4 comments/ 46120 views/ 16 favorites A King's Wife By: maxdname Chapter one Life could be cruel in Middle England, during the Year of Our Lord 1365. Wolves still roamed the landscape and, it was rumored, wizards, and sprites. But, one fateful day, Byth found it necessary to take refuge far from the town of her birth, Gateshead on the Tyne. When the Plague entered the port at Tynemouth the countryside was thrown into a panic. Byth was too young to remember the last visit from the Black Death, but her father and mother had managed to escape by hiding in the woods east of Durham. Her father was an excellent bowman, having served as one of the King's elite Newcastle Archers against the Scots, providing both game and security for his wife and suckling daughter through an entire winter while the plague played itself out amongst the citizens who remained. Byth could not remember being any farther than the opposite end of the village, which took several hours to walk. Beyond the village's edge lay deep woods and dark places where men of a stout heart had disappeared without a trace. While Byth did not believe strongly in necromancy nor black spirits, those who had vanished were not mere boys. Byth's mother and father chose to remain behind in Gateshead after they took over an inn whose owner had succumbed to the ravages of pestilence. With a return of the disease, which spread through the land at the pace of a walking man, Byth's parents thought it best to send the girl into the woods to save herself and her young child. An innkeeper's daughter was thought to be of loose moral fabric, especially one as beautiful as Byth, but she had resisted every man's advances, even kicking one man where his manhood resided, until one winter's eve when a singularly handsome man spun her great stories of his own kingdom that had been stolen from him and of adventures far a'sea. He poured many flagons of ale but drank few, instead giving them to the much too young Byth. With her judgment impaired by the rich drink, she gave herself willingly to the dark-eyed stranger. Within three seasons she gave birth to a fine bawling girl who showed extraordinary intelligence at an early age. The child had blond hair, unlike Byth's reddish, but she had her mother's creamy fair skin and bright green eyes. Byth's mother and father knew her nature and realized it was not that of a harlot. They accepted this child as their granddaughter and heaped praise and great love on the child. With his only child and grandchild in danger, Byth's father gave her the meat he could spare, his strong yew bow and a dagger he had stripped from the body of a Scottish knight and he bade her farewell for what, he insisted, would be their last meeting. With tears filling her eyes she trudged away from what had been her home for as long as she could remember into the dark unknown with only her father's hand-drawn map to guide her and carrying her yearling daughter. With the dangers of travel afoot, given the Plague's wont to drive men to crime, Byth tried to move only after dark to hide her sex and that she carried a young child swaddled inside her bodice. After two nights she came to the edge of her known world and set into the inky night to see where fate, and her father's simple map, might take her. With fewer houses and farms nearby Byth felt more comfortable traveling by daylight and was able to cover a greater distance in the long summer days. Her daughter was quiet and comfortable hidden beneath her mother's clothing. After many hours trek Byth came to an ancient oak at a crossroads and seeing it as one of her father's landmarks, checked the angle of the sun to determine the points of the compass, and headed directly between the two roads into the dark woods. Byth's path was no longer that of the marked road. Now she would have to rely on her wits beyond that point. Her steps were easy for many hours proving the worth of her father's map, but at last even his crude drawings became fewer until she found herself at the end of the parchment. As the sun settled low in the countryside Byth huddled herself inside the hollow of a tree to wait out the blackness of night. Byth awoke to the sounds of a canine snuffling about. Quickly, she drew her dagger and prepared to lash out at whatever beast appeared. A huge dappled wolfhound peered into the hollow of the tree to inspect Byth at length. She watched its every move waiting for an indication of attack. Its tail wagged momentarily before it set to a long loud baying that Byth knew would attract its owner. The child at her breast began to whimper with this ruckus and Byth stood herself up inside the tree's dead portion with her back braced to lash out at the dog when it was time for her escape. The dog stopped its noise and began to wag its tail furiously as it gamboled to an unseen master. Byth prepared herself to meet this new danger with her jaw set and the dagger bared. A pleasant face peeked into the tree from several yards away. The man had flaxen hair that was tussled as if he had ridden hard for many miles and his ruddy cheeks set off his dark eyes. The wolfhound rubbed against him and whimpered for his attention as only a dog that had been spoiled by an over-affectionate master would. "Pray, m'lady. Step forth." Still brandishing shining steel at chest level Byth shuffled forward ready to attack. The dog growled as Byth came nearer. The man hissed loudly at the dog, quieting the beast. "Why have you made this tree your home, young miss?" The man's voice was melodic and familiar. Suddenly, Byth saw him for the man who had brought her with child and she darted forward to stab him. The dog began to bark viciously at Byth's thrust but the man danced away easily. He hissed at the dog again and the barking ceased but the dog's eye's followed Byth's movements carefully now. With the quiet, the man heard the whimpers of Byth's child. "What have you under your cloak, angry woman?" The man asked mockingly. Byth measured the distance to the dog and knew she couldn't reach the man without being attacked. She knew her best chance for survival was to present the man with the spawn of his loins so she tugged back her bodice to reveal the young girl's sweet blond head. The man smiled broadly, obviously taken by the beauty of the youngster. "And who's child is this?" he asked with genuine pleasure. "Do you not recognize your own flesh, m'lord?" Byth's tone was insolent. The man's smile faded quickly when he peered more closely into Byth's face. "The Innkeeper's daughter..." The man stepped forward quickly and snatched the blade from her hand prompting the dog to bark again. The man raised his hand towards the dog and it shied away just out of reach. Tossing the blade aside he pushed Byth against the tree holding her neck firmly while he held her hand so she could not cover the child again. Byth struggled but his grip was strong and she felt dizzy as he cut off her air. He examined them both closely before he released her. He tore the young girl from Byth's grasp as she panted to regain her breath. The man spun away from the mother while the dog snarled savagely at her. He measured the bundled child's heft and looked deep into her clear eyes before he turned back and smiled broadly at Byth. "You have given me a fine daughter." "She is mine!" Byth snapped causing the dog to snarl again as Byth pressed forward. The man eyed Byth again before he spoke. "You may ride my horse. I wish walk with my new-found child to learn more of her nature." Byth glared at the man with her jaw set, but her child had ceased to whimper and Byth thought she heard the child actually coo. Byth climbed into the saddle and threw her knee over the horn like a proper lady. She had ridden a horse before but never a magnificent creature like this. Her mind wasn't on the fine mount she rode but watching this man holding her baby. They walked for several hours and through the entire journey the man whispered to the child and chucked her under her chin until at length the little girl seemed quite smitten with the handsome man, smiling often, and squealing with delight when he held her high above his head. Byth watched him closely, and his dog, who never strayed from his side for long. Without her blade, against a stronger man, Byth knew she had little at her disposal to snatch back her daughter. At last, the dog dashed in long loping strides towards a clearing. A lone woman stood on its edge and clapped her hands causing the dog to sprint towards her. Kneeling she rubbed the dog's head. The woman glanced at Byth, astride the horse, and then at the man as he chatted to the bundle of cloth in his arms. As the horse trotted the several yards into the clearing, its obvious home, Byth held her head low to the woman who she assumed must have been the man's most recent victim of sexual conquest. Though this woman did not show signs of child Byth thought this man must have plied other women with stories and ale. The slender woman stepped forward and stoked the neck of the horse as it neared her. Looking directly into Byth's face she spoke. "I am Marielle..." The woman was pretty and her voice rang clearly. Head held low, Byth responded quietly, "I am called Byth, m'lady." The woman dipped her face to move into Byth's eyesight and smiled. "Call me Marielle, please." Byth was embarrassed by this woman's niceties and wondered if she would continue this pleasant behavior when she discovered that this man had taken Byth to bed and bore him a daughter at a tender age. Turning, the pleasant woman spoke to the defiler of young women. "And what have you caught this day?" "A child. A girl." Smiling and holding the girl above his head, to her obvious delight, he proclaimed loudly, "My child!" "And her mother?" The woman asked. "Yes. This is she," he nodded towards the rider on the horse. "The Innkeeper's daughter?" Byth nodded as Marielle extended her hand and bowed her head. "M'lady." Confused, Byth slid from the saddle. She glanced towards the top of Marielle's bowed head and back towards the man who now nuzzling the baby to his cheek. "Marielle is my half-sister. Not an heir to the throne but a treasured member of the royal family. A family now larger by the addition of my sweet daughter. She is a pure treasure. What do you call her?" the man asked as he kissed the infant's fingers one after the other to the child's delighted giggle. Still muddled, Byth looked back to Marielle who remained bowed towards her. "We... I haven't settled on..." Byth stammered in her confusion. The man broke in. "Marielle. We've no need for formalities is this wood." Marielle lifted her face to peer into Byth's before spoke to her brother. "You were right, m'lord. She is quite fair. The same bright green eyes of our father." Byth smiled at what she thought to be a compliment but didn't speak. "Innkeeper's daughter, our child..." The man was interrupted by his sister. "M'lord, she has a name." "Yes, yes... Her name is Byth... 'a sweeter mead I shall not taste,'" he continued impatiently. Then he stopped and an impish grim crossed his face. "But pray tell me, Byth, do you remember mine?" Anger rose in her voice as she spoke, "Nay m'lord. I was plied with much drink that eve and the memories are few, to my great relief." Marielle turned her head to hide a snicker. The young man set his jaw before he spoke in a booming voice that he must have practiced to laud over some unseen court. "I am Aubert of Greenleaf, master and king of this forest and the lands that adjoin it. Named for the Cardinal Etienne Aubert who became Pope Innocent the sixth, our last true Roman Catholic pope and..." "Innocent in name only," Marielle offered as an aside to Byth. Aubert furrowed his brow and glared at his sister. "Sister," he boomed. "Take this child, and heir to the throne, to your shelter and try not to upset it." Fighting a smile, Marielle curtsied and took Byth's child from her brother's arms. "Do not make her cry. I have done so much to make her happy," he added sardonically. "Yes m'lord." Marielle turned to Byth and asked, "So, she is yet unnamed?" Byth nodded. "None seemed fitting such a beautiful and sweet child." Aubert boomed, "Edweena! The name of my mother! So be it!" Marielle poked her finger at the newly-named Edweena's chin and took her away with the dog following closely. Byth's heart sank as the three disappeared into a small shelter made of logs and covered in moss to render it almost invisible. Now, Aubert tugged on Byth's arm. "Let us renew our knowledge of one another, fair Byth. Since your memory is lacking," Aubert blurted mockingly. He dragged Byth toward another shelter several yards from Marielle's. "M'lord, what about your mount?" Not breaking stride Aubert answered, "He will return to my whistle." Dragging her feet, Byth tried to think of another excuse. "Shouldn't we wait until dark? There are many hours left to hunt." Aubert yanked Byth close to his chest wrapping his arms around her slim waist. "We will renew our vows, Byth." He discovered her father's bow and jerked it out of the wrap that was cinched around her waist and stood it next to the entrance of the shelter. "What vows, m'lord?" Byth began to struggle in earnest against the man. "On that night you promised to be mine, alone. And I yours. I have kept my promise and we shall renew those vows here and now." "No, m'lord. Please, do not take me by force." "What force? You are promised to me. How can that be 'by force?'" With that he pulled her inside the shelter. It was warm inside, though dimly lit, by a small fire. Aubert spun her around in the small room before he fell in a crude chair near the bed. "Now, it would be my pleasure to see you unclad." Byth stood with her fists balled in front of her breasts. "Hurry!" he barked as he stomped his foot. Slowly, Byth took off a layer of clothing while the 'king of these woods' smirked and watched her movements closely. As she stripped, she put together a plot to get her child and leave this place far behind. Now her moves became more sinuous and Byth ran her hands down the sides of her ribs and over her thighs while she plucked at her last layers of clothing. Byth began to sway to some music that only she could hear but as her dance became more erotic Aubert may have hear it too. He licked his lips when she lifted the layer that covered her firm pale breasts, exposing them to the dim light. Byth's hands wandered over her nipples where she twisted them gently so that they stood out begging for the hand of a man to tease them. Her hips rocked as she wandered forward and slipped her fingers beneath the last piece of her clothing. She slid it slowly over her slim hips. It fell in a heap at her feet and she stepped out of it completely unfettered by cloth now. A woman's body of such beauty is rarely seen by mortal men, especially a woman that has given birth, but Byth possessed the long slow curves of a river before it reaches the ocean. Aubert was visibly consumed by her beauty. The sway of her hips and the light patch of auburn hair that guided a man's flesh to her womb began to hypnotize the man. Eyes closed, Byth dug a finger through the small patch of humid hair and buried her digit in the wet warmth that lie within. A moan slipped past her lips before she licked a finger on her other hand and let it also disappear into the folds of her body. Aubert sat forward eagerly in his chair. "Where did an innkeeper's daughter learn such dancing?" he queried in a strangled voice. With her eyes mere slits she whispered, "Come find out what else I learnt, m'lord." As he rose she reached to the wall behind the man and snatched up a heavy pan into her hand. She swung it wildly at Aubert but he dodged her at every swipe. At last, he spun her around and yanked the pan from her grasp. She stomped on his foot in the struggle and Aubert slapped her hard across the face. "That hurt, Innkeeper's daughter." Stunned, Byth fell to her hands and knees while trying to regain her senses. Then she felt him pull her to her feet by her red hair. He grabbed one of her hands and twisted it behind her back where upon he whispered into her ear hoarsely, "We will renew our carnal knowledge whether you consent or not." She felt a leather strap being wrapped around her wrists and then, in dismay, watched Aubert throw a rope over a rafter in the makeshift shelter. With the rope, he pulled her tied wrists high above her back and lashed the rope to a knot in the wood that protruded from the wall of the shelter. Byth, now bent over, had to stand on tiptoes to keep the straps from dislocating her shoulders. She struggled completely exposed before this man's gaze. "Now then..." He was interrupted by Byth kicking her foot at the man as she struggled to keep her balance on one foot. "Fine, then." He busied himself briefly gathering more leather straps and picking through several limbs near the fire. He grabbed one of Byth's legs so she could not kick him without falling and putting all her weight on the straps that dug into her wrists. He tied the strap around her ankle and to the limb and then nudged the back of her knee with his shoulder causing her leg to give way and the straps on her wrists held all her weight briefly. She struggled to get both feet on the floor to stop the pain. Aubert quickly tied her other ankle to the limb now and she was completely helpless and open to his sexual whim. SLAP Byth felt a sting on her bum as the man slapped her hard. Twisting against her restraints she could only try to keep from falling down with her ankles lashed apart some two feet and her wrists held high behind her back. SLAP Her body arched away from his open palm on her buttocks as he delivered a second blow. "I wanted this to be a happy reunion." SLAP She strained against the leather straps and twirled slightly while she tiptoed to regain her balance, yet she could see nothing before her but the dirt floor as she bent forward. SLAP "Ahh! Please, m'lord my concern was only for my baby!" Byth cried out breathlessly. SLAP "Our baby," he corrected. Byth sucked in deep breath of air. "Yes! Yes, m'lord! Whatever you say!" SLAP "Ahhh! Please, please! M'lord, no more!" she begged. SLAP "Aih!" She bucked forward as his hand connected with her ass cheeks again. He rested his hand on her ass now massaging it gently. "Will you have me inside you, then?" "Yes, yes, m'lord! I will," she replied panting. "Say you want me inside you," he continued. Byth hesitated briefly bringing on another blow to her already stinging bum. SLAP She twisted but the leather straps held firmly. "Yes!" she cried out. "Yes, m'lord I beg you, take me!" She screamed with tears rolling down her face, falling onto the dirt floor. But her tears were no longer from the pain but because her body had betrayed her. A wetness now filled her sex and each slap brought her closer to some unfamiliar tension in her gut: an itch that was growing in her womb that begged for something to scratch it. She wanted to feel this man who called himself the king inside her loins. She wanted to take his firm flesh in that damp place between her legs and milk it dry of the same fluids that had created her daughter. She shivered as Aubert ran his finger between her thighs tracing a line where they met. A finger dipped inside her pink flesh and her entire body shuddered with delight and her nipples grew as hard as when she first suckled her daughter. "Why, Innkeeper's daughter, I do believe you are enjoying yourself already." "Please, m'lord. My nips need attention, desperately," she gasped. He stepped to the front of her and released her hands from the rafter. He grabbed her hair and stood her up, looking down at her pink nubbins. A King's Wife Ch. 02 Aubert languished between Byth's bound legs for sometime, his cock still erect and buried inside her warm moist sex. When he attempted to withdraw his staff from her she kissed him deeply and began to pump her hips gently against him--bringing erect once again--using the restraints between her ankles to hold his loins firmly against hers. He glanced over his shoulder at her feminine ploy while she giggled and pulled his face close to hers. "Dearest Byth, I am the king. You must let me go," he whispered into her open mouth as she mashed his lips into hers for yet another deep kiss. Her tongue darted throughout his entire mouth until she was able to corner his tongue playfully. She withdrew her mouth and with half-closed eyes whispered, "You may be my king and rule all I know... except in this bed, m'lord. Here, I shall be ruler. Fair enough, Aubert of Greenleaf?" He nodded. "Fair enough, Byth of Greenleaf, former Innkeeper's daughter, now ruler of the Greenleaf bed." