0 comments/ 10437 views/ 2 favorites The Knight By: Dj_Maximus The Knight, from the novel ‘War of the Walkers’ A slow, steady alarm could be heard throughout the complex and the red flashing lights sensors warned every person that the jump team was ready to report to the laboratory sub station immediately. The scramble was chaotic. Meals were deserted, sleep was interrupted, and conversations ceased without proper ending as staff quickly piled into the waiting express elevators. Twenty-six floors below, the team leader awaited his staff. “Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. We have exactly twenty-four hours to get all the necessary information into the computers and finalize all last minute technical adjustments on our travel equipment. Let’s get cracking folks, time’s wasting away!” Magnus led his people like a shepherd leads his sheep. The little sermon he gave motivated his staff and they quickly dispersed to act out on their assigned duties. After the final hours passed, the work was complete and three men stood equipped and ready for the first time travel jump in history. “Pesto, Josef, are you ready?” “Yes Magnus. I’m ready.” Replied Pesto, the tallest of the three. “So am I. Let’s do it.” Replied Josef, the brainiac. The monitors were activated, and soon where the three men stood, now only empty space remained. The three men reappeared in an open field. Looking around them, they could see several hills surrounding the vale that they were in. The earth was still damp with the early morning dew. The air itself was chilly and they could see their breath in front of them. Suddenly, hoots and howlers could be heard over the horizon as the ground beneath them began to shudder. “It’s a stampede!” yelled Josef. “I don’t think so. It would appear that we have translocated in between two very large armies of knights. Look over that hill!” exclaimed Pesto. Over the east hill, a large force of mounted horsemen crested the hill, charging vigorously toward the vale in which the scientists stood. They were followed by a large number of running knights, swords swaying through the air. The west hill soon responded to the charge, as more horsemen and knights crept out from over the hill. Several of the mounted knights charged forth with lances drawn out before them, wanting nothing more but to dismount the oncoming wave of attackers. “I think we should find some safe area, and quick.” Said Magnus looking back at his assistants. Both Josef and Pesto had already left his rear and were heading straight for an opening in the gigantic rock face to the south of the battlefield. Magnus quickly joined them in their desperate attempt to escape the clash of forces between the two armies. They narrowly managed to find refuge and avoided being trampled by the massive hooves of the war-horses. The two opposing armies collided. The sound of swords striking armor and the cries of pain echoed through the vale. Those sounds exploded inside the tiny cave where the scientists sought refuge. It was damp and moldy inside that cave, yet it was safe, far away from the battle below. “Are you sure we arrived at the right time? It seems to me that we could have picked a better time to come.” Asked Pesto covering his ears, trying to blot out the deafening sounds outside. “It appears to be so. My Portable says we’re right on time.” Replied Professor Magnus, checking the small watch type equipment. The small computer screen blinked green with the year 1000 in bright red. “It also stipulates that the man we search is the second in command of the east army. Their leader will be defeated and he will have no choice but to take command of the troops. Now, the only problem is, how do we find him in all this mess?” continued Magnus. “On my Portable, it notes that he will be leading the charge against the retreating west knights, and take them into custody.” Answered Josef. “Then all we have to do is wait for the leader to die, and see who takes over from there.” “That’s exactly right Pesto. Now shut up and pay attention to the battle. Watch for any forces retreating, the larger, the better.” Replied Magnus in an irritated voice. They watched the ensuing battle just outside the tiny cave entrance. The clashing of steel on steel was indeed deafening. Glistening swords cut through their targets with ease and heavy maces crashed down on some of the helmeted soldiers, knocking them from their mounts. Arrows flew across the battlefield, littering it with bloody bodies, twitching in agony. As predicted, the leader of the east army faltered in his saddle, his right arm raised above his head, waiting to deliver a crushing blow with his elevated sword to the whimpering knight at his feet. He suddenly toppled forward with an arrow protruding from the back of his neck and another one between his shoulder blades, wedged into the chain mail he wore. Seeing his commander fall from his mount to his death, the knight on his left flank veered his horse around to see the retreating archers make their way through the death filled plains. Calling out to the others, the knight attracted the attention of a large, barbarian looking man. The barbarian howled in anguish at the demise of the commander that he swore to serve. Picking up a carelessly dropped broad axe, he sliced a nearby tree in two at the trunk in one swift blow. The tree toppled over and he sliced at it once more, leaving the branched behind, scattered loosely around. Mounting his stallion, he leveled the tree before him, turning the stump into a large makeshift lance and charged the mounted west knights protecting their archers. One by one, they fell from their mounts, opening a large passage for the attacking east army. Several others surrounded the retreating cowards and soon they found that they could go no further. The first knight appeared before the cowering west archers and bellowed in his deep, rich voice. “Halt! Halt, in the honor of the Great King of the East, King Aldreg.” Surrounded, the west army of knights dropped their weapons and surrendered to the barbarian before them. “You are condemned to death by hanging. Your crime; treason and desertion of the King. Our King has sent us forth to settle your judgement and enforce His sentence. Any further attempts to flee are futile, for you are few and feeble. Now drop to your knees and beg for our forgiveness or meet your death upon our swords. Death by hanging can always be changed, but the sword is immediate. We shall return all of you to see His Majesty and He will determine your fate.” The three scientists looked at each other in pure amazement. “I think we have found Sir D. Anger. He looks like he would definitely be a very good prospect. The question is, will he decide to, or even consider leaving his command to return with us?” asked Magnus. “How about we wait until nightfall Magnus? This way we can creep into his camp and get him out to talk to him.” “That wouldn’t work Pesto. There is bound to be guards all around that campsite tonight. We are talking about an entire army who has just captured renegades. I don’t think they want any surprise visits or a return charge from the surviving west knights. We wouldn’t be able to even get within thirty yards of the encampment before being spotted.” Replied Josef. “I have the solution. Let’s jump into the camp and take him back out with us. We could translocate him back to the cave with us and talk to him there.” “An excellent idea Professor Magnus, with only one catch. How do we anticipate his exact location?” “We’ll have to take our chances Josef. If we don’t appear near him, we jump back here and try until we find him.” As they prepared for their experiment, Pesto suggested something neither of them had thought of. He suggested splitting up the jump team, improving their chances in finding the knight in a smaller amount of time. The other two men agreed to the idea, and set forth to make the necessary adjustments to their equipment. Fishing out their tools from their hip pouches, they all set to work on their Portables. Magnus finished first and inspected the work of his assistants. The repairs complete, Josef, Pesto and Magnus synchronized their watches. “Let’s all report here every five minutes. This way there won’t be any unnecessary jumps out there. This way, we will know when Anger is found. Ready? Then let’s do it!” explained the professor. They exited the cave carefully and walked slowly toward the knights’ encampment. When they estimated that they were a little close for comfort, they moved back a bit and simultaneously pressed and activated their Portables. Several attempts were made that night, but the young assistant Pesto was the one who finally found the knight among the sleeping others. Attaching a Jump Jack on Anger’s wrist, he translocated both himself and the knight back to the cave. “What do you think you are doing? Where am I and what have you done with my troops?” questioned the startled knight once back at the cave. “Do not worry. We mean no harm to you or your men. We are from the future and seek your help." Replied Magnus trying to settle the shaken knight. “The future?!? I, Sir D. Anger, First Knight to the King of the East, King Aldreg, do not believe in such profane idiocy. How could you, mere men, have come from the future? I must admit that indeed the trio before men do appear strange and unfamiliar, but you may only be from a far away land, yet uncharted by our scribes. You do not appear to be sorcerers or mages; therefore, proof is what I seek from you. The future, yes indeed, blasphemy!!!” “It is a long an complicated experiment. Let’s light a fire and explain it all to you in more detail.” Pesto extracted a lighter from his pocket and lit a small fire in the middle of the cave floor. Once the fire started crackling, they all sat down and discussed the events leading up to this encounter. After a few hours, Anger still appeared quite confused, but listened intently to their story. Magnus concluded the description of the experiment and looked straight at Sir D. Anger. “And our problem is one that may affect the entire world. We have a very large battle on the verge of happening. We are looking for some good men and women to help us prevent the possible destruction of the world. Our question to you sir knight, are you willing to join us in our battle versus the evil forces threatening to destroy us?” “How am I to know or believe that you sir are not the evil in which you talk so easily about? It is not to my knowledge that attempting to join a team of futuristic men who claim their world, our world, is on the verge of destruction, is in the best of mine or any other mere men. It is beyond my lifetime, therefore sirs, why should I concern myself of the risk that I would be subjecting myself and my family in joining with you? Excuse me if