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Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 01

By: Thor99



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, was relaxing in his living room when his servant knocked on the door. Jeffrey looked over to the man and smiled.

"Yes, David?"

The man bowed. "There is a messenger for you, Sir Jeffrey. She claims she is from the royal palace."

"The Royal Palace?" Jeffrey asked, standing up quickly. "Show her in, David."

The man bowed again and left the room. Jeffrey was not sure he would ever be entirely used to having servants. He had spent his life making his own way and still found it strange to have so many people working for him. Yet a Knight of the Land with no serving staff would be looked on as mad so he had to keep them.

He was too busy worrying about whether he treated his staff well enough that he did not notice the messenger enter the room until they spoke.

"Good morning, Sir Jeffrey," the figure said and Jeffrey realised it was a woman's voice.

"Good morning," he replied, motioning for her to sit down. "What does the Royal Palace require of me?"

The woman took a seat and Jeffrey looked her over. She was very pretty, with dark blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and deep brown eyes. The red blazer she wore to mark her out as a messenger of the Royal Family was stretched quite tightly across a very ample chest and he could see from the rest of her uniform which consisted of a relatively short black skirt and black thigh-high boots that she was slender. He guessed she stood at roughly 5'7" and was probably in her early-twenties. All in all she was a very attractive woman.

His balls throbbed at that thought and he growled to himself. He loved his magic cock but sometimes it seemed to demand satisfaction at the most inappropriate times. He had more pressing concerns at this moment and so took a seat opposite the messenger and leaned forwards.

She smiled at him, running one hand through her dark blonde hair before speaking. "I have a message from the Royal Court, Sir Knight. A Duchess in the western reaches of the queendom calls for aid."

"What is the problem?" Jeffrey asked worriedly. Nobles were capable of getting themselves into great trouble if they wanted to.

"I do not know, I'm afraid. She would not say."

Jeffrey pursed his lips quizzically. "So she has asked for aid, but not said what for?"

"Indeed, Sir Knight," the messenger smiled. "It sounds strange, I agree, but I am only a messenger. I can only pass on the information given to me."

"A noble asking for help, but being secretive about why. That is very worrying!"

The messenger nodded. "The Queen agrees, Sir Knight. That is why she has chosen you for this task. Princess Isabel still talks of your incredible talents and the Queen is impressed that a Knight of the Land was able to make such an impression on her daughter. She is hopeful that you might do the same for Lady Brenwick."

Jeffrey considered a moment. "Tell me all you know about Lady Brenwick. Also, forgive my rudeness, I must know your name."

She smiled broadly at him. "I am Gemma," she said with a seated bow. "I am honoured to meet you, Sir Jeffrey Trailson."

"Call me Jeffrey, please," he said back. "I am not one for formal stuffiness."

A glint seemed to enter Gemma's eye as she responded. "Indeed, Princess Isabel informed me of such."

"Oh?" he asked, his magic cock throbbing again. So Isabel had personally spoken to this messenger about him.

"Yes, Jeffrey. But perhaps we can move onto... pleasantries after our discussion of your task?"

Jeffrey nodded. "Of course."

He listened as Gemma told him what she knew of Lady Brenwick. The Duchess seemed to be quite a reasonable woman, with a good head for ruling despite the fact that she was merely in her early-thirties. Gemma did not know what could cause her to suddenly call for aid.

Of course, Jeffrey struggled to take in a lot of what Gemma was saying. When the messenger was talking about standing armies and draftsmen, bowyer capacity and cannon stocks he rather zoned out and instead just stared at the stunning woman talking so animatedly in front of him. War bored him and he did not understand it. Tits and sex did not bore him and he understood those very well indeed.

Suddenly he realised that Gemma was not talking anymore and was instead staring at him with her mouth slightly curved at the corners.

"Would you like me to repeat anything, Jeffrey?" she said.

He shook his head. "I understood enough, Gemma. I appreciate the magnitude of my task and I am very grateful that the Queen has chosen me to be her man in this."

"Good," Gemma smiled broadly. "The Queen will be delighted to hear it."

A brief moment of silence passed between them during which Jeffrey became aware of the dull ache in his balls once more. They yearned to be emptied. He would have to hurry Gemma out - her presence was turning him on even more and he needed to find someone to help him achieve release soon.

Jeffrey stood up. "Thank you for finding me, Gemma. I suspect you have a long journey back to the Royal Palace, so I will not keep you. You must have been travelling all morning."

"Indeed I was, Jeffrey," she said as she stood too. "I was delayed by my conversation with Princess Isabel before I was able to ride from the castle."

Gemma stepped closer and Jeffrey stretched out his arm to shake her hand.

"She insisted that before I leave, I was to offer you this... gift," she said in a suddenly sultry voice. "She said you had earned it and that I might enjoy it too."

Jeffrey watched wide-eyed as Gemma ignored his outstretched hand and instead sank to her knees. Her hands moved to his buckle and undid it and he could only sigh in pleasure as she pulled loose his pants. His cock sprang free hard and ready within seconds and he groaned loudly as Gemma reached out to grab it.

"Princess Isabel told me that she very much enjoyed herself with this... potent weapon. She suggested I ask you to use it on me but before you do that she insisted that I... well, perhaps I shall show you what she insisted, Sir Knight."

Gemma stared up at him with a wicked glint in her eye as she leaned forwards, her lips parting to take his cock into her mouth. He cried out at the feeling as the beautiful blonde began to suck him. Her tongue slid up and down the sides of his shaft and he could not help but reach out to place a hand on her head.

She sucked his cock for a good few minutes, alternating bobbing her head with licking and kissing her way down the sides of his member and swirling her tongue around his tip. She was very good at it.

Soon Jeffrey could take no more. If Gemma kept up such an expert blowjob he would cum in her mouth and his cock instead yearned to be buried inside a nice tight cunt. He reached down, guiding Gemma to her feet and the messenger moved willingly. She pressed herself against him and kissed him passionately, wrapping her arms around his back. He held her close to him too as he returned the kiss.

Suddenly she stepped away and grinned at him, undoing the golden clasps on her red blazer. She slid it from her shoulders revealing a white collared undershirt and as Jeffrey watched she unbuttoned that and tossed it aside too. Her torso was naked now and Jeffrey stared in wonder at the sight of her beautiful big tits. Before he could stop himself he had stepped forwards and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

She moaned and reached down to tug on his cock as he played with her breasts and before long Jeffrey stood back up. He placed his hand on her shoulder and turned Gemma around. She grinned wickedly before bending over and placing her arms on the back of the sofa, causing her ass to stick out towards him. Jeffrey pushed up her short skirt, revealing her pussy, and he lined up his cock.

"Oh fuck, Gemma," Jeffrey moaned as his member sank into her wonderful cunt. She felt so good that he was soon moving quite quickly and Gemma seemed to appreciate that.

She hunched forwards, her big tits dangling beneath her as Jeffrey fucked her from behind. He held her skirt up with one hand and grabbed her bare ass with the other one, kneading the wonderful flesh. He could feel his magic cock throbbing as his release got closer and closer.

Gemma was enjoying herself too. She did not seem to care that this house was full of servants and she was crying out loudly but then again she might not have been able to stop herself. Jeffrey knew the effect that his magic cock had on his partners. Still his staff were well used to such noises of passion and they never disturbed him or mentioned them.

The blonde messenger was shaking slightly now as Jeffrey hammered his hips into her. Her tits swung wildly on her chest and he stared at her with delight. She looked gorgeous bent over the sofa and he thanked Princess Isabel for sending such a beautiful woman who would love receiving his cock as much as he would love giving it to her.

Suddenly he felt Gemma's cunt narrow and he knew that she was right on the verge of her orgasm. He was almost there too and he thumped his hips even harder against the blonde. His magic cock twitched and the moment arrived.

Gemma shrieked out her orgasm as she came around his cock, her cunt spasming along the length of his member as his cum spurted deep inside her. She shook as pleasure nearly overwhelmed her and he knew she was coming harder than she had ever come before in her life. His partners always did. Not that he was thinking about it too much as intense pleasure pulsed through him too as his jizz pumped eagerly into Gemma's pussy.

For a while they both rode out their orgasms before eventually the moment came to an end. Jeffrey stepped back with a contented sigh, his magic cock sated for a few hours at least, and began to buckle his belt. Gemma quivered a moment still bent over before shakily pushing herself upright. She grinned at him as she reached for her shirt.

"Princess Isabel was right about you, Sir Knight," she said at last, still breathlessly. "I am glad I took her advice."

He laughed, slight regret in his eyes as she buttoned her shirt past her beautiful tits. "I am glad too. And her gift so expertly delivered."

Gemma giggled. "Thank you. I shall inform her that your weapon is no less... potent. She will be pleased to hear it."

"Will you stay for dinner? I must leave now, but I'm sure something can be prepared for you."

"A welcome offer but I should return to the Royal Palace, Jeffrey," she replied as she pulled on her blazer. "My task is complete, my gift delivered, and I have been well and truly, well, fucked. A good day." She grinned again.

"A good day indeed," he agreed with a broad smile.

He walked Gemma to her horse before setting about saddling Swift. The two of them rode to the main road together before parting ways. Watching her go a moment he turned Swift and headed west.

He had a Duchess to visit.

Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 02



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, rode Swift into the small town. He had been riding non-stop since the morning and it was now late evening and dark. He would not reach Lady Brenwick's estate today and there was no use riding at night.

He was tired, and so he glanced around until his eyes settled upon what was clearly the local tavern. Riding over to it, he handed Swift's reins and a silver coin to the stablegirl and stepped inside. The smell of food caught his nose and he smiled. Then he strode towards the barkeep and waited until the man turned to face him.

"I am looking for somewhere to stay the night," Jeffrey said. "I was hoping you might have a room for rent."

"Indeed I do!" the man laughed. He fished out a key from behind the counter and placed it in front of Jeffrey. "That's three gold coins please."

Jeffrey's eyebrows rose. Three gold coins! That was very expensive. But he had nowhere else to stay and so he did not complain. It was his own fault for waiting so long that he had no other choice. "Very well," he said, handing the man his payment. Then he took the key and placed it in his pocket, before being shown to his room upstairs.

There, he quickly changed out of his armour, before realising that he was hungry. His stomach was growling and he knew that if he did not eat something before he went to bed then he would get no sleep at all. As it was his magic cock was demanding attention and he would have trouble enough ignoring that when trying to get to sleep.

With that thought in mind Jeffrey made his way back downstairs and took a seat at a table. He glanced around to find someone to order food from but could see no one. Growing hungrier by the minute, Jeffrey frowned.

"Why are you wearing such a frown, mister?" said a pleasant voice to Jeffrey's right. He turned to the source of the noise.

A young woman stood there smiling at him, a tray of empty cups in one hand and an apron around her waist. She was clearly a serving girl here, yet her outfit was quite elaborate. Her brown dress fell to the floor but was accentuated with white frills, and the lace that held together the corset stretched over a fair amount of revealed cleavage. With the prices that the innkeeper charged for a room, though, he could quite easily afford nice clothes for his staff.

Jeffrey could not help but look the woman up and down. She had straight red hair, cropped quite short so that no strand seemed longer than two or three inches and blue eyes which were lit up with the warmth of her broad smile. Jeffrey placed her at about 5'3" and probably in her early-twenties. Her dress swelled with her large tits and her body seemed very slender beneath the expensive tavern clothes. She was gorgeous and his magic cock predictably flared into life at the sight of her.

Realising that he had not answered her question, Jeffrey smiled. "I am not truly frowning, my lady. I was merely trying to spy someone who might be able to bring me a meal."

The woman giggled. "I am not a lady, sir, yet I am flattered that you would call me such. My name is Anisa. But I can bring you a plate if you wish. We have rabbit stew tonight."

Jeffrey's stomach growled at the mere thought of the food and he nodded furiously. "Yes, yes. That sounds excellent."

Anisa smiled at him and hurriedly left. He watched her go with eager eyes, awaiting her return impatiently. After all, she was bringing his food.

Soon enough she had returned and Jeffrey grinned as she set the bowl in front of him with a spoon. He had never been so pleased to see food and hungrily began to devour the meal. Anisa disappeared back into the kitchens.

Jeffrey was so preoccupied with eating that he did not notice the tavern emptying until it was just himself and the barkeep left. The man was busy cleaning the counter and after a few more sweeps of the cloth he turned to Jeffrey and bowed his head.

"Goodnight, Sir Knight," he said. "I am retiring to my room upstairs. If you need anything, Anisa will see to it."

The man smiled and left, leaving Jeffrey alone in the common room. He continued eating his meal in silence until the door to the kitchens opened and Anisa walked through. She smiled broadly at him and began to wipe down the tables.

"Are you often given the late shift?" Jeffrey asked, breaking the quiet.

She nodded. "I am, Sir Knight. But I do not mind - Master Lucan pays well for the task. And besides, I can often meet some very interesting people late at night." She winked at him before turning to clean the table behind her. Jeffrey watched her ass a moment then took another mouthful of food. Sadly, it was the last mouthful before the bowl was empty.

Scraping his spoon around the base of the bowl to gather the last remnants of the stew, he realised that Anisa had come to stand by his side. "If you are still so hungry, Sir Knight, I can fetch you another bowl?"

He grinned at her. "No, thank you, Anisa. I am merely being greedy. And please, call me Jeffrey."

"Jeffrey, it is a pleasure to meet you," she said with a mock-curtsey. Then she leant forwards to grab his bowl and he realised that the movement gave him an excellent view down the cleavage of her top. He could not resist but look.

"Now, is there anything more I can do to help you?" she said, and he realised that she was staring straight at him.

He blinked up in surprise that she had noticed his gawping and hurriedly shook his head. "No thank you, Anisa. I am fine for the moment."