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close again. "My first act as ruler shall be... to make my one and only subject," she pecked him on his cheek. "You, service my nips again. For they have never had such adoration, prior." "I fear I have created a tyrant ruler." She laughed. "We shall see." He placed his hands on either side of her well-rounded breasts pressing them close together so he might examine her nipples more closely. The halo of her aureole grew wrinkled and thrust her buds tall to greet his stare. First, one sensitive nipple was sucked gently into his mouth, then the other. He blew on them and the cold caused her nips to stand erect but caused Byth to shiver. With her chin resting on her chest, she watched Aubert work on her arousal. "Now, you must make them warm again," she whispered. He stared into her green eyes briefly then answered, "Yes, m'lady." He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth biting it gently. The sensation brought a gasp from Byth and she arched her hips forward lest the king's still eager cock slip from its comfortable den. Working her nipple brought Byth to a state of arousal quickly and she began to breath heavily. "M'lady, I should remove your restraints," he whispered as he let her throbbing nipple slip from his mouth. "Nay," she corrected, holding the back of his head in her hands. "I fear if you release me I may try to cause you harm, again." Byth smirked as she spoke. "Then, m'lady should be further restrained." He darted away from her body leaving an emptiness inside her that would have caused her great sorrow if she had to endure it a lifetime. "Alas, no subject of my bed can leave 'my kingdom'..." she thrust her hips up off the bed slightly as she spoke the last two words, "...unattended unless I permit it." The Queen of Greenleaf set her bottom lip out to show her displeasure. But Aubert was busy gathering items from the small room. Byth pushed herself up on her elbows and she sat with her heels close to her ass, her knees wide apart. Aubert turned to peer at her on the bed and he smiled broadly. "I pray to have this picture painted for our royal chamber." Byth giggled and fell back onto the bed. At last, Aubert returned with several items behind his back. His cock was still hard and it bobbed in front of Byth's face, now merely inches from her lips. She swallowed hard before she spoke. "M'lord, I've seen... I've seen women who have..." She felt her face grow hot as she spoke. "Women who have taken a... man... into their mouth." She glanced up into his eyes. He smiled down at her. "The men seemed to enjoy it. I would desire to taste this fine... cock." She struggled to get the word out. "... if it would please the king." She looked up to his face quickly as she finished. "I've heard such arts have brought men pleasure." Slowly he inched his hips forward until Byth could dab her tongue on the end of his glans and lap away the clear sticky fluid at the tip. His cock came closer to her mouth and she opened wide to accept it. It slid past her inviting lips and she pressed her tongue against the underside as it probed into her mouth. Aubert's eyes closed as he drifted into the pleasure that the young girl's mouth was giving him. As his bulk neared the back of her throat she felt like she might gag but she relied on the technique she had used as a little girl when eating soft turnips: she held her breath and craned her neck slightly. It worked perfectly. He pulled the head of his cock slowly back to the entrance of her mouth and let out a sigh of joy as he did. Aubert shivered slightly at this short journey. "M'lady, this is an art I could grow to enjoy." Byth swallowed to prevent a smile and Aubert jerked his penis from her mouth. "What is wrong, m'lord? Did I hurt you?" Byth smacked her lips as she expressed genuine concern. "Quite the contrary. It was delicious, but, I dare say, such treatment might cause another outburst from my cock. And I'm not ready for that just yet," he answered smiling. "Did you really like it?" Byth asked innocently. Aubert nodded and eased his cock forward again slowly. Her lips encircled his glans again and she swallowed gently. Aubert's body trembled slightly as he let out a sigh and placed his palm against the side of her face. "Yes, m'lady." A tremble was in his voice as he spoke. "That is pleasing." Byth took a deep breath, held it and craned her neck as she took his smooth organ deeper into her mouth this time before she swallowed. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks now and she could feel him shake when she applied a slight suction and pulled her head back. The king moaned quietly as she did so. Glancing up, she could see his head had fallen back on his shoulders. She released his cock from the suction of her tender mouth and his eyes popped open as he looked down at her face. "You must watch me to be assured I am doing right by the king's staff," she whispered with half-closed eyes. "Yes," he hissed and pressed his hand against her smooth cheek. With a slurp, she had him back in her mouth taking that short journey to the back of her throat and paradise. The smooth skin sliding along her lips was causing an itch in Byth's body. But this itch was where the king had so recently vacated. Her womb cried out for attention but she didn't want to distract Aubert who was thoroughly enjoying her treatment of his manhood. Her fingers drifted to her sex of their own accord and as she spread the auburn hair that grew on her lips and she grazed against that nubbin that controlled her pleasure. A slight shiver ran through her body when her fingers nudged it. An easy rhythm emerged as her head bobbed slowly up and down on Aubert's great shaft and she found that tugging at the skin just above her nub sent a great pleasure coursing through her entire body, somewhat like the tiny lights that would dance from one's fingertips when handling wool on a cold winter's night. Aubert's hips jerked slightly and with a shudder he reluctantly pulled his firmness from her mouth. "I must save these juices for the creation of our next child, my sweet." Still massaging herself Byth spread apart her labia with two fingers and dabbed her middle finger against the wet sticky opening that led to her womb. Panting Byth whispered, "Let me prepare a place for your juices, sire." Aubert watched mesmerized by her hand as it danced between the folds of her skin. She pulled her bound heels tight against her ass as the pleasure began to build inside her chest. Aubert crept close between her wide-open legs to watch her actions. Resting his head against her knee Aubert kissed the inside of her leg tenderly as her fingertip pushed her nubbin in small circles. With her eyes mere slits now, Byth spun her finger in a circle rapidly corralling her clitoris. Aubert leaned in to watch more closely and Byth clutched at the back of his head pulling him forward until his lips met the lips of her sex. "Please sire, with your tongue," she whispered. Leaning still closer a gentle lapping from the king felt wonderful on her puss and she fairly squealed with delight. "To the side, now." She begged breathlessly. He complied and began to slap at her nubbin playfully causing her to arch her back so it no longer touched the bed. Thrashing about she found Aubert was lying on the restraints that held her legs apart. She whimpered as she struggled against them. Aubert extended his tongue deep between her swollen lips tickling something deep inside her belly. Her fingers twisted the king's tussled hair as she hit her first orgasm from a man's tongue. Her entire body shook as the pleasure hit her in the forehead. She opened her eyes briefly, as her face pitched back in ecstasy. A series of squeaks came from deep in her throat and her hands now moved to massage her erect nipples. She twisted them hard in an attempt to quell the fire inside her midsection. Aubert peeked over the wispy forest of hair that grew near her sex towards the young girl's face. Watching in fascination he continued to tickle her insides with his tongue while the veins on her neck stood out as she strained to pull his mouth inside her willing body. Her breath came out in a rush. "Sheeez!" Shudders overwhelmed her and a trembling continued for several moments until she released her nipples from her own torturing fingers and yanked the king's head from her pulsing dampness. "Please, I beg of you, sire," she panted. "I fear my heart may leap..." she sucked in deep breath, "...from my chest if you continue." Rising to his knees his staff pointed towards her opening, waving at her lustfully. He picked up a piece of rope that lay on the bed which he tossed over a rafter. Attaching it to the limb that held her legs apart he hauled the rope in and Byth's feet were pulled upward. When her legs were held high above her head he tied the rope to the bed and moved closer to her fully exposed sex. A gentle push at the entrance of her body and the king slipped himself inside her dampness. With his eyes staring directly into her sparking green eyes he fell forward onto her willing body burying his cock to its full length. Byth's mouth fell open from the shock of his fall. She tried to speak: to beg him for mercy, as his lance felt much too large for such an attack, but only a whimper came out. He pulled his cock out to the very edge of her body and she felt dizzy, yet he plunged to its full length again. She cried out in pain and pleasure, never knowing the two could be so closely linked inside the most tender part of her body. "Yes, my lovely. Cry out if you must but no one will come to your aid." A cruel smile crossed his lips as he pulled his loins back and plunged deep inside her again. "Uhng!" Byth could only squeak out unintelligible sounds as the king punished her with his large cock. "Is it large and lovely, my sweet?" Aubert taunted his new queen. Mouth wide-open in painful pleasure she could not speak but instead nodded almost imperceptibly while her eyes drank in his every line and handsome feature. He banged into her body again and Byth could feel tears of pure sexual joy welling up in her eyes as he did so. Byth's stretched sex was taking a beating from "the man who would be king" while he unrelentingly pounded himself between her legs. The restraints on her ankles would not allow her to move into some position that might halt or slow his assault on her exposed body. Again and again she had ridden to the top of carnal pleasure and screeched in passion as she floated over the brink of her climax. Her stomach muscles ached from the repeated spasms that wracked her belly from her orgasms. Aubert smiled as he consumed her flesh, burning her lust to fuel his angry stiffness. With her head pitching from side to side Byth spied Marielle enter the room quietly and stride towards the bed. Her clothing fell off her body easily as she sat next to Byth's head watching her brother pump his cock inside the red-haired woman's damp folds. Lovingly, Marielle cradled Byth's head in her arms holding the king's consort against her bosom. Byth's cheek rested against Marielle's smooth breast in a sweet embrace. Byth watched as Marielle's hand slipped between her own thighs and began to slowly massage the entrance of her pubic mound. The light colored hair protecting Marielle's sex parted readily and her eyes closed slowly when she dabbed her finger inside her body. Aubert slowed his pace, now pushing his shaft deeper inside Byth to probe her farthest recesses. "She will be my queen," Aubert puffed as he stared into Byth's green eyes. "From the first moment you told me of the Innkeeper's daughter I knew you would make her yours, m'lord," Marielle answered while she caressed Byth's face. As he slowed almost to a stop Aubert spoke again. "We must be certain that the heir to the throne is of my loins. Let no man doubt it with my own sister as a witness." Byth's hands clutched at Marielle's arm as Aubert picked up his pace once again. The slapping noise from Aubert's hips against Byth's naked buttocks grew loud and she approached another orgasm. Marielle's slim hand found its way between the open lips of Byth's sex and delicately tickled her nubbin with a gentle up and down motion. Byth cried out as she rode over a new climax of both her womb and her clit. The simultaneous come from her depths and the entrance to her body was more than she take and her bladder emptied as every muscle in her body tensed until she thought they would tear in half. Aubert grunted and slowed his passion pushing his cock to the very bottom of her womb to deliver his seed. Byth was vaguely aware of the king's cock pulsing and the feeling of his great warm spunk filling her belly. She shuddered again and her head arched back into the bedding as her body trembled with desire. Aubert pushed himself proudly onto his knees between Byth's splayed legs. "This is surely the love that creates a son," he panted. "Maybe we should (gasp) make a second attempt." Byth fought to breathe. "Just to be certain, m'lord." The royal family roared with laughter. A King's Wife Ch. 03 That next morning Aubert of Greenleaf took Byth roughly and quickly as she stood changing her infant daughter. Afterward, Aubert snatched up the girl and hauled her out into the sunshine as Marielle led his steed forward equipped with his tools for the day's hunt. Now, Byth saw her father's yew bow strung and at the ready on the horn of the king's saddle. Aubert caught Byth's staring at the weapon as he placed the baby close to his bosom where he tied her fast with several wraps of muslin. "Tis a fine bow and your father should be proud of it. I must return to find the quality blade we left in the woods after you tried to skewer my arse with it." Byth rubbed her open palm along the back of his thigh towards his strong ass as she answered. "I am glad I was not successful, m'lord. It would have been a shame to ruin an arse of such metal." She smirked as she spoke. Aubert smiled and gave his new queen a peck on the cheek before he mounted his horse with Edweena clinging to his chest. "Pray, be careful with the heir to the throne, m'lord," Byth said as she patted her daughter on the back swaddled in her muslin sling. Aubert smiled as his horse bolted toward the edge of the clearing. "She'll outride me a'fore long," he shouted over his shoulder as they disappeared into the dark forest with the hound in close pursuit. Byth strolled back to the shelter and Marielle joined in step. "He spoke highly of you when he returned from his journey, Byth. He told of a sassy little vixen who captured his heart with barely a word." Byth blushed at the king's sister's comments. "God deemed it... to bring you here to this wood and claim your rightful place beside the king." "What about you, fair Marielle? Surely you would claim the crown before I or my... before Edweena." "Nay, m'lady." Marielle looked away while sadness colored her blue eyes. "I was the spawn of the king and his consort after the death of his queen. You are my brother's first." Marielle looked deep into Byth's eyes as she continued. "I can never lay claim to the crown but I can be treated with honor and respect as long as a Greenleaf rules this kingdom. To that end, I would die to keep that royal lineage on the throne." "But, pray tell, where is this throne at present?" Byth spoke as she stroked Marielle's cheek with the back of her hand to soothe the woman's sadness. "Under the arse of a pretender, m'lady. But with you, Edweena, my brother, and myself we will correct that situation." "How?" Marielle smiled and took Byth's hand in hers and led her to the shelter. A lump grew in Byth's throat with each step towards the hidden hut though she could not completely understand why. Crossing the shelter's threshold Byth tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. Marielle sat Byth down on the edge of the small wooden bed and Byth's head began to