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 4.   Strange  Bedfellows        PART  2    –    Momma_Andrea 

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.

[Brandybee]

                                                       
                                                    

4.    Strange  Bedfellows        PART   1    –     Momma_Andrea   

 

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.

[Brandybee]

                                                 
                                                         

 3.   The Secret of the Castle    –    Dotti 

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.

[Brandybee]

                                                                   
                                                                  

 2.    The Chamber      –    Mercer78

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.

[Brandybee]

                                                               
                                                                  

1.  The Laundress    Part II      –  TerriC

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

[Brandybee]

The Deadline has passed.  No other story submissions will be accepted.

The Contest Stories will be published in due course  and voting opened for the Forum Village.

[Brandybee]

COUNTDOWN IS ON …  10 HOURS  TO  GO   
          Hurry Hurry – Not much time left now to get your stories in   

Deadline is  today  31 January 2014 .  Please PM your story to me –  Brandybee
Do not publish yourself as it will disqualify your story.

Check that the Medieval theme is covered ;  that an Achat component is included and  described in detail  and  you identify what prize you would like.

Please also ensure your story is adequately spaced for easy reading / wanking         

All those potential authors,  just go for it. A qualifying story  will earn you A$600

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Happy writing.

[Brandybee]

Great news, glad she's got the all clear and making good progress.

Give her my best and a speedy happy recovery.

Huts and kiss girl. Xxx

[Brandybee]

COUNTDOWN IS ON …..  1  DAY TO  GO   
          Hurry Hurry – Not much time left now to get your stories in    😮

Deadline is  today  31 January 2014 .  Please PM your story to me –  Brandybee
Do not publish yourself as it will disqualify your story.

Check that the Medieval theme is covered ;  that an Achat component is included and  described in detail  and  you identify what prize you would like.

Please also ensure your story is adequately spaced for easy reading / wanking       

All those potential authors,  just go for it. A qualifying story  will earn you A$600

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Happy writing.

[Brandybee]

Hi  oliver83 ,

We have asked for a shower / bathroom  and believe it may have won a poll for forwarding to the  Achat Gods.  Lover may be able to confirm that.

We have also discussed  to have a bathroom too.  See below.   

Poll –  Ideas for favourite room.  Page 2
https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2061.15.html

If we can get a shower room, all the poses could be used then.

If you have a specific idea for a pose though, please outline the base pose and about 10 to 12 actions for each.

It is a lovely idea and thank you for posting it. I think it would be  vey popular.

[Brandybee]

mmmm,  I do on occasions get thrown out of Achat myself and everything else seems ok,  and of course , connection is lost totally at times but then so is all my other connections.

I don't get thrown out every 5 minutes or so though. 

Check the memory space on your  PC and uninstall anything you no longer use,  uninstall all of Achat  and then re=istall the whole programme again.

Hopefully, that will cure the problem.  Let us know how you get on and Good Luck. 

[Brandybee]

Hey  gelisio80 ,

Glad we could be of service,  HB ( Hentaiboy69 ) and me are the good looking ones …  the other two are  damn ugly  LOL  :-* :-*

[Brandybee]

Hey gelisio80 ,  Welcome to our Forum village.  Please take a look around and post your ideas and views.

If you are game  for a laugh and open to meeting and greeting new friends, why not join up to the below event 

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Events >  Secret Valentine 2014  https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2997.0.html

Have fun  :-*

[Brandybee]

I'd chase Hukk & Covems 

What if I gave you a shot of Malorts  to try 

[Brandybee]

Brandybee =  2+ 18+ 1+ 14+ 4+ 25+ 2+ 5+5  = 76 

Bear =  2 + 5 + 1+ 18 =  26

Hukk =  8+ 21+ 11+11 = 51

Lover =  12 + 15+ 22+ 5+ 18 = 72

Interesting 

[Author]

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