0 comments/ 18519 views/ 1 favorites A Knight's Tale By: Sir_Mace The day dawned all to early for Sir Jason, high knight of the Court of Sol. He stirred and tried to hide from the beams of sunlight invading into his room. After a long while he was finally full awake. He looked down at himself his chest with it's slight hairy surface covered in the sweat of an already warm day. Jason rubbed his stomach and remembered his love Jade would be waiting for him by midday. He sprang out of his bed the thoughts of their last encounter arousing him some as he pulled on his blue leggings and fiddled with a white jerkin. As he started down the stairs to the main hall of the castle of Sol he heard a cry, no a plea, from the courtyard. Jason drew his longsword and ran to meet the lady who needed help. As he stepped out he saw the hideous Orc holding the young woman by the hair...It was Jade! The sight of this brought Jason's anger to a peak as he rushed at the creature who was salivated at the thought of ravaging his dearest. With one quick slash the orc's hand fell to the ground as he creature grabbed the bloody stump and ran for it's life. "Jade...Are you alright m'love?" Jason managed to ask as he embraced her tightly, his left hand stroking her long black hair as his right patted her back soothingly. "Y..yes I think so." Jade held to him as she cried in relief, part of her bodice had been ripped by the monster's hand as one of her ample breasts was almost in view. Seeing this aroused Jason but he knew what had happened and that it was no time for such trivial thinking. He removed his jerkin and placed it around Jade and hugged her again taking her back to his room in the castle. "Jade, what happened love?" he said softly against her as he kissed her forehead. Jade stayed against him crying from the fear and thoughts of what she narrowly escaped,"I...I don't know. I was coming to your room to see if you slept late again and that..that.." she teared for a moment but swallowed hard being comforted by Jason's presence,"that thing attacked me and tried to rape me." "Shhhh..It's alright m'love nothing will happen to you when I hold you in my arms." Jason smiled as Jade looked up at him and kissed him on the lips gently, the feeling of her soft mouth against his was divine. Jason kissed back tenderly as they held each other, soon their tongues began to dance between their mouths as they both realized that the anxiety and comfort had aroused them both. "Jason..." she muttered as she looked down breaking the kiss and saw his throbbing manhood bulging against his leggings. "Oh dont worry about..." Jason was cut short as Jade moved her hand down and began to slowly rub his crotch with her palm. She pulled his leggings down and smiled at his erection and kissed the tip of it. "Mmmmmm," she licked her lips savoring his taste as she brought her tongue against him swirling it around the reddish purple head of his penis bringing a soft moan from his lips."May I relieve some of your pressures love?" Jade inquired as she fondled his testicles in her left hand massaging them with her fingers. "Yes..mmmmm...oh please do love" was all Jason could murmur as Jade slowly wrapped her lips around his head and suckled it in her mouth bringing a loud moan from Jason who bucked his hips a bit moving some of his length inside her mouth. Taking that as a go ahead Jade moved down slowly taking in his entire length and letting it press down her throat as she moved up and down knowing just when to suck and flick his tip with her tongue to drive him mad. "Oh my lord love I'm going to.." Jade cut him off with a mischevious look as she sucked his head hard and squeezed his testickles pushing him over the edge as his manhood erupted inside her mouth causing stream after stream of hot viscous fluids to shoot down her throat. As they lay back he looked at her and smiled. "Now it's my turn." He moved over and slowly slid his hands up her legs to her thighs and felt her cotton panties. He slid them down seeing them translucent from her excitement as he brought his tongue up slowly along hte length of her slit causing her to moan in passion and lace her fingers in his hair trying to push his tongue deeper, and yet he stayed at a steady pace bringing it back down and up again until he spread her lips apart seeing her love juices flowing now he saw her clit and began to lave at it viciously nibbling and tugging on it with his teeth causing it to harden as she almost screamed in ecstacy. He brough his tongue from her clit and begin to flick it back and forth rapidly making her hips buck up against his face. "Oh love...Please taste me from the inside." The begging moan was obliged quickly as Jason slid his tongue inside her twirling it around to massage her entirely then slowly drew back and moved up bringing his now re-hardened penis to her entrance."Yes love....oh please enter me" Jade pleaded him as he thrust his hips against her tight womanhood causing his manhood to penetrate into her with some resistance. "Mmmmm Jade..." Jason looked at her and removed the jerkin he placed around her as well as the bodice as he began to lick at her nipples and suckle at her left one thrusting inside of her causing her to shriek in pleasure, this being her first time to ever be entered and with him she thought it was too good. Soon Jason thrust inside her as he broke the barrier that held her maidenhood and suddenly Jade felt her muscles tense squeezing Jason's manhood as he thrust inside of her the waves of passion enveloping both of them as they were both brought to an incredible orgasm. They lay there in each other's arms. Jason was still inside of her but that was not even thought of as they looked into each other's eyes, Jason slowly stroked her hair and smiled,'I love you Jade.' 