CAMELOT FANTASIES

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     But remembering that he was sitting with the business lady who was listening to his suggestions, Milano got used to the fact that they had to finish the conversation. When they stopped speaking, the man shook hands with Italian quickly and said that he needed to complete an urgent matter. The blonde in a gray suit raised her eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing, smiling slightly to his plans, and nodded, saying that she would wait there. Rising from his chair and taking a few detours around white tables, Milano reached a green lawn soon. Thank Archangels, the blonde was not watching him and was looking the other way. Moreover, he got tired of the attention from women, especially as clingy ones as she was.

     Watching Veronica laugh and nod in response to Timothy when he whispered something in her ear and went to the gift shop, slightly whistling, the Italian simply boiled with anger. "How could Veronica forget me so easily?! Although, she might have been angry that I did not come on a date?! It is quite possible," Veneziani grunted as he knew the nature of a female character well. He knew how women responded to men's behavior.

     Milano reached his deer with quick steps of a leopard, studying her appearance intently. Veronica looked stunning: a colorful dress in unusually calm colors, belted at the waist and dropping down to the ground, was making the girl’s figure look slimmer, showing long legs of its owner at the same time. If it were not for people, the man would have possessed Veronica right there on the grass. The passion had not disappeared anywhere. He realized that he wanted the girl even more than before. He had lost his marbles, being so close to that beauty!

     Approaching the girl, the Italian breathed hot into her dark brown hair.

     "This Angel has flown so quickly but just didn’t wait for me in Rome..." He said in a wild whisper, which made Veronica jerk timidly, being a little surprised that she heard a familiar voice. The girl turned around 180 degrees, and, of course, she saw...Milano. He was as handsome and irresistible as he was at the moment of their parting. The silvery-gray suit emphasized his body so that it seemed as if it was sewn directly on him, the collar of his white shirt was unbuttoned in a gangster-like way and the tie was hanging calmly around his neck. As always, he looked seductive and sexy.

     "That’s enough! This trick won’t work with me!!!" Veronica vowed that never again would fall into the trap of his seduction. Or would she want to be caught again?

     "What are you doing here?!" The girl hissed discontentedly, while studying the Italian. Milano, of course, did not expect such a "warm" welcome from Veronica.

     "I’m having a business dinner," the man replied calmly, "with one blonde."

     "Get out of my face to her! What is that to me?!" The girl got outraged, looking eagerly at the Italian.

     "Are you still jealous?" Milano grinned, stroking her hair.

     "Not a bit. You can serve all the Italian women, I don’t care about you!"

     "Do you, mia cara?" The man spoke maliciously. "You're just mad because I appointed a meeting to you a week ago, but was too late!"

     "Go to hell!" Veronica broke out, feeling that she had to resist his charm, although she was definitely giving in. At that moment Milano Veneziani was smirking as he watched the girl being nervous in his presence. A demon! A real demon!!!

     "You know, I'll go to hell only after seduce you, my beautiful angel. And then let even Armageddon begin! But you will be mine until I send you away myself!!!" The man replied defiantly, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his trousers and slightly rocking back and forth in his black top-boots.

     "Puffed up bastard!" Blazing with indignation, Veronica swore to Milano heading towards the cathedral. "You will never get me!"

     "Why can Veronica blame me if she might have smeared her heavenly wings in the mud herself?!" The Italian wondered. "Or not? Maybe she was really not guilty?"

     Realizing his amazon’s insanity, Milano ran up to her suddenly, grabbing Veronica’s hand and pulling her towards the locker room, relating to the Leaning Tower, though the room was meant only for the staff. Veronica pushed him off as much as she could: "What does he allow himself, a wretched playboy?! I’ll hit him now! If he only tries to come closer to me!"

     Entering a small room and closing the door behind him, Milano grabbed the girl's forearm so hard that she almost cried out in pain.

     "Let me go, damn you! Get your dirty hands off me, you bastard, perverted in sex! Look for some **** in Rome and forget about me! Do you understand?!"

     "Have you **** with him?!" The Italian asked Veronica sternly, feeling that doubts and anger were gaining new force in the turns in his head.

     "Who?!" She was furious, hearing such an insult from Milano.

     "Don't pretend to be stupid! I mean Timothy!" The man was staring at her with fiery eyes, despite the fact that the color of his iris was the one of a blue-green abyss.

     "This is none of your business!!!" She shouted, trying to wriggle out of his grasping fingers.

     "Hell, mine! If you slept with him, you are a ****!" Milano was angry at Veronica, trying to rivet the attention of his proud amazon at least with his look.