I am mistaken, but you may be the reason for your own demise in the world of which you are speaking of.” “Let me test your sense of good judgement then. Why would we venture forth to summon you Sir Knight, when we know you would only join us to crush evil forces? If we were indeed the evil that you speak of, would your soul not see that from the beginning and crush us where we stand? We would not be here talking to you, if we had not been pure of heart. After all, evil seeks only the dark forces to do its bidding, does it not?” asked Josef. “Well met sir Josef. I can see that you are well verse in the tongue of truth and honesty. Indeed, you may be correct, but if I may, I wish to reflect on what you have brought forth to me. Insight into this dilemma will come from inside. I must confer with my troops prior to departure, if I choose to leave among you. I shall return shortly and inform you of my decision. Be well.” Several hours later, he rejoined the team. “Sirs, I have made my decision. I shall accept your offer, but I must insist on bringing my lieutenant along with me. His name is Tristian Lancelace. Possibly his name would have appeared on that list of yours. If it is not, an oversight must have been committed, yet it may not be entirely your fault. I must have him at my side. He is good, loyal and a very solid man. He would be an invaluable man to have in your party.” Magnus looked over to his assistants, and they both nodded in agreement. “Very well, it would appear that we are all in agreement. Please make the necessary arrangements that you must make. We shall leave upon your return. And thank you Sir D. Anger.” He replied. “I shall meet with my men and will return before the next night fall. Until then, be well my friends.” The dark knight exited the cave and carefully made his way through the broken pass leading down to the vale below and his sleeping troops. Once at the bottom, he proceeded to the center of the camp, and began the search for his lieutenant. He soon found him, mere meters away from where Anger himself had been sleeping earlier. The large man slept with his sword crossed over his chest. He wore a brown tunic, stained with rust and blood from the many battles they had fought side by side. His red hair lay around his head, and his beard and moustache were still wet from the ale he had consumed prior to his fitful slumber. Sir D. Anger quietly approached the husky man and woke him. “Tristian come with me. Bring what you need for travel and accompany me to the edge of the encampment.” He said softly. Tristian looked at his commander and comrade in a stupefied stare. “No questions right now, just follow my orders.” Tristian wiped the sleep from his shaggy head and gathered his chain mail and sword. Carefully lifting his armor into the backpack and sheathing his weapon, he walked behind Anger. “Where are we traveling to sir?” he asked. “Shh! Let’s not wake the other soldiers. Just follow me to the clearing.” Both men crossed the ranks of sleeping knights until they found themselves in front of the horses, picketed to the nearby trees at the edge of the forest. “We must not wake anyone. We have a very important quest before us Tristian and I cannot explain it in detail to a simple soldier. That is why I chose you to accompany me on this quest. I known you for quite some time and I know that you are an intelligent and loyal friend. You shall serve and fight by my side, as it has always been, yet some things are hard to explain, even comprehend. I need your word of honor that you will be there in my time of need.” “Sir D. Anger, I shall and will follow your command wherever it may lead me. The hounds of hell may be snapping their menacing teeth in our faces, and I will charge for thee. You can have my word of honor as a soldier and a friend.” “Very well then. We shall venture forth through the pass before us and enter the cave above. There we will find three men. These men do not look like knights that we have encountered before. They say that they are from the future.” “The future?!? Ha, blasphemy, I say! Sir Anger, how may you possibly believe in this arrogant idea?” “I, myself, thought in the same manner as you do Tristian, but our god commanded it to be so, therefore, I must believe in what they speak. If they speak that their world will cease to exist if we do not attempt to come to their aid, then I must believe them. I do not have all the knowledge as of this moment, but I am sure that these strangers will be very capable in filling us in the obscure nature of their plans.” “And you assure me that our god has fully convinced you that this is what we must do?” Tristian asked skeptically “Yes Tristian. I prayed to Agosh, and he has told me that it is to be done in this manner and with haste. He also informed me that a wise decision was made as I chose to bring you along. He was a little cryptic why it is so important that you come along, but he has always been cryptic, and I do not question our god.” “Let it be so done. Let us meet these men and come to their aid in their most pressing and urgent struggle.” Both men gathered their belongings from their horses and fitted themselves with their armor, the shiny metal glistening in the moonlit night. Clanking through the pass, they found their way to the cave above. They made enough noise on their way that they alerted the scientists awaiting the return of the knight and his companion. “Magnus, he’s back. And you should see the help he brought along. Do you remember the guy who chopped down that tree? Well, it’s him and he’s a big boy.” Said Pesto as he watched the two knights climbing the pass. The professor rushed to Pesto’s side as the two advancing knights entered the cave opening. Magnus’ neck was stretched as he attempted to look at the tall husky man before him. “Is everything well Sir knights?” he asked. “It is sir Magnus. This is Sir Tristian Lancelace, my first lieutenant and my childhood companion. These, my friend, are sir Magnus, sir Pesto and sir Josef. These men are the men that are in dire need of our aid. Please be kind Tristian.” He said, turning to the small giant at his side. “Pleased to meet thee. I hope that we may aid you in your quest in the forces of good over evil. I shall take the same dedication to this venture as I would any other, for good must always triumph over the forces of the dark side. Let us go forth and squelch this pestilence doth which you speak.” “I like this guy!” whispered Pesto, nudging Josef in the ribs. The five men discussed what was awaiting the knights in the future. Having settled any questions that the two armored men might have had, the professor handed them two Portables to strap around their wrists. He helped them put the instruments on, and showed them how to activate them. “Are we ready to return with our first team members?” asked Josef. “I think so. Sir D. Anger, are your knights aware of your departure?” asked a concerned Magnus. “My knights will awake to a find a parchment stating of our departure. It will be one of religious following; therefore, no questions will arise from this sudden decision. It will not entirely be a lie, as I have spoken with our god and he told me to follow you. The quest is not fully detailed, for fear of them not completely understanding the true nature of our journey. Knights take orders well, but they do not have the greatest intellect sometimes. I have left command of the army to my second in command. He is a good, solid man, and will do provide excellent leadership in returning the troops and prisoners back to our King.” “Alright then, let’s do it!” exclaimed Magnus. The five men looked at one another, pressed their Portables and soon the cave was once again empty. To Be Continued… The Knight and His Wench Co written with AverageJoe for your pleasure – one wild night, two views! The Knight and his Wench You are a lonely stranger when you walk into my bar, there's an aura of command about you, hooded and in a long cloak you conceal yourself from the prying eyes of the regulars. You glance around the bar with weary apathy sizing up the atmosphere before you order one drink and sit alone at a table in the tavern's darkest corner. I imagine I can feel you watching me with intense eyes. I can't help but glance over at you as I go about my duties. There's something about you that makes me nervous but I am drawn to you. I can almost feel your eyes on me as I sway around the pub but I never see them. Your entire face is hidden within the depths of your cloak. Soon the bar is too busy for me to think further about it. I flirt with the customers as I serve food and drinks and collect my tips. I glance over at your table often wondering if there is anything I can do for you but you nurse your drink never giving me the opportunity to go over. The top of my dress is low enough to show off my cleavage, the buttons straining slightly over my bust, and the skirt is short enough to draw a man's eye. I am no whore but men tip 'eye candy' a little better than the 'old maid' and I needed the money. I had no plans to be here for the rest of my life serving food and drinks. The innkeeper was already snoring in a corner and I snorted. He drank most of his profits and left all the work to the barmaids. He would probably retire to his rooms soon and leave me alone to close the bar down. That was fine with me though I had no desire to share my tips with him at the end of the night. I was good at my job and I moved about the bar with ease, ignoring the occasional 'accidental' grope and pat on my arse. I didn't encourage it and I didn't like it but making a fuss would do no good! The night seemed to last forever, the patrons leaving slowly for their own beds reluctant to brave the cold of the night. At last I am alone. I check the bar one last time before popping the top two buttons of my dress allowing the air to cool the upper curves of my breasts, I sigh and rest for a moment appreciating the peace. I roll my shoulders feeling my breasts strain against the confines of my dress. I stretch, and sigh again reaching high into the air and arching my back then I bend to the floor trying to ease my tense muscles. Finally I pull the pins from my hair and let it fall about my shoulders. I run my fingers through it, with my eyes closed. Enjoying the relief of having my hair down, I shake my head rousing my hair to float about my shoulders in an auburn halo. --------------------------*---------------------- My eyes hide behind the veil of my cloak, as I sit in the corner I have claimed, surveying the room. My eyes constantly scan the room alert for danger. As I relax a little in the hubbub of the bar my eyes begin to follow you. I wonder how such a beautiful woman hides in such a place. You are a tempting morsel, curvy and strong. I have come here to find a woman