4 comments/ 14482 views/ 10 favorites The King's Servant Ch. 01 By: OhSqueekyBed It was a day like any other – waking up at the break of dawn, a small meal, and then the work. Cleaning clothes for the master's wife, fetching things for her. Then on to the kitchen, to help. She was too delicate for working in the field, her face deemed pleasing to the eye. But this did not prevent those who owned her from making her work herself into sweat each and every day of her short existence. Waking, working, sleeping. She was not special, she was nobody. Because nobody ever made her feel like she was somebody. She was but a tool, someone to be bossed around. Someone to receive orders and carry them out. If too slow, she was beaten. The day everything turned red was the day it all changed. It was the day large men on even larger animals entered the house through the gates. She knew it were horses, as master's brother once visited them riding one. The men had harsh voices, spoke a language she did not understand. They killed the guards, and all men carrying swords. The women and children they spared... for now. "Where is your master?" one asked, his accent heavy and his voice rough. It was almost more like a growl then a question. But for the answer he did not have to wait long, as a finger quickly pointed him in the right direction. The armour-clad man rode his horse up to where the master was standing. There he halted his step, the horse stopped inches away from the old man's face. He did not seem afraid nor frightened, and it surprised the girl as she had expected to see fear in his eyes. He seemed to expect a question. His expression was still one of arrogance. Then the man on horseback drove his sword so deep down the man's skull his face was split in half and the blade reached his neck. Up until that point, everything had seemed like a joke. An elaborate prank, a play perhaps. But when the man they had all deemed to be practically a god fell dead in the sand, it became all too real. He had been an untouchable deity, an all-powerful ruler in his own private domain. They knew not how big the world was beyond his lands. So for his slaves, the world reached no further then the foot of the mountains. What lay beyond, few of them knew. The armed men walked around, started addressing people at random. Kept repeating the same question over and over again... "what do you have to offer?" So the young woman slowly started walking backwards. Into the house. Through the door she went, into the master's bedroom. She was not allowed but perhaps now his brain was sliced in half he wouldn't mind as much as before? She sat on the bed. It felt soft, comfortable. It was her first time ever sitting on a bed. Never had her behind rested on anything more comfortable then a thin musky mat or a heap of hay. So this is where the master and his wife always sleep? "What do you have to offer?" a deep voice said. It must have started as a question, but came out a command. It took her a while to look up and realize it was her the man was talking to. She was terrified, had not expected someone to enter the room. He must have done so silently. Quiet as the grave. A frightening thought. "What do you mean, sir?" she asked, bewildered. "It's simple... what do you have to offer in favour of your life?" She was startled for a bit, did not know what to answer. What did he want? Still she decided she had to answer. If anything, she could stall him. "I have nothing to offer except my life," she answered, "my body, my loyalty. My blood." He looked at her. It was an intense gaze but not an unpleasant one. Dark green eyes under heavy eyebrows staring at her fiercely. "Your body, you say?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice was deep as before but there was an undertone in it that was new to her. It sounded like the master when her ordered her to bring him food. It sounded... vaguely... hungry? "Yes, my body," she replied, as she sat up a bit more, straightening her composure. Her shoulders straight, her chest pressed a bit forward. She saw the stranger's eyes rolling across her chest. The fabric of her clothing was thin as she was practically wearing rags and rarely given new ones. It hid her shapes partially, but not entirely. "And this body... how old might this body be?" "I... I heard I was born 18 summers ago. I was a gift from his brother. He told him to take good care of me. My mother was a slave in his domain." The tall stranger simply nodded, as he licked his pink lips. She could see his white teeth. He looked ferocious. Like a wolf about to dig into her flesh. She shuddered softly. "And what might this body be like?" he went, playing along. She noticed his size now, as if for the first time. He was so much taller than any man she had ever seen before and his hair was long and unwashed. Smelly, but weirdly not unpleasant. Her nose caught the scent of sweat, mud and steel. "I do not know what this body is like, sir. I barely look at it you see as they say it is improper. And no man ever saw it close enough to tell." He nodded silently, as if lost in thought. His eyes still fixated on the young woman in front of him. "So no man saw you, then? How about touching... did any man ever touch you?" She shook her head in disagreement, demurely bowing her face and looking down at her hands laying in her lap. "In that case, my lady, would you mind