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Pookie could feel herself drawn to the Knights of AChat’s meeting area again. She would always finish her duties in the laundry, where she worked as a laundress and she would hurry the short distance to the training barracks.

At this time of the evening the AChat knights were always milling around after dinner, and Pookie would spy on them through the slits in the stockade fencing. Seeing those men stirred up feelings that always surprised her. Perhaps it was because of their heroics defending the realm of AChat. She wasn't sure, but that warm tingling feeling that ran through her body and made her feel alive was coming back to her again.

This particular evening, the knights seemed to be having an outdoor feast, some sort of celebratory event. Pookie snuck close to her usual spot along the fence, and was quite well covered behind some thick shrubs.

Quietly, she crept up behind the shrubs and stood holding the stockade fence. Peering in, the maiden could see the yard was lit with lanterns, torches and a big fire in the forge. In this position she could see quite clearly the men, and in particular the well defined muscles in their tight fitting Barbarian Costume shirts and the bulges in their Barbarian Costume pants. Biting her lower lip, she inhaled deeply and felt light headed. The same tingly feeling coursed through her whenever she was there.

Pookie saw that in the training yard, there were two women, quite scantily clad in wispy veils.  They were attending to the knights, bringing them drinks.  The knights would reach out and touch the two women, this excited Pookie, and she wished herself to be inside the fence with the knights. Clinging to the fence, Pookie could feel a wetness starting between her legs.

Feeling naughty, Pookie lifted her long black skirt up around her crotch and started to rub her aching pussy. Leaning on the fence, her back now to the knights, her fingers slid over her vagina and probed her wet folds, as she imagined herself in that yard with the knights. She surprised herself as she dipped into her pussy how wet she was. Her free hand reached and twisted her nipples through her thin white blouse, her button nipples already erect through the thin fabric. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the moment of pleasuring herself. Her body grinding in a downwards motion on her fingers, inserting them in her aching pussy. Breathing heavily, she didn't hear the two men who were walking the perimeter of the stockade, moving towards her.

Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet, who had been patrolling the outside perimeter had noticed something or someone a few minutes ago and wanted to check it out. Moving closer, they stopped near some trees and crept cautiously towards the person at the fence. As they got closer, they could see it was a curvy maiden in her early twenties perhaps, leaning against the fence. A tree was shadowing her so they couldn't see what she was doing but it looked like her eyes were shut and she was smiling. Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet moved closer, carefully treading in the drying grass which was growing just off the road. Sir Griflet worked out what she was doing first and nudged his friend. This girl was frigging her pussy on the stockade fence line!  Both men watched in awe as this young beauty moaned and caressed herself.

Several minutes passed before Pookie had the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and screamed out in fright as she noticed Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet watching her less than ten feet away. Stumbling at the fence she quickly removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and pulled down her skirt. Sir Lucan's delight in finding this beauty on the barracks doorstep was evident with his pants already tenting a bulge. Grabbing Pookie with both arms, he forced a sloppy kiss on her lips. Pookie struggled in his strong arms, his hands gripping her tightly. Pookie was no match for Sir Lucan's strong frame as he towered over her. One of his hands slid down her body, feeling the curves it had to offer. Sliding his hand over her skirt material he hoisted it up and slid his hand over Pookie's tight ass. Squirming under his touch, her pussy was now dripping, eager to be touched and fucked.  Sir Lucan sensed it, and broke away from the kiss.

“What is your name, wench?” Sir Griflet demanded.

“Pookie, Sire.”  The young laundress answered.

"You can come with us now, or I can charge thee with trespassing. What's it going to be wench?" Sir Lucan asked her.

"Please Sire, I wasn't trespassing, I was lost," stammered Pookie.

Sir Griflet, recognized her as one of the laundresses which worked in the little laundry near the castle grounds.

"Look, wench, thou knows as well as I do you are not lost, and thou seemed to be having a good time by yourself here looking in. I will give thee the option. You either come with us or I will have to report you and thee will take your chances as thou are trespassing on this land," Sir Griflet informed her in a firm voice.

Pookie looked at Sir Griflet and suddenly wanted to feel this knight’s cock thrusting into her pussy.  She could feel her own wetness on her thighs.

"It looks like I don't have a choice, do I, sire?" Pookie replied with a seductive smile.

Sir Griflet and Sir Lucan escorted her along the stockade fence towards the opening that led to the barracks area.  Sir Lucan was on one side of Pookie and Sir Griflet walked on the maiden’s other side.  While walking, each of the knights would help themselves to her body, touching her ass and squeezing her breasts, heightening the maiden’s sexual arousal.

Pookie, although she should have been scared witless, was so horny at this moment she couldn't wait for Sir Griflet or Sir Lucan to fuck her. She hoped that if she fucked these two knights,  the other knights would want to fuck her also.  Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet stopped suddenly and brought Pookie to a standstill.

Sir Lucan moved closer to her and started to kiss her deeply, bringing her frame close. Pookie responded and kissed him back, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth. Pulling her skirt up, his hand slid up her unclad crotch and opened her womanly folds. Dripping with her sex sauce Sir Lucan delved into her slit and rubbed up and down. Her already enlarged clit was aching to be touched and Sir Lucan knew it. Sir Lucan teased her pussy with his fingers before roughly inserting three into her soaked pussy. Pookie gasped, broke the kiss and spread her legs wider for him.

"Oh my Lord, yes," Pookie whimpered as she grabbed his cock through his Barbarian Costume trousers
 
"Thou horny, slutty, wench."

Pookie smiled and asked, "Can we just stop here for a minute?"

"Why?" Sir Griflet asked.

"I need cock and I need it now, please," begged Pookie. "Please Sire."  She untied her skirt and allowed it to fall on the ground.

"God damn Sir Griflet, I am going to fuck this whore right now," said Sir Lucan.

And with that, Sir Griflet stopped. Sir Lucan pulled Pookie over to an old tree stump and Pookie leant over it. Raising her ass she exposed her dripping pussy and Sir Lucan didn't waste any time in kneeling down between her legs and licking her from ass to her clit. Squealing with delight Pookie spread her legs further. Sir Lucan stood up, lowered his Barbarian Costume trousers, freeing his member and stroked it a couple of times and drove it home in her love hole. Within a couple of strokes in Pookie's pussy his cock was well lubricated and Sir Lucan was in a fast rhythm, pumping stronger and harder with each stroke. Pookie was holding onto the edge of the stump to steady herself as the pumping action in her pussy was getting her off balance. With his balls banging up and slapping her clit, it wasn't long before Sir Lucan shot a huge load of cum in her.

After Sir Lucan had blown his load, Sir Griflet was already fully erect to get some of the action. Pushing her head down making her cheek rest on the large stump, he eased his cock in Pookie's sloppy pussy. Sir Griflet immediately grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, ramming his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. Pookie was squealing with delight, each thrust of Sir Griflet seemed to make her squeal louder until she couldn't take it any longer and her whole body quivered as her orgasm ran through her. Within minutes of Pookie cumming Sir Griflet shot his semen deep into her womb.

"Now come along with us, we have been gone way too long and we need to introduce you to our brethren knights. You want that don't you?" Sir Griflet asked. "We saw you looking in and begging to be fucked Pookie!"

Walking the rest of the way to the fence opening, Pookie put her skirt back on, tied the cloth belt, and tried to look presentable.

"I wouldn't bother with that. The knights can tell and smell a slut when they see one," Sir Lucan said laughing.

Back where the celebration was being held, the rest of the knights were settled in for the night and were drinking mead steadily and laughing loudly. When Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet returned and got the attention of the others, Sir Griflet yelled out, "My fellow knights, we have a surprise. Meet Pookie. She is our slut for the evening."  Sir Lucan grabbed Pookie by the wrist and in one motion, practically threw the laundress towards the knights.

Pookie stumbled into the area before regaining her balance and looked around, seeing the rough looking crowd she hesitated, then that stirring in her loins started up again, and the laundress could feel her pussy becoming wet.  The knights looked at the maiden with hungry eyes.

Sir Dinadan and Sir Palemedes walked across to her. The excitement was beginning to hit Pookie now. Sir Dinadan stood in front of her and looked at her. The Sir Palemedes was standing behind her, then as one they moved. The knight facing her grabbed hold of her head and kissed her lips, crushing his own lips so hard against hers that she thought he would bruise her lips. The knight behind her grabbed her large breasts through the material of her blouse, roughly squeezing and kneading them. Making her nipples hard and her body jerk.

The knights lifted her bodily and carried her across to the large group of men. They sat her on the table in the middle of the knights. Pookie smiled. Sir Hoel leant forward and in one swift movement tore open her blouse, exposing her tits with her nipples erect and already aching to be touched. Before this had totally registered in Pookie's brain she was pushed backwards across the table. Her skirt rose so it showed her pussy to anyone who looked.

Before Pookie could even blink, Sir Dinadan was kissing her lips hard. The laundress returned the kiss. While she was occupied with kissing, Pookie could feel a couple of hands touching her pussy.  Other hands started feeling her breasts.

She didn't know how it happened but she was now naked.  Pookie was held down, becoming wetter and wetter as the hands held her tighter then she felt fingers roughly pushing up her pussy. Wanting to scream she opened her mouth but found the hard stiff prick of Sir Owain thrust into her open orifice. Thrust all the way to the back of her throat so there was no chance of her biting.

She felt mouths on her nipples sucking and licking. Then a large hot throbbing cock of Sir Erec replaced the rough fingers up her pussy. Had she been able to, she would have screamed as this poker was rammed hard up her pussy. But as her mouth was otherwise occupied this was impossible, so she whimpered, tears filling her eyes. As she was roughly fucked in both pussy and mouth.

Sir Owain’s cock in her mouth began to spurt hot spunk into her mouth; she had no option but to swallow. When it was finally removed Pookie took a deep breath, as she was about to scream another hot throbbing cock filled her mouth. As it was thrusting savagely in and out of her mouth, she ground her teeth along the shaft. This only infuriated the thruster more, taking hold of her hair Sir Bors yelled “Thou fucking wench!” into her face thrust his cock harder down her throat making her gag and choke, and making the knight laugh.

She felt Sir Erec thrusting up her pussy, grunt and with a final savage thrust he shot his load deep inside her, she felt him withdraw and wipe his wet sticky cock along her thigh. As she relaxed slightly she felt another cock thrust up her pussy. Sir Cador was taking things gentle, until the jeering and baying of his mates made him angry and he began thrusting in and out like some machine. As her ass bounced against the table and her head was thrown forward forcing the cock even further down her throat. All the knights laughed, watching her tits bounce as she was fucked hard and fast. She felt someone nipping her nipples and then near fainted in pain as he bit her nipple hard.

Sir Bors in her face grinned and told her “fucking bitch..I'm coming.  Bitch let’s see how much thou can take”, and with that he rammed his cock into her throat as far as he could, as she gagged he came holding her head tight against his balls as he shot his load and laughed. Sir Cador fucking her also thrust hard and came up her pussy. Pookie, the slutty wench,  whimpered and came, gushing cum all over the knight's balls. All the knight whooped and cheered as they realized that she had just cum.

As the two knights moved away Pookie felt something hot and sticky hit her breasts, as she glanced down she realized that someone had just cum all over her breasts. Then she was surprised to see two naked women emerge from the crowd. They walked forward bent their heads and began to lick her breasts and nipples clean. Pookie moaned. She felt her ass being pulled along the table then she felt another hot hard cock thrust into her sopping pussy. The women moved down her body licking as the crowd cheered them on. One of them climbed onto the table and pushed her own pussy into Pookie's face. Pookie tried to move her head but felt two hands hold it tight so she knew she had to lick the pussy that was staring her in the face. So parting the pussy lips she lapped at this woman's clit, as she felt the woman doing the same to her clit as Sir Guthwaite thrust long and deep up her sticky pussy.

She tongue fucked the woman for what seemed like ages before she felt her stiffen and then Pookie’s mouth was filled with a sweet fluid like nothing she had ever tasted before. The woman climbed off her face then bending down French kissed Pookie long and deep. 'Not bad slut' she whispered as she walked away. The other woman had disappeared back into the crowd of naked knights. Sir Guthwaite thrusting up her already overflowing pussy, grunted and buried himself deep then he jerked and came.  Pookie closed her eyes and laid waiting for the next assault.

                                                               
                                                                  
A pair of big strong arms grabbed Pookie and helped her to sit up. She looked into a great big bear of a man's face, Sir Baissier. He handed her a glass. She looked at the liquid and not really caring what it was drank it gratefully. Her mouth was dry and sore from all the cum she had swallowed. So she drank the whole glass. Amazed she realized that it was mead, it tasted sweet but she could feel the kick from it. She drank it and looked at the knights all standing around her holding their rigid cocks in their hands. She must have counted at least twenty.

Pookie smiled as she thought, “what if they all wanted to fuck or make me suck them.” Sir Baissier removed the glass from her hand. Then he pushed her back onto the table and moved between her legs, bending his head he did what no one else had done so far and licked up her pussy, tasting the previous men and Pookie's own unique taste. When he had licked his fill, he dropped his Barbarian Costume trousers. Pookie looked and tried to jump from the table, but four pairs of strong arms held her down. “No no no “ she protested when that had no effect she tried to scream as another hard cock was thrust into her mouth.

The crowd was now cheering as the bear of a man positioned his equally massive cock against Pookie's already abused pussy. It was so large he had trouble as he tried to fuck it in. He grunted and pushed, Pookie tried to move but couldn't. Someone must have handed the man some sort of lube, as she felt something cool being applied all around her pussy lips. She wanted to scream that this prick was too large, but couldn't with her mouth full of cock. So with a knot in her stomach, she lay still as she felt him once more position his monster cock against her pussy. She could vaguely hear the whoops and calls, shouts of encouragements from the crowd. She tried to block out what was happening, but it was impossible with the cock ramming her mouth and the monster trying to force entry up her pussy.

With a grunt and a thrust the monster entered her, she thought she was being split in two. She could hear the calls “Give it to her.... Fuck the slut...Ram it in deep...fuck the bitching whore”. He slowly thrust deeper until he was about half way in. Pookie knew he couldn't go any further. She felt her legs roughly grabbed and her knees pushed backwards, opening her pussy as wide as was possible. She felt fingers rubbing her clit. Even with this monster rammed up her she felt her pussy responding to the stimulus. She was soon sopping wet. The bear of a man pulled back and thrust his cock in deeper, to Pookie's amazement it was nearly all in her pussy. The crowd roared its approval. The monster cock was soon ploughing in and out of her pussy. “Oh My Lord!! Yes!!  Fuck me!!”  she shouted. The crowd of knights cheered as Pookie could feel herself building to an orgasm. The monster stretched her pussy to capacity she shuddered and came, the knight fucking her, thrust as she was in the throes of orgasm and buried his cock fully to the balls in her pulsating pussy.

The cock in her mouth was pulled out as he shot his load over her tits. Sir Baissier stayed with his monster buried fully in Pookie's pussy, then resumed his thrusting, but now burying his monster fully with each inward thrust. The knights clapped cheered and stamped. He gave a few more thrusts then buried himself deep and came. Some of the knights in the crowd, excited by the spectacle, came over and shot their loads over Pookie, as she lay spread-eagled on the table.

The bear of a knight removed his monster rubbed it along Pookie's thighs to rid himself of some of the cum that clung to his cock. He then walked to the other end of the table and thrust his semi-hard monster in Pookie's mouth. Pookie sucked and licked him clean. At which point this enormous man tucked his monster back in his Barbarian Costume trousers. Turning to the crowd he raised his hands over his head in triumph.  The crowd of knights cheered louder. 

Pookie slowly opened her eyes and looked around the area trying to put her brain into some sort of order. She had just been fucked like she had never been fuck before.  What could they possibly do to her next, she wondered.

Just then Pookie felt hands grabbing her and lifting her from the table.  Sir Eliar and Sir Neandi picked the naked wench and hoisted her over their heads to the cheers and shouts of the other knights.  The two knights began to carry Pookie around the area, through the crowd of naked knights.  Hands were everywhere on her and she began to feel her pussy reacting once again. 

She glanced around, taking in all the naked, burly knights,  Cocks of different lengths and thickness, some of them erect, some of them spent, Pookie wanted to fuck them all. The laundress saw the other two women, now.  One of them, the dark haired one who’s pussy Pookie had licked was between two knights.  Sir Kay was fucking the woman from behind while she was sucking on Sir Mealen’s thick cock.

The other one, who had helped lick the cum off Pookie’s tits was riding Sir Seor in earnest, her eyes closed in pleasure.

The knights placed Pookie on a new table in the middle of the open area. The tabletop was cold to her, Pookie shivered slightly, goose bumps forming on her skin. A knight stood up and walked towards Pookie. He smiled at her then suddenly grabbed her legs spreading them wide,  he thrust three fingers into her wide-open pussy. Pookie jerked at the suddenness. The knight bent and took her nipple in his mouth as he fucked her pussy with his fingers.  The laundress could feel the cum from the others running down from her pussy to her ass.

Pookie was suddenly aware of another pair of hands holding her legs and touching her breast. Then Sir Lucan’s hard cock was thrust into her mouth., she licked and sucked his cock, enjoying the taste. Pookie was surprised when she realized that her legs were now shackled to the table that had somehow been split, taking her legs as wide apart as humanly possible.

She felt her pussy being entered by a hot cock, it was Sir Griflet. He fucked her hard and fast. As did Sir Lucan in her mouth. They both thrust in unison. They shuddered and came together. Filling her mouth and pussy at the same time.  Pookie moaned. She felt a gentle tongue licking at her clit and pussy. Then she was kissed by a tongue probing her mouth, tasting the cum in her mouth. She felt two mouths suckling on her nipples. She moaned. It felt so good. She felt a cock being placed in each hand. She closed her fingers around the cocks and slowly wanked them. Slowly moving her hand up and down the shafts firmly. She felt her pussy being filled by another cock. A hot stiff cock was also filling her mouth. She felt so dirty, so very slutty, being fucked in nearly all her holes.

As this thought went through her head. She felt a finger rubbing round her puckered anus. She wanted to move away from the probing finger but couldn't. So she whimpered. The knight thrust his cock further down her throat making her eyes bulge and her gag trying to push the cock out of her throat. The finger thrust into her anus as the cock thrust hard up her pussy. She would have screamed but couldn't. So she gripped the cocks in her hands harder and became rougher with them.

She felt them stiffen and jerk shooting hot cum onto her breasts. She could feel it dripping down her sides. She heard someone groan and the knight in her mouth came. Shooting cum down her throat. Then she felt the cock up her pussy spasm and shoot hot spunk inside her. She could hear the crowd clapping and cheering. Then she felt multiple tongues licking her body. Licking cum off her breasts. She had never felt anything like it before and shuddered to an orgasm.

She felt something bushy against her pussy and looked down to see Sir Kenradret with a bushy beard licking her pussy. She had tingles running through her body. She giggled as the knight's beard tickled her most private parts that were now on public show. She felt her head taken in a pair of hands, a tongue licking her lips so very gently. Then as she sighed and opened her mouth the tongue danced with her own tongue, a gentle sensual dance. Making both of them breathe heavily. Then she felt her breasts being covered in kisses. In fact her brain registered that every exposed part of her body was being smothered in kisses.

Pookie shook and moaned against the tongue oh so gently kissing her. She thrust her pussy into the man's bushy beard as she came writhing and moaning, gushing sweet nectar into his mouth, covering his beard too. When he stood up to thrust his cock up her wet slippery oh so wide-open pussy, everyone could see her pussy juices glistening in his bushy beard. He sighed happily as he slipped his swollen hot member up her hot wet pussy. The knight kissing Pookie also changed positions and replaced his tongue with a stiff prick. Pookie sighed she just loved sucking cock.

The prick of Sir Wensill in her mouth was thicker than average, her mouth was stretched as he thrust in and out, making her shudder and gasp. It tasted so very good. When he shot his load into her mouth she swallowed it all, moaning in near ecstasy. She felt the Sir Kenradret who was fucking her tense, he withdrew and shot his spunk all over her stomach and breasts.

Pookie felt herself being unshackled. She sat up and was handed another drink, which she drank gratefully. She looked round the yard and saw at least twenty or more cocks being stroked.