swim. Marielle was an attractive woman but the red-haired girl wasn't sure she wanted to give herself to any woman, if indeed, the blond wanted to sample the Byth's carnal charms. Marielle rummaged in a small chest and Byth prepared herself to bolt if Marielle tried to restrain her as the king had. When the lithesome blond turned back she held two odd metal objects that Byth couldn't identify. "A device to keep the wife of a king happy," she explained giving the balls to the other girl. They were shiny as if made of fine silver and were heavy in Byth's hands. "A gift from an emissary of Cathay to Marco Polo," Marielle continued. Marielle sat next to Byth, on the edge of the bed, before she took the balls from the queen's hands. After pulling her dress up above her waist, Marielle put one ball, then the other, in her mouth to wet them. Then she spread her legs wide, pushing in one ball. As Marielle passed the second ball through the light brown hair guarding the pathway to her womb she began a slow rocking motion. Her eyes closed as she began to rock faster. With her eyes mere slits, she looked to Byth and whispered. "One is filled with quicksilver. They feel wonderful, m'lady." Marielle pointed to the small chest and Byth rose to look inside. A second set of shiny balls sat at the ready. Byth sat next to the sister of the king and spread her legs to accommodate the balls. Byth hiked up her own gown and slipped one shiny ball inside her sex. The king's moisture still lingered and made the passage of the balls inside her rather easy. When the second ball slipped inside Byth she sat for several moments disappointed that nothing happened. Marielle was rocking faster now and her cheeks were crimson with passion. She glanced at Byth and croaked breathlessly, "Now, rock back and fro." Once the balls banged together inside her she knew what caused Marielle such joy and she shivered. Byth knew immediately she would enjoy these gifts from the east. Byth sucked in a sharp breath as the balls clanked together inside her slick pink folds of flesh. "Aha, Marielle. These make my belly feel warm." "They should, dear sister." Marielle's breathing became labored as she rocked faster. Her hand fell onto the bedding which she twisted into a knot as she approached her climax. A whine from deep in the blond's throat rose up, her eyes clamped shut and Byth watched the other woman's chest heave. The breath rushed out of Marielle's lungs as she hit her climax and Byth watched as Marielle's entire body shook in the throes of an intense rapture. With Byth's ardor now fueled, she rocked faster in order to find this pleasure for herself. Marielle sat next to Byth panting, her chin resting on her chest and eyes still clamped shut. Byth closed her own eyes to imagine the king as deliverer of this carnal delight. When Byth opened her eyes she saw an imposing Moor standing in the doorway. "Alas, Marielle," Byth sputtered. "We are not alone!" The tall man strode forward and yanked the blond to her feet by one arm. With an odd "clank" the balls, that traveled halfway 'round the world, slipped out of Marielle's body to land on the dirt floor. "Please, master," Marielle said with a start. "Whom do you serve and what is your purpose here?" The Moor only grinned as he stared into Marielle's deep blue eyes. "M'lady, run when I pull away from this crude barbarian," the blond whispered as though the dark man could not hear her at an arm's length. When Marielle tugged at her captor's grasp Byth leaped from the bed and sprinted towards the door, only to be met by a slight man dressed in chain mail. Byth lashed out at the man and as he caught her hands in his she kicked at his groin, connecting solidly. The man fell quickly to the dirt floor but the Moor quickly had a hold of her arm and wouldn't let her escape. With the Moor holding both women by their arms neither could escape. Slowly, the man in chain mail stood. When he was, at last, to height, Byth stood several inches taller. He then slapped Byth hard with the back of his hand. With this blow Byth fell to the floor and her body relaxed causing the metal balls to drop from the confines of her sex. Byth wavered on her hands and knees while the Moor laughed to see the second set of metal pleasure toys roll out from under her dress on the dirt floor. The man screamed at the Moor in a foreign tongue and the man instantly became silent and sullen. The Moor released Marielle and the man in chain mail took two steps forward to confront the blond. "You must be Marielle of Greenleaf. You are not the game I seek," he said with flourish. "But I think you should lure in my prey." "Agents of the great pretender to the throne, I assume." Marielle spat her words with equal flourish into the face of the man. "A true king is the man who can hold his throne, fair Marielle." The man leaned close to the blond as he inhaled the scent of sex. With his short blade drawn, the man wearing chain mail, circled the sister to the king. "Behave and I may keep you as a comforter for my cock." The man muttered something to the Moor prompting the dark man to yank Byth onto her feet by her long red hair. Then the Moor brandished a cool shiny blade near her neck. "If the true king's subjects are dead, what pull would you have on Aubert of Greenleaf?" Marielle blurted out in an effort to save Byth. The man in chain mail shook his head at the Moor who then relaxed his grip on Byth's head and lowered his blade. Marielle stood defiant and the man in chain mail softened his stare. "It will be a pleasure to have your flesh wrapped around mine, wench." With this, the man spun on his heel and left the hut. Marielle let out her breath. Peering out of the doorway Byth saw several other men standing near the man in chain mail as he issued commands. "He'll be awaiting the return of Aubert to kill him. Without a true ruler any man can claim the throne as his own," Marielle finished. Byth's eyes darted around the hut looking for some clue to help the two women out of their predicament. Finding none she looked sidelong at the Moor and in a conspiratorial tone asked. "Fair sister. You never told me how the family of Greenleaf could retake the throne from the pretender to the crown." With a faint smile on her lips Marielle said, "The power a woman keeps hidden between her thighs is stronger than any steel... and more deadly. The Moor shall be our liberator." Beth's eyes widened at this. The Moor remained unmoved by their exchange. "This Moor?" Byth asked between her clenched teeth. "Uh hum," Marielle murmured without parting her lips. The Moor stood in the open doorway with arms akimbo. Marielle eyed the tall man as she stepped forward slowly to confront him. "I have heard tales of these men and such cocks they may possess. They are said to be twice the size of most Englishman." Marielle reached towards the man's wraparound garment. The giant's hand darted to the blade at his waist. "Careful, my sister," Byth whispered. With a slow and steady movement Marielle reached out towards the Moor's manhood and he relaxed his grip on the handle of the blade. The men even smiled as Marielle's delicate fingers fished through the folds of his garment. When she found her prize and gave it a gentle squeeze the man looked down into her blue eyes and he let loose with a quiet sigh. "Is it true?" Byth chirped. Marielle chuckled softly before she answered. "It is, indeed, true." Slowly, the blond slid down to her knees as she exposed the man's flesh to the dim light of the hut. Byth's eyes grew wide as the black-skinned manhood burst forth. It was larger even than Aubert's and Byth was sure such a large man would tear her in half. Marielle wrapped both her hands around his shaft leaving just enough for her to take in her mouth without choking. The blackness of this man against Marielle's pale flesh was striking and Byth felt a lump in her throat as she watched Marielle open her mouth and slip the dark giant's glans into her mouth. An odd sucking noise came from the blond's throat as she craned her neck forward and held her breath. A length of the man's black shaft disappeared into Marielle's mouth that was equal to a width of her hand and still there was a measure of dark flesh between her hands and lips. Letting out her breath, Marielle pulled her head back slowly. She smacked her lips before she spoke. "His must the largest on this island," Marielle panted as she moved to swallow the man's flesh again. "But I will conquer even this." The moment her lips stretched around his glans and she applied a gentle suction the giant pulled Marielle to her feet. Byth prepared to flee. The Moor glanced out the doorway quickly and then pulled Marielle to the bed where he motioned at her clothing. This man wanted to see the lithesome blond, unclothed. Byth began to sidle towards the door until the Moor grabbed her by the arm, pulling her next to Marielle. He motioned towards Byth's garment, also. The two women were to be naked as babes before this man's eyes. Both woman stripped and at last, the pair stood naked before the admiring eyes of this black-skinned giant. The Moor pushed Byth backwards onto the bed, first. "We must protect the heirs to the throne," Marielle piped up as she climbed onto the bed to push gently on Byth's shoulders. Byth gave no resistance and lay back on the bedding to open herself completely to the blond woman. With a muffled whimper Marielle fell face first between the future queen's thighs where she began to lap at the wetness between the swollen lips of Byth's sex. The blond turned her hips towards Byth's face where Marielle threw her leg over Byth's head covering the red-head's exposed body with her own. Byth saw Marielle's plan clearly, now. Marielle would offer her womb to the Moor to protect the seed of the king. Not having much experience with the pleasures two people could share with lips and tongue, alone, Byth flicked her tongue as she had seen the garden snakes when captured in hand. With Marielle's thighs directing Byth's mouth, Byth lapped at a spot until she felt Marielle's body tense and her legs grow rigid. "Yes, m'lady," Marielle hissed from between Byth's legs. "That is the special spot we both share." With this, Marielle dabbed her tongue at Byth's open flesh while they both moved to a shared rhythm of womanly joy. "Oh, Marielle," Byth whined quietly. "This must be the purest joy possible without a man's flesh." After experimenting with the shiny balls Byth was quite randy and the delicate pressure from Marielle's tongue was bringing her to a peak quickly Marielle moaned as Byth hit her button of pleasure just right. This vibration from Marielle's moan caused Byth to arch her back and forget her task of mutual delight. With her fingernails digging into Marielle's ass cheeks, Byth lifted her shoulders off the bedding with her head as she arched up to complete a fulfilling orgasm. A spark of lust lit a fire in her thighs that burned to her belly, traveled to her nipples and finally came to rest in the back of her neck. Panting, Byth dove tongue first back between the moist lips of the blond. Byth caught the small nub partially hidden by a small hood of skin with her lips and began to slap it vigorously with her tongue. Now Marielle began to twist vigorously in Byth's grasp and the red-head had to tighten her grip in order to keep her tongue in contact with the woman's slippery pink flesh. The Moor watched the pair for some time before he knelt on the bed with his manhood bobbing directly above Byth's face and pointing at Marielle's fully exposed sex. Byth watched as the black flesh of the man split the swollen lips of the small blond and disappeared inside her body. Marielle hissed into Byth's pubic hair as the huge cock rode to her depths. Fascinated by the scene, Byth peered at the giant's balls as they approached her face. The sagging flesh bumped gently into Byth's forehead but the length of the man filling Marielle had caused the woman to whine loudly and to scratch at Byth's thighs as the blond tried to escape the savaging attack by the black man-snake that had cleaved her insides. Marielle growled like a beast as the black flesh, that stretched her opening wide, rode long into her body. Several inches of the man's dark flesh could not fit inside the lithesome blond. "My sister, 'tis the finest cock ever, I am sure." Marielle whispered into Byth's damp auburn hair. Marielle's tongue darted out to tickle Byth's nubbin of flesh causing Byth to suck in a mouthful of air and return to her own task of mutual passion. The sight of this man's dark flesh moving inside her fair-skinned sister's body had fascinated Byth and she almost forgot there was supposed to a plan in the making. The giant moved more rapidly now and Marielle cried out at his thrusts. Dabbing her tongue between the blond's stretched lips Byth busied herself with pleasing this woman who was protecting her. The body on top of Byth's began to shiver and shake from foot to head. Marielle cried out in some tongue Byth had never heard while the blond began to twist her body in ecstasy. A high pitched whine from the depths of the King's sister threatened to strangle the girl but Byth knew the sound was that of a young woman's orgasm. The point of Byth's tongue slapped at Marielle's fleshy button causing her entire body to jerk, causing the giant to grab her shoulders as he began to bury his wicked cock into her very depths. Marielle screamed into the bedding when the man pushed himself to his full length inside her. Byth watched closely as the his balls rose up slightly and began to deliver his seed inside the other woman's body. Several groans mixed into one as Marielle found her pleasure peaked at the same time as the black-skinned man. Between Byth's legs she could feel her sister wad the bedding into her hands and could hear the blond scream out in pure joy into the cloth. To Byth's surprise the man's cock began to pulse and she could see, in the dim light, the bottom side squeeze his spunk down its length and into the slim girl's womb. His moan prompted Byth to reach up and hold the man's balls gently in her hand as they emptied. To view this act from such a close angle caused Byth great pleasure and when Marielle's face fell close to her sister's sex, panting heavily, Byth found she was very near her own satisfaction. "Please, I beg you Marielle," Byth whimpered. "My body demands release... please." Byth's voice was a hiss as she pleaded for attention. The response was quick. A tongue tickled along the length of Byth's slippery slit until it ran into her stiff clit headlong. "Oh, yes!" Byth whined aloud as her sister managed to hit her clit perfectly bringing her to shaking climax. Byth held her breath as she was overwhelmed by her come and each and every muscle within her small body threatened to tear in half. "Ish!" The noise escaped from Byth's lips while her body went stiff as a timber. The bed shook for several moments under the weight of Byth's strong come... then it was quiet except for the heavy breathing of three sated souls. They lay entangled for several minutes enjoying the glow they shared after their mutual pleasure. As the man removed his flesh from Marielle's body Byth watched and marveled at the great length of him slowly easing out the blond's slim body. Byth felt Marielle's face fall between her thighs as if in resignation, or more likely, relief to be free of the monster that burrowed inside her but also a greater wish for its return. The moor sighed happily before he eased his bulk off the bed to return to guard duty in front of the door. The two women lay together for several more minutes. "The first part of your plan has worked well, dear sister," Byth giggled. Marielle joined in quickly. "I might need to ploy him further," Marielle laughed out loud. Hanging her head back, over the edge of the bed, Byth could now see outside the hut clearly, though it was framed by the moor's wide-spread legs. A sudden flurry of activity caught her eye. A man clutched at his chest just as a twig seemed to quickly sprout from his chest. Then a second man fell to the ground gasping with a twig at his bosom. A third man sprinted away and then Byth knew Aubert of Greenleaf had returned with her father's bow. Those twigs were, no doubt, arrows let loose by the king himself. The loud baying of the hound could then be heard inside the hut and the moor backed away from the door to guard his wards more closely. The short man with chain mail burst through the doorway with his blade drawn. "He has surprised us," the man panted. "We've no need for these wenches, now." The man rushed towards the women to dispatch them, the hand that carried the blade held high. As the shiny blade began to fall towards Byth's unprotected breast a dark hand shot out to hold the arm that guided it. A King's Wife Ch. 03 The short man's eye were wild with fear as he tugged several times at the giant's grasp. The moor would not yield. Screams filled the hut in a foreign tongue but the moor refused the short man's command who now twisted in big man's grip. Marielle and Byth huddled beside the bed as the men struggled. The blade fell from the short man's hand to the floor where Marielle scrambled to snap it up. The short man swung wildly at her with his free hand knocking her senseless to the floor. The moor pulled the other man completely off the floor and grabbed his face in his huge hand. With a quick twist the fight was over. The giant dropped the dead man to the floor where he collapsed in a pile. The dark skin of the moor's hand contrasted sharply with the fair skin and light colored hair of Marielle's head as he cradled her lovingly to his chest. Marielle came to and finding herself engulfed in the moor's tender grasp she brushed his cheek with the back of her hand. Aubert burst through the doorway with the blade Byth had carried only yesterday, dripping with the blood of the interlopers. With his blade at the ready Aubert moved against the moor quickly though the giant offered no resistance but simply stared into the deep blue eyes of the small naked form huddled in his lap. "Nay, brother." Marielle held up her hand to stop the execution. "This man saved both your sister and your wife." Aubert's eyes darted around the room quickly and finally to the