0 comments/ 9093 views/ 2 favorites A Knight's Tail Ch. 02 By: JohnnyA10 The lamps burned in the windows of the old inn, nestled on the outskirts of Oxfordshire in a small, river-side town. It swept away, extended so many times to accommodate more and more ills, and it was bathed in white wash and rotten wood. What would have been a quiet night was disrupted by bursts of noise as the door of the "Olde Red Lion" pub, swung open periodically to allow some of it's reprehensible inhabitants to fall in the mud and throw up bad meat and good beer. Carriages and carts gave the sprawling inn a large birth as the passed by, knowing all too well what sort of establishment it was. The inside was a murky, damp, bustling and intimidating place, filled with soldiers, thieves, drunks and assassins. Candles cast distorted shadows on the once white, now yellowed grey and damaged walls, and they danced to the sound of thunderous singing, barbaric brawling and never-ending drinking. Stein's slammed on rickety and often repaired wooden tables and the shouts of fat drunk men, leering at and leaching over the resident prostitutes, all covered in the thick, poisonous and cheap lead make-up that the alchemists produced, filled the air. Missing teeth, dead eyes and few clothes were all that were needed to inspire the libidos of the villainous crowd. This was a place of sin, death and as much a vision of hell as anything else on earth. In one corner, quietly sipping his beer, sat Richard of Kent, lost in his own thoughts and oblivious to the mayhem surrounding him. He was thinking about Jenny, the farmer's daughter who had saved his life by hiding him in a hayloft where they had made love through the night. The young woman's perfect body moved through his head, and he hated himself for leaving her before the sun had risen. But if her father had found them he would have summoned his landlord's men and Richard would have been more than fortunate to evade the killers twice. It was selfish, and he did regret it all, but he couldn't risk himself, or her and this was the only way. He glanced up at the girls, plying their trade at the bars and exciting the animals who killed too much to care. Once upon a time, they would have done for him. As he watched them, the door swung open, to reveal a Lady. A real Lady, with fine jewellery, expensive gowns and three servants in tow. A hush fell over the fetid room as animals and whores turned to stare at the rich, woman whose cape fell from her to reveal a beautiful, dark haired, Mediterranean skinned head, decorated with luscious, wine-red lips and smouldering dark eyes. Her older servant moved forward from the open door and implored to the static, festering crowd; "Gentlemen, my name is Miguel and this lady is my mistress. She is Lady Isabella, daughter of Don Francisco of Madrid, in Spain. Our carriage has collapsed and our horses need rest. May we impose on you for food and shelter?" As they stood by the door, a mountain arose from a large table. "Dead Fox" Smith, a man so notorious that Richard knew him as a barbaric killer who fought with a six foot long broadsword and reportedly ate his victims(or parts of them) after he had butchered them, wiped the beer from his matted, rotten beard. He stood at almost seven feet tall and was followed by eight or nine other bandits, who looked into his malevolent, grey eyes for orders and instructions. "I'd say this bitch could lay with me! I'm sure I could find some room in my bed!" He boomed to the room in general. A chorus of laughs from his cronies were met with stares of puzzled fear from the new-comers. Smith moved from his bench and slowly paced around his table as the laughter died away. "And why not my dear?" He asked mockingly, still moving around the table "I'd wager you would find it warm! And I'd have a toy for you to play with, should you not drift off!" One of the lady's servants, incensed by such insults, moved towards the disgusting hulk and was met by a dagger, flying through the air, which hit him square in the face. He dropped silently to the floor as one of Smith's companions sat back down with a face filled with grim satisfaction. "This, my girl is what happens when people deny me what I want. You won't deny me, will you?". Smith was now in front of the woman, stopping just a foot away from her, so that she could smell his fetid, diseased and disgusting body. As he lent forward, all hell broke loose. Richard recalled later that everything happened in such a blur, that it went in still frames. There was a small metallic "click" and in a blur Isabella's knee shot upwards into "Dead Fox" Smith's gut. As he buckled, and blood trickled over the dirty floor, his band stood up, and were met with a hail of arrows as the woman's two remaining servants produced two crossbows each. Chaos erupted all around Richard who pulled out his sword and dashed into the fray. The prostitutes screamed, beer mugs hit the floor, tables tipped and everyone scrambled to the