hope y'all enjoy - Julie

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The Queen crept through the window, momentarily blocking the moonlight that softly illuminated the room. She moved silently to the foot of the bed and stared down at the sleeping man.

Why had she come? It was a foolish idea, she told herself. She was mad. She had been a little mad ever since she and the Colonel had fought, first against one another and then side by side. Better to just go now before anyone was the wiser.

She turned back toward the window, but froze when she heard the gun being cocked.

"Leaving so soon, my dear?"

She heard the Colonel rise from the bed and turned to see him standing, his hair loose around his shoulders, his nightshirt open at the neck, the loaded gun in his hand.

"Do you always sleep with a pistol in your pocket? Or is this special just for me."

"Actually, my dear, I wasn't worried about you. Assassin in the night isn't your style. Others are less scrupulous."

He set the gun down on the night stand and walked over to her, standing so close, she could see the spot on his neck where his pulse beat steadily. She fought a tremendous urge to touch it.

"Which brings me to an important question. Why are you here? Why are you really here?"

Something in his voice made her pause. She discarded her flippant reply. "I'm here because ... " She stumbled, searching for the right words, but they were beyond her. "Because I want to know."

"Want to know what?" He was standing so near her now, his face just inches from her own. She looked down, embarrassed by her thoughts. But she'd come this far. She raised her eyes.

"When you kissed me before, there seemed to be so much more. I want..." She lowered her eyes again, unable to speak the words. "I'm sorry. I should go."

She started to turn away, but the Colonel caught her face with a gentle hand. "Senorita, you have not known a man before."

It was not a question, but still, she shook her head no.

"But you wish to know a man."

She looked at him steadily, not denying his statement.

"And why would you come to me with your request? Why not go to your precious doctor?"

She was surprised by the question. She started to mumble a reply, but the Colonel put a thumb over her lips.

"No, I understand. Bad timing, I suspect. And then, too, he is so very English. He would be quite shocked at such a suggestion. In fact, everyone you know, including your daylight self, would be shocked at your proposition."

He moved closer, both hands cupping her face now.

"Yes, coming to me was truly the wisest course of action."

The Queen felt butterflies in her stomach and doubted that any of this was a good idea. She was about to pull away when the Colonel's lips descended on hers.

The kiss began lightly, gently, until she was lulled into accepting it. Then the Colonel began exploring more deeply, parting her lips, his tongue pressing in and teasing her own. He moved his arm around her waist and held her in a firm embrace.

He pulled his lips away abruptly, and the Queen felt herself swaying, so lost in the kiss had she become. He leaned down and with one arm under her trembling knees, he lifted her into the air and carried her the few steps to the bed. He laid her gently on her back and touched her lips with a quick kiss.

"Tell me, Mi Reina, what price are you willing to pay for this knowledge you seek?"

The Queen's eyes flew open at his words. "What do you mean what price? Is it not enough that I offer you myself."

The Colonel spoke softly and stroked gently, just as he might do with a nervous horse. "Do not misunderstand me. These lips." He placed a feather soft kiss upon them, then ran his lips down to her corset strings. "These breasts, this body, it is a gift of tremendous value. But I could ravish you in five minutes, and then I would have the gift, but you would know little more than you know now."

She looked confused and about to speak, but he covered her lips with a finger.

"Oh yes, Reina. There is much for you to learn, much more than just mounting and thrusting. You want to learn how to please a man. And you should learn how to be pleased by him. I have much to teach you. But let us not speak of price now. We have far more important matters to discuss."

With that, he covered her mouth again with his and kissed her passionately, deeply, until he felt the tension release from her body. When she relaxed, he moved his kisses down, nuzzling her ears and her neck. He deftly untied the strings that bound her chest and pushed back the cloth. He heard a little gasp as she was exposed, and she stiffened once more, but he simply lowered his mouth over the pert breast, sucking and squeezing, teasing the hard nipple with his tongue. Once he heard a little sound of pleasure escape the Queen, he lifted his head to move to the other breast. She stared at him as he moved, passion burning in his eyes. He smiled at the thought of the long-dormant feelings coursing through her veins.

