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Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 01

By: Thor99



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, readied his horse. He was on a quest and he had no time to lose. As a Knight Errant he needed to do something amazing to earn his rank as a full Knight of the Land, and that was a problem. Sir Jeffrey was never much good at fighting, which is how most Knights earnt their rank. He had made it to Knight Errant using the skills he possessed in... other weapons. So it wasn't going to be a great battle or courageous joust that elevated him to full Knight. He needed something else.

As such, he wanted to find the fabled Axe of the Mists. Wielding that would ensure that the Queen would make him a full Knight. But he had to hurry.

For you see, Sir Jeffrey had already lost too much time in the past few weeks. He was blessed with a magical cock, one that would make any woman scream like a banshee and come so hard she almost passed out. He did not know why he had been blessed with such a tool, but he did not complain. But once word had got around the church he had barely been left alone. He had always thought that nuns and priestesses were supposed to be refined and virginal but he knew better now. All those nights (and mornings, afternoons and evenings) had been fun but they had also delayed him significantly.

Checking the reins one final time, he turned to load his pack onto his warhorse. It was black and sleek and the fastest in the land. It had taken him weeks to find the perfect steed and he had named this one Swift. He had never been good at coming up with names and so Swift seemed like the most appropriate.

What he was good at was fucking, and he grimaced as he felt the familiar throb in his balls. They wanted emptying soon. It was the other side of his magical cock - for all its benefits, he also had drawbacks. If he did not come at least twice a day he would be wracked with horniness until he did. If he waited too long then he'd find himself doing nothing but seeking out willing women to dump his seed in.

Thankfully, he was sterile. Whilst most men would worry about that, Sir Jeffrey was grateful. He had always been worried that with his rate of sexual encounters he would father far too many children. But one day he had come across a witch, who had cast a spell on him that rendered him sterile, and that put his mind at ease. He knew that the spell could be reversed at any time, but he had no desire to get it reversed just yet.

Finally, he had loaded his packs onto Swift, and he handed the reins to the stable boy to look after. He needed to change into his armour before he left, and he made his way back into the church.

Opening the wooden door he stepped into the grand space beyond, with its stained glass windows causing coloured light to stream across the floor. His armour was on the rear bench where he had left it. Stripping off his shirt, he stuffed it into his pack and reached for the armour.

"I wouldn't do that just yet," a sweet voice said, and he turned to the noise.

Nun Diana stood there. She was in her late-twenties, he reckoned, and long red hair fell in waves from her head. She did not wear a habit, no one in this church did, but she wore tight black robes that hugged her figure. At about 5'8", she was also quite tall, and her beautiful face was highlighted by piercing blue eyes. His gaze dropped to her chest, where her large breasts pushed outwards, and his mind wandered as he remembered all the times he had held and played with those wonderful mounds.

He realised after a moment that he should probably respond to her, so he put his armour back on the bench and turned around.

"And why not, Diana?" he said. "I must be on my way - I am already late."

Her eyebrow rose and she stepped towards him. "Did you think you could get away without giving me a final moment with you, Jeffrey? You have been in this church long enough to know that I would not let you escape."

Jeffrey's cock twitched and he felt a familiar feeling heat up his blood. His balls knew that they wanted to be emptied and he could tell from the look in Diana's eyes that she wanted to be the vessel into which they did so.

"What is it you are implying?" he said as she reached him, her hand grazing his chest.

"That I want your wonderful cock, Jeffrey." She pressed herself against him, kissing him hard, and he did the same in return. He really needed to be getting on his way but his cock did not want him to leave.

Diana grabbed his shoulders, pushing him onto the bench next to his armour. Before he could speak she had dropped to her knees and her fingers were beneath the waistband of his pants.

She tugged them down, his rock-hard cock springing free, and he moaned as she took it in her fist. Her hand was running up and down his length and she grinned at him, her red hair falling about her back and shoulders.

"Here it is," she said with a smile before taking him into her mouth. He groaned again, reaching out to hold her head. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, her mouth sucking him in. It felt wonderful and Sir Jeffrey was suddenly glad he had kept his armour in the church and not changed into it earlier.

Diana sucked his cock for what seemed like hours although Jeffrey knew it could not have been that long. His fingers dug into her soft red hair and her blue eyes sparkled up at him as his length slipped into her mouth. Her tongue did wonderful things.

"Oh fuck, Diana that's so good," he moaned, before pulling her head from his cock.

She looked at him quizzically before he stood up and she stood up with him.

"I have to get going," he said, grasping her black dress and beginning to pull it upwards. "So if you want to take things further then we should probably get on with it."

"Very well, Knight Jeffrey," Diana said with a laugh, taking hold of her robe and pulling it quickly over her head. Suddenly, she was naked, and Jeffrey moaned at the sight of the gorgeous redhead nude in front of him.

Her long slender legs looked amazing, as did her slim body all the way up to her large breasts, which cried out for his hands. He did not disappoint them, grabbing the globes and squeezing them gently. Diana moaned, then looked at him with a glint in her blue eyes.

"I thought you said you didn't have time to waste?" she said, turning around and placing her hands on the bench. She bent over, thrusting her ass into the air, and Jeffrey moved behind her.

"You're right," he agreed, grabbing his cock. He placed one hand on Diana's back, stroking down her body as he pushed into her with his member. She felt amazing, her pussy seeming to suck in his length and her tight walls stroking him.

"Oh yes Jeffrey I'll miss your cock," she moaned, already on her way. His cock was magic, after all.

He started to pump into her cunt, enjoying the way she looked bent over the bench with her arms stretched. Her breasts swung beneath her as he fucked her hard, and her red hair was messy over her back. Her screams of pleasure were loud in the quiet church.

He reached forward to grab her large breasts. They filled his hands and he tweaked her nipples even as his cock continued to hammer into her cunt. He could feel his balls twitching and he knew they wanted to come.

"I'm going to come soon," he said, still holding Diana's tits.

"Yes, come inside me!" she shrieked. "Fill me with your seed!"

He groaned as he sped up, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. They were both sweating with their passionate sex, and soon the moment arrived for him.

"I'm coming!" he shouted as his jizz exploded into her pussy, filling her up. He groaned at the strength of his orgasm.

"Me too!" Diana shrieked, throwing her head back. Her body shook as he held her tits, and he felt her cunt spasm around his cock as a massive orgasm erupted inside her. Her blue eyes flashed and her juices seeped out around his member.

After a moment, he was done, and he pulled out from her with a sigh. She stood up shakily, a grin on her face, and bent down to pick up her dress. She pulled on the robe, her nipples still pointy from her massive orgasm and sticking out through the black material.

"Promise me you'll come back one day, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant. I will miss your cock."

"When I have recovered the Axe of the Mists, m'lady, I will return."

"Good," she said, kissing him again. She placed a hand on his cheek. "Good luck on your journey, Jeffrey."

With that, she strode away, and he watched her lovely figure as she walked away. Suddenly, she turned back to him.

"Oh, and Jeffrey?"

"Yes?"

"It would be a crime against nature if you did not share your gift with others. As a nun of this church, I order you to fuck as many women as you can."

She winked and Jeffrey grinned back, before she walked from the church and left him alone.

Soon, he had donned his armour and strode back outside. His other clothes were in a pack, which he quickly attached to Swift as the stable boy brought her back around. Climbing up onto the horse, he threw the boy a gold coin (Jeffrey was very generous) and set off.

He had an axe to find.

Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 02



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, sat on his mount Swift as she plodded gamely through the mud and torrential rain. Not long after he had left the church the sky had opened, and what had started as heavy rain had turned into a storm as the hours went by. Now wind whipped through the trees and the rain came down in sheets around him. He was sodden.

He cursed loudly and looked around. In the distance he could see what looked to be an inn, and he spurred Swift into motion. He needed to stop for the night - the axe was not going anywhere and he was getting wet.

Arriving a short while later at the inn, Sir Jeffrey reined his horse in front of it and climbed down. He gave the reins to a stable boy who came running out into the torrential rain, giving him a silver coin for his troubles, and then walked with his head down into the inn.

The common room was quite empty, which was not surprising. The trading season was largely over and there would be few travellers on the road in weather such as this. Most people were too sensible to be out on quests for magical axes.

He looked around and saw the barkeep, flagging the man down. "I would like a pint of ale and a room for the night, please," he said as he leant on the counter.

"I can get the ale for you, but you'll have to talk to Melinda about a room."

The man waved at a woman disappearing round a corner, her arms full of jugs, then turned to pour Sir Jeffrey's drink. Jeffrey left a coin on the counter to pay for the ale, and then followed the woman round the corner.

He found her in the next room, which was empty except for the two of them. She was clearing jugs onto shelves.

Sir Jeffrey coughed, attracting her attention, and she turned to him. He almost gasped. She was gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun, and the apron she wore did not do much to hide her huge tits. They swelled wonderfully to his eyes. She was about 5'4" by his reckoning, with long legs and striking green eyes. He guessed she was probably in her mid-thirties, a good ten years older than Sir Jeffrey himself.

"Can I help you, Sir Knight?"

She smiled at him and he saw her look him up and down. He had seen that look from women many times in the past. His magic cock seemed to throb at the glint in her eyes, and he knew he would get no respite until he appeased it now.

"I would like a room please, madam," he said, ignoring for now the horniness that crept through him. "Your best, please."

"Of course, Sir Knight. One gold coin please."

He offered her the coin and she took it eagerly, her hand seeming to linger on his longer than necessary. Then she stepped away and smiled up at him once more. "I look forward to serving you tonight, Sir Knight."

With that she wandered away. He stood there a moment, enjoying the implications of what she had said, before returning to the common room.

His ale was waiting for him and he drank it eagerly. Slowly the night crept in and the more he thought about Melinda the hornier he got. He had to do something about his horniness, so he paid his tab and retired to his room. He did not want to sit in the common room thinking about Melinda any longer - if it came down to it he would get himself off on his own.

As he relaxed in his room, there was a knock on his door. He stood, ignoring the throbbing of his cock, which demanded that it was emptied. Opening the door, he grinned.

Melinda stood there with a jug of water and a glint in her green eyes.

"I thought Sir Knight might like something to drink," she said with a naughty smile. "May I come in?"

"Of course," Jeffrey responded, stepping back to let her enter. She walked past him and put the jug on the counter.

"I hope you find my inn amenable, Sir Knight," she said.

"Please, call me Jeffrey. And, yes, I do. It is lovely. Have you owned it long?"

"I have not, Jeffrey," she smiled. "I inherited it from an uncle last summer. I have been enjoying running it since, though. What brings you out here?"

"I am on a quest to find the Axe of the Mists. Discovering it will make me a full Knight."

"Excellent," she smiled. "You will surely succeed. I can see the conviction in your eyes."

A moment of silence passed between them.

"Do you get many customers?" he said, trying to make conversation. He wanted to keep this woman here to see where things would lead.

"Not in these months, no," she said sadly. "I make most of my gold in the summer and spring. Which can be a pain, when you rely on your customers for... other things."

"Other things?" Jeffrey asked, hopeful.

Melinda smiled at him. "How about you shut the door and I show you what I mean?"

He closed the door in a flash, quickly turning the lock shut with the key, and then spun back round. Melinda had thrown off her apron so that she stood only in a tight cloth top and skirt, and he stepped towards her. She kissed him deeply, and he did the same, wrapping his arms around the blonde. He could feel her huge tits pressed against his chest.

Suddenly, she stepped back. She looked at Jeffrey with hunger in her eyes and reclined on the bed, hitching up her skirt until her pussy was revealed.

"I thought you might like something to eat, Sir Knight."

