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One Day In Surewould Forest Ch. 01

By: Throbbin Wood



Some days it's no fun being the leader of a band of slightly merry men, and a few very merry maidens. Oh and of course there are the odd few who really can't decide. Getting good tights is nearly impossible too, they either ladder when climbing trees or they get caught on my sword or my quiver full of arrows. But there are times when life has its good points.

Take last week for instance. Big John, he's the dwarf, was trying to teach Lusty Dangler, the jester, how to fire a bow and arrow without almost killing himself in the process. It was long, slow work, mainly because Lusty kept forgetting to take the safety off his bow. 

It was such a laugh watching him trying to remember that the pointy end of the arrow went at the front, and the feathery bit went at the back. I decided that the safest place to stand was right in front of him. This became obvious after Stan, who was standing behind them got shot in the ass. 

I worry about Stan. He has this habit of wearing a maiden's silken slip and keeps insisting that he's the devil incarnate. I don't know how much credence to give his claims, but the cloven hooves, the horns and the pointy tail are causing quite a commotion. I'm not sure what breed his dogs are but I'm sure the red eyes aren't all that common.

We're never stuck for entertainment round the fire in our secret camp. I hope I'm safe in saying it's just on the outskirts of Littingham. The town itself is ok but some of the inhabitants are just downright weird. More of them later, though. Our resident minstrel is a strange little person who goes by the name of Maid Moron. The lads and I wonder whether she really is a maiden or not under her raiment, and we can't understand what the hell she's done to her shoes.

As you can imagine, when you live in the forest like we do the ground is a little messy underfoot and we can't decide if she can't afford shoes as regularly as the rest of us because she has made the heels tower over the ground with spiky things at least 15 inches high. She totters about like someone possessed, and it doesn't help that she is never seen without a flagon of mead that she sips. Oh, no quaffing for that one. Proper stuck up she is. But I suppose the heels keep her feet away from the ever-present danger that is Stan's dogs' crap. It sits on the ground, steaming and if you look closely at it you'd swear you could see fire in it. I don't know what Stan feeds them but it can't be healthy.

And her nails. Every time you see her she's doing something to them. Either picking dirt out of them with one of the dozens of weapons she keeps hidden in her garments, or applying some sort of coloured mud to them with a stick. We think she uses the dogs' crap mixed with woad and the blood of the animals we kill for food. Weird.

We had a really good haul the other day. Lillian Rose, she's the clever one in the gang. Always scribbling on some bit of parchment or other. No idea what she writes but they appear to be stories. All I know is its bloody entertaining when she tells us tales. Well she heard that a royal coach would be coming through Surewould Forest the following day, loaded down with gold and precious gems and stuff. Now that's not something we hear on a regular basis so we decided to check it out.

Lusty and Big John took up positions in a couple of trees by the side of the trail, Maid Moron didn't want to get involved as she was worried about chipping a nail or some such excuse. We figured the voices in her head told her not to go. Said it was the voice of Billy Magnet or Business Manager or something like that, we didn't hear her properly through her drunken ramblings. 

Stan was just by the side of the trail with one of his dogs. Bloody great black thing with teeth like a tiger, spittle dripping from its' mouth, setting fire to the grass as it hit the ground. Its' little red beady eyes looking full of harm and hatred for the world in general. It wears a leather collar with 2 inch metal studs on it, with a little metal disc, on which Stan has scratched the word, 'Tinkerbell'. We had a good laugh at that and said he should call it Fluffy instead.

There were a few more of the lads scattered about behind various bushes and trees. Dale Tufare, (we think he's French) was nearly peeing his pants he was so scared, and Lillian kept jumping from behind a bush and tickling him to try and speed up the process so we could all have a good laugh when the inevitable happened.

We waited most of the morning, figuring the tip-off we got was wrong when Lusty spotted the coach from his perch in the tree and gave a bird call to warn the rest of us. He said it was the noise a penguin made but it sounded more like a cat trying to go to the toilet through a sewn up bum. Anyway, sure enough the coach came round the last corner before our ambush and we all jumped out from hiding. 

As Stan held the coach at a standstill with the help of Tinkerbell we all had a bloody good laugh at Dale. Yup, he peed himself. We knew he would as he always does. So we had stopped it. Cool. Now all we had to do was see if it actually did contain the riches we were promised it would. It had the crest of the Sheriff of Littingham on each door, just above the go-faster stripe.