     "And you are scum, if you think that I'll be with you after you’ve told me all of that! Who will ever want to talk to you after that?!"

     Milano’s hand flew up and the man realized with fear that hit the door a few inches from Veronica’s head. He was shocked by how she had angered him and wanted his manhandling. "What a witch!" The Italian suspected the girl. "And pretended to be an angel..."

     "Now I’ll find out myself if you slept with him or not! I will learn it my most beloved and faithful way!"

     "Just try to touch me and I'll scream! I will tear your entire vaunted suit! I promise you, damn devil!"

     No sooner had the woman scream, as the Italian shut her mouth with a kiss. He kissed her with such a rage that Veronica thought that the man would eat her lips. The girl was standing patiently for fear of steaming up Milano or getting hit from him, but she realized with amazement that he did not do it, but only pressed closer to her.

     "I’ll take you hard and fast now. Let's see whether your body was underneath him or not! If you're hurt, it means you're not lying. If you feel good, then, you were in his bed more than once!"

     "You are an animal! Let me go!!!"

     Before she could say anything, the girl felt how Milano raise her dress and take off her clothes, and enter her body hard. Veronica cried, feeling the pain shooting through her insides. Biting her lip, she did not want to show how it was unpleasant, and how anger and resentment were increasingly penetrating into her soul. But Milano noticed her cheating at once when saw the girl pulling her beautiful lips with teeth. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but she was suffering and did not want to show that was being hurt.

     "What a woman!!! A real fighter! A true one!" Milano thought, looking into Veronica’s eyes. "Now, I won’t let her go for sure!" He finished the thought when he came out of his bold amazon’s body and she almost collapsed from the loss of his support.

     "Well and how long you are you going to lie to me, my little liar?" The man was smiling, managing to catch Veronica instantly and stroking her flexible neck gently. The Italian realized that the girl had not deceived him about her chastity and now her body was aching from his cruelty.

     "Go to grass! I do not want to see you! Rapist!" Veronica was saying through her tears, thinking only the worst of Milano.

     "I’m connected with you, cara, and I won’t go." The man growled next to her ear. "I got mad from jealousy, but now I will give you pleasure and you'll forgive me..."

     "Get out of here or I'll call the police!"

     "Then we will be arrested for having sex in a public place," Milano chuckled.

     "Monster! Beast!" The girl screamed, beating a man mercilessly in the chest, until he began to feel that her blows grow stronger. The Italian tolerated them for a certain time, until his patience exhausted. Unwilling to bear prickly attacks of his warrior any longer, he grabbed her elbows with force, driving her towards the kitchen furniture. Stretching Veronica on the table, Milano pressed her wrists to its surface and the girl trembled, seeing a lustful gaze of the eyes she loved.

     What a demon and an angel he was! How could the two sides of man – black and white – be observed so keenly in the character of the Italian? He was just a monster of fairy tales, but, at the same time, a Prince, whom the spell of a witch lay on.

     "You're excited. I like it..." Milano whispered, holding the girl’s hand with one hand, and lifting her dress with another. "I want you too, my angel. Spread for me!"

     "Only under pain of death! And after that I do not promise!" Veronica sent all her resistance to him with a look and felt the eyes of the Italian burning all her skin. He seemed to look at her through the laser monitor.

     "Don’t you understand, bella, that with your constant refusals my excitement grows with a vengeance?! Stop it! I know that you want me."

     "**** brute!!!"

     "Swear if you want. You're still mine!!!"

     Without letting Veronica cool down her passion, Milano entered her body slowly, causing the girl’s back to bend as a bow-string suddenly. Having sobbed and realizing that she was not going to be hurt, Veronica finally surrendered. Milano slightly raised her soft buttocks, to hustle her amazing body better and groaned hoarsely, when the muscles of his amazon’s flesh wrapped around his manhood hard, and it was completely drowned in her body, as if it had come home once again.

     "You're going to kill me so, mia amore..." The Italian whispered, breathing hot in her collarbone.

     "I will. Unless you get out of me at once!" Veronica replied him harshly, still trying to resist.

     "You're angry, but I know a perfect remedy for this!" Milano grinned, throwing his jacket aside. "I'm not going to feel sorry for you, my amazon. Now you'll know all need to know, and will groan, asking me to repeat it again and again and again. Trust me, I know what I'm saying. You're going to like what I'll do!"

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i am glad you are enjoying the sights and sounds of Camelot.
you are giving your fans/friends/followers a bit of taste of Italy here.
it is cool stuff. your castle is amazing.

Thanks so much, Clay.  Hope they will love it.
I love your castle too.  I added at your page some pics with amazing castles!