He dropped to his knees immediately, burying his head between her legs. Her cunt tasted wonderful against his tongue and he smeared his face into her lips, kissing and licking with delight. She moaned loudly and pressed herself against his face.

He looked up at her and grinned into her pussy. She was rubbing herself against him and he could tell she was going to come and he wanted to taste her as she did. He did not have to wait long.

"I'm coming Jeffrey!" she shouted, her eyes going blank. She pushed herself against his tongue and her juices seeped into his mouth. He could feel her cunt twitching against his tongue.

Afterwards, he stood up, quickly taking off his shirt and then his pants. Soon he stood naked in front of Melinda and she groaned as she stared at him hungrily. She quickly took off her skirt and then Sir Jeffrey's breath caught as she reached for her shirt.

"You want to see my tits, don't you?" she giggled. He nodded in return. "Then how about you take this off for me?"

He did not need to be asked again. Jeffrey reached down, grabbing the white top and pulling it over Melinda's head. Her huge tits spilled out and his hands were immediately grabbing them. She moaned, reaching for the clip that held her hair up and pulling it loose so that her blonde hair fell down in waves over her shoulders.

Suddenly she moved back onto the bed until she was propped against the pillows with her legs spread. She looked at him and licked her lips. "Your cock looks lovely, Jeffrey. Please put it inside me!"

He climbed on after her and grabbed his length with a hungry growl, quickly pushing inside her willing pussy. Her cunt swallowed him up. He groaned at the feeling and started to thrust.

She looked amazing as he held himself above her. Her arms were on his back and as he started to fuck her harder her moans got louder and louder. The noise of their sex was loud in the small room and Jeffrey wondered if the other patrons of the inn could hear them. Not that he cared as his cock was far too happy with what he was doing with it.

"Yes, Sir Knight, fill me with your hard cock!" Melinda shouted as he pumped away. The huge-breasted blonde shook beneath him, her legs around his waist. He stared into her green eyes as his magic cock twitched and he knew he was not far away from coming. 

"I'm going to come!" he shouted.

"Yes! Do it!" she stared back in pleasure. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and her back arched, and Jeffrey knew she was coming. His magic cock always got his partner off. She shook beneath him and her pussy spasmed against his member.

"Ah!" he grunted. His cum exploded from his cock and filled Melinda's cunt, mixing with her own juices inside her. His arms felt weak from the strength of his orgasm and for a moment the two of them came together.

Afterwards, Sir Jeffrey pulled out. He smiled at Melinda, lying down next to her, and before he knew it he was fast asleep.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 03



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, awoke with a moan. Sunlight streamed in through the window and lit up the room wonderfully. He blinked back sleep from his eyes and scratched his hair.

"Morning, Sir Knight," said a voice next to him, and he rolled to his side to see that Melinda had clearly stayed the night. She was still naked and his magic cock throbbed at the sight of her.

"Morning," he said back. "I did not think you would stay."

"Why would I not stay in the company of such a big strong knight?" she giggled. "And if I had not stayed, I would not be able to do this..."

She threw off the covers, leaving Jeffrey naked, but he did not complain as it meant he could see her entire lovely body. As he stared at her, she moved to all fours and started to kiss his chest. Her huge breasts hung down wonderfully. Soon she moved lower, and before Jeffrey knew it his cock was in her mouth.

"Oh Gods..." he moaned.

Her tongue swept across his tip and she sucked him in further. She was very good at this. Jeffrey stared down at the beautiful innkeeper with lust as her green eyes sparkled back. She was probably ten years older than him but looked amazing for it.

He reached out to place one hand on her golden blonde hair. She moaned onto his cock and he pushed himself more upright so that he could grab her huge tits. She leant to one side so that he could.

After a few minutes she pulled her head from his cock and pushed him back flat. She climbed back up his body until she was above him.

"I can't wait anymore, Jeffrey. I need you inside me now."

She grabbed his member, lining it up with her pussy. She impaled herself on it and soon her hot cunt had taken in every inch of him. His cock throbbed with happiness that he was treating it so early on in the day.

She looked amazing on his member. Soon she started to bounce, and Jeffrey grinned at the sight of blonde using his cock so well. She felt wonderful. Reaching up he grabbed her huge tits and squeezed them, enjoying the way she moaned in response.

Suddenly she slumped forward, her tits hanging even better now and her face inches from his. Her pulled her close and kissed her and she responded in the same way, and he began to move his own hips as he fucked her. Soon he was thrusting hard into the innkeeper and she moaned into his mouth.

"Oh, Sir Knight, you'll make me come!"

"Good," he grunted, his balls also twitching.

"Oh yes, Jeffrey! Yes!" she shrieked, her body shaking as her cunt clamped down on his cock. A massive orgasm tore through her, glazing her green eyes. Moments later he came too and his seed spilled into Melinda.

After a while they were done and Melinda smiled happily as she pulled herself from his cock. She stood up, reaching for her clothes which were still on the floor from the night before.

"I must go now, Jeffrey. I will have someone bring you breakfast. Please, return here one day."

She smiled and left.

Not long after there was a knock on the door and Jeffrey opened it to find a young man holding a tray of breakfast. He took it and ate the food. It was delicious. Afterwards he finished dressing, and he finally made his way downstairs in the mid-morning. Once again he had been delayed by a beautiful woman, but he did not care.

There he found the barkeep from the night before and paid him for the breakfast. He asked where Melinda had gone and the man replied that she had left to get supplies from the nearest village, but she was the happiest he had seen her in days. She must have read a really good book the night before or something. Jeffrey chuckled to himself.

He turned to leave and as he walked to the front door a hooded figure stepped beside him. Jeffrey was immediately on edge and his hand went to his sword, but he stopped just before drawing it.

"Relax," the hooded figure said in a very sweet voice. "I'm not here to fight."

"Who are you then?" Jeffrey demanded. "I am a Knight Errant and you will answer me."

"You have no powers, Knight Errant. Not until you are a full Knight... and I can help you with that."

As they walked into the courtyard, he turned to the hooded figure. "How do you mean?"

"I was in the room next to yours last night. The walls are thinner than you think. I heard that you are looking for the Axe of the Mists."

Jeffrey wondered what else she had heard. He chuckled.

"And how do you think you can help? Do you know where it is?"

"I do not," she said. "But I know someone who might."

"Oh?"

"A mage who lives in a tower in the wilderness. I have worked for her many times, and she is knowledgeable about such things."

"If she knew where it was would she not simply get it herself?"

"She is not interested in fame. She will help you if you ask."

The stable boy had recognised Sir Jeffrey and brought him his steed, which he climbed. The boy had also brought a sleek horse which the hooded figure jumped onto.

"Follow me," said the figure as she left the yard.

The mud had dried in the morning sun and the storm had completely vanished overnight. Jeffery rode next to his new companion.

"I must know your name, sir," he said at last.

The figure giggled. "I am not a sir, Knight Errant. My name is Narlissa."

"Narlissa? That is an elvish name."

The figure reached for her hood and threw it back. "Indeed it is," she said.

Narlissa was gorgeous, Sir Jeffrey realised, with delicate pointed features and a slightly freckled face. Short red heir fell to midway down her neck, and pointed ears stuck up through it. A small band of beads ran around her head.

"If I had to guess, Narlissa, I'd say you were a half-elf. On your mother's side, given your name."

Her eyes suggested she was impressed. "You are right, Sir Knight."

"Call me Jeffrey."

Narlissa smiled. "I had heard your name last night, but did not want to be so bold as to use it without being told to."

Sir Jeffrey couldn't hold back any longer. "What else did you hear last night, Narlissa?"

She grinned broadly. "Pretty much everything, I'd say. The innkeeper certainly seemed happy that she shared your bed... among other things."

"I am sorry you had to hear that," Jeffrey said.

"Don't be," the half-elf giggled. "It was actually very hot. I must admit, the thought crossed my mind that I would knock on your door after she had left, but she did not leave. I heard this morning why."

Sir Jeffrey felt the familiar throb of his cock. This stunning half-elf was getting him worked up again. He needed to cool off.

"How far are we from the tower?" he asked.

"We should be there by the evening," Narlissa responded. A glint entered her eye before she added, "why?"

"I think my steed needs a drink of water. Is there a stream nearby?"

Narlissa nodded, and stepped her horse from the road. Sir Jeffrey followed as they walked further into the woodland, and soon he could no longer see the path. Trees closed all around him and had it not been for Narlissa's guidance he would have been utterly lost.

"You know your way through the woods excellently," he said.

Narlissa smiled sweetly at him. "I am part-elven, after all, Jeffrey. You should not be surprised. Ah, we are here."

The trees opened up into a small glade, through which a stream ran. Sir Jeffrey climbed from Swift, walking her towards the water where she eagerly began to drink. He watched her doing so, trying to drive the horniness from his body. His magic cock, however, had other ideas.

"So your horse drinks, and we must wait for her," Narlissa said, suddenly standing beside him. He wished she would be less stealthy. "Whatever can we do to pass the time?"

He turned to her. It seemed she had other ideas, too. She had shed her cloak, and was stood instead in tight-fitting leather armour. Swords hung by her waist, but it was her figure that drew Sir Jeffrey's attention the most. Large breasts pushed out from her chest, followed by a slender waist and long legs. Her brown eyes shone with lust.

"I have some ideas, Narlissa."

"Would they involve... leading your stallion for a dip?"

"Swift is a mare, not a stallion."

The half-elf stepped close to him. "I wasn't talking about your horse."

Suddenly she was kissing him, and Sir Jeffrey kissed back hungrily. His magic cock started to harden quickly, knowing it was going to get what it wanted. Jeffrey's hands found the knots that held Narlissa's armour together and he frantically pulled them open.

She did not complain as it fell loose to the ground, leaving her topless in the glade. The air was actually quite warm considering the season and Sir Jeffrey took advantage of that to strip off his own armour. Soon he was naked in front of Narlissa and she looked upon his body with desire.

"Lie down," she said with a growl and Sir Jeffrey hurriedly did so. Swift was still drinking happily from the water and had been joined by Narlissa's horse, so he did not have to worry about that.

He watched as Narlissa peeled her leather pants from her lovely form, dropping them to her side. She was now naked too, and he stared at her eagerly, enjoying the sight. She was utterly gorgeous.

Moments later she was on her knees by his side, brushing her short red hair over her pointed ears as she grasped his cock. Throwing her leg over him, she soon straddled his waist.

"I don't know how long we will have, so I should make this quick," she winked, before sitting fully on his cock. He sank into her wonderful cunt, and she moaned loudly. Almost immediately she was lifting her hips and enjoying the way his cock seemed to stuff her full.

"Oh fuck Narlissa," Jeffrey moaned, reaching up to grab her large tits. They felt good in his hands. His cock pulsed with energy and he could see the half-elf's eyes light up with the pleasure of having him inside her.

Soon she was crying out with pleasure, bouncing hard on his cock. Her whole body shook and her screams filled the glade. He was sure that someone walking nearby in the forest would hear them but he hoped that the wilderness was empty of people. Not that he really cared as he was far too preoccupied with the stunning redheaded half-elf riding his cock.

Her brown eyes were half-closed as she bounced on his member. Her body was tensing and he knew that she was close to coming. He was not far off either, and he held her hips.

"Yes... yes... yes!" she shrieked as she came, her body pulsating around his cock. Her cunt grabbed hold of him, her juices seeping out around his length. Moments later, he joined her in climax and his cream pumped into the half-elf, filling her with his cum.

Afterwards, she climbed from him, grinning widely as she quickly donned her armour. He dressed too, and could not stop looking at the half-elf with a smirk. Every time their eyes met she giggled happily.