As the rest of the lads went to look in the boot of the coach I swaggered (I'm good at that. I practice) to the door and yanked it open. Looking at me was a lady. Wow, she was stunning, dressed in the finest silk gown I had ever seen. She had pearls at her throat and a diamond studded thing on her head. She looked a right posh bird and loaded to boot. 

I took off my hat with a flourish, bowed low and said, 'Good morning milady, Throbbin Wood at your service. Please don't be alarmed, we aren't going to harm you, despite what we appear to have done to your coachmen, although I admit, in years to come, and after the invention of accident and emergency procedures, future coachmen may survive. Unfortunately, yours didn't'.

She looked scared, but also a little flushed as she tried to hide behind her lace fan. She was looking at me over the top and I swear she was checking me out. After all, these tights don't hide much and it had been some time since, well, you know.

'Might I enquire as to your name milady?' I asked. God, I can be a right charmer when I put my mind to it, then I flashed her my best smile. 

'I am The Lady Lorna,' she replied. 'Can you tell me the purpose of this interruption to my journey?' 

I excused myself and shouted to the lads that I was going to accompany the lady inside the carriage and they were to take it back to our secret camp where we could loot it properly. They bitched and moaned as usual, complaining that they had to walk while I rode but I just told them it was tough and to get on with it.

I moved back to the side of the coach and climbed in, closing the door after me. I looked at her as I sat opposite her and gave her my number two smile, the disarming one. 'I apologise for the rude interruption milady but we are confiscating your coach and its' contents and donating them to a better cause'.

'You mean, you're giving them to the poor?'

'Poor? Milady, do I look like a wealthy man? No, we are the poor who will benefit from it, let the other rabble fend for themselves and do their own dirty work. No, we will take the gold and other valuables, chop the coach up for firewood, this forest is protected you know, and we will feed from the horses. And Stan's dogs can have the bones'.

'And what of me, a defenseless maiden, alone in the world with no-one to protect me from ruffians like you?' She almost cried.

'Ruffian? Me?' I smiled, 'Oh milady, that's a bit harsh. I may live in the forest, surrounded by a band of outlaws but I'm certainly no ruffian'.

I removed my hat as she lowered her fan and my first impression was right, she was gorgeous. Her skin was the colour of finest marble, without the veiny bits running through it, her eyes sparkled and her rich, full lips pouted slightly. I'm not ashamed to say I felt a stirring in the confines of my tights.

'And as for you Milady Lorna, I think I may claim you as my spoils from this escapade, you would make a pretty prize and no mistake'. As I spoke I leant forward, reached out a hand and touched the soft, smooth skin of her cheek. It felt like the smoothest velvet under my fingertips and as my fingers caressed, she let out a tiny gasp. Whether of shock or pleasure I wasn't sure. My eyes fell to her bosom, revealed above the neckline of her gown, surprised to see it heaving slightly, and a very pleasant sight it was too.

My hand moved from her face and fell to where my eyes lingered, the skin of her bosom every bit as soft, although warmer than her face. She let out another little gasp as my fingers roamed over her skin and as I let them drop to the lace of her bodice her eyes went wide. I just had to pull the lace and see what happened. I'm glad I did, as upon releasing it her breasts fell forward and I heard her sigh softly. That must have been damn tight; the poor girl could hardly breathe.

'Is that more comfortable milady?' I asked, my eyes looking into hers, gratified to see a hunger there that must have matched my own.

She said nothing, just trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and raised a hand to her face. I slowly pulled the lace undone, revealing more flesh as I did, until I had it all released. I let my hand move inside her bodice and found a very swollen nipple that, as I rolled it between finger and thumb seemed to grow even more. Her little gasp had changed into a low growl, right in the back of her throat as I felt her hand close over my wrist and gently move it so I could do the same to her other nipple as I did to the first.

'Why milady, it appears you find this pleasurable', I said, smiling. 'Perhaps I can do something equally as pleasurable with my other hand?' I let it move to gather up her gown, raising it up her legs until I could feast my eyes on her stockings, adorned with pink garters covered in roses at the tops. She surprised me by holding her gown so my hand was free to move unencumbered. 

