0 comments/ 119531 views/ 5 favorites A Knight's Tail By: Mary N. Richards The maiden sits alone in her quarters, lonely and lost with her beloved knight so far away at war. She does not think of his danger tonight, but only of how much she misses him. Misses his smile, his warm hands and strong arms. She aches inside to feel his touch again and whispers to him through the distance. “I read your magnificent love letters, and believe me when I say, ohhhhh how I would love making love to you. Let me tell you how I love you, my far away knight. I sit down and place my foot on a chair beside me, of course I have had my lavender bubble bath and I am smelling sexy, feeling sexy and ready for love. I lift up a letter of yours and begin to read as I touch myself. Ummmmm Holding my tender breasts in my hands, massaging them ever so gently, sometimes a bit more firmly. Then I start rolling and rubbing my stiffening nipples between my thumbs and fingers and start pulling them, twisting them, just as you have done the few times we managed to be alone together. Then, once I am ready, I reach down and lift my breast to kiss my left tit and lick the nipple, my hot tongue sliding right across the budding tip. My red lips gliding over my brown nipple. Ohhhhh, how my nipple shines in the light of the candle. I then reach for my glass of water, cold spring water, and dab a bit of water on each nipple. Ummmmm Cold, chill, hard. Ummmmm Oh, my Knight!” Her passionate young knight has ridden most of the day, through the dusk, and into the night to be here, his lust driving him hard across country. He slipped over the fence, and climbed the wall to find his maiden, his love, his reason for living. And, seated at her dressing table, smelling of lavender, she sits like a vision from his dreams! The thin white chemise is pulled down to reveal the smooth white mounds of her tender breasts, and he nearly runs to her, but is stayed when he sees she is lost in a dream, or a spell of some kind. So, he watches, and waits to see what sorcery this may be. Though the sight drives him crazy with pent-up lust, he watches as she touches herself just as he has dreamed of caressing her on so many nights. So he waits and listens to her softly whispered voice. “Then, I reach for the ice cube and rub it on my soft, soft lips, then I press the ice to my nipple, making it tighten with the chill. I rub it around until there is only cold water dripping from my breasts. Again I lick my nipples with my tongue, tasting myself, and thrilling to the touch of my own tongue. I think of your hand stroking the side of my face and you reaching for my chin and open my mouth a bit and closer, closer. Our tongues meet and the tips touch. Ummmmm. My eyes close and I can nearly feel you with me, how your tongue moistens my mouth and we French kiss our way, our special way. I am feeling all the heat and passion of our lust and as if by magic, it seems to become real.” The young knight stands alone and quiet in the darkness, watching his maiden as she dreams of him. He sees her there with her luscious lips lifted as if for a kiss, and he quietly steals to her side, and bends to touch her lips with his. Their lips meet, their tongues touch, a flood of passion carries him away to her dreamland of passion and lust. Then, her eyes open to see him and her body opens to him and it is like a dream come to life and she continues her mental narration. Then you gaze into my green eyes, and reach slowly to touch my rising breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples, pulling them and making the buds nearly burst in your fingers. Our kiss continues and your hand slips lower toward my pussy, my tender, moist and smooth pussy. You brush the soft material aside, almost as if to say vanish ‘vanish fabric, and let me in’ then you glide your hand to my soft milky white thighs and pull me closer, your burning touch sending hot lances through my body. Then the hard iron of the chastity belt stops your fingers from poking me. Brushing my hips and tummy to feel its extent you trace it’s iron grip. As if to make it disappear, you brush it with your fingers, ‘Vanish iron corset! Vanish!’ but alas, nothing vanishes and I am still encased in the steel girdle. “Oh, dearest lover,” the knight pleads in anguish, “In what foul constraints have you been bound?” “Oh, my sweet Knight!.” The maiden moans in desire and confusion as though seeing her lover here, alive in the flesh she loves so deeply. She wonders if the depth of her needs has brought him to her from afar. “My darling, you know that my Lord has promised to keep me safe from all while you are away. This iron cage is but meant to keep me safe for you! And now what was meant to keep me safe for you, will keep my treasure from you! I want you, my darling, but now we are confounded, for He holds the only key!” She sobs at the cruelty of it all. Safe for him, and unable to give herself to him either. Now what to do? He kisses her passionately, mashing her full lips like the grapes at harvest to taste the wine of her sweet mouth. His hand roughly squeezes her tender breast, and the other grips the tender cushion of her soft bottom to pull her closer so that she may feel the raging passion that she has aroused within him. His bulging crotch presses hard against her and she feels his need as though it were her own. “Oh, my stallion. I want you so. Take me! Take me and make me your willing wench.” She moans as he kisses and bites her neck and roughly mauls the generous globes of her ass as he humps his throbbing rod against the metal shield protecting her virgin sex. “My love, my darling, I want you so!” He says in anguish. “But, your treasure is guarded by walls of steel! How can I take your treasure with such a fortress to protect you?” They kiss with lusty passion, their minds reeling with desire and the frustration of their situation. Until she has a new thought. “There might be a way, my brave knight.” She whispers in his ear. “Even the strongest fortress has its weakness, you know that. And though the front gate is barred, there may be another way in, a secret entrance, a back way into the palace. Are you brave enough to seek out the ‘backdoor’ to the castle of my love? Would you be bold enough to enter through the secret tunnel to find the treasure within?” He can hear the teasing grin in her voice as the gist of her offer sinks into his lust addled brain. Yes, the plan has possibilities, he could enter from the rear! It is a wicked way and yet highly satisfactory substitute for the frontal attack that seems impossible in the current situation. His searching fingers reach further into the valley of her fundament and he touches the closed door of her secret back passage. His finger rubs the warm crinkled skin at her rear opening, and he tests the passage with a finger tip. Tight, so very tight and small, he truly wonders if this passage can accommodate the his invasion. “My passion only grows hotter!” She groans at his touch. “My knight, take this wench, turn her over, spread her legs with yours, and take this wenches ass!” She is as lost to lust as he, and can not resist his advances, though it may mean the ravishment of her most tender path. He spins her around, bends her over the dressing table and pull up her robe. It flies up, the soft fabric caressing each cheek of her bottom as he throws the thin material over her back, clearing his work area, making a path to the treasure of his maiden. “You want to fuck this wench's ass my dear