Chapter 9 - intimacy with nelson

Intimacy with Nelson

After a wonderful dinner throne by Sir William with all of the local dignitaries including the King in attendance featuring some of the most wonderful dishes I had tasted in years, we all found ourselves in the sitting room. Nelson, who had sat to my right at dinner, had of course thrilled all of us with some of his many stories of daring exploits against the French, and of course me personally with his careful fondling of the great folds of flesh so warm and inviting at his side. He had asked to sit to my right as he explained that the pleasure of sharing some of the enchanting dinner morsels with my perfect lips was a pleasure he could not forbear, and I wondered if he wasn't starving himself on my behalf. All in all, his presence at my side, his attention to my fattened form, and his insistence on me sharing his own plate, as well as conquering mine, led me to feel as full as I believe I ever had. Even my empire dress, carefully fitted could not conceal my enormous belly surging forth over my womanhood below my bounteous breasts from all eyes. The rolls had been flattened out, so firm had I filled my stomach, and Nelson was more than pleased.
After we had gone to our rooms, Nelson was staying down the hall that night, and I had enjoyed Sir Williams attentions to my stuffed and fattened form for a time, I pretended to pass off to sleep so that the old gentleman would head to his own room. We had always slept in separate bedrooms you see, anything less would not have been becoming what with the servants and all, and this presented the perfect opportunity for me to bed my hero. I was considering my strategy of attack with but a single candle lit in my bedroom while I lay upon a heap of pillows, absentmindedly rubbing my gothic belly which plunged between my opened thighs and met the sheets nearly to my knees,when the door silently opened and there before me stood Horatio. He bowed and asked if he had my permission to return aboard! I laughed aloud, maybe a bit to loud, and insisted that he immediately board and render a report on his actions. The night that followed soared above all such others to that point in my life as Nelson engaged in what he later called a ship to ship action.
First he gently rubbed, fondled, cupped and caressed every fold and bulge of my body, feeling the fat jiggle upon his release. He grasped the rolls at my side, patted my engorged belly and scolded me that I needed to eat with more gusto, as I was not as fat as he had imagined me in his minds eye while at sea!
"Horatio!" I gasped, "Do you not see that I am immense, and more than 35 stone my love? How much fatter can I be?"
"You shall, dearest Emma, fatten further if I have anything to say of it! You are a goddess of flesh and feasting dear, and I can only hope that a time will come when you can dispense with all else but that! Fatten until the idea of standing is as ridiculous as the idea of a French victory on the High Seas. In fact, fatten until you have become my own, yes, my personal sea! The Romans called the Med. Mare Nostrom, which is what you shall become to us. And we will sail together upon you!"
His lips found my engorged nipples and his tongue danced on rippling flesh. He worked at my folds while I carefully removed his clothing, and inspected his myriad of heroic wounds, those badges of courage his love of King and Country had won him. His poor arm still needed bandaging and his forehead was just healing over from that musket wound that had nearly claimed his life. He forced my vast legs apart and found my womanhood deep within, using his hand to awaken me further than I had ever felt before. He hefted my belly, with a bit of help from me off to the side and sidled his way into me, and the rapture that we felt as he bucked and thrust with all of my fat rippling and bucking with him, all the time keeping his good eye locked on my gleaming and tearful visage. My breath became labored as his intensity gathered. He placed his thumb in my navel, and grasped as much of my belly fat as his hand could hold as he brought us both to that special place of oblivion for a time, and though I thought this would be the end, he continued on through the night, experimenting with angles and positions. My body was like the Agamemnon to him by the end. He knew every nook, and cranny, every fold of flab, every roll and dimple.
We were in a passion so great that with the morning light we were surprised to find that we had not been alone. Sir William stood by the bedside with breakfast for us both, and informed Nelson that he had never seen a coupling done better, and that he was glad of the fact that Horatio had been able to service his wife in so English a way, and that what with his own ailment, the servicing needed doing, would Horatio be against continuing with the task he had so nobly begun?
Surprise, I might add, had ceased to vex me when it came to men and their tastes. Though I did ask Sir William later why I had not been consulted in the matter, and of course been told that a Hero like Nelson was infinitely superior to an Italian chef, though he be the virtual mayor of his village, I was not surprised by the new arrangement, though I was a bit by Horatio's response, what with being caught in bed with another man's wife and all.
"England expects, Sir William, that every man should do his duty! Though you have done Sir, great duties for the crown in the past, in the instance of your wife's needs, I believe you see your duty as a good husband with a clear and weather eye! I thank you sir, and heartily welcome your kind offer. Henceforth Sir William, I will treat you as more than a brother!"
Surprising that was, but all Nelson!