'And I love you Jason' she smiled back and soon both were dozing peacefully their love being eternal and in that comfort they rested that entire eve. A Knight's Tale I had been on the road all day. The sun was beginning to go down. I was tired, my chainmail was chafing, my horse was thirsty, and I really needed some food. I was headed for a small fortified town called Blackwell where I was supposed to meet with some other knights to discuss a possible journey to The Holy Land. Personally, I didn't give a hoot if we got the Holy Grail back or not, but I knew I was expected by my King to participate in this pointless exercise, so I obeyed, as is always the duty of a knight. I knew I should have arrived at Blackwell some time ago, so I was certain I was lost. I came around a bend, and saw a large stone building ahead of me. It was not fortified, but it had large doors clearly meant to discourage. It was surrounded by beautiful flower gardens, and covered from top to bottom with ivy. It was certainly no pub. But I was in desperate need of mead, gruel, and a bath, which I had not had in 4 days. So it was here, or spend the night on a blanket outside in the cold. I dismounted and sighed with relief. If my horse could have sighed, he would have. I approached the large door and knocked. A minute later it opened, and I was met by a group of cloistered nuns! "Dear sisters, I am so sorry. I have been traveling for several days trying to find Blackwell, and have become hopelessly lost. May I impose upon your hospitality? I am faint from hunger, and I am ashamed to say that I am unwashed since Sunnenday." The Mother Superior stepped forward. "My son, you are most certainly lost. Blackwell is quite a distance away. We have not seen a man come down this road in many a year, unless it is a father bringing his daughter here to join our cloister. Ordinarily, I would not permit a man to enter these sacred walls, but you are a knight, and I trust that you will follow the sanctified commandments of your calling." "Dear Mother Superior, I am an honorable knight. I would do nothing to stain the noble reputation of all Knighthood." "Then please come in," she said. "I will have your horse looked after." As I entered, I was instantly surrounded by giggling young nuns, many of whom had probably not seen a man in many years, and may never have seen a knight. Mother Superior barked "get back to your vespers, all of you, except sister Ophelia and sister Alma. You two are assigned to treat our guest with respect and to address his needs." The other nuns scattered, and Mother Superior turned to me, "Ophelia and Alma will take you to your quarters, where you may bathe and then join us for evening suppers." "Thank you, Mother Superior, I am forever in your debt." I followed the sisters down the hall. They were respectfully quiet, with heads bowed. Ophelia opened a door and led me in. Alma followed. The room was larger than I had expected, with what appeared to be a comfortable bed, a cast iron bathtub, a stove on which water was already boiling for the bath, and two high up windows that let in the fading sun. Three candles were lit on a table nearby. I turned to the sisters: "You have been most gracious. I will bathe now. Will you come to get me in a little while, as I don't know how to get to the suppers table?" "We will," giggled Alma, and they backed out of the room, and closed the door. I didn't know whether to fall on the bed from exhaustion, or remove my chainmail first. I chose to take off my clothes. It was a project. I was used to getting help from my squire, but he was unable to accompany me on this journey, as he had severe illness in his family. After several minutes of struggle, I was finally naked. I scratched and adjusted and rubbed all over to try to sooth my aching muscles. I poured the hot water into the tub, refilled the pots so that they would be boiling again for the next bath, and added cool water from the cistern to the bath. When the temperature was right, I got in. Almost instantly dirt and grime from my body turned the water murky. I reached over the side to get a cake of soap, and when I pulled my head back up, Alma and Ophelia were standing in front of the tub. They carried what appeared to be clean clothes, a robe, and towels. "Sisters, thank you for bringing clean clothes. I did ask you to return to get me, but this is far too soon. I must be clean out of respect for your order." Ophelia said "We are to help you get clean. Mother Superior's orders." I looked at them, and became a bit concerned. The water was murky enough that I knew they could not see my body, but this was certainly wrong behaviour on their part. "Sisters, you must have misunderstood Mother Superior." Alma said "We did not, she was very clear. I will put your garments on the bed, and we will wash you." They approached the tub. Both sisters rolled up the sleeves of their habits, revealing soft, white, smooth arms and hands. I must confess I had not seen female flesh in quite some time, and my mind began to play tricks. Alma and Ophelia then pushed their hoods back, and revealed two exceptionally beautiful young women, who smiled and seemed eager to begin. Alma kneeled behind me, wet her cake of soap, and began to wash my hair, my face, and my chest. Such softness, such beauty. I knew this was wrong, but I was quite enjoying it. Ophelia knelt at the other end of the tub, took her cake of soap, and began to clean my feet and legs. The touch was making me uncomfortable. I could feel my manhood rising. They could not see this, as the water was still quite murky. Both sisters appeared quite unconcerned about what they were doing. Ophelia began to clean higher and higher on my legs. My manhood got larger and harder. I tried to control it, but could not. Ophelia reached the top of my legs, and touched my engorged flesh. She didn't even flinch. She began to wash it vigorously. "Sister," I said "are you sure Mother Superior meant this?" "Kind sir, I am certain," and she continued to rub and scrub my loins, while Alma cleaned the upper half of my body. Alma said, "I believe you are now clean, so please stand and we will rinse and dry you." I was as hard as a rock, and didn't want to stand, but saw no other choice. I got up, and faced Alma. My rigid shaft pointed right at her. She looked at it and then looked away. They poured clean water over me, and then Ophelia got towels from the bed. I stepped out of the tub, and they dried me all over. My hardness began to subside. I was now fully dry, and they guided me