When they were both armoured again, she jumped onto her horse's back, waiting for him. He climbed onto Swift, and they set off back into the wilderness once more.

"How far to the wizard's tower?" Sir Jeffrey asked.

"About ten minutes," she giggled. "But had I said that, I would not have had the chance to fuck you."

Sir Jeffrey laughed. He could not complain.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 04



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, rode through the forest at Narlissa's side for a short while after their encounter in the glade. She kept smiling at him and winking and if he had not needed to find the Axe of the Mists he would have suggested they spend a few days in these woods with each other for company. She was certainly alluring enough to make it worthwhile.

Instead, he carried on, and not long later they came across a clearing in the trees. Birdsong sounded loud and a small stone tower stood in the middle upon a small hill. It was perhaps three stories high - tall enough to see over the trees but not so tall that it stood out for miles around.

Narlissa dismounted at the entrance, hitching her horse to a small post that stood from the ground. Sir Jeffrey did the same. Then the half-elf knocked on the heavy wooden door and waited. About ten seconds later the sound of sliding bolts filled the air and the door opened.

Sir Jeffrey's breath caught. The woman standing in the entrance was absolutely gorgeous. She had long, wavy black hair that fell to her shoulders, with bright blue eyes. She was wearing a long blue dress that flared at the wrists and a necklace with a red bead. The necklace fell into the cleavage that was revealed by the low cut of her dress, and Jeffrey could see she had impressively large breasts.

"Hello, Narlissa," she said with a smile to the half-elf. Sir Jeffrey delighted to see two such stunning women together.

"Hello, Breanne," Narlissa replied. "I being a visitor for you."

The woman, who Sir Jeffrey now knew as Breanne, regarded with him with a smile. "I see that. May I know your name, good sir?"

"Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, m'lady," he said with a bow. She beamed at him.

"He is very polite," she said to Narlissa, before turning back to Jeffrey. "What can I do for you, Sir Knight?"

"Narlissa mentioned that you might be able to help me," Jeffrey said.

"I did," Narlissa agreed. "If you are willing, Breanne, perhaps we should come inside?"

"Of course," the woman nodded, waving them in.

Sir Jeffrey stepped into the tower. On the bottom floor was a great room filled with luxurious furniture. A tall bookcase stood against one wall, and large glass doors opened to give a view of the glade. A winding staircase led upstairs in the middle of the room. Jeffrey wondered what was up there.

"Now, first of all, what is it I can do for you, Narlissa?"

"I was wondering if I could stay for a short while, Breanne... you know how it is with these town guardsmen and the like."

Breanne chuckled. "Of course, Narlissa. Though you know what you must do to earn your keep."

"Very well," Narlissa smiled, pulling her cloak around her. Jeffrey was almost disappointed that it hid her tight-fitting armour so well. Luckily he had Breanne to gape at. He watched as she left the tower, ignored her horse and disappeared into the trees.

"Where is she going?" he said after a moment.

Breanne smiled at him. "To put her talents to good use. The local elves don't like to give up their supplies of herbs and yet I need some for my studies. She... obtains them."

"She's a thief?" Jeffrey gasped. Suddenly her desire to remain hooded in the inn made sense.

"She is indeed. Is that a problem, Sir Knight? Keep in mind you have not seen her commit a crime."

Jeffrey nodded. Breanne was right. And after all, Narlissa had brought him here. He owed her to keep silent. Suddenly, concern crept across his face as he wandered what Narlissa might have taken.

Breanne laughed sweetly. "Sir Knight, do not worry whether she has stolen anything of yours. Narlissa does not take from her friends. Indeed, I believe she treats them... very well."

Jeffrey chuckled, nodding at Breanne. "She does that, m'lady."

"Please, call me Breanne."

"Only if you call me Jeffrey."

She laughed. "Very well, Jeffrey. What is it that I can do for you?"

"Narlissa mentioned that you were knowledgeable about the locations of magical artifacts. I am looking for the Axe of the Mists."

Breanne's eyes widened. "It is a long time since I have heard that name. Yes, I believe I might know where it is."

"Can you help me?"

"Perhaps. Wait here a moment, Jeffrey."

He watched as she smiled at him and began to climb the staircase. Her blue dress hugged her tightly and his magic cock pulsed at the sight of her delicious figure. Soon she had climbed onto the next floor. He waited.

"Come upstairs, Jeffrey!" she shouted after a while and he quickly clambered up the staircase to the next floor.

He found himself in a bedroom. One wall was covered in a giant bookshelf, and on the other side of the room was a large, comfortable bed. Windows allowed nice views out over the forest. The stairs continued on to the final floor, which he guessed was where Breanne did most of her studies and cast her spells.

It was then that he saw her. She had changed out of the dress and into a golden silk dressing gown. Her hair was loose over the shoulders and he could tell from the way her nipples pointed through the thin material that she was wearing nothing underneath. 

"I have found mention of your fabled axe, Sir Knight," she smiled sexily. "But I never offer something for free. As Narlissa must earn her keep, you must trade something in return for my knowledge."

His cock was stiffening rapidly and quite uncomfortably in his tight armour. He tried to ignore it as he responded to Breanne. "And what can I do?"

"You can give me the pleasure only a man can give," she said with a smirk as she undid the dressing gown, allowing it to slide from her body. He was right - underneath she was naked, and he breathed in sharply at the sight of her glorious body.

He stepped towards her and kissed her deeply. She moaned back into his mouth and immediately her hands were busy with his armour. Her fingers found the knots and she tugged it loose. Sir Jeffrey stepped back to allow her to undress him - he would have done it himself, but she seemed to be enjoying it like she was unwrapping a present.

Soon he was naked too, his magic cock standing to attention, and Breanne grinned as she sank to her knees. Before Jeffrey could say a word the beautiful wizard had taken his cock into her mouth. She hungrily sucked his length, using her hands as well as her mouth. Within a minute his member was wet with her saliva. Her blue eyes glinted with animal lust.

He watched her as she gave him one of the best blowjobs he had ever had. Her tongue was amazing and it swirled around his length as she bobbed her head. He lightly grasped her thick black hair but she did not complain, in fact she moaned onto his cock. Her large breasts hung down wonderfully and soon he could take no more.

He lifted her and she stood, kissing him again. Grabbing her ass, Sir Jeffrey picked her off the ground, and Breanne eagerly wrapped her legs around him. Her large breasts were pressed against his chest and she kissed him as he walked towards the bed.

Dropping her down on the edge, Breanne's eyes lit up. She grasped his cock and gave it a few pumps, before leaning back onto her elbows and wrapping her legs around his waist. Jeffrey grabbed his cock and slowly pushed into her soft cunt.

"Oh fuck, Jeffrey," Breanne moaned, grasping the sheets tightly. "Fuck your big cock feels so good in my cunt."

Jeffrey fucked her hard, enjoying the way the wizard shrieked and writhed with every slam of his hips. She looked amazing with her black hair messy beneath her head and her blue eyes staring hungrily into his. Her large breasts bounced wildly on her chest at their fucking.

They fucked for what seemed like forever and Jeffrey loved every second. Suddenly, Breanne arched her back and screamed, coming around his cock, but Jeffrey did not stop. Minutes later she came again, even harder.

When she was well on her way to a third orgasm Jeffrey's magic cock twitched and he knew he was going to join her. He leant forward, whispering in her ear that he wanted to fill her with his cum, and she moaned. She grabbed his head, staring intently into his eyes even as her own rolled back with pleasure.

"Breanne... I'm coming!" he shouted as his seed exploded out of his cock and into Breanne's eager cunt. She screamed at the same time, her third orgasm ripping through her body. She shook underneath him but he barely noticed as he was so overwhelmed with his own pleasure.

At last he was done, and he sighed happily as he stood up. With a smirk, Breanne got to her feet and walked over to a desk, from which she pulled a piece of paper.

"This is a map I drew for you quickly from my notes before you came upstairs. It should take you to the axe. It is not close, however..."

"Thank you, Breanne. Are you sure I cannot repay you?" he said.

She giggled at him. "You already have, Sir Jeffrey. May the Gods be with you. And remember - if you ever need help with discovering a magical artifact then I am always here to help."

"Will the terms of payment always be so sweet?"

"For you, Sir Knight, they will."

She kissed him then, before making her way upstairs with a request that he leave her to her research, though he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted.

Thanking her, Sir Jeffrey watched her leave eagerly. He was close to finding the axe now, he could feel it.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 05



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, was waiting in Breanne's tower when Narlissa returned through the door the next morning. She was clutching a brown sack, and her eyes widened when she saw him, quickly hiding it behind her back.

"Don't hide it," Jeffrey laughed. "Breanne told me what you were doing."

Narlissa rolled her eyes as she placed the sack on the floor. "She did? I suppose I should have expected that. Did you get what you came for?"

Sir Jeffrey nodded, then smiled. "And more, of course."

"Of course," Narlissa grinned.

"The reason I have stayed, Narlissa, is that I wanted to ask you for help. Breanne gave me a map to where the Axe of the Mists should be located, but I would be much quicker were I to have a guide through the wilderness and you seem utterly at home in these forests."

Narlissa stared at him a moment. "Are you asking my help again, Jeffrey?"

"If you are willing to give it. I am afraid I can offer you very little now, but if we find the Axe and I become a fully-fledged Knight I will have riches with which to repay you."

"Oh, Sir Jeffrey, there are other ways you can repay me... you know that." She grinned at him with a glint in her eyes, before picking the brown sack off the floor again. "I accept your offer, but I must take these to Breanne. They will do as payment for the next time that I wish to stay here."

Jeffrey waited a few minutes until Narlissa returned, and the half-elf smiled at him. "Shall we go now?"

He nodded, and they both head outside. He quickly got Swift prepared and mounted his steed, watching as Narlissa did the same. Moving over beside her, he passed her the map that Breanne had given him.

"Does this make any sense to you?" he asked as she took it.

She studied it a moment, before nodding. "Yes, I think I know where this is. Let's go."

She rode out of the clearing and Sir Jeffrey followed, delighted that he was not only getting closer and closer to the axe, but that he had such excellent company for the journey.

They rode for hours through the forest, passing pleasant conversation between them. Jeffrey learned that Narlissa's mother, who was an elf, had been killed when she was very young in a raiding party, and her human father had deserted her when she was a teenager to join the army. She had been taken in by an orphanage, where she learnt to steal on the streets, but had moved away from the city when she was old enough. She preferred the countryside and smaller towns to the hustle and bustle of a city.

Sir Jeffrey agreed with that, and as they walked through the green forest he couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful it was. The sun was hanging high still in the mid-afternoon and his stomach was beginning to rumble with hunger.

"Narlissa?" he said, smiling as the half-elf glanced up from Breanne's map. "Shall we stop for food soon?"

"That does sound like a good idea," she replied. "I will find us somewhere."

They rode for a few more minutes, reaching another small clearing. Narlissa seemed expert at picking them out, and Sir Jeffrey eagerly dismounted. He opened his pack and pulled some food from it, turning to offer some to Narlissa. She took it eagerly, and they sat together beneath a tall oak eating for a short while.

Eventually, they were finished, and Sir Jeffrey stood, holding out his hand for Narlissa to take. She did, and he pulled her to her feet. However, she did not step away, leaving herself pressed against him.

"Surely you do not anticipate leaving just yet, Sir Knight?" she said with a sultry whisper. "We have only just begun to have our break."

"What is it you're suggesting, Narlissa," he grinned back as his magic cock throbbed. He knew what was coming.