to satisfy my urges having been in the wild for too long. I am not driven by compassion, just lust, yet I bide my time, gently nursing my drink, watching you imagining you naked under me, and I fight to keep my bulge under control. I shift adjusting the fit of my trousers so I can sit in relative comfort as I wait patiently and watch carefully to see if another claims you. I wait for the moment you are alone and there is no escape form my hungers. Slowly the night begins to draw to a close and still I wait content to watch as people trickle away. I have plenty of practice watching, anticipation of the chase, of the struggle makes the final submission all the sweeter! I sit back into the shadows around my table so that I am hidden from casual view Slowly the bar empties. I hear a few offers thrown in your direction and I have to clench my hands and council myself to patience to stop myself from striding across the room and claiming you then and there. I see the disappointment in their faces as they are rejected. I smile to myself; I have no intention of giving you the opportunity to reject me! I watch from my corner as you relax enjoying the uninhibited natural sensuality of your actions. Your back is to me and I can tell you don't know I am here watching you. Your guard is down and you have dropped all your pretenses. I wish I could see your face as I hear you sigh but for the moment I must be content to watch; I don't want to alert you to my presence yet. I imagine your full breasts straining you shirt as you stretch you arms above you. My cock nearly explodes from my trousers when you bend over displaying your delectable arse to me. The hem of your dress rides up till I can see the curves of you ass at the top of long lean thighs. I decide then that I want you like that; bent over your ass pressed against me as I fuck you. I finally allow myself to move silently up to you when you release your hair so that it falls in silken waves around your shoulders I have been waiting to see what you would look like with your hair down all night. As I draw near you I feel your scent in the air, making my lust boil. I move closer still, you are unaware of my presence until I slide my hands around your waist, and turn you so I can look into your eyes. You tense and I feel you draw in a deep breath. I don't know if you are going to scream or not as you struggle instinctively against my hold. I tighten my hands around your waist in warning and your struggles subside. ----------------------*------------------------- I feel hands slide around my waist and I panic. I spin, I want to scream but there is no one to hear me. My eyes widen as I realize who has captured me it is you, my mysterious stranger I gasp and try to pull away. Your hand grips firmly around my waist your fingers stroking against the upper curves of my arse, you thumbs pressing into my stomach. I feel the threat of your strength as your fingers tighten momentarily in warning. I stop struggling and watch you as a rabbit watches the wolf. "Sir you have to leave, the bar is closed!" I beg in a small voice. I try to pull away again but you hold me close, pulling my body against yours, your arm slipping around my back like a band of steel. I tense as I feel your arousal hot and hard against my stomach "Please Sir let me go!" I beg desperately even though I know you wont. My eyes widen as you tell me you want me and I start to struggle again, pushing against your chest trying to break away from you. I want to submit, to give myself to you but it scares me. Desire curls tightly in my belly but I fight it, knowing somehow that it will change my life forever. "No," I cry fighting myself. "Please Sir you have to let me go!" I twist my hips against you trying to escape but you hold my hips tightly against yours and I only succeed in rubbing myself against your cock. You let me struggle within your arms allowing me to arouse myself as I rub against your body. "Please," I beg again, but even I am not sure what I am begging for! You push back your hood and I gasp as I see your face, your eyes spear into me seeming to pin me in place. Your face is handsome and rugged but your eyes are intense drawing me to you. Your eyes drop to my chest and before I can guess your intention you rend the front of my dress spilling my breasts out, your eyes heat as you stare at me for a moment then your mouth descends. I swallow unable to move even if I wanted to. I open my mouth to beg you to desist but the sound turns into a moan as you mouth closes over my nipple. I bend backwards over your arm involuntarily, arching my back and offering my breasts as a feast for you. My breathing begins to come hard and heavy panting through my mouth as you tease my breasts I press my hips against yours and with each nip of you teeth, each lick of your tongue my hips shift restlessly rubbing over you caressing your cock, and I feel it grow against me. I can feel the heat of it through our clothes, as it lies throbbing against your thigh, pressing eagerly against the front of your trousers. I can do little more than submit to your caress as my body betrays me - I am yours to do with as you wish, and your wish is to see me, you tear my dress away and I am left naked before you, vulnerable and aroused. Wanting to give you back the pleasure you are giving me I reach for you cock stroking it through your trousers measuring it with my hands. I rub it through he rough fabric of your trousers. I want more; I want to touch you, hesitantly I reach for your fly pulling open the buttons one by one until you surge through the opening into my hand. I swallow suddenly nervous again at the size of your cock. I run my fingers over it stroking it, exploring, watching my hands and feeling it throb under my fingers as you continue to tease my breasts, the skin is smooth and hot under my hands. ------------------------*--------------------- "I have been alone for so long, and I crave the touch of a woman, and not just any woman from the local house, I want you, and you will submit to me." My voice is low and confident as I state my wishes. I watch you intensely judging your reaction to my words. I stare deeply into your widening eyes, as you start to feebly struggle against me, I can see the fear in your eyes but I can see desire smoldering in the depths of your gaze. All that time in the woods, the time with nature has enhanced my senses, I can smell your growing lust; can smell that you want me. Your attempts to escape only make me harder and more determined to have you. I shake back my hood to allow my head to be free, before tearing at your dress; I rip the buttons open, exposing your perfect breasts to me, so pure and untainted. I lick my lips at the sight suddenly starving for a taste of you. I hear your shocked gasp but I pay it no heed. I lower my head till I can nibble and lick the nipples, biting at your breast hearing your cries subside to only breathing as you give your self to me. I feel your body begin to submit to me and I realize that now you are mine, that your body belongs to me. You arch your back pressing the smooth flesh of your breasts against my mouth. While you enjoy the heaven of my mouth over your perfect breasts, I grasp at the seems of your dress, and completely tear it away from you, leaving you naked in my arms, yet all you do, is wrap your arms around me submitting to my desires. I feel your hand descend to pleasure my growing cock and I suck harder on your breasts leaving my mark all over them nipping at them with my teeth and sucking the sensitive skin into my mouth so that your breath sighs out with every mark. You reach for me and I feel almost as if I am ready to explode from your touch alone. Your hands are so soft and smooth as they touch my cock, and it feels so big against your small hands. I can feel the hesitation in your touch and it drives me wild, but I won't let you pleasure me that way. I want to ensure you are thinking of nothing but me before I take my pleasure in your body. I push you away from me and you take two steps back one hand seeking the bar for support. You look hurt and afraid, worried that you have displeased me. I walk forward purposefully, the corners of my mouth turning up in anticipation and you cower away afraid I may hurt you. I wonder how could I ever hurt you look like and innocent goddess standing before me. I lift your chin up and kiss you forcefully. I press my lips against yours and lick over them nibbling and sucking them into my mouth. I lick along the seam of your lips and they part for me on a gasp. I thrust my tongue between your lips and caress your mouth urging you to kiss me back. I murmur my pleasure into your mouth as you tentatively return my kiss your body leaning into mine. Just when I never want to leave the kiss I move from your lips and start my kisses down, over you breasts kissing the small bite marks that litter them, then past them skimming kisses over your beautiful stomach to your groomed pussy glistening with cum, ready for me. I lean forward to kiss your clit before letting my tongue envelop it. One hand wraps around your thigh holding it up spreading you open for me so I can drink deep of your heaven, the other hand probes your sweet pussy, giving you uncontrolled pleasure --------------------------*------------ You push me back and I look up at you, worried I have done something wrong. I step backwards and you follow I flinch worried what you are going to do. I relax again as your lips take mine and my knees go week as you devour my mouth dominating the kiss, your mouth feasting upon mine. You kiss me as if you would devour me from the mouth down. I kiss you back diffidently stroking my tongue over yours as you thrust into my mouth. I moan in disappointment as your lips leave mine, but it soon turns to anticipation as you leave a trail of kisses over my chest and around my breasts. My eyes are fixed on you as you slowly tortuously go to your knees in front of me but your position knows nothing of submission. You control my body entirely and we both know it I am Breathless with anticipation as one of your large hands wraps around my thigh holding me open so your mouth can feast upon my glistening pussy, sucking on my clit. Your other hand strokes my slick petals caressing them, separating them before pressing your fingers into me; first one stroking deeply into me testing me, then two. My pussy grips your fingers as you thrust them into me. I press my pussy against your face my body unashamedly begging for more. My hips buck against your fingers driving them deeper into my body and you respond by driving them faster into my body. My eyes are transfixed at the sight of your dark head between my thighs your tongue tortures my clit your fingers stretching my sheath preparing me for your ultimate position. You press