over to the bed, where I sat and they dressed me. I won't bore you with a description of all the undergarments. Within minutes I was dressed. Alma said "Suppers are being served. Please follow us." Suppers were delicious. It was as though I had never eaten before. I did my best to control my voracious appetite, but as I stuffed my mouth, the 15 or 16 nuns at the table just giggled. Mother Superior said "I am glad you found us. You might have died of hunger on the road." She smiled. "Have Alma and Ophelia been helpful?" "Oh, yes, dear Mother. They have. Thank you for your excellent hospitality." After dinner, Alma and Ophelia accompanied me to my room, led me in, and left. I don't know what I was thinking, but I had been in a semi erect state all through suppers, and had hoped for, well, I can't say what I had hoped for as it would violate my knightly vows. I undressed and put on the night shirt they had left for me. I knew I would not be able to sleep in this state of arousal, so I lay on the bed, raised the night shirt up above my waist, and began to stroke my turgid shaft. It was hard and eager, and I didn't expect it to take long. I heard a small noise, looked up and saw Alma and Ophelia by my bed, staring at my stroking hand. I pulled my night shirt down quickly, turned all shades of red, and said "Sisters, what are you doing here?" They responded "Mother Superior commanded us to make sure all of your needs are met, and we are here to discharge that duty." They approached the bed, and raised my night shirt above my waist again. Out came my pulsing shaft. Both sisters pulled their hoods back again. Oh, they were so young and so beautiful. This time they removed their cloth belts from their habits, bent down, and slowly raised the hems until the habits were above their waists. They were naked underneath! I was stunned. They tied the habits above their waists using the belts. Alma said "I believe I know what your need is right now. May we help you with it?" I was beyond reason, and could only reach out to touch Alma's already wet creamy thighs. Her delicate softness aroused me even further. Ophelia came closer, and I took my other hand and reached for the moistness between her legs. Both sisters stared at my fiery erection. Alma reached for it, but not without touching herself to wet her hand first. She touched the head, and then surrounded the glans gently with her thumb and finger, and slowly, ever so slowly, moved her hand down the shaft to my sack. She moved her hand back up slowly again. I think she was more amazed by what she was touching than concerned about the implications. Ophelia took my hand from her womanhood, and put it on her swollen breast. I began to massage. She began to moan. She bent over my face and kissed me. I responded eagerly. Alma let go of me, got up on the bed, and lowered herself onto my staff, and I buried myself deep inside her. Ophelia also got on the bed, straddled my face, and drove her soaking flesh into my face, my mouth over her cleft and my tongue on her clit. I licked for dear life. Alma pumped hard and I pumped back. Ophelia undulated as I brought her to higher and higher excitement. Because of the direct stimulation, Ophelia was the first to go into convulsions of pleasure. She stifled a scream, and pushed her bare flesh hard on my mouth. I could feel her tighten and release, tighten and release, as liquid flowed deliciously from her and I drank it in. The pleasure for her seemed almost intolerable. She went over the edge with overwhelming spasms. She peaked in ecstasy. She fell forward over my head, breathing hard. Alma came next. She threw her head back, plunged down on me hard, and fell back onto her hands. She squeezed me with her inner muscles. I felt wetness all around me. She gasped and stiffened. Her whole body shuddered and rippled. She pushed down harder than I imagined possible. There was a final explosion of pleasure, after which she started to weep with joy. This was too much for me. I exploded inside of Alma. It was a glorious release, jarring, pulsing, frenzied, like nothing I had ever experienced. Alma and Ophelia seemed to simultaneously come to the realization of what they had done. They both got up from the bed, released their habits and retied them. They put their hoods back up. Alma said "I dearly hope that we have met your needs, kind knight, and that you will say good words about us to Mother Superior in the morning." "Indeed I will. You have been gracious and hospitable beyond my expectations. Now please, I beg you, I must get some sleep." They backed out of the room slowly, and closed the door. I was asleep in about 30 seconds. A Knight's Tale Pt. 01 Westminster, England, 14 April AD 1067. Six Months After The Battle of Hastings. "You get Droit de Seigneur with the estate, D'Austeyn. You are Lord of the High Justice and the Low, with Furca and Fossa. You can hang a man from gallows or drown a witch. Sort out any trouble immediately and kill anyone who puts a toe out of line. But most of all..." Here Lord Robert paused, looking at me hard with his bright, grey eyes for emphasis. "...make sure you fuck the women. All the pretty ones, at any rate, yes? You and your men. Let's have loads of little Norman bastards next year, eh? We have to populate this land with our own flesh and blood as well as conquer it." His fierce, bearded face split into a grim smile beneath his bent-out-of-shape nose. He rose from his chair in the Great Hall and stood in front of me. "God speed, Sir D'Austeyn. I expect to see you at Arundel Castle after harvest, with ten limp-cock soldiers for your Knight-service. You'll be glad for the chance of a rest!" Lord Robert guffawed crudely at his joke, showing his black and broken teeth and winked. He had always been a rough soldier, a fighting man, more at home in the camp than in a lady's bower, always in the thick of a fight, first in and last out. That's why I'd follow him to hell and indeed had done so six months back - to the bloody trampled ridge at Hastings, the corpses piled high on each side. "Yes, my Lord. Thank you." I knelt to him as expected on the stone floor and took again my oath of fealty, he