lifeless heap of flesh that once was the short man in chain mail. All seemed calm inside the hut so Aubert threw himself outside again to continue his fight if need be. Byth hurried outside to join him. The strangers appeared dead and when the hound came loping back with a bloodied muzzle Aubert knew they were safe at last. "Aubert, where is Edweena, pray tell." Byth was breathless. His shoulders sagged as he finally relaxed. "Safe, dear Byth." Aubert whistled loudly and his great horse trotted into the clearing with Edweena, in her muslin wrap, dangling from the saddle. Byth ran to Edweena and hoisted her aloft. The child seemed unconcerned and had nuzzled her head against the horse's side as the steed trotted towards its master's call. "We must move against this pretender, quickly. We are no longer safe here." Aubert's arm pulled Byth and his daughter close. Byth lowered her head onto his shoulder and took in a lung full of the man's scent. There would be no other man in her life, she was certain of that. Only two of the enemies' horses could be caught and Aubert knew when the other mounts returned to their stable empty the counterfeit king would send greater numbers into the forest to find and kill the Greenleaf family. Aubert's plan called for Marielle and her protector, the moor, to ride separately to the palace while Aubert and Byth conducted there own intrigue elsewhere. Aubert waved to his sister and the giant, who now carried the king's daughter close to his breast, as the two spurred their mounts to their destination. While Byth and Aubert shared his intelligent and strong steed Byth found herself becoming aroused by the motion of the animal and the closeness of her king. A giggle slipped passed her lips as she reached behind to clutch at Aubert's manhood. "You are an amorous queen, I dare say." With this Aubert gathered up his queen in his arms and turned her so that her face was to his and her legs dangled over his thighs. His cod piece opened easily under Byth's fingers and she was able to hike up her dress to accommodate his staff as she rode facing backward. Byth held her king's cock gently, rubbing it up and down the length of her opening. By pressing his erect flesh against her clit she found she quickly drew close to her pleasure. Heavy breathing from his queen caused Aubert some great desire now. He leaned into the woman and kissed her deeply, their two tongues darting from his mouth to hers and back again. The horse continued to plod along while the pair engaged in sexual sport on its back. Between Aubert's thumb and forefinger Byth's nipples received a gentle but complete mauling as they rode. Byth let just the head of the king's cock slip between the puffy lips that were the entrance to her body. A slow trembling sigh came from Byth's mouth as each step of the great horse pushed her king's stiff flesh nearer her womb. An attack of kisses aimed at the king's neck drove his cock deeper within Byth's belly. No longer able to gnaw on her king's neck because of the impending pleasure in her body she found her chin falling to her own chest where a thin trickle of drool trailed to her bodice. She slurped loudly as she closed her mouth. "Aubert," she whimpered. "Yes," He hissed into her cleavage, dabbing his tongue between the top of her breasts. "Surely this beast can canter." Her voice was a strained whisper. He chuckled and spurred the animal on. Byth fell forward onto his shoulder in ecstasy as each step drove the man's cock to her depths and back out, over and over again. "Ouch," Aubert complained quietly. "I fear my queen may draw blood with her nails before we even confront our enemies..." "I'm sorry, my dear Aubert," she whispered into his collar. "'tis from great pleasure and not anger I assure you." At that, Aubert spurred his horse to a gallop and Byth squealed in both pain and pleasure as his mount hit its stride. Closer and closer Byth came to a climax. The movement of the horse was far closer to the rhythm of Aubert's lovemaking than she expected. As she approached her climax she whined and cried aloud before clawing at Aubert's chest while he held himself strong against her, rolling with the movement of his stallion's gait. A glance at her own wide-spread legs with the king's smooth shaft sliding between the puffy lips of her sex sent her reeling over the top of her orgasm. The sight of his pink firm flesh splitting her body open to his attack was all she needed for completion. Byth fought to keep her eyes open so she could better watch his cock sliding inside her. The shininess her womanly enjoinment coated his staff in was the excitement his shaft gave her again and again. "My nips, Aubert," she gasped. He grabbed her aching nipples in his firm grasp and twisted them gently. This produced a pang of lovely pain throughout her body and she whined as she squirmed to take all of the flesh he could offer her. She was now completely fulfilled. The king let go of his queen's nips as he arrived at his own carnal peak. Byth whispered the name of her king over and over as she felt his sticky warmth bathe her womb. Aubert, at that moment, had clenched his eyes shut and grabbed a handful of Byth's clothing in each fist, threatening to tear the fabric, as he pushed her body onto his shaft to empty his balls into the woman who was now his beloved queen. Aubert clung to Byth as he slowed his horse with a gentle spur. "Surely," Byth managed between her ragged breaths. "Every farmer's field would be plowed if given a steed as clever as this one." She finished with a giggled. Aubert added gasping, "Aye, and every farmer's wife." Now, they both laughed loudly. A King's Wife Ch. 04 The heir to the Greenleaf Castle and his queen-to-be arrived outside the gray stone walls in time to see a well-armed group of soldiers gallop towards the deep forest and the royal hideout with the false king at the head. The gathering gloom of the night would set their plan into motion perfectly. Aubert touched Byth's stomach affectionately as he bade her farewell. "Guard the precious seed that I have planted. For he will mount the throne someday to carry on the Greenleaf rule. And guard yourself, sweet Byth. Without you, I know of no kingdom that would please me." The fair red-head blushed at the king's proclamation and threw her arms around his neck to pull him close. "You shall take your rightful place, sire," Byth whispered into his ear before she took one step back and lowered her head. His index finger pulled the girl's chin even with his. "You shall never bow before me, sweet Byth." After a peck on his cheek she hurried towards the gates. The moor, Marielle, Edweena, and the hound had already arrived and were about to set their part into play. With hand signals and tender touches the blond had instructed the moor on his role. He grinned broadly at his new love while he turned the duty of guarding the sweet Edweena's over to the huge hound. Marielle waited at the door of the garrison wearing a diaphanous gown of the finest silk, a gift from a suitor when her father, the king of Greenleaf, was still on the throne. The remaining soldiers didn't stand a chance against her beauty: a beauty that shone through the shear fabric even as darkness was falling. Footsteps on the roof signaled that her brother had arrived and that now was the time to act upon their plan. The faithful hound stood guard over the toddler Edweena while the rest set about their duties. Byth remained bowed in the scribes' anteroom, while the queen was summoned to hear this red-head's claim that she alone knew the location of Aubert of Greenleaf. Looking down her nose at the kneeling woman the false queen stepped close to Byth to take in her beauty. It was known to many that the woman seated beside the false king had an eye for a woman's charms and had taken many female subjects to her bed. This was an important part of their plot to rid the castle of the pretenders. "Rise my dear," the woman beckoned. "What is the name of one so pleasing to my eyes?" "Byth is the name I was born with, my queen." Byth curtsied keeping her eyes downcast as she arose. "Leave us," the queen barked at the scribes who scurried away like mice caught in the glare of a new day. "Please, you may call me Henrietta since we shall become much closer." There was a familiar tone to the queen's voice when she continued. With a crooked finger under Byth's chin the queen lifted the younger woman's face up so she could inspect it more closely. "Oh bother," the woman sighed. "You may call me Hanna in the security of these chambers," the woman finished with a shake of curly brown hair. "You have flawless skin Byth. Is all of your skin so well kept?" Byth nodded shyly. "Then, it would be my pleasure to see it... All of it, my dear." Hanna took Byth's hand in hers and led her up the stairs to her private chamber where she had her trysts with the pretty young women of the kingdom. The woman fell onto the bed and stared into Byth's face for some time before she spoke. "Turn 'round, young Byth, so I can see your shape more clearly." Byth whirled with flourish and looked at the false queen with a longing in her stare meant to complete her ruse. "Now, show me the charms of that young body your face has promised." Byth pulled a small box from her sleeves and placed it on the bed before she stepped back to begin her striptease. "And this?" The queen queried. "A gift of pleasure to enjoy while I entertain you, dear Hanna." Hanna smiled when the lid fell open and the two shiny silver balls appeared. "I have heard of such items, Byth. Pray, how do I accommodate these tools of rumored pleasure?" Byth rushed to the bedside and pushed Hanna's skirt up her thighs but then stopped with a blush of embarrassment. "With your permission." Hanna smiled. "Most certainly." The false queen was quite taken with this beautiful, and obviously randy, young girl. Slowly now, Byth hiked Hanna's skirt up to her waist. When Hanna's soft brown pubic hair came into Byth's view she leaned towards it and with a glance at the woman's eyes looked for a signal to continue. Hanna nodded slightly as Byth's lips approached her already damp and matted pubic hair. A tongue split the sticky lips of the false queen's sex and Hanna, overwhelmed by pleasure watching the lovely red-head between her legs treating her clit to a royal tongue bathing, gave in to desire. Hanna sucked in a deep breath when Byth dove into her puss with abandon. Using nibbles and gentle nips at the older woman's wide open puss Byth caused the woman to cry out in passion and to clutch at Byth's hair in order to pull her face more snugly into the brown tangle of hair below the woman's waist. "Oh ho, dear Byth," Hanna panted. "I would not need these balls with a pleasing girl, like you, at my side." The words were whispered close to Byth's ear when Hanna sat forward to hug Byth head to her breast. "But," Hanna pulled Byth's head away from her well of lust with a sigh. "I want you to take great interest with my nips, also, sweet girl. Do you understand?" Byth nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed, I do, Hanna." This brought a smirk to Hanna's face. "Then show me." Hanna sprawled back onto the bed awaiting the red-head's next move. The back of Byth's hand gently stroked Hanna's cheek to slow down their sapphic play. Hanna's responded was a contented sigh and she even kissed the red-head's finger tips. Busy hands fussed with Hanna's outer garments until they were laid on the bed to surround the false queen. Hanna now wore only her white bodice and Byth slowly untied the top ribbon and tugged gently on the garment. Taut nipples riding high on firm small breasts sprang free and Byth quickly covered one with her mouth while Hanna grabbed the other in her grasp and massaged it between her thumb and index digit. A sigh of building sexual pleasure filled the chamber and Hanna's head arched back, lifting her shoulders off the bedding and pushing her firm breasts upward so that Byth could completely consume them. Byth was caught up in this game now and she responded by twisting the other woman's nipples between her teeth ever so gently bringing a hiss from deep in Hanna's chest. "Careful, my Byth," Hanna whimpered. "You are at the edge between pain and pleasure." At this, Byth sucked Hanna's nipple deep into her mouth and Hanna bucked her hips in answer. "Oh God, in heaven, Byth. You truly know how to treat a woman's needs." Hanna was whining in delight by now and Byth found a pressure building in her own loins with this woman's nipple in her mouth. "But please, Byth I must see you completely unclothed," Hanna whispered breathlessly. Crawling off the bed, Byth was a surprised to find her own breathing was rapid and she found herself wanting to please Hanna in a way only a women could. Byth's fingertips dallied near the opening at the top of her own gown tracing an outline along the top of her larger and younger bosoms. Hanna sat on the bed with her bodice bunched around her waist watching Byth's dance: the one she had preformed for Aubert so recently, but this time Byth's dance was genuine. She had no motives other than pleasing herself and this woman who sat before her. That was all she needed to do to uphold her part of the plan. Staring at the faux queen more closely Byth was struck by good looks of the older woman. A slightly dark outer ring appeared as a halo around her small light brown aureole. There was no fold between the bottom of her breast and the flesh that covered her ribcage allowing her nipples to peek at the chamber's ceiling. Stomach muscles showed a vague outline near the woman's bellybutton and Byth could tell this was a woman who had worked hard at some point in her life. The tapered legs that came together at Hanna's pleasant puss carried no fat and met her bum without any extra flesh clinging to her narrow hips. Byth found the woman's body different from hers and enticing because of it. The red-head remembered Marielle's body was lithesome and slight while Hanna carried more muscle beneath her lightly colored skin. A dusting of freckles on Hanna's shoulders convinced her of Hanna's humble upbringing. The two were not so different, Byth realized and that made Hanna all the more desirable to her. Byth's ample bosoms met her ribs at a right angle and the size of them extended passed the width of her ribs just slightly. Also, Byth's pink aureole and tiny nipples contrasted sharply to Hanna's darker and wider circles that supported a large nipple: the diameter of a woman's fingertip. The more angular older woman was watching Byth's hands intently when the red-head pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Byth wore nothing but her pale skin under the garment. A chill took Hanna at the sight of this well-formed woman who stood before her ready to submit to her sexual whims. When Hanna felt her nipples suddenly turn hard as pebbles she wanted this fair red-head to maul her nipples in a torture only a female could understand or deliver. "Ki..." The word caught in Hanna's throat. She swallowed hard and tried again. "Kiss my nips, dear Byth, before they burst from my flesh." Firm ample breasts swayed only slightly from side to side when Byth crawled across the bedding towards the other woman and her aching nipples. A sucking noise filled the room as Byth suckled at the woman's teat like a newborn babe and Hanna sighed deeply, lying her head on the bed to stroke Byth's long red hair while she enjoyed the delicious attention her bosom was receiving. Two fingers split the slippery lips of Hanna's sex and Byth dipped a third inside the older woman's honey pot. Beneath Byth's ample curves Hanna's body tensed as she neared a completion that beckoned to her like a siren. Hanna whined aloud under Byth's nimble fingers, the younger girl only doing what she knew would feel good on her own body. The false queen's arms wrapped around Byth's head hugging the red-head to her breast as a familiar yet strange tickle grew in Byth's bum. Hanna's eyes were screwed shut as hit her climax. Mouth hanging open, the older woman squeaked and hissed as she rode over the top. Still another apex built up quickly within Hanna's breast and she clutched Byth's free hand to guide it her to her arse. Within Hanna's grasp Byth felt like the woman would crush the hand that held her cheeks so firmly. Byth took this to mean: time to touch the very depth's of this woman. Middle finger extended, Byth searched Hanna's folds until she touched a puckered opening to her bowls. The juices Hanna released ran down the crease between the lips of her sex and Byth found these juices let her finger enter Hanna's body easily. Hanna shrieked now and her entire body began to twist in Byth's grasp. Nothing more than skin kept Byth's busy fingers separated and she played them against one another while the false queen shouted and cried in sexual joy all at the same moment. This was the moment Byth chose to bite down on Hanna's nipple, hard. Hanna's hand tangled in Byth's red hair, first pulling her away and then hugging her close again. The false queen was caught between the pleasure only a truly great climax can bring and the delightful pain Byth's mouth was causing in her teat. At last, Hanna wrested away from the red-head's attack while real tears of joy streamed down the false queen's cheeks "You are the greatest of all loves in my kingdom," the woman wailed between gasps. "Pray give me a moment's rest and I shall give you the same," Hanna panted. In the courtyard Marielle opened the door to the garrison and strolled through the portal as though she were on a walk along a placid stream. In the dim candle light of the soldier's quarters the lithesome blonde, clad only in a thin silk covering, was secure in the knowledge of her own desirable nature. The men within were immobilized with shock and a desire for the sweet cavern between Marielle's lean legs: a desire that called out to them. Later, the men swore they could smell her lust from afar but it was, instead, the seed the giant planted inside her supple body only moments before she entered the garrison. "I am a member of the Greenleaf family and will trust you men can offer up your lust to a helpless soul such as mine." The walk along the long corridor between the racks of beds seemed longer