Knight? It wants you, it aches for you, for your passion. Take the hidden path to my heart my lover! Use the backdoor to my palace!” She cries out, lost to her lust. He strips off his tunic and breeches and presses his rampant member against the softness of her tender butt cheek. It aches and beats, thumping along the mounds of her bottom. They both feel how the tip reaches up, yearning for excitement, it reaches for lust and release. He spreads her legs with his, pinning her from behind, straddling her as she is bent over the table. “Oh my hearty knight! Take me, make use of your lusty wench and fuck me now! Oh God! I feel it!” His two strong hands grasp her ass cheeks, pulling her tight against his twitching cock. He rubs his sword through her tender crevice, feeling the heat of her enflamed body. This only increases her own aching desire as his shaft slides back and forth across the sensitive portal of her back passage. She pushes back against him, wanting him to be in her, to feel his rod plumbing the very depths of her willing body. “Ohhhhh!” She swoons and breathes deeply, her chest heaving as he touches her. Her mind races at the lust she feels and she thinks that this is a knight knows how to conquer his land and make it his own. She feels him kneeling down behind her to kiss her cushioned bottom as though praying to her tender butt. “ Oh! Your hot kisses burn my butt! I love your tender kisses. But, this is not right. I beg of you, my Knight, do not kneel behind me like this. ’Tis my job, your very own wench's job, to kneel down to you! Please, my master, let me kneel to you.” She pleads as he continues to lavish his oral attentions on her soft and smooth butt cheeks. He stands up, dragging his hard cock along the back of her thigh, across her taught ass cheek. His strong hand rubs up her spine, reaching for her long silken hair and pulls it slowly, turning her face to look deep in his eyes and he says: “I want you! I want my wench now!” He kisses her ever so deeply on the lips, then returns to his quest. He bends her over and again kneels behind her and spreads her ass cheeks. He starts licking her sweet, red, puckered, asshole, making it ready for fucking. He wets and caresses her clenched backdoor with his probing tongue and kneads her butt with his strong hands. His lusty attentions only enflame her body more, and she moans out her passion and her need. “Feel how I need you! My body is quivering under your touches. See how my tunnel opens for you. I ache for you! Yesssssss! Yesssssss, fuck me! Please, my Knight, fuck me! I know you want it now! I want you deep inside me. I know you want to take my backdoor. I know you want to fuck my butt as much as I want you too. Take your wench! Yes, I want all of your manhood now. Take me, use me, make me your wicked wench and fuck my asshole!” He grabs his pulsing cock and turns her around. “Kiss it, wench! Kiss the tip of my sword! Wet my saber so that it will slip easily into your forbidden opening.” “Gladly, and with pleasure! I willingly lick it for you my brave Knight, my Lord and Master.” Kneeling to lick and suck on his bulbous pulsing prick, she lavishes her attentions on his throbbing member, stroking the stiff horn with her hands, swirling her tongue around the mushroom head to wet it in preparation for the journey to come. His hands grip her head, twining in her flaxen hair to guide her mouth on his aching cock. She pumps his hot poker, drooling her juices to lubricate it so that her mouth and hands slide smoothly on the stiff pole of his love. She pushes hard, trying to force it ever deeper into her mouth, into her throat, trying to get all of his staff deep into her body to quell the cravings within her. But it isn’t enough. It will never be enough! She aches to have his hard cock shaft in her womb, but knows that will have to wait for their marriage. Until then, she will be content to have it anyway that she can. She feels her asshole clench and release, pulsing in eager anticipation of the coming invasion, and knows that her other maidenhead will be the only one lost tonight. “Enough! I can take no more of this teasing! My delightful wench, now you will feel my battering ram breaking down your backdoor to enter deep into the bowels of your castle!” He lifts her by the hair, pulling her mouth from his throbbing cock and turns her to once again lie face down over the dressing table. He sees the glowing mounds of her posterior, and can not resist caressing the smooth flesh of her soft buttocks. Her lusty eagerness overwhelms her and she grips her own butt cheeks, spreading them wide to fully expose the puckered portal of her secret entrance. His cock head slides down the valley of her butt, making a wet and slippery trail through her crease, then rests at the cleft of her waiting gate. His drooling precum wets her and lubricates the tiny hole to ready it for his assault. “Yes!” She cries out in passion. “Yes! That is the door to my secret tunnel! Take the back path my Knight. Take it and fill me with the full joy of your love! I want this. I want you so badly! Thrust hard my love and skewer me like a suckling piglet on a spit.” The young knight presses his sword to her hole then thrusts his hips forward. She pulls harder on her buttocks to assist and the tiny hole stretches slightly, then finally yields to the onslaught of his ram. His shaft slides deep into the dark tunnel of her backdoor and she moans in tortured lust at the intrusion into her hidden path. But, she can not help but feel the joy of their joining as her body accepts the spear of his love deep inside her loins. He withdraws slightly, and makes a second assault, stretching the opening and driving through the tight tunnel, finally gaining the full depth of her forbidden hole. He feels the flexing grip of her snug hole, stroking, milking his rampant member and he knows her joy is at hand! He grinds his hips against her bottom, loving the softness of her tender cheeks. Then he retreats and drives into her again, and again! Ramming deep and pounding against the soft cushions of her butt, he thrusts his flesh sword in and out of her tight tunnel of lust, fucking his willing wench with every bit of his strength. “Oh! Yesssssss! Yes, my Knight! Take the forbidden path my love! Take me! Fuck me! Rape my asshole. Pillage my back passage. Plunder my booty! I am yours, my darling, take me and use me for your pleasure. Fuck your horny wench and fill her willing asshole to overflowing with your love juice!” He grunts, she gasps, they moan with lusty abandon as he pummels her posterior, stroking his shaft in and out of her gripping back hole. She moves with him as he rides her like a fast horse at a full gallop, driving to a destination they are both longing for. She feels his fleshy sword stab deeper, and it breaks the bonds of her dam. She quakes beneath him, and the joy floods her mind as her juices gush from her body to run in rivers down her shaking legs. Her mind spins as in a maelstrom as her first orgasm crashes against the walls of her crumbling citadel. She is tossed in the storm and cares not that it sweeps her away. He feels her body quiver like a bow after the arrow has been loosed, and her inner grip holds his shaft tighter than ever! He thrusts hard one last time, and feels his cock swell with the seed of his loins. One last squeeze from her asshole, and his dam is broken! His pent-up juices blast from his shaft to flood the very bowels of her tunnel! His body shakes and jerks as his