"It's just that I've been guiding you all morning and afternoon and have received no payment yet. If you recall from when I took you to Breanne's tower, I like to collect what's owed to me quite frequently."

She kissed him then and he responded the same way. His arms moved to wrap around the gorgeous half-elf and she moaned into his mouth. Suddenly her hands were on his buckle and she had undone the knots to his armoured pants.

"You'll need to take these off," she smirked and he pulled them quickly from his body. He took his chestpiece off too, and was delighted to see Narlissa stripping down. Soon they were both naked and he stared at her with lust. Her large breasts called out to his hands but before he could reach out and grab them Narlissa had sunk to her knees.

"Oh fuck, Narlissa," he moaned as she took his cock into her mouth. He leaned back against the tree, enjoying the feeling of his length in her warm mouth and the way her tongue swirled around it. She pulled her head from his cock and kissed down the sides, jacking him off with her hand whilst she did. He did not care at how exposed he was in the middle of the wilderness - Narlissa was all that mattered at that moment.

For a while he was lost to the pleasure of her efforts. She was amazing at giving head, and he wondered if he'd be able to convince her to do this more often on their journey together. Although he suspected she wouldn't need convincing.

After a few minutes, however, he knew he needed to take things further. His magic cock was aching to be stuffed inside a tight and willing cunt, and he reached down to pull Narlissa to her feet. She kissed him briefly, before stepping past him and putting her hands on the tree. She bent forwards, thrusting her ass out, and grinned at him.

"I want you to fuck me against this tree, Jeffrey."

He moved behind her quickly, grabbing his blowjob-wet cock and easing it into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back as he filled up her cunt. Soon he was pumping away into the half-elf and she was crying out her pleasure.

Her body looked amazing and he ran his hands eagerly over her back. Leaning forward, he reached around and grabbed her tits, which hung down wonderfully from her chest. She looked back at him with need in her eyes.

"Oh yes, Sir Knight, grab my tits whilst you fuck me!"

He held the globes, squeezing them. He could feel Narlissa's body responding to their sex and he could also feel the familiar throb in his balls. He was not going to last much longer.

"I'm going to come, Narlissa!"

"Fill my cunt with your seed, Jeffrey. Yes!"

She screamed out then as her pussy grabbed his cock, her orgasm hitting her. He followed moments later and his cum shot out into the half-elf, mixing with her own juices deep inside her cunt.

After a while, Jeffrey pulled out of Narlissa, and she moaned back at him. He grinned, and the two of them quickly dressed again.

They still had an axe to locate.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 06



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, steered his steed Swift behind Narlissa as she guided him towards the location of the axe according to the map that Breanne had given him. They had been riding all day, and it was started to turn into evening. He hoped that they found the cave soon or he would lose another day trying to locate it.

"How far are we?" he said, riding alongside his half-elf companion.

"Not far at all," she smiled. "It is just over this hill, apparently."

He nodded, excited at being so close to his target, and they carried on. Unsurprisingly, Narlissa was right, and as they reached the bottom of the hill he spotted a cave, with a mouth partially hidden by fallen rocks but unmistakeably deep and dark.

"I think that is it," she said. "Shall we go in?"

Sir Jeffrey quickly climbed from Swift and entered the cave, Narlissa not far behind. It was dark and musty and he could hear water dripping from further in. He wished he had a torch. Running his hands along the walls he soon found himself in total darkness and had to feel his way along. He really hoped this was the right cave.

"And that I don't get lost in here!" he said out loud to himself, then regretted it as the sound bounced back from the walls. He also hoped there was no one to fight. He disliked fighting. He heard Narlissa giggle from behind him. Clearly, she was more comfortable here.

As he rounded a corner his eyes widened. He could suddenly see, a glowing light seeming to fill the room in front of him. The room was more of a cavern, really, with small waterfalls falling into springs around the edges. It was then that he realised the glowing light was coming from the centre of the room, where an axe floated in midair.

"There it is!" he gasped, and he heard Narlissa's breath catch behind him as she saw it too.

"Go and get it, Sir Knight!" she said happily.

He stepped forwards. He was so close now, and he reached out to grasp the hilt of the axe...

"Stop!" shouted a voice, and Sir Jeffrey froze. He did not expect to find anyone else here.

He slowly turned, and his jaw dropped. A woman stood at the entrance to the cavern in shining silver armour. Long blonde hair fell from her head and piercing blue eyes shone back at him. She was glaring at him, and her hand moved to the sword at her waist.

"You are not to take that, thieves. It is mine."

"Yours?" Sir Jeffrey said, surprised. "If it is yours then why have you not taken it?"

She strode towards him then, anger in her eyes. "Because I had not found it. But it belongs in my family line, and as such I claim it."

Narlissa stood there, clearly scared by the woman, and Sir Jeffrey did not blame her. Narlissa could look after herself, but she was not a fighter, and this woman was fully armoured and clearly not wary about using her sword. Even Sir Jeffrey, who should have been ready to defend himself, found himself moving out of the woman's way as she pushed past him.

He could only stare aghast as the woman grabbed the axe and began to march from the cave.

"Wait!" he shouted after a moment. The woman did not turn back. He hurried after her, Narlissa on his heels.

Soon he found himself back outside again. The woman was climbing onto her horse, and he noticed that three other people were mounted around her, all men. They glared at him and moved for their weapons, but she waved them calm.

"He means no harm, I believe. He is merely trying to find a legendary weapon for the benefit of his Queen, are you not, Sir Knight?"

Jeffrey nodded, and stepped towards her. "I am indeed, m'lady. I need to do something of the sort to earn my rank as full Knight. I had hoped to take the axe, but you have taken it from me."

The woman's eyes narrowed, but despite that she did seem to be warming to Jeffrey. "It is my axe, Sir Knight. It is unfortunate you have come all this way, but that is the way these things happen. But now, I must go to have my rank confirmed by the Queen."

"You are a Knight Errant too?" Sir Jeffrey asked.

The woman nodded in response, before waving her companions to follow her. She rode from sight.

"Fuck," Sir Jeffrey said as she disappeared. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Narlissa looking at him with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know what it's like to see something you want taken when you've almost got it."

Sir Jeffrey shrugged. "I suppose I'll just have to try and think of some other way to earn full rank."

"Could you not follow her?" Narlissa suggested. "If you are present when she shows the axe to the Queen, she may feel pressured into making mention of your role in discovering the axe."

Sir Jeffrey considered her for a moment. It was better than doing nothing, which was the alternative. He nodded. "Ok then, Narlissa, take me to the city."

"I cannot take you into the city, Jeffrey, as I am a wanted person there, but I will take you to its walls."

She quickly mounted up and Jeffrey followed suit. They rode quickly from the cave, after the woman who had taken the axe.

Swift lived up to her name over the next few hours as he hurtled through the wilderness. Narlissa's steed, too, was very fast, and although they never saw sign of the woman and her three companions, he knew that they were not far ahead by the freshness of their tracks.

Eventually, they came to a main road, and Narlissa slowed her horse as they reached it. She looked at him with a sad smile. "We are here," she said. "So I must leave you now."

Sir Jeffrey glanced up the road. The sun was setting in the sky now, the darkness of night falling over the land. He could see the city guards beginning to line up at the gate as it shut. He did not think he would make in into the city before night.

"Narlissa, I do not think I will make it beyond the walls tonight. I shall have to wait until morning. Would you perhaps be amenable to receiving payment in one final installment?"

He turned back to her with a grin, and was delighted to see the glint that sparked through her eyes. "I did show you through the forest to here..." she agreed, before nodding.

"Good, I see an inn a little closer to the city."

They rode towards it, and though Sir Jeffrey was annoyed that he would not get into the city tonight to chase the woman who had taken the axe, he was pleased at the prospect of another evening with Narlissa. Judging by the throb that had started in his balls, so was his magic cock.

They reached the inn not long after, and Sir Jeffrey handed a gold coin to the lad who ran out to get their horses, and they both stepped inside. He noticed three men sat at the bar eyeing him, but ignored it, hopeful that they were not going to cause trouble and were merely jealous that he was in the company of such a gorgeous woman in Narlissa.

Handing a gold coin to the barkeep, he headed upstairs with his half-elf companion. It was only minutes later that he stumbled into his room with Narlissa already kissing him, shutting the door behind her.

Her armour was off in what seemed like seconds, and so was his. They collapsed onto the bed and Sir Jeffrey delighted in the feel of the half-elf's naked body against him. Her large breasts were pressed against his chest and he slowly rolled over. He began to kiss her tits and she moaned, pressing his head into her cleavage.

Soon he had kissed lower and he pushed her legs apart with eagerness. She cried out as his tongue found her pussy, running along her lips.

"Oh yes, Jeffrey, eat me like that!"

He did as he was told, hungrily eating her cunt, enjoying her taste. Narlissa moaned loudly on the bed, writhing at his efforts, and it wasn't long until her eyes flashed open and she arched her back.

"I'm coming!" she screamed, before collapsing back onto the bed and breathing in deeply. She glanced at Jeffrey, grinning.

"Now I want your big cock inside me, Sir Knight," she giggled. He climbed up the bed, kissing the half-elf as he positioned his member with her pussy. She moaned into their kiss as he pushed inwards.

Her velvet cunt felt amazing around his length and he stared into her brown eyes with bliss as he started to move his hips. Soon he was pumping away with pace, both of them groaning and moaning with the utter pleasure of their fucking.

"You feel so good, Narlissa," Jeffrey grunted, staring at the beautiful woman beneath him. Her body shook and she grinned up at him.

"Then fuck me, Jeffrey!" she said with need in her eyes.

He could not resist, and started to hammer his cock into her cunt. She felt amazing, and he could feel her muscles tensing and untensing with pleasure. Soon, however, she was hunching forwards, and he knew from the look on her face that she was going to come again. This time so was he.

"Oh fuck!" he shouted as his cum burst from the tip of his cock, spraying into Narlissa. She screamed out too, her juices seeping from around his member as she came onto his cock. Her cunt spasmed against his length as she twitched with utter ecstasy.

After a short while, she collapsed back onto the bed, where Jeffrey rolled over to be next to her.

"I hope your final payment was worth staying for, Narlissa," he grinned.

"Final payment?" she smirked. "Oh no, Sir Knight. We have morning yet."



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 07



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, woke in the early morning to find sunlight already streaming through the window. He was alone, and he sighed in disappointment that Narlissa had left already, but could not blame her since she was clearly a wanted woman in this city. To be honest, he should not have been associating with a thief at all, given that he wanted to be a full Knight of the Land, but she had helped him find the axe. Of course, his continued association with her had nothing to do with the fact that she was so unbelievably hot, and as sex-obsessed as him to boot. Nothing whatsoever to do with that.

Climbing from the bed he realised he was hungry. He groaned as he reached for his armour, deciding he would dress first then head downstairs to eat, when the door opened. He turned to find Narlissa slipping through before closing it behind her, a loaf of freshly-baked bread in her hands.

"Hello, Sir Knight," she smirked, eying his naked body. His magic cock throbbed at her glance.

"Good morning, Narlissa," he responded. "I did not think you would return."

"I left to find us breakfast," she said, offering him the bread. He took it.

"Did you pay for this?"

"Of course not," she giggled.

Jeffrey sighed. "Then I shall have to, I suppose."

"If you want," she shrugged. "Although I should be happy you are so willing to... settle debts."

He laughed at the glint in her eye, deciding that the bread could wait as she sauntered towards him. Before he knew it she was kissing him, and his hands hurriedly pulled her armour from her body.

As her large tits spilled free he grasped them, kissing and licking her nipples as the half-elf moaned at his efforts. His right hand then dropped between her legs, delicately playing with her folds as he continued to play with her breasts, before Narlissa pushed him away.