Pookie saw three knights approaching her. She gasped as she saw the size of their cocks. She was lifted off the table and Sir Desaro lay on the table. She understood at once, as she was help onto the table too. She lowered herself onto his stiff cock, slowly impaling herself on that hot, hard member. She sighed in pleasure as the cock filled and stretched her pussy. She moaned as she had Sir Reonald’s big cock placed against her lips. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked all over his shaft before drawing him deep into her throat. It was his turn to moan. She was enjoying the cock in her mouth so much that she didn't realize that Sir Umbrose was behind her and was going to assault her asshole.  The slutty wench moaned once Sir Umbrose’s thick cock was past her sphincter muscle and was part way up her back passage. God it hurt but felt good too.   Pookie would have howled in pleasure had it not been for the cock filling her mouth. She had every orifice filled and oh, how she loved it. She thrust her hips back to meet the two thrusting cocks. The prick in her mouth throbbed and grew indicating that he was about to shoot his load.

He withdrew and shot jets of cum onto Pookie's face. The knights fucking her pussy and ass also withdrew and shot their loads over her body.  Someone lifted Pookie off Sir Desaro, and the three knights went back into the crowd, to cheers and guffaws.

Pookie was placed on her back, and felt her legs being roughly parted again.  Sir Mensrot sunk his thick cock into the laundress’ pussy in one hard thrust.  He held onto Pookie’s hips and he thrust his hard cock into her again and again.  She felt the knight’s cock swell and he pulled out of her and shot his cum onto her body.  Pookie closed her eyes and could feel another orgasm coming on.  The laundress shuddered and convulsed as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her.

As she opened her eyes she saw the two women, with a cock in each of their hands, wanking them over Pookie’s body.  The four knights came, one by one,  shooting long, thick spurts of cum onto her, the laundress moaned loudly as the sperm splashed on her.

The four knights moved away and were replaced by four more.  The two women jerked the hard cocks until they too, came, showering Pookie with more cum.  Knight after knight was jerked off by the two women as they came, coating Pookie with their cum.  When the last one had cum, not one inch of Pookie’s body was cum free.

Pookie felt four hands on her body and looked down to see the two women smearing the cum on her with their hands.  They reached the laundress’ pussy and Pookie screamed with a mind blowing orgasm.  She saw stars and lightning bolts shooting behind her eyes.  Her pussy pulsed and contracted and danced, gushing a geyser of sweet nectar, so it shot down her thighs to mingle with the cum that covered her body.  The knights hooted, clapped their hands, shouted and cheered their slutty wench.  “POOKIE!! POOKIE!!  POOKIE!!”

Sir Baissier walked across to the table and smiled at Pookie's cum covered body. Then, picking her up he carried her into the barracks room, the two women following behind them.  Sir Lucan and Sir Griflet each carried two pails of water that had been warming by the fire.  They poured the water into a large bath and Sir Baissier gently placed Pookie in the warm, scented water.  The two women climbed in with Pookie and they began to clean the laundress of the sticky cum that covered her body.

More water was poured in by other knights and soon Pookie and the two women were cleaned.  Pookie felt tired, but very happy.  A night of pure sex like this she had never experienced before, and she hoped it could be repeated.  Pookie and the two women, who introduced themselves as Lady Etheras and her hand maiden Yesarta, were led to a small room that was equipped a bed.  Pookie crawled into the bed with the two ladies and was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

Pookie never went back to working at the little laundry, instead she had a new job, as special laundress to the knights of the AChat.  From then on, Pookie’s days were spent laundering clothes, her nights were spent… well… fucking knights.


THE END

                                                                   
                                                                  
Veronica was a brave and powerful warrior and natural leader for her people.  Standing about 6’1, long flowing red hair combined with almost porcelain coloured skin and deep blue eyes, her body was strong and perfectly toned, yet still feminine with her ample bosom and firm buttocks.

This was not a good day for the now Queen Veronica of Kulina, having to take up the throne after her father’s passing just a few short weeks before.  Seemingly this day may end even more  grim than that because Veronica and a handful of her bravest troops were racing back to the castle on horseback.   The troops did not understand why their monarch was in such a hurry for the battle had been won.

They reached the castle stables, Veronica ordered her men inside to rest and spread the word of their great victory.

The men and woman of the royal guard all dismounted and stabled their horses letting out battle cries and songs of celebration and how they would drink to the memories of their fallen comrades.

Once they had all left, Veronica very gingerly got down from her horse her right hand clinging to her left side the whole time. Clinging to the deep wound she’d been hiding from her troops. Trying her best to stem the blood loss, she knew she was probably bleeding internally as well.  She left her horse knowing a stable hand would take care of it and tried to walk. Every step was agony and her feet felt they were made of granite, yet she persevered, determined to succeed where her father had failed. She must get to the chamber in time.

Veronica was making slow but steady progress to a hidden entrance of the east wing only the monarch was privy to. Her father had left  a coded message in his will, telling her about it. 
She suddenly felt dizzy, things started to go black.  She fell forward “Noooooo, not now, not when I’m so close” she thought.   
Veronica felt a jolt stop her from falling and a new hand putting pressure on her wound.  It took her moment to focus and realise who it was.
It was Aylwin her most loyal and trusted servant.  “Your majesty my queen what happened?”  He asked with genuine concern.  “Where are you going, we have to get you to th-…. “ 
“No time, the chamber” she cut him off before coughing up blood onto the ground in front of them.

Aylwin was an average size man fit and strong but no warrior standing about 5’9 with short dark hair hazel eyes and a complexion that was ever so slightly darker than most in the kingdom.   

Aylwin had been with the royal family since he’d been found abandoned on the castle steps as a baby by the royal guard.  The king decreed that he be raised in the castle, that it had been destiny that had brought him.  So at the age of 9,  Aylwin approached the king and asked that he serve the royal family in gratitude for having saved him from certain death. The king agreed on the condition that he answers to the monarch and the monarch alone.

Aylwin has served the royal family ever since and he and Veronica had practically grew up together becoming close friends.  In fact Veronica loved his company especially since he seemed to be the only man that wasn’t intimidated by her stature her royal position or her iron will.

Aylwin tried to stay strong for his queen and lifelong best friend. His right arm around her, the hand with a piece torn from his shirt, putting pressure on the gaping wound in her side.  Her arm was over his shoulders to take most of her weight and that of the armour she wore.  That same armour had torn in places to form jagged spikes one of which was digging into Aylwin’s side but he did not complain.

They managed to reach the destination at the east wing that Veronica had dictated.  Aylwin had heard of the Chamber as a child but thought it to be merely a legend. Now he prayed it was true.   

They moved right up against the wall.  Veronica started to feel around in the brick for something, still leaning on Aylwin for support.  After a bit of grunting and grimacing, she found what she was looking for.

The wall seemed to move and judder as if there were an earthquake. A small part of the wall seemed to move in as if it were a door.  Veronica tried to push it open but hadn’t the strength so Aylwin helped by pushing with his foot. After some more pushing and grunting they managed to make a gap big enough for them to get through.

Once inside, they made their way down a narrow winding staircase.  It was pitch black but Veronica seemed to know where she was going.  As they reached the bottom they could see light again. They had made it to the chamber. Strategically placed mirrors bounced the sunlight around the room bathing in it in a warm glow.

It was truly a sight to behold. All the interior walls were fine marble, as was the floor and there in the centre was what they sought,  the pool itself.  It was huge and round with steps inside probably about six foot deep at its lowest point but more than wide enough for the even the biggest bather to fully submerge themselves.  The water seemed normal at first but on closer inspection had a slight green tinge to it almost like absinthe. 

As Aylwin peered through the absinthe water he saw a mural on the bottom of what looked like two duelling dragons of flame one the colour of flame but the other more of a blue.

“Quickly help me out of my armour!”  Veronica breathed, mouth full of blood, barely holding onto consciousness.

Aylwin returned his attention to the task at hand, both fumbled with the straps and buckles. Once free of the armour,  Aylwin gently helped Veronica move down the steps.   On the third step Veronica gestured to be let go jumped into the centre of the pool and submerged herself completely the once clear green water muddied by her blood.

 Aylwin was stood at the edge of the pool and for what seemed like an eternity nothing happened but then the blood started to vanish.  Veronica surfaced flicking her red hair behind her as she climbed the stairs.
 Aylwin was bewitched by her magnificent body.  After a moment Aylwin realised he was staring and looked away.   Veronica examined herself her wound was completely healed “Will heal the gravest wound but will not bring back the dead!”  She muttered remembering the legend. 

Coming back to her senses she remembered Aylwin was there with her when she looked up he was at the edge of the pool with his back to her staring at the wall she was about to speak when she noticed his wound.  “You need to heal too Aylwin,”  she told him,  “Get in” she ordered.
 “It’s forbidden,” Aylwin stammered.
“We grew up together you have just as much right as me to be here, Now bathe your queen commands it” She knew he would not refuse a direct royal command. 

Reluctantly Aylwin began to undress still with his back to Veronica once nude he tried to back into the pool.
“Oh what’s the matter with you, this is no time for foolish modesty” she scolded moving towards him.  Once in reach, she pulled Aylwin’s arm to turn him around and saw why he had become so modest.  Despite his injury he was sporting a very impressive erection.

“Oh my did I do that?” Veronica teased. 
“I’m s-s-sorry I meant no disrespect”   Aylwin spluttered.
“No, no I’m flattered” she replied as she guided him into the pool.
Once submerged to his chest, he saw blood seep from his wound into the water for a moment but then like before, the blood vanished along with his wound. 
Aylwin felt strong, invigorated. They both did now. They just looked at each other, neither one sure what to do next. 
The Queen was the first to speak as she stepped slightly forward, resting a hand on Aylwin’s shoulder “There Dear,  now that wasn’t so bad was..”  Veronica stopped, slightly startled by brushing her thigh against Aylwin’s still throbbing member. 

Before the Queen could compose herself,  Aylwin grabbed her up in his arms and kissed her with years of pent up passion all at once.  Not to be outdone Veronica threw her arms around him grabbing a tuft of his hair as she kissed her oldest friend back with even more passion.

For a few moments more they continued their wild passionate embrace, their almost becoming as one. 
Aylwin began to gingerly step backwards up the stone steps while still holding his lover tight she in turn instinctively matched each step. 
Once out on the edge of the pool Aylwin stepped back for a moment so he could admire his Queen’s beauty. The water made her skin shimmer and glisten. A small droplet rolled down her left breast caught on her fully erect pink nipple where it hung for a moment before falling to the ground. 
Aylwin watched the droplets entire journey. He was drinking in the full magnificence of the angel stood before him,  “All that you are missing are wings and a halo” he whispered.

Veronica had never felt this exposed. Her face glowed as red as her hair as she tried to cover her modesty just as Aylwin had earlier.  Aylwin simply took her hands, looked right into her deep blue eyes and asked “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you like this, how much?” 
“Yes I think so,” she started “I have some idea because I....” She trailed off. Instead she pulled Aylwin into her,  kissing him once again. 
As they kissed,  Aylwin moved his right down and began to gently knead his Queen’s breast.  Veronica gasped openly, breaking their kiss as Aylwin moved to the nipple and tweeked it ever so gently between his thumb and forefinger before duplicating the motion with his left hand on the left nipple. 

Alwyn brought his head down level with her breasts, moved his right hand to cup Veronica’s beautiful breast.  There he stopped for a moment, smiling to himself, all the while maintaining thumb forefinger movement on the other nipple.   
Alwyn moved his head in closer to Veronica’s breast and began to circle her areola with his tongue occasionally flicking the nipple with it, before moving his whole mouth over her erect nipple gently suckling like a babe in arms. 
Every now and then he would gently graze the nipple with his teeth, not enough to cause pain, but more than enough to make the Queen gasp and moan in combined pleasure and frustration.

Aylwin kept up his nipple suckling, occasionally swapping breasts for a little while. 

Veronica was revelling in the attention, she had lay with men before, but they always just took what they wanted and were gone, but Aylwin her oldest and most trusted friend wanted to explore all of her and she in turn was happy to share.  Veronica could already feel herself moistening below. Her sex practically begging for him but she held her resolve. 
Aylwin stopped and asked “please lay down for me my queen”  with that he gently cradling her head laid her on the damp marble at the edge of the pool that somehow like pool itself was not cold.
 For a moment they just gazed into each other’s eyes, the Queen broke the silence by whispering “Please call me your Veronica.” 
 Aylwin smiled and nodded before they kissed once more.

Aylwin moved down from Veronica’s lips to her chin, to her neck where he gently kissed and nuzzled. Very slowly and deliberately, he moved down her neck to the top of her chest kissing all the way.  Moving further down he kissed her between her breasts while massaging one in each hand. He then returned to suckling each nipple before resuming his kissing journey down her toned abdominal muscles. 
Upon reaching Veronica’s navel, he darted his tongue in it for a split second, sending shock waves through her body.  Veronica knew where he was going next. No man had ever touched her like this before! Her face flushed, heart racing, she began tweaking her nipples much the same way Aylwin had just a few moments before.
Aylwin reached his destination, gently kissing the top of Veronica’s pubic mound. Lifting his head again, he began to glide his fingers lightly through Veronica’s well groomed lady garden occasionally pausing to blow them.  He was teasing her, and she knew it, but it didn’t last long, Aylwin manoeuvred himself down and eased Veronica’s legs apart so his face was right in front of her most private of areas.

Aylwin gently parted Veronica’s pubis revealing her cherry lips. He smiled and kissed them from top to bottom before moving back up to her hood this time with his tongue. 
Once there, he slowly parted the top of her lips so he could access her sweet spot, gently rubbing it with a finger before replacing that with his tongue in almost lizard like motion.
Veronica writhed and moaned, pinching her nipples even harder now. Her mind was swimming, she was agony and ecstasy all at once. 
Aylwin began alternating between the tongue motion and sucking on her hood. After a few moments, he eased a finger from his free hand very gently inside, feeling how wet she’d become. He smiled to himself once again before continuing the mouth action.

“Oooooooh what are you doing to me?!” Veronica moaned her hips bucking making it a struggle for Aylwin to maintain his rhythm, who now, had two fingers of his right hand sliding in and out of Veronica’s tight moist sex while alternating between rubbing with his left thumb and tonguing her swollen clitoris.

Veronica felt a sensation building up inside her. One she hadn’t felt before, but something told her not to fight it. 
Aylwin sensed the change in his Queen and quickened his pace giving up on the tongue for sticking to just the thumb and fingers. 
Veronica began bucking even harder moaning and screaming “Aylwin oh Aylwin ahhhhhhh”.  Veronica’s vaginal muscles went into spasm around Aylwin’s fingers in orgasm. Her toes curled, body convulsed and in a high pitched wail she screamed “Aylwinnnnnnn”.

Aylwin eased his fingers out moved up alongside Veronica and gently kissed her on the forehead and smiled as he watched her pant, bathing in her afterglow. 
Once Veronica had gathered herself, she turned to Aylwin and asked “Where did you learn to do that?” 
“It was in an old history text I found while sorting through some old books for the castle library.”  He replied.  “That was the first time I’ve actually tried it on anyone” Aylwin confessed.  “You know I don’t get to, I’ve only lay-“ 
“shhhh”  Veronica cut Aylwin off,  laying a hand on his cheek looking into his deep brown eyes and asked herself “why didn’t we do this years ago?” 
Still gazing into Aylwin’s eyes, she moved hand her down and began to stroke his member.
Aylwin gasped and his manhood was almost immediately at full attention.
“Mmmmmm good” Veronica cooed.  “Take me! I want you inside and I know you want me too”.

Aylwin didn’t need a second invitation, he rolled over and positioned himself on top. They were now face to face again. They smiled at each other.  Aylwin gently eased himself inside both her legs, gasping as his member penetrated her still moist sex. 
Once all the way in, they stopped for a moment and kissed. Then Aylwin began to move his hips up and down in a slow deliberate rhythm. They were in no hurry.
They kept up their slow lovemaking for some time, both revelling in every stroke “Oh how I’ve dreamed of this day” Aylwin moaned.
“mmmmm yes. As have I” Veronica confessed. 
They smiled at each other again, then kissed.  Veronica broke their kiss and whispered in her lover’s ear “Give me your seed, please I want to feel you take me. I’m yours.”

Aylwin picked up the pace gradually. Soon he was hammering away, grunting and panting, sweat dripping from his back.
Veronica moaned with every thrust her arms wrapped around him, legs crossed across his calves’. 
Veronica tightened her grip on him feeling that sensation once again rising. She couldn’t believe it was happening again so quickly!  Aylwin too, was reaching his climax- it wouldn’t be long now.
All of a sudden, Veronica once again convulsed and let out a loud wail, this was followed immediately by a roar from Aylwin as he pumped his seed into Veronica, helped along by her spasms.  Veronica felt Aylwin’s seed filling her. It seemed to never end!  Aylwin too could not believe how big his orgasm was.
 
Stilled bound together, catching their breath, they kissed rolling towards the pool uncoupling as they did so.
They broke their kiss and shared another lingering gaze both whispering “I love you” in complete unison.


The End.

                                                 
                                                         
It was a dark night.  The sky was cloudy, but it was a full moon and the darkness permeated everything.  The air was clear and crisp. Fall had set in and it was her favorite time of year. She walked down the dimly lit court to the castle door. The day had been long and she was looking forward to getting settled. A nice relaxing evening with some wine and a bath was just what she had in mind.

The full moon suddenly came out from behind the clouds. It was beautiful in the night’s sky and lit up the entrance to the castle when she stepped up to the oak door. The guards opened the door for her silent and obedient. She walked through and they closed it behind her again. She walked through the large cold stone corridors and to her special room.

She slid the large iron key into the hole and pushed open the heavy door. There he was, waiting for her, like always here. Head down, on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her acknowledgement. She hung her cloak on the hook and greeted him with a gentle kiss on the top of his head. She closed and locked the door behind her.

He was her personal secret servant in here.  That was his cue. He got up, not a word spoken between them. He wore nothing but a leather collar. A beautiful collar, picked out and designed by her. She moved to the bedroom, and he followed behind.  That was his place, behind her, in here. 

She sat on the edge of the bed. He helped her remove her shoes and clothing. She brushed her hand along his cheek and asked how his day was. He told her about his day and asked how hers was. They were loving and caring but had to be careful in these times. No one would understand this special room.   

He walked to the iron bath, separated from the main room, and the sound of the bath being filled  from large preheated water jugs, was heard. When he emerged from the bathing room, he simply looked at her and said, “It is ready”. 

She slipped on a satin robe, made from foreign parts,  and headed to the bathing room. A beautiful claw foot tub sat near a window. It was large and filled with bubbles. The scent of lilac and rose filled the air. Candles lined the sill of the castles windows and let off a soft glow. She slipped off her robe and slid into the bath. The water was perfect. Her servant knew exactly how she liked it.

A softly glowing fire illuminated the place and warmed the otherwise chilled room.

He emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later with a goblet of white wine. Most likely made from the local vineyards and one of her favourite flavours.
He handed her the goblet of wine and knelt by her side. They talked of their day and what was in store for the weekend.  As he listened to her talk about all the chores that needed to be done, the banquet they would have to go to the next night and the dues that needed to be settled, he gently washed her. She loved the touch of his hand on her body. They continued to talk. He washed her hair.

Helping her out of the tub, he gently dried her off, slipped the robe back onto her and sat her on the bed where he would brush her hair.
She loved the pampering she got from him and could feel how much he loved her in all that he did. When her hair was brushed, she told him to shut his eyes. She had a surprise for him. He had been so good all week and felt he deserved a reward for his loyalty and love. She told him to wait on the bed.

He was nervous. He was used to being punished when he was told to wait, so he wondered what she had in store.
After what seemed like hours, she emerged from the bathroom. When he was allowed to open his eyes he saw she looked amazing. Dressed in a white flowing, loose, straight dress, her long hair braided falling over her breasts and the sleeves draping down. She wore delicate lace gloves. She was a Lady, gorgeous and nude underneath. She wore a black jewelled mask that just covered her eyes. It emphasised the brown irises of her eyes. She had designed it herself after hearing Knights talking of such things from lands over foreign seas. It was so sexy.

She moved fluidly to the bed and ordered him to lie down. She pulled out a velvet corded drape rope, black to match her mask. She tied his hands and feet to the bed. Tight, but not too tight and legs spread so he was exposed. A black soft leather blindfold was placed on his eyes. He was completely at her mercy. 
He felt her soft lace gloved hand run across his cheek, over his lips, down his chest and over his now hardening cock.  He felt her grab his balls and move them around in her hand, gently.  Then he felt the sharp sting of a horse whip as she smacked it against his balls while they were still tight in her hand. The mixture of pain and excitement rushed through his body and his cock stiffened immediately. Her soft gloved hand ran over his hard shaft and it twitched at her touch.

For a few moments he felt nothing. The atmosphere was seductive and entrancing. He was very aroused. He felt fingernails on his nipples as they pinched and played. They were sensitive to touch and he wriggled as she touched them. The nails scraped down his chest and stomach. It was sharp yet seductive. Her nails dragged along his cock, sliding upward. He felt them circle his hard, throbbing cock. Up and down she went just barely touching him with her nails.