soul is shot deep into her sucking butt. She seems to draw the very life from him as he twitches and sprays his steaming cum deep into her forbidden hole, filling her until the juices squirt out past his rod to run down her white thighs. Finally, when both are spent and drained, he collapses onto her back, panting in her ear as he recovers from the battle. His arms envelop her tenderly and he gently molds his body to hers. They lie there for an unknowable time, basking in the afterglow of their satisfaction, their bodies twitching randomly from the aftershocks of their mutual climax.. “Thank you, my sweet darling, my naughty wench, my only love. Thank you for the pleasure you give to me. Are you hurt? I fear that I have taken you forcefully in the path not so intended and may have done you harm. I had no desire to bring you hurt or pain, but I could not resist your pleading, or my own desires for the pleasures of your body. I will be ashamed if this has damaged you.” “It is nothing.” She sighs. “Anything that I can do for you, or give to you, is worth it for the joy you bring to me. I would happily let you tear me apart, if these are the feeling that it would bring.” She sighs again, and wiggles her bottom against his to signal that she is well. “‘Tis true that my secret passage is tender and I may find sitting tomorrow to be a bit dicey, but no worse than after the spankings that father used to dish out for my disobedience! And the remembrance of this joy will bring a smile with every twinge I feel!” Slowly, reluctantly, the knight withdraws his sword from her passage, and sees the stretched and ravaged wound of her no longer ‘secret’ tunnel! Oh, the damage he fears he’s done! But even as he watches her, his own cum oozing from her dilated passage, her body twitches and the gate slowly closes, sealing in the remainder of his love offering. He bends to gently kiss each of her cheeks, then helps her to stand so that he may hug her again. They kiss tenderly, then she takes her tattered chemise and wipes the juices of their mutual spendings from his wilted cock. He pulls on his clothing, his eyes never leaving her naked form, and then, with one last kiss, he departs. She waves as he vaults from the window, then she hears his horse as it gallops into the distance. She wonders if loosing her true maidenhead will be anything like this night of joy. Ah, she will just have to wait and see! She falls to the bed, and barely gets the covers pulled up before blissful sleep, and dreams of joy, overtake her. A Knight's Tail Sir Daniel rode his thundering steed hard through the meadow, skirting the thick line of trees of the forest. After a half hour of a full gallop he slowed the mighty horse down to a slow walk. He wanted to conserve its energy for the remaining two hours of the trip back to the Castle. It was his last crusade, and he wanted to take his time to revel in the victory that he and his men had scored. Every thought of the battle flashed through his mind as the slow gait of the horse became regular and steady. His mind was still that of a young Knight, but his body bore the scars of a seasoned veteran after too many battles to remember. He had promised the King a victory and was pleased to be returning as the victor. King William was a fair King. He provided protection for his people in return for their work in the fields and the encampment known as Thunder Castle. The commoners were very successful with the crops and the raising of cattle for food among other services such as a renowned livery, producing a high grade line of steeds for war. King William took from the common people that which they offered, which was always the very best of what they had grown. This was their decision because he was fair in not over taxing them as many other Kings did. In return, they never feared being overtaken and captured into poverty by the rival clans. Sir Daniel was the senior Knight of King William. He was taken into the King's heart as closely as a son was. He was revered as a warrior and a competitor and was loved by all that knew him in Thunder Castle, including the others who were equal in rank, as well as his subordinates. He was a towering man. He was six feet six inches tall and carried a burly, but well toned weight. His hair was a dark auburn and his eyes were hazel in color that turned steel gray when angered or in battle and deep blue when impassioned. Sir Daniel was responsible for the training of the soldiers and the Knights. His swordsmanship was high caliber and his hand to hand combat was unrivaled. He had competed at many jousting tournaments over the years and had always prevailed as a blue ribbon competitor. He held a passion for those who had been dealt with unfairly and abused. He carried his own personal campaign to right the wrongs or at least rid the area of wrong doers. This was above and beyond the duties imposed on him by King William. His thoughts of the victorious battle the day before, with King Bard's army, a raunchy lot of hoodlums hell bent on taking what they wanted at the cost of others lives, was quickly squelched by the cries of a female just inside the thick canopy of the forest. He stopped the horse momentarily to listen. He could hear a woman scream in distress and panic. Then he heard what sounded like several voices of men, laughing and taunting her. He turned the horse into an opened area of the thick tree line and entered, moving slowly enough not to lose the direction of the sounds of the woman in trouble. His mount was as adept at being a warrior as was Daniel. Quietly, as if the horse knew to walk softly, they drew closer to the woman, as her cries of dislike grew louder and clearer. Daniel stopped at the tree line at the edge of the large clearing, his form still protected somewhat by the darker cover of the tree canopy. In the clearing he saw six men, formed into a small circle. Inside of that circle was a younger woman wearing what was left of her clothing. She clung desperately to the tattered material that barely covered her bosom and her hips. He watched as one thug would grab at her then push her to the next thug, trying to grasp at the remaining cloth. Each time she was pushed into the arms of the next man, she would scream her unsuccessful attempts to make them stop. Daniel was mused and impressed that this woman held a scolding sternness in her voice where others would be pleading by now in her state of helplessness. Just as the last strip of cloth covering her breasts was ripped away, he kicked his steed in his withers and made the horse grunt as it moved into the opened area and in full light of the circle. The noise of the grunt combined with the size of Daniel atop the big horse as they moved into full view, made the men, what Daniel referred to as "forest rats", stop dead in their tracks. Daniel needed no introduction to the man rats. They knew him from many tales that they had heard over their entire lifetime. As the woman tried to quell her fear and ire, she began to weep as softly as she could while still trying to cover her almost nude body. She refused to cry aloud. She would not give any of the thugs that pleasure, and simply squatted to the ground in the now silent and still circle. The finely honed and balanced sword rang through the trees as Sir Daniel quickly flared it from the steel sheath, holding it like an extension of his arm. "Which one of you bastard rats wants to die first?," he bolstered in a booming voice. The warrior spirit rang heavy and loudly