She looked almost disappointed by that as she picked up the bowl and stepped away, taking the tray out into the kitchen again. Jeffrey wondered why and his magic cock twitched as he thought that perhaps she had actually wanted him to stare at her cleavage.

He grinned at the idea. Whatever Anisa had been hoping for he knew that he needed release soon and so he stood and resolved to head upstairs. Then the kitchen door opened again.

"Leaving me alone?" Anisa said from the doorway, a smirk on her face.

Jeffrey bowed his head. "I was heading up to my room, Anisa. It is time that I retired for the night. And you?"

"I have completed my tasks for the evening. The inn is ready for tomorrow morning. I was hoping, however, that I might put off going to bed for a little while longer."

Jeffrey saw the glint in her blue eyes and horniness flooded through his veins. "Well, you are welcome to join me upstairs, Anisa. Whilst we may still end up in bed, I guarantee we won't be there to sleep."

The serving girl laughed and stepped towards him. Soon she was standing right in front of him and before Jeffrey could speak she had moved to tiptoes and kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth passionately and for a few moments they remained that way.

Eventually she broke the kiss and dropped back down onto the soles of her feet. She grinned up at him breathlessly. "I accept your invitation."

He nodded in stunned silence, withdrawing his key from his pocket and making his way to the staircase. Soon he was unlocking the door to his room.

Moments after they had stepped inside he was kissing Anisa again. She was shorter than he was by some distance, so he had to lean down, but he did not mind. He wrapped both his arms around her back as she returned the kiss and placed her hands on his biceps.

Then one of his hands crept up the front of her dress to grasp one of her big tits through her clothes and she moaned into the kiss. He brought both hands to bear on the knots to the corset, loosening it and the dress itself before stepping back to watch her slip out of the outfit.

He groaned as she pulled the garment from her body to reveal her glorious naked form. She looked amazing and Jeffrey pulled her against him to kiss her once more. His hands made sure to cup and squeeze her breasts as they pressed their bodies together.

Suddenly Anisa pushed him away and smirked. She sank to her knees and Jeffrey groaned as she pulled his member from his pants. He was rock hard.

"I see you've been waiting for this," she whispered before taking him into her mouth. He reached out, running his fingers through her short red hair as she started to suck hungrily on his length. Her mouth felt amazing around his member, her lips and tongue doing wonderful things. He could only watch on in pure lust as the beautiful naked serving girl sucked his cock.

Yet he was not satisfied. He knew that what his member truly desired was to be buried inside her cunt and with that thought in mind he guided Anisa back to her feet. As she moved to stand she grabbed his shirt, making sure to tug it upwards until Jeffrey pulled it off. Now he was as naked as she was.

"You said something about ending up in bed," she said quietly.

Jeffrey grinned. "I did, Anisa. Would you like to join me?"

He took her hand then, guiding her to his bed in the corner of the room and lowering himself upon it. She climbed on after him, pushing him flat and quickly straddling his waist. She kissed him deeply before sitting upright and raising her hips.

Jeffrey groaned as she took hold of his cock and lined it up with her entrance. He groaned louder as she lowered herself onto his rigid member. Her cunt swallowed him up, her hot walls tight around his length.

Then she started to bounce and Jeffrey watched on with lust as Anisa rode his cock. She looked amazing in the lamplight. Her blue eyes were glazed with lust and the noise of their sex was soon loud. Yet he did not care how late it was - what was important to Jeffrey was the beautiful woman bouncing so eagerly on his member.

From her moans he knew that Anisa was enjoying herself too. Her pussy squeezed his cock and her blue eyes glinted. She was moving vigorously on top of him, her tits shaking, and Jeffrey could not help but reach up to grasp them as she rode him. He enjoyed the feel of her breasts filling his hands and he thumbed her nipples.

His member twitched and he knew he was not far away. "I'm going to come," he groaned, staring at Anisa.

She gazed back with animalistic desire. "Me too, Jeffrey. I want us to come at the same time!"

He knew that his magic cock made that eventuality very likely, and he could feel her cunt narrowing on his member. Seconds later, Anisa threw her head back and screamed out an orgasm.

"I'm coming!" Jeffrey shouted moments later, his cum exploding outwards. His magic cock twitched, firing its seed deep into Anisa's willing pussy, which clutched and spasmed around his member. Her blue eyes rolled back and Jeffrey knew she was in the throes of an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever experienced.

Eventually she slumped down on top of him, exhausted by her climax, and Jeffrey kissed her neck as he slipped his now-spent member from her cunt. She moaned at the feeling and he rolled her onto her back. He did not think she would be so averse to falling asleep now.

Reaching over to blow out the candle next to his bed, he soon found himself in darkness. Moments later, he also found himself fast asleep.



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 03



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke slowly when the rays of the sun shone through the tavern room window. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and slowly sat upright. He guessed it was not long after dawn. Sighing, he knew that he should be on his way soon if he wanted to get to Lady Brenwick's castle before nightfall.

He glanced to his left and smiled. Anisa was still asleep, her face looking angelic in the morning light. It was certainly a contrast between seeing her innocent sweetness now and the way her eyes had glowed with lust only the night before. Jeffrey laughed softly as his magic cock twitched at the memory and he wondered if Anisa might be amenable to waking up a little early.

Of course, Jeffrey knew that it was rude to wake someone without good reason, so he slowly slid a hand out and rested it on the redhead's thigh. She stirred as he stroked it downwards, feeling her warm soft skin. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she grinned at him as his fingers traced between her thighs.

Jeffrey pushed back the covers then, revealing Anisa's big tits, and he leant forwards to kiss the wonderful globes. She moaned and reached up to grab his hair, the moan growing louder as his hand found the wetness between her legs. Jeffrey was pleased to note that she had woken up as horny as him.

"Oh, Jeffrey. You know how to wake a woman," she moaned as he rubbed his palm against her cunt, enjoying the way her hips rolled to enhance the feeling.

"It is very presumptuous of me," he said quietly, lowering his head. "But I would not forgive myself if I had not done so."

Anisa grinned and kissed him. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and moved lower, eventually coming to her pussy. He pressed his tongue against her folds and began to hungrily devour her.

Anisa moaned loudly at the feeling and before long she was pressing her hips hard against his face. Jeffrey did not relent with his tongue and fingers. Moments later, the serving girl's blue eyes rolled back and she came. Her juices smeared against his mouth and tongue and he enjoyed the twitching in her cunt around his fingers.

Jeffrey did not wait to climb her body. He had to be on his way soon and could not afford to waste time. Anisa did not seem to mind, however, and she merely grinned as he angled his member with her entrance. Pushing inside, he groaned loudly. Her cunt felt amazing as his cock sank into her.

He started slowly, holding himself above the beautiful serving girl. Her short red hair was messy given that it was the morning but neither of them cared. Jeffrey was sure he looked just as unkempt. He fucked her gently, enjoying the sight of her body in the morning light.

Soon he was moving much more quickly, however, and Anisa's moans had grown far louder. He could feel her body coiling as his cock hammered into her pussy and he knew that she was building towards a giant orgasm. His magic cock always made sure his partners got off. Already, Anisa's eyes were slightly glazing.

"Oh, yes, Jeffrey. Fuck me, Sir Knight!" she shouted, and he leant forward to kiss her.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. He enjoyed the way their tongues duelled and her big tits pressed against his chest. Her whole body shook each time he thrust inwards. Then his cock twitched and he knew the moment had arrived.

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

The serving girl stared at him needfully. "Yes! Fill me with your cum!"

Jeffrey cried out then as his orgasm arrived. His jizz burst forth, spraying into Anisa's cunt, which tightened on his cock as her own climax arrived. The beautiful young woman's eyes clouded in rapture as she came powerfully on his magic cock.

Eventually their orgasms ended and Jeffrey withdrew from Anisa's pussy. He grinned at her before climbing from the bed and starting to pull on his armour. He had to be on his way.

After he had dressed he shared a lingering kiss goodbye with Anisa, and she made him promise that he would call in to the tavern and find her if he were ever passing through the town again.

Heading downstairs, he bought a small loaf of bread from the innkeeper to have as his breakfast, then went outside to collect Swift. He was soon on his way.

The day stretched out ahead of Jeffrey as he journeyed towards Lady Brenwick's castle. The sun moved across the sky and towns and settlements passed him by. He did not have time to stop for more than a few minutes' rest and even as it was he was not sure he would reach his destination on time.

Worse still, as the hours stretched into evening clouds began to form in the sky, and by the time the sun was low on the horizon it was raining. Jeffrey wrapped his cloak around himself but the rain had soon soaked that and left him sodden. Swift carried on, oblivious to the wet, and Jeffrey envied the mare her stamina.

It was then that he saw the lights in the distance and realised he could make out the form of a large castle. From the way the fires flickered and danced he guessed that a fairly large settlement was at the base of the castle.

He hurriedly rode Swift towards the city but it was dark when he arrived and the gate was already shut. When he thumped on the wood a figure poked their head above the stone wall and stared down at him.

"Gate's locked," said a gruff man's voice.

Jeffrey stood tall. "Good sir, I am a Knight of the Land, on business from the crown. I must ask that you must let me enter."

"Gate's locked," the man said again.

"You must let me enter! Your Duchess has requested my aid."

"Gate's locked."

Jeffrey growled. "For the love of the queen, man, let me in! I am a knight of these lands, and it is raining. I demand that you open this gate!"

"You can demand all you like, but my orders stand," the man sneered. "No one is to enter through this gate once night has fallen. No exceptions were stated for knights who were a little bit wet."

Jeffrey sighed in exasperation. It was then that a second figure appeared on the wall.

"What are you doing, soldier?" a woman's voice snapped. "Open the gate at once. Have you no respect?"

The first figure turned to the second, clearly confused. "Are you sure, ma'am?"

"I am positive. Open the gate immediately!"

Then both figures disappeared out of sight. Moments later the noise of the gate being opened sounded loud and the heavy wooden doors swung open. Jeffrey rode through to find the second figure waiting for him.

"Thank you for your assistance, my lady," he said.

The figure giggled. She was wrapped in a long cloak against the rain, but they were under cover here. "Do not worry yourself with thanks, Sir Knight. I am Karen Westonbrook, Captain of the Guard." She offered her hand and Jeffrey took it. "But please, call me Karen. You are not one of my guardsmen."

She threw back the hood of her cloak then and Jeffrey almost gasped. She was stunning. Her straight black hair was back in a ponytail and brown eyes shone warmly on her lovely face. She was quite tall too at about 5'9", and he placed her probably in her late-twenties. Her body however he could see nothing of.

"I am indebted to you, Karen. Would you be able to lead me to the castle? I must speak with Lady Brenwick."

Karen shook her head. "Unfortunately I cannot, Sir Knight. At nightfall the drawbridge raises across the moat, and only in an emergency will it be lowered before morning. You must wait until dawn."

Jeffrey sighed. "Very well. And please, Karen, call me Jeffrey. Do you know of a tavern where I might spend the night?"

The guard captain looked him up and down, then smiled. Almost predatorily. Jeffrey's cock twitched at the glint in her brown eyes. He had seen that look from women many times in the past. "I do, Jeffrey, although perhaps I have somewhere better for you to stay. There is a free bed in the guardhouse, and as a soldier of the realm you are entitled to use it and save yourself some gold."

Jeffrey weighed up the idea. It was certainly a good one. He was not short of coin now that he was a Knight of the Land but that did not mean that he should not save it when he could. "I thank you for your offer. Which way are the bunks?"

Karen laughed sweetly. "I do not expect you to sleep there. You may stay in the officers' quarters." She lowered her voice then and grinned wickedly. "They have a bit more luxury to them, and you are a Knight of the Land, after all."

After she had waved a guard forward to take Swift's reins, they entered the gatehouse and immediately climbed a spiral staircase. Soon they came to the top where the steps ended in front of a wooden door. Karen pushed it open and stepped through. Jeffrey followed her.

He found himself standing in a large circular room, the stone walls dotted with windows that looked out in every direction. Clearly, they were at the very top of one of the towers. A large bed was at the head of the room, and other items of furniture filled the space.

Jeffrey realised that this did not look like the officers' quarters - it looked very much like the personal quarters of the Captain of the Guard herself.

"Do you like the look of the place?" Karen smiled at him, reaching for her cloak. "I'm afraid I mislead you slightly, Jeffrey. I feared that if I said you were welcome to use my personal quarters that you would refuse out of politeness."

Jeffrey opened his mouth to respond but his breath was caught as Karen pulled the cloak over her head. Underneath she was wearing an elaborate guard's uniform, with a short red skirt and red shirt, over which lay a white tunic and chainmail armour. Brown ankle-high boots completed the rest of the uniform and a gold-inlaid scabbard hung at her waist. Jeffrey guessed that it marked her out as an officer.

What caught his attention however were the lovely long legs that the skirt revealed, as well as her slim frame. And what held his attention were her huge tits, which pushed outwards from beneath the chainmail and tunic.

She smiled at him. "I see you have no objections. Good. But all this talk is leaving you sodden, Jeffrey. You must get out of those wet clothes."

Jeffrey realised that she was right. He reached for his breastplate.

"Would you like me to give you some privacy?" she said.

Jeffrey did not mind undressing in front of hot women - it usually led to sex. Especially when those women had invited him to sleep in their bedrooms. His balls throbbed at the thought. "Not at all, Karen. I have nothing to hide." He was sure he saw a delighted glint enter her eyes.

He pulled the breastplate from his body, turning to hang it on a rack on the wall behind him, before removing the rest of his armour the same way. His underclothes, however, were just as soaked. He would have to take those off also.

"You are still wearing wet clothes, Jeffrey. You should remove them," Karen said behind him. He turned around to face her. She had taken off her armour and tunic, too, leaving her only in her red skirt and shirt. A wicked grin was on her face.

"You are right, of course, but I would feel self-conscious if I were naked alone."