As his lips worked over her skin, his hands worked on her clothes, tugging off her gloves, her shirt. The mask he allowed to stay. When the last cuff on her shirt finally released its hold, he flung the garment across the room and then gazed down at her. She made a beautiful sight, her dark hair spread out against the white sheets, her arms open, her skin satiny-smooth in the moonlight. He dropped a quick kiss on her belly and slid off the bed.

"Where are you going? Her voice was ragged. She sat up abruptly.

The Colonel knelt by the bed and pulled her leg toward him.

"You weren't planning to keep your boots on, were you." He smiled at her, enjoying her expression. She was so innocent and so fiery all at once. He tugged off her boots to reveal silk stockings. If he'd harbored the slightest doubt that she was a wealthy, well-bred woman, the quality of the stockings erased it. He placed a gentle kiss on each foot and then rose to stand before her.

She was still sitting up and staring at him intensely. She reached out a hand tentatively, touching his chest through the night shirt, feeling the hard muscles. She let her hand trail downward until it rested against his hip, and she could see his manhood straining against the fabric.

She raised her head, a question in her eyes. In response, he tugged off the shirt in one fluid motion. She stared for a moment, fascinated. She'd only rarely ever glimpsed the male organ and never in this state, standing so tall and hard. She reached out and touched it nervously, one finger tracing its length. She was surprised at how soft and smooth the skin felt.

She hesitated to do more, so the Colonel took her hand and shaped it around him and showed her how to stroke it. She began to stroke it hard, liking the silky feel of it within her palm.

When she looked again to the Colonel's face, his eyes were half closed with pleasure, and the Queen thrilled, realizing she was the source. On impulse, she leaned in and kissed the tip of his organ, and she was rewarded with a small moan. She kissed it again, this time opening her lips a little, letting her tongue flick out at the tip. Another small moan. The Queen grew bolder, this time sucking a bit as the Colonel has sucked at her breast. Another moan, and now he put his hand on her head, holding her close. He moved himself a little deeper into her mouth, and she stiffened with surprise for a moment, but quickly understood what was wanted. She began to work her mouth in a rhythm, taking him a little deeper with each stroke. She was pleased with the little moans the Colonel made, thrilled that she was the source of that pleasure, that power. She began to work her mouth faster, sucking harder, sensing the tension building in the man before her.

Abruptly, the Colonel pushed her away, pulling himself from her mouth. She sat back, startled and confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Oh no, Mi Reina. That was very right. Almost too right, and we have much to do yet."

He bent to her trousers and quickly undid the fastenings. He grumbled as he worked the tight fabric over her luscious hips. "Trousers on woman are truly an abomination, you know." He looked up to the Queen with a playful smile, but she did not see it. Her eyes were downcast. She was deeply embarrassed by her own nakedness.

When the pants had been flung across the room and the only scrap of clothing left to the Queen was the mask, the Colonel lifted her to the center of the bed. When she would have used her hands to hide herself, he lifted her arms over her head and held them there. He knelt beside her, his catlike eyes taking in every part of her in the dim light. "Do not cover yourself. Do not ever be ashamed. Your body is beautiful, quite perfect and pleasing to a man."

He kissed her again, deeply and passionately, until the kiss obliterated all shame, all fear, all thought of anything except the man kneeling above her. When she was relaxed once more, he began moving his lips down her body, pausing to nibble an ear, nuzzle her neck, nip at her breast, run his tongue around her belly button. When he reached the silky hair that guarded her sex, the Queen began to tense again. Surely he wouldn't, he couldn't mean to... But he did, planting a kiss on the very crest of her mound. The Queen instinctively pulled her legs closer together, but the Colonel simply moved them apart with gentle hands and soft kisses on her thighs. He shifted position, placing himself between her knees, assuring himself full access to her treasures.

"Relax, Mi Reina. Trust me. It is time for you to learn." He lowered his mouth and began a delicate exploration with his tongue. At the first touch, the Queen gasped and jerked, but the Colonel held her hips in firm hands and continued his probing.

The Queen leaned her head back and tried to breathe steadily, but his actions unnerved her. She didn't know she could feel these things, had never imagined that a man could do this. The feelings radiated out from the center of her being, twisting her, turning her, carrying her higher, as though she were climbing a high cliff and each movement pushed her closer to the edge. It was a most exquisite torment, and she squirmed and tried to pull away, but his hands held her tight as his mouth continued to work. He licked and sucked and probed until she was sure she couldn't take another second. She heard a deep moan and realized it had come from her own throat. She felt so near to something. And then it began, the heat radiating through her body in waves, melting away every thought, every fear, until there was only this warmth, this golden pool her body had become.