if I take a look?" he asked with a faint smile, the same hungry tone in his voice she had noticed before. At that moment, a hand knocked on the wooden door of the master's bedroom. Hard. "Sir?" a voice asked. "Yes?" the tall man in the bedroom replied. "The slaves are dead sir. We took the strong ones and killed the worthless ones. What are your next orders?" So he was the leader! A leader who had his mind on something entirely unrelated to warfare, as it seemed. He did not even reply again to the man outside. "Sir? Sir, what are you doing in there?" the voice tried again. Finally he was shaken out of his daydreams back into reality. With a brisk voice he replied: "What I am doing is none of your damned business and my orders are to take whichever valuables you can find, feed the men and reward them well. Take all you can carry... and leave me alone or I split your head in two like that old fool. I have... business to attend to!" And the distraction was gone as quickly as it came. It was once again just two people in the room, but the tension seemed somewhat broken. They exchanged a quick glanced, the tall warrior and the servant girl on the bedside in front of him. He smile widely as their eyes met, and she smiled back nervously. "So, where were we?" he asked to no one in particular. "Ah! Your body, if I'm not mistaken. If I am correct, I was about to take a glance?" "Y-yes sir, you-you were..." she replied, stumbling over her words. "Stand up!" he yelled. She promptly did. Suddenly his large hands grabbed a hold of his blade. It was still red with blood but it had by now dried up largely. He lifted the sword up in the air and took it down with a swing. It sang almost as it sliced through the air faster than the girl's ears could catch. She felt something moving right in front of her chest. It was a strangely soft sensation, as if an immensely soft finger had touched her dirty dress. She dared not look... but opening her eyes and looking at the man in front of her, she saw his face was one big smile. Then she stared down at her chest and saw the sword has sliced straight through the fabric. It was basically hanging on to a few shreds of cloth. "Shake your shoulders a bit," the man ordered sternly. So she did. She dared not disobey. The dress fell down and suddenly she was entirely naked. The young woman stood naked in front of the bed, vulnerable. The warrior looked at her, a look of lustful approval on his otherwise so stern face. Her breasts were small but firm, with large dark brown nipples on top. The sudden cold and the fright had enlarged them. Her belly was flat, her legs and arms a bits short. She was slender of build, but her legs were again round. In between her thick thighs, a triangle of black hair covered her modesty. The large stranger in front of her stared at her even more intensely then before. And the smile on his face now was wider than ever before. "I asked you what you had to offer..." he spoke softly... his voice a bit course and raspy. The man licked his lips before continuing. "Now I see... it is quite sufficient..." "So can I live?" she asked shyly, her voice a bit shaky with a fear she tried to hide. He did not respond and she instinctively covered up her young breasts with her arms. "No!" he barked at her, aggressively. "Do not hide yourself." Then, softer: "please, don't. You are beautiful." It was the first compliment she had ever received in her entire life, and a very personal one at that. One that went beyond the rare praise for a meal well cooked a slave might sometimes receive. This was a compliment for her. And for her alone. Long she did not have to enjoy the compliment. The large stranger threw down his sword with such force the blade stuck in the wooden floor. Then he took off his chainmail, carelessly throwing it on the master's oakwood chair. After that, his long skirt came off. Underneath, he wore nothing. She was shocked by his nudity but he seemed at ease with it. Impatiently, he kicked off his brown muddy leather boots. He kicked them aggressively and they flew against the wall. Now he wore nothing but his calloused skin. Scars ran across his chest and arms, he was muscular and tall. A body hardened by many battles he must have fought. He came walking forward. With each step she saw his large member dangling. As he stared at her chest, she saw it enlarge. Suddenly he stood in front of her. Only inches away from her skin. She could feel the heat coming from his body, smell the sweat and mud on his skin. His hair was dirty... but it was not at all unpleasant. She was strangely put at ease by his nakedness. It made her less self conscious about her own lack of clothes. Without any warning, he pushed her back on the bed. It was a sudden attack. Before she knew what was happening, he was on top of her, his hands resting on the mattress next to her face. She struggled to get underneath him but he simply took her wrists in his hands and pinned her down. His strength amazed her... he made her feel so small. She was frightened, terrified even. But she also felt a feeling new to her. Something she had never felt before. As he hung over her, she felt the heat of his body even more than before. He let go of one of hands and reached in between his legs. She saw his left hand grabbing on to his manhood as he held her down with his right. As his attention shifted, she struggled