She stopped for a moment, then he felt the palm of her hand press against his slit as she slid down, then the tips of her fingers pull at the ridge of his head as she pulled up. He could feel chicken grease being spread over his cock now. Using the tips of her fingers she moved up and down, then grabbed his hard cock firmly in her hand. He jumped at the sudden movement, but could go nowhere. He felt her finger slide along his slit back and forth, gently pressing against it. Her other hand still wrapped around his cock.  She rubbed faster along his slit. The feeling was amazing. Then suddenly it all stopped. Her hand released from around his cock. Her fingers left his slit. There was nothing.

He waited for what seemed forever. What was she up to? He felt warmth on his inner thigh. Slight breezes. What was it? He then felt her lips against his thigh. Small kisses up his inner thigh. He loved feeling her mouth on him.  Softly she worked her way up his thigh. Precum oozed from his cock. He knew he wasn’t allowed to cum without permission, but the feeling of her mouth on him was driving him wild. He felt her warm breath on his balls, then her teeth gently pulling at them. Her tongue swirling them and flicking them. He was so turned on.

She kissed the space between his balls and cock then slid her tongue up the shaft. He was rock hard. She could taste the precum that dripped from his cock. She was pleased that she could do this to him. Loved the effect and hold she had on him. Her mouth plunged onto his cock, hard and fast. Taking every inch in. She gagged a bit as she reached the bottom.  She wanted to bring him to the edge with her mouth. She wanted him to feel that sensation.

Her lips tightened around his cock head. She tugged gently. It was driving him wild. Lips pressed against him as she slid down and up over and over. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth. This turned her on and she became wet.  She pulled her mouth off his cock.  His moans subsided, but he so wanted more. He wanted to cum so badly.

Again, he waited for what felt like forever. Why was she doing this to him? It was torture for him. He just wanted to hear the word, CUM.  He felt the bed shift under him and his hands were released from their hold. Was that it? Would he not be able to cum tonight? This couldn’t be. Was it a punishment?

Just then, he felt warmth surround him. He smelled her scent. Felt the moisture of her pussy. She was inches from his face. He reached up and grabbed her ass and pushed up her dress to her waist. He knew what to do. He licked the wetness from her smooth lips. He wanted to hear her moan. He loved the sounds she made.

She pressed her pussy into his face and he plunged his tongue deep inside her. She began to grind on his face. She was so turned on. She twisted her torso in her passion. He could hear her moans of pleasure now.

His cock became rock hard again as he felt her clit throb on his tongue. He knew she would cum. It was his job to make her cum. He licked her from clit to ass and back again over and over. He felt her tits against his stomach. Her warm breath close to his cock.  She plunged her mouth down onto him. She was close to cumming. Her moans vibrated through his cock. He wanted to cum so badly. Her head lifted as she let out a scream of pleasure. He could taste the cum on his tongue. He loved her taste.

She lifted her body slightly and asked him if he wanted to cum.
His “Yay” was hurried.
“Do you really want to cum?” she asked teasingly.
He knew she would make him beg for it. “Oh god yes My Lady, I want to cum.” He replied.
 “Show me how badly you want to cum” and she plunged her mouth down onto him 3 times.

He begged and pleaded with her to let him cum. Each time she would plunge her mouth down onto him. He was so close to cumming. He did not know if he could hold it.
 
Then she asked, “Will you clean me if I let you cum on my tits?”
He could not stand it any longer. He shouted “Yes My Lady, I will clean every bit of cum from you. Please, please, please let me cum on your tits.”

She gently wrapped her mouth around his cock one more time, sliding it down slowly to tease.
When she released, she whispered “You may cum” and grabbed his cock and pulled the front of her gown down, forcing her beautiful breasts up, so he could spray her tits with all the cum that had been building within him. A groan escaped him and relief washed over his face.
He spurted all over her.

His Lady untied his legs and sat on his now shrinking cock. She removed the blindfold and he sat up to meet her cum covered tits. Gliding his tongue over her, he cleaned every bit of cum off of her. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

He looked at her and all he said was, “Thank you My Lady.”

She smiled and nodded as she got up. He helped her with her gown and went to prepare a plate for her from the food he had bought in prior to her arrival.

He was a happy servant and she a happy Lady of the Castle.

“It could not get any better, “ Sir Durnure thought to himself, glancing at his sexy wife as he placed the food on to her plate.  “Lady Elaine was a complete and utter pleasure to serve “


THE END.

                                                       
                                                      

Lydia was on her belly, laying under a pine tree, silently watching the small band of coarse chain and leather covered men ride through her valley. Her pale blue eyes tracked their movement, but even better, her hearing followed the rattle and clang of steel and her nose could easily follow the stench of sweat, oil and horse. They talked in hushed tones as if to be stealthy. They may as well have blown a fanfare of trumpets. The whole forest knew they were here, and young Lydia thought she knew why.

She crawled out of hiding and padded behind the group, always staying in the treeline. The best armored seemed to be the youngest of the group. He sat tall in his saddle with dirty blonde hair. His helm laid in his lap and he laughed at an older man’s quip.

“Some young lord or new knight…” she thought. “Shame he would die.” Lydia was sure they were going up the mountain to face Taika the witch. Why else would heavily armored men travel this forest. “So handsome to die so young.” She thought just before one of the horses reared and neighed nervously, making her stop and drop to the ground.

“Whoa, girl.” One of the baggage men calmed his horse and they all scanned the trees for a threat.

“Eh, it’s a wolf.” The young knight moved to the middle of the group and pointed to Lydia, who thought she was near invisible in the darkness under the pines. “Shall we kill it?” The handsome knight started to dismount.

“No, Gavin” The older knight chided. “We haven’t the time and it would just outrun you.”

Both men turned their horses back towards the hill, but Gavin looked back.

“Why hasn’t it fled?” The handsome warrior asked.

“Maybe it likes watching you.” The old knight said with some irritation. “Send an arrow after it if it bothers you so much.”

Lydia did flee now. Letting them see her was bad enough, but she wouldn’t be a target. She sprang up and bounded deeper into the forest until she could no longer hear them. Then she turned towards the peak until she found the back cave entrance, a fissure in the rock really, room for a slim woman or child to slip beneath the cover of stone. Her shape shifted and if there was anyone to look at her, she would have been a blur. She stood human now, pale skinned, raven haired, and lean. A young woman at the peak of her ripening, her hips flared her skirt and her top was too tight for the round firm orbs that wanted to cascade over the seems, but these things mattered not to Lydia. She spent most of her time outdoors as wolf or raven, tricks taught her by Taika.

She walked confidently through the ever darkening passage that took her upwards to the main cave that the old witch and her called home. Taika was her Mistress, her tutor in the ways of magic. The witch was very powerful and very old... “and very mad”, Lydia was sure in her head.  Taika was cruel and demanding. She taught with pain from her hands and venom from her lips. Lydia had learned her lessons quickly and was now a witch in her own right, but Taika would not release her.

“Where have you been, girl?” The old crone barked near the fire.

“There are men coming up the mountain, Mistress.” Lydia supplied, walking to her.

“I know that, fool.” Taika spat. “You had to go see them I s’pose.” The witch came closer. “You looked at them and felt something here.” Roughly the old woman grabbed at Lydia’s groin and laughed as the girl pushed herself away shocked.

“Mistress…”

“Men are worthless” She said slowly with utter hatred, as if remembering a long time ago. “They will use you and then toss you out.” Then Taika smiled grimly “Then they whimper like pigs when the power is in YOUR hands.” Taika came out of her reverie “Stay away from them, girl.”


Before dusk the knights and their men had reached the large entrance of the cave. The steep terrain forced them to leave the horses lower down the mountain. With six of them, Gavin felt confident that they could subdue, or kill, one old witch.

“TAIKA, WITCH OF THE FROSTED HILLS!” The older knight, Barimore, bellowed out towards the cave entrance and drew his gleaming longsword holding it before him in both hands. The men behind him held broad swords or maces. Only Gavin held a shield  in his off hand  and his broad sword was still at his side.

“BY ORDER OF THE KING,” He continued “You will be tried for your crimes against his people. Surrender yourself.”

There was a long silence. The sun had completely disappeared behind the neighboring hillside. Dusk was turning into twilight. A shadow manifested at the dark cave entrance.

“Your king has no power here.” The words echoed around them. “He has no power over me.” She spat the last word.

“If you do not surrender, we can not allow you to live.” The bearded knight proclaimed.

“No, it is I that will not allow you to live.” She spoke almost quietly but her voice rang from the rocks.

The men shifted their feet. They would not step back, but  fear was in them now, she was a witch after all. Silence came now from the cave.

“Take Her, Men!”

Gavin drew his sword and the other men rushed forward as a great beast emerged into the dying light. In the darkness its size and shape was hard to gauge, but it had a roar that filled the night. One clawed hand swept a man nearly off the hillside, and jaws long as a strongman’s arms snapped a squire’s head off. The elder Knight swung his mighty sword at the dark beast, only to receive a reverberating clang. Fire belched out from the beast and its now visible head swung towards Gavin’s mentor. The brush caught fire at their feet and Gavin could see the beast in the flames light as he rushed to defend the older warrior with his shield.

Her scales were black as volcanic soot. Steam rose from the broad back. There were no wings, but a body the size of a smith’s house. Spikes came off its skull and down its neck. Legs thick as beech trees came to claws longer than daggers and shone like polished ebony.
It was an earthbound dragon but a dragon none the less.

Gavin got to the Knight and threw up his shield, but Barimore’s armor was smoldering.

“We must attack, man” Barimore commanded. “There is no retreat.”

Indeed, in the short battle, positions had shifted and the beast blocked the path down. Only three of them remained upright. Gavin looked to the dead and two wounded and as if reading his thoughts, the dragon coated the prone men in flame. Their screams were short, but they filled his ears.

“Each on a side then.” Gavin offered. “I will take the front with my shield.”

They approached slowly, the other two flanking wide. Dragon’s breath was terrible but it was not forever. Dragons needed to recharge. The last of the soldiers was taunting with two swords, trying to pull the beast this way so Barimore could lunge with that great sword. The dragon looked at Gavin but swung at the leather clad warrior with its barbed tail. Gavin drove in to strike an eye but had to roll as claws raked the air where his chest had been. Barimore drove in now trying to angle the blade to slide under the scales. His target was the neck, but the dragon heard him or sensed him and spun a quarter turn sending its horned head towards the old Knight. Barimore was knocked to the ground with a crash.

Gavin and the soldier sprang forward to help their fallen comrade. The dragon swung that barbed tail blindly like a morning star, while it advanced on the older knight. Gavin dodged under the deadly tail, but Barimore was being squashed by the beasts large foot.. The young knight charged in desperation.

“NO!” He slide his sword between the scales.

The dragon roared and spun, knocking the blade from his hands. With a slice of its claws that sounded like rushing wind, Gavin was knocked off of his feet. A talon pierced his chain mail and drove into the flesh of his chest and ripped on the way out towards his left shoulder. The gash was wide, deep and long. The blonde knight fell back to the ground and rolled down the hillside till he landed on his side against a boulder.

The dragon breathed deep and turned its attention to the soldier banging uselessly on its scales. The fire returned, and at point blank range, engulfed the warrior. Almost as an after thought, its hind leg crushed the body of Barimore. Satisfied that its enemies were vanquished, the dragon turned slowly to the cave entrance and plodded forward.

Lydia had hid at the corner of the cave entrance. She watched as the dragon shimmered in a dark mist and became Taika. Many things she had learned from the old witch by observing, Lydia was a talented girl. There was a cut at Taika’s side and Lydia rushed forward to help.

“You are hurt, Mistress.” The raven haired girl was reaching for the herb pouch on her hip.

The old witch waved her off. “I know, fool girl. ‘Tis a scratch and I will mend it myself.  Clean this up.” Taika  spoke with her usual surliness, and walked into the cave.

Lydia looked around at the carnage. Night had truly arrived and the fires lit by dragon flame were dying out. She moved from body to body and dragged them to the shear side of their mountain perch and rolled them off the cliff. When she reached Gavin she found he was still alive, barely. He was sticky with blood and unconscious. She stood up and looked to the cave nervously. Taika was inside, probably tending to herself. She made the decision quickly.

“Tardius en corde verecundiam somnisss.” Her voice was low and her hand waved over him, ending the spell with a hiss. He would sleep almost near death, his heart barely beating, but his wound did not gush.

She packed the wound with herbs from her bag and ripped what cloth she could spare from her skirt to wrap his chest quickly. She had to get him out of here. “But he is just so...Large.” she thought to herself.  She found his shield and stuffed it under his back. Pulling on his right arm, Lydia tried to drag him further down the hill. Gravity at least was on her side. Once she reached the hillside path she tried a spell.

Lydia concentrated and held out her palm towards Gavin. “Sequitur me terram” She said with a voice of command.

Pebbles and clumps of earth lifted from the path, supporting the shield and the knight’s heavy torso. Gavin seemed to roll behind the pale young witch who now guided them with a small ball of light cupped in her hand. She hurried downhill as safely as she could.

Near the base of the mountain was a Hunter’s cabin. A log house long abandoned, it still held the mounted horns of a stag in one corner, and crossed weapons on the other wall.
“Those may be handy.” she thought. There was rugged furniture covered in decorative blankets, but most importantly it held a bed. Lydia got her patient on the old mattress with much struggle. The wood gave groins as it took his weight. Quickly she worked, and with a word the fireplace was ablaze. She would need to clean the wound and make a proper poultice instead of the pack of herbs she had thrown on. But her spell still held and his heart beat slowly. She could fix this.

Gavin was warm and still sleepy, but pain was bringing him to consciousness. He opened his eyes slowly.  A thud that matched the beating of his heart went through his chest muscle and into his left shoulder. He looked around the room; pine log walls and coals of a banked a fire glowed off to the side. When he moved the pain brought tears, but he grit his teeth and put his feet on the floor. The door opened suddenly and he sat still with no weapon to defend himself, even if he wasn’t sure he could.

“Lay back down!” The young woman chided him. “You’ll rip that wound open.”

She was nearly white of skin with jet black hair. She helped guide him back down to a pillow that seemed to be a sack stuffed with grass.

“Where am I?” His tone was commanding.

“You’re safe, in a cabin at the base of the frosted hills.”

It all came to him quickly, “My Uncle, the men…”

“Only you survived.” she said softly “I’m sorry.”

Gavin lay back and let her change the dressing. Lydia intoned a spell and the flesh warmed on his chest. Gavin snatched her hand as it hovered over him.

“Who are you?!” He demanded.

“I am a healer” she offered softly. He didn’t let go “I am the witch that saved you... remember.”

“How did you find me?”  He was still wary.

“Taika is evil, she is very mad,” Lydia paused and gave him a smile before diving in. “and she is my mistress.” His eyes widened. “But I am not like her.” she was insistent and meet his blue eyes with her dark ones.

“You could have helped us.” He insisted.

She shook her head, “My magic would be useless against a dragon. Once Taika was in that form, I could not stop her.”

She stared at Gavin, who would not meet her gaze. “I am sorry.” Lydia finally said. She finished re-dressing the wound and went to the door to leave.

“She destroyed a farmstead you know.” Gavin’s words made her stop. “They refused to give her tribute. She killed the father and ran the rest off.”

Lydia turned to him with no surprise in her eyes, “I said she was mad, and I am not like her.”

“But you serve her?” He accused.

“I am apprenticed to her, If I left without her leave she would track me down and drag me back...or worse.”  Lydia left him to rest.


Lydia had thought she had brought back enough food for the day, Gavin had eaten it  all with little more than a rude burp.  Three days of magic induced slumber, she should have known better.

“Will others come to stop the old witch?” Lydia asked as she stoked the fire.

Gavin walked around the cabin’s only room with his left arm cradled in his right. “At some point they will expect us back. When they will send the next group… I don’t know.”

“She needs to be stopped. We could kill her, you and I.”

The young knight looked at her sharply. “How could we kill her, just you and I?”

“I can’t combat her,” Lydia shook her head. “But I can stop her magic. I can keep her from turning into a dragon.”

“I can’t even lift my left arm, let alone a shield.” Gavin pointed out.

Lydia hesitated at the coldness of her own words. “You won’t need a shield, just your sword for a killing blow.”

Gavin lay back on the bed and pondered the offer. “Justice will be done. I will fulfill my duty, and what of you?” He looked at her askance.

“I will be free.” she said simply and shrugged. “And I will leave.”

Gavin was satisfied. If she held him any ill will, she wouldn’t have saved him. “Agreed.”

Lydia took salt from the cabin’s cupboard and slowly started pouring it in a circle around the bed as she intoned an incantation. Gavin watched for a few moments in curiosity.

“What are you doing?”

“We must seal our pact with a ritual that will bind us to each other. After the ritual we can not betray each other until the next moon.”

“Why, you don’t trust me?” Gavin was amused.

“No one trust witches, and witches don't trust men with swords.”  She looked up from her circle. the fire light bathing her face as dusk settled outside.

“Hmm...what must I do?” Gavin imagined cutting of thumbs and mixing of blood.
 
"Make love to me." Lydia put a knee on the bed and leading with her breasts came at him.

“What?” The young knight was surprised and seemed to be blushing.

"It will bind our souls until the next moon.” She kept moving towards him. “Your harm is my harm and mine, yours...that is the ritual."

Gavin’s eyes looked to the pale cleavage moving towards him and then moved beyond as Lydia blew out the candle.

                                                            
                                                   
The young woman’s pale skin shown in moonlight on one side and danced in shadows from the fire light on the other. Gavin looked at her, open mouthed, as she bent down and kissed him. He did not protest, but breathed deep of her scent. Lydia smelled of forest and herbs and a hint of lemon balm. Her long black hair fell around them like a tent for their privacy. He could only raise his right hand, but it settled along the curve of her hip. He slid it along the side of her lithe form as she kissed him over and over, tenderly. Their eyes locked for a moment before she pushed herself up and straddled his groin.

With a seductive smile, Lydia unlaced her linen top and pulled it over her head, only to drop it to the floor. Gavin stared at the firm white orbs, topped by dark rosebuds. He reached for one with his right hand. It filled his palm and he gently squeezed. Lydia mewed above him as she untied her short skirt and dropped it in a heap on the floor with her shirt. Gavin’s fingers ran around her dark areola, making it harder and stand out, he seemed entranced by it.

Lydia bent to his ear, “Taste it.” She pleaded and then moved up his cradled head.

He suckled her like a babe in her arms as she stroked his hair and cooed at him. She could feel his manhood rising beneath her thigh, and gasped as his tongue flicked across her hardening nipple. Lydia kept feeding him but moved to the side so she could open his breeches with one hand. Gavin soon helped, wanting to be free of the restraining material. Together they had released his turgid cock, which stood tall and proud, pointing to the ceiling.

It was long and thin shafted with the head being fatter than the rest. Lydia reached for it, hesitantly. She felt the silkyness of the flesh and pushed the foreskin down its fat head. Her slim fingers wrapped around it and she kissed him deeply.

She looked away from his eyes coyly and confessed. “I have… never...” She admitted softly and gave his tool a squeeze.

Gavin looked at her, astonished, in the fire light and brushed her dark hair away. “No?”

Lydia nervously giggled. “I live on a mountain with an old witch.” She looked in his eyes now, “But... I want to.” Lydia admitted.

Gavin smiled and kissed her. He pressed his fingers into her raven mound, rubbing in circles slowly. They kissed and each fondled the other, taking time in the act. Instinct eventually told Lydia to cock her leg up and Gavin reached lower, finding her damp lips. He softly probed and ran a fingertip along her warm pussy. Lydia was tense next to him, but giggled and purred as he explored her slowly. She offered her throat and he kissed it as he drove in one finger.

The virgin witch gasped at the penetration, but clung tighter to his reclined form. She felt teeth now on her jugular. She gripped his cock tight in response and turned her head to move his mouth to hers. They both kissed hungrily now and fervently. Lydia moved over him, body to body, careful of that injured left shoulder. His cock rubbed her belly and mound as it was trapped between them. Her nipples pressed into his hard chest. Gavin held her little bottom in his right hand and his left, moving only at the elbow, smoothed her side. Her body wanted to grind. It knew what to do.

Lydia broke their kiss, and with seriousness, looked into his eyes. “It will hurt won’t it?” She asked.

“I think so; at first.” Gavin tried to be helpful. “You’re on top, you will be in control.”

With determination she continued and lifted her hips. Lydia reached down between them to guide his manhood to her. “Don’t let go of me.” She insisted “... the ritual”.