Her bloomers were of the finest silk and so cool to the touch as my fingers moved across them, my other hand still busy inside her bodice, alternating from one nipple to the other and back. I pulled at the front of her garments and felt it open wider as the carriage started moving over the uneven ground. With no thought of anyone or anything else I buried my face between her breasts and feasted on the soft flesh.

The movement of the carriage caused my mouth to never linger long in one place as we were jostled within. My hand now pressed with more urgency at the front of her silk bloomers, aware of her heat and moisture. Losing myself in her heady scent I reached to my belt, drew my dagger and cut the silk away from her, exposing her wet centre to my hungry eyes. As she felt the air on her she let out a low moan from deep in her throat. 

I stood as best I could within the confines of the carriage, bracing myself with my shoulders against the roof and tugged down my breeches and my tights, exposing my swollen manhood to her gaze, her eyes wide at the sight. Hey, so I'm a big lad. It comes from living outdoors and getting lots of healthy exercise. Looking down on her and the way she looked at me I said, 'Does the sight please you milady?'

'Oh, Master Wood, it pleases me greatly', she replied as she reached out a tiny hand and tried, without success to get her fingers to meet around my shaft. Then, with no warning she leant forward, opened her rich, red lips and took the head into her mouth, sucking hard on it as she swirled her tongue around and under the ridge, slowly taking more and more into her soft, warm mouth, causing me to make a low, guttural noise.

The rocking of the carriage was making it difficult for me to stand so I sat, my manhood leaving her mouth with a plop. She wasted no time in moving to kneel on the floor of the carriage and resume her ministrations to my solid member. Her mouth was so hungry on me; her cheeks sucked in and blew out in a wonderful rhythm, making my manhood even harder and thicker than before. 

My hands moved to the back of her head, encouraging her to try and take more of me into her, feeling the tip of my member nudging the back of her throat until, with a convulsion of her throat she opened up and took me entirely into her mouth. What a feeling overtook me as her throat worked, causing ripples to seem to flow along the length of my shaft, her hands cupping the heavily laden sacs beneath, squeezing gently.

Oh, the sensations she was giving me. The feeling of being almost sucked in completely, while at the same time feeling fit to burst. I could feel it was all becoming too much for me as with a yell I emptied myself into her throat, feeling her milking me as she sucked and massaged my manhood with her wonderful mouth. My very essence flowed into her, then ran from her lips as I offered her more than she could accept, my head spinning with the sheer passion of the moment.

Gradually I softened and felt myself slip from her lips as she licked them to retrieve the last drops of me that still remained. She looked at me with a wicked glint in her eye and whispered, 'And does that please you Master Wood?'

I looked at her, smiled and replied, 'Oh yes, my Lady Lorna, it pleases me greatly. Most greatly'.

Then it was back to reality and the fact that me and the gang had ripped off a damn great coach and its' contents, two horses and kidnapped a Lady of the Sheriff of Littingham's court. But as I sat there, sated, looking at the lovely Lady Lorna, the same thought crossed my mind as had crossed it on many other occasions. 'Fuck it, it'll all come out in the wash'.

One Day In Surewould Forest Ch. 02



God, I felt drained. Talk about getting sucked in and blown out in bubbles. I was glad I was riding back to the camp and not walking. I could hear the rest of the lads mumbling and grumbling outside the carriage where I sat with the delicious Lady Lorna. I couldn't see what their problem was; after all they hadn't just gone through what I had. I had cleaned myself up, well, what little there was to clean up. She really was quite thorough in her ministrations, and all there was to wipe up was the drips of her saliva in the crease of my balls where they met my cock.

I could see why the other half (as in, not the great unwashed) travelled in these coaches. They're quite nice and comfortable, and the rocking motion was very relaxing. So much so that I closed my eyes and woke up a few minutes later, without even realising I had fallen asleep. As I opened my eyes, the Lady Lorna, who still sat opposite me, still in a state of undress was giving herself the relief I had planned to give her back at the camp, when I was sufficiently recovered.

As I looked at her and the wicked glint in her eyes, I saw that she had lowered her hand to her drawers and, instead of pulling the cut I had made with my dagger together to hide her secret place, had decided that her need was too great to wait. I lowered my eyes and watched intently as her long, slender fingers moved slowly on her wet centre, the moisture glistening like the early morning dew on the pinkest rose. I think that was the first time I ever saw a lady clean shaven down there. She had made a good job of it too, not a hair or shadow in sight from what I could see. I made a mental note to ask her how she got it so smooth but figured now wasn't the time.