than the building itself in Marielle's mind but she continued to take her time and even pawed at her small round breast as she neared the window on the far side of the quarters. Delicate fingers dipping into the dampness between her legs before Marielle pumped her hips into the dank air of the garrison to show the men what they might have for their own if they moved quickly enough. A gasp from the collective group greeted Marielle's action just as she sat on the open window sill. A quick tear at her garment left her naked form open to their hungry stares as she leaned back to fall, just out of their grasp. The rush to the window had exactly the desired effect. Caught in the strong arms of her loving moor, stationed below on the bed of a wagon, Marielle waved to the guards right before the moor lit the wagon load of straw ablaze. Shouts could be heard through the open window. "Move back, it's a trap! Move!" By then Aubert had slipped a large timber into the door handle of the garrison and no one could escape without leaping into the flames below the window, now guarded by the grinning black-skinned giant. The press of bodies took much too long to move away from the window. Marielle, naked, clung to the arm of her beloved moor as he stood waiting for any brave soul to tempt fate and the flames that licked upward. With the trap sprung, Aubert sprinted towards the false queen's private chamber. Rounding a corner quickly, Aubert bowled over two brave scribes who stood to block his path as they debated whether to disturb their ladyship when her cries of lust could be heard so far and wide. The two brave scribes dashed around the corner to face off with the rightful king. "Stay your hand and I will make you both knights. I am Aubert of Greenleaf rightful heir to this throne," Aubert's words sounded strong and both scribes stopped in their tracks. Then he pounded on the door to rouse the two women within. From within the chamber Byth leapt to the door letting Aubert enter easily. The king closed the door behind him. "Now, fair Byth, my love, what is your wish with this pretender queen," Aubert's sword was bared as he approached Hanna still panting in passion on her bed. "She," Byth spoke up quickly. "Should deliver pleasure to me before I make my final decision, my king." Aubert grinned at his queen's wise choice. His head dipped slightly. "You are the ruler of the Greenleaf bed, m'lady. And your desires shall be mine in that regard." Now, Byth became breathless. "Aubert, my love, I wish to feel this woman's tongue dance between the lips that guard my sex while your staff enter's my body and plants the royal seed into my womb, once again." Byth gushed. Aubert pointed the tip of his sword at Hanna's terrified gaze. The king's bare steel was met with a quick nod, before the darker woman fell back on the bedding offering up her body to the true queen in sexual submission. "My queen, your throne awaits," Aubert smiled at Byth as she hurried to place her naked hips above Hanna's ready mouth. Byth sighed aloud as she settled her sex directly onto Hanna's probing tongue. Gasping, Byth begged the king to enter her body which he was only too happy to do. The two silver balls from the box were readied for the slick puss of Hanna by the hand of the true queen. A gentle tug on Hanna's legs brought her knees toward Byth's hips. Byth slapped the exposed flesh of her arse briskly to gain her attention before Byth shoved one ball inside the older woman and then Byth roughly slapped the other ball home inside Hanna's sticky depths. A gasp came from Hanna's lips as Byth did so. "Now rock," Byth commanded. Hanna moved slowly at first until the rhythm of the balls brought her pleasure. Then Hanna moved happily, beside herself with joy slapping her tongue briskly at Byth's clit bringing the red-head closer to complete joy. "Grab the king's balls, pretender to the crown," Byth ordered in a stern tone. Hanna squeaked in pleasure and clutched at Aubert's swinging testicles as he pounded his cock within Byth's sweet slippery opening. "Ah," Aubert moaned aloud. "M'lady you command your subjects to please me with great skill." "Enter me hard, Aubert." Byth barked in a tone he had never from her throat as she pushed her hips to meet the king's urgent thrusts. "Yes, m'lady, yessss," the king hissed. Bucking her hips rapidly to keep up with Hanna's wild tongue, Byth cried out to her slave, "Lick the king's staff, quickly, slut." Her words were spoken into Hanna's soaking wet pubic hair as Byth fell mouth first into the woman's dark puss. A cry of pleasure came from Hanna's throat while she lapped at the sensitive underside of Aubert's royal cock. "M'lady, has my complete love, now," Aubert whined as he slammed his hips into Byth soft round arse letting his seed enter her womb. Byth cried real tears of passion and shifted her weight so her clit was all Hanna could touch with the delicate tongue. Byth whined audibly as she climaxed, her entire body shaking as if it were a tree in a great storm. Numerous squeaks came from between Byth's legs as Hanna caught up to her queen's completion and her rocking motion was interrupted by her hips bucking wildly off the royal bed. Three people sighed at once... three sexually satisfied souls. Byth whispered into Hanna's pubic hair, "My king, I think we should keep this subject nearby to serve our whims." Three voices laughed as one. When the pretender to the throne returned he was dispatched quickly and those who pledged alliance to the true king were accepted readily into the Greenleaf army. Month's later after the pressures of the harvest had passed the crown was placed on Aubert's unruly locks while he smiled longingly at his beloved Byth, now plump with his child. His sister Marielle was also large carrying the spawn of the Greenleaf army's newest commander, the imposing and loyal moor. Byth's mother and father were awarded the inn they ran for as long as they were able to care for it. The hound of Greenleaf became the untiring guardian and companion to Edweena until its death at a ripe old age. Edweena sat upon on the throne until her younger brother was ready, at which time she married the handsome prince of a nearby kingdom and ruled the bedroom of that kingdom with the same iron fist her mother, Byth, ruled the Greenleaf boudoir. The two brave scribes became strong and able knights to the kingdom and even Hanna was given important duties within the new reign. These duties included: lady-in-waiting to the queen as well as a corporeal reward to those unmarried soldiers who had shown exceptional bravery or loyalty to the Greenleaf family, a duty she enthusiastically executed two days every week. Some soldiers even claimed it was she who benefited from this service and that some soldiers needed several days to recover from the privilege of her company, though no soldier was ever heard to decline her favors. Many children were born in the Greenleaf kingdom and happiness was their gift to the countryside until long after all in this story were dead and gone, but that's a tale for another day. A King's Wife "So they do," he said leaning close to her face. "What is it you wish, Innkeeper's daughter?" "I want..." she swallowed hard. "I need you to suckle at them, m'lord. Suckle them like a hungry child. Please, please, m'lord." Her voice was a whine now. He smiled and lowered his mouth to the stiff nubs. Sucking one deep into his mouth and biting it gently caused Byth to sigh aloud and a tremble came over her while he munched on her stiffened flesh, happily. After several moments of her pleasure he stood. "Is that your desire?" "No, m'lord," she whimpered. "No?" he replied in surprise. "Do the other," she whispered urgently. He smiled as he leaned forward and sucked in as much of her breast as he could fit in his mouth and fed heartily at it. Byth's knees buckled and she let loose with a whine of pleasure. Aubert grabbed her other breast in his strong hands, massaged it roughly. "Yes, m'lord," she hissed. "Make your flesh a part of my flesh." "I shall do just that, fair Byth," Aubert remarked as her bountiful breast slipped from his lips. With a push Byth fell across his bed, face first. It carried the scent of manhood and she breathed it in deeply. The man pulled his pants free and fell onto Byth's naked back, his enraged member landing in her bound hands. She wrapped his cock in her grasp to gauge its heft. Byth's only experience with sex, besides the one hazy evening in the arms of this man, was what she could catch through a peephole into a room often frequented by women of easy virtues. The dance she performed for Aubert was one she watched the paid women do before their companions. Without seeing a man's organ clearly she could only assume Aubert was large as a trickle of fluid dribbled unto her back. He pulled his cock from her hands and slid it into the crease between her legs. With an urgency the king pushed his cock past the lips that stood guard at her sex. A cock of such size must have been big, indeed, Byth thought as it seemed she would be split into two separate pieces. Her mouth fell open wide as she struggled to fill her lungs with air. "M'lord," she gasped aloud. "You surely must take your time with such a large staff." Byth whimpered into the bedding as the king continued to ease his manhood inside her wet and yielding body. A sudden lunge from the man brought a scream into the bedding from the young innkeeper's daughter. Panting, unable to catch her breath, Byth tried to dislodge this man from her insides but could not stop his attack. "Sire," she cried. "It's more than..." She was interrupted by his retreat and headlong plunge back into her sex. "Ow!" she yelped. The king yanked off the lashing on her wrists allowing her to finally rest her aching shoulders. With one quick move he pulled out of her, flipped her over and he slipped his body through her lashed and wide-spread legs. She was sure her stretched flesh could not accommodate a cock so large and cruel that bobbed below the hair of his manliness. He looked deep into her eye as he fell onto her warm body. Several thrusts missed and then he was inside her but from this angle no pain was felt. It was, in fact, a great pleasure she relished as his cock rode to her depths. And when it, at last, reached her womb she sighed and pulled his head to her, once again, aching nipples. With an obscene noise he slurped her nipple into his mouth and set his teeth gently on the wrinkled halo that surrounded her nipple. His jaw moved back and forth stimulating her in such a way that caused her to buck her hips wildly into his. She was whimpering again but this time it came from a warmth that tore at that tiny button of flesh at the entrance of her sex. It was the one thing she did know about the act of sex: as she had rubbed that button when she felt lonely and many times she felt an unbridled passion explode within her belly. Now she had a man between her legs bringing about that same feeling but this time it started in her chest and flowed through her stomach coming to rest in her bum. As the man pounded into her flesh she dug her fingernails into his back where tiny trails of crimson lust danced in lines of passion. He picked up his speed now and opened his mouth wide to capture Byth's skin. His lips flitted down her chin to her neck where he sucked in a mouthful of her sensitive flesh. Byth was now in a frenzy, clutching at the back of his head to savor every nip and nibble from his eager mouth. A long whine from deep inside Byth's chest rushed out of her. It stopped as she bucked several times against his thrusts and started again as a series of staccato squeals filled the silence of the room. At last, she arched her back, holding herself aloft on her bum and her shoulders as she tried to pull this man inside her completely. Her back slammed into the bed as she hit another wave of orgasm. Her mouth hung open though she could not speak. "Joosh!" Byth's breath came in one huge rush as she finished her come and collapsed onto the bed She opened her eyes wide to see the king, now her king, gazing into her eyes with a smoldering lust as he started his come. Byth grabbed his ribcage and squeezed it between her hands as he clamped his eyes shut and thrashed his hips about wildly. As his entire body shook again, Byth's dug her nails into his sides. He bucked hard one last time and fell on top of her. She laced her fingers into his hair as he struggled with his breathing. Pulling him close to her lips she whispered into his ear, "Give me a son, Aubert of Greenleaf." 4633 word count Chapter two Aubert languished between Byth's bound legs for sometime, his cock still erect and buried inside her warm moist sex. When he attempted to withdraw his staff from her she kissed him deeply and began to pump her hips gently against him--bringing erect once again--using the restraints between her ankles to hold his loins firmly against hers. He glanced over his shoulder at her feminine ploy while she giggled and pulled his face close to hers. "Dearest Byth, I am the king. You must let me go," he whispered into her open mouth as she mashed his lips into hers for yet another deep kiss. Her tongue darted throughout his entire mouth until she was able to corner his tongue playfully. She withdrew her mouth and with half-closed eyes whispered, "You may be my king and rule all I know... except in this bed, m'lord. Here, I shall be ruler. Fair enough, Aubert of Greenleaf?" He nodded. "Fair enough, Byth of Greenleaf, former Innkeeper's daughter, now ruler of the Greenleaf bed." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him close again. "My first act as ruler shall be... to make my one and only subject," she pecked him on his cheek. "You, service my nips again. For they have never had such adoration, prior." "I fear I have created a tyrant ruler." She laughed. "We shall see." He placed his hands on either side of her well-rounded breasts pressing them close together so he might examine her nipples more closely. The halo of her aureole grew wrinkled and thrust her buds tall to greet his stare. First, one sensitive nipple was sucked gently into his mouth, then the other. He blew on them and the cold caused her nips to stand erect but caused Byth to shiver. With her chin resting on her chest, she watched Aubert work on her arousal. "Now, you must make them warm again," she whispered. He stared into her green eyes briefly then answered, "Yes, m'lady." He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth biting it gently. The sensation brought a gasp from Byth and she arched her hips forward lest the king's still eager cock slip from its comfortable den. Working her nipple brought Byth to a state of arousal quickly and she began to breath heavily. "M'lady, I should remove your restraints," he whispered as he let her throbbing nipple slip from his mouth. "Nay," she corrected, holding the back of his head in her hands. "I fear if you release me I may try to cause you harm, again." Byth smirked as she spoke. "Then, m'lady should be further restrained." He darted away from her body leaving an emptiness inside her that would have caused her great sorrow if she had to endure it a lifetime. "Alas, no subject of my bed can leave 'my kingdom'..." she thrust her hips up off the bed slightly as she spoke the last two words, "...unattended unless I permit it." The Queen of Greenleaf set her bottom lip out to show her displeasure. But Aubert was busy gathering items from the small room. Byth pushed herself up on her elbows and she sat with her heels close to her ass, her knees wide apart. Aubert turned to peer at her on the bed and he smiled broadly. "I pray to have this picture painted for our royal chamber." Byth giggled and fell back onto the bed. At last, Aubert returned with several items behind his back. His cock was still hard and it bobbed in front of Byth's face, now merely inches from her lips. She swallowed hard before she spoke. "M'lord, I've seen... I've seen women who have..." She felt her face grow hot as she spoke. "Women who have taken a... man... into their mouth." She glanced up into his eyes. He smiled down at her. "The men seemed to enjoy it. I would desire to taste this fine... cock." She struggled to get the word out. "... if it would please the king." She looked up to his face quickly as she finished. "I've heard such arts have brought men pleasure." Slowly he inched his hips forward until Byth could dab her tongue on the end of his glans and lap away the clear sticky fluid at the tip. His cock came closer to her mouth and she opened wide to accept it. It slid past her inviting lips and she pressed her tongue against the underside as it probed into her mouth. Aubert's eyes closed as he drifted into the pleasure that the young girl's mouth was giving him. As his bulk neared the back of her throat she felt like she might gag but she relied on the technique she had used as a little girl when eating soft turnips: she held her breath and craned her neck slightly. It worked perfectly. He pulled the head of his cock slowly back to the entrance of her mouth and let out a sigh of joy as he did. Aubert shivered slightly at this short journey. "M'lady, this is an art I could grow to enjoy." Byth swallowed to prevent a smile and Aubert jerked his penis from her mouth. "What is wrong, m'lord? Did I hurt you?" Byth smacked her lips as she expressed genuine concern. "Quite the contrary. It was delicious, but, I dare say, such treatment might cause another outburst from my cock. And I'm not ready for that just yet," he answered smiling. "Did you really like it?" Byth asked innocently. Aubert nodded and eased his cock forward again slowly. Her lips encircled his glans again and she swallowed gently. Aubert's body trembled slightly as he let out a sigh and placed his palm against the side of her face. "Yes, m'lady." A tremble was in his voice as he spoke. "That is pleasing." Byth took a deep breath, held it and craned her neck as she took his smooth organ deeper into her mouth this time before she swallowed. Her hands clasped his ass cheeks now and she could feel him shake when she applied a slight suction and pulled her head back. The king moaned quietly as she did so. Glancing up, she could see his head had fallen back on his shoulders. She