again to get underneath him. He laughed. It was a laugh more high-pitched then his usual tone of voice but not at all unpleasant to the ear. The more she struggled, the harder he laughed. It amused him, the tiny little woman trying to resist a force so much stronger then herself. Perhaps he admired her bravery. She had seen his dangling soft manhood, and she had seen it grow. As she looked down across her chest and to his groin, she saw his cock growing larger as she struggled harder. She stopped immediately. "Good girl," he growled. She relaxed slightly, his grip on her wrist lessened. Her body became a little less tense. Silently she hoped he was almost done, but instinctively she knew inside he was just getting started. Then his body lunged into hers. A great pain hit her. He was partially inside her! Letting go of her other arm as well, he grabbed a hold of her thighs and forced her legs further apart as he pushed her further down the mattress. As he did, he trusted his pelvis deeper into hers. The girl did not know if she was supposed to make sounds or be quiet, but she could not contain her surprised and shocked moans the intense pain caused her to let out. The warrior was so hungry. She wondered how long he had been from home, fighting battles, his horse and his soldiers his only companions. The only sword he got to use was the one he sliced her clothes with. Now the one he had neglected for so long was finally being put to use. She was small, so small. Slender. He must have been twice her size and weight. With every trust he made her feel smaller, weaker. But as she saw the sweat drip of his forehead, face frowned, she recognized the power she had over him. Clearly he was getting carried away, but she could not allow herself to get carried away. She moaned, she panted. Her sounds no less genuine, but inside her head she started to think. What pleases him most? She moved her hips back and forth, following the rhythm of his. When she did, he groaned. Loudly. It sounded like approval. She moved her hips again, up and down. Pushed herself up against the spear impaling her. His forehead frowned even more, his moans got louder. God, it hurt! She never expected it to hurt so much. As he kept trusting his manhood deep inside her belly, she drove her fingers into the warrior's back. Pulled his strong body closer to her own. He kept pumping away... he body started moving along with his naturally. She couldn't think anymore... they melted onto one. He lowered his arms. Pressed his chest on hers. She felt his chest hair against her nipples. They were hard, poking into his skin. His movements slowed down slightly as the fingers of his left hand started playing with her nipples. Clearly their size had him mesmerized. He could not get his hands or eyes off them. In the meantime he kept trusting his cock inside her. A battering ram ramming her pussy like it was destined to break through. It hurt... it hurt so good. He kissed her. Long. Hard. Still inside her, still moving. Her entire tummy seemed filled with him. As if her entire body only existed for the sole purpose of being wrapped around his manhood. So when his cock still penetrated her pussy, his tongue launched a brutal attack on her mouth. She felt his rough hairy cheek against hers. His hand caressed her face, her neck, then moved on to her breasts. He kneaded them firmly with his strong and able fingers. The calloused skin of his fingertips felt rough on her tender nipples, never before touched. His beard like steelwool on her soft young face. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity. At some point her mind stopped working altogether. She got lost in the moment. Lost in his mouth. She was no longer frightened. A spoil of war she had been, now she felt like a conqueror. When he stopped kissing her she was amazed. There was no way for her to tell how long it lasted. It could have been two minutes but it could just as easily have been two hours. He pulled out his cock without the slightest warning. The tip was red, and a few drops of blood fell on the mattress. Her first reaction was one of shock... what if the master saw it? She smiled when she realized her own silliness... he'd never see. Not anymore. She had a new master now. A demanding master. And that demanding, rough master grabbed her by her hips, commanded her to turn around and sit on her hands and knees. She obliged, dutifully. Curious for what next. He took her from behind. Entered the same opening as before but from another angle. It took a while for them to find a position that worked... she was so small, he so big. But he found a way, as he ordered her to move her ass to the tone of his voice. When she had assumed the perfect position he entered her again. Pulled out. And entered again. Repeated this a few times then started trusting like before, but with a harshness and a power she had not felt before. She was already starting to feel raw and sore in between her soft warm legs but he relentlessly continued on fucking her. Something slapped against her clitoris at each trust of his cock... it made a slapping sound that wildly turned her on. A few more pushes and he was there. He penetrated her with such fierce force, with such power, that it was like he wanted to crawl into her with his entire body. He did not succeed, her body would not fit anything more besides his manhood. But he