holding my two clasped hands between his own. I rose and took the parchment roll from the sour-faced, itch-cock priest with his red nose and shaven pate sitting over his quills at the desk, and strode out of the hall with my spurs a-jingling, a sudden gladness welling up in my heart. Reward at last! My own land, a Manor! I found my young Squire, all of eighteen years old, waiting by the horse lines in the crowded courtyard Bailey, looking pale and anxious. We had both been worried about my interview. There had been rumours floating about the army, quite unjustified of course about the pair of us and some nuns who had fallen from grace after we visited their Convent... fallen quite hard, too. What? I'm innocent, I tell you. I will say no more. Anyway, I hadn't been sure about the reception I was going to get, as the King is touchy about upsetting the Church and Lord Robert is quite capable of breaking a man for misconduct. Stephen was frowning and looked up at my approach. He was slim and almost feminine, with a delicate face and curly brown hair that hid the fact he was as hard as nails, quick and randy as a stoat. I'd seen him butcher two Saxon huscarls in the melee around the shield wall on the blood-soaked grass at Hastings, and within a week fuck three nuns, er, pardon, Messieurs, whores in a row with his 8-inch cock and cum in each of them, one after another. His dear mother in Normandy apparently still thought he was a virgin. "Stephen! I've been given an estate! Our efforts at Hastings have been rewarded!" The Squire's moody countenance lightened. "Really? That's brilliant! May I ask where, Sir?" "Some village called... Roi-Gate. A thousand hides and a castle. In the Shire of Surrey, which is south of the River Thames, about two day's ride away. We've got Sergeant Pierre and some of our old Company back, too!" "Very well, Sir. Is it a good estate?" "Apparently it's quite a rich one. It used to belong to some Saxon lord or other who we gutted at Hastings. We ride to take possession immediately. Oh, and Stephen? His Lordship's express instructions are that we fuck everything in a dress." Stephen's eyes glowed and he grinned broadly. "Really, Sir?" "Yes. He wants you to put your cock in as many pretty little English cunts as you can catch, Stephen! You're to screw everything in sight and father cartloads of Norman babies!" Stephen cupped his cod-piece in both hands and thrusting his hips backwards and forwards obscenely, roared "Ready and waiting Sir!" Early afternoon, we rode to Roi-Gate, Stephen and I leading, with a conroi of fifteen mounted and mailed men-at-arms at my back, followed by the carts loaded with provender and spare weaponry. ******************************************* We crossed the Thames at the great wooden London Bridge and spent the night in Croydene, a wretched, squalid dump of a town south of London that has a small Palace, being the summer residence of the Lord Bishop of Southwark. His Lordship is welcome to the shit-hole, is all I can say. The ecclesiastical life not being to my taste, we gave the Palace a miss for lodgings and I slept in a verminous tavern, my men taking the stable and visiting all the beer-shops. They didn't do too much damage. Some of the men took offence at being charged a groat for bad beer that tasted like stale horse piss at a local ale-shop and set the place ablaze and in the uproar they knocked in the doors of some houses and made perfect beasts of themselves with the English women. There wasn't much the locals could do about it and Lord Robert would approve. We rode out early the next morning, the men surly, dissipated and vicious. I rode scratching my flea-bites and we must have left at least ten pregnant wives and daughters behind us. "Her tits were bloody enormous..." I let Stephen prattle on about the lass he had taken to his bed after pulling rank on one of the men-at-arms who had dragged the wench from her father's cottage. "She was insatiable..." I concentrated on Roi-Gate. There was a stone castle, of which I was Marshal. My duty was to hold it for Lord Robert and though him, William the King. Apparently it had been built a century and more ago by the English to stop the Danes raiding, a futile effort as it turned out as the Danes had overrun all of England. Their recently dead king, Harold II, was himself half a Dane. "She was so pleased she'd been fucked by a Squire of noble blood that she sucked me off again just before we left, and stuck her finger up my bum-hole. She was absolutely filthy..." The men in a column behind bellowed the usual traditional lewd soldier's songs and their hung over mood improved as we marched. I was glad they were happy. We saw the towers of Roi-Gate rising above the trees from two leagues off as we crossed the Surrey Hills. The country was fair, being undulating forested hills crowned with light green billows of oak, ash and elm. There were signs of deer and wild boar, good hunting country. There were scattered farms dotted about, but they had a sadly abandoned look. I felt the hair on the nape of my neck rise as I surveyed my new demesne, as this must surely now be my land, my new home! The air was crisp and fresh, the English springtime has plenty to recommend it. The 24 year-old landless third son of a Norman Count finally finds a home for himself. By God, I was going to keep it! The castle that was at the end of the sunlit street in Roi-Gate was shut up when we approached. It was occupied though: we saw the blue smoke from a fire wafting above the wall. The drawbridge across the ditch was drawn up and the sunlight dappled the green water among the reeds. A heron took flight with a clatter of wings as we arrived noisily on the opposite bank. All was quiet apart from the stamping of our horses and the scrape of metal on chain mail. The castle was compact, with four square stone towers made of a warm-coloured stone, altogether not more than 100 paces wide and deep. It basked in the spring sunshine on its own island and looked almost welcoming, apart from the front door being shut to us. There was no sign of watchers on the towers or crenelated walls. The moat was not 15 paces wide, but it looked