in his voice without effort. As Daniel dismounted, the smallest man pleaded, "Sire. We beg your mercy!" "Should I show mercy upon you as you have demonstrated to this damsel?" Then, the largest of the men spoke. "Sire, we were just enjoying some frivolity." Daniel walked immediately to the large man, stopping a mere inch from his dirty weathered face. He grabbed the man's throat into his large left hand and squeezed enough for the mans deep voice to be reduced to a tiny, high pitched squeak. "Perhaps you rat bastards would be curious to see how I like to be frivolous!" Daniel noticed out of the corner of his right eye, a movement. He knew that one of them was moving in on his flank as he watched the one he held by the throat as his eyes widened in dismay of the foolish attempt by his rat mate. He kicked his right leg back and to the side, connecting with the assailant's groin. He actually felt the wind from the rat as it left his body against his neck from the stern kick he had just delivered. "I shall kill each one of you at my count of four!," Daniel said loudly. The other five men ran like gazelles as the one being held by the throat struggled at Daniel's grip to get away. Before releasing him, Daniel said, "If I should ever encounter you or your rat brethren again, it will be your last day!" The large man was released from the vice like grip and he stumbled back and squeaked that he understood, then he too, ran into the thick forest. Daniel walked to the still stooping woman and squatted next to her. "It is okay now,they have gone. You are safe now, are you okay?" She looked through her tear filled eyes and nodded that she was alright. Daniel removed his toga and wrapped it around her soft shoulders. She gathered the plush toga securely around her exposed flesh. Because Daniel was such a large man, the toga was more than enough to cover her. He helped her to stand. He could tell that she was from good stock as he looked her frame over. She was well nourished and her flesh was soft and clean and well cared for, other than the paw marks and a few scratches from the filthy hands of the rat men that had ravished her. "What is your name, My lady?" "I am Tessa, from the Highlands. I am a maiden and was in route to Thunder Castle. Those men ambushed me and my guide. They ran off our horses and my guide ran like a coward. I am so distraught, Sir." "Tessa, I am Sir Daniel of King William of Thunder Castle. I am traveling to the Castle for retreat. I will be your escort Maiden Tessa. You will not have any further worries, I give you my word." As Daniel mounted his steed, then reached his arm down to lift Tessa onto the horse behind him, he felt an urge race through his core as he touched her smooth flesh. He guessed that she was about five to eight years his youth, and with her holding the title of maiden, she was obviously not attached nor betrothed. He breathed in her soft scent of flower water that filled her long brown hair. He relished her touch as she firmly wrapped her arms around his waist. It was more than a holding grip, but more like a warm hug. They arrived at the Castle at dusk. The setting sun behind the towering walls of the Castle gave a warming sight to Daniel. He was finally home. As they entered the gates, several stable hands greeted him as well as many of the soldiers in the King's army. Word spread throughout the castle grounds quickly, that Sir Daniel was home. By the time that Daniel had gotten to the courtyard, there were many people, soldiers, fellow Knights as well as common people cheering his triumphant return. When the horse stopped, Daniel dismounted first, then gingerly gathered Tessa from the mount as well. Other maidens rushed to Tessa's side to welcome her and comfort her into the castle grounds. King William then appeared on the steps of the court house. Daniel walked up the dozen steps and stopped in front of King William and bowed onto one knee. "We were victorious, My King!" The large crowd cheered loudly at his words. King William waited for Daniel to rise and spoke for all to hear, "Sir Daniel, senior Knight of my army, has returned with pride and honor from his final Crusade. Tonight he will rest. Tomorrow we shall all celebrate!" Again, the crowd cheered exuberantly. Aides to the King began to run in different directions, each knowing their roles to prepare for the feast and the festivities for the next day. King William draped his right arm around Daniel's shoulders and they turned to enter the Kings residence. "You have done a fine job, Daniel. I feel for you as a father would a son. Come, tell me all about the battle and how you are doing." Then the King lowered his voice almost to a whisper, "And you must tell me how you came upon such a lovely creature that came with you". The servants poured the finest wine into the goblets for the King and Sir Daniel, as they sat and talked. Daniel revealed to the King all of the details of the crusade and how he met upon Maiden Tessa. The king assured Daniel that the other maidens would take great care of Tessa's fragile state. Daniel asked a favor of the King, which he quickly granted. Daniel wanted Tessa to stay in his quarters. He wanted more information from her about her reasoning for coming to Thunder Castle. The maidens brought Tessa to his quarters after Daniel had taken a good long fragrant bath. He was in his night toga and looking into the darkness of the night from his opened window when she arrived. She was still wearing his cape from earlier in the day. He welcomed her into his room and dismissed the other maidens. "Have you eaten?", he asked. "Yes, Sire. The ladies have been very generous to me." He walked her to the bathing room where the tub water had been changed for her. Steam rose from the hot water as the chill from the night air basked over it. Daniel had placed several roses into the hot water just for her bath. "Take your time and relax, My Lady", he said as he pointed to the fresh, fragrant water. Tessa curtsied and replied, "Thank you Sire, I shall." Thirty minutes later as Daniel relaxed in his chair, Tessa came out from the bathing room wearing a sheer body veil. Her dark pink areolas shown through the sheer fabric as her nipples jutted against the material from the chilly night air. He could see a perfectly shaped triangle of hair at her crotch as well. His fire began to burn within him. It had been a solid two months since his last coupling, and that was with a local whore. Here was a beautiful maiden standing before him, luscious in every since of the word, wearing nothing between him and her but a see through veil. "Sir, I wish to repay you for your bravery and gallantry from earlier today." Daniel stood up, his toga being stretched from his growing man-root swelling to its full length and girth from the sight of this delectable woman. As if he had almost been insulted, but responding with a calm, soft voice, he said, "Lady Tessa, I do not expect repayment for your virtue. In fact I find it a bit ironic that you would be willing to give up your virtue as payment for protection of it." Tessa was embarrassed from his reply and quickly tried to cover her tender areas that were exposed through the sheer fabric. "I apologize Sir Daniel. It is all that I have to show for my gratitude. Do you not find me to be attractive?" "On the contrary My Lady! You are delicious in every way imaginable to my tired sore eyes and my randy mind. However, in my house, one does not have to owe for something that they had no control