a third finger into me and i have to bite my lip at the feeling of being streached for you. "More please... more" I beg needing you trying to draw you up my body. You draw away from me and slowly remove your fingers making me think you will heed my plea. You just grin up at me before burying your face and driving your fingers back into me giving me no mercy as you play my body higher and higher ------------------------------*------------------ I hear your plea but it just spurs me on. I am determined to taste you as I force you to cum from the pleasure of my touch. I draw even deeper into you, my tougue tastes your body, as you submit to my will, you start to move you hips to my finger thrusts, I want to put more than three fingers to pleasure your pussy, but you are so tight, I don't want to take away from the pleasure when I stretch you with my cock, which now feels like it is ready to explode in my trousers. I never want the pleasure of your scent to leave me, I devour deeper tasting you with my tongue as I thrust my fingers in and out of your quivering pussy. I feel your body start to convuse under me, as you reach the point of no return, you have to steady your self on the bar, instead of letting up I increase my assault holding your hips tighter against my face. I keep you on the edge of pleasure your every breath comes out as a cry until you finally moan out, "Oh Goddess" and slump against the bar weak and shaky, you want to cry out my name but you don't know it. I can see the question in your eyes as you look down at me. Even as your body begins to feel normal again, I still sip from you, lapping at the sweet taste of your cum. My tongue plays over you gathering your desire; you quiver with each slow stroke. I can't hold back my lust any longer; I want you. I stand up and see the look of joy on your face, you want to ask me something but I just your head between my hands and kiss you letting you taste the sweetness of your cum. I can't hold the kiss for long, my cock screams at me. Touching you is sweet torture, your bare skin scalding my senses through my clothes as I hold you close. I draw away and lick my lips tasting your desire. I can feel the heat from your pussy, it drives me wild and I lose control finally giving in to the demands of my instincts. I need you, and I will take you as my own. Make your body mine, the sweet place of your pussy, will now be a home only for my cock. I press you down my hands on your shoulders. "You are mine now," I whisper in your ear. "I want you, and I want you to pleasure my body, now get on your knees and please me, and if you spill any drops when I explode I wont fuck that sweet pussy of yours." My words are crude but I can see the heat they bring to your eyes as you allow me to push you to the floor. I test you with my words seeing how far I can push you in your desire. --------------------*---------------------- My knees are still shakey from cumming and I dont resist as your hands push me to my knees. Your words fill me with heat and call to a part of me long buried. I stare at your cock of a second marveling at it. Impatiently you press on my head and I open my mouth tentatively obeying your unspoken command. My hands rest on your thighs I press my lips to the tip of your cock kissing it before parting my lips and taking it reverently into the heat of my mouth I close my lips behind the head and bathe it with my tongue exploring it. It is heavy as it rests on my tongue and I can taste the salt of your skin tempting me to take more as I brush my tongue over the tip. I alternate between short wet flicks and long slow lapping motions as I caress the head. Sucking deeply, I roll my lips down your shaft. Taking as much as I can into my mouth run my tongue along the underside laving it until I am forced to retreat. I pull back retreating until I can caress the tip again. I worship your cock with my mouth. Using one hand to support myself I wrap my hand around the base of your cock. You are too big to take all the way into my mouth and I want to touch all of you. Slowly I work you back into my mouth bobbing back and forth as I gradually take more and more of your throbbing cock until the tip is resting against the entrance to your throat. I feel your hands slide into my hair and I and I moan around your cock your hips buck and your cock presses against the back of my throat making me swallow. The muscles of my throat caress the head and I try to back away. Your hands in my hair hold me still for a monument enjoying the sensation but you release me and I back away. I look up at you through my lashes. You are staring down at me your eyes are heavy with lust as you watch me and I realize I've done that to you. I eagerly lean forward again taking as much of your cock as I can, I suckle on it caressing it with my tongue. Using my lips to stroke you I bob up and down on the shaft, my hand following my lips so I caress every inch of you. I watch you through my lashes as I move learning what you like to better please you. Your hands tense in my hair and your hips begin to thrust against my mouth I suck deeply as I submit to your cock taking as much of you as I can. I wrap my lips closely around your shaft using my tongue to caress you as you stroke your cock in and out of my mouth. I move to meet your thrusts until I get what I am looking for. Your cock jerks on my tongue and I taste you salty and potent as I willingly swallow your seed. -----------------------------*--------------------- You have the most heavenly mouth; all those months alone without touch had made me forget how to enjoy such pleasure. My shaft is too big for you to take me all you seem to glide your mouth around me. The muscles of at the entrance to your throat caress me every time my cock plunges to the back of your mouth and you moan making your mouth vibrate around me. I can't take so much of this pleasure, I regret it not lasting longer but I can't hold myself longer. I thrust once more holding still as my cock jerks, errupting in your mouth you continue to suckle me drawing out my pleasure as you swallow my cum. The Knight and His Wench I release your hair letting your hand on my thigh pull me deeper as you desperately try to keep all my cum, not letting it go until the final spurt explodes inside your heavenly mouth. You release my cock slowly, and look up at me. I draw you up my body my hands tender as I pull to your feet and press you close against me I spread my legs surrounding you. I look into your eyes humbled by the pleasure you have just given me. I lean forward and taste my cum on your lips, the mixture of my cum and yours gets me hard again. I almost find it impossible to be hard so quickly after cumming but I want your body like nothing before, I want my wench, "Remember wench," I whisper to you. "My name is Dragonsheart, I want to hear you scream out my name wench, as I fuck you beyond thought and reason." With that, I pull you away, and take you in my arms, before turning you around and throwing you down, bending you over your own bar, and ask you to beg me as I hover my rigid cock over your soaked pussy, "I want to hear you beg wench, beg for the cock you want, but know once I plunge my cock into your pussy, you will be mine no other man will have rights to you, you will be bound to me" I stroke my hands over the curves of your ass. "Tell me you are mine," I demand. " I wont satisfy you until you do!" ----------------------------*-------------------- My breasts press against the bar the wood is cool against my heated, sensitive flesh. I can feel one hand against the small of my back your thumb stroking small circles as you hold me in place. I hear your words and they make me want to cry out screaming your ownership to the world, but all I can do is groan my agreement as your hands pet my arse. I want to belong to you, to be yours forever. You are asking me to beg and I do. I feel no shame only a desire to feel you fill me, to feel your cock streaching my pussy as you pound into me. "Please... please I need you," I implore you. "I need you to take me." You stroke your cock over my glistening pussy wanting more from me. 'I'll be yours any way you want, just take me now ...please!" I tilt my hips up begging you with my body as well as my words. I spread my legs more and try to capture your torturing cock. "Please, Dragonheart!" I cry out, the name falling naturally from my tongue and you reward me with your cock. With rigid control you position yourself at the entrance to my body and begin to push forward, slowly filling me. The feeling is beyond anything I have felt before; you are stretching me inch by inch, filling me with destroying sensations. I need more but your hands hold my hips in place and you stick to your own pace refusing to be rushed. Every time you move I cry out with pleasure till your hips settle against mine. You hold still for a moment letting my body accustom itself to this welcome intruder. I can feel every inch of you sheathed inside me. Your breath warms the back of my neck and you whisper in my ear "Tell me what I want to hear!" you whisper your tongue caresses the shell of my ear and I groan. "You feel so good around my cock," you continue. "I could stay here forever!" I gasp "Please more" I cry out wantonly. "Please fuck me!" -----------------------------*--------------------- Finally your words overtake me, your pussy feels so good, every part of your body begs me to take you now, not to hold back, to fuck you until you forget everything but this feeling, and swear beyond words to be mine. Finally as your lips plead, you look imploringly over your shoulder and I can see your eyes filled with a wanton lust, every thought leaves my mind, I have claimed you as mine, now I will take what is mine. Your pussy feels so good as I dive as deep as I can go; your tightness only seeks to force me to pound into you. I give in, and claim you, I start slow, building up the pleasure, as you grip the wood of the bar, I'm not sure if I can keep up this slow pace for long, but I fight my instincts to fuck you fast and hard, wanting to prolong this pleasure, prolong your sweet torture. Your movement, the way your body touches mine, makes me yield, and I start to move faster, to please your body, and empty myself of the months of cum I have in me. Your pussy feels too good, too tight and I cant help but build up speed making your sure your body submits to its urges before I do... ------------------------------*-------------------- You begin to fuck me in earnest, your thrusting body creating a delicious friction inside me as you enter me then withdraw it's too slow and my body tries to buck back against you but you wont let me. I look back over my shoulder watching me as you draw out my pleasure driving me crazy with lust and need each fir stroke fills me