Karen smirked. "Well, perhaps I can help with that." Then she reached for her shirt and tugged it over her head. Her lovely huge tits were exposed and he watched as Karen threw the shirt to one side. "Your turn."

Jeffrey grasped his shirt, hurriedly pulling it from his body, feeling immediate relief as the clothing was removed. His pants quickly followed, and his underwear, leaving him stood naked but drying in Karen's room. More noticeable though was his swiftly-growing erection.

Karen stepped towards him then, kissing him passionately. He enjoyed the feel of her giant breasts crushed against his body and let his hands rove over her back. For a while they simply kissed in silence but for their faint moaning and the sound of the rainstorm outside.

Then Karen broke the kiss, reaching down with one hand to grab his member, which yearned for attention. He gasped as she did so and a mischievous smile crept across her face as she guided him to the bed using his cock. Then she lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and looked up at him, her brown eyes glowing with lust.

Her lips parted and she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. Jeffrey groaned loudly at the wonderful feeling and stared down lustfully at the guard captain. She kissed her way down his sides, licking every inch of his shaft until it was slick with her saliva, then she sucked the tip whilst wrapping her hands around his base. It felt amazing. Just as good, she looked amazing doing it, sat on the edge of the bed, her huge tits shaking with the pumping of her fists on his length.

Jeffrey did not let that continue for long, however. It had been that morning when his magic cock had last felt release and he knew that he would not last forever. Karen seemed to read his mind and the guard captain released her grip on his cock, instead shuffling up the bed until she was fully on the mattress. Jeffrey swiftly joined her. As he climbed onto the bed, Karen lifted her hips and pulled her skirt from her body. She tossed it carelessly away.

They kissed again and Jeffrey felt Karen moan into his mouth. He reached up then to grasp her tits, and with his right hand he grasped one of the huge globes whilst with his left he pushed himself above her.

Suddenly she placed her hands on his shoulders and stopped him. "Don't be silly, Jeffrey," she whispered. "You've had a long day's travel. It is only fair that I do the work." She winked, rolling him over until he was on his back, and straddled his waist. Then she angled herself with his rigid cock.

"Oh, yes, Sir Knight," she moaned as she impaled herself on his member, her pussy drawing him in every inch of the way. Soon her hips rested against his, his cock fully engulfed by her hot cunt.

Moments later she was bouncing on his length and Jeffrey appreciated the fact that for a second night in a row a gorgeous woman was riding his cock. Her pace was not slow and her loud moans filled the top of the tower. Jeffrey was grateful that the thick wooden door was shut and it was raining outside, else the other guards would have heard Karen's euphoric cries and possibly come to investigate.

As it was they had privacy. Jeffrey lay there for a while as Karen's cunt did wonderful things to his cock, enjoying the sight of the stunning guard captain enjoying herself above him. Slowly he started to join her movements with his own thrusts, unable to keep still. Her huge tits called out to his hands and he could not resist but reach up squeeze the globes.

Soon his hips were hammering upwards, his cock slamming into his lover's pussy, and Karen's whole body started to tense. He could tell she was going to come soon. His own balls twitched too and he knew that it meant they wanted to be emptied.

"I'm so close, Jeffrey! So close! Yes!" Karen screamed out then, her body going rigid as her orgasm arrived. He could feel her cunt grasping at his member, the magic in his cock giving yet another woman an orgam she would never forget.

Seconds later he came too, his seed exploding from his member and spattering against the guard captain's tunnel. Her cunt juices seeped out from her spasming pussy and Jeffrey delighted in the sight of her pleasure as much as he did the feel of his.

When it was over, Karen grinned, gulping down air. She slowly pulled herself from his lap, letting his now-flaccid cock spring free of her of her cunt. A few strands of black hair had loosened themselves from her ponytail but she did not bother to sort them out. Instead she placed her head on Jeffrey's chest.

He sighed happily. He hoped he got wet more often.



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 04



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, was shown into the castle by a man in an ornate blue coat. He had woken later than he intended and found that Karen had already left, but his armour was dry from the rainstorm the night before and he had come straight to the castle as soon as he was dressed.

It was a large and impressive building. Whilst not quite the size of the Royal Palace in which he had been raised to full knighthood (and fucked a princess, twice), it was far from small. Then again, the size of the town attached to the castle suggested that the duchy was very important in the queendom - it would not have surprised Jeffrey if he had been told that Lady Brenwick was only just below the Queen herself in seniority.

Jeffrey suddenly realised that the man was talking to him. "The Duchess is very busy at the moment, so she may have time only to hear your news and send you away. Please do not take this as an insult to your status, Sir Knight."

"I will not," he smiled back, although he was confused. Why would she be waiting for news from him? The only explanation to Jeffrey was that she was keeping her request for aid secret from even her own courtiers.

Eventually they came to a large door, which the man pushed open and waved Jeffrey inside. He did so. Beyond was a tall and long room with light that streamed in through glass windows high in the walls. Ahead of him was a large chair, not quite a throne, on which sat a beautiful woman.

Jeffrey guessed that this was Lady Brenwick. Her blonde hair was worn up in an elaborate style atop her head and her blue eyes regarded him brightly. The small beauty spot beneath her mouth on the left-hand side of her face made her look every inch the gorgeous noble and Jeffrey guessed that she was in her early-thirties. He placed her at about 5'6", although he could not be sure since she was sitting down. She wore an elaborate green gown that highlighted her slender and lovely body but also drew attention to the immense cleavage of what were clearly impressively huge breasts. Jeffrey chuckled as he wondered if she used to same tailor as Princess Isabel.

Still, there was no time to stare at the Duchess' tits when he had been called to her aid. He knelt, showing fealty to her, and she laughed sweetly.

"Stand up, Sir Knight. I do not care for people prostrating themselves in front of me." She smiled at him, not unkindly. Then she turned to the courtier who had shown Jeffrey in, and politely ushered him out. Jeffrey was pleased to see that she did not treat those beneath her in rank with contempt, as he had heard some nobles did. She actually seemed very polite.

Jeffrey stood quickly, nodding to her. "Very well, Lady Brenwick. I am Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land. I have been sent by the royal court as a response to your call for aid."

"Excellent, Sir Jeffrey Trailson. May I call you Jeffrey?"

He nodded. "Of course, Lady Brenwick."

"Good. Though in return you must call me Catherine, of course." She grinned.

Jeffrey was stunned. This Duchess was not what he was expecting at all. Still, she seemed very pleasant.

She stood and moved over to stare at a tapestry on the far wall. "So, what do you know of my predicament?"

"Very little, Lady Brenwick... er, Catherine."

She nodded. "Then word has not got out." She turned to face him then, sadness in her eyes. "Tell me what you know of the orc wars, Jeffrey."

Jeffrey recited what he had been taught as a child. Half a century ago the orcish kingdoms had united and poured from the mountains under the rule of a tyrannical king. The queendom fought many battles against them to keep them at bay, until at last a young mage had thought of a cunning plan. Knowing it was their leader and not the orcs themselves who were evil, she had disguised herself as a slave and struck down the emperor of the orcs. The war was ended immediately and there had been no battles since.

"You know your history," Lady Brenwick smiled. "That is indeed accurate. As you may know, we border the orcish mountain kingdoms here. What most do not know outside of this part of the realm is that we have our own treaty with the nearest tribe."

"I did not know that, Catherine."

She smiled. "It has been in action for decades, since the end of the wars. We actually share trade with the Tribe of the Blue Sword, and have enjoyed peace for almost two generations. This hinges on one very important matter."

Catherine whirled away then, stalking back to her large chair. "Every year, the Tribe of the Blue Sword send a delegation, wielding a sceptre that was crafted for them by our most famous blacksmith, Helga Otrasgen. In return, they crafted a sceptre for us, shaped like a twisted length of wood, engraved with orcish script and then blackened until it was dark as night. It is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, Jeffrey. It was gifted to my grandmother, then passed to my father, and then finally to me. Every year those sceptres are crossed in this castle, and the Tribe Chieftain and myself renew our vows of peace."

She sighed loudly, staring at him earnestly. "That meeting, Sir Jeffrey Trailson, is imminent. The orcish envoy will arrive any day now. And somebody has stolen our sceptre."

Jeffrey gasped. "Stolen?"

"Yes," the Duchess responded. Anger burned in her eyes, though Jeffrey knew it was directed at the thieves, not him. "I do not know who precisely, though I have a good idea. A bandit group act in the local area, and have been growing ever more bold as the months have passed. Our guard have had no luck in tracking them, but I am fairly certain they are the thieves of the sceptre. I believe they are trying to make a point that it is they, and not myself or my guards, who control this part of the realm. It is my hope that a single knight might fare better in locating them. They cannot trace your steps so easily, Jeffrey."

"You would like me to find and return the sceptre, or bring the bandits to justice? The two may not go hand in hand."

Catherine sighed. "I know, Jeffrey. You are to return the sceptre. That is your priority. If the orcs get here and we have lost their sceptre, they will see it as an affront to their tribe and... well, that doesn't really bear thinking about. For the good of this queendom, we need to find that sceptre. The bandits are a distant second in your thoughts."

Jeffrey nodded. "I swear it, Lady Brenwick, Duchess of these lands, that I will find and return your sceptre, or die trying."

"Oh, no dying," the Duchess laughed softly. "I don't want that. Make sure you succeed, and bring the sceptre back to me. Alive, Jeffrey."

He grinned. "Of course."

"Now, I don't mean to hurry you from my castle, but I have matters to attend to and now so do you. Please, Sir Knight, find that sceptre."

Jeffrey bowed, and strode from the room. He knew his purpose now, and would do his utmost to find the sceptre. Outside, the man who had shown him in led him back to the front of the castle, where Jeffrey thanked him and moved off back into the town. Soon, he found himself at the main gates.

"Jeffrey! So there you are," said a voice from above. He glanced up to see Karen stood on the walkway over the gates, smiling down at him. As today was far warmer, she was not wearing her cloak, and he delighted in the sight of her in her uniform "Wait there. I will join you in a second." Moments later, she was emerging from the doorway that was set into the side of the stone arch.

"I'm sorry I left this morning before we could have any more fun," she said with a naughty smile. "I had an early shift and did not think you would want to be woken. I am owed a break now, however, if you want to return to my quarters..."

Sir Jeffrey shook his head sadly. "I cannot, Karen. Do not misunderstand me, I would love nothing more than to fuck you, but I have been given a task by the Duchess and cannot delay."

He was surprised to see a mischievous glint enter her brown eyes. "Very well. I fully understand. But perhaps I can accompany you to the stables, Jeffrey? I doubt you know where they are anyway."

He laughed. He did not. "Your company would be very welcome, Karen."

They walked and chatted for a few minutes as she led him towards the stables, and Jeffrey noticed again how good she looked. Her uniform's tightness did nothing to hide the glorious size of her huge tits and her beauty, when coupled with the offer she had made to him only a few minutes before, caused his blood to grow hot with desire. His balls yearned to empty their seed inside her cunt. He knew he needed to hurry on his quest but his magic cock did not want to listen to reason.

Soon Jeffrey could see a low building ahead and realised that it was the stables. He glanced around as he entered the building and saw Swift at the end, his black mare unmistakable to his eyes.

"Can you see your steed, Jeffrey?" Karen asked.

He nodded. "I can. Swift is at the end. I shall fetch her and be on my way."

"Well, before you go I must confess that I had an ulterior motive in accompanying you here," she smirked.

Jeffrey's cock twitched. "Oh?"

She stepped close to him, her brown eyes shimmering with lust. "Yes. These stables are totally empty at this time of day. That is perfect, because I realised that if you could not fuck me in my quarters, then you would just have to fuck me here."

"Your argument is compelling," he grinned, then kissed her.

She moaned into the kiss. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Jeffrey enjoyed the feel of her even though they were both wearing their armour. Even so, he raised a hand and slid it over the swell of her breasts.

Karen broke the kiss, glancing behind her and grinning. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into an empty stall so that they were hidden from the street and then kissed him again. Jeffrey lowered his hands.

Once again Karen broke the kiss and this time she took hold of her chainmail armour, pulling it over her head. She let it fall to the floor before grasping her white tunic and taking that off too. As she had been last night, she was left wearing only her red shirt and skirt.

"You may not have time to undress for this, Jeffrey," she grinned, reaching for the red shirt. "But I do."

He gasped as she pulled it over her head, exposing her magnificent tits to the air. Her nipples were hard in the cool stables and he leant forward to suck them into his mouth. He squeezed and kneaded the huge globes as he pleasured her breasts and Karen moaned at the feeling.

"I feel I should remind you that you have no time to lose on your task," the guard captain moaned at last.

Jeffrey stood, knowing she was right. She turned, lifting her skirt with one hand whilst she bent over and leant against the stall wall with the other. Her ass and glistening pussy were exposed and Jeffrey's cock could wait no more. He quickly undid his pants, lowering the armour just enough so that he could slip out his member, and then stepped forwards.

Karen moaned as his length pierced her folds, sinking into her velvet cunt. Jeffrey moaned too and ran his hands up her bare back. Soon he was moving his hips quickly, enjoying the way her ponytail flapped with the movements of his hips. He could see her huge tits swaying on her chest.

"You look so good," he said, leaning forwards to kiss Karen's neck. He took advantage of the position to grasp both of her tits, one in each hand, and hold the soft flesh. He could feel them juddering in his hands as the speed of his hips increased.

He loved how horny this woman was. She wanted his cock so much that she was prepared to engineer some private time with him alone in the stables. That thought made Jeffrey's blood race with lust and he sped up his thrusts into the guard captain.

Karen was moaning loudly now, her orgasm approaching. Jeffrey could feel his balls tightening and knew that he would not be far behind. The gorgeous woman turned her head to him then and straightened slightly, allowing her to twist and kiss him. He let go of her breasts, instead moving his hands to her hips as he fucked her, using his grip as leverage for his cock as it ploughed into her wonderful pussy.