over. It is how I have lived since birth and my up bringing, and it is how King William has ruled this castle. So, please, get dressed before my desires overtake my rational thoughts," he said smiling brightly at her. Tessa smiled back at him and dropped her arm and hand that covered her vulnerable areas, taunting his eyes and mind as well. She walked towards him and stopped when she was a breasts length away from him. He felt her heat and smelled her fragrance of rose water and honeysuckle. "I am offering myself to you willing, Daniel. I am betrothed to no one and care for no one else. With your actions and your honor, you have won my heart and my mind. I remiss my offer of payment. I want to give to you of myself for more a selfish desire than strictly for your pleasure. I fear that I am growing beyond the age of being desirable." Daniel felt his cock surge with lust and passion with her words and her appearance. It was throbbing and his balls ached, yearning for release. He grabbed Tessa in his right arm around the small of her back and tugged her firmly into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed into his tall firm body. She could feel his large member making an impression into her lower tummy. He was so big. She felt herself grow weak in her knees and a bit faint with the thought of being filled with his cock. The largest thing that had ever been "inside" of her was one of her own fingers when she would bathe in the brook outside of her former castle. He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck after a long, hot lick. Then he pressed his lips against hers. Her supple full lips parted, and her tongue sneaked into his mouth. The feel of her tongue gliding over his sent his mind into a whirl. All he had ever had before was a common whore and he never kissed them much less touching their tongues! This new erotic sensation had his cock swollen to a higher rigidity. He had imagined doing all sorts of sordid taunts to the whores he had taken, but for health reasons, never applied them. Now, in his arms was a fresh pristine blooming flower, never having been taken before. His mind was reeling with all the thoughts he had suppressed for his thirty five years of existence. Suddenly, he recalled that Tessa was a maiden. A virgin. Never having been in contact with a male before. He would have to keep his lustful thoughts at bay for now. This was unlike any challenge before him, ever! He was trained and groomed to be forceful and aggressive as well as tactful. This required finesse. As willing as he was to reign death and destruction to his enemies, he now felt to give his all, in being gentle in the deflowering of this virgin. He picked Tessa up into his arms, her sheer veil flowing freely beneath her as he carried her to his bed. He placed her on the bed gingerly, like a fine piece of China. He kept the sheer veil covering her for now. He lay down next to her. Daniel leaned on his side, facing her flat reclining position. He rolled his chest onto hers, leaving her legs and punani uncovered. Again he began to kiss her deeply. He was anxious to feel her tongue against his. He wanted to taste her fresh clean mouth with his. While he kissed her, his right meaty hand roamed from her belly up to the bottom of her left breast. Slowly he slid his hand up onto her pliable mound until it covered it completely. He began to knead the soft flesh while they kissed. Their kisses became more intent the longer they were coupled, until they both were beginning to pant feverishly. Daniel moved his hand from her breast downward toward her tummy and stopped when he felt the soft fluff of her pubic hair. Tessa began to moan with pleasure as they kissed and Daniel began to wedge his hand between her thighs, grazing her puffy lips. She had never felt these feelings that wracked her body before. Her ample breasts tingled with excitement and her womb began to weep from deep inside her lower tummy. Even her toes were tingling as he set all of her carnal senses on fire with his touches. Suddenly, Daniel's man servant interrupted them by knocking loudly on the heavy wooden door of the bedroom entry way. "Sire, please forgive me for the interruption, but the King has called for you!" "Dammit, Thaddeus! I gave you instructions not to bother me. What is so important that it can't wait until the morning?" "Sir, I do not know what the King wants, but he instructed me to summon you. Please forgive me!," Thaddeus pleaded. "It is alright, Thaddeus. It isn't your fault. Tell King William I will be to his court momentarily." Tessa was beginning to breath heavily and very near her summit when the interruption happened, almost near the point of whimpering. "I am sorry dear Lady. I shall return with haste. Relax, if you can." He smiled saying that last comment, knowing that he was at a fever pitch and that she was near or had surpassed his passion level. Sir Daniel got up, tossed his dark blue heavy robe around him and headed for the King's quarters. As he knocked at the entryway to the Kings quarters, he could hear the voice of a man, frantic in his speech. King William acknowledged Daniel and invited him to enter his room. Kneeling before where the King sat at a large table, was a man clothed in tattered garb. When Daniel stood before the King, the man looked up at him as he sobbed. "My Lord, You summoned me?" King William said, " I apologize for interrupting you, Daniel. I know you must be tired and that you need rest, but this man claims to be the escort for a Lady Tessa, from the Highlands. He says that they were ambushed in the forest on their way here by the forest rats. He tells me that he attempted to ward them off but was out numbered and they captured the Lady, then beat him and left him for dead. Do you remember seeing anything on your way home, that we may help him with?" "My Lord, we should throw this coward into the dungeon to be tried by his people for being unfit to serve as anything more than typical farmer. The Lady that I arrived with IS the Lady Tessa from the Highlands. She told me that her escort ran with fear from the thugs and left her to fend for herself!" As Daniels scowl formed when he looked down at the whimpering man he said, "If you are lucky enough for our King not to have you thrown into the bowels of this castle for being a coward, and are allowed to return to your people, you should tell them that Lady Tessa is safe and sound, here. If your King would like, we will send a competent escort to return with her." The escort informed the King and Daniel, that their King had died several months ago and that Tessa was his daughter. She was coming here to ask for asylum here for her aged mother, while the new King, a ruthless tyrant, was given the throne. King William made several unsavory faces at the cowardly escort as he spoke, after having heard what Daniel had told him. Then he remarked, "I will not imprison you, ONLY because I insist that you return to the Highlands with my regards to the Queens servants with news that Lady Tessa is here and in safe keeping. Also, her mother, the Queen of the Highlands is more than welcome to be escorted here by our military for a safe haven for her remaining years." A Knight's Tail The escort, knowing that he had been given a break, quickly acknowledged the Kings message, then got up and left to return to the Highlands. Then the King turned to Daniel and said, "Return to your quarters my son and finish relaxing. Tomorrow we will discuss what has happened with the