released his cock from the suction of her tender mouth and his eyes popped open as he looked down at her face. "You must watch me to be assured I am doing right by the king's staff," she whispered with half-closed eyes. "Yes," he hissed and pressed his hand against her smooth cheek. With a slurp, she had him back in her mouth taking that short journey to the back of her throat and paradise. The smooth skin sliding along her lips was causing an itch in Byth's body. But this itch was where the king had so recently vacated. Her womb cried out for attention but she didn't want to distract Aubert who was thoroughly enjoying her treatment of his manhood. Her fingers drifted to her sex of their own accord and as she spread the auburn hair that grew on her lips and she grazed against that nubbin that controlled her pleasure. A slight shiver ran through her body when her fingers nudged it. An easy rhythm emerged as her head bobbed slowly up and down on Aubert's great shaft and she found that tugging at the skin just above her nub sent a great pleasure coursing through her entire body, somewhat like the tiny lights that would dance from one's fingertips when handling wool on a cold winter's night. Aubert's hips jerked slightly and with a shudder he reluctantly pulled his firmness from her mouth. "I must save these juices for the creation of our next child, my sweet." Still massaging herself Byth spread apart her labia with two fingers and dabbed her middle finger against the wet sticky opening that led to her womb. Panting Byth whispered, "Let me prepare a place for your juices, sire." Aubert watched mesmerized by her hand as it danced between the folds of her skin. She pulled her bound heels tight against her ass as the pleasure began to build inside her chest. Aubert crept close between her wide-open legs to watch her actions. Resting his head against her knee Aubert kissed the inside of her leg tenderly as her fingertip pushed her nubbin in small circles. With her eyes mere slits now, Byth spun her finger in a circle rapidly corralling her clitoris. Aubert leaned in to watch more closely and Byth clutched at the back of his head pulling him forward until his lips met the lips of her sex. "Please sire, with your tongue," she whispered. Leaning still closer a gentle lapping from the king felt wonderful on her puss and she fairly squealed with delight. "To the side, now." She begged breathlessly. He complied and began to slap at her nubbin playfully causing her to arch her back so it no longer touched the bed. Thrashing about she found Aubert was lying on the restraints that held her legs apart. She whimpered as she struggled against them. Aubert extended his tongue deep between her swollen lips tickling something deep inside her belly. Her fingers twisted the king's tussled hair as she hit her first orgasm from a man's tongue. Her entire body shook as the pleasure hit her in the forehead. She opened her eyes briefly, as her face pitched back in ecstasy. A series of squeaks came from deep in her throat and her hands now moved to massage her erect nipples. She twisted them hard in an attempt to quell the fire inside her midsection. Aubert peeked over the wispy forest of hair that grew near her sex towards the young girl's face. Watching in fascination he continued to tickle her insides with his tongue while the veins on her neck stood out as she strained to pull his mouth inside her willing body. Her breath came out in a rush. "Sheeez!" Shudders overwhelmed her and a trembling continued for several moments until she released her nipples from her own torturing fingers and yanked the king's head from her pulsing dampness. "Please, I beg of you, sire," she panted. "I fear my heart may leap..." she sucked in deep breath, "...from my chest if you continue." Rising to his knees his staff pointed towards her opening, waving at her lustfully. He picked up a piece of rope that lay on the bed which he tossed over a rafter. Attaching it to the limb that held her legs apart he hauled the rope in and Byth's feet were pulled upward. When her legs were held high above her head he tied the rope to the bed and moved closer to her fully exposed sex. A gentle push at the entrance of her body and the king slipped himself inside her dampness. With his eyes staring directly into her sparking green eyes he fell forward onto her willing body burying his cock to its full length. Byth's mouth fell open from the shock of his fall. She tried to speak: to beg him for mercy, as his lance felt much too large for such an attack, but only a whimper came out. He pulled his cock out to the very edge of her body and she felt dizzy, yet he plunged to its full length again. She cried out in pain and pleasure, never knowing the two could be so closely linked inside the most tender part of her body. "Yes, my lovely. Cry out if you must but no one will come to your aid." A cruel smile crossed his lips as he pulled his loins back and plunged deep inside her again. "Uhng!" Byth could only squeak out unintelligible sounds as the king punished her with his large cock. "Is it large and lovely, my sweet?" Aubert taunted his new queen. Mouth wide-open in painful pleasure she could not speak but instead nodded almost imperceptibly while her eyes drank in his every line and handsome feature. He banged into her body again and Byth could feel tears of pure sexual joy welling up in her eyes as he did so. Byth's stretched sex was taking a beating from "the man who would be king" while he unrelentingly pounded himself between her legs. The restraints on her ankles would not allow her to move into some position that might halt or slow his assault on her exposed body. Again and again she had ridden to the top of carnal pleasure and screeched in passion as she floated over the brink of her climax. Her stomach muscles ached from the repeated spasms that wracked her belly from her orgasms. Aubert smiled as he consumed her flesh, burning her lust to fuel his angry stiffness. With her head pitching from side to side Byth spied Marielle enter the room quietly and stride towards the bed. Her clothing fell off her body easily as she sat next to Byth's head watching her brother pump his cock inside the red-haired woman's damp folds. Lovingly, Marielle cradled Byth's head in her arms holding the king's consort against her bosom. Byth's cheek rested against Marielle's smooth breast in a sweet embrace. Byth watched as Marielle's hand slipped between her own thighs and began to slowly massage the entrance of her pubic mound. The light colored hair protecting Marielle's sex parted readily and her eyes closed slowly when she dabbed her finger inside her body. Aubert slowed his pace, now pushing his shaft deeper inside Byth to probe her farthest recesses. "She will be my queen," Aubert puffed as he stared into Byth's green eyes. "From the first moment you told me of the Innkeeper's daughter I knew you would make her yours, m'lord," Marielle answered while she caressed Byth's face. As he slowed almost to a stop Aubert spoke again. "We must be certain that the heir to the throne is of my loins. Let no man doubt it with my own sister as a witness." Byth's hands clutched at Marielle's arm as Aubert picked up his pace once again. The slapping noise from Aubert's hips against Byth's naked buttocks grew loud and she approached another orgasm. Marielle's slim hand found its way between the open lips of Byth's sex and delicately tickled her nubbin with a gentle up and down motion. Byth cried out as she rode over a new climax of both her womb and her clit. The simultaneous come from her depths and the entrance to her body was more than she take and her bladder emptied as every muscle in her body tensed until she thought they would tear in half. Aubert grunted and slowed his passion pushing his cock to the very bottom of her womb to deliver his seed. Byth was vaguely aware of the king's cock pulsing and the feeling of his great warm spunk filling her belly. She shuddered again and her head arched back into the bedding as her body trembled with desire. Aubert pushed himself proudly onto his knees between Byth's splayed legs. "This is surely the love that creates a son," he panted. "Maybe we should (gasp) make a second attempt." Byth fought to breathe. "Just to be certain, m'lord." The royal family roared with laughter. 2568 word count Chapter three A King's Wife That next morning Aubert of Greenleaf took Byth roughly and quickly as she stood changing her infant daughter. Afterward, Aubert snatched up the girl and hauled her out into the sunshine as Marielle led his steed forward equipped with his tools for the day's hunt. Now, Byth saw her father's yew bow strung and at the ready on the horn of the king's saddle. Aubert caught Byth's staring at the weapon as he placed the baby close to his bosom where he tied her fast with several wraps of muslin. "Tis a fine bow and your father should be proud of it. I must return to find the quality blade we left in the woods after you tried to skewer my arse with it." Byth rubbed her open palm along the back of his thigh towards his strong ass as she answered. "I am glad I was not successful, m'lord. It would have been a shame to ruin an arse of such metal." She smirked as she spoke. Aubert smiled and gave his new queen a peck on the cheek before he mounted his horse with Edweena clinging to his chest. "Pray, be careful with the heir to the throne, m'lord," Byth said as she patted her daughter on the back swaddled in her muslin sling. Aubert smiled as his horse bolted toward the edge of the clearing. "She'll outride me a'fore long," he shouted over his shoulder as they disappeared into the dark forest with the hound in close pursuit. Byth strolled back to the shelter and Marielle joined in step. "He spoke highly of you when he returned from his journey, Byth. He told of a sassy little vixen who captured his heart with barely a word." Byth blushed at the king's sister's comments. "God deemed it... to bring you here to this wood and claim your rightful place beside the king." "What about you, fair Marielle? Surely you would claim the crown before I or my... before Edweena." "Nay, m'lady." Marielle looked away while sadness colored her blue eyes. "I was the spawn of the king and his consort after the death of his queen. You are my brother's first." Marielle looked deep into Byth's eyes as she continued. "I can never lay claim to the crown but I can be treated with honor and respect as long as a Greenleaf rules this kingdom. To that end, I would die to keep that royal lineage on the throne." "But, pray tell, where is this throne at present?" Byth spoke as she stroked Marielle's cheek with the back of her hand to soothe the woman's sadness. "Under the arse of a pretender, m'lady. But with you, Edweena, my brother, and myself we will correct that situation." "How?" Marielle smiled and took Byth's hand in hers and led her to the shelter. A lump grew in Byth's throat with each step towards the hidden hut though she could not completely understand why. Crossing the shelter's threshold Byth tried to speak but the words caught in her throat. Marielle sat Byth down on the edge of the small wooden bed and Byth's head began to swim. Marielle was an attractive woman but the red-haired girl wasn't sure she wanted to give herself to any woman, if indeed, the blond wanted to sample the Byth's carnal charms. Marielle rummaged in a small chest and Byth prepared herself to bolt if Marielle tried to restrain her as the king had. When the lithesome blond turned back she held two odd metal objects that Byth couldn't identify. "A device to keep the wife of a king happy," she explained giving the balls to the other girl. They were shiny as if made of fine silver and were heavy in Byth's hands. "A gift from an emissary of Cathay to Marco Polo," Marielle continued. Marielle sat next to Byth, on the edge of the bed, before she took the balls from the queen's hands. After pulling her dress up above her waist, Marielle put one ball, then the other, in her mouth to wet them. Then she spread her legs wide, pushing in one ball. As Marielle passed the second ball through the light brown hair guarding the pathway to her womb she began a slow rocking motion. Her eyes closed as she began to rock faster. With her eyes mere slits, she looked to Byth and whispered. "One is filled with quicksilver. They feel wonderful, m'lady." Marielle pointed to the small chest and Byth rose to look inside. A second set of shiny balls sat at the ready. Byth sat next to the sister of the king and spread her legs to accommodate the balls. Byth hiked up her own gown and slipped one shiny ball inside her sex. The king's moisture still lingered and made the passage of the balls inside her rather easy. When the second ball slipped inside Byth she sat for several moments disappointed that nothing happened. Marielle was rocking faster now and her cheeks were crimson with passion. She glanced at Byth and croaked breathlessly, "Now, rock back and fro." Once the balls banged together inside her she knew what caused Marielle such joy and she shivered. Byth knew immediately she would enjoy these gifts from the east. Byth sucked in a sharp breath as the balls clanked together inside her slick pink folds of flesh. "Aha, Marielle. These make my belly feel warm." "They should, dear sister." Marielle's breathing became labored as she rocked faster. Her hand fell onto the bedding which she twisted into a knot as she approached her climax. A whine from deep in the blond's throat rose up, her eyes clamped shut and Byth watched the other woman's chest heave. The breath rushed out of Marielle's lungs as she hit her climax and Byth watched as Marielle's entire body shook in the throes of an intense rapture. With Byth's ardor now fueled, she rocked faster in order to find this pleasure for herself. Marielle sat next to Byth panting, her chin resting on her chest and eyes still clamped shut. Byth closed her own eyes to imagine the king as deliverer of this carnal delight. When Byth opened her eyes she saw an imposing Moor standing in the doorway. "Alas, Marielle," Byth sputtered. "We are not alone!" The tall man strode forward and yanked the blond to her feet by one arm. With an odd "clank" the balls, that traveled halfway 'round the world, slipped out of Marielle's body to land on the dirt floor. "Please, master," Marielle said with a start. "Whom do you serve and what is your purpose here?" The Moor only grinned as he stared into Marielle's deep blue eyes. "M'lady, run when I pull away from this crude barbarian," the blond whispered as though the dark man could not hear her at an arm's length. When Marielle tugged at her captor's grasp Byth leaped from the bed and sprinted towards the door, only to be met by a slight man dressed in chain mail. Byth lashed out at the man and as he caught her hands in his she kicked at his groin, connecting solidly. The man fell quickly to the dirt floor but the Moor quickly had a hold of her arm and wouldn't let her escape. With the Moor holding both women by their arms neither could escape. Slowly, the man in chain mail stood. When he was, at last, to height, Byth stood several inches taller. He then slapped Byth hard with the back of his hand. With this blow Byth fell to the floor and her body relaxed causing the metal balls to drop from the confines of her sex. Byth wavered on her hands and knees while the Moor laughed to see the second set of metal pleasure toys roll out from under her dress on the dirt floor. The man screamed at the Moor in a foreign tongue and the man instantly became silent and sullen. The Moor released Marielle and the man in chain mail took two steps forward to confront the blond. "You must be Marielle of Greenleaf. You are not the game I seek," he said with flourish. "But I think you should lure in my prey." "Agents of the great pretender to the throne, I assume." Marielle spat her words with equal flourish into the face of the man. "A true king is the man who can hold his throne, fair Marielle." The man leaned close to the blond as he inhaled the scent of sex. With his short blade drawn, the man wearing chain mail, circled the sister to the king. "Behave and I may keep you as a comforter for my cock." The man muttered something to the Moor prompting the dark man to yank Byth onto her feet by her long red hair. Then the Moor brandished a cool shiny blade near her neck. "If the true king's subjects are dead, what pull would you have on Aubert of Greenleaf?" Marielle blurted out in an effort to save Byth. The man in chain mail shook his head at the Moor who then relaxed his grip on Byth's head and lowered his blade. Marielle stood defiant and the man in chain mail softened his stare. "It will be a pleasure to have your flesh wrapped around mine, wench." With this, the man spun on his heel and left the hut. Marielle let out her breath. Peering out of the doorway Byth saw several other men standing near the man in chain mail as he issued commands. "He'll be awaiting the return of Aubert to kill him. Without a true ruler any man can claim the throne as his own," Marielle finished. Byth's eyes darted around the hut looking for some clue to help the two women out of their predicament. Finding none she looked sidelong at the Moor and in a conspiratorial tone asked. "Fair sister. You never told me how the family of Greenleaf could retake the throne from the pretender to the crown." With a faint smile on her lips Marielle said, "The power a woman keeps hidden between her thighs is stronger than any steel... and more deadly. The Moor shall be our liberator." Beth's eyes widened at this. The Moor remained unmoved by their exchange. "This Moor?" Byth asked between her clenched teeth. "Uh hum," Marielle murmured without parting her lips. The Moor stood in the open doorway with arms akimbo. Marielle eyed the tall man as she stepped forward slowly to confront him. "I have heard tales of these men and such cocks they may possess. They are said to be twice the size of most Englishman." Marielle reached towards the man's wraparound garment. The giant's hand darted to the blade at his waist. "Careful, my sister," Byth whispered. With a slow and steady movement Marielle reached out towards the Moor's manhood and he relaxed his grip on the handle of the blade. The