doors. Richard caught one of Smith's gang with a slash at neck height. He ducked a wild swing from another and rose to stab home his sword in the man's gut. When he pulled his sword away he turned to be met by another blade. As he surveyed the room, he noticed it was now empty. Bodies lay on the floor, and at the end of the sword pointed between his eyes was Lady Isabella. Her servants and Smith's gang all lay dead. "Why do you help me sir?" She said in a voice dripping of Spain and sunshine. "It is not to my liking to see a woman attacked" Said Richard, carefully avoiding any sudden movements. "But it would seem that me services are superfluous. You fight with great skill". She lowered her sword and looked towards her fallen men. "It would appear that I now need just one room, seignior. But for safety's sake I would ask to sleep in yours?" They walked into Richard's large room at the back of the inn. Spartan though it was, it's white walls were illuminated by a single, thick candle. Richard went over to the small bed and pushed his things aside. As he turned to offer his mattress to her and suggest the floor for himself he was pushed to the bed. Isabella had leapt on top of him and was kissing him frantically. Her thick lips pushed against his and her tongue met little resistance as it pushed into his mouth. Jenny's image flew from his mind as he kissed this sensational, seductive, Spanish maiden. His hands ran down her sides as she clawed at his back, bringing him closer to her. He felt her peachy, firm rump and squeezed it as she moaned and panted. Her dark hair fell over his face as she ripped his shirt in two and began to kiss his chest. Still in shock, he looked on as she pulled apart his jerkin and wrapped her mouth around his semi-erect penis. His head fell back as she ran his cock in and out of her mouth, applying pressure with her lips and wrapping her athletic tongue around the shaft and head. His helmet swelled and his manhood began to stiffen as she took all of it inside her hot mouth, sucking and licking it and matching every contour with perfect oral movements. She pushed in all nine inches and gagged with joy as he shuddered and moaned in delight. For five minutes, she suckled at his penis, enjoying it and willing it to stiffen up and become her personal source of excitement. With one hand on the base of his shaft, she took the now solid dick from her mouth and shot the dazed Richard a cheeky smile before she kissed and swallowed at his balls. "I want this beast inside of me" she said as she stood up, undoing the buttons on her dress. Her garments fell away with ease revealing a petite body with large firm breasts which held small, brown nipples. Her tanned legs lead to a shaven pussy, dripping with anticipation and as she moved towards Richard, she rubbed her breasts. Richard backed on to the bed, silent with delightful surprise as she straddled him. She sat on his cock and with one hand placed the head of his manhood in her wet cunt. She pushed down and sighed inwardly, with a determined glint in her eye. She began to rock back and forth and up and down as he moaned and she licked her lips. "Fuck me hard" she said in a low, determined voice. His cock was now deep inside of her, feeling his way through the purple, convulsing tunnels, caught up in this fantastic moment. She pulled at her hard nipples, stimulating as much of her own body as she could. Isabella bounced up and down, enveloping him and guiding her blood to her most sensitive points. Her lust for pleasure made her work harder, with a determined look creeping across her face, as the beads of sweat began to form on her brow. Her hands moved up to her hair as she began to speed up, pumping her thighs as he stroked her legs and played with her clit. She was now rocking, leaning forward and grunting with satisfaction, fucking him harder than ever before. Her animal had taken over her body, and prehistoric, deep down lust was all it was concerned with. She came, shouting "fuck me. fuck me" and screaming with delight. Her juices ran down his cock and gushed onto the bed bellow as she came again. She slowed down, panting hard and full of lust. She lifted herself from him and before he could get up, she had turned round and was pushing his eager penis into her arse. She sat briefly, enveloped in pure ecstasy before she began to rock again. Pushing against the back of her G-spot his cock rubbed away inside of her making her scream with joy. She had done this before and she knew what she was doing. He was her toy and this lady knew what she wanted to play. Forcing herself on to his piece, she shot her cum all over the bed and let out more, faster and louder moans. Her bent, squatting knees bounced in sexual frustration as she forced her body to do what she wanted. Richard pushed up and made her cum again, grunting with the effort, before, after letting out one last, fantastic moan, she got up again in fast determined speed. "Now for you, seignior" she said, pushing