Lady Tessa." Daniel bowed, then turned and headed back to his quarters. He had one thing on his mind, and it wasn't the Queen. When he came into his room, he saw Tessa lying on her tummy looking out into the dark sky through the opened window near the bed. She still had the sheer body veil covering her. She was as enticing to him from the rear as she was from the front. As he tossed the heavy robe to the chair, Tessa rolled over. This time he removed his toga as well, leaving him totally nude at the end of the bed. Her eyes roamed over every inch of his nude frame. They paused for several seconds at his crotch as her curious eyes devoured his maleness. She had only seen a cock and balls from a distance as she would peek at the soldiers when they bathed in the pool of the lagoon. But now, there was Daniel, willing to offer her a close up view. "Where were we, My Dear?" Tessa was curious as to why the King had summoned him, but knew better than to ask. That was just a fleeting thought anyway. Her mind and body were filled with passion and the dire need for release. She, again lying on her back, reached her arms out, beckoning Daniel into her arms. He did not hesitate and climbed back on top of her, as before. Immediately they began kissing again. This time their fever pitch needed no build up. They were both burning with desire as though they had not had any interruption. When Daniel slid his hand back down between her legs this time, he moved the sheer veil from her body. Now, it was his hot hand against her burning flesh. Her legs spread apart as he slid his thick hand between them. His finger pawed at her soft, wet lips. He managed to wrangle his fore finger into her seeping opening. He removed it with her honey, coating the finger, and began rubbing between her lips until he found her stiffened nodule. He gently rubbed her clit back and forth while they explored each others mouths. After a few seconds of gentle rubbing, he increased the pressure. He swabbed her clit side to side feeling how the sensitive nub would spring back as he taunted it with his finger. Soon, Tessa began to cry out with her moans and he knew she was going to cum. When her legs clamped his hand between her legs, he knew she was at her peak and slid his middle finger into her, up to his second knuckle while he continued to rub her tingling trigger. He felt her tight velvet walls cinch around his finger as each wave of passion rode through her pussy and seeped her nectar onto his finger. While she lay still now, regaining her composure, Daniel held her closely to him. When she finally opened her eyes, he smiled and asked her, "Are you sure that you want me to take you as a man takes a woman?" "More than anything that I have ever wanted, Sire". He was convinced with her earnest answer and her words excited him more than he had ever been. By now, his cock was drooling with pre-cum. The dark pink head was completely shiny with it, and another clear pearl had already formed at the slit. Tessa saw the droplet at his tip and touched it with her fore finger. She smeared it with her thumb, feeling the slippery dew glide between her fingers. Then she tasted it as she touched her finger to her tongue. Daniel's passion grew to a higher intensity when he watched her taste of his essence. She closed her eyes and moaned with delight at his taste. Tessa asked if she may hold his man root in her hand. Daniel smiled and nodded. She grabbed his seven inch swollen cock with her soft delicate hand and clamped it around its girth. She felt the pulse as it throbbed. She slid her hand up from the base to the tip and back down again. She wasn't trying to jack him off, rather to enjoy the texture and the feel of his manliness. The more she explored, the firmer her grip became. She noticed that if she applied more pressure as she moved from the base upwards, more of the sticky dew seeped from the tip. She was so curious now, she put her tongue at the tip to taste more of his sweet fluid. Again, she slid her hand down the shaft and back up, never removing her tongue from the slit where the honey came from. Daniel began to pant and moan. Tessa didn't have to ask, rather, instinctively knew that this act was giving him great pleasure. What she didn't know, was what would soon follow the clear pre-cum. After several more up and down gripping motions, her tongue still in place at the head of his cock, Daniel felt his thighs tense and his belly tighten as the first splash of his cum plastered against Tessa's tongue. She was surprised at what happened and removed her tongue, but kept pumping up and down slowly and firmly. She was amazed as the white sticky fluid leapt into the air from the tip of his purple cock head, then drool down the shaft onto her hand. The contrast of dark purple head, laced with strings of thick white cum coated his cock and her hand as well. She was excited by the swelling of his cock as it expelled the creamy substance. Curious to a different level, Tessa placed her tongue back to the tip as his cock drooled out the remaining sperm. She noticed the taste was much different than the clear liquid from before. Enticing, in a different kind of flavor. Daniel finally regained his composure and was already plotting his next move. While his spent cock fell half flaccid, he got up from the bed and helped Tessa to stand with him. He walked her next to the opened window and stood her with her back against the stone. He then kneeled and told her to place her right leg up onto the arm of the chair next to them. She did as he asked. Daniel took his hands and spread her fluff away from her lips, parting it with his fingers. Through the pubic hair, he could see that her clit was still swollen and her lips still puffy. Her excitement glistened on her pubic hair as the bright moonlight shone down on them through the window. He shoved his face into the mire of her hair until he felt his lips touching the soft folds of flesh at her pussy. This was what he had always wanted to do when he had sex with the women in the brothels, but never dared. He was eager to taste her, as she had been to taste him. His tongue slid out and fell to her opening. He flicked his tongue in and out, gathering the nectar from her inner sanctum. He then licked straight up from her opening and knew that he done the right thing, when her hips bucked as his tongue slid over her clit. Again he performed the same maneuver several times, each time creating a stronger reaction from her. Finally, he deduced to stay at her clit, where he received the best reaction from her.Tessa moaned loudly as she felt another gnawing wave of pleasure race through her loins from her depths. Her thighs trembled against the cheeks of Daniels face as his tongue reigned a flurry of firm fast licks against her twitching clit. Tessa grabbed a handful of his auburn mane, as she felt her second climax flow from her womb onto her lovers wagging tongue. Daniel stopped licking when she stopped moaning and twitching to his touch. By now, Daniel was engulfed with burning passion once again. His cock was fully engorged and standing tall. He stood up and grabbed Tessa and pulled her to him. He placed his arms around her firm butt and lifted her up. Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Daniel buried his face into her breasts sucking and tugging at her erect nipples while he held her. He lowered her down until his standing cock was wedged between his belly and her splayed pussy lips. He began to lift her up, then down causing her pussy to glide up and down against his cock. Her clit would ride, pressed firmly against the underside of his hot cock for the full seven inches. She had not fully ebbed from her last orgasm before she felt another building quickly, as she rode his shaft. Soon, Tessa used her thighs and arms to lift her hips up and down against his shaft until she yelled out another shuddering climax. By now she was panting from two back to back climaxes and Daniel was panting for release, this time inside of this beautiful virgins womb. Tessa kissed him passionately and longingly as she ebbed from such an intense feeling she had just experienced. Daniel lifted her hips above his cock head and lowered her slowly until he could feel the heat of her sopping wet pussy opening resting firmly against the tip. He removed his hands from her butt cheeks. "Impale yourself upon my aching cock, Dear Tessa". She used her thigh muscles to lower herself. She eased down inch by agonizing inch feeling a fullness like she had never before felt. She had been told by the matrons as she grew older that her first time would be painful from the tearing of her virgin flesh. She knew that she had injured herself as a child while climbing a tree that tore her down there, and surmised that must be what they had warned her about. All she knew now, at this moment, there was no pain. Just a fullness and pressure inside of her womanhood. After what seemed like three full minutes, Tessa's hips were resting against the meaty thighs of Daniel. Then she began to lift back up on his cock. Soon she had a good steady rhythm going and Daniel was beginning to feel the tingling in his scrotum. He was convinced that Tessa was comfortable with his size inside of her and grabbed her butt in his hands again. Now he took command of their motions and pressed Tessa against the wall again. He began to thrust in and out of her fully. Each time her hips bottomed down on his cock, he would give a short hard jab forward, making sure to bump his cock base into her tender clit. From a distance, it looked like two wildcats entwined in a frantic display of heated sex. In fact, that's what it was. He pummeled in and out of her, hard, fast and fully so that with each thrust her breasts bounced and slapped at his face at their perfect level. When Daniel sucked a nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard, Tessa felt for the first time her body preparing to render a satisfying wave of lust and passion from her depths, through her pussy. She cried aloud as her waves of passion fled from her body with spasm after spasm on his swelling cock. Tessa envisioned how his cock looked and the sight of his white seed spurting from the purple tip from when she earlier used her hand to pleasure him, while she felt him filling her. Daniel felt the heat of his sticky white seed race through his cock and he began spurting his cum into her with each spasm from her twitching twat. They seemed to have orchestrated their climaxes with alternating spasms from her and splashes of hot cum from him. As they both receded from their tumultuous climaxes, Daniel carried his lover, still speared onto his cock, to the bed. He laid her gently down, as his cock slid easily from her slippery pussy. He crawled on the bed next to her as she rolled onto her side. He wrapped her into his arms and they began to fall off from consciousness to nocturnal. Before they did, Daniel whispered into Tessa's ear, "Welcome to Thunder Castle, My Dear. You are welcome to stay for as long as you like, along with your Mother." Tessa began to cry with joy at her new found home and all the new feelings she was encountering. "Thank you, Sir Daniel. I am sure we will be most happy here." Sleep fell on them quickly, as they stayed coupled in each others arms. A Knight's Tail The nightingales flicked and flashed through the forest air, diving around the tall elm trees that lined the earthen track. The orange sky of dusk tried in vain to pull the sun up again, though the silver moon lurked in the high, clear, star filled air. The sound of hooves dashed the silence like a heavy drum and broke the peace. All of a sudden a large grey horse burst through the bushes and thundered down the earthen track. It's rider was a tall, handsome man with long, flowing black hair and a clean shaven, determined face. His silver armour and gold hilted sword were a glinting blur as his steed flashed through the clearings of this old English wood. He gazed back with his wide, brown eyes to see three riders rip through the bushes where he came from onto the track and bare down on his mount. His heels dug into the horses side and the sweat and steam of the tiring beast filled the air around him. He had to think fast. The clanking of his assailants weapons echoed in his mind as he chased the thoughts which would lead him to safety. The forest finally broke onto moor land and his silhouette against the setting sun was like a great painting. His chasers came out of the woods and spurred towards him, though a gap had opened between the hunters and the pray due to thick bushes, false trails and a lot of luck. They appeared in time to see him break for another wood and so they followed in hot pursuit. The moor was still for a few moments after the chasing pack had passed into the forest and as the dragonflies danced in the dusk the grey horse and his silver rider slowly, and silently trotted down the hill and towards a lone farmstead, bright on the moor. The rider knew his horse was tired as it panted down the muddy hill towards the farm. He also knew that his assailants would not be fooled for too long so he looked to the barn on the edge of the farm where he could hide and maybe even get some sleep. The door was open as he led the animal into the large, dark, lofty barn where he removed it's saddle and hitched it to the post. He flung his armour and sword on the floor and sat in the dark pondering his difficult position. He must have drifted into a nervous sleep, because he was jolted into consciousness as the large door began to open, revealing a star filled sky. He drew himself up and hugged the wall, wishing that his sword was not on the other side of the barn, hidden with his armour under a hay cart . He tried desperately to stop breathing and wished that he could become part of the wall. A sword blade, rapier-like, slowly edged through the barn door, illuminated by a flickering candle. They'd found him. It was time to let his masculine strength and warrior instincts take over, and as the glove covered hilt appeared, he pounced. He grabbed the wrist, barrelled into the assassin and pulled him down to the floor with the rapier resting on a bare neck. As he struggled to keep his potential killer still he noticed that there was something amiss. There was no one else at the door, and the body in his muscular arms was slight and weak. By the light of the now stricken candle he saw, that in his arms was a young woman, blonde and slight, wearing white, cotton shirts and what was probably her father's gauntlet. With his hand still firmly placed over her mouth, he flung away the blade and turned her round. Her bright, wide, blue eyes looked up into his weathered, beautiful features as her breasts heaved in adrenalin and fear. She was quite beautiful, with slight features framed by flowing blonde locks which ran to the middle of her back. "Thou must not speak!" He whispered dramatically to her "I am a wanted man and the Lord of this land's men seek me at