deep. The banks of the moat were home to families of tern and ducks. A rapid search showed the village was deserted. It was a home to ghosts and the odd cat. Clearly everybody was inside the castle. I frowned. This clearly would not do. I was being denied entrance to my new home. Somebody else's home yet, I thought. I was not equipped for a siege. I would have to use charm to win this. I dismounted and sat down on the grassy bank out of arrow-shot to ponder the situation. I stood, resolved to bring matters to a head. I raised my voice and called across in Norman French. "Hello Messieurs in the castle!" There was a sudden flurry of activity at the crenelated wall above the drawbridge entrance. I saw a flash of white and what looked like red, nay, auburn hair. To my astonishment, I was greeted by a woman's voice in reply, in fair high French, in the tones of a lady who was used to command. "Are you that brigand Roger of Redhill come to rob and murder us all?" "Madam, I assure you, I am not. I am Jean d'Austeyne, newly appointed to hold this fair Manoir for the King, I am Lord of the High and the Low, of Furca and Foss-" "Norman? You are Lord Robert's man, then?" The voice queried, interrupting. She kept herself out of sight. I was astonished. How did she know who I was and how did she know Lord Robert? "Oui, Madame", who is it I may have the honour of addressing and to being of service?" "We will come across." My question went unanswered. The red hair vanished and within a short while the drawbridge lowered to squealing of hinges and the creaking of a rope windlass. Three ladies - for that is clearly what they are - strode boldly across, followed by a rabble of peasants, all women, children and old men. Where were the young men? Dead probably, at Hastings, along with their late Lord. The ladies marched towards me on the grassy bank of the sunlit moat, the peasants stood around in a semicircle, gaping at us. I was faced by a lady - for there is no other word for her - of about thirty-five years, of taller than average height and elegantly dressed and with her deep auburn hair coiffed. I noticed immediately her green eyes and then her stunning face with its high cheekbones and generous mouth, then the deep bosom and shapely hips. Her faint scent was of green hills in springtime after the rain. My face must have expressed my astonishment as I bowed and she curtsied gracefully with a faint knowing smile as she had certainly caught my eyes giving her a quick up-and-down. I barely noticed the two auburn-haired sylphs standing beside their mother - as they were younger peas from the same pod as their mother, two flame-haired beauties that remind me of autumn sunsets. But the mother is a beautiful goddess of the dawn. "Madame has the advantage of me", I murmured. "May I beg to make your acquaintance?" She smiled, flashing white teeth. Diable, here was a woman in a million! "Ah, Lord Robert said you were a smooth one! I am Elizabeth of Roi-Gate. And these are my daughters" she said, indicating the pair of green-eyed young beauties who appeared perhaps 18 years old, twins as like as not. "Catherine and Aude" their mother continued, and each curtsied deeply to me in turn. I bowed low to each. Well, of course I did! I introduced myself. "So", she continued, frankly laughing at me, "What are your orders for your helpless vassals, Sir Knight?" "Helpless vassals, Madame? How so?" "Mais oui. My husband was Theign of Roi-Gate. He fell last year at the battle and our lands are now confiscated as a result. We are yours to command, Sir." Her voice was good-humoured, but her eyes glinted strangely and her colour rose to her face. I ignored the question for a moment. "You know Lord Robert, Madame? You knew I was coming?" "Of course, he was my father's friend in Normandy. My father was English, but he was exiled before I was born. He became a Knight in Normandy, married and I grew up there. He was granted back his lands later by King Edward Confessor, so came back and after his death I was married to my husband here when I was sixteen. Unfortunately my husband supported King Harold against Duke William, so I was widowed and my lands confiscated", she added somewhat bitterly. "Lord Robert was here a fortnight ago. He said he had a young man in mind to become our protector. It was a case of accepting it or joining a ... nunnery", she spat the last word. The devious old sod! "So now..?" Elizabeth said sweetly. The three beauties waited for my command. "Merde. Merde", I thought savagely. So much for Lord Robert's "fuck the women" comment. So she's an old family friend and by the way, we killed her husband and widowed her last year and pinched her land, too... Oh wait. Did he mean..? Mon Dieu. Fuck these women in particular? Oho... Perhaps things were looking up after all. I made up my mind I was indeed going to fuck all three of them very soon, starting with the mother... I bowed again, courteously to them, keeping my voice agreeable and manner courteous and smooth. "Alas Madame, I have but just arrived. May I suggest you resume your accommodation in the castle until things are more orderly? I shall also stay there with my squire." I gestured with my left hand to the mob of peasants. "The villeins may resume their abodes, Madame and get back to their labours. My men will safeguard the village from this brigand of yours." "Thank you Sir. We shall avail ourselves of your kindness", the Lady Elizabeth said, smiling prettily. I called Squire Stephen over and made introductions. After he had put his eyes back in and picked his tongue up from the floor, I ordered the troops to be billeted in the village. The peasant women had certainly noticed the virile soldiers now camped on them, the first young men seen in the village for 6 months or more and I saw glances and smiles between some of the women and my men. The village women would soon be queuing up for cock. I didn't think there would be any rapes in this village tonight... The castle was another matter, maybe. Lady Elizabeth and I, followed by her daughters and Stephen, walked into the castle. By this time I was anxious to fuck the Lady Elizabeth. I stepped aside and let