her unkempt hair away from her sweat covered brow. Before Richard knew what was happening she had his cock in her mouth again, sucking and wanking like never before. Running her right hand up and down Richards pole, feeling it get hotter and tenser. Straining her neck muscles she pumped away so hard that it was not a minute before Richard came, shooting his spunk into her wanting mouth, and she sucked up each drop, revelling in this wonderful moment. She kept sucking, more softly now as his penis grew flaccid again, having berformed it's duty. Calmer now, she moved her way up, and lay on top of the knight, slowly massaging his chest. It occurred to him that judging by her skin and face she could not be older than 20, yet she had fucked him like a professional. She now purred like a kitten as their skin stuck to each other in wonderful embrace. He woke up to the sound of a cockerel welcoming the dawn, alone in his now bright room. There was no sign of Isabella, but there was a note on his table. It read; "Dear Richard Thank-you for a wonderful experience. I must confess that it was no coincidence that we met last night. Many good reports of your prowess had made it as far as Madrid, and now another will follow. I hope we meet again, Isabella. P.s. You didn't even introduce yourself to me, you know? Feel free to visit me in my embassy in London should you care for some etiquette lessons." He dropped the note, and began dressing, still dazed from the whole experience. Who was this Isabella, and what would he do now? Go back to Jenny, or head to Isabella? Richard stood and gazed through the window towards the river. And he smiled. A Knight's Tail Ch. 03 Richard's Grey Horse trotted down the crowded London streets, following the path of the mighty Thames. Low clouds hung delicately in the air, whipped into fluffiness by a light breeze as the knight took in his crowded surroundings. Tall, ancient and magnificent buildings rose up from the cobbled streets, sheltering the tinkers and tradesmen trying to sell their wares and services. He was surrounded by the sounds of Smithies and their forges, horses, arguments, the buzz from taverns and the everyday bustle of courtiers and nobles passing through the poorer parts of town on their way to the palaces and official buildings. Richard was heading for the political region of Westminster, in search of the embassy of the royal court of Madrid. He had recently been mysteriously seduced by Lady Isabella Francisco who somehow knew his name and of his reputation as a gifted lover, and after much contemplation he had decided to find her again in the sprawling stone and thatch animal that was London town. He wanted answers. It was as if she had hunted him down, just to seduce him and had left in the early hours suggesting he follow her. He wanted to go and search for his lost love, Jenny who lived in the country, but curiosity and sheer physical attraction to a woman who had dominated him like no other drew him to the city. He wanted more. As he approached the centre of the political heart of Westminster, the clothes of the people around him grew finer, more powdered wigs, coats of arms and ornate architecture could be passed in wider, cleaner roads. He stabled his horse at an inn and, still wearing parts of his armour began to wander around, looking up from doorway to doorway to read in heavy, gothic script the names of their occupants. The courts of Florence, Paris, Constantinople and Amsterdam passed by, all adorned with proud, billowing flags and watched over by armed guards in various uniforms. The flag of Madrid was nowhere to be seen and after an hour or so of searching, Richard sat down in an inn, rubbing the coarse stubble on his strong jaw and wondering what he could do next. He contemplated forgetting it all and heading back for Jenny, or retiring to his fathers house for a period of rest. He felt lost and tired. As he sipped his beer, depressed at the futility of his search a figure in a dark, hooded cloak sat down on the opposite side of his table. "Senor, you seek Lady Isabella? I can take you to her." said a female voice, which sounded like it rolled out of an orange grove on sun drenched, Mediterranean foot hills, from beneath the hood. Richard's eyes stared in shock at the space beneath the hood. "Who art thou?" he demanded "And how in the seven circles of Hell did thou know of my quest?" The silky Spanish voice, much softer than anything Isabella was capable of replied, "I am of no importance, but if thou follows me, I will take you to her world." she stood and walked towards the door as Richard choked down the last of his beer and hurriedly followed her out. They walked down the streets in silence, gliding in between horses and men, like a determined arrow, intent on fore filling it's goal without distraction. He passed the same embassies as before and still saw no sign of Madrid's flag. The caped girl stopped suddenly in the street and motioned Richard down an