all hours. I mean you no harm, but you must be quiet". He slowly lifted the pressure from her face and her quivering red lips gasped for air. "You are a fool sir! Thou cannot stay here! My family and I will be banished for harbouring a criminal, though I would wish for his lordship's death each night." She whispered more in the darkness "What is your name sir? And what is your crime that you must hide in here?" "My name is Richard of Kent, son of the king's best man and my crime is one of passion. I had loved your Lord's daughter without a word of marriage and had been discovered by her brother. Please, I ask of you one night where I may hide away and on the morrow I will leave". But as he said this the sound of galloping hooves filled the night air and shouts could be heard through the gaping door. To his surprise the girl grabbed his hand and led him hurriedly up the rickety, wooden ladder and into the hayloft, but not before Richard had stamped out the candle. They flung their bodies into the hay as the first of the men stepped through the door. Richard now lay on top of the girl, both bathed in moonlight from a large window some feet above them, and he heard the hunters talk. "Is that his horse? I'd swear I saw a light here" "There is no-one here you fool and every time we stop for your pointless investigations he gains ground towards London!" said a voice from outside a door "Even Kent isn't stupid enough to lay up in such an obvious hide away. Come, there is a town three miles from here, and I'll wager it is there where he lies" "Fine, but I'll swear I saw a light" said the man as he walked back into the night. Richard lay perfectly still, aware of a body bellow him for some minutes before he looked down and into those deep, innocent eyes. "What is your name?" he asked as he surveyed her perfect little body, her shirt merely hugging her curves "Jenny" she managed as her breathing began shorten. She found herself moving her hand from her side and onto his thigh. He gazed down and then back into her amazing eyes. Her hand, trembling slightly, edged up, over his hip and up, under his shirt and over his defined, moist chest. He lent his head down and kissed her soft, luscious lips, pressing himself onto her mouth and tasting her. The young woman moaned and sighed as she moved her hands all over and around his body, feeling his muscle-bound back, his bulging arms and his broad shoulders. As he kissed her, he ripped open her shirt to reveal her perfect breasts, not too, large, but round enough to be sure she was a woman. Her small nipples were rigid with excitement as he moved his firm hands over and massaged them slowly, cupping each in turn and arousing her even further. As they continued this embrace, her hands moved down and un-laced his britches until they were loose enough for her to pull them just enough to reveal his proud and ample manhood. She pulled at it and caressed it as she gained more confidence and eventually it was a hard a rock. She pulled up her shirt as he positioned himself above her, still massaging her breasts and kissing her neck under the light of the twinkling stars. He eased himself into her wet, warm vagina and she gasped as his large cock pushed into a place of pleasure and excitement. She came instantly and let out a loud moan as her body convulsed in ecstasy and she writhed in the rough straw as if she had touched heaven and sipped ambrosia. He began to move slowly, getting slightly deeper with each thrust, grunting with manly concentration and great skill as he found her spot. He pushed carefully, teasing her and changing his rhythm as he continued to lose himself in her eyes. As he sped up and got deeper she came again, harder and faster than before as concentrated passion exploded in her pussy, melting her mind and forcing her back to arch wildly. It happened again and again in quick succession forcing her to gasp for breath, like a swimmer, in love with the perfect water, but needing the air to survive. Her head was dizzy, drunk on delightful bliss, as with one of his large, masculine hands in the centre of her back he thrust, now answering his own needs. He pounded hard, as she moaned and sighed with delight, crying for more. His thrusts were like a machine, hitting the spot time and time again in the writhing body below him. Thrusting and pounding and grunting with all the effort he came. She felt his juices explode inside her and she came once again, in time with him as he gasped and shouted and felt his power. He thrust slowly a few more times and then collapsed beside her in the hay, the pair of them panting in the silver light. He reached over and pulled her on top of him and kissed her passionately. Their tongues met and tasted each other as his hands moved down her side and into her groin where he idly played with her clitoris. After some minutes of this embrace, he pulled away and stood up, his manhood and his muscles framed against the window. "More?" he asked her. She nodded and got to her knees where she took his beast in her hands and slowly put it to her lips. She kissed and caressed the head of his penis before she opened her mouth and struggled to get her lips around the throbbing, hard column. As it slid in and out of her mouth, he sighed and rested his hands on his head where he played with her long, golden hair. When his dick had become as hard as it would get he withdrew it and lifted her gently up and gestured towards the ledge of the window. She lent down and placed her hands on the ledge so she bared her peachy rump towards him, and he grabbed her hips and moved himself into position. She felt his wet cock press against her arse, which convulsed with excitement and relaxed to allow this forbidden pleasure. He pressed harder and as he softly penetrated her, she sighed, in delightful pain as she experienced a feeling, unlike anything else. It was like a beautiful abomination as he edged inside of her, igniting unknown fires. He eased in and out again, gently giving her a pleasure unique to those previous as she moaned and began to press back on him. He now moved with more rhythm as she reached back to play with her clit while he reached round to caress he breasts. He began to move harder still as she moaned with excitement and blissful, agonising and alien feelings. He began to carefully speed up, pumping his dick inside of her arse, gritting his teeth with primal excitement as she came again. More intense than before, she moaned from her gut and her knees weakened as the blood rushed through her again. Then he came, with little more than a grunt as he stood, like an all conquering gladiator surveying his quarry. She rose carefully and lifted her arm to bring his head towards her and they kissed again. He withdrew himself and the two lay down, locked in each others arms as they drifted into a secure and blissful slumber Jenny was awoken by dawn's early light streaming into the barn with the sounds of an airborne chorus crying for food and love. She turned to look into Richard's firm and handsome features but was met with an empty space behind her. She stood up, clutching her torn shirt around her and gazed around in search of her wild, wonderful lover, but he was nowhere to be found. She looked down and saw no horse, no clothes and no armour. She could hear her father working in the fields as she ran down the steps to look out of the door, but he was gone. She sighed and looked to the horizon as she wondered if, or when, Richard of Kent would return to her...