Today I’m delighted to be doing a Blog Swap with the fabulous Morticia Knight, whose latest release The Fall of the House of Usher is a retelling of Edgar Allen Poe’s classic tale – with the naughty bits now in there to spice up the great man’s original prose. Here’s Morticia to tell all, and with a hot excerpt to whet your appetite. And when you’ve finished fanning yourself, hop on over to Morticia’s Blog to check out my post over there.
Take it away, Morticia (and Edgar…)
I was fortunate to have the opportunity to do a Clandestine Classic at Totally Bound back in May when they released my clandestine version of Washington Irving’s Legend of Sleepy Hollow. To pair with that offering, they just released Edgar Allen Poe’s The Fall of the House of Usher. I know, hardly seems like cheery holiday fare. But I can guarantee you one thing: despite the fact that Poe’s tale is quite dark and frightening, I have given it the HEA treatment, so it really is fitting for the holiday season. In my mind anyway.
It was a challenge, I’ll admit. You see, one of the rules for the Clandestine Classic line is that we can’t change any of the original author’s prose. When you pair love and romance with the doom and gloom of Poe – well, I really had to think the whole thing through carefully. Poe makes it clear in his story that everyone dies horribly and that the ones who don’t barely keep their sanity. Bummer. I promise my additional words take it in an entirely different direction.
In some ways, it even became a somewhat sweet romance, as the story is a lot tamer in heat – and much more heterosexual – than my typical fare. Yes, this one is an MF (I hear shocked gasps in the room) I’ve literally never written an MF erotic romance. Oh, I’ve had women in my erotic tales, but there were usually a couple men involved who enjoyed one another as much as they did their lady fair (See the afore-mentioned Sleepy Hollow). To give you an idea what the sweet lady Madeline and her brother’s boyhood chum are like together, here is an excerpt:
Excerpt from The Fall of the House of Usher, by Edgar Allen Poe & Morticia Knight
I was greeted with the most stunning vision. Madeline stood before me in just her chemise, the firelight silhouetting her naked form. The lush waves of her hair tumbled about her shoulders and fell down her back. The candlelight glittered in her emerald eyes, and her full red lips were slightly parted. She was exquisite.
“Oh, Madeline, you are…” I could not even finish my words, all I could do was drink in her beauty. The pull in my cock, the aching want consumed me. No more would I be able to wait for her. I needed to squeeze her soft flesh, twine my fingers in her luxurious hair, bury my face in her quim, then ravish her until we were both spent.
“Please, Edward, come inside quick.”
I could barely get my legs to move, I was so awestruck by her. Once she closed the door behind us, she slowly walked towards me and extended her arms. All thoughts of worry and anything that had occurred earlier were whisked from my mind as I swept her into my arms and gently laid her upon the large canopied bed. I had never even dared to go near it prior to that night, the promise of what we hoped would happen too much to resist.
At last I found my voice. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Sweet Madeline, know that I truly love you.”
She smiled up at me as I lay on my side next to her.
“Are you afraid, my love?” I asked.
“I will never be afraid again, as long as you are with me.”
Then I kissed her with a hunger I had not known I possessed. I invaded her mouth, made her mine with my tongue alone. I held her face with one hand, and embraced her to me with the other. She grasped my hair and clutched at my shoulder. I could feel the intensity of her need as it mirrored my own, and all I could think of was how I wanted to see her naked before me.
Breaking our kiss, I ripped her chemise down the centre and tore it from her body. She gasped, but did not protest. At last I could view her completely, and she was even lovelier than I had imagined. She had full, ripe breasts with tiny rosebud-coloured nipples that were tantalising to me. Her frame, while still on the thin side, was shapely at the hips, and I knew with better nourishment she would fill out even more. Between her legs she had a small patch of dark curls hiding her quim, and I brushed my fingertips lightly through them.
“Do I please you, Edward?”
It was the first time I had heard any real nervousness in her voice since the day we had first met.
“You are more than any man could ever wish for, be assured of that, my love. Will you let me do as I will? Other than when I first enter you—which will be quick—I promise I will not hurt you.”
“You know how I have longed for this, Edward. Do anything you like. Do not hold back in any way out of concern for my virginal state. I want to experience the most that physical love can offer. Show me, Edward, I am ready for you.”
Never had I received such a splendid invitation in my life. With her words she freed me from the small fears I had in how I should handle her. It was a joy to know that she was mine to teach, as I had so many acts of love to perform on her body.
I gently caressed every part of her. I had already teased her curls, and so I travelled with my hands higher up to cup her breasts as I had dreamt before. Her nipples responded just as I had hoped they would, and she closed her eyes and arched her head back against the pillow. I pulled on each pebbled point, and as my thumb brushed across one, then the other, her lips parted and she moaned.
My erection pressed painfully against my pants, and I longed to discard my clothing so as to lie next to Madeline, skin to skin. I stopped my ministrations and sat up from the bed. Her eyes flew open, and she furrowed her brow.
“Do not worry, I merely want to shed my clothes so that we may lie naked together.”
She smiled in such a heavenly way that I fumbled with my brass buttons, now wishing I had not stayed dressed so formally. Once my clothing was removed, I stood next to the bed with my staff fully erect and practically pointing to the ceiling. She tried to be demure as she viewed me, but I could see her primary interest was in my cock. That gave me a strange sort of satisfaction, as if I had passed an inspection somehow.
She rolled up on her side and reached one graceful hand towards me.
“Come closer to the bed, Edward, but stay standing.”
I was dreadfully curious as to what she intended, so I did as she had asked. As I neared the edge, she grasped my shaft, and I inhaled sharply. It had been a while since I had felt a woman’s touch on my member, and never had I longed for it from anyone more than I did with Madeline.
“So soft, and yet so hard at the same time. Is it uncomfortable?”
She used her fingers to continue to stroke lightly up and down my cock, underneath, around the tip, then back across the top. There was a tightening in my bollocks that warned my release was imminent.
“Not in the way you might commonly think. But I am aching for you, my lady, in a most urgent way. Please, let me lie next to you.”
Morticia Knight Author Bio
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM – she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to her family in England and Scotland when she was a child.
For 2014, Morticia has additional instalments in the historical M/M romance series, Gin & Jazz, as well as her best-selling Uniform Encounters series.
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