alleyway, which was dark and almost invisible between two other elaborate embassies. He walked down it, now followed by his guide who pointed to an unmarked simple door not more than 20ft down the passage. He knocked, and after a brief interval it opened to reveal darkness behind it. He stepped into the gloom and heard the door close behind him. He stood in pitch for a minute or two, before a thick curtain was swung back to reveal glimmering gold and what must have been a thousand candles illuminating a gloriously decorated tunnel of a room. After gazing at the room he turned to ask something of his guide, who was nowhere to be seen. He began walking into the room, over warm stone floors, littered with fine silk cushions and beautiful fainting couches with a large bed in the centre. The walls were covered with eastern art in the form of mosaics depicting strange figures doing even stranger things to each other, bending in the most unbelievable positions. Gold leaf and candles floated in large glass bowls, while exotic incense burned by the side of a large pool which dominated the far wall of the room. He stood in the glimmering light and the hot, moist air gazing in disbelief at his sumptuous surroundings. "It's not the official reception room, you'll understand, but my friends prefer less obvious surroundings and a lack of windows." said Isabella's voice from behind him. She was nearly naked, except for a bejewelled, gold belt with a long white cotton loincloth flowing between her strong, tanned thighs. Her hair was up, in a bundle of black curls and her large, sumptuous and perfectly formed breasts were oiled and glistened in the bright candle light. "Who are you?" asked Richard as a group nearly naked figures, both male and female, filtered into the room and took up relaxed positions on the couches around him. Some wore masks while others had had their skin painted in bright patterns. "You know who I am, Richard, but I think you wanted to ask the question 'why am I so interested in you?' Am I right?" "This is so." replied Richard stiffly. "I am renowned throughout the world as a woman of insatiable desires. I have travelled as far as India and committed carnal acts with the most virile and beautiful men who have lived in these times" Richard listened to Isabella speaking at length of sexual encounters where she claimed to have slept with monsters, taken part in orgies with the rich and powerful and found men with the largest tools and reputations to fore fill all of her wants. She boasted of re-enacting every scene that covered her walls and how she had used her body to make her father powerful. "I had heard of you, while I was in London. The magnificent Richard of Kent who fucked like a machine and loved like a God. I was not disappointed when we met at the inn, though my spies told me that you were not as concentrated as you would have been." Richard was bemused to hear of spies, but not too surprised to hear that his reputation had travelled. But now his mind was drawn back to Jenny, who he missed with every second and every fibre of his life. His guilt returned, wishing he had headed back to the farm and made her his wife. "You're thinking of young Jenny aren't you?" asked an almost telepathic Isabella. "How do you know about her?" asked a shocked Richard "I never mentioned her to you." "I have many eyes, my dear" said a smug Isabella "Even those in dark barns on lonely farms." Had there really been someone there, that night? Before Richard had time to absorb this shocking information, the Spanish beauty strolled towards a red, velvet curtain and tugged at a thick rope beside it. When she tugged, the curtain fell away and to his shock and amazement, there, wearing the same non-uniform as Isabella, was Jenny. Her blonde hair hugged her shoulders and her perfect little breasts gleamed with an almost divine light. Her innocent eyes, darted nervously around the room before they landed on Richard, who stood, mouth open with astonishment. "Richard!" she shouted and ran towards him. He took her in his arms and held her tightly to his chest, kissing her head as she wrapped her arms around his muscle bound body. Their embrace lasted for some time, before they parted slightly and gazed into each others eyes. "I wanted to come back to you, but I didn't want to risk your life..." he started but she put her hand to his lips. "It's okay. Isabella has told me everything. I understand." The two turned to look at Isabella who was now sitting on the large bed in the centre of the room, smiling with devious delight. "How can we ever thank-you?" asked Richard in naive innocence. "It is curious that you should mention this, my dear." said a smug Isabella "I would ask of you, some entertainment. I think you know what I mean." She rose from the bed and gestured for them to take her place. As the two moved over to the soft, down filled, silk covered mattress, the Lady sat on a fainting couch and clicked her fingers. A woman came over and knelt on