Gavin had forgotten about that but nodded and his grip on her ass was tight as she moved his cock head to her lips. Lydia could feel it at her entrance. The head was warm, almost hot. She sank on it slowly. Gavin watched her bite her lower lip. He let go of her butt and held her cheek in his hand instead.

“Slow, slow.” He encouraged softly. “Almost…”

Lydia leaned into his hand and gave a pained smile, but she pressed downward. Gavin wasn’t large, but to her he was more than enough. She let gravity settle herself on him until finally their groins were together.

At first she just lay there with her head on his good shoulder. And Gavin was happy to hold her in turn. His cock was wrapped tight by her warm wet flesh. They were connected and one. At that moment he could understand the magic that would bind them.

Slowly she began to move. She didn’t lift her head, just a slow rocking on this tall muscled Knight. It hurt, but she moved slowly and let her body touch his were ever it could. She whimpered once and he smoothed her hair and cooed at her and kissed her head. Just inches she moved, but her pussy felt it all. It clenched around this foreign invader inside. It took time but she relaxed. The pain was still there but there was pleasure too. Lydia turned her head and looked at the face of her Knight. He would free her from her captor. Together they would win.

She moved up and kissed him and with effort drove him back inside on the way down. She did it again, just brushing his lips and then pushing his cock back in. Gavin lifted his groin as best he could and their pubic bones rocked on each other. And Lydia gasped, the pleasure had surpassed the pain and every movement increased her body’s joy. Slowly she started to build. She rose up on her arms now and rode him, not on her knees but her legs splayed out. Gavin gripped her bottom and encouraged her with his moving arm; pulling her ass up and thrusting his hips skyward when she went back down. She panted above him and let her head hang, her black tresses covering her face.

Gavin could feel it, her grip tightened even more on his shaft and she moved wildly on him. She was panting and grunting and her fingers clawed at his good arm. He had never been lain by a woman, they were usually underneath, but he reveled in her exertions. He marveled at her need and the work of her desire. He wanted to fulfill that need and sate her desire. She ground into him and cried out, letting her head fall beside him. The blonde young knight rolled with her still in his arms, his cock still deep inside her. He rolled until his body pinned her underneath and he felt her legs wrap around his buttocks and they nearly fell off the bed.

“Your shoulder…” She cautioned as his healer.

“Shh,” He countered, resting himself on one elbow and one leg on the floor. “let me finish, woman.” with that he kissed her cheek.

Lydia smiled dreamily and happily acquiesced, wrapping her limbs around him and holding on tight. Gavin began to pump slowly, making love to his witch. She held him tight and her fingers dug in. He could have got up and walked around with her, she clung so tightly. So he began to pound. His hips pistoned back and forth, driving into the virgin pussy, driving her into the mattress. He could hear Lydia cry and gasp under him, but she also whispered “more” when he tried to stop. He found a rhythm and was grunting over top of her. Sweat collected between their flesh and their groins smacked together and the bed shuddered and groaned, filling the cabin with the sounds of rutting desire.

Lydia clung tighter and drove her heels into his buttocks to hold him deep inside her and she worded the incantation almost breathlessly. “Et unus sanctos … mea amator.” She seemed to add.

She let him go and screamed out and Gavin went back to fucking her hard. He was so close, he could feel his sack tighten. His need so great and the end so near. Lydia arched beneath him and it felt like a hand gripping his cock, milking it like a teet. He rammed it home and grunted above her until he exploded. His member shot cream deep inside her as his body shuddered. Lydia’s own sex quivered and squeezed as if in sympathetic response. They both lay panting against each other, spent.


Gavin awoke alone but Lydia came in the cabin door after a while, seeming in a rush.

“You’re not dressed” She pointed out.

“I will need help.” He gestured to his nearly immobile left arm.

She was no shield maiden. After his clothes and the chain mail coat, Gavin had to instruct her on each piece and where it went. Finally, she took his sword from under the bed, surprising him. He had hoped he wasn’t going to have to use one of those weapons on the wall. As they walked back up the mountain Lydia kept going over the plan.

“Just march straight to her, even announce yourself. We want her knowing you are coming.” Lydia was very animated and talking with her hands. “I will be behind her and when she starts talking and threatening you, and she will, keep coming. I will negate her spells when she starts casting them. You will charge her. We won’t have much time once she realizes it is me…” Lydia paused. “Well, I just hope I can stand against her until you actually get to her.”

Gavin understood now what the young witch was risking. She was turning on her mistress and if this failed Taika would kill them both. “I will be there.” He said confidently.

Lydia left him and was gone. She was in raven form, flying fast to get back to the cave. The young witch had little sleep these last few days, flitting between the cabin and the cave. When she awoke next to Gavin that morning she had no time to bask in the warmth of his bare chest under her head, but instead rushed out to go make the old witch breakfast.


“Where have you been, girl?!” The evil crone demanded.

Lydia was just coming into the living area from the small side path. “I got oats from the soldiers’ horses.” She held up a saddlebag that she had moved to the cave entrance days ago.

“Well get busy, I swear I will starve with you around.” Taika grumbled.


It was well after noon when Gavin finally arrived. He had rested many times and reached the cave not weary, but warmed up. His legs were ready and his arm was loose. He had swung that sword one hundred times and pictured his target. And so it began.

“WITCH!” He called out as he approached. “You will pay for your crimes! You WILL die at my hand!”

Taika looked up truly surprised, but that quickly turned into a warped smile. “They sent another so fast? And alone?” The old witch laughed. “Come girl and learn something.”

Taika moved toward the daylight, calling out to this intruder. Once she saw the Knights silhouette in the entrance, she conjured an earth ball that formed as an apple sized lump at her feet, and with  a thrust of her hands, propelled quickly forward, picking up dirt, dust and mass along the way.

Gavin saw it but didn’t hesitate. He charged, screaming a war cry. The ball dissipated into a cloud of dirt and pebbles that rang against his chain mail at best. Taika held her hand aloft and a blue flame appeared. She hurled it, and in flight it grew and became an angry yellow and red. Gavin was coated in a blue aura and the fire ball fizzled against him.

Taika had heard the incantation and spun on her apprentice. “You little BITCH!”. The old witch held up a tuft of raven hair hung on her necklace.

“No, No!” Lydia screamed and scrambled away. Hair and true names held power and Taika had both of hers. There would be no blocking any spell coming at her. She cast an immobilization spell and looked beyond Taika with hope.

Gavin, at full charge, swung the sword at the witch’s neck, who was just remembering him and turning in that direction. Taika had cast “Iron Flesh” but the steel still bit into muscle and sinew. The crone’s last sight in this world was a small carefully collected bunch of her own gray hair hanging from the sword’s pommel by a leather cord. The head rolled and the body fell backwards from the force of the blow. There was a silence in the cave except for the heavy breathing of Gavin, who stood over the lifeless body.

“I’m free.” it was a mouse’s squeak at first. “Free” Lydia was louder as she got to her feet and then clapped in joyous amazement. She thought perhaps this day would never come. “FREE!” It echoed through the cave, and she spun with her arms out and head back, laughing. And with a small spark of light, she disappeared, then a raven flew from the darkness over Gavin’s head and into the world.

Gavin never saw her again. She was nowhere in the cave and she never showed up at the Log house. She was just gone.


The  End.

                                                                 
                                                               
In the war torn country of Carinthia, King Magnus was in a desperate fight against the Barbarians in the North. With his army laying siege to the last castle strong hold of his enemy.

King Magnus was not a king to sit back in his castle and let his army die for him. He was there out on the battle field with them.  Having ordered his army to surround the Barbarians strong hold and to be ready for a long and hard siege to starve out his enemies and to cut off all the supply lines to the castle.

The days of the siege turned into weeks, with King Magnus growing more and more inpatient the longer the siege went on. The King ordered his troops to pull back from one side of the Barbarian castle in a hope to drawing them out to ambush them.

After pulling back for a week, there was no sight of any Barbarians. King Magnus was growing more frustrated at this and ordered his finest scout captain to hand pick ten of his best men to go with him on a top secret mission.

Captain Hector handpicked his ten best scouts for their skills with a bow and sword to stay silent killers if needed. On being picked for this mission they were each told of the orders given by the King.

Captain Hector gathered his men out in the woods away from any listening ears and told them the mission

“The King has ordered us to search for any sign of movement coming from the castle and to capture anyone that we meet and get as much information from them as we can and send it back to the King”

Captain Hector looks around his men “This is not going to be easy but those are the Kings orders and WE ARE THE KINGS BEST MEN” He says holding his right fist to his chest “ARE YOU WITH ME” He shouts

“YES CAPTIAN WE ARE THE KINGS BEST MEN AND WE ARE WITH YOU” the ten man answer as one.

The eleven strong scout team moved through the woods fast and silent with their eyes and ears open ready to catch the faintest sound or the slightest of movement. After searching and living off the land with the animals they had hunted for a week, the troop came across fresh tracks in the woodlands. With footprints heading in both directions, Captain Hector ordered his men to lay in ambush for who ever came down the path. With his men hidden away they lay in wait for their ambush to be sprung.

Laying in total silence waiting for their pray to walk into their trap, the troop heard voices approaching them in the direction of the Barbarian’s castle. With a flick of his hand Captain Hector gave the signal to open fire and hit the Barbarian convoy.

His men broke cover with bows at the ready, letting their arrows fly over and over as they attacked from all sides. Killing most of the troops protecting the convoy. Drawing their swords they fight with the remaining troop until only one troop remained. As they surround the last troop, Captain Hector shouts “We need one alive.” With their swords pointing at the last survivor of the ambush, Captain Hector walks through his men and grabs the mask hiding the Barbarians face with one swift movement he pulls it off to reveal the face of a young girl.

“It’s a girl” one of his men says. Captain Hector grabs her arm and spins her around putting her arm up her back and pushes her against the wheel of the wagon “Rope” he orders and holds his hand out.  A length of rope is dropped across his open hand, closing his hand around it, he leans in to her back “you will tell me everything I want to know” he whispers in her ear.

Taking the rope he ties it around her wrists and fixes her wrists to the side of the wagon. With her body pressed hard against the wagons wheel and her arms out stretched. Captain Hector kicks her legs wide open and ties her ankles to the side of the wagon.

Taking his dagger out of his belt and runs it up her back sliding it up under her top he turns the blade and starts to cut the back of her top open. As the blade cut through the nick of her leather top he turns it and cuts down both arms letting the back of her top fall to the floor. Reaching around her front he palls the front of her top away letting her breasts fall free and press against the cold wooden wheel.

Reaching around her Hector roughly grabs her right breast and squeezes it hard “YOU WILL TELL ME EVERYTHING I WANT TO KNOW” he snarled at her
“I WILL NEVER TELL YOU ANYTHING” she screams back

Taking his dagger he runs the cold blade down her spine letting her feel the cold steal against her skin sliding it into the waist band of her trousers. He stops and lets a smile cross his face. He turns to his men “Search up the track and find where it goes and then come back for me” He orders
His men grab their weapons and head off down the track as ordered. Captain Hector turns his attention back to his captive reaches around her and undoes her belt and pulls it out from around her waist. 

Taking his blade he slides it back into her waist band and cuts her trouser open exposing her white skin of her bum to the cold air. She takes a sharp breath as the cold air touches the soft skin of her cheeks.

Captain Hector steps in tight pressing his body into hers and whispers “I want to know how many troops are left in your castle you can tell me now and save yourself a lot of pain” 
“NEVER I WILL NEVER TELL YOU ANYTHING” she shouts in response. Hearing her answer Hector steps back from her and rolls her belt around his hand 
“Last chance to tell me” he says
 “NEVER” she replies.

Hearing her defiant answer he raises his hand and brings the belt down hard across both cheeks of her ass. The 2inch wide belt cracked as it landed on her skin making her scream as the intense pain of the belt rushes through her whole body.

He raises his hand again and brings it back down again letting the leather of the belt rip into her skin again. She screams again as it lands making her cheeks burn from the pain the leather belt has given her.

Two red stripes start to show where the belt landed across her cheeks with raised edges along them. Hector move back in to her pulling her hair to left her head “Are you going to tell me what I want to know”
 “No” she whimpers back.

 “Well If leather won’t make you talk, let’s see if the feel of cold steal will loosen your tongue” he says as he pulls his sword from its sheath.

He runs the tip of his sword up the back of her thigh letting her feel the cold tip on her skin. With just the tip he runs it along the outlines of the red stripes over her ass. He raises his sword and brings it down using the flat of the 3 inch wide blade it lands with a load SLAP.

He presses the blade hard into her soft flesh letting her feel the cold steal against her flesh. She screams and arches her body pulling on the ropes holding her wrists. Her head spins around to see the sword blade glint in the cold morning sun coming back down against her fresh again.
The blade lands again pressing her flesh into the wagon wheel. She screams again as her body goes limp.  The ropes hold her wrists and stop her from falling.

Hector steps back in and presses his body hard against her “Well are you going to tell me” he says running the cold blade up the outside of her thigh “or do you want to feel my cold steal again.”

She grits her teeth “Never” she says through her teeth

“You asked for it then” he says as he raises his sword again, he swings it down over and over each time leaving a red stripe cross her cheeks. Her screams turn into whimper as each swing brings a strap sting of intense pain rush though her body making her body shake and quiver with each strike.
After ten hard strikes, Hector steps back into her

“YES YES I will tell you everything just don’t hit me again” she says before he can say anything.

“Good girl I know you would giving to me” he says with a rye smile, taking his sword, he stabs it into the ground behind her and asked his questions about the troops and the food left in the castle end, the most important thing who was in charge, was the barbarian king still alive.

After getting all that he needed to hear from his prisoner he looks at her body and the red and purple stripes across her cheeks.

Taking his leather gloves off he moves back over to her and gently rests his hand on her cheek. Feeling the heat coming from where the blade had landed so many times, a soft moan leaves his prisoners lips as his hand move from cheek to cheek and letting his finger run down betting them.
Feeling her body reacted to his touch, he move in close to her and whispers in her ear “you like my hand on your body feeling its roughness on your soft skin don’t you” 
A soft gentle “yes” came back from her.

Moving his hand down from her cheeks and around between her open legs his fingers move slowly over her soft moist lips of her young pussy. “ you really do like them don’t you” he says as his fingers move between her lips.

 “yes” she softly moans as she tries to open her thighs more for his fingers to find her soft inner lips.

Feeling her reaction to his fingers Hector rolls his finger back towards him pushing it deep between her wet lips, almost lifting her off the floor as her pushes his fingers deeper inside her.

The soft moan was now a low grunt as the pain from her cheeks turned to pleasure from between her legs. Hearing her moans and grunts Hector slide a second finger deep inside her wetness moving them slowly in and out of her wetness getting a little faster every few pushes into her. Until his hand was moving so fast his knuckles hit hard against her swollen clit.

Pulling her head back by her hair as he slammed his fingers hard into her, her body starts to shake and with a sudden gush of her juices an orgasm rips through her body.

Hector learns against her “you want more don’t you”
“YES” she screams “YES” 

Hearing her screaming for more with his fingers still wiggling inside her, Hector pulls his fingers out of her tight little lips as she tries to hold them inside her. Moving his juice covered fingers back over her ass and rubbing them over her tight little spot.

With a sharp pull on her hair making her head jerk back he pushes his wet fingers deep into her tight spot. Making her scream in pain again but the screams soon turned to moans of pleasure. Pushing his fingers in deeper he lets go of her hair letting her head fall forward as she pushes back against his fingers letting them slid deeper into her tight channel.

With his free hand Hector undoes his trouser and letting them fall around his knees moving in close behind her taking his fingers out of her he rubs his juice covered fingers over the tip of the hard shaft holding it in his hand he move into her letting her feel his hardness rub between her wet lips and with a fast hard push he rams his whole length into her wet pussy in one go making her moan loudly and push back onto him.

Taking hold of her hips, he starts to roll his hips pushing his hard shaft deep into her each time. Moving his left hand from her hip around her body and pulling her tighter to him and finding her clitoris. Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger making it swell and become hard.

Slapping her clit hard with the flat of his hand as his hard shaft slides deep into her pussy from behind. He matches his slaps to land each time his shaft is deepest inside her and pushing her clit out to meet fingers of his hand.

She moans loudly as each slap stings against her wet clitoris. Slapping her harder turning her moans into more screams of pleasure, Hector pulls his shaft out of her wet throbbing pussy and sliding it deep into her tight channel of her ass filling her tightness with his whole length.

She screams as she feels the size of his shaft opening her tight little star so wide and feeling him going so deep into her. He keeps slapping her clitoris hard as he starts to slide in and out of her ass pushing deep into her each time and lifting her up off the floor with each hard powerful thrust. She screams as his cock hits the deepest parts of her anal channel and his hard slaps land on her clit.

Not being able to control herself, her body shakes as a big orgasm flows through her body. Feeling her body shaking as her orgasm takes over her he pulls back from her channel and back into her wet pussy.

Slamming back into her wet pussy hard and fast he pulls out and back into her ass. Moving from her pussy to ass and back again over and over slamming his shaft right into her each time. Not taking any notice of her screams as he slams deep and hard into her ass and pussy in turn only interested in his own pleasure.

Feeling his body tighten and his thighs tighten as the power builds deep inside him slamming hard into her tight channel of her ass, he lets out a load growl as he explodes deep inside her channel pulling her tight against him, pushing his shaft to the hilt filling her channel with his shaft and hot seed. Falling against her back and pushing her hard against the wagon wheel as he pumps his seed deep inside her.

Pulling out of her, he steps back and looks at her body hanging on the ropes against the wagon. Pulling up his trousers and doing them back up he takes his  sword from its sheath and cuts the ropes holding her feet letting her close her legs and taking her weight.

“Now if I free your arms are you going to try to run.” He asks
“No I won’t run I belong to you for saving my life from your men, it is the barbarian way my life was in your hands and you spared me.”   She says breathing heavily.

Hearing her words he cuts the ropes from her wrists her arms fall to her sides numb from the length of time they had been held up by the ropes.
Hector turns and picks up the remains of her clothes and throws them to her.
 “you better try to make something from them before my men get back.”

She sits and leans back against the wagon wheel holding her cut top and trousers. She looks up at Captain Hector “please may I have your dagger so I can make something.”
 Taking his dagger he drops it between her legs and puts his hand on the handle of his sword “Just remember I have this” he says as he taps the handle.

She just smiles up at him and starts to work on the leather trousers cutting them into a short skirt. With just a peace of leather at the front to hide her wet pussy and a little bit bigger peace to cover her cum filled ass.
Cutting some leather into some long thin stripes she uses them to tie the waist band back around her waist. Taking the other leg of the trousers she wraps it around her body covering he breasts and letting it go up over her right shoulder fixing it all together with the lengths of leather strips.

They wait for about an hour for the scouts to return with news from where the track leads. They report that the track lead to a cave the leads back into the castle.

 “What is guarding its entrance?” Hector asks his men
 “Only a small guard at the mouth of the cave is all that we could see sir” one of his men answers.
“We must get back to The King fast and give him the news that we have found secret away into the castle”
“What about the girl sir” one of his me asks
“She comes with me” as he said this she steps out from behind the wagon dressed in her newly made dress.

All the men watch her body sway as she walks past them and stands behind her Captain.

“She better not slow us down getting back to camp captain” one of his men pipes up
 “She will keep up don’t you worry about her, she’s my problem if she starts to hold us up.” Hector looks over his shoulder at her and smiles. Turning back to his men, “ take only what you need we travel fast and light I want to be back at camp by night fall.”

His men grab their weapons and a little food to eat on the run back to the camp. Hector turns to his prisoner “Time for a run, don’t hold us up, take some food you will need it”
She takes a small back and puts it over her shoulder and puts some food in it. 
“Lest move out” Captain Hector shouts. His men turn and start to run in the direction of their camp.

Getting back to the camp Captain Hector goes straight to King Magnus’s tent with his captive behind him. “Your honour we have found a way into the castle and I have a prisoner to tell us what we need to know about the castle and troops there. “
Hector pulls her forward and tells her to answer the King’s questions.

With all the information she gave him, King Magnus makes his plans and gave the order to attack the castle tonight. His troops moved quickly and quietly through the forest to the entrance to the cave. His troops move into the cave and deep into the heart of the castle moving silently though the castle killing the guards as they made their way to the Kings quarters.