her walk ahead of me on the narrow drawbridge so I could admire the sway of her hips and to ogle her generous arse, beneath her long dress. I imagined myself pushing my rampant rock-hard cock into her tight bottom hole, making her scream in pain and pleasure as I stretched her wide and buggered her senseless... I knew that very soon Lady Elizabeth's glorious red hair would be on my pillow, she squirming, squealing and writhing beneath me in my bed, willing or not, I didn't care. I would soak myself in her sweat and if her two daughters were naked and awaiting for their turn, then so much the better. ********************** "So which one will you have first, Sir?" Stephen asked later, before dinner. We were on the ramparts of one of the towers, looking out towards the Weald and had been discussing the dispositions of the troops for the coming days, but the women were also very much on both of our minds. The sun was sinking behind the hills with a faint red glow that promised another fine day tomorrow, but the air was now getting chilly again as the dusk drew on. He knew me as well as anyone and surely read my mind. "The mother, of course. I have invited the three of them to dinner, Stephen, so you will be on your best behaviour. Now then, the plan is..." I outlined what I had in mind as Stephen guffawed. *************************************** We sat down to eat in the castle solar, on the first floor of the castle, a private room for the Lord and his ladies. We would usually eat in the Great Hall downstairs in public, but for this dinner I didn't want to be gawped at by the servants. I had changed out of my chainmail surcoat and leggings into a grey woollen tunic and fine blue silken hose that had cost me a fortune in London's Cheapside two months before, but the grey set off my blond hair, or at least the shop-man had said. Red leather shoes with pointed toes and a leather knife belt inlaid with silver completed the outfit. I was les couilles de chien, so Stephen assured me, as you say in English, "the dog's bollocks". He was also spruced up in a plain but richly made dark woollen tunic as befitted his status as a man of good family but not yet a knight. Stephen and I sat at the board and rose as we heard the sound of the ladies' voices in the corridor. The ladies entered. Lady Elizabeth had changed into a dark blue dress that was low cut at the bodice, her girdle accentuating both her narrow waist, the flare of her hips - and pushing up her ample, creamy tits that I could now see were speckled with light brown freckles. I could almost have fallen face-first into her cleavage with a "Brrrrrrrrrrr!" Her gorgeous green eyes sought mine as a ship's lode-stone points north as Stephen and I bowed to the ladies. This time her eyes were amused yet held more than a hint of mystery and magic. Who knew what the night might hold? Her two daughters were dressed in identical gowns of pale pink, which must have cost a small fortune each and set off their dark red hair to perfection. They were both astonishingly beautiful, yet somehow together seemed somewhat insipid, even colourless beside their mother. I barely noticed them to be honest, leaving them to be charmed and entertained by Stephen who set to with relish, as we had earlier agreed. I sat at the head of the table, Lady Elizabeth next to me and the girls and Stephen at the far end, together. We ate a good dinner that Lady Elizabeth had ordered prepared, starting with quails, hare and venison, washed down with good Bordeaux wine that I had brought with us. In truth I barely knew what I ate, I was busy devouring her with my eyes. From the end of the table, I heard Stephen's jokes and the girls' laughter. They were getting on famously. Lady Elizabeth and I talked of England, my part in the great battle and growing up in Normandy, but mainly talked with our eyes, hers were now dark green mysterious pools, shot through with amber highlights. Several times she blushed and smiled when meeting my gaze, or when murmuring a reply, fiddling with her hair and pushing stray curls back over her ears. I was in fine spirits as the imminent prospect of getting my leg over always bucks me up and I was overjoyed with my Manor. The wine was good and Lady Elizabeth encouraged me to drink a little more than I usually do. I like to keep a clear head as too much stops me from enjoying my favourite pastimes, fighting and fucking. At the end of the meal, with the servants clearing away, I suggested loudly to Stephen that he take the girls onto the tower and show the girls how we soldiers navigate by the stars, an egregious fib as I know Stephen can't tell Sirius from his elbow. He got up and staggered out and it occurred to me that Stephen must also have had a bit more wine than usual for him. With giggles and backwards glances at their mother, the girls got up and followed him out, their backsides swaying invitingly as they passed over the threshold. As soon as they had gone, she sat back and glanced at me, the amusement tempered with another expression I had difficulty in reading. "Well, Monsieur?" Why did she suddenly have two heads? The room suddenly was feeling very warm and was spinning around me as I tried to rise, but my legs would not take my weight.The rest was blackness as I crashed face first into the table. Lady Elizabeth's wide smile as I collapsed was the last thing I remembered of that evening. ***************************************************** I woke up late the following morning in my own bed in the main bedchamber in the castle. I was naked and sadly alone. A Knight's Tale Pt. 01 Waves of pain and nausea flooded my head as I tried to get up and my stomach started feeling as if I'd eaten some bad oysters. It wasn't the usual wine hangover, that was sure. After lying there for another hour, I eventually prised myself up out of bed and staggered to the garde-robe and sat on the seat of ease for a good while, groaning. My head ached and I had a painful lump over my right eye that needed explanation. My recollection of the previous night was a blur. All I was sure of was I hadn't fucked anyone, let alone the Lady Elizabeth, and despite a massive morning glory