The Further Adventures Of Chrysanthemum and Carmichael...
I just went back and re-read that entry and I had to giggle. Not because I think I'm all that funny, but because I believe I actually nailed the description of Carmichael nailing Chrysanthemum. So I think I will expand on their adventures. I need to get Fabio on the phone for the cover art...
Chrysanthemum leaped upon her white mare and galloped away, Carmichael in close pursuit. She was frightened of the feelings he caused her, feelings of uncontrollable passion that caused her to abandon all the morals the sisters had so conscientously instilled in her.
"Chrysanthemum, my darling, wait...." Carmichael mounted his black stallion and tore off down the beach after her.
Chrysanthemum's molten, shimmering, magenta hair rippled behind her like a banner, a sheet of flame glowing in the dim evening light. Carmichael's stallion quickly overtook the mare. He reached out a muscular arm and pulled Chrysanthemum onto his stallion.
"No Carmichael, you musn't....it's wrong," Chrysanthemum panted, her pupils dilated with fear and desire.
"Chrysanthemum, my darling, the passion that sears between us is not wrong," he told her.
"But my father says I must marry the earl or he'll kill my gerbil," she whimpered, even as she turned her head to allow him to nibble her shell like ear.
"I shall protect you and your gerbil with my life," he told her solemnly, just before he captured her lips in a searing kiss of desire.
Chrysanthemum moaned, her fears forgotten as her feelings for Carmichael roared to life in her body like an ocean wave. Piercing stabs of desire assaulted her when she felt his love rocket spring to life against her loins.
Carmichael pulled her off the horse and threw her to the sand and began kissing her until she was senseless with passion. His hands caressed the creamy smooth mounds that rose above her dress and his desire increased exponentially.
A sudden cry interrupted their lovemaking. Raising his head, Carmichael could see Chrysanthemum's father riding toward them, his sword raised above his head threateningly. Even from this distance, Carmichael could see the cage housing Chrysanthemum's gerbil strapped to the Baron's saddle.
Chrysanthemum leapt to her feet, tears of horror filling her eyes. "No father," she screamed "you musn't hurt Albert!! I'll die if anything happens to him!"
"Jezebel," he roared at her. "How dare you lie with this...this...ruffian. Ye're ruined goods now. Ye'll marry the earl, if he'll still have ye, or I'll run a spit through Albert and I'll roast him for my dinner."
Chrysanthemum threw herself at his feet, sobbing, reaching toward the cage that housed Albert. Albert himself was munching contentedly on a piece of cedar and didn't seem to think much of the Baron's threat. But Chrysanthemum knew he was serious.
The Baron's men had subdued Carmichael and shoved a gag in his mouth, so he was unable to prostest when Chrysanthemum weakly agreed "yes Father, I will marry the Earl to save Albert."
Carmichael lunged against his captors, but they held him firm, and one raised his sword and struck Carmichael across the head with it. Just as he was losing consciousness, he met Chrysanthemum's eyes for a moment, but she turned away. Her love for Albert the Gerbil was greater, he feared as he sank to the ground and welcomed the blackness.
To Be Continued.....