King Magnus stands at the end of the Barbarian Kings bed and taps his leg with his sword. The Barbarian king wakes with a shock and goes to grab his sword but it’s not there. He sets up to feel the point of a sword at his throat. “Your Castle has fallen to me and your life is in my hands do you surrender to me.”
“Think carefully before you answer” King Magnus adds

The barbarian king bows his head “To save the lives of my people I surrender to you and give my life to save them”

King Magnus orders the fallen king to wake his queen and to get out of bed with them both naked and at sword point Magnus makes them walk through the castle telling his troops to lay down their arms and not to fight. When they get to the front gate King Magnus orders the gates open to loud cheers from his men outside.

The siege was over. 


The End.

                                                          
The woman, wearing a heavy wool shawl, stepped out into the early grey dawn to inspect her coops and small barn for damage. It was a fierce storm the night before.
All was well and her chickens and her goats were fine. After tending to the animals, she took the path that lead to beach and the sea. The sea was grey to reflect the bleak sky but at least the worst was now over.

She approached the shore and was alarmed at all the debris strewn across the beach. She stopped and stared at the clearing fog. The waves were full of flotsam from a ship wreck!
The waters in this area were treacherous even in calm seas. But during a storm, it was almost certain death. For within the shallows, there were larger boulders just under the water’s surface.

With a little excitement, she began to search the wreckage for salvage. She might find things of worth to assist in her widowed, meagre life. She found a cask of wine and a small barrel of wheat. That would come in handy with winter approaching. She found a chest that contained tools. Her eyes widened when she inspected a fine hand axe. It was Norse. Norse were fierce raiders, Vikings from the north.
She looked up and her eyes scanned the area again, her senses on full alert now. The weak sun was rising higher and she got a better look at the shore. She walked to the next pile of wreckage and that was when she saw him!

A tall Norseman, laid on the shore. He was big with long blonde hair, dressed in warrior clothing made of leather and animal skin.
With care, she got closer and watched him for a minute. He was covered in sand and blood, his right leg bent at an unusual angle. She came closer and knelt by his side. She cautiously touched his neck, he was cold but she felt a faint pulse, the man was alive!

She looked out at the sea and said “Oh Adraste (the Goddess of Fate) what have you brought me?”

It was past midday by the time she had dragged the big man, using a fishing net she had found in her cottage. She carefully washed his limp body and dressed his wounds with poultices and bandages. She straightened his broken leg and fashioned a splint.

The woman was a healer, passed down through her family. The nearest town was a half days ride away and the villagers kept their distance and only called on her to help with a difficult birth or sick livestock. She had been married once to a fine man but the sea had taken him some years before when a storm broke out on one of his regular fishing trips. She had waited and waited for his return and her worst fears were confirmed when parts of his broken boat was washed ashore.

She preferred being alone now. She enjoyed the solitude and only ventured into town when she needed to restock her supplies. She would barter her surplus fruit, vegetables and herbal remedies in exchange for anything she needed. She also made charms to ward off bad spirits. These were always popular in the village.

They respected her, but her strange healing qualities made her an enigma, a mystery and they were uncertain of her. They needed her though, so left her in peace till a sick friend, relative or animal required her attention.
And she would always help, always followed up on her patients and they were reminded how grateful they were to have her in their midst, albeit some distance away in her lone cottage on the hill by the beach and sea.

The Norseman needed her attention now and was delirious in the days and nights to come. She fed him broth and water in his semi wake moments. She soothed and bathed his sweat soaked body and trimmed his beard and moustache and nails. She cared for him, in between doing her chores, and she settled into a new routine around him.

Aluric ran through the surf, running for his life.

White skeletons chased him and were gaining ground. The sand under his feet glowed like embers, his feet burned but he ran on. Familiar voices called his name with forlorn sorrow.

Hiding in the tall grass, out of breath he looked up. The moon was a flaming skull which bellowed his name, the sound shook the ground.

The sea vanished and Aluric was on a dark plain with a flame in the distance. He ran, images of his life flashed before him like bolts of lightning.

He found himself standing in front of Yggdrasil, the ash tree of the world. And guarding it was Nidhogg the Dragon who fed on the wicked. The dragon was of orange flames, spitting fire in the pitch black. Then he opened his right talon to reveal the shining sun, opening its left talon it revealed the stars and the moon.

“Valhalla awaits you Aluric but this is not the time” Nidhogg hissed.

The Dragon's chest swelled with a mighty breath, then exhaled, engulfing Aluric in flames and sent him back to the living.   

She awoke that dawn and checked on the Norseman. The night before he was near death. She had done all she could for him and expected the worse. Lighting a lamp, she was surprised to find him sleeping peacefully.  She touched his forehead, he was still feverish but the color in his skin was coming back. There was hope for him, he was through the worst.
She fetched a bowl of cool water and a cloth and cleaned up his face. His eyes flickered open and focused on her face and in a split second, grabbed the woman by the throat. 

The reaction startled her and she knocked the water over him. He swore in a strange language and she took advantage of this momentary diversion and tore his hand away from her.  She backed away from him and grabbed her broom, ready to strike him if he tried to attack her.

He sat up, tried to stand but the weakness of his condition made him giddy and the world tilted on its axis for a moment. He shook his head to focus on the pretty woman before him.
He spoke again, demanding where he was, who she was but her blank expression showed she did not understand his native tongue. He took in his surroundings, the simple furnishings and warm cosy fire. He saw no signs of a man here, no signs of danger and he calmed a little.

He pointed to his chest, “Aluric.”  He pointed to her and when she didn’t answer, he repeated the actions several times.  “Aluric”

She finally understood. She pointed at him “Aluric”   Then at herself, “Mabilla”

He pointed at her “Mabilla” then at himself, “Aluric.” He rolled his tongue around her name “Mabilla” and smiled. He looked at her and let his eyes roam over her full womanly figure.
“Mabilla” He patted the bed and her eyes widened in his meaning. He wanted her in bed!

She spoke strange words at him, waved her broom and stormed from the cottage, grabbing her shawl as she went. He heard the chickens greet her outside and he laughed out loud.

He may be weak at the moment but soon, he would be strong enough to thank this strange woman who had saved his life and make her scream as a woman should scream when a man shows his gratitude.

He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes.  He remembered the storm and the terror of not being able to reach another boat after theirs was pounded onto a rock.
He saw other men make it and were hauled aboard by his countrymen before he lost consciousness.

He wondered where they were now and if they would come back for him.

Aluric improved every day and was soon sitting up in bed. The mutual distrust was still evident but eased as Aluric began to understand that this woman meant him no harm and for whatever reason had chosen to save his life. And for that he was grateful. His distrust became admiration for this woman. She lived alone and was quite self-sufficient and resourceful, not a bad cook, and quite lovely. He began to look forward to the evenings when she settled in for the night and they would work on the language barrier that separated them.

He would point out an object and say the Norse word and she would repeat in English

“Eldivor”   “Firewood”
“Fiskr”       “Fish”
“Mjol”       “Flour”
“Vin”         “Wine”

This went on night after night and in no time they had a basic understanding of each other.
One evening Mabilla returned to find Aluric standing at the door way. In her absence he had fashioned a crutch out of a tree branch and had used goat skin to make a cushion. She examined his workmanship and was impressed at his wood working and sewing skills.

Aluric was smiling and motioned for her to go inside. As she went into the cabin she smelled something cooking on the fire.

Aluric was beaming with pride. In his former life he was often tasked with making supper for his fellow raiders and never had any complaints. He was eager for Mabilla to taste his fish stew. He limped over to the bed and reached for something. Turning around he handed Mabilla something wrapped in cloth.

“Gjof” (gift) he voiced, shaking the gift in a gesture for her to take it.

She unwrapped the cloth to find two wooden spoons Aluric had carved when she left him alone to tend to chores. She was touched by the gift and smiled and thought of the Norse word and replied “Bokk” then spoke again in English “Thank you”

For the first time that night they sat at the table to have supper. Aluric watched with interest as she tasted his stew with her new spoon. It was vile but she kept her opinion to herself, touched he had made the effort to cook for her. She forced a smile to thank him.  He breathed a sigh of relief. She liked his cooking too.  Luckily they had wine to hide the taste.

As they ate, they talked in their mix of Norse and English. His deep laugh was infectious and she giggled at his antics as he tried to make himself understood. Mabilla's spirit soared, it had been ages since she had had company during supper.

Mabilla was startled when Aluric reached across the table and took her hand, but she did not pull away.

Aluric spoke in English “Mabilla, Thank you for my life.”
He kissed her hand.

Blushing, she pulled her hand away and got up suddenly, grabbed her shawl and left the cabin. The icy wind hit her face as she walked to the sea.

Her head was swimming from the wine and her pent up feelings for the man in the cottage. She laughed at herself, the best midwife and fertility Wiccan in the region and here she was, acting like a shy virgin!

From a stone ledge she stared out at the sea and moon. She pondered her feelings for the big man and realised she was falling in love with him.  Would her long lost husband hold it against her in the afterlife?
Without noticing were she was standing and deep in thought, she took another step and lost her footing. Suddenly she began to slip and could not stop herself. She toppled over the edge and fell in to the deep tidal pool below!

Aluric was worried. Mabilla had been gone for a long time. Several times he went outside and called for her but his voiced was drowned out by the roaring wind. He had checked the small barn and she was not there.

He had slowly walked the perimeter of her cottage and garden several times, calling for her. Other than his views from the small farm he had no idea of the lay of the land and had no clue where she might have gone.
He braved the wind again and screamed at the top of his lungs, “MABILLA!”

He heard a faint yell or was it the wind playing tricks? He yelled out again, “MABILLA.” Then he heard a faint answering call “Aluric” He was certain of it.

He limped in the direction of the cry. His eyes adjusted to the low light and he scanned the area in search for her. His stomach was tight with worry. Then he spotted her!

Mabilla was staggering towards him and weakly fell into his arms. She was soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably.
“Mabilla, My Mabilla,” He felt she was so cold. He needed to get her inside straight away to get warm and out of those wet things.

He picked up her shivering form and his walking crutch. He tested his weak leg to see if he could bare both their weights and felt the sharp pangs of weak muscle being strained. This was the first time he had tried to walk unaided and without the comfort of his supporting crutch. He knew he had to endure it. He had to get his Mabilla inside the cottage.

He walked woodenly with her in his arms, preying to his Gods for strength against the biting, cold wind and weakened limp.  The pain was excruciating.  He endured it all for his Mabilla, breaking out into a sweat until eventually he made it to their cottage. He managed to open the door and place her on the floor, in front of the glowing fire.

He closed the door and put more logs on the fire and began to undress her, placing the wet things out to dry.  She had fainted and was too cold, way too cold. He needed to get her warm.

He took off her final garment and for the first time, saw her curvaceous womanly body. His eyes scanned over her in male interest. Her full rounded breasts, narrow waist, round, child bearing hips and her dark bushy womanhood. She was as beautiful as he had imagined.

He dried her carefully, rubbed her hair and placed her in the bed. She was so cold and he knew she needed his bodily warmth to raise her temperature. He grabbed all the blankets he could find and placed them over her, then undressed and lay beside her, holding her close.

He shut his eyes and preyed she would warm soon and he could fall asleep. He tried not to think of this lovely, naked woman in his arms but even trying as hard as he could, he already knew that it was too late. He had an enormous erection throbbing between his legs.

Eventually he felt her temperature rising and her body warming. He held her close and told her how much she meant to him in his native tongue. Her eyes fluttered open briefly and snuggled into him. Soon her breathing was even as she fell fast sleep, next to him.

Finally he was satisfied that her body temperature was as it should be. She was out of danger and he relaxed and shut his eyes, till he too drifted into contented dreams.

                                                             
                                                        
Mabilla awoke to find she was in bed with Aluric. She vaguely remembered the freezing cold water when she fell and then swimming to the side. She could remember dragging herself out and falling into the comforting warmth of Aluric. She had been so, so cold. 

She moved in the bed and quickly realised she was naked and so was he!

She turned to look at the sleeping man beside her. It had been a long time since she had slept with a man. He was lying on his stomach with an arm draped around her waist. His face was turned towards her.

He was a beautiful man and Mabilla immediately thought, “He is Adraste’s gift to me, a second chance at love.”

She tried to wriggle from underneath him but suddenly his eyes flickered open. She held her breath, uncertain what she should do.

He smiled and pulled her into him, laying his head on her naked breasts.
“Mabilla,” He murmured, thankful she was awake and back with him. He snuggled his head into her soft mammories, his hair caressed her skin and his hand stroked her waist, tummy and hip.

She was unsure what to do! Part of her wanted to run, but the woman in her wanted to stay and for this fine, handsome man to remind her again of the dizzy heights of the pleasures the body was capable of.

Aluric seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He moved his head to look at her and lowered his head so their lips met. He kissed her gently, almost asking her permission. As he felt her respond and kiss him back, he knew, he had her blessing.

He moved his hands to her breasts and began to fondle and explore them, moaning his pleasure in her hair. She writhed under him. Her body, quickly remembering the wonderful feeling of desire that had been buried for so long.

The firey need soon became apparent as it enflamed her groin and she instinctively circled her hips.

Aluric’s hand moved from her breasts and he replaced it with his lips, sucking on her nipples. His hand slowly slid down her body to her heated core.  He stroked her and delved his fingers in to her womanly crevice. He moaned in delight as he discovered she was wet and inviting. She moaned in response as his finger entered her tight body and began moving back and forth.

He had awakened her whole body as he gently explored her.

“I need you Mabilla,” He whispered, letting his erection graze her thigh as he positioned over her and eased in between her legs.

His cock brushed at her entrance and she reached down to grip him in her palm. She masturbated him gently and he shut his eyes, enjoying her first touch of him.

Then she spread her legs for him and guided him to rest at her vagina entrance in invite, her dewy lips, kissing his tip. She wanted him.

He could wait no longer and he thrust straight into her, causing her to yelp at his size. He quickly realised, she had not been with a man for a long while and felt full remorse at his rough claiming of her.
 
“I didn’t mean to hurt you Mabilla,” he regretted.

Mabilla cupped his face, “My Aluric. I need you, I want you.”

He kissed her again. Aluric did not need any further encouragement and allowed the beauty of this moment to take him. He rocked into her, gently at first to allow her body to get used to his possession. Then, when she rocked with him, his thrusts grew much stronger till desire overwhelmed them both.

As he mated her, he felt the joy and then the dull ache in his weak leg return. He moved her leg over, dropping to her side and spooning her close. He guided himself to her vaginal opening and coupled to her again.
 
She nestled into him as he held her close. He nuzzled her hair, felt her soft buttocks against him, and spoke of his unfettered need of her.  His seductive hands felt her breasts, her waist, and clitoris as he fucked this beautiful, giving woman. His woman now, his Mabilla.

They rocked together until he held her closer still and pinned her to him, growling in her ear, controlling the deep thrusts and then the faster, lustier pounds as he bought them both to the euphoria the gods had surely spared their lives for.

Mabilla took pleasure in both the tenderness and amorous desire of her Norseman, taking her, claiming her, as his woman, both enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. 

She felt his probing fingers on her sex, the wonder of him touching and circling her clitoris, the throbbing rod embedded in her again and again and again.

She screamed her pleasure as she felt the heated rush of his ejaculation fill her and the released spasms that assailed her in their mutual orgasms. 

They both held each other in the euphoric moment and then in the calming aftermath, breathing heavily.

“You are my woman now,” Aluric claimed, “And you will never again sleep alone while I am here.”

Mabilla smiled and snuggled into him, “Only if you are good,” she teased and giggled.
 
Aluric threw his head back and laughed with her, then whispered “Woman, you don’t think that thin broom will keep me at bay do you? My people are famous in these parts for conquering you native women.”

And then, as if to prove his manly strength and virility, he playfully manhandled her onto her tummy. He placed an arm under her waist, pulling her up to her knees, with her buttocks in the air and then rammed his fresh erection into her wet and ready pussy.

He knelt on his good leg and bent his weak leg so his foot was sole down on the mattress. He bunched and pulled on her long hair one handed, as though reigns on a horse, leaning to her ear and promised, “My Woman, My Mabilla, I Am Good.”

“Aluric, you savage man!” Mabilla retorted fondly, and fucked him back, just as eagerly as him, murmuring under her panting breath, “Yes. Yes. You Are Good.”


Five winters later.


Mabilla hurried and rode her saddle less horse down the road, anxious to get home. She had been gone longer then she has anticipated, but the baby had finally arrived.
The mother and new baby daughter were now resting and a grateful husband had given Mabilla her usual fee. She then used it to buy some needed provisions at the market.

It was a beautiful winter afternoon. A light steady snow fell and the flakes clung to her shawl and horse’s mane. Some, gently melted on them as the heat from their bodies emanated through to the white flakes.

The woods seemed muted and silent, save for the plodding of her horse. He softly snorted and his ears twitched forward as he recognized the way home.
The trees had begun to thin out as they approached the sea and the wind started to become more blustery. The horse picked up his head and sniffled the air. He then picked up the pace.

“Smell home, don’t you boy?” Mabilla said, patting his neck with a smile and eased up on the reigns, coaxing the horse to canter and then to run.

The horse broke into a faster gallop, motivated by Mabilla's urgings and the promise of a warm stable, water and fodder. She hung on to the reigns and as they cleared the woods, she saw her new barn and wisps of smoke from her cottage in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat. Soon she would be home again.

Mabilla slowed down the pace and rode into the farm yard. She could hear the lyrical delights of childish laughter and a deep voiced roar.  She broke into a smile when she saw her twin sons Erik and Ashton duelling with their father, Aluric. They had wooden swords and snow balls and by his playful groans her sons were winning their battle. Then she frowned as she saw her young daughter Ruth in the goat pen, trying to grab a young kid from its unamused mother.

She dismounted from her horse and announced her presence by loudly scolding her husband “Aluric! What is Ruth doing in the goat pen?” She snatched up the child into her arms.

Her sons dropped their wooden swords and ran to greet there mother. Aluric got to his feet with a big smile.

“I put Ruth in the pen because she wanders much like her mother.”  Aluric teased as he approached his wife, embracing her and kissing her soundly.

Over the years, as much as she tried, she could never stay angry with her husband for long. He had his faults and enjoyed playing childish pranks on his wife, much to their children’s delight. And he still spoke in Norse when excited or angry.

But, he was a loving father and had improved her lot in life tenfold. They now had a new, bigger barn, and an apple orchard that would soon bear fruit in another season or two.  Aluric also had plans to raise sheep when his sons were old enough to tend flock.

In her husband’s strong clutch and her children near, Mabilla sent a silent prayer of thanks to Adraste for their good fortune.

Ruth was in Mabilla’s arms hugging her mother.  Aluric knelt for both his sons to clamber onto his hips and then stood with a loud grunt.

“Mabilla these cubs are turning into bears,” Aluric groaned with exaggerated strain as they walked to the cottage. They neared the door and Aluric announced he had made supper.

Mabilla sent one more prayer before she walked inside, “Oh Adraste, please. Not his Fish Stew tonight!”


THE  END.

                                                      

The young peasant girl stretched her back and picked up the last basket of potatoes for the day. She had been working hard from when the day began breaking and the sun shone on the vast landscape to now, late afternoon.

She felt her young bones and muscles ache under the hard days labour and wearily began to haul the basket to the pile collected at the edge of the field. Other villagers assisted in lifting the potatoes onto the cart. She was glad her work was done for the day and was looking forward to bathing in her secret place at a nearby river.

She waited for her reward. Each of the peasant’s huts would be allowed twenty potatoes for themselves, the rest would be carted to the Lord of the Manor for his use and selling on the market to maintain his vast wealth.

She was, like her fellow workers, a serf, poor, and the lowest class of the feudal society of her time.  She and her parents occupied a plot of land and were required to work for the Lord of the Manor who owned that land. In return, she and her family were entitled to his protection, justice and the right to exploit certain fields within the manor to maintain their own subsistence.
Serfs were often required not only to work on the Lord's fields, but also his mines, forests and roads. The Manor formed the basis of her feudal society and the Lord of the Manor and his Serfs were bound legally, economically, and socially.

Their existence, although harsh and dependent on the kindness of their Master was not such a bad life. They had a roof over their heads, food on their table and the people who lived in the huts had formed into a somewhat extended family and her small village or settlement of fellow workers helped one another when needed.

All of them worked three days a week for the Lord as payment for rent and were also expected to pay banalities (dues) to him for use of his mill, fishing his river and hunting rabbits or other animals on his land. The free days were worked on their own plots allocated to each hut. They would give a third of the produce to their master.

Basket handed in to the Cart men, she began her walk home on the dusty farm track, with her twenty potatoes for the family. The summer breeze was pleasant on her over exerted and tired body.
Raisa, her name meant Rose, had just turned 18 and was fit as a fiddle. She had worked the fields from about the age of 5, helping her mother where possible. Her father worked the roads and mines.