"I want you inside me now, Jeffrey. Make our last fuck another special one."

He grinned, picking her up and depositing her on the bed, where he climbed on after her. The soft bed was cool in contrast to her hot body. She reached down to grab his cock, stroking along his length and he moaned into their kiss. Pushing himself onto his elbows, he let her move him to her entrance, where he slowly pushed inwards. Narlissa moaned loudly as he slid inside her.

"Oh, Jeffrey, your cock fills me up so well," she moaned, her brown eyes sparkling.

He grunted in response, beginning to move his hips, her tight cunt welcoming him in so wonderfully. He made sure to truly appreciate how good the half-elf looked, knowing this was likely the last time he would get to be with her, and she seemed to be doing the same.

Soon he was thrusting much harder and Narlissa's whole body shook. Her tits wobbled on her chest at the pace of their sex, and he eagerly stared at her. Her red hair was messy beneath her head.

"Oh, Sir Knight, you'll make me come!" she shouted, closing her eyes. He could feel her pussy tightening on his length.

"Good!" he grunted, his own balls churning.

He cried out as he came, his seed exploding into the half-elf. The feeling of his magic cock spurting its cum into her cunt in twitching pulses seemed to push Narlissa over the edge, too, and she shrieked out her pleasure.

"I'm coming!" she screamed, her cunt spasming around his cock. She seemed to milk him dry before eventually slumping back onto the bed and drinking down air.

"That was amazing," she sighed as he pulled out. "Something I will always remember you by."

She dressed quickly, and then kissed Sir Jeffrey passionately.

"Keep yourself safe, Sir Knight. We will meet again one day." Then she slipped from the room.

Though Sir Jeffrey was sad to see her go, he could not linger on the thought for too long. He had an axe to recover, and he dressed and ate quickly before heading downstairs. Paying for the bread with the excuse that his companion thought he had purchased it last night, he then walked outside.

His breath caught.

The woman was stood there, the Axe of the Mists at her waist, with her three heavily-built companions mounted all around her. She was climing deftly onto her steed when she saw him staring. Her companions spotted him too, and immediately went for their swords.

"Stop!" the woman said to her companions with a scowl, climbing down from her horse and marching towards Sir Jeffrey.

She reached him, looking him up and down with that stern expression. She really was beautiful, her long, golden hair shining in the mid-morning light, her armour quite form-fitting and revealing a lovely body with large, well-rounded breasts. She was tall, too, probably about 5'10".

"Are you following me, Sir Knight? I hope you are not going to try and take the axe from my possession. By the law of the land it is now mine."

Sir Jeffrey sighed. She was right. The axe was hers. If he took it now he would be a bandit, and a criminal would never be anointed Knight of the Land.

"Do not look so sad, Sir Knight," she said, a sudden smile on her face. "I understand what it is to want to be a Knight of the Land. I have searched for this axe for three years."

Sir Jeffrey's eyes widened in surprise. Three years! Perhaps she really did deserve it, after all. He had been looking for a few days, at most. He replied to her politely. "Then I surrender my claim to it. I shall have to find another way to earn full status."

The woman look at him then, a considering look on her face. After a moment, she spoke again. "Sir Knight, you are an honourable man. I can see that. You were also talented enough to track down this axe. I wonder, do you know the four ways that a Knight Errant can achieve their full Knighthood?"

Sir Jeffrey nodded. He had known the four ways since he had wanted to become a knight. Every Knight Errant did. "A person can be risen to a Knight of the Land through finding an ancient artifact valuable to the kingdom, winning the Queen's joust, finding two people of title to support his claim, or fighting a battle in the Queen's name."

"Indeed, Sir Knight. I assume that, like myself, fighting does not play to your strengths. But there remains one option, does there not?" She looked at him, awaiting an answer.

"To find two people of title to support my claim to full status?" Jeffrey laughed. "I would not even know where to find one."

She grinned at him. "Then let me help you with that. When I have been made Knight of the Land by presenting this axe to the Queen, I will have title. I will vouch for you, Sir Knight."

"You... you will?" he said back, shocked. "Why?"

"Because I see that you are noble at heart. Had you decided to contest my claim to the Axe of the Mists with violence, I might not have been here to earn my rank. I will vouch for you."

Sir Jeffrey grinned. Maybe he could become a Knight of the Land yet. He extended his hand. "Then I, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, accept your offer, m'lady."

She smiled back. "I, Dame Sara Illou, Knight Errant, am pleased to hear it."

They shook hands, before she waved him towards her group. "Please, ride with us. It would be nice to have some intelligent company for once." Sir Jeffrey did not think she cared whether her companions heard her or not.

Swift was brought out to him and he quickly mounted, riding with Sara out of the inn's courtyard and towards the city walls which loomed ahead. Her three companions rode slightly behind.

They discussed many things, Dame Sara seeming impressed at the depth of Sir Jeffrey's knowledge, but also simply pleased to be able to have such a conversation. Jeffrey got the impression that she had been rather bored when accompanied by her current guards.

Eventually, they reached the city walls, the gates open as it was the middle of the day. The guards eyed them as they approached, before realising that the group contained two Knights Errant, then waved them through. Once into the city, Sara had quickly paid her three companions and dismissed them, seemingly pleased they were gone. She had turned then, continuing towards the castle, which loomed large in the centre of the city. Sir Jeffrey followed.

"We go to the castle then?" he asked after a moment.

She nodded. "Yes. This month's knighting ceremony takes place in two days time. I must be present to step forward and make my claim."

"Two days?" Sir Jeffrey gasped. "I have to find someone of title to support me in two days!"

"You do indeed, Sir Jeffrey," Sara smiled at him. "But I do not think you will struggle to do so. We go to a castle, after all. There are many people of title there."

They reached the castle not much later. Dismounting in the courtyard, they had their steeds led away, and Sara strode purposefully into the castle with Jeffrey following quickly behind. They were shown to guest quarters in the Knight's Dormitory.

His room was fairly large and spacious, with a nice bed and a large wooden table. He set down his pack before walking back out into the corridor. Sara's quarters were next door, but she had already left by the time he emerged from his room.

He spent the rest of the day wandering the castle's halls, attempting to find someone he could charm into supporting his claim, but no one was present. He did not merely want to accost random nobles - doing so would see him thrown out of the castle, which was the last thing he wanted. As evening had set in and the castle began to quieten, Jeffrey gave up. He trudged back to his room, bothered not only by his lack of progress in finding a person of title, but also by the throbbing in his magic cock that demanded he satisfy its demands. It had been morning since he had been with Narlissa, and his balls were aching that he find a way of emptying them. He sighed unhappily.

Reaching his quarters, he opened the door and stepped inside. Moments later, a knock caused him to turn. Dame Sara quickly stepped inwards with a bottle in her hand and a broad smile on her face.

"Jeffrey! There you are," she said as she shut the door. "I have good news."

"Oh?" he said with a smile. She had changed into a light green dress that was so thin he could almost see through it. He was sure it was her bedclothes, and his magic cock twitched.

She continued, unaware of the lust that suddenly burned through his veins. "Yes! I spoke to the master of ceremonies, who is certain that my presenting the axe will see me risen to full status. Which, I need not point out, means that I can also vouch for you!

"I brought some wine in to celebrate the news. I hope you have cups to drink from. And please, forgive my state of dress. You were so long in returning that I got myself ready for bed, thinking you were staying elsewhere tonight. When I heard your door I came immediately to catch you before you went to sleep."

"Do not worry yourself, Dame Sara," Jeffrey responded. "Your garments are perfect."

He meant that, too. Perfect for him, right now, anyway. He moved to the table to pick up two goblets that had been left there, but found his mind wandering, distracted by the gorgeous blonde wearing only a thin dress in his bedroom. He shook his head, returning to her and smiling as Sara poured the wine into the cups. Her breasts pushed outwards so nicely from the dress, calling to his hands...

He told himself to stop it. He would do absolutely nothing without her permission, of course; he was not a monster. But her mere presence was cruel, he felt. She had caught him at the wrong time, and his magic cock was raring to be buried inside a nice, warm cunt, a beautiful woman moaning in ecstasy at its presence. He would find her time here almost painful, her body unknowingly taunting him. If she stayed too long, he was sure he would try to proposition her. He always did when he grew too frenzied, and this time he did not think the woman of his attentions would respond particularly well.

"Sir Jeffrey, I get the feeling you're not paying much attention to my words," Sara said, and he suddenly realised she had been speaking.

"I'm sorry, Sara," he quickly stammered. "I was... thinking about other things."

She smirked. "I can see where your eyes were drawn, Jeffrey. Perhaps it was my own fault, for wearing such a thin garment. It could do nothing but taunt you."

"I apologise, Dame Knight. I hope you are not offended."

"I am not," she replied, her voice suddenly low. "In fact, I am anything but. If it would help, perhaps you would like me to take the dress off completely?"

He could only nod, and she giggled, before reaching down and grasping the side of the dress. She tugged it over her head, shaking her golden hair loose, and Jeffrey could only stare at her naked body.

"But I will not be naked alone, Jeffrey." She took the goblet from his hand and gently set it on the table. Then she kissed him.

He returned the kiss, feeling her hands tugging upwards on his jerkin, pulling it from his body. His pants came off next at the work of her nimble fingers. Soon he was naked, too, and his magic cock stood proud to attention.

"A lovely cock," she moaned, sinking to her knees. "Do you know how long I was stuck with those three oafish companions, Jeffrey? Confined to celibacy? I imagine you can understand how hard that was..."

Before he could respond she had taken him into her mouth, and Jeffrey groaned loudly at the swirl of her tongue around his tip. She gave a fantastic blowjob, he realised with delight, and he reached down to rest his hand on her silky blonde hair.

A few minutes later he could take no more, and he pulled Sara from his member. He had been so worked up that he was not sure he would last, so good at giving head was she, and he had other ideas. She grinned, kissing him briefly before dragging him to the bed, where she pulled him down onto the sheets and rolled on top of him.

He grabbed her tits as she positioned herself above him and sank down onto his cock, and he groaned loudly at the feeling of her velvet cunt. She stayed there a moment, her blues eyes flashing with pleasure, before starting to bounce her hips.

Her whole body looked amazing, and Sir Jeffrey could only stare back with lust as the beautiful Knight Errant rode him. Her breasts shook in his hands, and she moved to place her own palms on his, holding his grip to her chest.

She did not take long to be moving quickly, and she slumped forwards then, kissing him. His hands moved to wrap around her back.

"Fuck me, Jeffrey! Fuck me!"

He did as he was told, immediately thrusting into the stunning blonde. Her body responded, tightening around him, and he knew they were both going to come.

"Oh, Sir Knight! Yes!" she cried as she came, her climax rippling through her pussy. She twitched in his grasp, her blue eyes rolling back.

Jeffrey came moments later, his seed spurting into her spasming cunt, pleasure filling him as his cum filled Sara. They remained locked into each other's bliss for a short while.

Eventually it faded, and Sara climbed from the bed with a smirk. She pulled the nightdress back over her head and grinned at him.

"I will see you soon, Sir Knight," she said with a wink before slipping from the room.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 08



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, emerged from his quarters the following morning refreshed and rejuvenated. He had slept very well in the comfortable bed, his comfort aided somewhat by the beautiful blonde who had so keenly ridden his cock the night before. Now he was fresh and ready. He had to find someone of title to vouch for his claims of full Knighthood today. That was not going to be an easy task.