"Oh yes, fuck me! You'll make me come," she moaned, her eyes glazing. He knew she was on the edge.

Seconds later Karen cried out as her cunt spasmed along his length. He came at the same time, his jizz exploding from his magic cock, shooting deep inside her. Their juices mixed inside her womb and slowly spilled from her cunt, both their minds lost in the pleasure of such huge orgasms.

It took a while for that to fade but at last Jeffrey pulled his deflating cock from Karen's pussy. She moaned at the feeling before turning and smiling at him. She looked a little shaky, mentally drained by such a huge climax, and Jeffrey grinned to himself. His magic cock had that effect on his partners.

"You must go, Jeffrey, no matter how much I might like to keep you here," she grinned, and he nodded.

Making sure his armour was properly settled again, he quickly strode from the empty stall and mounted Swift. Attaching his pack, he rode the mare out of her stall. Karen stood watching him happily, still topless, her huge tits on view.

"I thought I'd give you one final look," she winked. "Make sure to come and find me when you're done with your quest, Sir Knight."

Sir Jeffrey bowed as best as he could from horseback. "I will indeed, my lady."

He heard her wish him good luck as he rode from the stables towards the city gates.

He had a sceptre to find. 



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 05



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, handed his reins to the stableboy who ran out from Dame Sara's estate to take Swift. He passed the boy a silver coin and then walked briskly towards the house. He hoped that Sara was in. He had news for her.

He was going to tell her about his magic cock. It seemed only fair. Whilst he had been reassured that her body would not take the magic if she did not want it he still thought he ought to let her know. If for no other reason than he wouldn't be surprised if her body did accept the magic and at least this way she would know what was going on.

Sir Jeffrey reached the large wooden doors and knocked, waiting patiently until he heard the sound of a bolt being drawn back. A buxom young maid with her brown hair tied up in a ponytail welcomed him in and Sir Jeffrey realised he had not seen her before. He made a mental note that perhaps he would return to the manor house one day to get to know her better. She was certainly very attractive. The thought set off a tingling in his magic cock and he sighed with amusement as he stepped further into the house. He was insatiable and he loved it.

Dame Sara's house was as welcoming as always with a few servants moving about the place. One of them recognised him and came up to greet him.

"Ah, Sir Jeffrey, welcome to Dame Sara's house. Are you here to see her?"

He nodded in response.

"Excellent, I shall go and see if she is available to talk."

Sir Jeffrey thanked the man as he scurried up the large staircase. After a few minutes, he returned.

"She is very happy to see you, Sir Jeffrey. She is in the library."

Sir Jeffrey thanked the man a second time and then moved up the stairs himself. Soon he found himself on the landing of the large house and stepped towards the door he knew was the library. Sara had the room in a slightly different location in her house but Sir Jeffrey had been there often enough that he knew where everything was.

He knocked and pushed open the door, a grin spreading across his face as he saw Dame Sara reclining on a chair. She was dressed in a very elegant dress, clearly enjoying an afternoon off from her knightly duties and she smiled broadly at him.

"Sir Jeffrey! How nice of you to visit. I attended your house yesterday to see if you wanted to head into town but I was informed that you had left on an errand."

Sir Jeffrey felt guilty then. He had arranged to spend the day with Sara after her return from her own tasks but had instead disappeared with Narlissa once the half-elf had revealed her situation.

"I'm sorry I was not there, Sara," Jeffrey said. "I hope it wasn't too disappointing for you."

She laughed sweetly "Do not be silly, Jeffrey. You have tasks you must take care of, as do I, and sometimes they call us away without much notice. No, I was slightly disappointed I admit but one of your servants was more than... accommodating for my needs."

"Luke?" Sir Jeffrey asked. Luke was the newest member of his staff and also the servant who had been unable to keep his eyes off Narlissa when serving them breakfast. He was clearly a very highly-charged young man and Sir Jeffrey nodded in satisfaction that the man had his priorities right.

"Yes, Luke. He's a very... enthusiastic young man."

"Would you like him on your staff?" Sir Jeffrey asked. Dame Sara had obviously taken a liking to him.

"Now there's an idea..." she said, pondering. "But who would you take instead?"

"We can discuss it another time," he laughed.

Dame Sara grinned. "Of course. You must forgive me; I do enjoy surrounding myself with attractive men I can fuck."

Sir Jeffrey's magic cock throbbed at her bluntness and the images they conjured and he moved closer to the chair.

"Dame Sara, there is something I mean to talk to you about."

She looked up at him with slight concern in her eyes. "Is everything alright, Jeffrey? Is this to do with your sudden errand?"

He nodded. "Yes on both counts, Sara. You see, and this is going to sound very strange, but I have a magic cock."

Sara's eyebrow raised in surprised amusement. "A magic cock?"

"Yes indeed, m'lady. I have always felt that it was special but I was prompted into finding the truth when an... old friend reported that she now felt the same way."

"She?" Sara giggled.

"Exactly... so you can see what I was thinking. We went to see a mage in the wilderness who explained that, well..."

Dame Sara sat forwards then, clearly interested. "Well what, Sir Jeffrey? I will try not to be alarmed."

"Well, apparently, I have a demon's magic in my cock."

"A demon's magic?" she looked slightly horrified.

"Yes, but do not worry, please. It is merely magic. There is no demonic taint present. I just have certain gifts that can sometimes pass on. Tell me, Sara, do you climax particularly hard when you're with me?"

The blonde knight grinned broadly, clearly relieved. "You know I do, Sir Jeffrey."

"That is part of the magic. With most people that is all they experience but in some people their soul willingly lets the magic build until they share the same powers that I do. This is very rare though, Sara, and it only affects people whose souls desire it so do not worry."

"And what do these powers feel like, Sir Jeffrey? Extreme horniness? Potent orgasms no matter who you're with?"

He looked at her in surprise. Another woman he had transferred the magic to?

She continued. "Oh yes, Sir Jeffrey. I have been feeling that the past few days. Since you left, in fact. I wondered if it were coincidence it happened since I was with you last, when I jumped you in my sitting room at my most horny."

"And you are not annoyed?"

"Of course not. I am quite enjoying these new found... talents. It seems my partners are, too, judging from the expression that your servant Luke was wearing as I rode his cock in your sitting room. I hope you don't mind that I did that, Sir Jeffrey. I hope you don't mind I screamed out my orgasm there as he pumped me full of his hot seed."

Her voice had dropped to a sultry whisper and Sir Jeffrey could tell she was very fired up. If she had indeed taken on his abilities then that was not surprising for he too found himself so horny that he wanted to take her there and then.

"Then you know how exceptionally horny a bearer of these gifts becomes, Sara," he breathed. "Know this - your body took that magic because it wanted to."

"Oh, do not think I regret this. I am looking forward to exploring these new desires... much as I am looking forward to having your cock inside me again." She stood then, grasping his arm.

"How very presumptuous," Sir Jeffrey smirked.

"Very," she replied, tugging him towards her.

She kissed him then, and he kissed back. Suddenly her hands were under his armour, tugging the shining breastplate upwards after undoing the knots. When she had pulled that off she undid his belt eagerly and Sir Jeffrey soon found himself naked in front of her.

His magic cock was hard and ready, despite the fact it had emptied its seed into Narlissa's cunt only an hour or so beforehand. But Jeffrey was not surprised. After all, it was magic.

"Oh what a lovely sight," Dame Sara moaned as she sank to her knees. Her tits almost popped out of the cleavage of her tight dress as she did so and Sir Jeffrey could only watch on in lust as she wrapped her fist around his length and sucked his tip into her mouth.

Dame Sara seemed to love giving him blowjobs and he loved receiving them. She swirled her tongue expertly round his tip, moaning onto his cock. Her hand pumped his shaft too and Sir Jeffrey reached out to stroke her golden blonde hair. Her blue eyes sparked with lust.

Eventually he pulled her head from his member and guided her back to her feet. He reached out as he kissed her again and found the knots to her dress, loosening it. Soon it had fallen slack and he eagerly tugged it down her body to reveal first her big tits and then the rest of her lovely figure. She was naked now and he could not keep his hands from her skin.

Before he could do anything else however, Dame Sara had grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto the floor. He lay there on his back as she straddled his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her cunt.

"I'm not going to wait for... ahhh... this..." she said, obviously growing distracted as she sank onto his cock. He felt her pussy seeming to suck him in and he enjoyed the sensation of her body impaling itself on his magic cock.

Dame Sara started slow and rolled her hips back and forth. Sir Jeffrey moaned at the wonderful feeling and Sara's blue eyes glazed in pleasure. Her blonde hair fell around her face and over her shoulders and her slender body looked amazing above him. Her hands were on his chest and took the opportunity to grasp her big tits. They felt wonderful in his palms and he couldn't resist squeezing the lovely globes.

Sara moaned, staring at him hungrily. She started to move her hips more rapidly, her mouth open as she breathed in. They were both being incredibly noisy but Sir Jeffrey did not care. Although anyone could have walked in and seen them naked he knew her servants knew better than to disturb her when she had visitors.

Especially when those visitors were causing the blonde knight who rode his cock to scream out in pleasure. She slammed her hips back onto his now and Sir Jeffrey could take it no more. Reaching up to grasp Sara's waist he started to hammer his cock into her pussy.

His member twitched and he knew he was close. Sara, too, had started to arch her back. She was on the edge.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed, her blue eyes rolling back. Sir Jeffrey cried out his own orgasm moments later as his seed fired into Sara's cunt, which pulsated against his magic cock. She was coming incredibly hard but that was not a surprise now that she also had his gift. He too was lost to the incredible pleasure of his orgasm.

After a while, Sara slumped down on top of him. Sir Jeffrey enjoyed the feeling of her naked body against him and they rested there together that way for a moment.

Eventually, she climbed off, standing up and grinning at him.

"Well, Sir Jeffrey, I think that was a good way to welcome you back home," she giggled.

He stood too, kissing her again. "I think it was."

"And I look forward to enjoying these gifts a little more..."

He stared blissfully at the beautiful blonde knight as she reached for her dress. Two women had taken on his gifts now and both seemed as eager to enjoy them as he did.

Life was good for Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land.

THE END



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 06



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke in the early morning, the sun just rising through the trees. He could tell because Marigold's cottage did not have curtains on the windows, although that did not bother him - they were far too isolated for anyone to come across them.

He turned to see if the witch was still asleep next to him and was disappointed to see that she was not. As always in the morning, his magic cock demanded attention. But he had learned that he could ignore it for many hours before its call grew too much so he did just that, climbing out of bed and walking into the main room still naked.

Marigold was stood in front of the cauldron there, stirring a blue liquid inside. "Good morning," she said, letting her eyes wander over him.

"Morning," Jeffrey smiled. "I should be on my way, Marigold. I must find the bandit camp."

The olive-skinned beauty nodded, brushing her white hair away from her face. She had dressed into her black robes. "I understand. But first, to help you in your endeavours, I am brewing you a potion."

"A potion?" he asked. "But you have already helped me tremendously with the magical parchment, Marigold."

"That was payment. This is a gift." She grinned at him, before tossing a powder into the liquid. It hissed for a moment, then went still. "Almost done, I just need one last thing." She turned to him then. "I need a sample of your life force, Jeffrey, to attune the potion to you." She started to slink towards him.

"A sample of my life force?"

Marigold nodded. "Yes. Blood is the usual source. It is quick and easy to obtain and there's normally plenty of it. But it's not the only source." She reached him then, and moved to whisper in his ear. "I can use your cum just as well, Jeffrey."

Suddenly she sank to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth. Jeffrey moaned, quickly growing hard at the witch's work and soon his member was rigid. Marigold groaned onto his length, kissing and licking at every inch of flesh as she pleasured him with her mouth, using her lips and tongue and hands to bring him racing towards release.

They carried on that way for a few minutes as Jeffrey stared down lustfully at the white-haired witch so expertly sucking his cock and her eyes stared into his. He could feel her groans vibrating through his member and that was all he needed.

"Fuck!" he shouted as his orgasm hit him and his jizz spilled into her mouth. Yet Marigold did not swallow, instead letting his seed splash around her tongue. When he was done, she withdrew her head, reaching for a vial and spitting his cum into it.

"Perfect," she grinned wickedly, before moving to the cauldron and holding the vial above it. Catching Jeffrey's eye, she laughed. "Do not worry, Jeffrey, I will not add your seed to the potion. I do not expect you to drink your own cum."

He breathed a subconscious sigh of relief and Marigold giggled, before placing her finger on the bottom of the vial. Withdrawing it, a shining golden line connected her fingertip and the base of the vial, before she flicked it towards the potion. The glowing string splashed into the surface, the potion bubbling furiously. Then it went still. His cum remained in the vial, which she placed to one side. Then she dipped an empty flask into the cauldron.

"Your potion," she said happily, offering him the now-filled flask.

He took it gratefully. "What does it do?"

"It is an invisibility potion. It will hide you from sight for a full hour."

"An invisibility potion?" he gasped.

"Indeed. A single word of warning, however - when you are using it you must not cast any other spells. Magic will interfere with its effect. However, since you are a knight and not a wizard, I doubt there is much to concern yourself with."

Jeffrey was taken aback. This woman had provided him with two spectacular gifts, and all because he had let her travel on Swift. Well, that and fucked her so hard she had almost passed out from the pleasure. "Thank you, Marigold."

"No, thank you," the witch smiled. "And though it pains me to say it, Jeffrey, you must be on your way."

He agreed, returning to the bedroom to dress. Soon he was in his armour and he collected his pack. With a lingering kiss goodbye from Marigold, he mounted Swift and rode her away from the cottage, clutching the magic parchment in his hands and following the arrow.