She was now at an age that required her to get married. Her parents had found her a suitor, a boy who was a couple of years older than she. She had known of him from an early age and was expected to marry him when she came of age.  Luckily, they liked each other when they eventually met. They were duly betrothed. He was honest, hard-working and worked with her father.

As she walked home, she heard running feet, padding the dirt track, and her face broke in to a smile – it was her Garrick. 
 
“Raisie,” he called to her and offered her a shiny red apple, he had polished on his coarse jacket. She took the apple gratefully and bit into it. The succulent juices fired her taste buds.

“Grammarcy  (Thank you)  my love,” She thanked him.

“Our hut wilt be ready for our matrimony” He informed her proudly. (Our home will be ready in time for our wedding) 

He had been working on it none stop since she had accepted his proposal and had recently finished the outer wooden structure and padded it with wattle (woven twigs) moss, straw, mud and animal dung to insulate it from the weather.

He was an accomplished carpenter and was now making furniture. In turn she had made curtains and was knitting and making blankets for them from rabbit skins and woven wool.  It was situated not far from their parents so they could all help each other in the winter months.

Garrick picked her up and twirled her round.

She laughed out loud at his enthusiasm and scolded him affectionately. “Put me down, Garrick. Thou shalt have to be patient till our wedding night.”  (Put me down, Garrick. You will have to wait till our wedding night)

He cupped her head and looked lovingly into her eyes, “Now that is something I wilt relish. To feel thy body under mine as I deflower thy beauty and make thee into a woman. My woman.”
(Now that is something I will look forward to. To fuck my beautiful wife and make her a woman at last)

She blushed at his promising words and he laughed softly at her embarrassment. He lowered his head and kissed her gently.
“Till Saturday” He promised, the day set for their wedding ceremony.  “Methinks I need to finish our matrimonial bed.”
(Till Saturday, I need to finish building our bed).
He stroked her face and bid her farewell. Then turned to take a different track to collect more wood for his venture.

She watched him walk away and felt the familiar surge of attraction. He had a fine fit body and his sense of humour and good nature was infectious. She loved him and was looking forward to their life together.
She arrived home and gave her mother the potatoes. Her mother was preparing the evening meal, stoking the fire underneath a pot of water. Her father hadn’t arrived home yet.

“I shalt go thither to cleanse at the river,”   (I’m going to the river to wash)   Raisa told her and picked up an old hessian sack to use as a towel, a homemade soap ball made from a mixture of olive oil, lavender buds and rose petals,  and a clean cotton dress.

Her mother nodded and told her the food would be ready in about an hour.

Raisa walked to her secret place by the river.  It was a little section of the river that was naturally secluded by the location of the trees and shrubs.  She had cleared a little area and planted roses, daffodils and assorted plants and flowers.

Her favourite, however, was the two toned pink and white petalled lotus flowers with a yellow centre surrounded by green leaves and shrubbery. They were very pretty growing in the shallows of a river’s inlet, almost in their own pond, where the water hardly flowed. They provided a natural fence to the murkier river water and separated her cleaner bathing area.

It was her little garden and piece of heaven. The area was big enough for her to bathe and sit to enjoy the summer weather when work and chores permitted.  Her mother had always taught her how important personal hygiene was to keep healthy and prevent disease.

The water, although cold was waist deep and over time, she had moved the rocks and made an area perfect for bathing and there were even boulders ideal for sitting in and out of the water.

She removed her cheap working dress and completely naked stepped into the gently flowing water. 

The water was cold. Her nipples immediately puckered and became pointed and her breath caught as she adjusted to the sudden change in temperature. Then she slowly lowered her womanly figure into the water until she was covered up to her neck.

The feeling was bliss on her aching body and she shut her eyes as the water encircled her and caressed her skin.  After a few moments she began her cleaning regime. She lowered her head backwards, soaking her long red hair in the water. She felt the running water take her hair in the flow of the river and tease the day’s dust out of the strands.

The arched movement of her back, thrust her chest to break the water’s surface and it swirled pleasantly around her nipples and ample mounds. Underneath the surface, her hips thrust forward and the water ruffled her pubic hair.

Her pale, freckled skin contrasted with the rich dark blue of the river and the orange hue and reflections of the sun.  The rays of the sun shone down on her nude female body, reflecting and shadowing her curves in breath taking natural beauty.

The image of the naked woman enjoying the river and solitude was one he could not take his eyes from. He watched from his horse in silence, enjoying her.  No red blooded man would ride on from such a beautiful vision. So he sat and watched unashamed, taking in the beauty of her nudity, her full rounded breasts and erect nipples. They stretched and swayed in her actions of washing her glorious red straight hair. Her body was framed in the glow of the slow sinking sun. She was stunning.

He watched the water caress her torso, the wet glistens on her skin and the foamy suds travelling down her figure as she worked the soap to foam her hair and body. She was very beautiful and he wondered who she was.

He dismounted and walked to her clothes, gathering them up and sat on a boulder further back from the river’s edge. She would have to walk to him to retrieve them. He sat patiently, feeling his loins stir at the thought of seeing her rise naked from the water and seeing her breasts and quim in all her glory, walking to him.

In the meantime, he would enjoy watching her in the water, oblivious to his watchful interested eye.

Raisa finished washing and allowed the water to rinse her hair and body until it was sud free and clean and enjoyed a few moments of soaking.

As her eyes were shut in this quiet moment, she suddenly sensed that something or someone was watching her and turned towards the shore line. She opened her eyes wide and saw first, the big black horse grazing the succulent grass, and then, the Lord of the Manor sitting on a boulder watching her.

She recognised him immediately in his dark brown riding breeches, black polished boots and white shirt. He had raven dark hair.
Her heart and tummy thudded and flipped. She was not alone! And he had moved her clothes further away, up the shore by him!  She felt very vulnerable and naked under the water!

Her mind raced. “How long had he been there? What had he seen?” She hid her body under the surface in an automated reaction.

He watched her embarrassment, amused, as she realised his presence.

“What be thy name?” He asked.  (What's your name?)

She reddened and told him “Raisa.  May I have my clothes My Lord?”

He realised, from her words then, she was a peasant who worked his land and not a trespasser.
“Thou canst gather them any time ye wish.”   (You can fetch them anytime you want)   He held out her hessian towel and raised his eyebrows with an amused half smile.

“My lord, I am naked and getting wed on Saturday.  I beseech thee, turn thy back and allow me to keep my dignity while I dress,”   (I am naked, Please turn round and be a gentleman).
She hoped he would show pity of her predicament.

“Dost ye know who I am?”  (Do you know who I am?)   He asked and continued when she nodded.
“Then thou dost knowest, I am a fair man but I ne’er said I was a gentleman. I have naught pressing to take my time right now. I can tarry hither as long as it takes for thee to comest out of that cold water”
(Then you should know, I never said I was a Gentleman, I have nothing better to do at the moment except see you nude)

She blushed and knew to stay any longer in the cold water would threaten her health with the sun going down.  He would be the first man to see her naked too. She trembled at the thought and blushed.

She saw the pragmatic look in his face and manner as he settled back. He would not spare her blushes and she refused to beg. She had her womanly pride too.

She rose and stood in the waist deep water, tilting her chin a little in defiance and felt his eyes watch her and linger on her full pointed breasts and slender waist.  She fought against hiding them, determined not to show him any sign of weakness.

Proudly, she began to walk from the shore. She felt the water lower as she took each step into the shallower water.  She looked at his face as she walked not even faltering as she felt the water reveal her curvy hips and then her curly triangle, showing him all her secrets.

She stood, nude, before him and held her hand out for the hessian towel.

He held it just out of reach, letting his eyes roam over her naked, wet figure.  He stared at her and purposely lowered his eyes so she could see him take in her breasts and hairy muff.

She blushed and reached forward to take the towel but he moved it again just out of reach and she had to lean over him to quickly snatch it and cover herself.

He laughed softly. “Thou art truly beautious and I wilt remember this day for eternity.” He paused and thought for a moment, “Thy blushes foretell, thou art not used to a man looking at thy body. Art thou a virgin?”
(You are indeed a beautiful woman and I will remember this vision forever.  You blush like a woman of virtue. Are you a virgin?)

She blushed even more, not sure what to say and slipped her clean dress over her head.

She ran then. Ran as fast as she could away from him, scared at any minute, she would hear the galloping hooves of his horse and he would plague her more and prevent her getting safely home.

Lord Jarin of Berry Manor rode into his court yard. The horse’s hooves clattered on the cobbled stone floor. Servants were alerted of his arrival and rushed to tend to his horse.

“Search out the Reeve, I wish to speaketh with him”   (I want to speak to the Reeve)   Lord Jarin demanded. He dismounted and proceeded to stride to the dining room to eat.

A short time later, the Reeve arrived. A man appointed by him and elected by the peasants to communicate any problems or wishes that needed to be bought to attention.

“What dost thee knowest of the girl – Raisa?” He asked.  (What do you know of the girl – Raisa?)

The Reeve confirmed that she was a Serf.  Raisa and Garrick were to be married this Saturday and that his Lordship had granted such permission last month in one of their weekly meetings. The marriage ceremony was to take place at the settlement at the start of None.

None, a medieval time, would begin at mid-afternoon and extend to sunset, the time was at around 3pm, modern time, for the wedding.

Lord Jarin dismissed him and his food was bought through by his servants. He ate as he contemplated a suitable wedding gift for the couple.

The Village Priest had sanctioned this marriage, had even suggested it to Raisa’s and Garrick’s parents, many years before, and now they were all here in the settlement village to hear their vows exchanged as was their custom.

As the sundial in the settlement, shadowed the equivalent of 3pm on Saturday, the ceremony commenced.
 
Raisa was dressed in a simple white gown, down to her ankles with a green ring of white flowers placed around her head. Her dress was mainly plain with lace stitched on top of the material at the front of the square neck and long sleeves. She looked beautiful.
 
Garrick wore his Sunday best clothes and looked very handsome, black trousers, white shirt with a brown leather waist coat.

They spoke of their love and commitment to each other and just as they were pronounced Man and wife, the ceremony was interrupted by Lord Jarin on his black horse and his soldiers armed with swords and draped in ornamental comparisons  (Tabards)  showing his crest and colours.

Lord Jarin’s heraldry colours were a vert  (green)  gryphon with a background of purpure  (purple)  and sable  (black)  checks.

The priest held up his hand and looked enquiringly at Lord Jarin.

“I come hither to claim Prima Nocta” He announced to the small gathering. Raisa and Garrick were puzzled but the people and priest knew immediately what he was demanding.

The priest explained to them, “Tis a legal right that alloweth Lord Jarin to take the virginity of maiden daughters and brides on his land.”

A silence befell the small wedding group and the soldiers gathered round to quell any objections.

Garrick realised his right as a husband was going to be taken away from him and he flew at Lord Jarin attempting to pull him from his horse. 
A soldier immediately intervened to protect the Lord, knocking Garrick to the ground and held a sword at his throat.

“Nay!” (No)  Raisa shouted and immediately held the blade with her bare hand. Blood oozed from a small cut on her hand where the sharp blade had sliced her skin and she pleaded with the Lord.

“He doth not mean it! He was protecting me! Spare his life and I wilt go forth with thee willingly”
(He doesn’t mean it. He was protecting his bride. Spare his life and I will go with you willingly)

Lord Jarin nodded and the soldier allowed Garrick to get to his feet but still kept the sword raised in his direction. 

Raisa defiantly ignored the soldier and went to Garrick and kissed him and whispered in his ear,
“It’s nought but my body, he dost not have my mind nor my love. Tis ye I wilt think of this night and on the morrow, the morrow’s night wilt be ours.”
(The night with him means nothing. It is you I love. Tomorrow might will be our wedding night)

She kissed his lips again and then allowed Lord Jarin to pull her up to sit in front of him on his horse.

She looked back at Garrick and mouthed, “I love thee”  (I Love You)  as they rode away to his manor. The soldiers withdrew and followed their master, leaving the wedding party and groom behind.

The settlers rallied round Garrick to offer words of comfort, advice and support and watched the bride being carried off by Lord Jarin, followed by his soldiers.

Lord Jarin liked this young body pressed against his chest and he could smell roses on her from her home made perfume. It pleased him, she had obviously bathed and prepared her body for her wedding night, a wedding night he was going to enjoy instead of her husband.

He had every intention of enjoying her delights since he had watched her naked in the river.  He was unable to get that image from his thoughts. She had bewitched him from that moment on and he knew then, he would take her.

He pulled her in closer to him and nuzzled her hair. He felt her sharp intake of breath which she held for a minute or two, too nervous to move. He liked this power over her and the nervous tension he caused her. 
He saw the blood on her hand and gave her a cloth to bind the small cut. 

“Grammarcy,”  (Thank you)  she murmured as she wrapped it around the small wound.

“Wench, thy breath will be taken this night, when I make thee beg for my coveting,”
(I will sex you up, make you want me)   Lord Jarin said softly as he nibbled her ear.

She tried to move her head away but he spoke again, squeezing his arm around her thin waist.

“Remember thy vow to obey my will if I spared the life of thy swain – Garrick.”
(Remember your promise to willingly be mine if I spared your peasant husband)

She stilled at that and allowed him to nibble her ear again as they rode.

Raisa’s dress had ridden up when he pulled her to sit side ways in front of him. She felt his hand gather her bridal dress at the waist, inching it up further showing her long lithe legs.

His one hand held the reins of the horse and the same arm held her waist. His other was free to stroke her knees and inner thighs at will.

                                            

He caressed her softly and whispered, “I wilt make thee a wanton puttock. Me thinks the scut betwixt your legs is wet already. Soon ye will beseech my tongue and hardened pole”
(I will make you a greedy slut. I know your pussy is wet for me and soon you will beg me to lick your pussy and fuck you)

“Ne’er my lord, ye bid too much!”   (Never, you ask too much)   Raisa tried to rebuke his advances but her shallow quickened breath gave her away.

“We shalt see, Wench. But I feel the heat of the fire within you hath arrived already!”
(Girl, you are turned on already)

She was nude underneath her gown. His fingers found her greased, narrow furrow as they rode. She squeezed her legs shut in a futile effort to stop those probing and stroking fingers. Never had she been touched so and she felt the first soft throbs of wet desire.

The Lord’s faithful soldiers followed discreetly behind him as he stoked her embers, teasing her untrained body towards womanhood.

They arrived at Berry Manor and servants assisted her from Lord Jarin’s horse. He dismounted and then scooped her up in both arms and carried her into the hall, up his staircase and straight into his master bedroom.

He placed her on her feet against one of the wooden poles of the four poster bed. He leaned against her so she was pinned between him and the pole, pressing it into her back. He kissed her neck and hair. Then his one hand bunched her gown up and inched it up her legs, till it was at her waist.
 
“Hold thy gown up,”  (Lift up your dress ) he commanded. She held her gown at the waist, one hand each side. He kissed her neck and moved one hand to cup her exposed womanhood. He ground gently, the heel of his hand pressing against her clitoris.

“Hath any man touched ye before me?”  (Has a man touched you like this before?) He asked, continuing to tongue her neck and nuzzle her ear.

Raisa was panting now, chiding herself for feelings she should only have with her husband.

Her body was aching with unfamiliar feelings, yet instinctively, she knew he was preparing her for fornication.
She couldn’t help herself. She found her body responding and was pressing against the wicked hand in between her legs.

“Nay” (No) She whispered. “I kept myself pure for my wedding night”  (I was waiting for my wedding night)

Lord Jarin groaned his pleasure into her hair.  He stepped back from her and took in her semi-nude state.

She stood against the post, breathing heavily. Her breasts moving up and down in her sexed state with her nipples poking at her wedding gown. He beautiful red hair fell around her shoulders, accentuated by her crown of white flowers.

Her fists were bunched holding up her gown to show him her flared hips and red pubic curls. Her labia was swollen and wet, the moistness spread by his own hand on her curls and inner thighs. Her beautiful legs were long enough to wrap around his waist and shoulders.

“Thou art very pretty Wench, I admire thee,” he murmured, then ordered, “Remove thy gown.”  (You are beautiful, Undress yourself)

Raisa bought the dress up over her head and held it in one hand, now completely naked before her Lord.

He moved forward and took the gown from her, and placed it on a wooden stool.

He admired her nude figure again. After a minute or so, he growled, “Wench, Undress me,”   (Girl, Undress me )

Raisa stood in front of him and began to unbutton his shirt.

He immediately palmed both breasts and felt her up. Raisa was startled for a minute but continued with unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt.
He squeezed and bunched her tits and thumbed her hard nipples.  She pushed his shirt off his shoulders revealing his hard taut chest. He took his arms out and tossed the garment in the corner of the room.

He sat down to help her remove his boots and then stood so she could remove his breeches. 

She stood and stared at him in wonder. It was the first time, she had seen a man totally naked and the erect rod in between his legs looked huge to her.

“Touchest me,”  (Touch my cock) he commanded and she tentatively held his cock. He knew she would know little about sex and, as she was not a gentile lady, he could use her like a common whore, enjoying pleasures he could not with a woman of his own station.

He guided her hands to show her how to masturbate him. She was a quick learner and soon he found himself fucking her work roughened hand.

He instructed her again, “Kneel ye before me. Put thy hands behind thy back. Keep thy hands thither” (Kneel in front of me and keep your hands behind your back)

He stood up and her face was level with his hard cock. He held his rod and rubbed the tip on her cheeks. He had little dribbles of pre-cum which he smeared on her face leaving little greasy trails. This was one of the things, he dared not try with ladies of his society. He would be ostracised for deviant sexual behaviour.
 
He eased his cock between her lips. She was unsure what do to and wasn’t sure if she liked having a member in her mouth. He guided her how to lick and suck and nuzzle. She listened and learned and realised she was naturally quite good at it and was soon confident enough to experiment herself. She licked and suckled him, much to his delight.

Emotionally though, she was pulled back every now and then with pangs of guilt and tried to think it was Garrick’s cock she was sucking on.
 
Suddenly, it seemed her training was over. Lord Jarin’s patience was at an end. He bunched her hair and controlled her head. He pushed his cock in and out of her head, each time, a little deeper until he brushed the back of her throat.
He ensured she was used to the motion and then he thrust deep into her throat.
She gagged and over salivated. Her eyes watered and she couldn’t breathe.
He left it for a few moments before pulling out.
She gasped for breath around his cock still filling her mouth and in reaction moved her hands to push him away.

“Nay, Hands behind thy back,” he reminded her sternly and she obeyed him.  (No, Hands behind your back)

He wickedly, coaxed her to relax her throat and trust him.  She gagged again and fought for breath, drooling over his cock and her chin. Her eyes bulging with reactive tears.

Lord Jarin ignored her discomfort, knowing she would soon learn to endure it, even enjoy the pleasure her desirable mouth could give a man.  He thrust in and out, pushing in so his balls smacked on her chin and her nose squashed into his wiry pubic hair. 

He could feel the tip of his cock against the soft warm wall of her throat and then the pressure on it as it bent down into her throat, tightly encasing him. Her reflux action caused her to heave. The tight feel on his cock was wickedly delightful and very pleasurable.

He looked down at his fingers entwined in her amber hair. Her luscious lips around his hard member was beautiful. He liked the naughty thrill, the power and control of fucking her head. He liked to see his length disappear into that delicious mouth and then withdrawing for her to breathe again.

She was learning to time her breaths through her nose as he withdrew and then, hold her breath again as he pushed in, to deep throat her.  He was pleased with her progress and he began fucking her head with a vengeance.   

He liked the wet heat of her soft virgin mouth around his lusty cock. He pushed in and out, rocking her body in his vigorous motion. He saw her tits swaying, causing his desires to spiral upwards.

Raisa wasn’t sure of the cock in her mouth for it tasted strange initially but then she began to like it and the feeling it gave her of being desired. She sucked on his cock, tentatively at first. Then she saw the pleasure it gave her Lord and it fired her want to please him and ultimately her husband when the time came. She gagged and drooled which seemed to fire the lusty Lord even more.

He began pounding her mouth and she knew her jaw would ache and her lips and throat would be bruised from his administrations but she sucked harder and caved in her cheeks to increase the pressure on his shaft. She heard him groan in pleasure and then he stiffened and threw his head back.

Suddenly she felt something spurting in her throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It tasted salty and globby and her Lord growled in his rapturous gratification.

He stilled and began a slow head fuck as he shuddered and withdrew. She continued to softly suckle and taste him.  He seemed sensitive and his hard cock began to soften a little.

Then he pulled from her and without a word, he stood her up and to her shame and embarrassment, he pushed her backwards on the bed so she was face up. He bent her knees pushing her ankles to her buttocks and spread her legs. He looked at her intimate centre and she blushed.