did succeed in leaving a sticky surprise. She felt it shooting out inside her belly, right above her belly button. He growled... breathing heavily, the soldier pulled out his cock. He did not do it gently like she had hoped but hard, rough and with force like how he did everything. He fucked her the way he undressed her. Then left her body the way he undressed himself. Hard. Fast. But seemingly endless. Now the leader of the group of violent strangers fell onto the bed. He rolled over on his back. Inhaled and exhaled heavily again. His strong hands grabbed the slender servant girl by her waist and pulled her on top of his naked flesh. She looked into his eyes. Hers dark, his lighter. Their skin tone was also contrasting... she was light brown, whereas he was almost white in colour. His body was huge and strong. Powerful. Hers seemed so small in comparison and yet without the slightest bit of experience she had controlled his fully. Tamed the beast. Fed him well, in spite of his overwhelming hunger. For now he seemed satisfied. But it was a hunger she knew would be returning. A dish that was so good that once one tried it, there was no going back. It had to be tried again and again. Eaten. Devoured. At every given opportunity. He wanted to know what she had to offer. Know he knew. Was it enough? It was as if he could read her mind. At the exact same moment the thought crossed her mind, he opened his mouth to speak. "You wore rags. Your clothes are not worth a cent. I would not give a dime for your possessions but by god, girl, I would conquer a kingdom for your body and the ways in which you use it!" His voice had changed, too. It sounded enthusiastic, cheerful even. So unlike the impression she first had held of the man. It was as if she was in bed with an entirely different person. A killer outside the bedroom, he killed her piece by piece inside it in the sweetest of ways. "I have a castle," he continued, "and it is a lonely place. It has riches, it has food a plenty. But what misses is a woman's warmth. I want you to that woman. I want you to fill that void no gold and silver could ever fill." The girl was startled, amazed. Was this reality? Was this not a dream? "Why me of all the world's girls?" she asked, surprised. Disbelief pouring through in each word she spoke. "Why not you?" he replied, "when of all the women in the world, you and only you have pleased me truly? When you and you alone have brought me the pleasure not even a thousand conquests have been able to give me?" Now she literally pinched her skin. She took a nipple between her thumb and pointing finger, as this most sensitive body part was sure to wake her up. It felt painful in a good way. She blinked her eyes. But that large hairy man was still on her bed, and his soft manhood still resting on his belly, dripping with the same white fluid that she saw flowing out of her womanhood. "I came here to conquer this house. Get some slaves. Some gold. Burn the place down, then return home. I would return as empty-handed as I came here. Now I feel like a conqueror again. Because I found the only person who could conquer me." He jumped off the bed, energetic in spite of their considerable acrobatics earlier. Reached for his cloak, fallen on the floor. Draped it around her naked body carefully. "Come with me and be my queen," he said, "and I will see to it your former master's wife will serve you your food on a golden platter for the rest of your life." The King's Servants Author's note: the following story is pure fiction and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. This story contains explicit material and any reader who is not over the age of 18 must exit now. The author expresses his gratitude to user Sweet_emOcean for taking time to review and edit this story and suggesting changes to make it more readable. Love ya, Em! He rode along slowly, letting his shiny black stallion prance sideways, showing off his paces in the early afternoon. The rider, body covered in a suit of armor that left little of his skin showing, scanned the surrounding forest for any movement that would be out of place. Although he had a destination, he was in no great hurry to get there. In fact his job was to patrol the high road, keeping it safe from the myriad bands of roving highwaymen that preyed on weaker travelers far from the defensive walls of the cities. He rode with the visor of his helmet up, leaving the upper part of his face among the few exposed parts of his being. Fortunately the weather was fairly mild this time of year or the armor could have been like an oven, as it would be in the months of summer coming up. However for now he and the horse both reveled in the cooler temperatures. That was good for the thoroughbred because much of his chest was covered in a heavy leather blanket, used as a shield against opponents to ward off glancing blows from lance or sword and sometimes even the wild kick of an opponent's stead as well. The stallion's mane had been cropped along his neck so that it stood at attention in a long row, a proud badge of his prowess in battle. The leather blanket was painted with the emblem of his owner, a crescent with lion and snake and sword that described danger to those who trespassed thereon. The knight carried his long jousting lance in an upright position, the butt of its handle resting in a pocket of his saddle hanging