Sir Jeffrey rode for many hours, never deviating from the direction of the map except where he had to follow a road or came across an obstruction. Even so, the arrow always made sure it was pointing in the right direction, flowing across the parchment like fresh ink. Jeffrey was amazed by it.

It was early evening when he saw the first signs of smoke in the distance. He had passed no villages for many hours and found himself well and truly in the wilderness. In the distance the mountains loomed tall, growing in size until they were breathtakingly large, and deceptively far away. The air was cooler here too.

Jeffrey reined Swift in to better look at the source of the smoke. Picking out a hill nearby, he angled the mare towards it and soon found himself looking down into a small valley. Sure enough, a few large tents were dotted around, surrounded by smaller ones. A wall of wooden spikes surrounded the encampment. It certainly looked like the bandit camp and the arrow on Jeffrey's magical parchment was pointing right at it.

He quickly led Swift back down the hill, knowing that a sentry might spot him if he stayed there too long. Then he moved back up the hill just enough to be able to see the camp once more but remain hidden from view. There, he began to plot his next move.

Slowly the sun sank towards the horizon and Jeffrey realised he was getting hungry, tired and horny. He sighed. He wished he could have brought Marigold with him, not just for her skills but also because he was sure she would have taken great delight in relieving him of his horniness.

A movement in some low-lying bushes at the base of the hill caught Jeffrey's attention. He flattened himself to the hill and crept forwards. A figure emerged from the bushes, moving towards Swift slowly and Jeffrey's breath caught. He could not allow any harm to come to his steed. Racing forwards as quietly as he could, he wished he had Narlissa's stealth.

But being dressed in full armour meant that he could not be very stealthy at all, and the figure whirled around to face him, withdrawing a sword. Jeffrey raised his hands. Was this a bandit?

"Who are you?" he demanded. "That is my steed."

"Are you among them?" the figure said in a strange accent, motioning towards the bandit camp. "A thief?"

Jeffrey shook his head violently. "I am not. I am Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land. I come on a noble task. Lower your weapon, please."

The figure lowered their weapon and stepped towards him. Jeffrey gasped.

It was a woman, wearing a tight leather chestpiece which stretched taut across a pair of large breasts and a short skirt with a chainmail overlay that served to highlight her long legs. She was tall, about 5'10" by Jeffrey's reckoning. Her figure was lovely, and her amber eyes equally so. What caught Jeffrey's attention the most, however, were the two almost-elven pointed ears on the side of her head, and her dull green skin.

An orc!

She did not look at all like he expected. From the stories he thought that orcs would be huge and barbaric looking, yet this woman was anything but. She was slender and feminine, as much so as any human woman, and just as gorgeous. With her pointed ears she looked like a taller and slightly broader elf, just with green skin. She didn't even have tusks or horns or any of the things he thought orcs might possess. She was simply a stunning woman.

"Then you hunt them too?" the woman said, nodding towards the encampment again.

Jeffrey took a moment to answer, so surprised by her presence was he. He had heard stories of orcs but never encountered one himself. He did not expect her to be so... attractive. Her brown hair was braided and held upwards in a tight ponytail. Orc or not, she was exceptionally hot and he was exceptionally horny. A familiar feeling ran through his groin.

He remembered then that she had asked him a question. "Yes, I do. And I guess so do you."

She nodded. "They have stolen something of my tribe's. If you wish to retrieve something from them, then we are allies, at least in this."

Jeffrey was glad to hear her say that. He got the distinct impression that this woman would be a formidable foe.

He smiled. If they were allies then they needed to know each other's names. "I am Jeffrey," he said, offering his hand. "And you?"

"Vrika," she responded, taking the outstretched palm. She grinned at him and nodded towards his hand. "Human customs are still strange to me, but I believe this is what you expected?"

He laughed. "Yes, that is a handshake. Come, Vrika, shall we make a move on the bandits?"

"No. It is too dark," the orc said bluntly, looking up at the sky. It was darkening quickly. "I have been watching them for two days. Their sentries are more numerous at night. It is the worst time to assault their walls."

Jeffrey did not disbelieve her. This orc was clearly well-versed in such things. "Then what do we do? Wait?"

Vrika nodded. "Yes. I have a camp not far from here. You are welcome to join me there."

She left then, striding away from Jeffrey. The trees were sparser here but he would still lose her amongst the shadows if he did not hurry. He mounted Swift quickly and rode after the orc.

They travelled only a short distance before he saw her tent. She moved straight inside, and Jeffrey dismounted Swift, hitching her to a tree nearby. He wondered if it was too dark to set up his own tent.

"I have food, Jeffrey. Come," he heard Vrika say, and he turned to see her smiling at him from the entrance to the tent. He quickly moved inside, eager to eat.

The orc woman passed him a joint of meat, which he hungrily devoured. It was rabbit, he realised, and delicious. Between mouthfuls, they spoke.

He learned that she was of the Tribe of the Blue Sword, and that she had been sent by her Tribe Chieftain to reclaim an item stolen from them by these bandits. She had been here a few days watching. Then he had arrived. She asked him what he was doing here.

"I was sent by the Duchess to reclaim something from these bandits," he said. He did not want to say the sceptre was missing since this woman was from the tribe that had given it to Lady Brenwick's grandmother.

Vrika stopped eating. "The Duchess? Jeffrey, I think we have something in common. If I tell you something, will you keep it to yourself?"

"Of course," Jeffrey nodded. He was a knight and an honourable man. He could keep a secret.

"The item I am trying to reclaim. It is a sceptre. The sceptre used in the peace ceremony with your people every year. What item are you trying to get back?"

Jeffrey's eyes went wide. "They stole our sceptre too! They stole both!"

Vrika considered a moment. Jeffrey got the impression she was very clever as well as beautiful and strong. "I think they have taken both deliberately," she said at last. "We shall have to find out why tomorrow."

She sighed and finished eating her rabbit, tossing the bones out of the tent flap. Then she turned to Jeffrey. "I am retiring to my bedroll now," she said bluntly.

Jeffrey stood. "Then I shall see you in the morning, Vrika, before we attack the bandit camp." He was going to have to find somewhere private to relieve his intense horniness very soon.

Vrika grinned. "Jeffrey, my statement was not an announcement. It was an invitation. I have learned a little of the human customs. It is time you learned some of the orcs'."

An invitation? Lust flooded Jeffrey's veins at the offer. "What is the custom?"

"We have made an agreement to aid one another. In orcish lands, an agreement is always sealed with one of three things: gold or blood... or sex. I do not need gold, Jeffrey, and I have no desire to fight you. If I am to keep custom with my people, that leaves us with only one option."

She lifted her chainmail skirt then, revealing that she was wearing no underwear. Jeffrey's mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy. Its lips were green, of course, but it was otherwise identical to a human's. He wondered if it tasted and felt the same too.

Before Vrika could say another word Jeffrey had dived between her legs, eagerly lapping at the orc's sopping wet cunt. She moaned, reaching out to grab his head, and he ate her yet more hungrily. Soon she was pressing her hips back hard against his face, enjoying his work.

Then he pushed two fingers inside her too and he swirled them around as he licked her clit and lips. He enjoyed the way her pussy tightly grasped his fingers and he could feel her tunnel narrowing on them as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her amber eyes rolled backwards.

It did not take much longer for the orc to climax against his face, smearing her juices over his chin. He kept kissing her cunt even as she came, and the orgasm seemed to last a while. Eventually though it was over and Vrika sat back with a grin.

"I'm glad to see you know your way around an orc's body," she giggled, before reaching down and grasping Jeffrey's chin and pulling him in for a kiss.

He kissed back, reaching for her chainmail skirt and Vrika did not stop him from untying it and pulling it from her body. Her long, strong legs were revealed in their entirety and he moaned at the sight. Then she started to undress him and soon his armour was discarded in the corners of the tent. Sliding the leather chestpiece from Vrika's body, Jeffrey had the orc naked too moments later.

Vrika grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of her as they continued to kiss, then rolled over until he was on his back and she was perched above him. Her big tits hung down and he took hold of them eagerly, feeling the soft green globes filling his hands and giving them a good squeeze.

Jeffrey groaned as Vrika pulled away, then slowly turned around until she was facing away from him. Then she lifted her hips and settled on his cock, her hot cunt drawing him in as she lowered herself.

"By the moon that's good," she moaned, immediately moving her hips. She was soon bouncing very quickly, letting herself ride him with passion. Jeffrey appreciated the sight of her lovely ass and the curve of her body as she rode him. He could see her breasts swaying with her movements and he reached around her to grab one as she bounced on him in reverse.

Her tits felt wonderful in his hands just as her cunt felt wonderful around his cock. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her breasts and then he dropped his hands to hold Vrika's hips instead. He could not keep them still, so desirable was she.

They stayed that way for a long while, their moans loud in the small tent and his hands exploring every inch of her lovely green body. Slowly the orc's movements grew more passionate and vigorous. He could feel himself surging towards release and he voiced a warning as Vrika's cunt started to narrow on his member.

"I'm so close," he groaned, feeling his balls twitching. He would come any second now.

"Me too! Yes!" she replied desperately, throwing her hips down. Her moans were insistent and she was not far away.

Moments later she shrieked out as her pussy seized hold of his magic cock. She pressed her hips down against him and whilst he could not see her face he could tell from her rapturous whimpers and the way her cunt spasmed that she was coming around his cock more powerfully than she likely ever had before. He joined her in release as his cum sprayed into her pussy, waves of pleasure pulsing through them both as they came in unison.

Afterwards, the orc slumped down on top of him, slowing lifting her hips to let his deflating member slip free. Then she turned with a wicked glint in her eye, kissing Jeffrey and settling down next to him.

"Our agreement is sealed," she said quietly, a satisfied smile on her face. "We will achieve our goal together."

Sir Jeffrey liked the sound of that.



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 07



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, stared down at the bandit camp with Vrika at his side. They had woken early to make a move on the camp and slowly approached it as the sun climbed in the sky. Now they found themselves barely half a mile from its walls, hidden in the undergrowth.

"What is our plan now, Vrika?" Jeffrey asked, staring at those wooden walls. They were not too tall but he would have trouble climbing them nonetheless.

She shrugged. "Now we wait."

"We wait?"

The orc looked at him and furrowed her brow. "Unless you have a better idea?"

Actually, Jeffrey did. He had the invisibility potion Marigold had given him. He quickly explained to Vrika his plan.

"Alright," she nodded when he was done. "I will wait back on the hill where we met. There's a good view of the camp from there."

Jeffrey slipped the potion from his pack and uncorked it. The liquid inside smelled odd but not unpleasant and he swigged it back. It went down easily enough. Then a shiver ran through his skin like a sudden cold wind and Vrika's eyes went wide.

"You've disappeared Jeffrey!" she said, reaching out to where he was. Her hand touched his arm and ran along it. "Although I can still feel you."

He pushed himself to his feet. "That means it's working. I'll see you back at the hill, Vrika."

"May the moon guide you."

With Vrika's words in his head, he quickly clambered down the hill. A short while later he was staring at the open gate to the bandit camp. With a deep breath he hurried through the gate, careful not to make a noise. Yet the guards did not react and soon he was in the middle of the bandit camp.

The tents stood all around, the larger ones seeming huge from here. He guessed that the sceptre would be in one of those. Hurrying forward he glanced in the entrances of two but found only a food store and an armoury. Neither of those places held the stolen loot, which left only one tent. Reaching the entrance, Jeffrey found it closed but loose. After making sure no one would notice if it suddenly flapped, he slipped inside.

He grinned as he entered. The tent was divided into two sections. The one he stood in looked like bedroom of sorts, with a large wooden table and a luxurious looking bed. The floor was covered with rugs and other items that would have looked more at home in a posh tavern were scattered about the place. But it was the rear section of the tent that caught his eye.

Loot was stacked high within it and he hurried forwards to take a better look. Casting his gaze around, he saw the sceptres. They were resting neatly against a wooden chest, clearly freshly acquired, and Jeffrey reached out to pick them up.

Moments later, the tent flap burst open and four figures ran in. Jeffrey hurriedly placed the sceptres back where he found them and slipped from the room, instead standing by the bed. The figures stalked towards the back of the tent.

One was a large, burly man with scars crossing his face who Jeffrey took to be the leader of the group, and two more were broad-shouldered but ugly young men. All clearly bandits from the way they were dressed. The fourth, however, was a woman and Jeffrey's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her.

She was very attractive, probably in her late-twenties and about 5'8". Her blonde hair was worn in a fringed ponytail and her blue eyes were bright, if narrowed in suspicion or anger at the moment. Jeffrey could not tell which. What really caught his eye though was her armour, which was both form-fitting and revealing. The midriff was cut away to show her taut and slender stomach and it swelled wonderfully with what were clearly large breasts. She had a lovely figure.

The man at the head of the group pulled his sword from his waist as he reached the room with their stolen loot in it and then glared around. A few moments later he whirled back to the group.

"There's no one here," he growled, resheathing his weapon.

One of the men shrugged. "Probably another rat or bird setting off the alarm, chief. This has happened before."

"As long as it is. I need those sceptres safeguarded. The longer we hold them, the more we'll receive when we ransom them back. Now get out out my tent."

The lackeys hurried quickly from the room, the chief following them.

"Darling, wait a second," said the woman.

The bandit chief turned to her as the two men left the tent. "What is it, Sylvia? I don't have time for your games."

The blonde pouted at him, walking up to place her hand on his chest. "Games? I play no games. But I'm feeling... under-appreciated, darling. And we're here, alone. Perhaps you might find some time for your wife?"

"I'm too busy. See to your urges yourself."

With that, the bandit chief stormed from the tent, the flap billowing behind him. Jeffrey watched as the woman's shoulders dropped in disappointment, then she sighed and walked over to the table to pour herself some water.

He took the opportunity to move back into the rear room and grasp the sceptres, being careful to remain as quiet as possible. Picking them up, he crept back towards the front.