He set off down the corridor, keen to locate anyone who might help with that task, but first he wanted to find something to eat. His magic cock, too, already started to ache for attention, but Jeffrey was used to ignoring its dull throb until it grew too strong, and it was well under control at the moment.

He could not complain about it, though. It was through his member that he had got this far - first through his relations with Narlissa and Breanne, and more recently by helping him with Sara last night. His lack of fighting prowess had not held him back yet.

Soon he had reached the dining hall, where the servants were clearing away the remains of breakfast, the last few Knights Errant lounging against the chairs as they whiled away the day waiting for tomorrow's ceremony. Jeffrey swore under his breath - he had slept so deeply that he'd missed breakfast, which irritated him.

He stepped forwards hurriedly, attempting to catch a maid who carried away a basket of fruit, but she had disappeared out of the hall before he could reach her. He turned around to find the table totally cleared.

Sitting down at the table with a sigh, he glanced around. The men and women arranged around the table looked entirely disinterested in his presence. He suspected that as Knights Errant none would posses the title necessary to vouch for his promotion anyway.

"You look bored, Sir Knight," a voice said, and he turned to see a young lad looking at him with innocent eyes.

"I'm thinking, lad," he responded, more gruffly than he intended. "I've work to do today."

"You've missed breakfast, sir."

Sir Jeffrey laughed. "I'm aware of that. What is your name?"

"Nicholas, Sir Knight."

"Well, Nicholas, where can I go to get food once the table has been cleared?"

Nicholas considered a moment. "I shouldn't tell you this, because I might get in trouble. But I also was told I shouldn't let a guest go hungry. If you go to the chief pantry you will find food there."

"Thank you, Nicholas," Sir Jeffrey said with a bow of his head as he stood up. He needed to find someone to vouch for him, but before that he needed to fill his stomach. "You will make a find young man one day. Possibly even a knight!"

Nicholas beamed at the compliment and darted from the room. Sir Jeffrey smiled. He had been that innocent boy once. Who knows, maybe Nicholas would grow into a Knight Errant himself.

Speaking of Knights Errant, Sir Jeffrey wondered where Dame Sara was. He had not seen her this morning. He suspected she was preparing for the ceremony, or even simply guarding the Axe of the Mists. Whilst she realised that she could trust him, there were others around who might not be so honest as to leave the axe in her possession.

He remembered Nicholas' words as he left through the doors he had seen the servant take earlier as she cleared the table. He guessed that good food would not be thrown away, and so these doors must lead to wherever the pantry was.

Sir Jeffrey found himself in a long corridor, with doors dotted along at frequent intervals. Wondering which would lead to the pantry he kept walking until the smells of cooking filled his nostrils. He reached a large wooden door and slightly pushed it open. Beyond him stood the kitchen, which was full to the brim with cooks and servants. At the far end stood another door that led into a vast pantry full of food. He guessed that was where Nicholas had meant.

At the same time, he knew that Knights were not permitted in this part of the castle. That was all very well when he had not been spotted, but he could not simply stride through the kitchens and take whatever food he wanted. He would be thrown out. That was not what he wanted the day before the ceremony.

Instead, he sighed and kept walking. There must be smaller pantries about, even if they were not so well-stocked. At the end of the corridor he found another door. He pushed it open and stepped quickly through, looking around to make sure there was nobody to see him. The coast was clear. His stomach ached to be filled.

Suddenly his surroundings were even more luxurious. He did not think that had been possible, but he guessed he had found himself in the royal quarters. He darted forward, wondering if he should turn back, but he was hungry enough that he decided not to.

The sound of metal boots made him jump and he realised with horror that a troupe of guards were marching down the corridor around the corner. Any moment now they would round the bend and see him, and his chances of being made a Knight of the Land would be ruined.

He opened the nearest door. Beyond was a small dark room and he hurriedly stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He listened as the guards walked harmlessly past, then breathed out a sigh of relief and decided to see what was in the room.

His eyes opened wide as he realised it was another pantry, exactly as he had been looking for. Shelves were stacked with jars and vases full of food and drink. He reached up to bring down a wrapped bundle and smiled as he realised it was bread. Peeling back the cloth he took a bite from the soft loaf.

It was then that the door opened. A figure walked in, though it did not spot him at first as it walked in backwards with a package clutched in its arms. It closed the door with a foot and then turned around to find him stood frozen with a half-eaten loaf of bread in his hands.

The figure yelped and dropped the package, which landed with a dull thump and the sound of rolling on the dark floor.

He realised then that the figure was a very pretty young woman. Her sandy blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, and brown eyes looked back at him menacingly. She was probably about 5'5". She wore a servant's clothes, with a long white dress bound at the chest with a brown corset, and a small apron at her waist. He could not help but notice the way the dress flared at her hips, then again with the swell of her lovely large tits.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, glaring at him. "This is the princess' private pantry! I should call for the guards right now."

Sir Jeffrey raised his hands quickly, putting the bread back on the shelf. "I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I was just very hungry, and I missed breakfast, and I thought I'd find some food, and..."

"Stop!" the servant commanded. "I don't care. Look, if all you've taken is some bread then I'm not going to report you, but you can't be here."

He nodded, quickly moving to step around her and escape the pantry.

She glared at him. "You're not going anywhere yet. You need to help me pick up these apples, since it's your fault I dropped them."

Sir Jeffrey nodded, quickly dropping to his knees to scrabble about on the floor. He realised he must look ridiculous. A Knight Errant so terrified.

Clearly the servant thought so, and as he passed a handful of apples back for her to place in the basket she had grabbed from a shelf, she giggled. He looked up at her, surprised to see her actually smiling.

"I don't think there are any more apples, Sir Knight," she laughed.

He slowly stood, wiping the dust from his knees. "Good. Look, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," she smiled sweetly. Clearly the return of the apples had brightened her mood. She put the basket on the shelf.

Sir Jeffrey glanced around then again, realising that the luxuries in the room were more numerous than he had thought. He could see that it was a royal's pantry now.

"So if this is the princess' pantry, then you must be her personal maid?" he asked after a moment.

The woman nodded, curtsying to him. "I am indeed, Sir Knight. My name is Jen."

"Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant," he said, extending his hand. She took it.

"A Knight Errant? Then you must be here for the ceremony tomorrow."

Sir Jeffrey sighed. "I am indeed, but perhaps not as you think. I do not yet have what I need to earn full status. That is what I must spend today trying to do."

"Oh?"

"I am looking for two persons of title to support my claim to become a Knight of the Land. I have one, but I need another. You don't happen to have title, do you?"

The servant laughed. "No, Sir Jeffrey, I do not. And besides, even if I did, what makes you think I would vouch for you so easily?"

Sir Jeffrey could see her point. It was not going to be enough to discover someone of title here. He would have to convince them that he was worthy of their claim, too.

"I'm good at clearing apples," he said with a resigned smile.

Jen laughed sweetly. "And apparently at sneaking into pantries, too. You know what, Sir Jeffrey, I like you. You're much nicer than most of the arrogant Knights Errant that pass through this castle."

He smiled back. "Thank you, Jen. I do try. Most knights, in my experience, are sometimes lacking in charm."

"And looks," she sighed. "The number of propositions I get from drunk and hideous Knights Errant when they're staying at this castle is beyond count."

"I imagine it is not a nice experience. Especially from a Knight Errant."

Her eyes flashed. "Now, Sir Jeffrey, do not be so hard on your rank. I only have problems accepting propositions from ugly Knights Errant. I actually rather enjoy accepting propositions from handsome ones."

His magic cock throbbed at the undercurrent of her words, and he was sure a glint had entered her eyes. Perhaps he should test the waters a little more.

"These proposition that you do accept, what sort would they be, Jen?"

"Oh, the usual."

"Does passionate sex in pantries fall into that category?"

"Sometimes," she said with a smirk. "What are you suggesting, Sir Knight?"

He stepped forward then, wrapping his arms around her. Jen moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. Almost immediately she had wrapped her own arms around him and was kissing him back. His magic cock began to grow hard.

She pushed him away then with a wicked grin, reaching behind her to undo the knots to her corset. It fell to the floor, her tits almost spilling free from the tight dress.

"I have something for you, Sir Jeffrey, if you are as hungry as you say." She leaned back on the nearest shelf, hitching up her dress and parting her legs slightly to reveal her wonderful cunt. Sir Jeffrey was immediately on his knees, running his tongue over her folds.

"Oh yes," she moaned, grasping his hair. He found her clit, sliding one finger inside of her tight pussy as his tongue ran over her pleasure bud. She was rubbing her cunt back against his face.

Suddenly, she went still, a shuddering climax overcoming her. Sir Jeffrey slowed his licks to let her ride it out, before standing with a grin. She grasped his cheeks, pulling him in for a frantic kiss, before slowly twisting round.

"Mmm... just what I needed in the morning. And now, Sir Knight, I want you to fuck me." She moaned, pulling her dress up to bunch by her waist and then thrusting her ass out. Her body looked so good.

Sir Jeffrey quickly tugged down his pants and grasped his member before pushing inwards, enjoying the way she whimpered in delight as her cunt welcomed in his magic cock. Pleasure already seemed to be filling her. He started to pump quickly, enjoying the slap of his hips against her ass.

Her tits shook even in the confines of her dress and without the corset holding them in they look ready to pop free at any moment. Jeffrey decided to speed that moment up and reached round, grasping the top of the dress and tugging it down. Her breasts spilled free and he grabbed them eagerly, Jen standing more upright with a moan to let him do so. They remained that way a moment, his cock hammering into her tight cunt, her large tits filling his squeezing hands. She turned her head so that he could kiss her as they fucked, and her brown eyes were half-glazed.

His balls churned and he knew he was close, his cock twitching. Jen, too, seemed to be near. He held her hips firmly as he thrust into her gorgeous body.

"I'm going to come," he grunted.

"Oh yes, me too. Me too!"

He groaned, thrusting harder. She tensed around his length and then suddenly the moment was upon her.

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked, the sound filling the pantry. He was sure that everyone in the castle must have heard, but that was the effect that his magic cock had on a woman. She shook and spasmed, barely holding herself upright she was coming so hard, and the sight pushed him over the edge.

His seed exploded outwards, filling her cunt, mixing with her juices. Her walls milked him dry for what seemed minutes until at last he staggered backwards, his cock springing free.

Jen stood there bent over a moment gulping down air, before standing with a huge grin and pulling her dress back over her lovely tits. She quickly did the knots and pulled on the corset, before turning to Sir Jeffrey.

"That was amazing, Sir Knight. And I think I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow. She had already helped him more than she knew - his magic cock was satisfied now, at least for a while. It had dumped its seed inside a beautiful woman's cunt.

"Oh?"

"Yes," she grinned. "Go wait in the main hall. I will send a guard to take you to Princess Isabel."

"The princess?" he gasped.

Jen laughed. "Yes. I think, when I tell her of your talents, she will be very interested to meet you."

Then Jen darted from the pantry, and Jeffrey sighed happily to himself.



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 09



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, waited patiently in the main hall of the castle. Jen had told him to remain there until she sent a guard to fetch him and he had been there a little while now. He had begun to wonder whether a guard would actually come when a tall man in red livery approached him.

"Sir Jeffrey Trailson?" the man asked, looking him up and down sternly.

"Yes," Sir Jeffrey replied, standing up. He offered his hand but the man did not take it.

Instead, the man nodded. "Follow me," he said. He immediately set off and Jeffrey scurried to catch up as they walked to the far side of the hall. Down corridors lined with paintings and tapestries they walked, until they came at last to a large door with four guards.