She opened her eyes and gradually came back to herself. She looked down and saw the Colonel looking up at her, a most self-satisfied expression on his face. Delicately, he wiped away the moisture glistening in his beard and then crawled forward catlike, until he was directly over her. She stared up at him with unfocused eyes.

"What have you done to me?"

"Taught you to be a woman."

He showered her with a dozen small kisses, licking at the salty sheen of moisture that covered her skin. Her kissed her lightly on the mouth, letting her taste the sweet essence of herself. He cock was eager and ready for its role, and he moved his hips into position.

He looked at the Queen, a question in his eyes. He wanted to be quite sure she was ready. Her answer was a look of hunger and longing. She reached out her arms to pull him closer, and he thrust into her quickly, then held himself still, savoring the feel of her.

She gave a little gasp as he entered, more from surprise than pain. There was no pain. She had always heard it would hurt, but this had been an endless stream of pleasure. And now he was inside her, and it felt marvelously strange and so very strangely right.

He began to move within her, firm steady strokes creating yet another set of sensations that began to move through her limbs. She had thought all her energy was spent, but now it was building anew. As the thrusting continued, she experimented with moving her hips, rising to meet him. The Colonel murmured words of encouragement and praise, and the words slid into her consciousness, blending with the movement and the heat and the deep desire within her.

The Colonel slowed his motion, moving deep within her. He moved closer to her and wrapped one powerful arm around her shoulders and the other around her hips. The Queen stilled herself, wondering what he meant to do.

Her question was answered when he flipped to his back pulling her on top of him, keeping their hips locked together. He laughed at the expression of surprise on her face. "Reina, there are many, many ways a man and woman can be together. Given enough time, we could explore them all."

She didn't like being laughed at, but she couldn't maintain her irritation against the onslaught of his hands and the renewed rhythm of his hips. She'd felt a moment of fear in this new position when she wasn't sure what to do, but the Colonel had guided her hips and given her confidence. Now his hands were exploring her waist, her breasts, her arms. She knew he was watching her, could see her despite the dark.

"You are beautiful, Mi Reina."

She closed her eyes, luxuriating in the warmth of his words and the sensations in her body. She concentrated on her movements, wanting so very much to please him, loving the soft moans that escaped his lips. She felt as though she were floating higher and higher. Time and place lost all meaning. There was only the motion and the warmth. And then she was falling, flying, moving through the sky. She heard herself cry out and then he was there, sitting up, his arms wrapped tight around her. She clung to him and he laid her back on the bed. She looked up at him, hungry. She needed something of him, and she didn't even know what it was. But he answered the hunger in her eyes with sharp, powerful thrusts that made her cry out. He kept thrusting until she felt him stiffen and shudder, and she felt the final release as he collapsed into her arms. She cradled him against her, awash in peace and tenderness.

The lay together for many minutes, and the Colonel raised his head and looked at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Like all my bones are made of water," she answered, a lazy smile covering her face. She reached up and touched his beard. "And how do you feel?"

He caught her hand and kissed. "Like a king."

She smiled with satisfaction, but then looked toward the window. The moon had set, and dawn was little more than an hour away. "I should go."

The Colonel sighed and pulled away, slipping out of her reluctantly. She felt a sense of loss the moment he was separated from her. He rose from the bed, gallantly seeking out her clothes on the far side of the room.

She dressed quickly and then stood before him. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

"If you want to thank me, do not steal my shipments, do not fight my soldiers, do not make me need to kill you."

She heard the intensity in his voice and matched it with her own. "Then do not treat the people like slaves and this land like your own private empire."

He was still close to her, and he answered into her ear. "And what is wrong with empire? You and I together, Mi Reina, we could accomplish so much."

She pushed herself away from him. "Not unless your empire includes justice!"

The Colonel laughed softly. "Someday, you and I shall have a very long debate over the meaning of this word, justice."

"Good-bye, Colonel." The Queen turned to the window, frustrated by his laughter, nervous about the approaching dawn. She was about to go when he grabbed her hand and kissed it through her glove.

"Until next time, my Queen."

THE END