His heart sank as he saw the tent flap firmly shut. The woman, who he now knew was called Sylvia, had finished her water and tied the inner knots, sealing him in.

Then he watched as she moved to recline on the plush bed. She reached for her chestpiece, unhooking it and pulling it from her body, then did the same with her leather pants. Soon she was left only in her underwear and Jeffrey tried to pull his eyes away from her as she slid that from her body too. It was improper to be watching a woman undress, even if she were a bandit.

And yet he could not. Her large breasts spilled free of the cloth underclothes and as she slid the other garments from her body she was soon left completely naked. She was truly stunning and his magic cock responded to the sight in its usual fashion.

Jeffrey ignored it, tightening his grip on the two sceptres and summoning up the resolve to leave the tent. The flap was closed tightly, however, and he was unsure how he was going to open it without making himself known. He approached it and stared at the knots holding it down, when a moan from his right caught his attention.

He turned to the noise and bit back a gasp. Sylvia was still lying on the bed, only now she had her left hand between her thighs and was furiously playing with her pussy. A flush had come into her cheeks and she was biting her bottom lip and moaning. Her right hand grasped and kneaded her breasts.

Jeffrey's cock flared into life, quickly growing hard, and he could not help but watch. Yet suddenly a strange feeling passed through him and he felt his skin seem to shiver.

"Who the fuck are you?" shouted Sylvia all of a sudden and Jeffrey realised with horror that she was staring straight at him. She could see him!

It was then that he remembered Marigold's warning about the potion – that the slightest bit of magic would interfere with its effects. Not being a mage, he had largely ignored it (he had no magic he could remember), but it dawned on him now that he had a demon's magic inside him that grew in power when he was horny.

The woman stared at him, obviously waiting for an answer. Then she saw the two sceptres in his hands. Her eyes opened wide.

"You're stealing the sceptres!"

Jeffrey refuted that. He certainly was not stealing them when they had been stolen in the first place. "I am not stealing them. I am returning them," he said simply.

The woman laughed. She did not seem to be taking this very seriously. "My, my. You are a noble man indeed. I guess from your armour that you a Knight of the Land?"

He nodded. Admitting he was a knight might get him into even worse trouble in the middle of a bandit camp but he was proud of his position. "I am indeed. And you are a bandit."

The woman waved her hand at him. "Oh, enough of that. I am not. My husband is, yes, but I would much rather be at a noble's court than here in the wilderness. He is preoccupied with his bands of robbers and thieves that he won't even make time for me. For this!" She waved her hand at her naked body. "Can you believe that? Would you make time for this, Sir Knight?" She bit her lower lip and fluttered her blue eyes at him.

Jeffrey knew he should not get involved, but he did not know what to do. He thought it best to flatter her. It would stall her whilst he thought of a plan. "I would, of course."

"You are too kind," she smirked. "But I'm glad to meet a man who appreciates what I've got."

He nodded, his magic cock responding to her words. "It is only what you deserve, my lady."

"Oh, and so polite, too," she said huskily. Jeffrey could only watch in awe as her hand returned to between her legs, once more finding and playing with her folds. "I have a proposition for you."

His balls twitched. "Yes?"

"I should call the guards right now. If I did, they would be here in moments. You would be strung up and your armour sent back to the queen as a warning to leave us alone. I do not want to even think about what they would do to you," she shook her head, looking sad. "But you have caught me in a delicate moment, Sir Knight. I am unbearably horny. My husband ignores me. Perhaps you might offer me something for my silence?"

"And what would that be?"

She grinned. "That you fuck me, of course. Fuck me well enough and I might not give you up."

Jeffrey's cock made the decision for him. He stepped closer to Sylvia, striding up to the bed, then leant down to kiss her. He did so and after delicately laying the sceptres down on the floor he reached for his armour.

Sylvia continued to play with herself as he undressed in front of her, moaning every time he removed another piece of armour. Jeffrey knew he should not be doing this but his magic cock did not give him a choice.

Soon he was naked and the bandit chief's wife grinned at him as he bent down to kiss her again. This time he reached up to fondle her big tits as he did so and she let him do so happily. Then he pushed her flat and parted her legs. Moments later, his face was buried between her thighs.

"Oh that's it," the blonde moaned, her hands returning to squeeze her breasts as he kissed her cunt.

He brought his fingers up too, sliding two of them into her sopping pussy, enjoying the way she felt around them. He licked and teased her womanhood, bringing her closer to release, and she steadily grew louder as the moment neared.

Then she came, her blue eyes going wide and her juices leaking out around his eager mouth. He lapped at them as she orgasmed against his face and she almost sobbed out the intense pleasure of her release.

He stood when she was done, his member rock hard, and Sylvia smirked and shifted forward to the edge of the bed. She now sat upright with her legs spread and she reached down to hold her folds apart.


"Give me your cock now, Sir Knight," she moaned, staring at him eagerly.

Jeffrey was hesitant. If he were caught, then being a Knight of the Land in the middle of a bandit camp whilst trying to reclaim two priceless sceptres would be bad enough. But if he were also found whilst fucking the chief's gorgeous wife then he'd be even worse off.

But his magic cock didn't appreciate risk, only sex. Not to mention, this woman had promised him her silence if he fucked her. If he refused she would run to the guards and he'd definitely be done for. Jeffrey decided it therefore made sense to fuck her. Yes. Perfect sense.

With that thought in mind he pushed inside her, groaning at the feeling of her hot cunt swallowing up his hard cock. Sylvia's eyes rolled back at the feeling and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding her tight to him.

"Fuck that's nice," she moaned as he started to thrust. His member moved easily into her tight pussy and he groaned loudly at the feeling.

It did not take long for his thrusts to have sped up. Sylvia crossed her legs around his waist as he fucked her and left her arms looped around his neck so that their bodies were almost pressed together. Their sex was passionate but Jeffrey was not surprised if she was as horny as she said she was.

She looked amazing and he moved one hand to rest on the side of her body whilst the other reached between them to grab one of the globes of her big tits. It felt fantastic in his palm and he squeezed it whilst his cock hammered into her cunt.

Her blue eyes flashed as she threw her head back to moan out her pleasure and her blonde ponytail was coming loose from the force of their sex but Sylvia didn't seem to care. Instead, she pulled herself even tighter to Jeffrey, staring into his eyes as her own started to glaze. He could feel her pussy spasming and knew she was about to come.

"Oh fuck!" she shrieked out and he knew she was climaxing around his cock. He could feel her cunt grip his member and that was all he needed. Moments later he came too, his cock firing rope after rope of salty jizz into the bandit chief's wife.

Slowly their orgasms faded and Jeffrey pulled out of the breathless blonde. She grinned at him, her naked body still flushed in the aftermath of such a huge orgasm.

"Well, you fulfilled your part of the bargain," she giggled, slowly sliding from the bed. "I suppose I should uphold mine, Sir Knight." Quickly, she dressed again, before turning back to Jeffrey and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Goodbye," she said with a wink before undoing the knots on the tent flap and slipping outside.

Jeffrey hurriedly pulled his armour back on and grabbed the sceptres. He was just wondering how he would make it out of the tent when he felt his skin shiver. He was invisible again! Jeffrey realised that giving his magic cock release must have negated the demon magic temporarily.

With his invisibility restored he hurried from the tent with the sceptres.

He had to return them.



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 08



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, hurried to the hill where Vrika had said she would meet him. The invisibility potion had worn off only ten minutes or so after he had left the camp and he was grateful he'd been able to make it in time. But make it he had, and he clutched the two sceptres tightly as he jogged through the undergrowth.

Soon he arrived at the mound and he saw Vrika waiting for him at the top. She was wearing a broad grin at the sight of the sceptres and deftly climbed down the hill.

"You got them!" she said happily, reaching out. Jeffrey handed her the glistening silver rod that was the orcish sceptre. It was clearly made by human hands, as he had been told, and she turned it over in her grip. "Fine craftsmanship," she murmured. "Both these sceptres are amazing pieces."

"They are," Jeffrey agreed. "I am glad to have returned them. For the sake of preserving such wonderful items, as well as helping maintain the peace between our peoples."

Vrika grinned. "I do not think our peace would be so easily shattered; trade and friendship have made us grow closer. But you are right - it would not be good to test that. My tribe place a lot of value in this ceremony, it is true, and now we can celebrate its conclusion."

Jeffrey turned to the bandit camp. "It is a shame I could do nothing about the thieves."

"I will tell my Tribe Chieftain where the camp is, Jeffrey," Vrika said seriously. "He will want them captured for what they stole from us. If you let the Duchess know, then our people can capture them together."

"That sounds a good plan. I doubt they will realise the sceptres are missing just yet."

Vrika walked with him as Jeffrey moved into the trees where he had hidden Swift. His mount was waiting for him patiently. He attached the sceptre to her saddle so that it would be secure, then turned back to Vrika. She was not there.

He heard a noise to his left and gasped as he saw the orc emerging from the thick shrubbery behind him, leading a large, hulking lizard. It came up to Swift's shoulders, its green scales glinting in the bright afternoon sun, and wore a saddle on its back. Jeffrey had never seen such a creature, although he had heard about them.

"A salamander!" he said, shocked. "I did not think that I would ever see one."

Vrika grinned. "My tribe use them for transport. They make excellent mounts in the mountains, where horses struggle with their footing. I am surprised you do not know them, though? My people ride them to every ceremony."

"I am not from the city," Jeffrey said simply. "I am a Knight of the Land. I was called to help the Duchess and her people but I am not directly one of them."

Vrika's eyes widened slightly. "Then I am even more impressed, Jeffrey. You would not stand to lose if the sceptres had remained missing, and yet you still risked yourself to find them and protect people you did not know. You are truly an honourable man." 

Jeffrey was embarrassed by her praise. He did not know how to take it. After a moment, the orc grinned at his silence and secured the orcish sceptre on her own mount. Then she turned back to him.

"I must leave, Jeffrey. My people need this sceptre returned."

Jeffrey nodded. "As must I. How long will it take your tribe to reach the castle?"

"A day. We will likely be there by tomorrow morning."

Jeffrey opened his eyes in surprise. "You travel quickly!"

The orc laughed and patted the salamander's back. "Our mounts are fast. Do not worry, though; I will travel slowly, to give you time to get back."

"Thank you, Vrika."

"Well, it would do no good for us to arrive and find your sceptre not yet delivered. No, I will wait."

"Then this is goodbye," Jeffrey said, bowing.

Vrika grinned. "Perhaps not quite yet. For returning the sceptre and thus your services to my tribe, I feel it would be remiss of me not to offer some sort of... reward."

The orc stepped close to him then and before Jeffrey could react she had her hands on his cheeks and was kissing him deeply. He returned the kiss moments later, his magic cock flaring into life despite already being sated less than an hour before.

Vrika's hand slipped to his armour, undoing the knots that held it on and slowly loosening it. Then her fingers slipped beneath it to find his growing erection and started to massage his length. Jeffrey groaned.

The orc grinned at him and stepped away and Jeffrey allowed her to pull his armour loose and let his cock spring free. Seconds later she had sunk to her knees and taken him into her mouth.

Jeffrey groaned at the feeling, reaching out to place his hand on her head. Her braided hair was silky smooth beneath his touch. The gorgeous orc's amber eyes stared at him as she bobbed her head on his shaft.

For a while they stayed that way, sheltered by the trees. The orc knelt in front of him, her hands pumping on his cock and her mouth and tongue exploring every inch. It did not take long for his length to be slick with her saliva.

He stared down at her hungrily before deciding that his cock would be even happier nestled inside her tight cunt. To that end he pulled the orc to her feet, kissing her again and pulling up her chainmail skirt. She was not wearing anything underneath and Jeffrey wondered if she'd been planning this all along.

Not that he wondered for long when Vrika stepped backwards until she was resting against a tree, then tugged him towards her. They kissed again and Jeffrey grabbed her leg, lifting it so that she balanced on only one. The orc's hands dropped to guide his member to her entrance. He pushed inwards with a groan.

Her cunt felt as magnificent as it had done the night before. Soon his entire cock was inside her tunnel and he started to move slowly. She grinned breathlessly at him and moaned at the feeling of him inside her and Jeffrey could only drink in the beauty of the situation.

Soon his hips were moving more quickly and Vrika was pushing herself back against him. Although they were still fully-armoured that did not take away the passion of their sex and Jeffrey enjoyed the way Vrika wrapped one arm around his neck for support as he cock slammed into her cunt.

The wilderness seemed quiet except for their noises of passion and Jeffrey delighted in that. He loved having sex outside (though really he just loved having sex full stop, it didn't matter where) and the way Vrika was moaning and writhing he guessed she was enjoying herself too. He could feel her body tensing.

"Oh fuck, keep fucking me like that and you'll make me come," the orc said suddenly and Jeffrey grunted. That was exactly what he wanted to happen and he sped up his thrusts into the green-skinned beauty.

Her amber eyes flashed and he could tell she was getting close. His own release was near too and his balls were desperate to empty their seed inside Vrika's pussy. He kissed her again, letting her insistent moans grow louder into his mouth and soon the moment was near.

Vrika pulled her head away with a cry as her orgasm exploded inside her. Her cunt grabbed his cock tightly, her walls rippling along his length. She was coming hard, he could tell, and seconds later he joined her as his magic cock twitched, his jizz firing into Vrika's spasming pussy.

They shared that extreme pleasure for a long time, but eventually their orgasms had ebbed away. Jeffrey withdrew from Vrika with a groan and the orc woman grinned at him as she let her chainmail skirt fall about her legs again.

"A welcome reward," he smiled as he tightened his armour once more until he was suitably dressed.

The orc smirked, a flush still on her cheeks in her orgasmic afterglow. "I am glad to hear it."

Jeffrey climbed onto Swift's back then, watching as Vrika mounted her reptilian steed.