No man had ever been that close to her before. He wickedly parted her lips and lowered his head. Another forbidden fruit of her time. He began kissing and licking her between the legs. She was horrified and excited at the same time, yet soon she was swimming in a sea of desire. His knowledgeable, deviant tongue explored her folds, licked at her entrances and sucked on her lips.

It was too much. She thrust her pelvis in his face, moaning like a common whore on the bed and bunched her fists in the sheets.

He dipped his fingers in her a little, lubricated them and then did another wicked thing. He pushed his finger in her anus, right up to his knuckle. His tongue circled on her clitoris and inserted another finger in her pussy.

The pleasure she felt blew her mind and she catapulted into a strange new world of satisfaction. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her. Her pussy fluttered over and over on his tongue and inserted fingers. She gasped and moaned as her body enjoyed the blissful joy of oral sex, a practice thought sinful and deviant in her strict medieval era.

Lord Jarin tasted her delight and then suckled her breasts gently as she rode her orgasm on his fingers and thumbed her clitoris. He always felt thrilled and turned on by his aberrant sexual behaviour, doing things frowned on by the norm in his strict social circles. He liked that he could practice these whims on his pretty peasant girls without consequence.

She eventually began to calm and felt exhausted but it seemed her Lord was fired up again. She felt him spread her legs and tease her entrance with his engorged cock. He wiped his crown up and down her creamy folds and then pushed in to her. Her body was still relaxed from the orgasm he had given her but his size still caught her breath. She moaned as he stretched her and then gasped in pain as he felt and broke her natural resistance.

“Nay, too big” She gasped as she felt her hymen break forever.

“Shushshsh,” Lord Jarin, comforted her insincerely, and pushed in further to the hilt.  Her tight pussy encased his rigid member. He waited as her body grew accustomed to the strange new world of sex. He felt and rejoiced in her tightness, in the joyous feeling of deflowering Raisa and being the first man to impale her.

Then he started to move, slow at first, out and then in, out and in.

Raisa whimpered under him, reluctant to let him move inside. She was scared the pain wouldn’t go away but as he moved and suckled her breasts, that familiar feeling of desire began to build again. He started to thrust harder in her oily centre, building up speed for both of their pleasures.

She felt him prodding against her cervix and started to moan again. He moved her hand to rub her own clitoris and continued to fuck her hard and fast.

Soon, they were sheened in sweat and mating in an animalistic lust. She was lifting her body to meet his thrusts and gripped his shoulders as they gazed into each other’s hungry eyes.
They pounded and moaned and groaned their need and pleasure until both reached that amazing peak, crashing headlong into the electric and crackling delight of orgasms.

Lord Jarin erupted his seed into the depths of her juicy pussy and Raisa exploded into spasms and tight repeated ripples to milk and suck his seed into her wanton body. He mashed his cock into her depths as far as he could possibly go.  Then as they steadied and calmed he held her tight, both breathing heavy in their hard coupling.

Raisa felt a wonder and calmness that hummed throughout her body and soon drifted into an exhausted sleep. Her lips were upturned for her last thought was, she would have to go through it all again tomorrow with her new husband, Garrick. 

Lord Jarin also glowed in sexual satisfaction and as he pulled the sheet up to cover them, he saw the slightly bloodied sheet, from the sleeping ex-virgin he had just deflowered.

He smiled to himself and felt that familiar male pride of introducing another woman to the wonderful art of sex and the naughty and deviant oral pleasures of their time.

Later, and also on the morrow, he would indeed play with her again, wickedly taste her again and take her again and again in mouth and quim.

Then, having taken his fill of her and having pumped her full of his dripping semen, he would return Raisa to her husband, together with a woven, willow basket of superb manor food and a small barrel of fine manor wine. 

The Lord of the manor’s wedding gift to both of them.


THE END.

                                                         
It was once up on a time in the land of AChat  where all kinds of sexy people live and enjoy themselves  the beautiful and gorgeous princess Jessy lived in her castle with her daddy the King George. She had a wonderful life having sex from the age of 18 and with her busty body, nice hips and beautiful round titties she was irresistible and everybody wanted her.

With her hotness and promiscuous, flirty attitude  and experience in all kinds of sexy sexual positions including the glory hole position she particularly enjoyed, tasting all those wonderful cocks. She had caught the eye of the old evil wizard Zorg while she was flirting with everybody except him in the local AChat meeting room ( called the Tavern back then). When he approached her and grabbed her sexy ass, she slapped him and hit him in the balls... everybody laughed and he ran out swearing he will take revenge and get her in his bed and fuck her brains out.

Well one day when Jessy was sleeping in her comfy bed in the castle the evil wizard had climbed in through the window. He hovered over her and then grabbed her mouth and cast a spell to make her limp and sleepy and she couldn't do a thing!
Of course he then tore off her spider lingerie (the only type of exclusive lingerie in all of Achat and fucked her in the pussy and in the ass and then came all over her face. But he wasn't done there, he took her over his shoulder and snuck out of the castle and took her to his evil stronghold and locked her up just to be his fuck buddy any time he wanted!

When the King found out his lovely daughter Jessy went missing he immediately issued a notice to reward the princess’s hand in marriage or just her ass to please the rescuer, if he brought her back.

When the Knight John found out he immediately knew where the old wizard took her. He rushed to his evil castle and of course there was Jessy locked up in the highest room of the stronghold! He approached the stronghold and confronted the evil wizard. It was an epic battle with clashing swords & staffs and magical lightening strikes on shields. However the knight finally managed to beat the wizard by breaking his prized staff and therefore rendering him useless.

He then ran up to the princess and brought her home to the King. The King then asked him what did he choose her hand to marriage or her ass to please him as he promised.
After thinking for a while the knight John said "I would like her ass because as a knight I could fuck any babe I want in the Kingdom why should I  get tied down to one  "
So unwillingly the King allowed it and the knight got to fuck the busty princess Jessy any way he wanted and whenever he wanted. Luckily Jessy didn't mind one bit because she loved his hard dick in her pussy, in her mouth and in her ass. 

So they both lived happily ever after as the Medieval AChat fuck buddies! 


The End.

                                                           
John can’t believe what he’s just seen! His mind is racing at a million miles per hour trying to piece together what’s before him. She can’t…No, it’s impossible! He’s just had too much to drink, this is all a weird alcohol and fetish-induced dream he keeps telling himself. By this point Bria is on the verge of tears, both from fear of what he may do to her, and heartbreak. John stands up and approaches her, recalling how he got to this point…

It’s towards the end of the year 1485, Henry Tudor has just conquered King Richard III and married Edward IV’s daughter to end The War of the Roses.

In a small town, a Lancaster soldier spills into a tavern and takes a seat at a table in the corner of the room. He had a gloomy look on his face, convinced his life is a total mess and that he is hopeless.

Appearance-wise, he wasn’t a model but he wasn’t ugly either. He was about 6”1 with short brown hair, blue eyes, and muscles enormous enough to intimidate any man and woo any woman. He considered himself as good-looking as any other guy, just average. He was dressed plainly, wearing a white tank top and blue breeches. A wench approaches him.

“I don’t care what it is, just give me a drink.” The soldier utters, half angry, half sorrowful, without even looking the girl in the eye. The soldier mulls over his life recently, all the choices he had made, and how things could’ve been different. Perhaps if he ha-

“Here you go!” the waitress interrupts his thoughts, cheerfully as she reaches across the table, placing a tankard before him. Her firm, supple breasts glaring right in front of the soldier.

Shocked and embarrassed, he darts his eyes up and down the tavern wench trying not to seem perverted. She was gorgeous, with long, flowing blonde hair, shining blue eyes, soft, tan skin, sexy legs that looked like they could go on forever; and of course, her divine breasts.

The wench was wearing a black and red corset with a matching miniskirt, covering as little as possible. It pushed up her ample bosom drawing his eyes to her generous cleavage and the little black bow sitting deliciously in the centre. He wondered if it was from foreign lands. The design and material appeared to be of fine quality and the fringed trim of the skirt was enticing and of a shortened length not often seen in these parts.  He liked what he saw.

"Maybe a gift from an admirer," he pondered silently.  He admired her as she leant over to him.

She had an air about her that suggested she may even own the establishment.
The Knight’s heart began to race, more than in battle even,  as he secretly appraised her.

“Our Home brewed ale.  I hope you like it! Let me know if you need anything else.” The waitress spoke, breaking into his thoughts. She scurries off to serve others with more jugs  and tankards.
His eyes followed her. She had on black heels that clicked on the floor as she walked away, drawing attention to her long shapely leg.

The soldier can’t help but glance, no, stare at her retreating ass. What an ass! Firm, shapely; simply irresistible.

He downs his tankard of ale, as fast as possible to get her to come back.

“Finished already? Jeez, you must’ve really liked it! Want another?” Caught up with admiring the wench’s beauty, the man simply nods his head like a shy kid, at the her query.

When she returns with his fresh tankard of ale, he blatantly blurts out, in a less-than seductive manner, “What’s your name, beautiful!?!” The waitress giggles at him.
‘Damn, she’s cute when she laughs,’ he thinks to himself, as his face turns bright red.

“Don’t worry, it’s not you.” The waitress says between giggles, “most guys just seem too panicky to even talk to me. It’s been awhile.” She calms down and sits beside him. A few of the other men in the tavern glare over at the soldier, as if there’s something he’s doing wrong. He dismisses it as jealousy.

“I’m Bria Light, and I own this tavern ever since my dad passed. Nice to meet you” says the waitress.

“I’m Sir John Claeys. I’m sure the pleasure’s all mine.” The Knight had since calmed down slightly, but was still visibly nervous.

“You’re a knight!?! I’ve always wanted to meet one! What’s a fancy man like you doing in a run-down tavern like mine?”

“Well firstly, I’d call it homely, not run down. I feel very welcome here, mostly due to a very adorable and pleasant owner.” Says John. Bria giggles at him. “I’ve just returned from the war. Surely you’ve heard the House of Tudor has brought peace between the Yorks and Lancasters?”

“Oh I don’t care much about that stuff. Politics aren’t my passion. However, I’ve just always found Knights like you interesting…and ferociously attractive…” Bria confesses.

After a few hours of drinks, chatter and flirting, Bria begins to close up the tavern. “You’re welcome to stay late if you want” she tells John. “I just need to tidy up and take stock.”

The Tavern is empty except for John, who is at the bar now.  ‘God damn, my first night home and I’ve spent it with a beauty like her. She’s smart, gorgeous, and fun to be around.’ John thinks. ‘Maybe things aren’t so bad after all.’ Suddenly, John gets the feeling he’s forgetting something.

“Damn it! I spent all night here! All the Inns will be closed by now!” He speaks his thoughts allowed.

“You know, I have a spare cot at my place.” John looks over to see Bria speaking to him on the other end of the bar. “You really shouldn’t think out loud, people might begin to think you’re crazy!” Bria says.

“I-I- I’m not-“ he starts and Bria begins giggling again. “I swear I’m not! I’m just a little…the alcohol!” stutters John.

“It’s fine, silly boy. There have been some break-ins lately anyways. Some thief looting people’s homes all over town. He’s your problem if he shows up tonight. Deal?” Bria winks at John.

“Sounds like I’m your attack dog…but fair enough” Sir John agrees.

Before he even realizes it, John is settled at Bria’s dinner table in the basement of her cosy log cabin, sharing a meal with her. After they’re finished eating, John is eager to go to bed.

“So where’s this cot of yours? I’m drained,” asks Sir John.

“Ummm, funny thing... I lied.” Says Bria, as she slips her hand up John’s leg, slowly caressing his growing member through his breeches, she begins to gasp from her excitement. “Looks like you’ll have to share with me!” Says Bria as she leans in for a kiss.

“I-“ Before John has time to object, Bria already has her lips locked tight with his, their tongues dancing with one another. In the heat of their kiss, Bria slips into John’s lap and begins grinding his rock-hard member with her sensual ass. She pulls out his huge, 10” cock, in awe at its size, and starts jerking him feverously, planning all the naughty things she’s going to do to it, as they kiss.
 
But something feels off to John…there’s something nudging against his crotch…he assumes it’s something in his pocket, but just as he snatches hold of it, Bria leaps off of him like he’s got the plague.

“Oh damn it…I didn’t tell you did I?” Says Bria. She stands with her back to him. “I know you’re going to probably want to kill me for this, and I understand.” Bria turns around and faces John.

She looks perfectly normal to him. Her gorgeous face, magnificent eyes and long, elegant hair…her flawless tits…
Then he sees it. Nudging out from beneath Bria’s skirt… is a cock!
‘She’s a guy!’ Thinks John. ‘Wait, that doesn’t make sense…she can’t be a…She’s got…with…’ John’s mind races at a million miles per hour trying to contemplate how such a gorgeous girl could be…not a girl.
He gazes up at Bria and sees she’s holding back tears. He sits there and merely stares at her.

After a minute of gazing with a horrified look on his face, John stands up and wipes the look off his face.
He approaches Bria, and she stutters and almost falls out of fear.

But to her surprise, John wraps his hands around her hips, and drags her in to carry on their kiss!
Their tongues rave and their lips caress one another. Out of nowhere, Bria breaks away and asks, “Are you sure?”

John simply nods and brushes back her hair and runs his hand down her back, stopping to give her still-marvelous ass a firm squeeze.
Both of their hearts are racing as she takes his hand and leads him upstairs to her bedroom, her hips swaying back and forth taunting John.

It was a cozy room, with a few windows, a hearth, and a tacky candelabra. She kneels down before him and drops his pants, then glares at his enormous member for a moment, unsure of what she wants to do to thrill him first, then looks up at John.

“This is my first time, you know…I don’t think I’ll be very good”  Bria stated.There’s silence for a moment...

“Mine too. So it isn’t like I would know”  Sir John smiled.

That was all the inspiration Bria needed as she takes his more than excited member into her mouth, sucking and lapping energetically and rapidly jerking what length she can’t swallow.
 
John leans back and moans in pleasure, as Bria bobs up and down on his stiff cock.
She whirls her tongue around his head as she sucks him, and works her way deeper every time until she swallows his cock whole. She glues her head to the base of his cock and slips her tongue out, licking the base of his shaft and his balls.

The cock in her mouth begins to pulse, and Bria eagerly awaits her delicious reward.  Insatiably aroused, Bria starts to fondle her own tits as John fires stream after stream of hot cum into her mouth. She savors every drop of her prize, and swallows it all.
Overcome by the excitement, John collapses onto the bed.

“That was the greatest sensation of my entire life. I suppose I owe you something in return?” says John, as he pulls Bria to his side.

Shocked, Bria’s face turns red and she begins stammering “A-are-are you s-sure? It doesn’t bother you? You really don’t have to! I’m satisfied knowing that I-“

John locks lips with Bria, and whispers to her “You’re perfect in every way. I’d be heartbroken if you said no.”

With that, Bria nods and drops her skirt, allowing John total access to her thick, plump, throbbing cock. And damn was she enormous! John estimated about 9 inches, and he loved every inch of it. He begins to stroke her cock, and Bria leans back and moans from the sensation.

She begins to buck her hips and thrust back, fucking John’s hand. He leans in and yanks down her corset, and starts to work Bria’s nipple with his tongue as best he can imagine.
As incredible as she feels now, Bria wants more.
 
“M-my ass…” She mutters between pants and moans. “Please…”

John grins, and rolls Bria onto her side. He licks his fingers and begins to rub around her asshole, fondling and stroking her snug crease.
Bria moans in ecstasy.  Without warning, John slides a finger in…then two, and three.

“Ahh!” Bria yelps out in discomfort. John begins to pull his fingers out of her virgin-tight ass when Bria murmurs “Don’t stop…”

John obliges and Bria’s grunts of pain soon turn to pleasure as her ass relaxes slightly for John as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper into her, exploring where no man has gone before.

“I… want you…in me!” Bria pants. “I want to ride your cock and make you fill me up with your cum! Please!”

John leans forward, and kisses Bria on the lips. He shifts from behind her to stand above her, missionary style, then softly and affectionately raises Bria’s delightful butt to his lips, and begins to lick her ass, preparing her for the fucking to come.

“Mmmmmh…” Moans Bria, as she shakes her ass in John’s face. He laps his tongue up and down, side to side, massaging her delectable ass. He slithers his tongue into her, making her peep in joy.

He laps and tickles Bria’s sensitive hole, pushing her into pure ecstasy. John lowers Bria back down gently, and softly rubs his cockhead against her tight pucker, mixing his warm, sticky precum with his saliva all over Bria’s asshole. He kisses her on the lips.

“Are you ready?” he whispers in her ear.

Bria smiles and nods.  John spreads her legs, and slowly slides in to her wet, warm virgin ass, and Bria moans, half in pain and half in pleasure.

He gradually works his way in and out, bit by bit, deeper each thrust. Her ass fits over his cock like a glove, snuggly massaging it. He caresses her sides, and kisses her all over as he slips in and out of her, increasing speed each thrust. John pulls Bria close, feeling her warmth and her heart race against his own, and lifts her up and pins her to the wall.
 
Holding Bria up with one hand, and massaging her cock with the other, John fucks away at Bria. She rubs her tits and leans in to kiss John, and wraps her arms around him. Unable to contain herself any longer, Bria claws at Johns back as her moans turn to screams of pleasure, her ass tightens around his cock even more as she spouts cum all over herself and John.

The vision of her erupting all over herself pushes John to climax, and he bombards, burst after burst of hot cum deep into Bria.
 
Exhausted, Bria collapses in John’s arms and he flops onto the bed with her in his arms.

Bria passes out, with a cute, satisfied look on her face as she nudges closer up against John.

He pulls them both under the covers and says to himself, “I guess things aren’t so bad after all” as he falls asleep with Bria in his arms.


The  End.

 
                                  
A.D. 999....in all the ancient world, fear for the end of the world has taken control everywhere and same happen in the small Kingdom of Lombrady: King Lockhard died defending the borders of his realm from the neighbouring Kingdom of Swabia, after had taking the place of the pregnant Queen, according to the  royal law. Everyone in the real were praying for the birth of a little girl who will become the next hei of the throne....after three males, no one was hoping there will be a chance to have an heir, especially because of the Queen’s health: few months after the birth of her third son, the Queen was struck by an unknown disease and no one in the realm or from the allied one was able to find a cure for it.

When the notice of the pregnancy of the Queen reach every corner of the realm, a faint hope light the hearts of all the citizen, pushing away the darkness who has surrounded their hearts and mind. But this little hope was close to disappear in the last day of the 999, when the little girl born: the happiness of the Queen and of the Prime Minister suddenly disappear when they discover there was another, a twin brother! Their mind immediately run to the old prophecy the royal family pass from a generation to another:

“There will be a day when two twins will born....they will bring to the fall of the kingdom, something no one can avoid: it will be the end of Lombrady”

Scared by the prophecy, the first thought of the Prime Minister was to kill the boy but the Queen opposed to this decision with all her strength and suggest to hidden the born of the twins from the eyes of the whole realm and let the royal nanny taking care of the boy in the secret chambers of the castle.

Years passed and the twins grow without meeting each other: Princess Ophala grow up in the castle, surrounded by the love of her mother and her oldest brothers, learning everything she need to know to become the new queen of Lombrady’s Kingdom, how a lady should behave in every situation and, more important, everything about diplomacy. On the other side, the young prince had only know the love of the nun, without had the chance to meet her family or feeling the warm of her mother’s hand caressing him, in a small and welcomed sign of love. But let the boy live in the secret chamber, wasn’t enough for the Prime Minister….he demands that the boy was raised as a girl, just in case something will happen to Princess Ophala, especially now, with the war against Kingdom of Swabia turned so cruel: the nanny has dress him as her sister, teach him the same things she learned and sometimes, using the hidden passages of the castle, had make him look at her, to understand and replicate her attitude.

This was a slow but unstoppable change in the boy’s life, but at last it wasn’t only something who involve his appearance: observing her sister, he was fascinated by that bright and luxury world where she move and secretly, he start to envy her….why she can have all she want and he can’t!? This was a thought who start to grow in his mind but no one had ever catch any sign of this hidden dissatisfaction....even the nanny and the Prime Minister (the only who are authorized to talk and meet him) have always think it was all part of his nature, something due to the way in which he was grown. Secretly, the boy had start to follow her sister all around the castle, watching her even in her more intimate moment: he stare at her perfect naked body in the bath and sometimes at night, while Ophala sleep, he sneak in her room to observe her closely. He is now obsessed by his sister, till the point looking like her is not enough for him, he want to be her! And after the nanny die, things get worst….the loneliness make this obsession grow, rooting deeply in the boy’s mind and losing the love of the only person who ever had close to a maternal figure: her death has taken away from the boy the only thing who was able to let him control his reason and now everything will change.....maybe not suddenly, but it will!