near his right stirrup. His long double-edged sword was sheathed under his left thigh, its handle protruding where he could quickly put it into play if the need arose. Still searching the surrounding forest from treetops to the wild tangle of heather that grew beneath, he found no cause for alarm and continued his laggardly pace toward his destination. The mare was coming from the North on the low road. She was every bit as well groomed and proud as any stallion that roamed these isles. She was a soft brown color with a coat that had been brushed until it shined in the sunlight. Her long black mane flowed in the soft breeze with each toss of her head while she scanned the river on one side and the encroaching forest on the other, just as intently as her mistress scrutinized the same terrain. She wore a leather skirt that covered her shoulders and displayed a crest of tiger, sword and eagle signifying her strength and alertness and readiness to do battle. The rider was covered from head to mid-thigh with an unusual armor, solid instead of mail, and shiny silver brightness seldom seen other than the occasional newly cast silver coins that were put into service from The Kings Mint. Those coins quickly became tarnished and dull but this armor was still shiny as the day it was formed, telling of hours its owner spent in polishing it. Not only was it remarkable because of its flashiness in the sunlight but also because of its form fitting shape which seemed to mold to every curve and contour of its wearer's body. Her breasts were sculpted in the hard metal down to the last detail, including her erect nipples standing proud in the spring warmth. A metal strap on her left side held the hilt of her sword. It was not the heavy double-edged sword of most male's of the realm in those days but a thin, curved blade with a single sharp side and filed down to a needle point; its handle was shaped to protect its wielder's hand and altogether it was a weapon made for speed, to allow its user to penetrate an opponent's defenses before he could bring his own weapons to bear. Her right hand held her jousting lance upright in its stirrup pocket, keeping it balanced by making the quick adjustments necessitated by the mare's movements out of old habits that now required no thinking. She too had a destination in mind but was in no great hurry to arrive there. She continued to survey the landscape around her as she and her horse moved through it, finding no cause for alarm. Even the occasional peasant that she passed stepped aside and bowed in deference to her, signifying that they offered her no threat. The first intimation she had that something was different was the soft clip-clop of his horse's hooves. It was an uneven sound because the horse was turning this way and then that as his rider kept watch but the sound of any horses meant an unusual occurrence because horses were owned only by those in high places: either the kings special vassals or outlaws who stole enough to be able to afford to purchase horses. She was instantly on guard as her left hand reached to her visor and flipped it down, readying her for battle if need be. His first inclination of a change was in the form of silence, as the chirp and click of insects around him quieted, indicating that someone else was in the area along the river which the noisier insects inhabited. Then he began to catch flashes of brilliant blinding light to his left, portending that someone was traversing the low road. Since there were no other knights patrolling in this area, the rider had to be an outlaw. As he pulled up to a stop at the ford where the high road and low road joined to cross the river, he turned to face the low road and slowly lowered his jousting lance into a near-horizontal position. He flipped his visor down and made ready for battle. When the rider appeared with the sun throwing glancing rays off his shiny silver armor, the knight was surprised to see that it was a small man, at least smaller than him, and that he was not completely covered in armor ... and that he was riding a mare instead of a stallion, although it was obviously a high-bred horse in spite of its gender. In his best authoritative voice, the knight called, "Ho! Yield to one on the King's business. Discard your weapons or suffer the consequences!" In a strong husky voice, she replied, "No! You, sir, are a prevaricator. "Tis I who is here on the King's business. Yield now before I run you through!" Her jousting lance was now horizontal and pointed at the knight. Suddenly he kicked the stallion in the flanks and they charged across the large clearing. She nudged the mare with her knees and they moved swiftly toward the knight, closing the distance rapidly. They were less than ten meters apart when the stallion shied and the knight's lance veered off course to his right as a blinding splash of sunlight flashed off her brilliant suit of armor ... just as he realized that there was something unusual about the way her armor was shaped. Before he regained his eyesight from the brilliant flash, he felt a hard jab from her lance under his left ribcage and he went flying off the stallion. His lance rolled uselessly down the embankment as he landed unceremoniously on his derriere with a loud clang as pieces of the armor banged together in a cacophony of sound. Jumping to his feet, his right hand reached for the