The tip of her pink tongue was trapped between her moist lips, her eyes were half closed and her breasts rose and fell rhythmically in time with her quickening breathing. Her fingers were moving slightly quicker as the carriage rocked and swayed, the movement made more uneven by what felt like a dodgy wheel bearing on the left front wheel. Wheel bearing? What the hell was I thinking of wheel bearings for when before me was a gorgeous woman in the bloom of sexual heat, relieving her torment? Come on Throbbin', get a grip man.

Looking at her and the obvious pleasure she was giving herself I realised that I didn't need to get a grip, she had a very good grip on things all on her own. I watched almost mesmerised as her finger started moving and slipping up and down the full length of her wet, pink slit, suddenly disappearing inside to reappear momentarily, covered in her juices. God, she was soaking wet and looked so good that I just knew I had to have a taste. Leaning forward I took her hand in mine and as I looked into her eyes I opened my mouth, brought her finger to my lips and poked out my tongue to lick her finger clean, sucking it and raking it with my teeth.

I let her finger slip from her mouth, savouring her taste and still looking at her I dropped to my knees between her legs in the carriage and parted them with my elbows. She decided to help me with access by lifting her legs so she could put her feet on my shoulders offering me a perfect view of her most secret place. I lowered my head and placed the tiniest of kisses on her petals, then drew back slightly and blew gently on her wetness. I heard her give a gasp of surprise at the shock of cold air on her warmth, then another as I breathed hard on her, replacing the cold with the heat of my breath. I could resist no longer and lowering my head again I let my tongue fall on her pussy and licked very slowly all the way from the tight little bud of her bottom all the way up to the very top of her slit, feeling my tongue spread her lips as it moved. I let it glide all the way back down, flicking it once over her bottom before moving up again. 

Stopping at the top I flicked again, this time at the swollen little lump I found under my tongue. I opened my mouth and closed it over the lump, causing her to groan out loud as I started to suck, gently at first, then with increased hunger. As I sucked I let my tongue carry on moving, caressing her clitoris with the tip, then rolling all the way round it, teasing her. As I sucked a little harder I felt her hands go to the back of my head, pulling me closer to her as her hips moved, to grind herself hard onto my face.

The heels of her boots dug into the skin of my shoulders as I increased the pace of my tongue, hearing her moan even louder and move even quicker under me. Her breath was coming in short little pants and little sobs seemed to be escaping her lips as I pleasured her. I moved slightly so I could lift a hand, sliding it up her inner thigh and onto her lips. Caressing gently I traced all the way around the bottom of her dripping slit and back up the other side before slowly and gently pushing at the centre, feeling her open to take my probing finger all the way into her.

Curling it upwards I pressed on the inner front wall of her, feeling her clamp down on my finger as her hips moved a little quicker. The attention of my mouth and finger combined had her writhing beneath me, then suddenly she cried out, grasped my head - tight enough she nearly pulled my damn ears off – and convulsed as her orgasm overtook her. I slowed the movement of my finger and eased the pressure of my tongue, bringing her gently down from the heights I had taken her to, until her shaking had subsided and her breathing had started to return to normal.

I moved from my knees, another pair of bloody tights ruined, and sat back down opposite her. 'Welcome to Surewould milady,' I offered with my most charming smile.

'Thank you for such a wonderful welcome Master Wood,' she replied, her face still flushed. 

I bowed as low as was possible within the carriage, 'My pleasure milady.'

The carriage suddenly jerked to a stop. I opened the curtain on the door and peered out. We had stopped by a bridge over the river. 'Oh, you useless tools,' I shouted, 'What did you bring us this way for? You know that bridge is guarded by Rocky the troll,' Sure enough, there he was. A huge, presence, towering about eight feet high and as nasty as all hell. Almost as nasty as Stan when he's pissed out of his head on mead.

He stood there, next to a barrel, covered in lichen and moss. That's the trouble with trolls, with them being all stone, it tends to be difficult to tell males from females but I suppose as long as they know, then that's all that matters. He could have been a she for all we knew, and two acquaintances like that is more than enough. He looked at us with his head on one side, a crooked smile splitting his face as I watched him trying to form a sentence. Trolls are naturally nocturnal and when they're out during the day, the heat from the sun on their heads tends to slow them down to a point where, on really hot days they just freeze and become huge rocks. 

