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“I can't believe you!” Fiona hissed. “To kill a man's dog!”
“Not by my hand. I had nothing to do with what happened to that animal.” Constance held firm in her lie.
“That animal- her name was Sweetie.” Fiona exclaimed. “And she was all that old man had left.”
“Well, perhaps he'll give up his share of the Hollow now that there's nothing to tie him to it.”
“You are a wicked cunt.” Fiona snapped, striking Constance hard across the jaw, knocking her hat into the dust as she fell to the floor of the barn.
Constance snarled as she lashed out and tackled Fiona around the knees, bringing her down with a thud.
“Feral bitch!” Van Ness gnashed, climbing on top of Fiona as she thrashed in the dirt and straw. “Perhaps it's finally time I put you down as well.”
Grunting, Fiona took a fist full of blonde hair and wrestled Constance to the ground, reversing their positions.
Constance opened her mouth to scream as Fiona pinned down her wrists, but before any sound could escape her, their lips collided.
Neither was certain who initiated the intimacy, but neither chose to break it off.
Fiona released Constance's wrists to claim her jaw with both hands. Constance clung to Fiona's shoulders, trying to drag her closer.
The older woman reached between their heated bodies, grabbing hold of Fiona's breeches. The brunette let out a primal groan as she began to grind against Constance's hand.
Their mouths hardly parted as they devoured each other. Fiona hooked an arm beneath Constance's knee, spreading her thighs so she could fill the space between, needing to be closer than their clothing allowed. Pelvis’ aligned, Constance rutted against Fiona, shameful sounds spilling from her.
“You are a monster.” Fiona chided.
“Put that foul mouth to better use, Miss Nelson.” Constance took hold of Fiona's hair, guiding her down between her legs. Fiona navigated the ocean of dark fabric, pooling the front of Constance's skirts around her hips.
Constance moaned as Fiona used both hands to rip a hole in her bloomers, revealing how wet she was beneath.
On her knees between a set of lily white thighs, Fiona licked her lips and whined as the grip in her hair turned harsh, tugging her face right into Constance's glistening cunt. She met it with the pad of her tongue, eagerly lapping through the folds before suckling on the throbbing bud of Constance's clit.
The reaction above was instantaneous. Constance had to clasp a hand over her mouth to muffle her rough cries of pleasure. The only thing tethering her to this realm was the fist grappling with Fiona's hair.
Hips bucking like a crazed mare, Constance squirmed as Fiona locked her arms around the older woman's thighs, trying to keep her still.
Her tongue slipped inside and Constance's back arched against the boning of her stays, screams catching in her throat.
Fiona grinned before sucking her clit again, relishing the desperate cries the matriarch tried to repress.
She waited until she was certain Van Ness was about to unravel, and then reared back.
“What are you-?” Lightheaded, Constance tried to drag Fiona back down, but the younger woman was stronger, easily taking her wrists and pinning them together above Constance's head. The blonde's eyes filled with fury as she kicked up dust with flailing legs.
“You're a fool if you think you deserve release.” Fiona growled, straddling her. “Consider it penance-” Constance interrupted by spitting in her face.
“Fuck you!” She bucked her hips but Fiona remained seated.
“Maybe next time, love.” Fiona planted a final possessive kiss onto Constance as she squirmed.
She hoisted the thrashing woman to her feet and collected her hat from the ground, giving it a gentle pat down to remove dust before handing it over.
“Sorry for the mess.” She gestured to the state of Constance's dress, which was coated in a thick layer of dirt. Her golden hair had come loose from its bun and frizzled out around her face. Her cheeks were still flushed pink with yearning and embarrassment.
“Fiona, I-” Constance stuttered, her world spinning off its axis. Fiona Nolan fastened her breeches, grinning like a giddy schoolgirl as she smoothed the two frayed braids cascading over her shoulders.
“No need.” Fiona shuffled towards the barn door, brushing herself down to appear at least presentable. “You know where to find me.”