making the pleasure coil tighter and tighter in my belly till my breath is heaving in and out of my chest and each determined thrust and withdrawal makes the ache for you intensify. My breasts rub against the bar as my chest heaves adding to my pleasure. I clench my hands on the edge of the bar seeking an anchor against the pleasure you are building inside me. I roll my hips against you, tightening my thighs to try and hold you to me even as my body anticipates your withdrawal. Gradually you build up the pace driving me wild, I can feel a matching tension in your body; mine seems to be hanging on the edge of a precipice. I cling to the edge afraid of the intensity of my pleasure but each thrust drives me higher and makes my grip on sanity weaker. Your hips slam against mine and I can't take it any more. I cry out your name as my body implodes then flies apart. I writhe under you as you continue to thrust into my convulsing body. Your continued thrusts are enough to keep me cumming around you. The spasming muscles of my sheath are drive you over the edge of your tightly held control and you come with a cry. Your thrusts harder and deeper your hips slamming against mine in the moment of your release driving me against the bar as you spill yourself into me making me yours. Finally you slump over me your body keeping me pinned to the bar. Your weight makes it difficult to fill my lungs but I don't want you to leave me. I feel you cock jerk one last time and I wonder if you have bred me. Your words wash over me and I am filled with satisfaction me reassuring me and reiterating your claim on me. You tell me that we will leave together. I want to leap for joy but exhaustion holds me down. --------------------------*--------------------- As I feel my body betray me, seeking to end my pleasure in your body, I plunge harder and harder into your body. I feel the pleasure explode in your body, the waves of your cum flow over my unrelenting cock, and it sends me over the edge. My cock sends each spurt of my seed deeper into the sweet haven of your pussy, making you mine, and proving my claim to you. The stress of such a fantastic moment overwhelms me. I feel like I have claimed a goddess as my own. I have claimed your body ensuring nothing will ever compare to my lust for you. My mind finally reels, a wave of final cum bursts into your body and I collapse over your body, the body I have claimed. "You are mine," I say, before I finally give out. "You will leave with me in the morning, and I will take you to a place away from all this." I fall onto you, and rest feeling your breathing against me and enjoying the feeling of your body under mine, for the first of may times. The Knight and the Efreet Pt. 01 Alisaundre was always told stories of different lands, since he was a small child; his King had actually conquered many lands, and many of them the world had yet to even know about, however...There still remained many lands, plenty that human feet had not treaded yet. Of course, as with stories of different lands, he was also told stories of magic, sorcery and other foolish sightings like mermaids, pixies and elves; all things that were scoff worthy. He never believed these stories, and always concluded them as tall tales from the mad. "Alisaundre, do you think what the King is saying is true? Do you really think there's going to be some kind of an assault on Ralesmias?" Alusaundre turned his gaze towards his good friend, and fellow knight, Elyas. He was worried. And although the two were knights, sworn to protect the King and his kingdom, to always appear fearless before any and all types of threats, to know no fear, he had every single right to be afraid. "You don't mean to tell me that your trust with our King is dissipating?" Alisaundre decreased his eyebrows; his face hardening. "Don't be foolish. I'm simply...Worried, that is all." Elyas clarified. "Only the foolish would think twice about attacking Ralesmias. The King doesn't trust us with his life for nothing." With a shake of his head, Alisaundre lifted the unleavened bread in his plat to his mouth, and took a rather hungry bite out of it. Elyas reached for his goblet of wine, brought it forth to his parched lips, and drank it while the two knights stared into each other's eyes, in a moment of dead silence. "Pray," he started, "do you ever think of...Marriage, Alisaundre?" Alisaundre put the unleavened bread back on his pewter plate, then calmly brought his left, gauntleted hand up to his cheeks, rubbing slowly with a look of weariness. "I've thought about it." He confirmed. "But...I don't think either one of us, neither you, nor me, are in any position to be thinking about starting families." "It's not bloody fair!" Elyas pounded his fists on the rectangular oak table. Alisaundre rose his index finger to shush him. "I'm sorry. It's just...Why? It's simply not fair that we cannot become wed...Have families...Wives...Children." Alisaundre could hear the quickly fading tone in Elyas' voice as he spoke; his vigor disappearing. "You must remember," He pointed the same index finger, and spoke relaxedly, "we accepted that the moment we became His Majesty the King's knights. We agreed that we would serve him, and him only, and we'd be fully devoted to HIM and HIM only until the day we died." Elyas sank further down into his widening pool of depression; his head sinking into his gauntleted hands. "I know but.." He shook his head. "It was our choice, you know," reminded a calm Alisaundre, "it was always our choice; we chose to give up that possibility." Even as he spoke these disheartening, discouraging words of truth, Alisaundre could not deny that he was indeed just as saddened by the thought of never having any female companionship, as what Elyas himself was. It was a pleasant thought to have a wife to come home to and just sit down and talk about the day until the sun went down, but a pleasant thought was all it was, and nothing more. "We must not allow our personal desires to hinder our true calling. We are knights; sworn to protect the King and his family, and to cast aside out own petty wants and need." It was difficult getting these words through his mouth. "Now. Finish up your lunch, Elyas. His Majesty says that there's a bounty he would like us to capture." "A bounty?" Elyas turned his head to the left; cocking a brow. "Yes. His Majesty says that there's a knight in jade armor who's terrorizing the Eastern Continent." Of course just about everyone in Ralesmias had heard about the notorious Jade Knight who started making much more frequent appearances in the Eastern Continent. Stories of him were making their way to Ralesmias from their allies, in fact, the whole bloody thing was becoming a story mother's were using to scare the little ones into going to sleep or to mind. It was said that the Jade Knight was an extremely skilled and powerful warrior, who's strength knew no bounds, who's skill was unmatched by even the mightiest of all the knights in the Eastern Continent, who had murdered countless people, men, women, children and even the elderly. And yet there they were, being sent to do something that not even the Captains of the Eastern Continent, could achieve. A fools errand, one might say, and one might even question the King's sanity for sending Alisaundre and Elyas on the mission in the first place, given that neither of them were high-ranking; well, certainly not Captains. "His Majesty trusts us gravely, nay? To think he'd send us on such a task." Alisaundre lifted his metal cup of wine, brought it to his lips, let it fall down his dry throat, and then sat the cup back down, holding the handle with his gauntleted hand, and then stabbing his two-pronged fork into the cut, roast duck, brought a man-sized piece of it to his mouth, pulling the meat off with his teeth. "Do you think he might move you up a little in the ranks, once we've done what he's requested? Once we've defeated the Jade Knight?" Elyas wrested his knuckles under his chin; his elbows resting on the long, rectangular table. "Who's to say, really. I would very much love to believe that something like this will raise me up to Captain, but that may only be wishful thinking." Alisaundre somberly returned. "I think, that if anyone, you should be the one who should be promoted to Captain position." He nodded, closing his eyes. Captain would be divine; Alisaundre thought. "Well," Elyas removed his knuckles from his face, and used his right hand to grab his goblet, "I suppose we should eat up and prepare for the journey." "Indeed," Alisaundre spoke in agreement. "We'll be sailing for quite a few days until we arrive. By my calculations, and I'm no helmsman, I'd say about three days tops." Three days. That indeed did sound like an awfully long time to be sailing in the sea, but they had orders to carry out, and neither one of them would dare to turn their backs on their mission. "His Majesty has ordered us to depart to the docks once twilight sets in." They resumed their lunch. Once they had finished their lunch, they put their helmets back on, and it was then time for them to ready themselves with food and canteens filled with water. Johannes, the head chef, had even prepared them some delicious bread and cheese, that would last them the three day journey that they were to set off on. "We still have a few hours before it is time for us to depart for the ship. What say you to a little friendly match?" Alisaundre gave a confident smile, gesturing for him. "Oh, a fight you want, then? Very well. I must admit, that not a day has been going by that I haven't thought about beating you." "Now, Elyas; you should know that I'm the best knight this kingdom has ever seen." He jested. "You're so bleeding full of it." Elyas broke out into shaky laughter. "Now, hither! Draw your sword and ready yourself, because this may be a friendly match, but I shall not go easy on you." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Elyas drew the sword that was tied to the left side of his waist, from his scabbard. The smile on Alisaundre's face, that was hidden behind his protective helmet, widened, and he reached down to the right side of his waist, withdrawing his sword from the scabbard. Elyas came towards Alisaundre, and then he stopped. The two knights locked onto one another's intense gaze; Alisaundre's hidden dark brown eyes locked onto Elyas' helmet, while Elyas' deep blue eyes locked onto his while they slowly circled around one another, moving in slow, suspenseful steps with their weapons tightly clenched. Elyas came. He rushed towards Alisaundre, swinging his sword, and slashing at his left shoulder. Alisaundre swiftly blocked with his buckler, which he had been holding in his left hand. Alisaundre slapped him back about an inch or two with his powerful, small, round shield, and then as Elyas backed up slightly, his sword still in his hand, Alisaundre went in for the attack, and struck at his helmet. Elyas blocked with his buckler, and retaliated with an overhead strike that Alisaundre manage to block at the last minute with his own blade. "Hither, Mr. Best Knight in Ralesmias! Show me that skill that has rose you through the ranks all these years." Elyas vehemently challenged. Alisaundre chuckled softly and swung his sword, and Elyas brought his forward; their swords clashing with a clank. They struggled to overpower one another's parries, adding as much force as they could to their crossed swords while their gaze remained locked on one another's helmets. Alisaundre broke his blade free and struck at his Elyas' side, but he blocked with his sword, deflecting Alisaundre's sword. Elyas' thrust his sword forward towards Alisaundre, and Alisaundre parried it with his own blade, ended their struggle and then, while Elyas was left wide open, struck his hand; knocking his weapon right out of his hand. "You won again." Elyas sadly stated. "You left yourself wide open." Alisaundre sheathed his sword. "You always have been the better one. I see why His Majesty holds you in such high regards." Elyas dropped his head down; his closed helm facing down in shame and disappointment at his own defeat at Alisaundre's hands. "Chin up." Alisaundre said, kindly, "you're still a great second in command. Give yourself a bit more time. You will most certainly improve." Elyas laughed at Alisaundre's words. "Perhaps. But, by then, you will be even more fierce and skilled by the time that moment arrives." Alisaundre extended his hand towards him, he took it, and pulled himself up. "You fared rather well. You seem to have improved slightly since last week. I'm impressed." Alisaundre smiled behind his great helm. When twilight came, they headed to the docks, wrapped up food being carried in a basket that Elyas was carrying in his left hand for the long journey they were to set out on. The Queen's personal maid, Emma, Johannes, the royal court jester, Ries, and Dame-Corin, all arrived to the docks to see them off, while the King, Queen, Princes and Princesses stayed behind to attend matters inside the castle. After waving them off, they climbed aboard Edgerus' ship, and set off, sailing off into the sea, off to the Eastern Continent. "You boys still 'aven't told me where you be going." Said the helmsman. Edgerus was the helmsman of the S.S Glowsden. He was quite a few years older than both Alisaundre and Elyas, and was in his middle age years. While Elyas almost always had a stubble and goatee, Alisaundre's face was rarely seen without being clean-shaved, devoid of any facial hair, while Edgerus himself had a full beard. His beard was the same color as his hair; red. His eyes were a deep blue, deeper than Elyas', and he was was dressed in a green tunic and black tights. "His Majesty, King Arthus, has sent us on a bounty hunt. He says that the Jade Knight has slain many a brave and powerful knight; that no one can stop him." Explained Alisaundre. Edgerus' jaw dropped so low, one would think it was about to fall off and hit the timbers. "Jade Knight? Are you two gentlemen bloody mad? He is eons ahead of you two in terms of skill. He had killed Captains! And, I can tell by looking at both of you, neither of you are Captains!" He shook his head, gritting his teeth. Quite. Neither of them were Captains. "You seem to doubt our own ability. Answer me this: Why would His Majesty send us out on a mission if he did not believe we could do it?" Elyas folded his arms. "Madness, perhaps," but then Edgerus shook his head. "Nay; I could not answer that even if I wanted to. All I know is: It is a fool's errand to try and take down the Jade Knight. He is a beast! A beast straight from the underworld." Edgerus did indeed make the Jade Knight sound like a true demon, but that was preposterous; there was no such thing as a man who was unable to be defeated in combat, and although Alsaundre did pride himself in his very own skill, not even he was fool enough to, for a single second, believe that he was invincible. "Fools or not," started Elyas, "His Majesty specifically wanted US to dispatch the Jade Knight, not some random knight, but US!" Alisaundre placed his right hand on his shoulder to calm him, and Elyas turned, as if to face him, but then just let out a rather heavy, sigh. "I apologize. But you have to understand: No one has ever fought the Jade Knight and lived to tell the tale." Edgerus said, steering the ship. They knew the risk. They both knew that the Jade Knight was in a class all of his own, and that, they, mere knights, had a very slim chance. But then, they really had to stop and wonder: Was he really as terrible as they said? "All right. If you two think you got what it takes to butt heads with the Jade Knight, I will not be trying to stop you." Edgerus started to laugh, but his jolly sounding laugh then grew, growing more hardy and gruff, which was befitting of such a hulking, middle-aged such as himself. "The Jade Knight may be powerful...But how shall he fare against two knights? We shall wait and see." Alisaundre spoke; confidence burning brightly in his voice. As the ship rocked back and forth on the sea's waves, Alisaundre and Elyas removed their food from the basket and ate two bread and cheese, washing it down with small amounts of water from their canteens. They had more food than they did water, so they had to to conserve what little water their canteens contained, and make it last, at least until they reached their destination, where they could then refill their canteens with more water. "What do you suppose the Jade Knight looks like, Alisaundre?" "Who's to say, really," stared Alisaundre, "the only thing I've been able to collect on his appearance is that he wears jade armor, a great helm, and carries an axe. Simple, nay?" "A-an axe?" Elyas sounded scared. "Knights don't use axes, we use swords, lances and daggers, but axes?" "You mustn't forget that the Jade Knight is a crooked, evil, corrupt Knight who doesn't follow our code." Alisaundre rose the canteen to his face, removing his helmet to take a drink. "But, why, do you think? What turns a good knight bad?" He inquired. "I can't answer that." Alisaundre replied. "Who can understand the minds of scoundrels?" "Probably just a bloody pig." Murmured Elyas. "I'll just be relieved when we've struck him down, then the Eastern Continent won't have to worry anymore." Alisaundre lowered the canteen back down to the floor. By midnight, both Alisaundre and Elyas had fallen asleep. But they had soon woken up, while it was still dark, to the sound of screaming from both Edgerus, and Captain John, who sounded as if they had just encountered the gateway to the underworld. The two knights quickly rose from the ship's floor, but then the ship started shaking, and then it tilted slightly, sending both Isaiah dre and Elyas sliding backwards into the ship, and hit the stern, only to hear the screams of their two companions increase. "What the bloody- what is going on?" Elyas gazed about frantically. "The ship!" Alisaundre quickly exclaimed. "We are all doomed. We are doomed! There is a fierce beast that is attacking our ship! He be trying to flip us all OVER!" Shouted a panicking Edgerus. "A beast? In the middle of the sea?" Alisaundre turned his gaze towards Edgerus, staring at him in surprise. "A sea serpent, boy! I have seen four my entire life of sailing, but this is the first time I have ever been attacked by one!" Edgerus frantically looked about, but then went tumbling forwards towards the bow. The waters started to boil, and as the two knights drew a couple of inches to gaze over the edge of the ship, they saw something sea green in the water, slimy, with six humps, all of scale. "He's right!" Elyas gasped. "What do we do, Alisaundre?" "Isn't it obvious?" Alisaundre said, staring straight at his helmet covered face, "we kill the creature so we can continue our voyage." The beast rose from the ground, and lo and behold; it was the most horrifying, bone-chilling, nerve-wrecking creature the two had ever seen in their lives: Two glowing red eyes like fire, a crowned head, and when it opened its mouth, they saw hundreds, if not thousands, of razor-sharp teeth that could crush a man's skull in half without effort. The creature dove back down into the water, and its tail hit the ship, bumping it, sending the two tumbling backwards back to the stern. "We have to destroy this monster before it wrecks the whole ship!" Alisaundre spat out. "The ship can't take many more blows like that. The creature is out to sink us all." "I think you're right," Elyas waited for the rocking to subside, "it'll destroy the whole ship." "HELP!" Cried Edgerus in a shrill, terror-filed tone, "I'm falling overboard!" They forced themselves up as the ship stopped rocking from the stern, and they quickly sprinted as quick as they could in their armor; the sound of clinking on the timbers loud. Edgerus started falling towards the water; his hands desperately gripping the edge of the ship while his feet and lower body dangled helplessly over the edge. They each reached their hand out to him, and just as he let go to grab their hands, the waves started to part, and from them, a massive shadow with red eyes could be seen from below him. "Heave, ho!" The two both said in unison, pulling on him as hard as they could. "Here it comes!" Edgerus yelled, turning back to look at the water while his eyes grew in fear. They finally pulled him up. Edgerus fell back into the ship, rose up, and quickly put a good distance between him and the sea monster who was eying him. "Where are those harpoons?" Captain John frantically asked. "I took them off the ship, last week." Replied Edgerus; the fear in his deep, bear-like voice, growing. "You, WHAT?" Captain John stormed. "Captain, there's no point in worrying over the harpoons at this point; they're gone." Alisaundre said. The sea monster drew closer towards the ship. It carefully observed them with its blood-red eyes, then, just like that, slammed itself into the ship; its head pounding into the side. "Bloody creature!" Alisaundre spat out, grabbing onto the edge of the ship to avoid falling overboard. "How are we supposed to hit something that keeps running away?" Questioned Elyas. "We have to think of something! Without harpoons, we have no other option but to lure it in and pray God that we can cut its head off before it takes us down with it." "This is ridiculous." Elyas murmured. "Come on, Elyas!" They both rose from the ground as the rocking of the ship ceased, and as they rose back up to their feet, the sea monster rose from the water, and just that moment, lunged its whole face towards them. In a desperate race against time, Alisaundre and Elyad