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom, another change is started: the Queen, cursed by a mysterious disease no one in the whole realm was able to cure, die leaving the sort of the battle against the Kingdom of Swabia in the hands of her young and not so experienced daughter. Ophala was 19 when her mother dies even if she had study every single day to be able to rule the kingdom, she wasn’t ready to take the responsibility and the future of Lombrady on her youth shoulders and with her brothers at the front fighting the enemy, she feel alone, oppressed by the expectations of the noble and of the citizen of the realm. But even in the worst moments sometimes a ray of light shine....
It happen during the funeral ceremony: many allies of the realm come to the capital to assist at the celebration and a young prince from a neighbor real tickled her attention. Probably, he have the same age of her oldest brother but what that really fascinate her was the gentle smile he show her to comfort her torn soul: a simple smile, to tell the true, but no one in the court was able to show her one till now. Ophala was surprised about how a simple thing like a smile was able to let her forget the sadness who is grasping her heart so badly and in the following days, she have many chance to talk to the young prince and know him better: he’s smart and good looking, but what really impress Ophala was the way he talk to her, the nice words he use to give her some support in that dark moment.

And in the months who follow Ophala’s coronation, the two get more close and in Ophala’s heart, a strong feeling for Prince Henrik born day after day: at the begin she was attracted by he’s pleasant manner and the knowledge he show her, but now she had start to look at him under a new way. It all begin the day she caught the Henrik training in the armoury of the castle: Ophala was impressed by the grace and harmony of his movements, but soon her attention was caught by his sculpted and tonic body, till the point she wasn’t able to move away her sight from that vision.... his skin shines in the light of the sunset and the brown hair follow any movement he makes, letting him appear like a God in Ophala’s mind. She stares at him for several minutes, when Henrik ended his training and notice her.

“Your highness....” he say, bowing in front of her while the Queen approach him.

When Ophala was in front of him, the prince takes her hand and gently kiss it, as usual he do every time they meet but this time it was different for her.... that little act of kindness and Henrik’s lips barely touching her skin, makes Ophala’s heart beat fast and she feel her cheeks burn, turning them red.

“Hope he didn’t notice it....” she say to herself, without realizing that her hand was trembling and Henrik was holding it again in his one and was now standing close in front of her.

“My Queen.... your presence always raise my spirit and enlighten my day as sun torn the dark of the night....” he takes a deep breath and look in Ophala’s eyes “i ‘d wait so long before for this moment and i can’t wait again....i can’t hide my feeling for you....”

“Your....your feeling, Henrik!?” she reply with trembling voice.

“Yes....Ophala, my sweet Ophala.... i never known a lady as you, with your grace, your beauty....and your strenght! Please, Ophala.... accept my heart and my love!”
“I-i.....I didn’t expect this, Henrik.... “  she answer, feeling her cheeks burning again and more intensely. Her breath turns heavy and a strange sensation was now borning in her....something she never had feel before! And more she hesitate to talk, more that sensation rise in her.

“Henrik.... since the first time we met, deepest in me something happen.... i don’t know why but i felt a bond between us and now i know it’s more stronger then how i can imagine....” she swallow nervously, then continue “I’l accept your love and i give you my heart....i know you will protect it!”

Henrik smile at her words, feeling his heart relieved by them and holding Ophala’s  waist, he push her close to him, placing his lips on hers in a gentle, endless kiss. All around them there was only silence.... no servants who can disturb them, no one else who can interrupt that idyllic moment.... or this is how it can appear at their eyes.
While the dark of the night replace the last rays of sunlight, a figure is staring at them, hidden by the friendly wall of the castle, the only that have become the one and only witness of his existence. The eyes of that figure glued on the two lover kissing, staring at their lips, at the upper naked body of Prince Henrik, his arms holding Ophala’s waist so tight….why he can’t have the same,  why he have to live all his life in the shadow!? These thoughts began to crowd his mind, growing at every meeting of the two fiancés, at every kind gesture they exchanged and with them, the darkness in the boy grow too, till the envy for her sister pushed him to the limit.
Now, not only he was identifying with her till to believe to be a woman himself, but now he wants to take his place and meet the man who made his heart beat! And this greedy wish he have in his heart, make him doing the next step….

For the first time after years, he didn’t follow her twin sister and knowing she will not back till late, he enter in her room  with a clear plan in his mind. Knowing full well the room, it was easy for him to collect all the things needed to achieve his plan: clothes, make up, jewellery…..everything he would need to become Ophala! And after that, all he need was a chance…..just one, little chance! And waiting for the right one, the prince learn how to use makeup, to move with the sumptuous court dresses and everything else was necessary for his purposes.

The wait was long, anytime Prince Henrik come to visit his beloved Ophala, they spent many hours together talking, sometime walking in the royal garden dreaming about a wonderful future together and planning about the union of their kingdoms…..but one day something unusual happen: the Queen had to leave the castle to go to a nearby town and would be back only the next day, leaving his beloved Henrik finally alone! And finally, he have the chance who had wait for so long, he just have to wait few more hours!
In the evening, his plan started, at last. Using the secret passage of the castle, he step into Ophala’s room and at candles'  light, taking all the time he needed to get ready: he choose an appropriate dress, gathered his black hair in a long black braid and put the right make up on his face.
He wore a beautiful, majestic, white gold necklace with ruby red gemstones, that fanned tightly round his neck. Ophala’s favourite.
And at the end, his figure reflected on the mirror surprise him: his lips covered by red lipstick and the light touch of eye shadow make him look so pretty and even nature had come in is help, in fact his sister has no prosperous breast but still a full and shapely ass, something that nature had given him too. He was really fascinated by the result and felt ready for the next step ....

It was midnight, when he sneak out of Ophala’s room and move to Henrik's room, avoiding the guards along the way, something he can do easily after so many years passed hiding his presence from everyone, and when he finally is in front of it, he hesitates to walking in: he felt a lump in his throat and his heart beating fast as never happen before. He slowly grab the handle and after had taking a deep breath open it, trying to be quiet as possible: the door emits a light crunch while opening, but finally he was there, In the room of his beloved Henrik.

“Who’s there!?” a male voice ask in the dark of the room.

“It’s me, my beloved….sorry to wake you up!” he reply, moving close to the bed.

Henrik looks in the direction the voice was coming and he was really surprised to recognize Ophala’s silhouette.

“Ophala...that’s....that’s a surprise! I supposed i can’t see you till tomorrow afternoon!” Henrik say, standing on the bed.

“I was, in fact....but i just want to be with you tonight....be with the one i love!” he reply, moving close to the bed, revealing his body wrapped in a long blue dress with slits on both the front side who reveals his perfect and long legs. Henrik stare at her Queen, looking at her from toes to head, dwelling on her legs first and on then her naked shoulders: he never seen her in a so sexy dress before and that vision make his heart beat fast and heavy.....so heavy that Ophala will probably hear it, close as she is to him right now.

“Ophala....” Henrik try to say, but Ophala, kneeled over the sheets, place her finger over his lips, smiling at him.

“I know....this is not appropriate because of our rank, but i can’t resist.....i had try so hard....”

Henrik grab his forearms and push Ophala on his side, rolling over her and placing his lips on his in an endless deep kiss. Chills start to run all over Ophala’s body, making him tremble for the fiirst time: so, this is what a real kiss is, he think in his mind, holding his beloved Henrik in his arms. When their lips finally move away, tears pop on Ophala’s eyes.

“Ophala, you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel ready....” Henrik tell her, sitting at her side and caressing her cheek.

Ophala looks at him, with a delicious smile on his lips and shake his head.

“I’m just a little nervous, my love....this thought has haunted me for a long time and now ....”

Henrik’s kiss stop him, pleasantly.

“I dreamed of this moment for long time too, Ophala....the wait for it had driven me crazy so many time!” Henrik say, just before kissing him again, letting him lay on his back and fondling his thigh while Ophala lightly scratch his back. Slowly, Henrik’s hand rise from Ophala’s thigh, moving into its inner side, till it reach his secret spot: suddenly, Henrik jump away of Ophala and with his eyes eyes wide open....he looks at his hand and the strange sensation he had, wasn’t going away.

“Ophala.....you.....you are......” he try to tell her with his voice broken by disappointment and looking at Ophala’s face, now covered by tears who are leaking profusely from her eyes “YOU ARE A MAN!”

Ophala was shocked by Henrik’s reaction but he was expecting something similar.

“I’m....i’m sorry, my beloved.....i know, i don’t had tell you the true about me, but any words i said and my feeling were.....trust me!” he reply, hiding his face in his hands and crying. Looking at him, at how he react at his words, Henrik’s rage reduce a little: even if Ophala had hidden an important truth to him, his heart is can’t hate the woman who has caught his heart so deeply. He grab her hands and gently move away from her face, trying to smile at her.

“Ophala....my feeling are true too, but this....this..... oh God, this is something i can't accept so easily....”

Sobbing, Ophala trying to find the courage to answer

“I know.....i’m sorry.....this is my destiny.....” he take a small break to dry the tears then continue “something i didn’t choose and i never want!”

Tears continued to leak on Ophala's face.

“The Prime Minister said it was for the sake of the Kingdom, for the people.....and they grew me as girl....but i don’t regret it, because i met you.....my only and true love!”

Saying this, he kiss Henrik again. This was so sudden that Henrik wasn't able to stop him, but what really surprise him was the fact that all the hate who had wrap his heart just a minute ago, was now away! Indeed, the lips who are kissing him are the ones of a man, but the feelings they are giving him (and gave in the past) are deep and so true! Henrik hold Ophala tight in his arms, answering to her passionate kiss with a strong and deepest passion he never expect to have before that moment: in his mind, now there wasn’t hesitation but only the desire to protect that pretty and fragile “girl”.

                                                 
                                    
“Ophala, i can't hate you....every moment i spent with you was wonderful and unforgettable! Maybe i’m crazy.....i don’t know.....but i love you from the bottom of my heart!”

Those words.....it’s working! The plan he had masterfully prepared, was taking the right direction! But it was only the beginning .....

“Henrik......my beloved.....your words and feeling make me so happy! The happiest girl in the whole world....”

A lovely smile filled his face and his body has stop to tremble. The warm of Henrik’s arms wrapped around him and the one of his naked body were all he wanted an now he feel it.....he can feel the love he never had till now and this make him greedy:  his hands fondle Henrik’s body, slowly, exploring it and he find it so different from his one.....it’s big, toned and touching it is really turning him on. And same happen to Henrik.....the soft touch of Ophala’s hands gave him the vigor that had lost shortly before and with it the desire to finally being able to finally taste the forbidden fruit of Ophala: gently, Henrik push him down kissing his chin, moving to the neck with sweet kisses who make Ophala moan softly. The upper part of the dress Ophala is wearing, soon fall down to her waist leaving his chest exposed to Henrik’s kisses and hands who start to play with his nipples leaving Ophala breathless for a moment: any inhibition of the two was now fallen, replaced by a passion that burned them from the inside with a disruptive force.

Henrik look at Ophala’s face…..it was flushed and his breath hard…..that vision makes Henrik blood burning and lose control: he sit over Ophala’s chest, placing his hard shaft in front of her face. Ophala looks at it puzzled…..that “thing”…..he had seen it before through the secret passages of the castle but never so close! Embarassed but tempted by it, he grab it in his hand, gently, slowly starting to move his hand along it: that new feeling was strange….he can feel it pulsing and growing in his hand and can hear Henrik moaning softly at his touch. He moves his hand faster, following the increase of Henrik moans intensity, till he notice a little of white material leaking out of the tip: intrigued by that thing, he touch it with his fingers, finding it a little weird and sticky but interesting in its way. He move his finger close to his lips, curious about how it can taste he move his finger to his mouth and lick: it’s different from how he was expecting, maybe just a little salty, but acceptable.

Ophala wraps Henrik shaft tip with his tongue, licking that strange fluid who is still leaking out slowly, then move it all along its length and back, letting him moan loudly. His tongue lingers on his red and swollen tip making it pulse faster and letting more precum leaking out of it: Ophala open his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip, slowly sucking it to taste that delicious nectar but Henrik, aroused by the touch of that silky tongue, grab his head and push his shaft half way in Ophala’s mouth, making ophala having several retch. Ophala try to shake his head too free it from Henrik grip, but the Prince was too strong for him and had start to push his shaft deeper, till the point ophala wasn’t able to resist any longer.....but suddenly, Henrik push his shaft out, letting him breath, but not enough to be ready for a second, strongest intrusion! And Henrik repeat it rhythmically, faster at any push he give into Ophala’s mouth, till the tip reach his throat and even deepest! Ophala felt stifled, he wanted to break free, but feeling Henrik inside him, made him feel part of him ......it excited him.......when suddenly he felt something flooding his throat......

It was warm and copious.....Henrik was motionless, with his shaft still firmly planted in his throat, gasping and closed eye. It takes a minute before he was able to catch his breath back and free Ophala’s mouth, but now he was eager, he want more…..Ophala’s body still under him, partially exposed and revealing her as an helpless girl despite her manly body.  Henrik slid along Ophala’s body, kissing and caressing it gently until it reaches his belly barely covered by her dress gown. Slowly Henrik push it down his thighs till his feet, removing it at last…..now, Ophala’s body was covered just by black panties. The vision of Ophal’s naked body was stunning….surely, his chat was flat but really sinuous, something Henrik wasn’t expecting by a man.

Feeling Henrik’s eyes staring at him, Ophala blush visibly.

“Did my body look so strange to you, my love!?”

Henrik shake his head “I find it beautiful, my beloved!” he answer, holding out his hand and helping Ophala to stand up. He pull him against his body, kissing that soft cherry lips and letting his left hand sliding under his panties, searching for the little entrance hidden between that soft but firm cheeks Ophala have, till his finger finally reach it. At that touch, so intimate but wild, Ophala feel chills running along her spine, something he never felt before….he close his eyes to better enjoy that strong feeling…..a feeling who was now growing in his body, making his blood burn.
For Henrik was easy to understand how Ophala is caught  by excitement and lust…..he can understand it by his kiss, by the flebile trembling of his body….

Suddenly, Henrik push Ophala away, making him falling over the bed: before he was able to stand again, Henrik block him with his body and rip off the small panties. Without any hesitation, Henrik grab tight Ophala’s bum cheeks, causing a little of pain to her….pain who immediately disappear when Henrik’s tongue tickle his entrance, slowly at the begin, then a little faster, moving around it to the centre. Ophala’s moans were filling the room, breaking the silence of the night, but they weren’t comparable with the one who let out when he felt Henrik’s tongue press insistently and break through into him. That tongue was now moving in and out his tight entrance, getting deep in him at any trust, hardly testing Ophala’s resistance to that growing excitation he had inside and was nor running wild in his vein….it was all so intense, wild and new and was happening all too fast for him! Really too fast! But Henrik don’t want to give him the time to get used to what was happening….realizing that Ophala was at the limit, he push a finger inside him….then another…..

A mixed scream of pain and pleasure fill the room….Ophala was now drooling over the sheet, unable to control herself, offering it to Henrik and to his skilled hands: his fingers start to rub Ophala’s intimacy, opening his entrance at any trust, till it’s finally ready to receive Henrik’s shaft in it. Henrik kneel behind Ophala, rubbing his hard and swollen shaft between his cheeks, lingering over his entrance. When he realize Ophala was finally relaxing  little, he suddenly push his shaft’s tip inside……again, pain and ecstasy fill Ophala’s body, making him scream again. Slowly, Henrik push his shaft deeper in his, then move back, letting Ophal breath, but not enough before he push harder and deepest in him: at any push, Ophala can feel the pain growing till the point he have to bite his lower lip to resist. But more Henrik’s shaft dig inside him, more the pleasure dominates the pain….. the muscles of his sphincter get used to the intruder, relaxing when he want to go deeper and trying to hold it inside when he move back. Both the two lover pant heavily, almost as one……both barely close to reach their climax…..

Henrik leans over Ophala’s body, his mouth close to her ear and whisper

“I’ll gonna fill you pretty bum, my love!”

“AAAHHHH……yess…” he answer panting “pleaseee, do itttt!”

The sound of his excited voice, arouse Henrik more than the sensation of Ophala’s body wrapped around his shaft, making him reach the orgasm, while his seed finally flood deeply his beloved Ophala who feel his belly burn pleasantly and letting him reaching the orgasm too. Henrik falls over Ophala, exhausted but with a cute and happy smile on his face. Then, he roll on Ophala’s side, looking deep in his eyes: he can see the same happiness on the face of his beloved Queen. He holds her hand, gently smiling at her.

“The night is long, my love…..”

“Yes….and i want….no, i need you again, Henrik….” Ophala reply, kissing him.

When Henrik wake up in the late morning, Ophala wasn’t at is side. Probably, after he had fallen asleep she had left to return to her duties as Queen....or maybe that was just a dream! He look around at the room then back to the empty place on the bed, when he noticed a paper partially hidden by the sheet. Trembling, Henrik take it and immediately read, recognizing Ophala's writing:

“Sorry, my beloved....i would like to stay with you, but i have to go back, more work is waiting me. But i promise you we will be together really soon!”

The sadness disappear from Henrik’s heart while he looks out of the great window, dreaming of the moment his lovely Queen will be again in his arms.

It was dusk when Queen Ophala and her delegation finally are back to the castle. Ophala was exhausted and even if the desire to meet his beloved Henrik, she reach her room to rest a little and have a relaxing bath, something she was really in need after two days of hard negotiation who have exhausted her: the hot water was pleasant and her tensed body can finally relax, gain back to her some strength. At last, Ophala closes her eyes falling in light sleep, lulled by the warmth of the enormous bathtub and the sweet thought of finally being able to hug her beloved Henrik, till the point she don't hear the flebile sound of naked footstep filling the room.

“It’s been a while, from the last time we met, sis.....”

Ophala open her eyes looking around the room but steam hide that presence from her sight.

“Who are you!? What did you want to me!?” she reply, trying to collect all the remaining forces and standing in the water.

“Oh, sis.....don’t tell me you forget about me......” he said with a smirk on his face “this is so cruel, but i expect it.....”

The voice was now close, but the steam was too dense and Ophala’s body so heavy to run away as she wanted, plus there was no one near the bathroom because had order to leave her alone to the handmaids.

“My my, sis....i’m so sad for it.....i was sure you will recognize me immediately even if we met only two or maybe three time.....”

At those words, something come in Ophala’s mind.

“Ophir!? Is it really you!? Why are you here!?”

Ophala was now worried.....why Ophir was there and what was his purpose!? When she met him in the past he appear like a quiet boy but now his voice have something strange in its tone and not only that....why it looks so similar to hers!?

“See!? It wasn’t difficult, sis....yes, it’s me......and i came to take my life, my freedom!”

Telling this, he grabs Ophala from behind restraining her movements with his strength. Ophala try to free herself from Ophir’s grip but it was so energic that she can barely move: he pushes her out of the water, bringing her to the access to the secret passage till they reach a larger room with a straw bed and three meters long chain embedded in solid stone. Blocking Ophala on the ground, he put the chain’s hook around her neck and close it, then he move a step forward, looking at Ophala.

“I know, this is not as your luxurious room, but trust me.....it’s enough comfortable....”

“Why.....why are you doing it to me, Ophir!?” she ask him with a trembling voice.

“WHY!? YOU ASK ME WHY!? Oh, sis......” he thunder, holding tight Ophala’s face in his hand “i want my life back, the life You had till now.....i’ll be the Queen Ophala everyone love! And i want the love of Henrik.....the only one who ever filled my heart with happiness!”

He takes a break, looking at Ophala’s scared eyes..... her body helpless, paralyzed with fear. Ophir gently smile at her, satisfied by her expression.

“But don’t worry....i’ll take care of you, sis......i need you for the sake of Lombrady’s Kingdom!” he said, caressing her belly “but now, it’s time for the Queen to meet her beloved Prince.....oh, i can’t wait to be in his arms again!”

Lost in ecstasy, Ophir leave the stone room and his sister chained in it. Suddenly, he hears her voice screaming against him.

“I’LL CURSE YOU, OPHIR, YOUR DESCENDANTS.......  MAY THE KINGDOM BE RUINED CAUSE OF YOU!”

After that night, many things change in the castle: the handmaids who attended Ophala for years were removed and replaced by others….few days later, the Prime Minister died in an hunt’s accident…..but the strangest this is people in the castle swear to hear the voice of a girl crying and calling her true love, cursing the name of the royal family……but this is just another story…….a story engraved in stone and pain.


THE END