sword in the scabbard at his left side, pulling the weapon part way out before his brain meshed enough to register what he had just witnessed: he had jousted with ... a FEMALE. He could not believe it! A girl had bested him! It had to be a girl, to have armor shaped like that. After all what man would wear armor with breast-shaped protuberances like those. And the nipples! By Thor! They were as large and pronounced as any he had ever seen, even on the wenches that worked the wayside inns where he often stayed and whose services he usually sampled freely. He turned toward her in time to see her dismount, having already dropped her jousting lance. Gracefully she hit the ground and spun to face him, at the same time drawing her little whippet of a sword and wielding it in a manner that told him in no uncertain terms that she was not only aware of what it was for but was the mistress of its use as well. Purposefully she strode toward the knight, sword at the ready. He was very impressed with what he could see. She walked with a strong stride, supported on two very shapely legs that were at the same time muscular and feminine. There were no bulges but rather smooth transitions from small ankle up around her calves and narrowing at the knees, then again veering up and out as her legs joined her torso, barely concealed under the lowest of the armor. Her gait was even and polished but ... my god, he thought ... her lower armor must somehow be hinged to let her bottom swing from side to side like that. She was still several strides from him when he held up his right hand in a signal of friendly confrontation, flipped up his visor, and said, in a softer tone, " Cease! Let us have a truce, even if momentary. Let us discuss business." She stopped where she was, coming to stand with her feet spread wide, sword held across her waist in a position where she could bring it to bear on the knight quickly if the need arose. She spoke, this time in a rather musically lilting voice, "So state your business." "I am a knight of the King's Overseers of the Criminal Kingdom, sometimes known as KOCK. I am Sir Jack of Stroke-On-Trent. I am assigned to patrol the high road from Coventry to Nottingham. I am today performing those duties duly assigned to me by His Majesty the King himself. And who might you be?" She flipped up her own visor and spoke, "I am known as Kittie of Wet Chester. I am a member of the Kings Underlings against Nomadic Terrorism, sometimes called KUNT. We voluntarily patrol the low road long the river from Duke-in-Kitty to the ford and thence to Coventry. We take as our duty the right to remove the manhood of those who would rape and pillage the King's people, land and animals." While they had been talking, both of them had heard the whinnying of the two horses but had ignored them until now. Then, as one, they turned their heads to see the two horses nudging each other. As they watched, the mare turned around, positioning her backside in front of the stallion, whose long tongue started low and climbed the crease between her legs while her tail was raised in a giant question mark. The stallion's tongue made the same foray again before his long nose nudged the mare in the soft spot between her legs. In one quick jump, the stallion's front hoofs landed on her back while his enormous male member appeared from between his hind legs, pierced the mare's reproductive system and he plunged nearly two feet of meat thicker than the knight's forearm into the depths of the mare. While the two warriors watched, the mare backed to the stallion and held steady while he plunged over and over into her hindquarters until, with a shrill yell, he exploded into her depths, filling her with his seed. With the stallion's front hoofs again on the ground, he nudged the mare on the shoulder and they continued their courtship, one nudging the other and then vice-versa, shoulder rubbing shoulder, tongues making long slow trails along the neck of the other. The two warriors looked at each other ... and the same urges struck them at the same time. They tried to come together for a kiss but the unforgiving armor was too much of an impediment. They tore off their helmets and threw them to the ground, he revealing a closely shaven head with evenly defined features. Her helmet released long blonde tresses that fell down to her mid-back and a beauty that he had never encountered. Each warrior began tearing at the clasps, anxious to shed the metal weights in favor of softer touches. Finally to facilitate matters, she turned him around and unfastened his armor, letting it slip to the ground to reveal a handsome man with a well-chiseled body. He turned her and helped remove her shiny armor to reveal the lush, curvy body he had only dreamed about until now. Moving to a soft grassy copse in the shade of the tall surrounding trees, they fell together, lips crushing against the other's mouth, tongues dueling as if they were also warriors. Her hand whirled over his body from his face to his crotch, front and back, feeling every inch of him. His hands hungrily followed suit, covering all of the soft curves and surprisingly muscular arms and legs of the female. Once stripped, they fell together as if trying to devour each other. Their emotion was not so much lust as it was hunger ... a hunger to know every part of the other person. She pulled his cock toward her wet