Seeing the man with Jeffrey, they moved aside, and Jeffrey found himself back in the royal quarters. He would normally have been shocked at its splendour if he had not already snuck in there earlier that day. As the guard led Jeffrey through another corridor he passed the pantry where had had fucked Jen and his magic cock gave a little throb as he remembered that encounter.

But of course they walked straight past it, soon heading up a winding flight of stairs onto a long landing. At the end of it was a large wooden door and the guard told Jeffrey to wait there whilst he went through. A few seconds later he returned, and told Jeffrey to enter.

He did, the guard shutting the wooden door behind him and staying on the outside, and Jeffrey found himself in a large chamber with a sofa and a wooden bench. On the far wall was another door, slightly ajar, that seemed to lead to a bedroom.

Jen appeared through that door, winking at Sir Jeffrey.

"Hello, Sir Knight," she said. "Sorry it took so long to get you. The guards needed some convincing from Princess Isabel that this was not a prank."

"And I still am not convinced," said a lovely voice from the other side of the door. "Show him in, Jen. You've made me summon the man. I'd like to meet him."

Jen grinned and waved him through. He walked with his best knightly pose into the princess' chambers.

They were huge, with a massive bed in the middle on a raised plinth. Curtains surrounded it, though they were drawn back. A large glass door opened out onto a balcony that looked over lustrous gardens.

What drew Jeffrey's attention the most, however, was the beautiful woman who sat in front of the dressing table eyeing him. She wore a long velvet dress, which was low-cut to display her impressive cleavage. The dress actually seemed deliberately designed to highlight what were clearly huge breasts and he had to try very hard to not stare at them. Isabel's face was beautiful and her body seemed otherwise slender and long. She was probably about 5'7". Brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders and she stared at him with slightly narrowed green eyes.

"So you are the knight who Jen speaks so highly of. Interesting." She looked him up and down then and her face was unreadable. Jeffrey could not tell if she liked what she saw.

"I am flattered to know that she did, your highness," he said, bowing low.

Isabel laughed loudly, but not rudely. "Oh, Sir Knight, Jen did not tell you of my attitude to mannerisms, did she? I do not like being addressed so highly. You do me a disservice, Jen," she said, turning to the maid.

"Sorry, Isabel," the servant responded with a wide smile. "I was... distracted when I met Sir Jeffrey."

"I can imagine," Isabel responded with a smirk. "You may leave now, Jen. And thank you for bringing this knight to my... attention."

Jen bowed and backed out of the room, shutting the bedroom door behind her. A few seconds later Jeffrey heard the sounds of the much large door outside shutting, too.

Isabel spoke then. "So what brings you to my bedchambers, Sir Jeffrey? Or may I simply call you Jeffrey?"

"You can, of course, Princess Isabel."

"Excellent, Jeffrey. No more 'your highness', please, but Princess Isabel is fine."

She sighed then, running her fingers through her hair. Then she returned to looking at Jeffrey. "Well?"

"Sorry, Princess Isabel. I was not sure when I could speak."

She laughed again. "You can speak whenever, Jeffrey."

"Then I am here on a request that I suspect will see me cast out for being so bold as to ask you, Princess Isabel."

Her eyebrow raised at that. She was clearly intrigued. "Oh?"

"I am looking for a person of title to back my claims to be a Knight of the Land, Princess Isabel. I have one, but I need one more, and the ceremony is tomorrow. Jen said that she could get me an audience with you, and so I had hoped that you might know of a noble who would be willing to lend me their name in return for a favour."

"I know of no such person, I'm afraid, Jeffrey. Of course, I can vouch for a Knight Errant, as I have title, but that person would need to do something quite spectacular to win my aid in such a fashion."

"Is there anything I can do to convince you, Princess Isabel?"

Suddenly Jeffrey's attention was on the huge globes of her tits as they almost spilled free from her dress. His magic cock throbbed.

"Jen told me why she suggested I invite you up here," Isabel said sadly. "And if this was a few months ago, then you would have been well-received in my bed."

Jeffrey's cock throbbed again at that thought.

Princess Isabel carried on. "But ever since my older sister ran off with her three male retainers, the castle has been engulfed in scandal."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Princess Isabel."

"So am I, although I suspect for different reasons. I do not feel shame for my sister, Jeffrey. I envy her. Three strapping man, available whenever she wants them to take her... sometimes all at the same time." Isabel's eyes clouded as she drifted off to whimsy. Jeffrey thought that her nipples had begun to poke through the velvet fabric.

"But here I am," she said with a faint snarl, snapping back to reality. "Stuck here in this castle. Yes, a few months back I would have had you in a heartbeat, Sir Knight, but no longer. You see, I have a spell on me now. As soon as a man's fertile organ enters me, my mother the Queen will know. I am to produce no heirs out of wedlock. To even risk that would be to be thrown out of the castle."

She glared at Sir Jeffrey then, as if it were his fault that she was suddenly horny. Then again, it probably was. But Sir Jeffrey was not stupid. An idea came to him.

"Did you say a man's fertile organ, Princess Isabel?"

She stared at him. "Yes, Sir Knight. Please do not taunt me with such wonderful images. I am sorry that I cannot help you, but unless you have something to add to this conversation I must take care of myself and relieve this building frustration."

"Well, only to say, that, um..."

"Out with it, Sir Knight," she growled.

"I am sterile, Princess Isabel. I was made sterile by a witch's spell many moons ago. I am not fertile. I cannot father children."

Her eyes opened wide at that, and she paused. She stared at him a long moment as if not quite believing his words.

"Sterile?" she said at last.

Sir Jeffrey merely nodded.

"Then, Sir Knight, as your princess and heir to the throne of your land, I command you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Sir Knight. Make me come like you made Jen come. Make me come so hard I can barely think."

"I can do that, Princess Isabel," Jeffrey grinned.

She seemed to throw herself at him, pouncing on him like a predator does its prey. Suddenly she was in his arms, pressing herself against him, her tongue in his mouth. His heart skipped a beat as he realised that although he had fucked many beautiful women in his life, none of them had been royalty. This was a princess. A princess horny for his magic cock.

His hands found her dress and he tugged it loose, and Isabel stepped backwards to let the garment fall to the floor. Her huge tits were now free and Jeffrey was delighted to note that the low cut of the dress did not mislead. They were wonderful mounds and his hands were on them instantly.

Isabel moaned into his touch, then began to undress him. As he fondled her tits and lovely body she stripped off his clothes until he was naked too, then suddenly pushed him roughly onto the bed.

He climbed upwards and she straddled him, moving up until her pussy was inches from his face.

"I always need to warm up," she grinned, sitting on his face. He eagerly began to eat her cunt, enjoying the taste of her juices and the wetness against his mouth.

"Oh yes..." she moaned, reaching out to grab the headboard. He could see her fantastic body curled above him.

A few minutes later she screamed out an orgasm, her green eyes rolling back. His magic cock was hard as a rock at the sight, and he groaned into her pussy as the princess climaxed against his tongue.

Immediately afterwards she crawled back down his body, her breathing heavy as she grabbed his cock and lifted her hips. She stared at him.

"You realise, Sir Knight, that if you are wrong, if the spell is activated, you will probably be thrown into the dungeons? You understand that?"

But Sir Jeffrey's cock did not appreciate risk. It merely appreciated the feeling of being buried in a tight, warm cunt, and so Sir Jeffrey nodded to his princess.

"Good," she said, before sitting on his length. She sank down on his cock. "Oh God that's nice..."

She waited there a few moments, slightly moving her hips, and then a smile crept across her face. "Nothing has happened," she said. "You are as you said, Sir Knight."

She leaned forwards, her huge tits rubbing against his chest, and Sir Jeffrey couldn't help but grab them. She began to bounce up and down on his member, clearly delighted that she could finally take a cock again after so long without, and they both were groaning and moaning loudly.

Soon she stopped moving, staring down at Jeffrey with lust in her green eyes. "I want you to fuck me now, Sir Knight. Make me come!"

He did as he was told, letting go of her huge breasts and grabbing her hips. He started to thrust wildly into the beautiful princess. Her tits shook frantically on her chest at their fucking and her eyes started to roll back.

"Oh yes! Just like that!" she screamed, her brown hair a mess.

"I'm going to come!" Jeffrey said, gritting his teeth. His balls were churning.

"Come inside your princess, Sir Knight! It has been too long since a man's warm seed filled me up... yes... yes... come inside me... yes!"

He cried out as he thrust upwards, his jizz spurting into the brunette. At the same time her cunt grabbed his cock, spasming along its length, and her eyes went wide as she screamed out an orgasm that seemed so strong she looked as if she were going to burst from rapture.

After what seemed like forever, she slumped down on top of him, gulping down air, before rolling from him.

"Sir Knight, you lived up to my demands."

He sat upright, grinning at her. "I aim to please my rulers, Princess Isabel."

She giggled at that, still in the breathless afterglow of her climax. "Good. That will serve you well as a Knight of the Land. I will vouch for you, Jeffrey."

Jeffrey felt like punching the air. He was going to do it!



Sir Jeffrey and the Axe Ch. 10



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, awoke with a low moan to find a beautiful woman sucking his cock. Jen smiled up from his groin, his magic cock in her mouth, her large tits barely contained by the dress and leather corset that she wore.

"What a nice way to wake up," he groaned, reaching down to run his hands through her blonde hair. He didn't care how she'd got into his room.

"I thought it might be," Jen said back, pulling her head from his member. "Princess Isabel sent me to wake you because the ceremony is starting soon."

Jeffrey sat more upright. "The ceremony? How soon?"

"In about twenty minutes," Jen grinned as she pumped her hand on his shaft. "I thought I'd wake you up the fun way though."

Sir Jeffrey grunted as she took him into her mouth once more, delivering an expert blowjob. He really wanted to get dressed as he didn't want to miss the ceremony but he also really wanted to let Jen continue sucking his cock.

She bobbed her head on his member, running her fist along his length as she did so. Her tongue swirled around his tip as she sucked down and he knew he was on his way. The cum churned in his balls.

"Jen, I'm going to come if you carry on like that..." he said, holding the top of her head.

She moaned onto his shaft, moving her head quicker and he took that as permission. With a shuddering twitch he cried out and his jizz shot into the blonde's mouth. She gulped it down happily as he lay there overcome by his orgasm.

Eventually he pushed himself from the bed and Jen giggled.

"I hope that was a nice way to wake up, Sir Knight."

He laughed, quickly pulling on his clothes. "It certainly was, Jen. Thank you."

She smiled back, before handing him his armour and helping him dress. Soon, he was ready for the ceremony, and she quickly led him to the main hall.

"They are starting, Sir Knight," she smiled. "Good luck." With that, she quickly disappeared down the corridor.

Sir Jeffrey moved swiftly into the ceremonial hall to see it filled with nobles and peasants, with the Knights Errant grouped at the front. He hurried to join them. He could see Sara, but she was at the front of the group and so he could not easily push his way to her. Instead, he waited at the back.

Suddenly, trumpets blared, and he knelt with the other knights as the Queen and her guard entered the room, Princess Isabel walking behind. The Queen was an older woman, in her late-fifties most likely, with greying hair. She was certainly carrying some weight but Sir Jeffrey supposed that if he were monarch he'd get fat too since he could do what he liked. Nevertheless, he knew she had a reputation in the land as being the best and most fair ruler for hundreds of years.

As she stood at the head of the room a man in long red livery stepped forwards with a scroll. He announced that this was the knighting ceremony and that any Knights Errant who felt they were worthy of being elevated to Knights of the Land should step forward.

He watched as Sara stepped forward, his heart racing. The man turned to her. It seemed that a hush went round the crowd. Clearly they knew why Sara was here.