hard-on, I wasn't yet in the mood to fuck anyone else. Eventually, I dressed with trembling hands and in a foul mood I crept down to the Hall, looking for Stephen. There was no sign of the ladies, but I caught an elusive hint of scent of green hills after the rain. I found him outside the castle drawbridge, sitting by the moat with his back against the castle wall, holding his head in his hands. He stank of vomit. "Ah. Stephen. Mon Dieu, you look terrible, green." He groaned. "I've been sick already." He squinted up at me. "You look fucking dreadful yourself, Sir." With that, my stomach heaved violently and I voided noisily into the moat. After that, I felt better. "All right, what happened last night?" I asked. "I must have fallen asleep on the tower roof. I don't remember much apart from waking up in bed this morning, feeling terrible." "Naked?" "Naked." "I seem to have collapsed just after you left us. I must have hit my head" as I gingerly felt the bump above my eye. "I was naked, too". I usually sleep in a nightshirt. "Do you think it was bad wine or something else, Sir?" "Ummm - something else." We were silent for a moment, pondering fate and women. "Have we been made fools of, Stephen?" I asked. "Yup. I think so, Sir." "Who put you to bed?" "I don't know. The servants - or?" I left the question hanging and walked over to the village to inspect the troops. My head cleared as I walked, but my mood was still as sour when I arrived. The men were cheerful, and they had most of them good reason to be, blast them. There were groups of young and not-so-young women with blonde hair and pleasant if homely features standing around them in the square when I arrived and the language barrier was no barrier at all judging by the smiling and hand-holding that was going on. Some of the men were still eating sausage and bread, donated by the villagers. I caught sight of Sergeant Pierre hastily stuffing a piece of black pudding into his pocket when I walked over to him. He greeted me with a relaxed grin. "Bit of all right this, Sir." "It is?" I asked. He looked at me strangely as he shuffled respectfully to attention. "Why, yes, Sir. The women - the people - here have been very welcoming. I reckon a few of the lads could do worse than shack up with some of these English bints, maybe settle down here." "Would you?" "Well, good land this, innit, Sir? The women here need a few good men to help them. I'm billeted on the baker woman - Elfride her name is, ve-ry nice, know what I mean? She's got a few hides of land she holds - well, from you now, Sir, and a couple of oxen, but she's got no-one to help plough..." He squinted at me, considering. "All well up at the castle, Sir?" I ground my teeth and snapped at him. "Yes, perfectly thank you, Sergeant. Let's parade the men, shall we, before all discipline goes and they turn into farmers. Carry on!" I was jealous, frankly, and it showed I think. Sergeant Pierre and his men were experiencing all the comforts of home whereas I and Stephen had none, just -what? Fine words and sleeping draughts, as I realised now we had been drugged. We must have seemed right fools. Mon Dieu, what I was going to do to get my revenge! I knew not what it was going to be, but it would be terrible. I fumed impotently. I stomped off to the stables and took my horse out for a ride. It was time to tour my estate and think. The fresh air cleared my head and revived my spirits, but also my physical desire, so within half an hour I was as randy as a ferret again. The day grew warm and my thoughts grew warmer still. Not as warm as Lady Elizabeth's backside was going to be, I decided. Was I Lord of the Manor or was I a mouse? After an hour's ride round the countryside, I returned to the castle. Dismounting in the Bailey, I inquired after my squire from a dumpy, elderly female. This turned out to be Mathilde, Lady Elizabeth's personal maidservant, also from Normande. Ah, Monsieur Stephen had returned to his bed as being rather unwell (said with a particularly knowing smile), and the Lady Elizabeth and the young ladies were in the bower garden sewing. Sewing, hah. I left them to it. I did not know where their bower garden was, but they could be in hell itself for all I cared. I stumped upstairs to my chamber, suddenly lonely. A look into Stephen's room showed him snoring on the bed. I decided I needed fresh activity. Our hot Latin blood requires exercise, and we brood unless we get it. The humours get out of balance and the result is illness. I decided to swim in the moat. I am a strong swimmer. I state it as a fact, not to boast. I was with Duke William's invasion fleet in the summer of 1066 waiting weeks for a fair wind to England and daily swam a half league in the sea. So the moat held no terrors for me. Stripping off my hauberk, boots and breeches on the moat bank, I dived into the inviting cool green water, as naked as the day I was born, disturbing a raft of mallard ducks who protested with loud quacking. As it was April and early spring, the water was freezing cold and the shock took my breath away. Gasping, I struck out strongly to warm my blood, through the reeds and weed to the deep water, and decided to do some laps of the castle. Besides, I wanted to look for weak spots in its defences. I had swum over halfway round and was nearing the third corner when I turned over from breaststroke to a lazy backstroke, to take a closer look at the walls. I suddenly became aware of women's voices above my splashing in the water. "Oh! Maman! Regardez-vous! Qu'est-on-ce-passe?Tiens!" The bower garden it seemed was a narrow expanse of gently-sloping lawn on the far bank opposite the castle, with a fair view of the moat. Turning in consternation to my front, I could see one of Lady Elizabeth's daughters standing on the bank not a couple of arms' lengths away, staring open-mouthed at me. Recovering quickly from my surprise, I decided I knew exactly how I could pay them back for the mean trick they had played the night before. Maybe in looking for a weak spot in the castle's walls, I had found a weak spot in Lady Elizabeth's defences. I stopped swimming and trod water. I raised a hand and