"Oh, and Jeffrey?" she said as they prepared to leave.

"Yes?"

"I think it would be better if we did not let others know what happened with the sceptres. I will tell my Tribe Chieftain that they stole both, not just ours, but no one else. They do not need to know."

Jeffrey nodded. "I agree. I will tell the Duchess but no others."

They said their goodbyes then, before Vrika moved off through the trees. Jeffrey pointed Swift in the opposite direction and guided the horse into motion. Soon his mount was racing through the undergrowth, the reins gripped tightly in his hands.

He had to make it back to the castle quickly. 



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 09



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, approached the city walls quickly. The sceptre was still tied tightly to Swift's saddle and he checked it once again as he reached the gates. They were shut, but that was hardly surprising given it was after nightfall, and he stood up in the saddle as a familiar figure glanced over the walls.

"Jeffrey!" Karen said happily. "Wait there and I'll open the gates."

Moments later the gates swung open and Jeffrey hurriedly rode Swift through. Karen was waiting for him.

"You have returned from your quest," she grinned, looking up at him.

"I have indeed. It is good to see a friendly face after my travels, Karen. But I am afraid I cannot tarry long; I must speak with the Duchess at once."

She shook her head with a wry smile. "I have explained before that you cannot, Jeffrey. The drawbridge is raised at night and will only be lowered in an emergency. You will have to wait until morning, as before." A wicked smirk grew on the beautiful guard captain's face. "But if you need somewhere to stay, I have a free bed once again..."

"A most welcome offer, but I simply must see Lady Brenwick tonight. It is just such an emergency."

"Truly?" Karen said, clearly concerned. Then her eyes saw the sceptre tied to Swift's saddle and she gasped. "That is the sceptre for use in the ceremony!"

"Indeed it is. Now you understand why I must see the Duchess at once."

Karen nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course. I shall accompany you."

Jeffrey waited a moment whilst Karen ran off to find a horse. The guards kept a few horses saddled and ready the whole time in case they were needed so she did not have far to go. Soon she returned on horseback and Jeffrey rode quickly with her through the town.

It was still quite busy but then again it was not overly late. Nevertheless the drawbridge to the castle had been raised. They reached it and waited on the far side of the moat.

"Lo there!" Karen called, and the guardsmen on the other side of the moat looked over. "You must lower the drawbridge."

"On whose authority?" a woman's voice called back.

"I am Karen Westonbrook, Captain of the Guard, and it is on my authority."

There was a moment's silence, then suddenly the sound of chains was loud in the night. The drawbridge quickly lowered, banging down onto Jeffrey's side of the bank. Karen's horse was slightly startled by the noise but Jeffrey was pleased to note that Swift was not.

They rode over the bridge and were confronted with the steward bursting from the castle, red-faced and panting. "What is the meaning of this?" he spluttered. "You know this drawbridge is not to be lowered after dark except in dire circumstances!"

Jeffrey dismounted and unhooked the sceptre, clutching it tightly. "I must speak with Lady Brenwick at once, sir. It is a matter of great importance."

He looked at Jeffrey, then at Karen. Then back to Jeffrey. "Then follow me, Sir Knight. I hope that it truly is such an emergency, else there will be trouble."

Jeffrey moved to follow when he felt Karen's hand on his arm. He turned to her. "I cannot accompany you further - I must return to my post. I will take your horse to the stables. Please, seek me out tomorrow if you get the chance." The final sentence was said with a wink, and then Karen was riding back over the drawbridge.

He followed the steward then, realising from the clanking of chains that the drawbridge was already being raised once more. They rushed through the castle, which was fairly empty at this time of night bar the servants moving around, until they reached a large wooden door.

Jeffrey pushed open the door and stepped into the grand room beyond. It was a dining hall, and Catherine sat at a long table, eating on her own at its head. She smiled as he entered, then her eyes dropped to the sceptre clutched in his fist.

"Sir Knight, you found it!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet. She rushed towards him and he offered her the sceptre which she gladly took.

As she stared at it in delight he took the time to let his eyes travel up and down her body, enjoying the way her luxurious red gown hugged her figure and highlighted her impressive cleavage. Her hair was worn up in an extravagant style as it was when he had seen her before, and her beauty spot looked perfect on her gorgeous face.

She glanced up at him then. "Oh Jeffrey, you do not know how much this means to me. To me or the people of this province. You have done us a great service."

"It was nothing, Lady Brenwick. I live to serve the people of the realm."

She smiled sweetly. "Catherine, remember? I do not like my title used except in formal settings."

"I forgot. I apologise, Catherine."

"That's better," she giggled. Then a serious look came across her face. "I must take this to a secure place within the castle, Jeffrey. Tell me, did you find anything out about the bandits?"

Jeffrey explained everything he knew. Catherine gasped when he explained that the bandits had taken the orcs' sceptre too, then her brows furrowed in anger when he told her of their plan to ransom the sceptres back. He even mentioned Vrika's involvement (though obviously not their passionate sex) until finally he was done.

"So the orcs are waiting for us to send a guard contingent to the camp?" Catherine asked.

Jeffrey nodded. "Yes. They want to storm it together." He gave her the parchment that Marigold had made him. "This will lead them there."

Catherine took it without asking where he got it. Instead she clutched it tightly. "Then I shall send a unit of soldiers at once. They will be there by tomorrow afternoon. Thank you, Jeffrey. And do you know when the orcs will arrive here?"

"I was told it could be as soon as the morning," he responded. "They travel quickly."

She laughed sweetly. "Yes, they do." The Duchess turned then, regarding the food. "Very well. I must go to my advisors now to prepare for tomorrow, but you are welcome to stay and eat. I imagine you are hungry after a day's travel and I have eaten my fill."

"A kind offer, Catherine. Thank you."

"Think nothing of it," she smiled back. "I will send a servant to show you to your room for the night."

"My room?"

"The drawbridge is raised overnight, Jeffrey. You shall need somewhere to sleep. And I know just the place."

He thought he saw a glint in her blue eyes and the barest hint of a smirk on her face before she turned away from him and strode from the room. He watched her ass through the gown and then when he was alone quickly changed out of his armour. He did not need to wear it in this place and soon he was dressed in his more comfortable and stylish clothes.

Afterwards, Jeffrey sat down at the table and ate for a short while, then realised how tired he was. Tired, and horny. But that was a normal state of affairs. He sighed, wishing he had been able to take Karen up on her earlier offer but knowing he could not have done. He would just have to take matters into his own hands for tonight.

It was then that he heard a knock at the door and he turned to see a servant in bright livery smiling at him.

"Good evening, Sir Knight," the man said politely. "I was informed that you were to be shown to Lady Brenwick's quarters."

Jeffrey's cock twitched at that thought. The Duchess had said she would find him somewhere to sleep for the night and now she was inviting him to her quarters. He hoped the two were related.

He thanked the servant and followed him through the hallways, past tapestries and side-corridors until at last they came to an archway.

"Her quarters are just through there," the servant said, before bowing and walking away. Jeffrey walked through the arch, seeing a wooden door to his right

He walked over and knocked, then waited. After a few moments, he heard the lock and then the door opened.

"Ah, Jeffrey, please come in," Catherine smiled at him. She waved him inside and Jeffrey entered.

The room was luxurious and spacious, with many elaborate items of furniture, though it was the large bed in the corner that caught Jeffrey's eye first. His magic cock always made sure to notice the places that were good for sex before he noticed anything else.

He heard the Duchess click shut the lock of the door behind him. "I was hoping you would accept my invitation," she continued before moving to stand in front of him, a wicked glint in her eye. She had changed into a flimsy robe and Jeffrey's cock stirred simply at the sight of her.

"How could I not, my lady? A knight must always do as they are asked by someone of noble background."

She mock-pouted. "Is that why you are here, Jeffrey? Out of a sense of duty? I rather hoped you might have come to my bedchambers to... help me celebrate."

With that, she let the robe fall from her shoulders. Jeffrey gasped. Beneath it she was wearing nothing but a white silk negligee that pushed outwards with her huge tits and fell only as far as the very tops of her thighs. She looked sensational.

He swallowed. "Well, I did not want to presume, Lady Brenwick..."

"You may presume, Jeffrey. You may also call me simply Catherine." She stepped close to him, reaching up to stroke his neck. "I've been so preoccupied with worrying about that sceptre, I've not had time to fuck recently. I'd like you to help me change that."

Jeffrey couldn't contain himself anymore. His blood was aflame with lust and he leant down to passionately kiss the Duchess. She yelped slightly in surprise but did not resist, instead kissing him back and wrapping both arms around his neck.

Jeffrey let his hands drop to grasp Catherine's huge tits through the silk garment, enjoying the cool smoothness of the silk but the suppleness of those delightful globes beneath. She merely groaned at the feeling, kissing him harder.

Then Jeffrey stroked lower, grasping the Duchess' ass and picking her up. She did not complain as he moved towards the bed, still kissing her, and dropped her on the edge. Then he broke the kiss and stood up. She lifted the negligee slightly, revealing her sopping cunt, and he did not need to be asked for what she wanted.

"Oh yes," she moaned, reaching out to hold his head as he devoured her pussy. She tasted lovely and he eagerly lapped at her cunt, bringing his fingers into play as well by slowly sliding them inside her.

She moaned again. He began to pump his fingers whilst his tongue played over her clit and soon Catherine was rubbing herself back against his face. He stared up at her as he ate her pussy, enjoying the tension that was clear on her face as she neared her climax.

It did not take long for that moment to arrive. The Duchess cried out as she came and he could feel her cunt spasming against his probing fingers. He moaned into her pussy and enjoyed the knowledge that she was lost in the throes of rapture due to his work.

Soon the orgasm had passed however and the Duchess pushed herself upright. She reached out, running a hand down his chest and grasping his shirt. Her fingers started unbuttoning the garment, eager to get it out of the way, and soon Jeffrey was wearing only his pants.

"Take those off," Catherine purred, and Jeffrey stood up to do so immediately. He threw them to the side when he'd done so, his magic cock hard and ready and turned back to the beautiful blonde.

She was now naked too and had bent over the bed, pushing her ass out towards him, and Jeffrey's balls twitched at the mere sight of her in that position. She grinned wickedly. "It's been a long time since anyone had me like this. But for a man of such youth and vigour as yourself, I think it will be perfect."

"I agree," he murmured, stepping forwards and grabbing her lovely ass. Then he lined himself up with her pussy and slowly pushed inwards.

"Oh yes," she moaned as his cock sank into her hot tunnel. Her walls caressed every inch of him as he thrust deeper, until his hips were flat against her ass.

Jeffrey started to move then and let his body build into a steady rhythm. The Duchess moaned and whimpered at the feeling of him inside her and Jeffrey couldn't resist but grab her lovely ass as he fucked her. She did not seem to mind.

Catherine looked so good that he soon found himself moving with passion. Her entire body shook with the force of their sex and her moans were loud. He could not resist but lean forwards to grab her huge tits and enjoy the feel of them filling his palms as he fucked her from behind.

"You're going to make me come," the blonde whimpered loudly then and he could feel her body tensing.

"Me too," he grunted in return, moving his hands on her shoulders and truly beginning to fuck her hard. Catherine shrieked out in pleasure at the sudden increase in pace and Jeffrey revelled in the sight of her huge tits swinging beneath her at their movements. Moments later her orgasm arrived.

"I'm fucking coming!" she screamed, her blue eyes rolling back. She quivered and shook, her cunt clutching at Jeffrey's invasive cock and that was all the pleasure he needed. With a grunt his jizz exploded into her pussy, mixing with her own juices as they seeped out around his member. Pleasure clouded their minds.

At last they were done and Jeffrey steadied himself by leaning forwards and placing a hand on the bed. The Duchess pulled herself free from his magic cock, still shivering slightly in the aftermath of her massive climax, then kissed him.

"That was wonderful, Jeffrey," she grinned. "Just what I needed."

He chuckled. "Any time, Catherine."

"Any time? Then perhaps I will ask you to spend the night. I might have... need of you again in the morning."

Jeffrey nodded eagerly and no more than a few minutes later both were fast asleep beneath the covers of her luxurious bed.



Sir Jeffrey and the Sceptre Ch. 10



Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke up in Lady Brenwick's bedchamber. The beautiful noble was running her hand across his chest and he grinned at her as the first rays of dawn shone through the window.

"Good morning," he smiled.

"I'm sorry to wake you so early," the Duchess responded. "But the Tribe of the Blue Sword will be arriving soon, from what you said." She smirked, her voice suddenly low and sexy. "I wanted to make sure we had a little more time together before they did."

Jeffrey's eyes opened wide as she threw back the covers and revealed her body. She had put her silk negligee back on before sleeping but it hugged her figure tightly and did not leave anything to the imagination. Yet it was not her own body she was interested in and she quickly sat up to kiss Jeffrey and guide him flat onto the bed again.

Then she kissed lower down his body until she was crouched by his waist, straddling his right leg. Her blue eyes stared into his as she took his cock into her mouth. Jeffrey groaned at the feeling of the Duchess kissing his length and enjoyed the way her tongue played with his tip. Her hand wasn't still either as it pumped on his member, making sure that the places her mouth couldn't reach were still properly stimulated. Soon his cock was wet with her saliva and her eyes sparkled up at him as she delivered a superbly skillful blowjob.

Just then there was a knock at the door and Catherine pulled her head from his member to answer. "Yes?" she said, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair back over her ear with her free hand. Her free hand, because the other continued to pump on Jeffrey's length.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, my lady, but the Tribe of the Blue Sword are at the city gates. They are waiting for permission to enter," said a voice from the other side of the thick wood.

Lady Brenwick nodded. "Very well. Show them to the castle."

"As you wish, my lady."

Jeffrey groaned unhappily. He was enjoying this blowjob a huge amount and it was a tremendous disappointment to have to stop it halfway through. Catherine looked back at him then and smirked.

