Slippery Nipple inspired by Dragonfly in Amber

Madame Nesle de la Tourelle's Slippery Nipple

I dipped automatically, struggling to keep my eyes on the floor and wondering where I would look when I bobbed up again.  Madame Nesle de la Tourelle was standing just behind Louis, watching the introduction with a slightly bored look on her face.  Gossip said that "Nesle" was Louis's current favorite.  She was, in current vogue, wearing a gown cut below both breasts, with a bit of supercedent gauze which was clearly meant for the sake of fashion, as it couldn't possibly function for either warmth or concealment.

It was neither the gown nor the prospect it revealed that had rattled me, though.  The breasts of "Nesle," while reasonably adequate in size, pleasant in proportion, and tipped with large brownish areolae, were further adorned with a pair of nipple jewels that caused their setting to recede into insignificance.  A pair of diamond-encrusted swans with ruby eyes stretched their necks toward each other, swinging precariously in their gold-hooped perches.  The workmanship was superb and the material stunning, but it was the fact that each gold hoop passed through her nipple that made me feel rather faint.  The nipples themselves were rather seriously inverted, but this fact was disguised by the large pearl that covered each one, dangling on a thin gold chain that looped from side to side of the main hoop.

Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 9)

I rose, red-face and coughing, and a managed to excuse myself, hacking politely into a handkerchief as I backed away.  I felt a presence in my rear and stopped just in time to avoid backing into Jamie, who was watching the King's mistress with no pretense whatever of tactful obliviousness.

"She told Marie d'Arbanville that Master Raymond did the piercing for her," I remarked under my breath.  His fascinated gaze didn't waver.

"Shall I make an appointment?"  I asked.  "I imagine he'd do it for me if I gave him the recipe for caraway tonic."

Jamie glanced down at me at last.  Taking my elbow, he steered me toward a refreshment alcove. 

"If you so much as speak to Master Raymond again," he said, out of the corner of his mouth, "I'll pierce them for ye myself -- wi' my teeth."

Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 9)

Slippery Nipple

Can I interest you in a tipple from Madame Nesle's... oh, well...there's no need to be overly gauche, now, is there?

Slippery Nipple

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