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"Shall I stop?"

"No, never" Therese whispered as she looked into Dirk's grey eyes, spellbound by the passion she saw there. He groaned in victory and renewed the kissing that had worn down her defences in the first place. His hand left the silken strands of her curls and lowered to her tiny round derriere, giving it a small squeeze before lifting her up into his arms.

As the head groom at Twin Oaks Dirk had the privilege of having the small room at the end of the barn all to himself, while the other lesser grooms shared a bunk house around back. The convenience of this was not lost on him as he bumped open the heavy door with a hip, not breaking the contact between the lips of his captive and his own. He crossed the tiny room in three steps and gently lowered his prize to the cot, thoroughly enjoying the look of her on his bed. Her eyes were slightly unfocused with the force of her rising desire, blocking out all but the strong and caring buck above her, and her fine blonde hair spread around her head like a halo on the blankets. The mauve silk of her day gown had slid down Therese's chest and had exposed the frilly whiteness of her undergarments; something Dirk was greatly anticipating seeing more of shortly.

As if anticipating his thoughts, Therese lifted her arms out to him in the age-old gesture of beckoning, and any doubts Dirk may have had were swept away with his restraint in a flood of desire for the young doe. After caring for her from afar for so many years, he was now getting his chance to show her how much he loved her.

He knelt on the cot beside her and traced a gentle finger along her jaw and down to caress the tops of her breasts. Therese let out a small cry, somehow filled with equal parts fear and anticipation. Even Dirk's slightest touch made that strange heat within her jump and grow and, as much as she knew she shouldn't, Therese couldn't put at bay her curiosity and, yes she would admit it, desire. The broad shoulders, handsome face and inherent strength of both body and character of her father's head groom drew the girl to him like a moth to the flame, and by now this moth had ceased to resist.

In a move that shocked even her with its boldness, Therese seized the lace of her gown and loosened them to the point where the silk fabric fell from her chest. Dirk assisted her in pushing the dress down over her slim hips and soon tossed the liberated garment onto the chair in the corner. As his gaze took in the contours of her body through the sheer fabric of her chemise Therese could not meet his eyes for several moments until, confused by his silence she looked up. "You are so beautiful," he murmured.

Seeing the big buck rendered so doubled Therese's need to be with him as she realized that he did not just desire her, but cared for her also. All her inhibitions fell from her and she lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile. She slowly rose from the bed, pulling Dirk up with her until they were standing face to face. Her grin widened as she placed her small hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the blankets. His eyes grew large with surprise as she crawled towards him, her chemise hanging low around her neck and giving him glances at the curves of her breasts. When she began removing his clothes a certain other part of his anatomy also began to grow.

With his shirt lying crumpled on the floor and his breeches unlaced, Dirk could not stand being the passive partner and deftly flipped Therese under him and, quicker than she could mouth his name the flimsy chemise had joined the rest of the clothing beside the bed. He claimed her mouth in a deep kiss before slowly trailing kissed down her neck. When he reached his goal Dirk's lips flew to her nipple and teased it gently. He heard her moan and felt the pressure of her hand ant the back of his neck, urging him on. He reached up and massaged her other breast while tenderly sucking and licking the one closest to him.

This treatment was beginning to be too much for Therese, and the heat that had once been growing inside her burst into full inferno. She bucked her hips beneath him and clenched her fingers in his dark hair, knowing that she needed him desperately. Her free hand slowly made its way down Dirk's chest and passed over his belly button teasingly before plunging unto the open waist of his breeches.

Having grown up on a horse breeding farm, Therese was no stranger to the mechanisms of sex, and had even hidden in a loft to observe a mating when she was younger. The long member that met her grip shocked her though because she had assumed that smaller creatures would have equipment more appropriate to their size. The massive rod in her hand, while only nine inches in truth, felt to be the size of those her father's stallions sported! She quickly pushed aside her doubts and tugged Dirk's tight breeches down over his rump, and he kicked them off completely. The incredible warmth of his member now pressed against her thigh and she ran her fingers lightly along its length. This treatment made Dirk double his attentions to her breasts, now switching between the two with his tongue.

"Dirk, please...." she cried, writhing under him.

He returned his mouth to hers, nibbling her pouting lips and twisting his tongue around hers. She felt his hips move as he lined his length up with her entrance. As the slender tip of him entered her passage she squirmed with anticipation until, suddenly, he simultaneously deepened their kiss and lunged forward. Therese bit back a small cry as her virgin barrier was broken, unconsciously clenching her fingers on Dirk's shoulders and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Dirk stayed still, hilted in her glorious warmth, until he felt her gradually relax and lie pliant beneath him. With wavering control he eased out until only the tip of his rod was held within her before slowly sliding back into her smooth passage.