pussy, spreading her legs and sitting down on him until the very base of his organ was pressed against the outer lips of her sweet opening. He managed exactly three plunges into her before she violently rolled them over and, sitting atop his rigid member, began banging her bottom against him unmercifully. He captured her heavy breasts, which overflowed even his ham-sized hands, and sucked one, then the other before repeating the process over and over. Then he knew the urge to change the angle of their mating and with a lurch, rolled them over until he was in her saddle. Raising himself, he positioned his cock to plunge straight down into her honey hole and drove himself in time after time as she raised her bottom to meet his every thrust. It lasted less than two minutes before she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave a quick twist, turning them upside down again. She lifted her legs, did a 180 degree spin and began to bang her bottom on his stiff fulcrum again. He contented himself with groping her sloping hips and round buttocks while she shimmied up and down his throbbing probe. A little over a minute was all he could stand; he grabbed her hips and gave a twist, spinning her over onto her hands and knees as he came up behind her. Finally in the same position the horses had used to copulate, he pounded her ass hard with his hot cock. This time there was no turning for either of them. She began to moan, urging him to pound her pussy hard; not that he could have done anything differently, he was already pumping as fast and furiously as he could, feeling his pubic region slam into her rounded globes with every inward thrust while his balls slapped against her slippery slit. Then with a cry from both of them, he slammed himself into her one last time and gripped her hips tightly, holding himself deep inside her as his testicles finally pumped what seemed to be an enormous load of hot sticky white cum into her equally hot confines. At the same time she cried out as her body shook with the convulsions of her own orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body until the adrenaline burned her muscles so much that she could no longer support herself and she slowly slid down to the soft green grass. He fell to the grass beside her, an arm over her back holding her close to him while their hearts pumped at more than twice their normal rate. When their heart rates had returned to normal, he realized that they had left their gear in the open. Checking to insure that no one was within sight of them, they both sprinted, still naked, to the road and collected their lances and horses, bringing them back to the hidden grassy copse. Letting the horses share half of the clearing, the warriors again drew together on the soft grass. He started kissing her, starting with her face, then along the sides of her neck, down her shoulders to her beautiful breasts, where he made a small feast while her hand explored his cock and balls. Eventually he moved on down her stomach and his tongue trailed into the curly, almost invisible blonde hair that topped her most precious area. It was the first time he had tasted himself in a lover ... the first time he had WANTED to taste himself. Somehow in her it was erotic and intoxicating, especially when she tugged on him to straddle her and she engulfed his newest erection in her mouth, licking off the last vestiges of their coupling. For a long time they just savored each other but when his tongue began touring between her sensitive pussy and her tantalizing anus, she quickly built up to another explosive orgasm. He feared that she would bite the head off his member when she gurgled and stiffened and tried to scream as she reached the crest of the pleasure mountaintop and jumped into the abyss on the other side. But she managed to keep his purple helmet intact and captured between her lips without marking it with her teeth. When she regained control, she began sucking his spear with great force while he busied himself lapping up her copious juices. It didn't take long for her to coax his balls into spitting out a fresh load of his seed, most of which she captured and swallowed, but a few drops she wiped from her face with a finger which she sucked clean. When he could move again, he turned and lay beside her, pulling her to him with both arms. He brushed her perspiration-tinged hair from her forehead and kissed her ever so tenderly before whispering that he had never known one so beautiful ... or so loving. She smiled and purred as she kissed him back, sighed softly and held on to the best lover she ever had. When he persisted in whispering sweet nothings in her ear, she cupped his cock and balls in her hands, letting her warmth slowly bring him back to life. This time she let him climb into her saddle and pierce her gently and for most of the next hour, they knew only each other. Finally sated, they dressed, donned their armor and mounted their patient steeds. They resumed their duties, fording the river and riding the joint road toward the city, several hours behind their usual schedule. He knew a perfect inn that they made by nightfall. It made no difference to either of them that the customers who remained at the bar long after they had retired to their room upstairs complained about "whatever it was that made the whole house rock" until the wee hours of the morn.