drew their swords, and went straight in for the kill, only for the sea serpent to move its head out of the way at the last minute. "Is it toying with us?" Asked Elyas. "The cursed creature is even smarter than we thought." Alisaundre laughed in frustration. The creature went back into the water, and dove back down under while the two watched, in anticipation for its next move. It hit the ship from below. They went tumbling toward the bow, hitting it. "Grab your sword!" Alisaundre urgently shouted, while trying to grab his own before the beast hit again. The Knight and the Goddess Sunlight dappled through the forest as the afternoon waned. Horse and heavily armoured rider followed the narrow paths used time and again by travellers through the thick woods which surrounded his county. It was months since he had seen his lady wife, whom he had left in their little cottage to go fight this last battle. They had been wed many years but she still had yet to produce a child, let alone a son. It was his wish that while he rested they could try it again, perhaps they would have luck. He hoped so. But home was still at least 3 days ride from here and it would still be nearly a week before he would be home. With thoughts of home coming into his head, the afternoon slowly changed into twilight as he travelled deeper into the woods. He came to a small clearing, with enough space to set camp for the night. There was a small stream nearby and after letting his horse have his fill to drink the knight tied the horse to a branch nearby the trickling water. After gathering wood for a fire and catching a hare he was setting it up and attempting to light it when in the twilight light a shadow fell across his work. He looked up. It was a vision with blue eyes and resplendent flame hair. She glowed. 'Can I help you?' he asked. 'May I share your fire and your meal, my Lord?' she asked. 'I do not have much, except for this rabbit I was getting ready to roast but I am happy to share it with you.' They ate. Nothing more was said. It grew darker, and there seemed to be more than just the glow from the fire lighting the small clearing. He looked at her, 'who are you?' I will answer your question in time but first I have something to offer you. Your wife is barren, my lord.' She said matter- of -factly. 'That I have no children, Lady, is no secret, for I am the Lord that governs the counties that border this forest and many know my wife has yet to bear offspring, let alone a son.' 'Yet your subjects cannot help you, or change that fact. I can, but you must do something for me, I must have a payment for making your wife bear a child'. 'Are you the Sorceress who inhabits my woods? If so, be gone. I am not desperate enough to have use of your dark magic.' 'I am no Sorceress, my Lord. But I have inhabited this land since before time. My magic is far more powerful than that of any Sorceress or any Druid for that matter.' 'I repeat, My Lady, who are you then, if no sorcerous?' 'In time I will reveal that to you, but first I repeat my offer. If you do me a favour, I will heal your wife's barrenness and allow her to bear you a son by the year's end.' 'Alright then, as my wife and I must produce an heir, I will listen to your offer.' 'You must agree to my request before you proceed further. Only then will I explain what it is I wish from you and you will then understand who I am.' 'Yes, my Lady, I will agree to whatever you ask of me. I require an heir and if my wife was not fruitful soon I would have had to have found another solution. So tell me, what am I agreeing to?' 'For many centuries now I have been without a mate. My mates must come from the human world to ensure that the land in both my realm and that of people produce enough for survival. It was decreed upon creation that my mate had to be human, but he also had to have other qualities. I have been observing you and have noted you have these qualities. He has to be faithful, he has to be honourable, he has to be kind. Since I am not of your world you will be not unfaithful to your wife.' 'For me to be your mate what do I have to do? How long will this arrangement last?' 'It will be for one week and one day. You will have to mate with me at least once a day. By doing this the seven lands of earth and the seven lands of feary will continue to produce plants and animals and continue onwards for another three hundred or so years.' 'Are you the Faery Queen, my Lady?' 'No, I am much more than that, older and more powerful.' 'Who are you then?' 'I am she who brings life from death, she who is the new life and old. I am known by many names and many faces. I am the great mother of the earth and I am the great wife of the gods. But alas for the earth to continue I must take a mate from the human world.' With that he knelt before her. 'I am honoured that I am your chosen one. I will do as you ask of me. I will need more than just faith though that if I mate with you my wife will be able to bear me a child.' She pointed to the flame, 'look, my lord. I show you, your future.' The flames took the form of his wife, she was smiling and laughing. At her side was a boy who resembled him. His wife's sister stood with her. They both looked much the same as when he had last seen them. He sat watching the flames dance, showing him other visions, images of his son growing into a young man, a strong knight and leader. He nodded. 'Rest,' she commanded, 'We'll mate tomorrow.' When he awoke, she was standing before him. 'It is time, my lord Knight.' She waved her hand and in an instant they were both naked. His eyes looked over her body taking in her moon shaped breasts with their rosebud nipples, her tiny belly and her round childbearing hips. He stood up, and placed his hands on the side of her chest, the palms resting on the outer curves of her breasts. He looked into the depths of her eyes, much like looking into the depths of a great lake. Without realising it, his hands moved to cover her breasts. He gently stroked and rubbed, feeling her nipples firm beneath his hand. He removed his hands from her only to replace them with his mouth. He kissed the rising globes, raining her with kisses and a lick here and there until his mouth reached the hard nipple. He took it in his mouth and gently brushed his tongue over it. She cried out. He continued. She cried out again, her breathing increasing as her body responded. He sucked on her nipple. Again gently then as her body's responses increased, firmer and firmer. Eventually he nipped her breast. 'Yes,' she cried. He nipped a second time, a third. His hand went between her legs. She opened her thighs a little and he felt her desire soak his hand. He knelt before her. At first he just looked at her beauty. He wanted to be inside her but he could wait. She stood her legs apart, he moved his head, holding his tongue so he could taste her flesh. He flicked his tongue along her outer lips. He held her buttocks with his hands and moved forward to get a better reach with his mouth. He licked between her lips, tasting the sweet salty flesh and finding her hard clit. He flicked his tongue against it with ever increasing strokes. She cried out. Under his tongue he felt the clit spasm. She cried out louder. He tasted her natural moisture as her clit throbbed harder until she cried out her orgasm sending shudders throughout her body. When she recovered she reached down and pulled him to his feet. 'I am about to do the same to you but as goddess I have the right to say something. We Gods never meant for one man to rule over all, and we never meant for any inequality to exist. Once things like that occur the world loses its soul and its gentleness. Remember that. If a man kneels before a woman, she then must kneel before him, and vice versa. It is about balance. Balance will be a long time coming in your world and you may never achieve it. It takes but one person to try.' She knelt on the ground and put her hands around his cock. She gently stroked him, rubbing the very tip every so often. He closed his eyes in pleasure. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth. She sucked, gently at first and then firmer. After a few moments she licked him. First down the shaft to his balls and then up again. She ran her tongue over the mushroomed shaped head of him and darted her tongue into the hole at it's very tip. She repeated and would back off just at his need to come. She had another purpose for that. He groaned as she teased him. He felt so good with her mouth on his cock. After some time, she stood. He placed his clothing on the ground making a makeshift bed for them both. She lay upon the ground with her legs apart. He lay upon her and with one swift thrust entered her still wet pussy. He moved slowly at first. He could feel her softness wrap itself around his hard cock, her moisture reducing all friction. She cried out, then he as their mutual pleasure increased. He increased his speed and depth of his thrusts. He felt her inner muscles squeeze him tight. She cried out as she came again. He held off. Suddenly, he ceased. He got up and pushed over so she was on all fours. One swift movement and he was deep inside her again. In this position he pushed so far inside her, that she could feel a tiny sting in her ovaries. This turned her on even more. She cried out again as one orgasm lead straight into another. He thickened inside her, at the same moment she tightened around him. He could feel a tingling in his spine as pumped his come into her, bathing her ready womb with his semen. The earth would be renewed. At the end of the week, after mating every day he returned home to his wife. The three-day journey took only one. His wife must have been watching for him, for she had come outside and embraced him. Nine months later she birthed their son. The Knight and the Witch Companies of heroic soldiers advanced, clashing with wild bands of Orcish defenders, driving toward the battlements across a rock-strewn field. Iron pierced flesh, splintered bones and spilled blood on dry cracked earth; cries of triumph mixed with anguished screams of death, and flashes of sinister magic lit the very air afire. The brave soldiers advanced; orcs fell before their might or fled the battle entirely. A powerful sorceress made her appearance on the battlefield, swaying the fight in her favor for a time, summoning horrifying creatures with hot black scaly hides, teeth like wet knives and claws of sharpened bone. The valiant warriors rallied and faced them down, surrounding and defeating each nightmare in turn. The witch unleashed fire and destruction on the soldiers and her orc warriors alike, incinerating many, wounding more. Through the chaos, bold warriors pressed on. With her magic expended and under a withering fire of arrows, the sorceress was forced to retreat, flying