'Good morning Rocky,' I called. 

He stared at me, a thought visibly moving from his brain to his mouth and replied, 'Errrr…..'ello Frobbin Wood. Do you want to cross my errr….wooden fing….planks……over der river….errrr…….bridge. Dats it, bridge?'

'Rocky? Put your hat on, you know it's easier when you do.' I watched him reach into the pocket of his loin cloth and pull out a battered felt hat and unfold it. He put it on his head then arranged the thing on top of it until we could see it was a tiny series of pulleys. On one end of the pulleys was a little fan and on the other a wheel that contained Maurice. Maurice was Rocky's pet mouse and ran round in his wheel, turning the fan and cooling his masters' head so he had a better chance of forming coherent sentences.

As he adjusted his hat the little glow in his eyes increased and the crooked smile became a little more pronounced. 'Fank you Frobbin', dat's better. I can fink straighter now. Right. Dis is my bridge. You's know dat it's a troll toll bridge and you gots to pay der troll a toll to cross it.'

Boy, this was going to be hard work. It always was with Rocky, especially if he decided he didn't like you. This was going to apply to us as he hates Lusty Dangler with a passion, but then again, so do most people who meet him. He's ok when you get to know him but he talks funny and people have a job understanding him. Rocky saw him and his look turned nasty.

'Ok,' he said, 'Now dis is my bridge but I forgot to bring der pole dat swings up to let you pass, so you's gots to imagine dat der pole is on dis barrel, right? 'And when you's paid der toll you's gotta wait til I swings up der imaginary pole before you's can go under it.' 

I think that was probably the longest speech I ever heard Rocky make since I met him. Obviously Maurice had recently been fed and was working his little socks off. I pulled my head back into the coach and looked at Lady Lorna. 'We may be here some time milady.'

'Oh good, then I will have time to do this,' she said as she reached out and started stroking my now flaccid member through my ruined tights. I still hadn't pulled up my breeches and she gave herself better access by gripping the material and ripping it apart, allowing me to fall free. Her hand felt like the softest velvet as she gently stroked me, watching with her tongue between her lips as I came back to hard, strong life under the touch of her fingers. 

I heard a commotion at the bridge and again stuck my head through the curtain to see what it was. Lady Lorna kept up her stroking and I'm sure my face must have given away what was happening in the coach to the guys as they turned to look at me. 'What's wrong?' I called. 

'None of us has any change to pay the toll Throbbin,' shouted Stan.

I looked over at Rocky. 'Rocky? If we are going under an imaginary pole, how about we pay an imaginary toll then we're sorted?'

I found it really hard to keep a tremor from my voice due to the attention my swollen cock was getting and again, I'm sure everyone realised what was happening. Their smiles widened at the same time as my eyes when I once again felt the Lady's lips on me, wetter and hungrier for more of what she so recently had. I could see Rocky trying to work out if an imaginary toll would work, and then decided it would as he moved to the side of the road and Stan started leading the horses across the bridge.

'Where you fink you're going?' he asked Stan. 'I not raised der imaginary pole yet. Stoopid human. Stan actually looked embarrassed at this, now that was a first. He usually doesn't care what other people say or do. I guess even he has things that worry him. Strange that.

As I felt myself being drawn deeper in Lorna's mouth I watched as Stan put his hand in his pocket and opened it to reveal nothing there. 'There you go Rocky, there's the imaginary toll. Can we cross now?'

Rocky looked at him. 'You really are stoopid, dat's too much, you needs some change first.'

I didn't trust myself to say anything in my present state but watched Rocky reach into his loin cloth and hand Stan his imaginary change. I wished they'd stop pissing about and get on with it. I wanted to get this lady back to camp and all alone.

'Right,' said Rocky, 'Dis is me raising der imaginary pole, and I's doing it slow 'cos it are heavy.' He stood pressing down and when he had a hand on the floor he waved the carriage through. Stan stopped it and looked back to thank Rocky who looked in pain as he waved furiously. 'Take it a bit furver, stoopid human, it not all der way under an' if I drop der pole now it are goin' to hit der coach.' 