Therese was reeling with pleasure from all parts of her body as Dirk began to speed up his thrusts. She found herself matching his movements with her own and, as the rushing cleared from her ears she became aware of the moans that came from both of their throats. His hands smoothed the fur at her hips and caressed her arms before burying themselves in her curls once more. Therese marvelled at the smooth feeling of his tongue against her own, which was mimicking the movements of his member inside her. She hadn't thought it possible but the sensation of their lovemaking became even more intense as Dirk sped up once more, and she felt like a spring being compressed more by every thrust. The tightness within her built and she urged her lover, "Harder Dirk, I need..... I need something!"

"Are you ready?" he panted and before she could answer he began bucking into her sweet flesh like a man possessed. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto his member with a mighty force until she was screaming with the pleasure. Abruptly Therese began bucking on her own as all the tightness she had been feeling released in an amazing burst of pleasure. All of her muscles tightened with release and her eyes were clouded by bursts of stars. The rhythmic pressure of Therese's orgasm tipped Dirk over the edge and, with a mighty groan, he released his seed into her warmth. Therese could feel the new heat inside her as spurts of cum filled her passage and his member pulsed with pleasure. They both were suspended in awe of the pleasure they had shared and it was many minutes before either of them had the strength do anything but pant and twitch.

Dirk laboriously lifted his fingers to Therese's lips, tracing the soft smile he found there. "I've always loved you," he whispered.

"I think I have always known," she sighed.

Before either of them could move they heard a loud creak as the door to Dirk's room began to open.

Dirk quickly flipped the blankets over Therese and lunged for his breeches. The door swung all the way open revealing the two lovers to the curious eyes of Therese's horse, Tullia.

"Oh, thanks goodness!" Dirk heard from behind him. He realized that they had forgotten to close the door to the horse's stall and the animal had been drawn to the sounds coming from the small room.

A quick look out the door of the stable confirmed Dirk's suspicion: it was getting close to dinner-time, and soon the people at the main house would be wondering where their young mistress was at. As he slipped back into his room he was greeted with the tantalizing sight of Therese's pert white bottom disappearing into her dress. The strong buck re-strung the laces and began to tighten them, his dexterity sorely tested by the slippery silk fabric.

"Now we'll have to do something with that hair, it has..... adventure," he decided, "written all over it."

Dirk sat her down on his only chair and stood behind her. He slowly ran the long blonde strands through his fingers, gently sorting out the snarls and knots. The feel of Therese's soft hair was almost as sensuous as the silk of her gown and Dirk found himself becoming aroused again. Sooner than he wished, the task was done and Therese was ready to head up to the house. She stood on her tip-toes and delivered a small kiss to his cheek before whirling around and hurrying out the door.

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Therese sat at the side of a long table with her mother across from her and her father at the head. They sat silently, the only sounds echoing in the cavernous dining hall were the bumps of the silver on the bone china plates and the swishes of the servants' skirts as they moved through the room. Suddenly she turned to her father and blurted out, "How was your meeting today, Papa?"

Jacob Parridge had spent the day meeting with the owner of a particularly fine Arabian stallion called Kellison's King. The bloodlines this horse represented would improve the stock at Twin Oaks even further and the strong-willed buck was not going to let this opportunity pass him by. His breeding program had been producing some of the finest mounts in the state and suppliers were beginning to know his name. If this deal went through the Parridge family, and all at Twin Oaks, would prosper for a long time to come.

"Well, darling," he finally replied, "I should think that with a few more details arranged this place will have a new king. All that's left is to make the offer, and I've an appointment with Mr. Rhoen on Tuesday. Speaking of horses, how are you getting along with that filly I gave you?"

Therese blushed and looked down at the folded hands in her lap. "To be honest Papa, I've been spending so much time with Florien lately that I have neglected her dreadfully. But that's going to change you see! That silly boy is going off to the city, but see if I care. I shall try to put more effort into her now that I am free of such other... petty... distractions."

"See that you do!" her father harrumphed, while making the mental note to speak with his wife later about what was going on between his little princess and the judge's son.

Therese nodded, then perked up. "Papa, may I have your permission to go riding on the range tomorrow afternoon?" she asked.

Jacob nodded in agreement, for he loved to grant his girl any wish, but amended with: "But don't forget to bring Dirk with you. If you've been neglecting your horse as much as you say, you may need a little help keeping her under control."

"Why, of course, Papa." Therese agreed with a smile.

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Lost in thought, Dirk swept the walkway of the stable with an ancient corn husk broom. So far away was his mind that he didn't notice the footsteps approaching him until they were right behind him. The large buck whirled, prepared to challenge he who would dare intrude at such a late hour. Dirk was shocked to see a small figure in the shadow of the hayloft, just standing and waiting.

"Show yourself!" he challenged.

As the figure slowly stepped forward the question of "who" was answered, but many others were born. The old floorboards of the barn creaked as Florien Burdell shifted his weight from one hoof to the other.