"Do not be so sad, Jeffrey. We are not done yet - we just need to hurry things along a bit."

With that she reached for her negligee, grasping it and tugging it over her head in one smooth movement. Her glorious naked body was revealed and Jeffrey groaned at the sight. Then she climbed up his body until she was straddling his waist, before lining him up with her entrance. Sinking down onto his cock, she moaned. Jeffrey repeated the noise as her tight cunt drew him in every inch of the way.

She was soon moving on his member, her hips rising and falling. Her blue eyes glowed with the satisfaction of having him inside her and Jeffrey reached up to grab her giant breasts, which hung down invitingly. They felt wonderful in his hands, almost as wonderful as the feeling of her hot pussy sliding over his magic cock.

Knowing that time was short it did not take the Duchess long to be bouncing more wildly on his shaft. The orcs could arrive at any moment, yet Catherine was willing to delay things in order to have Jeffrey fuck her. She was clearly very horny, and that knowledge brought him hurtling towards climax.

"I'm going to come, Catherine," he groaned, and she grinned.

"Yes! Me too! Yes!"

She slowed then, her body starting to shake as her cunt clamped down on his shaft. He knew she was coming, especially from the rapturous scream torn from her lungs moments later. His seed erupted from his magic cock at the same time, spraying powerfully into her depths, and they came together.

Afterwards, the Duchess climbed off him with a breathless grin, and with a smirk slid from the bed. Jeffrey watched as she hurriedly pulled on a fresh dress from her wardrobe and redid her hair. Soon she was ready and Jeffrey enjoyed how stunning she looked.

Turning back to him, she let her eyes linger on his naked body and smiled. "You are welcome to stay for the ceremony, Jeffrey, as reward for your honourable service. For both returning the sceptre and then... giving it to me."

"It was my pleasure, Lady Brenwick," he said with a seated bow.

She winked. "And mine." Then she slipped from the room, heading downstairs to greet the orcs.

Jeffrey lay there a moment before climbing from the bed himself. Washing his face in the bowl of water at the foot of the bed, he put his clothes back on and left the room. The castle was a hive of activity now that the orcs were here and Jeffrey slowly made his way to the main hall. Catherine had invited him to the ceremony, after all.

It was lined on both sides by throngs of people, most from the town itself, with soldiers stood at the very front forming a wide aisle. At one end were large wooden doors and at the other sat the Duchess on a raised plinth with her advisors at her sides.

A horn blew then, silence descending upon the masses. Moments later, the heavy wooden doors swung open and a group of thirty or forty figures entered on foot. The main hall was large enough that Jeffrey could not make out faces from this distance but they were clearly orcs nonetheless. Their green skin was obvious, and their style of dress whilst still attractive was very different to that of this court.

The men wore their loose shirts open to reveal their hard chests and their pants tucked into tall boots that almost reached their knees. Whilst Jeffrey would look odd wearing such clothes, it sorted the orcs perfectly. The women were dressed just as exotically. Their garb consisted of a long skirt that fell to the ankles of its wearer but the top half did not cover as much, revealing a generous amount of cleavage and also leaving the midriff exposed completely.

The orcs came closer and Jeffrey then noticed the man and woman at the head of the group. Both had greying hair and weathered faces. He knew that orcs aged at a similar rate to humans and so this couple were probably in their early sixties. The man clutched the sceptre that he had returned to Vrika and Jeffrey guessed that the orc was the Tribe Chieftain and the woman was his wife.

Behind them walked a younger pair of orcs. One was a very handsome man in his mid-thirties, Jeffrey would guess, with broad shoulders and a pretty, if strong, face. The other was a woman and as she scanned the crowd Jeffrey's eyes opened wide.

Vrika!

She did not see him and Jeffrey was shocked to see her at the head of the procession. Then again she had returned the orcs' sceptre to the tribe so he could understand if she were given an honourable role in proceedings as a reward.

"The chief's son is so hot!" Jeffrey heard a woman's voice giggle to his right and he glanced over to see a young noble couple watching on.

The man grinned at his female companion. "His daughter's even better looking," he chuckled.

Jeffrey leaned over. "His daughter?"

The man glanced over at Jeffrey and smiled. "Yes, the young woman behind him. She comes every year, and I swear each time she's hotter than the last."

Jeffrey was shocked. The man could only be referring to Vrika - she was the Chieftain's daughter! He did not have long to take in that knowledge however before the group reached the plinth and the Duchess stood up.

"Welcome to my castle, Chieftain," she said clearly, holding her sceptre. "Your people walk amongst friends here."

The lead orc bowed, the rest following suit. "I am honoured by your greeting, Duchess." Then he stood straight and lifted the sceptre. "We are here to reaffirm our friendship and the solidarity between us."

Jeffrey watched as the man walked halfway up the plinth and stopped, holding the sceptre above his head. "On behalf of the Tribe of the Blue Sword, I swear allegiance and trade with your people."

An excited murmur ran through the crowd as Lady Brenwick stepped down towards the orc, meeting him at the halfway point. She raised her own sceptre.

"On behalf of the people of this province, I pledge our friendship and trade to the Tribe of the Blue Sword."

Then the sceptres touched, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Jeffrey grinned at the successful conclusion of matters. Glancing over at the Duchess, he saw her and the Tribe Chieftain bow at one another ornately before she beckoned them through the rear doors deeper into the castle. Soon the orcs had all passed through.

Not long after he was invited through those doors too along with the rest of the nobles and a good number of commoners. It did not surprise him to learn that Catherine had made sure all walks of life were represented - she seemed a very fair ruler.

After a few hours idle conversation the feasting truly began and by early evening the festivities were in full flow. Jeffrey was having a wonderful time meeting new people and sampling the food and wine, and he was engaged in conversation with two young men who aspired to be knights when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and almost gasped.

Karen stood there but she was no longer in her guard's livery. Instead she had changed into a short black dress, which pushed up her incredible cleavage and also revealed a lot of her lovely legs. It was far from indecent but it was still very revealing and she looked amazing in it. He heard the young men gasp behind him at the sight of her and then they quickly scurried away, leaving him alone with the guard captain.

"Hello, Jeffrey," she said with a smirk. "I hope I've not pulled you away from too important a conversation."

He swallowed and shook his head. "Not at all, Karen. You look... sensational."

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." She winked. "I had intended to introduce you to an old friend of mine amongst the orcs tonight. I thought that you and her would get along very well; she and I certainly do. But it appears you are already... intimately acquainted."

"We are?"

"Don't you remember, Jeffrey?" Vrika giggled as she joined them, a wicked smile on her face. "Surely you've not forgotten me already?"

His jaw dropped. "You know each other?"

Vrika and Karen looked at one another and laughed. Then the guard captain spoke. "Yes, we met when we were only teenagers at the first ceremony I attended. I was an ambitious young guard on duty and Vrika was the hotheaded daughter of the Tribe Chieftain."

"You're still an ambitious young guard," Vrika said.

"And you're still hotheaded," Karen teased back. They laughed again.

Jeffrey couldn't believe this. What were the odds?

Suddenly, both women looked more serious. Vrika stepped closer to him. "But since you are already familiar with both of us, Jeffrey, we can skip the formal introductions and get right to the point. Would you like to go upstairs?"

His balls twitched at her words and the horny look in her eyes. "You did not tell me you were the daughter of the Tribe Chieftain. Will your father not mind your absence?" he asked, worried he would cause a diplomatic incident.

"Not at all," Vrika giggled. "After all, he doesn't seem to care about my brother." She motioned behind Jeffrey then, and he turned to see the handsome young orc and the Duchess disappearing together up the stairs at the rear of the room.

Karen sidled up to him then, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "All this talk of sex has got me riled up, friends, and yet we're simply standing here. May I suggest we move upstairs?"

Jeffrey and Vrika agreed and before long he was following both women up the stairs at the rear of the room. Vrika took a left at the top, into what he assumed was the guest wing, and soon they were stood outside a wooden door. She unlocked it, waving him and Karen through, and they stepped inside quickly.

Karen started kissing him almost as soon as he was through the door, her huge tits squashing against his chest. He heard Vrika laugh behind him as she stepped through afterwards, shutting the door and locking it. Then the orc moved behind him and kissed his neck. She pressed her body against his back and he delighted in the feel of two hot women against him.

Then Karen's fingers found his shirt and unbuttoned it, pulling it from his body as Vrika undid his belt and pants. Between them, the two women had him naked in moments. He reached out then, undoing the knots to Karen's short dress and tugging it from her body, gasping as her naked form was revealed. He did not wait long, however, before turning to Vrika and delicately removing her garments too.

Soon all three were naked and Vrika and Karen grinned wickedly at one another before both grasping Jeffrey's hands and practically throwing him onto the bed. He rolled onto his back as the two gorgeous women crawled up the bed to join him and reached out to fondle their tits.

They did not allow him to for long, however, before they were moving. Without a word spoken between them, Karen climbed up his body and lowered her pussy onto his face. He reached up to wrap his hands round her waist and tug her closer to him, enjoying the taste of her as he started to devour her wet cunt. At the exact same time Vrika shifted further down the bed and took his cock into her mouth.

Jeffrey hungrily ate Karen's pussy as the gorgeous woman moaned above him whilst at the same time groaning in pleasure himself at Vrika's work. Whilst he could not see the orc he knew what she would look like hunched over and with his cock in her mouth and that image when coupled with the sight of Karen above him sent horniness burning through his veins.

Soon Karen was quivering above him and he could see from the look in her brown eyes that she was getting very close. Vrika meanwhile was kissing down the sides of his member and Jeffrey moaned at her delicate work. He reached up with his right hand to grab one of Karen's massive tits, squeezing the globe as he pleasured her pussy, and it achieved the desired effect. Seconds later, she climaxed hard against his face.

He grinned into her cunt as her twitching pussy leaked its delicious juices over his face. Karen's eyes rolled back at strength of her orgasm, her muscles spasming and he continued to kiss her pussy even as she came.

Soon however the moment had passed and she pulled herself from him with a shaky grin. Settling down by his side she reached out to stroke Vrika's back and Jeffrey watched as she encouraged the orc to sit on his cock.

Vrika did not need to be told again and with a smirk of her own she stopped sucking his member, instead throwing a leg over him and quickly settling on his rigid length. Jeffrey gasped as the orc's cunt drew him in, her hot walls clutching at his invasive cock.

Soon she was bouncing, her big tits shaking with the movements and her amber eyes flashing with the pleasure of it. Jeffrey reached up to grab those two mounds on her chest, enjoying the way the green-skinned beauty moaned in response. Suddenly Karen leant down to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and he returned the motion as he started to meet Vrika's downward strokes with his own thrusts.

"By the moon, that's nice..." the orc moaned loudly and Jeffrey thrust upwards harder. He could tell she was approaching her climax and he wanted to feel her come around his magic cock. From the need that was etched on her face he guessed that she wanted that too and she rolled her hips slightly as he fucked her.

Karen pulled away then to better allow Jeffrey to see Vrika's body. The guard watched on, her hand dropping between her legs to play with herself as Jeffrey and the orc fucked passionately. Vrika's eyes slowly clouded, then rolled back as the moment arrived.

"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her, her pussy spasming against his cock. He could feel her walls tighten on his member as pleasure assaulted her mind and he knew she was coming hard.

Eventually however the moment had passed and Vrika let herself rest there in post-orgasmic bliss, a broad grin on her face. She did not stay there long, though, clearly aware that Karen wanted to feel Jeffrey inside her, and so pulled herself from his member.

His cock sprang free but it did not stay that way for long. Moments later Karen had sucked him into her mouth.

After a minute or so she pulled her head from Jeffrey's member and smiled at the gorgeous orc who had just ridden him so passionately. "You taste good, Vrika," she grinned, before turning to Jeffrey. "And now, Jeffrey, it's my turn."

She didn't break eye contact with him as she let herself sit down, then lie flat, lifting her legs and exposing her juicy cunt once more. Jeffrey had already tasted it that evening but now he wanted more and only seconds elapsed before he was buried to the hilt inside the gorgeous woman.

"That's so good," she moaned as he started to move, his cock sliding easily into her pussy. Her brown eyes glowed with pleasure.

Soon his hips were moving more quickly and Karen's whole body rocked in trying to meet his thrusts. Her cunt welcomed him in every time he slammed his hips against hers and it did not take long for him to be fucking her with vigour. Her mouth was open, long moans drawn from her lungs every time their hips collided, and Jeffrey kissed her deeply as the pace of their sex increased again.

Vrika knelt beside them, leaning down to kiss Jeffrey's neck. Then she pulled away slightly, instead whispering into Karen's ear so quietly that Jeffrey could not hear her, but from the way Karen moaned and the lustful look on her face he guessed that she was encouraging her to climax.

Jeffrey was delighted in that and he felt his balls twitch. He knew he was going to come and he stared into Karen's eyes. "I'm so close," he growled as his orgasm neared.

"Me too, me too!" the black-haired beauty responded, and moments later her words came true. Her cunt seized hold of his cock as she orgasmed, a shriek torn from her lungs at the feeling. He could see the pleasure in her eyes and feel the rapturous pulses of her tunnel. That was all he needed to push him over the edge, and his cum burst from his member, painting Karen's tunnel with its hot seed. Bliss overcame him at the feeling.

Jeffrey was lost to the pleasure of his release for what seemed like hours even though it could not have been. Eventually, though, it finally faded and he withdrew from Karen with a happy sigh. She too looked satisfied by the evening's entertainment and Vrika grinned at them both in her own orgasmic afterglow.

Afterwards, Jeffrey settled down on the bed, enjoying the way the two women moved to lie on either side of him. Whichever way he looked, a beautiful woman was there to greet him.

He grinned to himself.

Another quest completed; another happy ending.

THE END