I pulled my head back into the carriage, letting the blind cover the window again. I could hear Stan and the lads laughing outside as the carriage crossed to the other side of the bridge. Then the bridge, the troll and the rest of everything seemed to fade from my mind as the Lady wrapped her warm, moist lips back around the swollen head of my member, then sucked it deep enough that I felt it hit the back of her throat. . I called from inside, 'Hurry up guys for fuck's sake, we really need to get back to camp otherwise the next few minutes are going to see me dead, and you really don't want that do you?'

'And Lusty? I heard that…………………..'




One Day In Surewould Forest Ch. 03



As the carriage finally pulled into the camp to the cheers of everyone we left there, it became obvious that the lady we, or rather, I had, in effect kidnapped, was going to be a great asset to the gang. Or she would as long as she didn't wear me out completely with her voracious appetite. Apart from anything else, it's not every day you come home after ripping off a great big carriage, four horses and all the accompanying loot. Not to mention the best blow job I ever had and a nice fresh feast of pussy. So if I had been one to keep a diary, today would be one of those days that would be forever remembered as a good day, thanks to the little star I would have drawn against it. But I don't, so it won't.

I looked down at the Lady Lorna as she lazily rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, her eyes closed as if she hadn't a care in the world. Obviously my reputation as a cutthroat and a villain and all round nasty piece of work hadn't reached her up at the castle, or if it had, she certainly didn't seem put off by it.

Actually I'm a good guy and I'm always kind to old people and animals but if that ever gets out I'm finished in the outlaw trade, it's the kind of thing that's frowned upon by the purists. I should have been out raping, pillaging and generally being an all round bastard but I found that tiresome after I tried it briefly at the start of my career.

I will admit to being a bit partial to the odd bit of carousing and quaffing of ale but only in moderation. Hey, someone's got to make sure this motley lot of inbred animals gets home safely afterwards, and I am their leader when all's said and done.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I remember. The rest of the guys had a good old fire roaring as we returned with a hog roasting on a spit above it. The smell of fresh meat, though not as aromatic as fresh pussy, was making my mouth water and I realised I was bloody starving. Our resident holy man, Trier Fuck was tending the fire and ladling extra fat over the hog, basting it wonderfully. Holy? Hah, the only thing holy about him was his underwear. I know, I've seen it hanging on the line after wash day. You know, the first of June every year. And of all the guys, he can carouse and quaff better than anyone. I think he even has a certificate for it somewhere.

I told Lady Lorna that we had arrived at our destination and with a last flick of her tongue, almost down the little hole at the tip of my cock she got off her knees, smiled at me and took her seat opposite, pulling her gown down to cover her ripped bloomers. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked, 'So what becomes of me now Master Wood? Am I to be given over to the pleasure of everyone in your camp?'

I looked at her like she had gone mad. 'Have you gone mad? There is no way I'm going to even contemplate sharing you with that lot. I'm going to keep you here for my own.'

'So I'm to be held against my will am I?' She asked, then smiled, 'Or held against your willy?' 

Oh she knew what she was doing did that one. I looked at her and replied. 'Milady, if you can find your way out of Surewould Forest and care to leave, you're quite welcome to try, but many have attempted it and none have ever been seen or heard from again.' 

I thought this would alarm her but no, she just looked at me, smiled her knowing little smile and said, 'It's simple Master Wood. If and when I decide to leave you will take me back to the castle yourself. And in return for that I will stay here and tend to your needs, if you know what I mean?' 

I couldn't believe it when the cheeky little madam winked at me, then tapped the side of her nose with a long, slender index finger. I suddenly realised I was being played like a lute. A damn good looking and sexy lute admittedly, but a lute none the less. She sat back and smiled again, looking so damn smug. Now if I lived up to my reputation I would have taken offence and turned nasty but I pride myself on the fact that I have never hit a maiden in my life before and certainly wasn't about to change that fact, especially not to one as lovely as the one sitting opposite me. Besides, her smile, as well as lighting up her face was also making its' presence felt up and down my spine, not to mention in my loins.

We have a Chinese guy who looks after our horses in camp. No idea where he came from or how he came to join us but he's cool. Keeps himself to himself and when Trier Fuck is off his face on mead, he does the cooking. Admittedly, what he cooks looks like worms and weeds but it tastes ok. Funny thing though, about half an hour after eating his stuff you always feel like you want more. Anyway, his name is Wun Hung Lo, and he has a daughter who came with him. At least he told us she was his daughter, but we have our doubts. For one thing she talks differently from him, her skin is fairer and she looks like she comes from somewhere really cold. She never moans in winter when we're all frozen and in summer when we're comfortable, she looks like she's about to melt.