men even smiled as Marielle's delicate fingers fished through the folds of his garment. When she found her prize and gave it a gentle squeeze the man looked down into her blue eyes and he let loose with a quiet sigh. "Is it true?" Byth chirped. Marielle chuckled softly before she answered. "It is, indeed, true." Slowly, the blond slid down to her knees as she exposed the man's flesh to the dim light of the hut. Byth's eyes grew wide as the black-skinned manhood burst forth. It was larger even than Aubert's and Byth was sure such a large man would tear her in half. Marielle wrapped both her hands around his shaft leaving just enough for her to take in her mouth without choking. The blackness of this man against Marielle's pale flesh was striking and Byth felt a lump in her throat as she watched Marielle open her mouth and slip the dark giant's glans into her mouth. An odd sucking noise came from the blond's throat as she craned her neck forward and held her breath. A length of the man's black shaft disappeared into Marielle's mouth that was equal to a width of her hand and still there was a measure of dark flesh between her hands and lips. Letting out her breath, Marielle pulled her head back slowly. She smacked her lips before she spoke. "His must the largest on this island," Marielle panted as she moved to swallow the man's flesh again. "But I will conquer even this." The moment her lips stretched around his glans and she applied a gentle suction the giant pulled Marielle to her feet. Byth prepared to flee. The Moor glanced out the doorway quickly and then pulled Marielle to the bed where he motioned at her clothing. This man wanted to see the lithesome blond, unclothed. Byth began to sidle towards the door until the Moor grabbed her by the arm, pulling her next to Marielle. He motioned towards Byth's garment, also. The two women were to be naked as babes before this man's eyes. Both woman stripped and at last, the pair stood naked before the admiring eyes of this black-skinned giant. The Moor pushed Byth backwards onto the bed, first. "We must protect the heirs to the throne," Marielle piped up as she climbed onto the bed to push gently on Byth's shoulders. Byth gave no resistance and lay back on the bedding to open herself completely to the blond woman. With a muffled whimper Marielle fell face first between the future queen's thighs where she began to lap at the wetness between the swollen lips of Byth's sex. The blond turned her hips towards Byth's face where Marielle threw her leg over Byth's head covering the red-head's exposed body with her own. Byth saw Marielle's plan clearly, now. Marielle would offer her womb to the Moor to protect the seed of the king. Not having much experience with the pleasures two people could share with lips and tongue, alone, Byth flicked her tongue as she had seen the garden snakes when captured in hand. With Marielle's thighs directing Byth's mouth, Byth lapped at a spot until she felt Marielle's body tense and her legs grow rigid. "Yes, m'lady," Marielle hissed from between Byth's legs. "That is the special spot we both share." With this, Marielle dabbed her tongue at Byth's open flesh while they both moved to a shared rhythm of womanly joy. "Oh, Marielle," Byth whined quietly. "This must be the purest joy possible without a man's flesh." After experimenting with the shiny balls Byth was quite randy and the delicate pressure from Marielle's tongue was bringing her to a peak quickly Marielle moaned as Byth hit her button of pleasure just right. This vibration from Marielle's moan caused Byth to arch her back and forget her task of mutual delight. With her fingernails digging into Marielle's ass cheeks, Byth lifted her shoulders off the bedding with her head as she arched up to complete a fulfilling orgasm. A spark of lust lit a fire in her thighs that burned to her belly, traveled to her nipples and finally came to rest in the back of her neck. Panting, Byth dove tongue first back between the moist lips of the blond. Byth caught the small nub partially hidden by a small hood of skin with her lips and began to slap it vigorously with her tongue. Now Marielle began to twist vigorously in Byth's grasp and the red-head had to tighten her grip in order to keep her tongue in contact with the woman's slippery pink flesh. The Moor watched the pair for some time before he knelt on the bed with his manhood bobbing directly above Byth's face and pointing at Marielle's fully exposed sex. Byth watched as the black flesh of the man split the swollen lips of the small blond and disappeared inside her body. Marielle hissed into Byth's pubic hair as the huge cock rode to her depths. Fascinated by the scene, Byth peered at the giant's balls as they approached her face. The sagging flesh bumped gently into Byth's forehead but the length of the man filling Marielle had caused the woman to whine loudly and to scratch at Byth's thighs as the blond tried to escape the savaging attack by the black man-snake that had cleaved her insides. Marielle growled like a beast as the black flesh, that stretched her opening wide, rode long into her body. Several inches of the man's dark flesh could not fit inside the lithesome blond. "My sister, 'tis the finest cock ever, I am sure." Marielle whispered into Byth's damp auburn hair. Marielle's tongue darted out to tickle Byth's nubbin of flesh causing Byth to suck in a mouthful of air and return to her own task of mutual passion. The sight of this man's dark flesh moving inside her fair-skinned sister's body had fascinated Byth and she almost forgot there was supposed to a plan in the making. The giant moved more rapidly now and Marielle cried out at his thrusts. Dabbing her tongue between the blond's stretched lips Byth busied herself with pleasing this woman who was protecting her. The body on top of Byth's began to shiver and shake from foot to head. Marielle cried out in some tongue Byth had never heard while the blond began to twist her body in ecstasy. A high pitched whine from the depths of the King's sister threatened to strangle the girl but Byth knew the sound was that of a young woman's orgasm. The point of Byth's tongue slapped at Marielle's fleshy button causing her entire body to jerk, causing the giant to grab her shoulders as he began to bury his wicked cock into her very depths. Marielle screamed into the bedding when the man pushed himself to his full length inside her. Byth watched closely as the his balls rose up slightly and began to deliver his seed inside the other woman's body. Several groans mixed into one as Marielle found her pleasure peaked at the same time as the black-skinned man. Between Byth's legs she could feel her sister wad the bedding into her hands and could hear the blond scream out in pure joy into the cloth. To Byth's surprise the man's cock began to pulse and she could see, in the dim light, the bottom side squeeze his spunk down its length and into the slim girl's womb. His moan prompted Byth to reach up and hold the man's balls gently in her hand as they emptied. To view this act from such a close angle caused Byth great pleasure and when Marielle's face fell close to her sister's sex, panting heavily, Byth found she was very near her own satisfaction. "Please, I beg you Marielle," Byth whimpered. "My body demands release... please." Byth's voice was a hiss as she pleaded for attention. The response was quick. A tongue tickled along the length of Byth's slippery slit until it ran into her stiff clit headlong. "Oh, yes!" Byth whined aloud as her sister managed to hit her clit perfectly bringing her to shaking climax. Byth held her breath as she was overwhelmed by her come and each and every muscle within her small body threatened to tear in half. "Ish!" The noise escaped from Byth's lips while her body went stiff as a timber. The bed shook for several moments under the weight of Byth's strong come... then it was quiet except for the heavy breathing of three sated souls. They lay entangled for several minutes enjoying the glow they shared after their mutual pleasure. As the man removed his flesh from Marielle's body Byth watched and marveled at the great length of him slowly easing out the blond's slim body. Byth felt Marielle's face fall between her thighs as if in resignation, or more likely, relief to be free of the monster that burrowed inside her but also a greater wish for its return. The moor sighed happily before he eased his bulk off the bed to return to guard duty in front of the door. The two women lay together for several more minutes. "The first part of your plan has worked well, dear sister," Byth giggled. Marielle joined in quickly. "I might need to ploy him further," Marielle laughed out loud. Hanging her head back, over the edge of the bed, Byth could now see outside the hut clearly, though it was framed by the moor's wide-spread legs. A sudden flurry of activity caught her eye. A man clutched at his chest just as a twig seemed to quickly sprout from his chest. Then a second man fell to the ground gasping with a twig at his bosom. A third man sprinted away and then Byth knew Aubert of Greenleaf had returned with her father's bow. Those twigs were, no doubt, arrows let loose by the king himself. The loud baying of the hound could then be heard inside the hut and the moor backed away from the door to guard his wards more closely. The short man with chain mail burst through the doorway with his blade drawn. "He has surprised us," the man panted. "We've no need for these wenches, now." The man rushed towards the women to dispatch them, the hand that carried the blade held high. As the shiny blade began to fall towards Byth's unprotected breast a dark hand shot out to hold the arm that guided it. A King's Wife The short man's eye were wild with fear as he tugged several times at the giant's grasp. The moor would not yield. Screams filled the hut in a foreign tongue but the moor refused the short man's command who now twisted in big man's grip. Marielle and Byth huddled beside the bed as the men struggled. The blade fell from the short man's hand to the floor where Marielle scrambled to snap it up. The short man swung wildly at her with his free hand knocking her senseless to the floor. The moor pulled the other man completely off the floor and grabbed his face in his huge hand. With a quick twist the fight was over. The giant dropped the dead man to the floor where he collapsed in a pile. The dark skin of the moor's hand contrasted sharply with the fair skin and light colored hair of Marielle's head as he cradled her lovingly to his chest. Marielle came to and finding herself engulfed in the moor's tender grasp she brushed his cheek with the back of her hand. Aubert burst through the doorway with the blade Byth had carried only yesterday, dripping with the blood of the interlopers. With his blade at the ready Aubert moved against the moor quickly though the giant offered no resistance but simply stared into the deep blue eyes of the small naked form huddled in his lap. "Nay, brother." Marielle held up her hand to stop the execution. "This man saved both your sister and your wife." Aubert's eyes darted around the room quickly and finally to the lifeless heap of flesh that once was the short man in chain mail. All seemed calm inside the hut so Aubert threw himself outside again to continue his fight if need be. Byth hurried outside to join him. The strangers appeared dead and when the hound came loping back with a bloodied muzzle Aubert knew they were safe at last. "Aubert, where is Edweena, pray tell." Byth was breathless. His shoulders sagged as he finally relaxed. "Safe, dear Byth." Aubert whistled loudly and his great horse trotted into the clearing with Edweena, in her muslin wrap, dangling from the saddle. Byth ran to Edweena and hoisted her aloft. The child seemed unconcerned and had nuzzled her head against the horse's side as the steed trotted towards its master's call. "We must move against this pretender, quickly. We are no longer safe here." Aubert's arm pulled Byth and his daughter close. Byth lowered her head onto his shoulder and took in a lung full of the man's scent. There would be no other man in her life, she was certain of that. Only two of the enemies' horses could be caught and Aubert knew when the other mounts returned to their stable empty the counterfeit king would send greater numbers into the forest to find and kill the Greenleaf family. Aubert's plan called for Marielle and her protector, the moor, to ride separately to the palace while Aubert and Byth conducted there own intrigue elsewhere. Aubert waved to his sister and the giant, who now carried the king's daughter close to his breast, as the two spurred their mounts to their destination. While Byth and Aubert shared his intelligent and strong steed Byth found herself becoming aroused by the motion of the animal and the closeness of her king. A giggle slipped passed her lips as she reached behind to clutch at Aubert's manhood. "You are an amorous queen, I dare say." With this Aubert gathered up his queen in his arms and turned her so that her face was to his and her legs dangled over his thighs. His cod piece opened easily under Byth's fingers and she was able to hike up her dress to accommodate his staff as she rode facing backward. Byth held her king's cock gently, rubbing it up and down the length of her opening. By pressing his erect flesh against her clit she found she quickly drew close to her pleasure. Heavy breathing from his queen caused Aubert some great desire now. He leaned into the woman and kissed her deeply, their two tongues darting from his mouth to hers and back again. The horse continued to plod along while the pair engaged in sexual sport on its back. Between Aubert's thumb and forefinger Byth's nipples received a gentle but complete mauling as they rode. Byth let just the head of the king's cock slip between the puffy lips that were the entrance to her body. A slow trembling sigh came from Byth's mouth as each step of the great horse pushed her king's stiff flesh nearer her womb. An attack of kisses aimed at the king's neck drove his cock deeper within Byth's belly. No longer able to gnaw on her king's neck because of the impending pleasure in her body she found her chin falling to her own chest where a thin trickle of drool trailed to her bodice. She slurped loudly as she closed her mouth. "Aubert," she whimpered. "Yes," He hissed into her cleavage, dabbing his tongue between the top of her breasts. "Surely this beast can canter." Her voice was a strained whisper. He chuckled and spurred the animal on. Byth fell forward onto his shoulder in ecstasy as each step drove the man's cock to her depths and back out, over and over again. "Ouch," Aubert complained quietly. "I fear my queen may draw blood with her nails before we even confront our enemies..." "I'm sorry, my dear Aubert," she whispered into his collar. "'tis from great pleasure and not anger I assure you." At that, Aubert spurred his horse to a gallop and Byth squealed in both pain and pleasure as his mount hit its stride. Closer and closer Byth came to a climax. The movement of the horse was far closer to the rhythm of Aubert's lovemaking than she expected. As she approached her climax she whined and cried aloud before clawing at Aubert's chest while he held himself strong against her, rolling with the movement of his stallion's gait. A glance at her own wide-spread legs with the king's smooth shaft sliding between the puffy lips of her sex sent her reeling over the top of her orgasm. The sight of his pink firm flesh splitting her body open to his attack was all she needed for completion. Byth fought to keep her eyes open so she could better watch his cock sliding inside her. The shininess her womanly enjoinment coated his staff in was the excitement his shaft gave her again and again. "My nips, Aubert," she gasped. He grabbed her aching nipples in his firm grasp and twisted them gently. This produced a pang of lovely pain throughout her body and she whined as she squirmed to take all of the flesh he could offer her. She was now completely fulfilled. The king let go of his queen's nips as he arrived at his own carnal peak. Byth whispered the name of her king over and over as she felt his sticky warmth bathe her womb. Aubert, at that moment, had clenched his eyes shut and grabbed a handful of Byth's clothing in each fist, threatening to tear the fabric, as he pushed her body onto his shaft to empty his balls into the woman who was now his beloved queen. Aubert clung to Byth as he slowed his horse with a gentle spur. "Surely," Byth managed between her ragged breaths. "Every farmer's field would be plowed if given a steed as clever as this one." She finished with a giggled. Aubert added gasping, "Aye, and every farmer's wife." Now, they both laughed loudly. 