"You feel you are ready to earn full status, Dame?" he said, not unpleasantly. Just plainly.

Sara nodded. "I do. My name is Dame Sara Illou, and I claim for full status under the right that I have uncovered an ancient artifact of value to the land."

"Is that the artifact?" the man said, nodding to the axe at Sara's waist.

She unhooked it and held it above her head. "Yes. The Axe of the Mists is in my possession and I donate it to the Queen."

The crowd roared and Sara beamed, before the Queen raised her hand and silence immediately descended. She turned to Sara.

"You found that axe, Dame Knight?"

Sara nodded.

"Then I proclaim you, Dame Sara Illou, a full Knight of the Land." The Queen pressed two fingers against Sara's forehead, then stepped backwards. The crowd cheered again. Sara looked like she was going to burst with pride and Jeffrey was delighted for her. That could have been him presenting the axe, but he realised now that Sara deserved it more.

After a moment, the Queen raised her hand again for silence to descend. "And Dame Sara, I accept your offer of the Axe of the Mists, and as your gift of knighthood, together with the land and title that I bestow upon you, I also return the weapon to your possession. May it serve you, and the kingdom, well."

Sara bowed low then stepped from the platform, moving to stand at the side. Another knight stepped forward and made a claim.

Sir Jeffrey watched on as the other five knights all successfully made claims to title, though none were as grand as Sara's. Yet they succeeded, to moderate cheers. The only roar that claim close to Sara's was for the knight who had won the Queen's Joust. Clearly he was popular.

At last only Jeffrey was left and he suddenly realised he was very nervous. The man turned to him, scroll in hand, and scowled.

"I do not have your name here, Sir Knight. Are you a late claimant?"

Sir Jeffrey smiled shakily. "I am, your honour. My name is Sir Jeffrey Trailson. I hope that is acceptable?"

The man pursed his lips then nodded curtly. "Very well. Under what right do you make your claim?"

"I claim for full status with the support of two people of title to vouch for me."

"I will require their names, Sir Knight, and they will need to speak on your behalf."

A faint murmur ran through the crowd. This was the least used of all the methods of achieving full status, Sir Jeffrey knew.

"Firstly, I name Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land and wielder of the Axe of the Mists."

The murmur grew louder, until the Queen raised her hand again.

"Dame Sara Illou," she began. "Do you vouch for this man's claim to title, and for what reason?"

Sara stepped forwards. "Your highness, I do vouch for Sir Jeffrey Trailson. It was with his help that I located the Axe of the Mists, and though the weapon is mine, his honour and bravery were apparent to me from the start." She smiled at Jeffrey and he grinned in response.

The Queen nodded. "I accept your claim."

"The Queen accepts your claim," the man repeated. "Please, Sir Knight, name your second person of title."

Isabel smirked on the platform.

"I name Princess Isabel, sir," Jeffrey said clearly.

Chaos erupted in the room, with cheers and shouts and curses filling the air. The man looked stunned, as did the knights, including Sara. Even the Queen looked taken aback. The only person who seemed unsurprised was Princess Isabel, who merely grinned at Jeffrey.

Suddenly, the Queen raised her hand, and the shouting almost immediately halted. She stared at Sir Jeffrey and he could not tell if she were angry or merely intrigued.

"You claim Princess Isabel as someone to vouch for you, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant?" she said slowly. "That is a bold claim to make."

"I do, your highness," he replied.

She turned to Isabel then. "Do you accept this man's use of your name, Isabel? Do you support his claim?"

"I do, mother," she smiled in return. A very brief murmur ran through the crowd.

"Elaborate please, Princess Isabel. Why does he deserve title?"

Isabel smirked. "He came to my aid, your highness. I was at my most desperate, and Sir Jeffrey's... vigour and talents preserved me. Never before have I encountered a man so skilled with his potent weapon."

The Queen nodded, clearly not reading the undertones of Isabel's speech, before turning back to Jeffrey.

"Then I accept your claim, Sir Knight," she said. "I therefore proclaim you, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, a full Knight of the Land."

She pressed two fingers against his forehead, and the crowd roared. Almost as loudly as they had roared for Sara, he realised with immense pride, then he stepped backwards.

The Queen raised her hand and silence fell. "I wish all of our Knights of the Land the best in defending this realm and preserving the peace. May the Gods watch over you all." With that, she strode from the room, and the ceremony was over.

Sara rushed over to Jeffrey, grasping his shoulder and hugging him. She was grinning broadly.

"We did it, Jeffrey! We are Knights of the Land!"

He beamed in response. "We are indeed, Dame Sara Illou."

She laughed, then glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to hear them. There was no one.

"Why don't we go and celebrate our new status, Sir Jeffrey? Our quarters are nearby, and ceremonies make me horny."

Jeffrey grinned. "I agree, Dame Sara. That sounds like an excellent idea."

Sara's blue eyes flashed, but just as they were about to leave a man strode up to them.

"Sir Jeffrey?" he asked and Jeffrey realised he was a royal guard. "Princess Isabel requests your presence."

Jeffrey turned, and saw Isabel smiling at him from a few feet away. Her brown hair fell down to her shoulders and Sir Jeffrey's eyes couldn't help but run over her huge tits in the expensive and very tight dress she wore. She moved towards them and the guard stepped away.

"Sir Jeffrey, well done," she said happily. "And Dame Sara Illou, congratulations, too. You have been the talk of the castle in recent days."

Sara smiled in response. "Thank you, your highness."

Isabel turned to Jeffrey then, with a glint in her green eyes. The same glint that Sara's had shown a few seconds ago, he realised.

"Perhaps you would like to... aid me again, Sir Knight? I feel that a Knight of the Land would be well-placed to provide his princess with the vigour and stamina she so requires."

He glanced over at Sara, who had clearly realised this was a proposition. She smiled at him, somewhat sadly. "You cannot disappoint your princess, Sir Jeffrey. Accept her offer. Mine will stand another time."

"You already have an offer, Sir Knight?" Isabel said, glancing between them. "Yes, I can understand that you might. I will not be a noble who simply takes what she wants, especially from Knights of the Land. Please, Dame Sara Illou, would you join us? It seems the most fair way to resolve this predicament."

Sara looked shocked a moment, before a smirk crossed her face. "I accept your kind offer, Princess Isabel."

Sir Jeffrey looked on, stunned, before Isabel turned to him with a wicked grin and tugged his arm. "Come, Knights of the Land."

She led them with her retainers to the rear corridor, where Jeffrey was shown through the now-familiar corridors to her quarters. Soon they were stood by the door to her bedroom, the larger outer door firmly shut. They had privacy.

Suddenly Isabel was kissing him, wrapping her arms around his back. Her tongue drove into his mouth and her huge tits pressed against his chest. He heard Sara sigh with lust at the sight.

Isabel opened her bedroom door and grabbed a hand from both him and Sara, pulling them in. She shut it behind her, before kissing Jeffrey again. He felt Sara move behind him.

After a moment, Isabel pulled away and grinned at Sara, who took that as an invitation to replace her. Seconds later the blonde was crushing herself against him instead. He did not have to bend down as much to kiss Sara as she was a little taller than Princess Isabel.

The knight's fingers found his armour and together the two women soon had him naked. He in turn began to strip Sara, and to his surprise Isabel joined in, looking at the knight with hunger. Sara seemed worked up, too.

He moaned as her large tits spilled free from her clothes as he pulled the garments off, and he grabbed the lovely globes immediately. Her pants came down next and soon she was naked too. Then he turned to Isabel, who stood watching with flushed cheeks. Stepping close, he kissed her again and undid the knots to her dress. It fell to the floor.

All three were now naked and Isabel guided him to the bed, where she pushed him roughly onto the sheets. He moved up happily as the two beautiful women crawled onto the bed on either side, their tits hanging down wonderfully. Suddenly, Isabel reached out and grabbed his magic cock, leaning forward to suck it into her mouth. Sara kissed him on the lips as his princess sucked his cock. He moaned loudly.

Then Isabel pulled away, motioning for Sara to take over, and the blonde knight happily did. He found the situations reversed as Sara sucked his cock and Isabel eagerly kissed him. His magic cock enjoyed the attentions of two beautiful women. It drove him to such heights of lust that he realised he needed to fuck them now.

He pulled Sara's head from his cock, staring at the two women with hunger. He did not know who to fuck first. It seemed that Isabel, however, did.

"You shall fuck me first, Sir Jeffrey," she growled. "I need your cock desperately, but Dame Sara deserves your seed."

"I thought you always needed to warm up first?" he teased.

Princess Isabel laughed. "Sucking your cock has warmed me up enough, Sir Knight."

He grinned and she winked before kissing him passionately. She threw a leg over him, straddling his waist, and Sir Jeffrey groaned as for the second time in two days the gorgeous princess settled on his magic cock. Her cunt felt amazing around his length and she immediately began to bounce. He reached out to fondle her giant tits and she moaned in response. Sara watched on with incredible lust, and Jeffrey was shocked to see her so worked up that she moved forward and began to kiss Isabel.

His princess did not resist. In fact, she kissed back, running her fingers through Sara's blonde hair. Isabel was moaning loudly now, her pussy tightening on his length, and he knew she wasn't far away.

He continued to squeeze her huge tits even as she bounced wildly on his cock. Her brown hair was messy over her naked body and her green eyes were shut tightly. The princess held Sara close to her and Sir Jeffrey could feel from the tension in her body that she was just about to come.

"Oh, Jeffrey, yes! Yes!" Isabel screamed as she came hard a few seconds later, her cunt gripping his magic cock tightly. She climaxed on his member for what seemed an eternity, her eyes rolling back and her chest heaving.

Eventually she slumped down, pulling herself from his cock with a satisfied sigh, before sitting upright and grasping Sara's hands. She pulled the blonde towards her for a kiss whilst at the same time pushing her to all fours. Clearly she wanted Sir Jeffrey to take the knight from behind.

Sara did not complain at that, instead waggling her hips, and soon Jeffrey was behind her. Eagerly, he grabbed his cock and pushed inwards, enjoying the blonde's loud moan. Even Isabel moaned at the sight.

He started slowly but soon built up pace. It did not take long for his magic cock to be hammering into Sara's willing pussy, her entire body shaking with their sex. Her large breasts may have been smaller than Isabel's but they suited her perfectly and were still delightfully big, and he eagerly grabbed the swinging mounds.

He fucked her that way, loving every second. The gorgeous knight moaned and screamed, her blue eyes wide. Isabel was staring at them with delight, playing with her clit as she rubbed herself to the sight of them. He could feel Sara's cunt beginning to spasm around his length.

"Oh yes, Jeffrey, you're going to make me come!" Sara screamed.

"Make her come, Sir Jeffrey. Do it!" Isabel commanded, playing with herself as she watched. Suddenly her eyes rolled back and Jeffrey knew she had got herself off at the sight of them.

He squeezed Sara's big tits then just as his balls twitched, and he knew the moment was upon him. He cried out as he came into the beautiful blonde, rope after rope of his sticky hot cum spurting into her.

"Fuck me!" Sara shrieked at the same time, her release exploding in her depths. Her cunt clamped down on his cock and her juices mixed with his seed as it spurted into her pussy, her eyes rolling back as she came. She spasmed as she climaxed, all three lovers lost to the bliss of a shared orgasm.

Soon she was done and so was Sir Jeffrey. Isabel's self-obtained orgasm had faded too and she giggled at the two knights. He withdrew with a sigh, smiling at the two beautiful naked women who wore broad satisfied grins. A knight and a princess, and he had just fucked them both.

He let the glory of his achievement wash over him.

He had done it. 

Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land.

THE END