the floor in front of her and placed her head beneath the loincloth. "The stage is yours." Richard sat beside Jenny on the bed and cupped one of her exquisite, familiar, little breasts. He leant in to her and kissed her quivering lips, feeling the softness which he had dreamt of ever since that night. Tenderly, he lightly pressed his mouth to hers and she moaned as his thumb circled her nipple. The room melted away as she placed her hand on his leg, and began to stroke his strong thigh. The kisses slowly became more intense, tongues first probing and now exploring willing mouths tasted each other. His fingers tugged at her nipples, making her moan and shudder while her hand moved from his leg to caress his chest. He pulled off his shirt and loosened his britches while she pulled the belt from her waste. As they continued to kiss, her hand shot down to his trousers and she slowly fondled and caressed his cock. Her warm hand coaxed his piece into life and before long, she was wanking him off as the blood began to harden him. His hand slipped to her side as he slowly leaned her back onto the soft bed, where his long dark hair fell across her face while hers spread over the silken sheets. His hand then found it's way to her warm, moist pussy. He fondled it's soft lips and rubbed it with gentle but firm fingers which soon found their way deeper into it's welcoming heat. He stood and moved in between her legs before he lowered his head and bent to his knees. He kissed the inside of her thighs while she played with her breasts, purring and giggling to herself. His kisses moved agonisingly close to her crotch before he went back to her inner thigh, building her up slowly before he moved in. His kisses eventually got to her wet cunt where they became tender, probing licks. His hot breath and rough tongue made her instantly soaking and her moans grew louder with every stroke. His lapping got faster and deeper before two of his fingers found their way into her pink space exciting her beyond containment. She came, convulsing on the bed in throws of ecstasy as her sweet nectar ran into his sucking, licking mouth. As she calmed, she sat up and pulled Richard to standing so that his cock was inches away from her face. She lifted it at the base with one hand and slowly slid the head into her mouth, tickling it with her tongue and sucking it hard. She began to slide it in and out of her mouth, brushing it with her teeth and taking it deeper with each movement. Richard looked up and groaned with comfort and pleasure as she began to take it ever more in her hot mouth. She gagged slightly as it touched the back of her throat, but kept going, harder and faster still while she massaged his balls with her free hand. Richard placed his hands on her head like he had done in the barn. He began to slowly move his hips, fucking her face and growing in excitement. When he felt he was ready he lifted her up and moved her so she was kneeling on the bed. He placed his hands on her hips and touched the head of his dick to her pussy lips. He slowly pushed his beast inside of her and she came again, fluid trickling down her legs as he pumped slowly, getting deeper inside of her. He grunted. She moaned. His cock pushed into her cunt and she screamed in delight as he moved his hips and squeezed her sides. He began to fuck her hard and she came over and over again, her body responding to her throbbing clitoris and her joy filled heart. His pumping got even faster until she thought she would die of delight before he came. The feeling of his juices mixing with hers made her cum once again and this glorious happening between her legs felt alien but beautiful. He withdrew and before Richard knew what was happening she had turned around and was sucking their cum from his cock, not wasting a single drop. While she was doing this, the room began to filter back into view. Groups or pairs of people were engaged in sex, and Isabella herself had discarded her woman and was currently sandwiched between two men, filling both of her holes as she came with euphoric shouts, grunts and moans. Richard lifted Jenny up and whispered into her ears "Our love does not belong in this place. We have paid the woman what we owed, now let us leave in love, before she makes us join this circle" Jenny nodded and ran behind the curtain to put on her clothes while Richard dressed. They met at the door and moved silently through it as the orgy continued. Two hours later, Isabella lay naked on her couch, reflecting on a good day. The caped girl approached her and knelt in submission to her mistress. "What news of Kent and the girl, Maria?" asked the fulfilled Isabella. "They have left London and are heading for the south coast, my Lady. Our agents follow them and will continue to do so until you say otherwise." said the girl. Isabella chuckled and lent forward so that she kissed the head of Maria. "Do not worry, my dear. I am sure we shall be seeing more of Richard and his woman. I am sure..."