back to the safety of her stone tower. Little did she know that one hero foresaw her retreat and was waiting inside. He surprised the sorceress in her private refuge set high in the tower, disarming and overpowering the witch. She trembled before his might. "Your evil dies here and now!" Said Sir Darylius with cutlass held high overhead, poised to strike the killing blow. The evil sorceress, on her knees and defeated, cowered on the chamber's stone floor, crystals and silver rings dangled from her pierced ears, big green eyes filled with tears, sensuous crimson painted lips opened slightly, her lower lip trembled. "Your foul witchcraft will curse this land no..." His hand eased as she sniffled in a most distracting manner, a single tear ran down her cheek. "Now... now stop that crying this instant!" Darylius gestured backwards with his sword. "You just burned two whole villages to the ground, young lady, not to mention summoning that army of demons to devour the souls of the living! Now it's time to take your medicine and pay for your evil deeds!" Darylius's dark pointy mustache wriggled with righteous fury and he aimed the tip of his sword at the witch's helpless but slender and attractive throat. "Before I... smite you," he relaxed a bit. "Do you have any last words?" Still trembling on the floor, the sorceress was clad only in her short and revealing silken black dress, a lock of raven hair fell across her face; she brushed it aside and looked up at the hero and then sadly shook her head. "I... I don't know why I did it sir... I'm sorry about the village and demons and all... I didn't mean to hurt so many people. I never wanted to be evil, it just kind of happened, it's just that..." She sighed. "My family has magic in its blood..." She bit her quivering lower lip, choking back a sob. "When your name is Sinestria Bloodhex the Damned it's hard to live a normal life." She shook her head sadly. "But that's no excuse for what I did sir." "Well, I should say not!" Darylius lowered his blade but wagged a finger at the young sorceress. "Do you have any idea what kind of damage you caused? The whole kingdom is in an uproar, trade disrupted, farms abandoned, foul beasts stalk the land... and then you even used your vile magic to turn the king's son, the crown prince, into a monkey!" "Gibbon." "Er what?" "Sir," she timidly said. "I turned the prince into a gibbon, not a monkey." "Oh... uh... well, be that as it may, you have single handedly brought this country to the brink... now what do you have to say for yourself?" He watched as she looked down sadly, slender shoulders slumped as though she felt ashamed of her mischievous behavior. She must, Darylius thought, at last be realizing the error of her evil ways. "You're right sir..." Her lower lip quivered, her voice broke, and she sobbed pitifully in front of him. Sir Darylius, being virtuous and noble, produced a silk handkerchief for the young lady to dry her tears. Presently she calmed herself, and continued in a sad trembling voice. "I'm sorry, I never meant to be so villainous... it just got out of control... it all started when I was just a child, I learned a minor spell or little curse to use around the village... nothing much, I would conjure a little sparkle to amuse my friends, I cursed a boy who pulled my hair with an itch. I enjoyed it and... and I did it again and again and it just got out of hand. Once I got started to take pleasure in the power... I just wanted more and more." "More... villains always want more." Darylius spoke his thoughts out loud. "Sir?" "Oh... I was just thinking. Out of all the villains I've ever smited, that is the key to all of their descents into evil." Darylius explained. "They're never satisfied with having enough- they always want more." "Sir," The sorceress's big emerald green eyes sparkled as she looked up at the brave warrior. "Are you going to smite me now?" Darylius took a long look at his trusty cutlass, before turning his attention back to the young witch. "Hmm... if I were to spare your life witch... would you pledge to abandon this life of evil, and never again harm an innocent?" "Y...Yes sir." "And help undo the damage you've wrought?" "Y...Yes sir." "Know that if I spare your life, you're still going to be punished for your crimes miss, severely." "Yes sir, I know..." She stared at the floor. "I deserve it." Sir Darylius unbuckled the thick leather belt and placed the scabbard and sword on a table. Doubling the belt in his hand, he slapped it against his palm impatiently. "Stand up, young lady." She nervously got to her feet, trying not to cry while Darylius dragged one of those straight backed wooden chairs (that always seemed to be around in these sorts of situations) directly to the center of the round chamber. Darylius sat and pulled the sorceress across his lap. Her skimpy black silk dress rode up high on her thighs as she bent forward, silvery thread formed a subtle spider web pattern across the delicate ebony fabric. The witch's plump bottom filled the dress well, though when she bent further the fabric rode even higher giving Darylius yet another shock. "Young lady! Why... you aren't even wearing any undergarments!" The witch shyly turned her head. "Uh... no sir." "What do you have to say for yourself? Something like this could give you a very bad reputation!" "Um well... I had the hardest time finding a black spider web pattern dress made from actual spider silk... I just couldn't find anything to match." "Hmm..." Darylius said. "The scandalous way you dress yourself could be part of your behavioral problem... it's unbecoming a lady... no more spider motifs for you! A proper young lady should wear cheerful colors, maybe a pink dress with a picture of a kitten or a unicorn on it." "Ugh... right." The witch groaned in disgust. "Don't you use that tone with me, missy. You're in quite enough trouble already! As for this villainous outfit of yours... I think I'll just get it out of the way." Darylius peeled the thin silken fabric up while the sorceress lifted and wiggled her hips, allowing him to bare the flawless skin of her evil buttocks. She made no effort to protest; accepting her sad fate as Darylius's hand smoothed silken fabric back, exposing her round bottom cheeks. She took a quick breath, bit her trembling lower lip and waited. Whack! She flinched as pain flashed white hot. The leather smacked loudly against her tender pale skin, striking mercilessly, repeatedly, on the generous curves of her bottom. The sorceress yelped out in pain and suddenly had second thoughts about this arrangement. The pain increased, she became desperate and dared escape. The witch fought hard to get loose. She kicked her legs frantically, clawed with her arms and howled like a wild beast but Sir Darylius countered her motion easily. He trapped her legs under his right leg, then grasped her forearm and pinned it to the small of her back. She now felt even more exposed. With her bare stinging backside upturned high over his left knee, completely at the mercy of his strong hands, the witch whimpered in vain. She was pinned down like a bug, crying already, and the spanking had just begun. ********* "Yeeeoooow!" "And that's for all the threatening parchments you posted around the village squares!" "But... but..." She bawled. "I didn't even write those... I just reused some of my grandmother's threatening parchments." "What's this? You can't mean... I knew you were evil but... now you admit to PLAGARISM!" Darylius bristled with righteous fury. "Oh, you are in sooo much trouble young lady!" "No... please..." The leather belt swished through the air and impacted the sorceress's throbbing bottom again and again. "You..." Crack!..."Will..." Crack!... "Respect..." Crack!... "Intellectual..." Crack!..."Property..." Crack!... "Rights..."Crack! The witch howled in agony with each lick of the belt on her tender bottom, then sobbed pitifully as he stopped spanking and the lecture continued. ********* Sir Darylius smited her villainous buttocks, making the sorceress pay for each and every crime tenfold. "Oooow!" The sorceress wailed. "No... please!" "And that's for giving poisoned apples to children..." "But... but... that wasn't me... I swear... it was another witch!" "Don't you lie to me young lady... no apples?" He slapped the belt down hard to help her think more clearly. "Noooo... oow... no sir..." She cried. "I... I swear I didn't!" "Any kind of poisoned fruit?" "No sir, please believe me." She begged between sobs. "Herbs? Vegetables? Deadly dill... lethal leeks... toxic turnips?" "No sir, I promise!" "Oh well then, moving on..." ********** "And that's for luring innocent children with your cottage made of candy..." "Oooow... please sir," the witch pleaded. "I... I didn't mean to cook them... it... it was just a baking accident, I swear! I was only trying to make a casserole and it... it just kind of happened..." "Humph... well, if you spent more time cooking and less time practicing black magic then maybe you wouldn't be in this predicament! And really, a house made of candy! Did you give any thought at all as to how structurally unsound such a building would be before inviting in guests?" "Uh... well, I've been meaning to get it inspected..." "And," Darylius cut her off. "I suppose you didn't care what damage all that sugar would do to their teeth?" "Um..." She sniffled. "No sir." Young lady, I am deeply disappointed by this reckless behavior of yours." "... I'm sorry sir." "Oh, you're going to be plenty sorry miss!" Sir Darylius drew his arm back for another series of fierce strikes across her wicked and increasingly red bottom. The young witch howled out in agony with each lick then sobbed pitifully, sorely regretting her evil ways... ************ Sir Darylius unbarred the main gate and threw open the door, beyond the battlements the remaining troops tended to the injured and buried the slain, a pile of dead orcs was dowsed with oils and lit afire. Other soldiers loaded horses and prepared for the long journey home. All turned to watch the famed hero stride past. Squire Todius ran forward enthusiastically congratulating Darylius on his victory in the witch's tower. "It must have been a glorious battle, sir, we heard the witch crying and screaming all the way down here." Darylius nodded gravely. "The witch has paid dearly for her crimes." "You slayed her, master?" "No, Squire Todius, I did not take her life." Sir Darylius smiled proudly. "But I gave her such a spanking! That's one witch who won't be sitting on a broomstick anytime soon! But alas, this great and noble quest has given me an idea of immense significance. It could change everything. Think of it Todius, what if I could stop evil before it started? "I don't understand sir." "Never mind that. Let us break camp at once and be off, we have much to do..."