Ever since she and Wun arrived she has been the target of Lusty Dangler's affection but Shi, that's her name, has always tried to steer clear of him. Or at least she has in public. I have my suspicions though, because after a good time on the ale, she and Lusty always seem to disappear at roughly the same time and a lot of strange noises emanate from his tent. 

I walked from my tent to the toilet. Well, it's just a hole in the ground, dug away from the camp, and smells like something that's died, but it's a toilet to us. As I stood there having a slash I noticed a movement away to my right, on the far side of the camp near where Lusty's tent is pitched. I smiled as I realised it was Shi, so I finished what I was doing and crept over to where I saw the movement. I'm good at creeping; it's something I practise, what with being a sneaky outlaw and all. As I got nearer to the tent I could hear high pitched giggling from inside. I have told Lusty about that, as it really doesn't sound manly at all, but I guess that's just him.

I sneaked closer, making no sound whatsoever until I could lie on the ground and peer under the tent flap. Shi was sitting on the floor as Lusty stood looking down on her. I watched as his hand moved to the fastening of his breeches and undid them, dropping them to the floor and pulling down his undergarments at the same time. Ok, so now I had to ask him sometime where he got the name Dangler from, as, from what I could see, there wasn't much dangling going on there at all. I don't want to sound cruel but his meat and two veg looked more like a pea on a drum. I did wonder if maybe, in the future, Shi would call him Justin, because I imagine when he tried to service her that's all he would get. Just in.

I came to my senses, realising that as the leader of the gang, my reputation would suffer if I were to be discovered spying on Lusty and Shi, so I got up and crept away as quietly as I got there, heading back to my own tent. I had the best tent in camp, a proper job, with enough room inside to stand and move about in comfort. I ducked under the flap and closed it, then tied it behind me and turned to see the candles all lit and the Lady Lorna fast asleep on my big bed. 

I noticed that she had obviously taken her gown off as her leg was sticking out from under the silk, and her bosom was quite visibly rising and falling with her steady, rhythmic breathing. I stood over her and admired her, the way her hair cascaded all over the pillows and contrasted beautifully with the alabaster colour of her skin. I couldn't resist reaching out a hand and taking hold of her gown where it covered her chest, lifting it gently to see that she had also removed her undergarments until all she had left on were her pink stockings. I imagine it was the first time for a long time she had undressed herself, as I'm sure she must have had an army of maids attending her at the castle.

As her gown moved off her she let out a little sigh in her sleep, and her leg moved a little further to bend at the knee. One arm was across her breasts, the other across her stomach, her hand rather demurely covering the mound of her womanhood. God, she looked good and I couldn't resist kneeling beside the bed and inhaling her scent, making my head spin slightly. I lowered my head and placed a kiss on the back of her hand that covered her breasts, causing it to move to reveal the most perfect pair of nipples I had ever seen, the aureoles brown and tipped with dark pink nipples that appeared slightly swollen. I lowered my head again and blew very gently on the bud beneath me, watching it swell even more and causing her to stir slightly again. 

I change the shape of my mouth and breathed out, hard, replacing the cool air on her skin with warm. This time as she stirred she let out a little moan and as I watched her, her hand covering her mound moved slightly, a long finger resting along the length of her slit. I opened my lips and closed them gently over her nipple, my tongue rolling around the still hardening bud very softly. I felt her breath catch in her throat as I sucked a little harder on her nipple, realising she was slowly coming awake. As I sucked, I felt her hand move, then turned my head and watched as her finger glided very slowly along the line of her very centre, her hips moving slightly under her hand.

'Oh Master Wood, what a wonderful way to awaken,' she breathed, her mouth very close to my ear, 'A lady could quite get used to this, but I do have two breasts you know.'

The lady obviously knew what she wanted, and who was I to deny her? I smiled, 'Yes milady, whatever is your desire.' I moved my head slightly, taking her other nipple into my mouth, my lips and tongue quickly making it as big and hard as the first. The tip of my tongue moving quickly over the hard bud, her groans even louder as her finger moved a little faster on herself. I turned my head again to look at her face, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly, breath coming in ragged gasps. I let her hard nipple plop from my mouth and moved my head, starting to cover her skin with small kisses, the tip of my tongue making her skin wet. 