waved. "Bonjour, Ma'm'selle! It is a lovely day! Are you coming in? The water, she is lovely!" I swam nearer the bank, and Mademoiselle - whichever daughter it was - retreated with a gasp and her hand to her mouth. "Maman! À moi!" she called over her shoulder. ("Mum! To me!") I was almost laughing as I reached the bank, and grabbing some reeds, I pulled myself up and waded out of the water. I was stark bollock naked as we say in England, and moat water was running off me. I was covered in moat weeds and mud. But, I pride myself on my physique, it has often been remarked upon, my broad shoulders, my wide and muscular chest, my flat stomach and strong legs... Ah yes, what lies between as well. Truly, I have the cock to sire a noble family. I have the cock of Knight, of a man of action. I am very proud of it. The length and the thickness are impressive. The cold water had done nothing to reduce its magnificent dimensions. It is surrounded by a dense thatch of public hair, which I keep trimmed to avoid it being painfully snagged in my breeches. Not attempting to cover myself, I strode boldly out to the lawn, where three chairs and a small table stood, where the ladies had been doing some embroidery. A glance showed the lawn was surrounded by bushes and there was no way out but on a small path that went past me. The young mademoiselle had backed up to where her mother and sister stood in shock and as I approached all three quickly averted their scandalised eyes. Lady Elizabeth gaped as I strode towards her and stopped a couple of paces away and bowed with a smile. "Good afternoon, Madame. I trust I find you well?" She had put her hands to her face, averting her gaze from my nakedness, but she peeped out between her fingers. She got a full frontal view of the crown jewels. She was blushing between her fingers. "Oh la, Sir! For shame! Have you no clothes, or manners?" I stopped and put my hands on my hips and jutted my groin forward. "Mesdames, I think my attire will do as well as any other. It is called my birthday suit and one day I hope to stand before God in it." "Yet it is mannerless to stand naked before ladies one barely knows..." Her voice trailed off. Her eyes were roving up and down now. "Eh bien, Madame. Yet perhaps one ought not scream and shout when I take my daily swim?" It sounded weak, I know. "Daily?" "Oh yes, Madame. Ten times round the castle. For at least an hour. Each day." "You cannot parade here naked daily!" She was so shocked she dropped her hands for a few seconds and stared openly. I saw her eyes roam over me, my cock stirred... "Of course I can. This is my Manoir, Madame. If your are offended, then perhaps you can keep to your rooms? Stephen will be joining me tomorrow. Unless you wish to join us...?" "Join you?" "Yes, you could learn to swim- " "Jump in the moat with you, without clothes? Are you quite mad?" "I'm sure the ducks would not object..." A shocked sniff was all my response. Then: "Sir, you should be ashamed of speaking to a lady thusly!" "A lady? Or are you a witch to poison your liege Lord? I have the right to drown a witch!" I swear she coloured more deeply, and replied in a small voice between her hands. "Then Sir, it would do well not to speak too close to open casements. I am not a witch but a healer and the gift of sleep can be the most desired of all, or a defence to otherwise defenceless ladies. It was not poison." Open casements? My mind went back to the conversation I had had with Stephen the previous afternoon on the roof. Ah. Overheard, clearly from a room beneath the roof of the tower. She was silent. "So, I was drugged?" "A harmless potion that puts one to sleep and makes one feel wretched for a while." "That is a monstrous crime!" "So is rape." "Whoever spoke of rape, Madame? I always take "no" for an answer." "Truly?" She said scornfully. "Well, it is true that I don't get to hear it so very often -" "Oho, Monsieur flatters himself!" Her green eyes now shot sparks. "But in your case, Madame, you can definitely count on it." I shrugged and made to turn away. Her daughters were now whispering to each other behind their hands and giggling. I am sure they had peeked, at least un petit peu... "You have a lot of scars on you, Monsieur", said Madame at last. It was true. I bear the scars of many fights, old and new. Virtually all to the front. "And now... I had better resume my exercise. Perhaps we shall again have the pleasure of your company at dinner, Madame? Perhaps if I provide the victuals and pour the wine, this time..?" I bowed and not waiting for a reply, turned and walked to the bank, ignoring three new gasps when they saw my tight, muscular derriere and broad back. I ran towards the moat and dived in deep. I was sure I had given Madame something new to think about and I had restored my good humour. **************************************************** "I still think you should just fuck her and have done, Sir. Besides, we owe the bitch one, and her daughters." That was Stephen's comment, when he had got up and we discussed the afternoon's events. "I swear she expects me to try! I will not give her the satisfaction of using force. I want her on her knees, begging for it." I was by now desperate to fuck the Lady Elizabeth and in my mind's eye I could imagine taking her the easy way, by right of lordship, by force, subduing her, brooking no resistance... stripping her of her clothes slowly, watching her rainment slip down past her knees, feasting my eyes on her sweet nakedness, cupping her warm breasts in my hands, fingering her nipples, compelling her head downwards, obliging her to take my manhood in her mouth, to use her tongue on my cockhead, making her swallow, possessing her wet, tight cunt, her even tighter arse, birching her luscious backside with crimson welts and stripes; glorying in her humiliated plight as my defeated, defenceless captive, chained at the foot of my bed. I shook my head. It would not do. I could not give her the moral ascendancy, the right to call me a rapist, to have that against me. I had to have her on her knees, willing, pleading, begging, whimpering with desire for me, or not at all. But I had a plan... To be continued...