4883 word count Chapter four The heir to the Greenleaf Castle and his queen-to-be arrived outside the gray stone walls in time to see a well-armed group of soldiers gallop towards the deep forest and the royal hideout with the false king at the head. The gathering gloom of the night would set their plan into motion perfectly. Aubert touched Byth's stomach affectionately as he bade her farewell. "Guard the precious seed that I have planted. For he will mount the throne someday to carry on the Greenleaf rule. And guard yourself, sweet Byth. Without you, I know of no kingdom that would please me." The fair red-head blushed at the king's proclamation and threw her arms around his neck to pull him close. "You shall take your rightful place, sire," Byth whispered into his ear before she took one step back and lowered her head. His index finger pulled the girl's chin even with his. "You shall never bow before me, sweet Byth." After a peck on his cheek she hurried towards the gates. The moor, Marielle, Edweena, and the hound had already arrived and were about to set their part into play. With hand signals and tender touches the blond had instructed the moor on his role. He grinned broadly at his new love while he turned the duty of guarding the sweet Edweena's over to the huge hound. Marielle waited at the door of the garrison wearing a diaphanous gown of the finest silk, a gift from a suitor when her father, the king of Greenleaf, was still on the throne. The remaining soldiers didn't stand a chance against her beauty: a beauty that shone through the shear fabric even as darkness was falling. Footsteps on the roof signaled that her brother had arrived and that now was the time to act upon their plan. The faithful hound stood guard over the toddler Edweena while the rest set about their duties. Byth remained bowed in the scribes' anteroom, while the queen was summoned to hear this red-head's claim that she alone knew the location of Aubert of Greenleaf. Looking down her nose at the kneeling woman the false queen stepped close to Byth to take in her beauty. It was known to many that the woman seated beside the false king had an eye for a woman's charms and had taken many female subjects to her bed. This was an important part of their plot to rid the castle of the pretenders. "Rise my dear," the woman beckoned. "What is the name of one so pleasing to my eyes?" "Byth is the name I was born with, my queen." Byth curtsied keeping her eyes downcast as she arose. "Leave us," the queen barked at the scribes who scurried away like mice caught in the glare of a new day. "Please, you may call me Henrietta since we shall become much closer." There was a familiar tone to the queen's voice when she continued. With a crooked finger under Byth's chin the queen lifted the younger woman's face up so she could inspect it more closely. "Oh bother," the woman sighed. "You may call me Hanna in the security of these chambers," the woman finished with a shake of curly brown hair. "You have flawless skin Byth. Is all of your skin so well kept?" Byth nodded shyly. "Then, it would be my pleasure to see it... All of it, my dear." Hanna took Byth's hand in hers and led her up the stairs to her private chamber where she had her trysts with the pretty young women of the kingdom. The woman fell onto the bed and stared into Byth's face for some time before she spoke. "Turn 'round, young Byth, so I can see your shape more clearly." Byth whirled with flourish and looked at the false queen with a longing in her stare meant to complete her ruse. "Now, show me the charms of that young body your face has promised." Byth pulled a small box from her sleeves and placed it on the bed before she stepped back to begin her striptease. "And this?" The queen queried. "A gift of pleasure to enjoy while I entertain you, dear Hanna." Hanna smiled when the lid fell open and the two shiny silver balls appeared. "I have heard of such items, Byth. Pray, how do I accommodate these tools of rumored pleasure?" Byth rushed to the bedside and pushed Hanna's skirt up her thighs but then stopped with a blush of embarrassment. "With your permission." Hanna smiled. "Most certainly." The false queen was quite taken with this beautiful, and obviously randy, young girl. Slowly now, Byth hiked Hanna's skirt up to her waist. When Hanna's soft brown pubic hair came into Byth's view she leaned towards it and with a glance at the woman's eyes looked for a signal to continue. Hanna nodded slightly as Byth's lips approached her already damp and matted pubic hair. A tongue split the sticky lips of the false queen's sex and Hanna, overwhelmed by pleasure watching the lovely red-head between her legs treating her clit to a royal tongue bathing, gave in to desire. Hanna sucked in a deep breath when Byth dove into her puss with abandon. Using nibbles and gentle nips at the older woman's wide open puss Byth caused the woman to cry out in passion and to clutch at Byth's hair in order to pull her face more snugly into the brown tangle of hair below the woman's waist. "Oh ho, dear Byth," Hanna panted. "I would not need these balls with a pleasing girl, like you, at my side." The words were whispered close to Byth's ear when Hanna sat forward to hug Byth head to her breast. "But," Hanna pulled Byth's head away from her well of lust with a sigh. "I want you to take great interest with my nips, also, sweet girl. Do you understand?" Byth nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed, I do, Hanna." This brought a smirk to Hanna's face. "Then show me." Hanna sprawled back onto the bed awaiting the red-head's next move. The back of Byth's hand gently stroked Hanna's cheek to slow down their Sapphic play. Hanna's responded was a contented sigh and she even kissed the red-head's finger tips. Busy hands fussed with Hanna's outer garments until they were laid on the bed to surround the false queen. Hanna now wore only her white bodice and Byth slowly untied the top ribbon and tugged gently on the garment. Taut nipples riding high on firm small breasts sprang free and Byth quickly covered one with her mouth while Hanna grabbed the other in her grasp and massaged it between her thumb and index digit. A sigh of building sexual pleasure filled the chamber and Hanna's head arched back, lifting her shoulders off the bedding and pushing her firm breasts upward so that Byth could completely consume them. Byth was caught up in this game now and she responded by twisting the other woman's nipples between her teeth ever so gently bringing a hiss from deep in Hanna's chest. "Careful, my Byth," Hanna whimpered. "You are at the edge between pain and pleasure." At this, Byth sucked Hanna's nipple deep into her mouth and Hanna bucked her hips in answer. "Oh God, in heaven, Byth. You truly know how to treat a woman's needs." Hanna was whining in delight by now and Byth found a pressure building in her own loins with this woman's nipple in her mouth. "But please, Byth I must see you completely unclothed," Hanna whispered breathlessly. Crawling off the bed, Byth was a surprised to find her own breathing was rapid and she found herself wanting to please Hanna in a way only a women could. Byth's fingertips dallied near the opening at the top of her own gown tracing an outline along the top of her larger and younger bosoms. Hanna sat on the bed with her bodice bunched around her waist watching Byth's dance: the one she had preformed for Aubert so recently, but this time Byth's dance was genuine. She had no motives other than pleasing herself and this woman who sat before her. That was all she needed to do to uphold her part of the plan. Staring at the faux queen more closely Byth was struck by good looks of the older woman. A slightly dark outer ring appeared as a halo around her small light brown aureole. There was no fold between the bottom of her breast and the flesh that covered her ribcage allowing her nipples to peek at the chamber's ceiling. Stomach muscles showed a vague outline near the woman's bellybutton and Byth could tell this was a woman who had worked hard at some point in her life. The tapered legs that came together at Hanna's pleasant puss carried no fat and met her bum without any extra flesh clinging to her narrow hips. Byth found the woman's body different from hers and enticing because of it. The red-head remembered Marielle's body was lithesome and slight while Hanna carried more muscle beneath her lightly colored skin. A dusting of freckles on Hanna's shoulders convinced her of Hanna's humble upbringing. The two were not so different, Byth realized and that made Hanna all the more desirable to her. Byth's ample bosoms met her ribs at a right angle and the size of them extended passed the width of her ribs just slightly. Also, Byth's pink aureole and tiny nipples contrasted sharply to Hanna's darker and wider circles that supported a large nipple: the diameter of a woman's fingertip. The more angular older woman was watching Byth's hands intently when the red-head pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Byth wore nothing but her pale skin under the garment. A chill took Hanna at the sight of this well-formed woman who stood before her ready to submit to her sexual whims. When Hanna felt her nipples suddenly turn hard as pebbles she wanted this fair red-head to maul her nipples in a torture only a female could understand or deliver. "Ki..." The word caught in Hanna's throat. She swallowed hard and tried again. "Kiss my nips, dear Byth, before they burst from my flesh." Firm ample breasts swayed only slightly from side to side when Byth crawled across the bedding towards the other woman and her aching nipples. A sucking noise filled the room as Byth suckled at the woman's teat like a newborn babe and Hanna sighed deeply, lying her head on the bed to stroke Byth's long red hair while she enjoyed the delicious attention her bosom was receiving. Two fingers split the slippery lips of Hanna's sex and Byth dipped a third inside the older woman's honey pot. Beneath Byth's ample curves Hanna's body tensed as she neared a completion that beckoned to her like a siren. Hanna whined aloud under Byth's nimble fingers, the younger girl only doing what she knew would feel good on her own body. The false queen's arms wrapped around Byth's head hugging the red-head to her breast as a familiar yet strange tickle grew in Byth's bum. Hanna's eyes were screwed shut as hit her climax. Mouth hanging open, the older woman squeaked and hissed as she rode over the top. Still another apex built up quickly within Hanna's breast and she clutched Byth's free hand to guide it her to her arse. Within Hanna's grasp Byth felt like the woman would crush the hand that held her cheeks so firmly. Byth took this to mean: time to touch the very depth's of this woman. Middle finger extended, Byth searched Hanna's folds until she touched a puckered opening to her bowls. The juices Hanna released ran down the crease between the lips of her sex and Byth found these juices let her finger enter Hanna's body easily. Hanna shrieked now and her entire body began to twist in Byth's grasp. Nothing more than skin kept Byth's busy fingers separated and she played them against one another while the false queen shouted and cried in sexual joy all at the same moment. This was the moment Byth chose to bite down on Hanna's nipple, hard. Hanna's hand tangled in Byth's red hair, first pulling her away and then hugging her close again. The false queen was caught between the pleasure only a truly great climax can bring and the delightful pain Byth's mouth was causing in her teat. At last, Hanna wrested away from the red-head's attack while real tears of joy streamed down the false queen's cheeks "You are the greatest of all loves in my kingdom," the woman wailed between gasps. "Pray give me a moment's rest and I shall give you the same," Hanna panted. In the courtyard Marielle opened the door to the garrison and strolled through the portal as though she were on a walk along a placid stream. In the dim candle light of the soldier's quarters the lithesome blonde, clad only in a thin silk covering, was secure in the knowledge of her own desirable nature. The men within were immobilized with shock and a desire for the sweet cavern between Marielle's lean legs: a desire that called out to them. Later, the men swore they could smell her lust from afar but it was, instead, the seed the giant planted inside her supple body only moments before she entered the garrison. "I am a member of the Greenleaf family and will trust you men can offer up your lust to a helpless soul such as mine." The walk along the long corridor between the racks of beds seemed longer than the building itself in Marielle's mind but she continued to take her time and even pawed at her small round breast as she neared the window on the far side of the quarters. A King's Wife Delicate fingers dipping into the dampness between her legs before Marielle pumped her hips into the dank air of the garrison to show the men what they might have for their own if they moved quickly enough. A gasp from the collective group greeted Marielle's action just as she sat on the open window sill. A quick tear at her garment left her naked form open to their hungry stares as she leaned back to fall, just out of their grasp. The rush to the window had exactly the desired effect. Caught in the strong arms of her loving moor, stationed below on the bed of a wagon, Marielle waved to the guards right before the moor lit the wagon load of straw ablaze. Shouts could be heard through the open window. "Move back, it's a trap! Move!" By then Aubert had slipped a large timber into the door handle of the garrison and no one could escape without leaping into the flames below the window, now guarded by the grinning black-skinned giant. The press of bodies took much too long to move away from the window. Marielle, naked, clung to the arm of her beloved moor as he stood waiting for any brave soul to tempt fate and the flames that licked upward. With the trap sprung, Aubert sprinted towards the false queen's private chamber. Rounding a corner quickly, Aubert bowled over two brave scribes who stood to block his path as they debated whether to disturb their ladyship when her cries of lust could be heard so far and wide. The two brave scribes dashed around the corner to face off with the rightful king. "Stay your hand and I will make you both knights. I am Aubert of Greenleaf rightful heir to this throne," Aubert's words sounded strong and both scribes stopped in their tracks. Then he pounded on the door to rouse the two women within. From within the chamber Byth leapt to the door letting Aubert enter easily. The king closed the door behind him. "Now, fair Byth, my love, what is your wish with this pretender queen," Aubert's sword was bared as he approached Hanna still panting in passion on her bed. "She," Byth spoke up quickly. "Should deliver pleasure to me before I make my final decision, my king." Aubert grinned at his queen's wise choice. His head dipped slightly. "You are the ruler of the Greenleaf bed, m'lady. And your desires shall be mine in that regard." Now, Byth became breathless. "Aubert, my love, I wish to feel this woman's tongue dance between the lips that guard my sex while your staff enter's my body and plants the royal seed into my womb, once again." Byth gushed. Aubert pointed the tip of his sword at Hanna's terrified gaze. The king's bare steel was met with a quick nod, before the darker woman fell back on the bedding offering up her body to the true queen in sexual submission. "My queen, your throne awaits," Aubert smiled at Byth as she hurried to place her naked hips above Hanna's ready mouth. Byth sighed aloud as she settled her sex directly onto Hanna's probing tongue. Gasping, Byth begged the king to enter her body which he was only too happy to do. The two silver balls from the box were readied for the slick puss of Hanna by the hand of the true queen. A gentle tug on Hanna's legs brought her knees toward Byth's hips. Byth slapped the exposed flesh of her arse briskly to gain her attention before Byth shoved one ball inside the older woman and then Byth roughly slapped the other ball home inside Hanna's sticky depths. A gasp came from Hanna's lips as Byth did so. "Now rock," Byth commanded. Hanna moved slowly at first until the rhythm of the balls brought her pleasure. Then Hanna moved happily, beside herself with joy slapping her tongue briskly at Byth's clit bringing the red-head closer to complete joy. "Grab the king's balls, pretender to the crown," Byth ordered in a stern tone. Hanna squeaked in pleasure and clutched at Aubert's swinging testicles as he pounded his cock within Byth's sweet slippery opening. "Ah," Aubert moaned aloud. "M'lady you command your subjects to please me with great skill." "Enter me hard, Aubert." Byth barked in a tone he had never from her throat as she pushed her hips to meet the king's urgent thrusts. "Yes, m'lady, yessss," the king hissed. Bucking her hips rapidly to keep up with Hanna's wild tongue, Byth cried out to her slave, "Lick the king's staff, quickly, slut." Her words were spoken into Hanna's soaking wet pubic hair as Byth fell mouth first into the woman's dark puss. A cry of pleasure came from Hanna's throat while she lapped at the sensitive underside of Aubert's royal cock. "M'lady, has my complete love, now," Aubert whined as he slammed his hips into Byth soft round arse letting his seed enter her womb. Byth cried real tears of passion and shifted her weight so her clit was all Hanna could touch with the delicate tongue. Byth whined audibly as she climaxed, her entire body shaking as if it were a tree in a great storm. Numerous squeaks came from between Byth's legs as Hanna caught up to her queen's completion and her rocking motion was interrupted by her hips bucking wildly off the royal bed. Three people sighed at once... three sexually satisfied souls. Byth whispered into Hanna's pubic hair, "My king, I think we should keep this subject nearby to serve our whims." Three voices laughed as one. When the pretender to the throne returned he was dispatched quickly and those who pledged alliance to the true king were accepted readily into the Greenleaf army. Month's later after the pressures of the harvest had passed the crown was placed on Aubert's unruly locks while he smiled longingly at his beloved Byth, now plump with his child. His sister Marielle was also large carrying the spawn of the Greenleaf army's newest commander, the imposing and loyal moor. Byth's mother and father were awarded the inn they ran for as long as they were able to care for it. The hound of Greenleaf became the untiring guardian and companion to Edweena until its death at a ripe old age. Edweena sat upon on the throne until her younger brother was ready, at which time she married the handsome prince of a nearby kingdom and ruled the bedroom of that kingdom with the same iron fist her mother, Byth, ruled the Greenleaf boudoir. The two brave scribes became strong and able knights to the kingdom and even Hanna was given important duties within the new reign. These duties included: lady-in-waiting to the queen as well as a corporeal reward to those unmarried soldiers who had shown exceptional bravery or loyalty to the Greenleaf family, a duty she enthusiastically executed two days every week. Some soldiers even claimed it was she who benefited from this service and that some soldiers needed several days to recover from the privilege of her company, though no soldier was ever heard to decline her favors. Many children were born in the Greenleaf kingdom and happiness was their gift to the countryside until long after all in this story were dead and gone, but that's a tale for another day. --END--