I kissed lower, down to her stomach, and then moved my hands to her breasts, rolling a nipple between finger and thumb. My lips carried on moving down until I could swirl the tip of my tongue in her navel, feeling the contours inside, before moving further. Her hand moved shyly away, giving my eager mouth clear access to her very centre. As I knelt next to her I felt her hand reach out for me, feeling for my hardness. Finding it, she slid her hand into my breeches and I felt her small, warm hand on my solid shaft. I moaned aloud at her touch as my lips moved closer to her pussy. It was so wet it appeared to shimmer in the flickering candle light and the scent of her filled the room.

Her hand soon brought me to a hardness I hadn't known for a long time and in a small, husky voice I heard her whisper, 'Please Master Wood, give this to me where I need it.'

I needed no second bidding and, after removing the rest of my garments, I moved to a position between her widespread legs, taking myself in hand and positioning the head of my member against the soft, wet entrance to her. I moved the tip and traced the line of her pussy all the way from her clit to her bottom and back, stroking softly, feeling her hunger drive her hips upwards to try and catch it. I could torment her, and myself, no longer and with one movement I slid deep into her, feeling every ridge and ripple within until I touched her very depths.

Her breath exploded from her in one long gasp and I felt her legs lift and wrap around my waist, holding me where she wanted me. She lay beneath me as I supported myself on my elbows, looking up into my eyes with such a look of hunger that I'm sure was matched by my own. Her mouth was open slightly, her pink tongue trapped between her lips, as I started to move my hips, pushing back against the restraint of her legs, causing her to relax her hold on me slightly. Then, very slowly, I slipped all the way back into her, the movement of my hardness matching her breathing. I felt her clamp down on me, almost stopping my motion and making her feel so much tighter. This only served to spur me on and move my hips faster, letting myself very nearly leave her before driving back in, quicker each time until I was taking her hard, harder in fact than I ever had ever taken a maiden before.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as I sensed as well as felt her orgasm nearing. Her hips were almost matching the movement of my own as, with a yell, my name on her lips, she climaxed. Her pussy clamped so hard on me that for a second I couldn't move, then as she relaxed I gave a powerful thrust, opening her inside as I felt myself explode deep in her pussy. I swear I came so hard that I felt it splash back from her and coat my member, and then as each squirt became less and less strong I felt the combined wetness of us run from her. The intensity of the spasms within her milked my cock, ensuring she got every drop I had to give, until I was dry. I moved slowly in and out, just savouring the feelings as I started to soften. As I slipped from her she moved quickly, pushing me back and, lowering her head, proceeded to lick and suck my now flaccid organ, making sure that she got all of our juices and didn't waste a drop.

When she was sure I was clean she lay down, pulled me to her side and we wrapped arms and legs around each other, kissing tenderly as our breathing slowly returned to normal. She looked into my eyes and, with a shy little smile, said, 'Now I'm your prisoner Master Wood, is that the sort of thing I can expect as regular punishment?'

I smiled back,' Punishment? Oh no, that wasn't punishment Milady, that was just a routine interrogation, your punishment will happen if I become displeased with you, but I really can't see that happening, can you?'

'Well in that case you will have to let me know what I can do to displease you, as punishment sounds like fun,' she murmured. I held her close until I felt her breathing deepen and I knew she was asleep. I moved away from her, and then covered her with blankets. I reached for my breeches and jerkin and put them on, then stepped outside the tent to inspect the camp before turning in for the night.

I looked across the camp in time to see light spill from Lusty's tent flap as it was pulled back, then saw Shi creep across to her fathers' tent before turning and blowing a little kiss to Lusty as he stood watching her. I smiled and called out, 'Good night Lusty. Sleep well.'

He looked back at me, made a rather rude and complicated gesture with his hand and shouted, 'Fuck off Throbbin'.'

I hope he was a little more charming towards Shi than that, otherwise I doubted she would be interested in him for long. I laughed to myself as I went back into my tent, went over to blow out the candles, then stripped again and slid under the covers into the arms of Lady Lorna, feeling her breath on my skin as I drifted off to sleep.