3 comments/ 6117 views/ 4 favorites The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 01 By: Snikkel To my readers, First of all I think I should apologize to the people that started reading my story, and whom I left hanging. Although I have a good reason for not continuing the story back then, I should have given notice, and I'm sorry I did not. When I resumed to the story I decided to revise the already submitted chapters, because to me some parts felt rushed, and I was of the opinion I could do better. This chapter I'm now submitting is a bundle of four of the five chapters already posted on this site. I tried to change the story as little as possible, and in the case you did read those earlier posted chapter you could skip this one. However there are changes, so to prevent confusion I do advise to read this one nonetheless. My special thanks goes to Sofie and Jamie, my two editors, without whom this story would have been less enjoyable for you, the reader. I can ensure you that this little text, which I will submit unedited, is not representable for the following story. Another thing I do ensure you of, is that I imagined all the following characters to be of an age necessary to legally act out their roles. Now rests me no more than to wish you much pleasure in reading my work. So please enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------- Little puffs of red dust were stirred up every time his boots hit the dry road. The sky refused to yield any rain, and the trees as well as the small bushes on either side of the road were bone-dry. The smallest spark could turn it in to a inferno. Dust of two days walking soiled his face, and his pouring sweat made him look as if he was melting away. His normally blond and curly hair was crusted into a reddish brown mass. Even if walking was sometimes essential in his line of work, he didn't have to like it. So he walked further west, cursing his luck and cursing the people that were responsible for him having to be there. Sometimes all of that cursing was interrupted by muttering, an indication that he thought about his black hunter, which he had to leave behind in the stables of Bramen Castle. After an hour or two of walking, cursing and growling, he looked up to see the dense vegetation suddenly make way for grassland. The retreat of the trees made the blue sky clearly visible. Standing there on the edge of the forest, the young man who would introduce himself to others as Mathew, let out a string of curses that the trees behind him would frown upon, if they were capable of facial expressions. On the horizon, he could see the first sign of what was to come, the only thing he hated more than walking in the heat; walking in the rain. But before he had finished cursing, he spotted smoke rising behind the next hill top, so he abruptly stopped what he was doing and got on with walking. The moment he reached the top of the hill, there was a little farm, nestled between the slopes, and a little bridge over the stream that crossed to the porch. 'Peaceful' was the first thing that popped into his mind and he chuckled at the thought. He had heard much about the hospitality of the people living in this area and hopefully the inhabitants of this little house would be as welcoming as their home suggested. After carefully wrapping his bow, short sword and knives up in an oiled rag, he hid them under a hedge. He also deposited his leather vest in the little hiding place. Armed with only a long hand knife he made his way to the farmstead. A woman, in the fall of her life, was tending to a flock of geese. She looked up when she heard the muffled sound of boots meeting the wooden bridge. Still bent over, her gaze fell upon the young and dusty wanderer. Her dark blond curls were bound together preventing them from falling in front of her face. Her face must have been called pretty, in a peasant kind of way, when she was in the prime of her youth, but the process of aging and years of hard work had left their marks. "Greetings. My name is Mathew and I'm on my way to the monastery of Karligen," the youthful man said. "When I saw your lovely home from the top of the hill, I hoped that I could get some respite, from the road and shelter from the approaching storm." "A good day to you to young man. Good folk always finds an open door, and you have the look of a good folk. My man will shortly be coming back from the fields, then you can join us for supper, " the farmer's wife answered in the local degeneration of the common tongue, pitching her voice on the most ridiculous moments and drawing vowels to insane lengths. "The tub is out back and there is a well. If you want warm water, you have to chop the wood logs stacked behind the barn." The ax met the wood with forceful blows while Mathew was chopping it into easy, manageable pieces. The amount of chopped wood was already far more than he actually needed to warm his bath. He had been working his way through the pile of trunks while the water was being heated; suddenly Mathew stopped, because he heard a gasp. There behind him stood the origin of the sound, a girl who could hardly be called a young woman. She was the mirror image of her mother, but a quarter of a century younger. Her blond curls were loosely bound together behind her head and her smooth face showed a tint of red as her gaze lingered on the young man's lean and muscular upper body. Suddenly she was genuinely interested in the ground at her feet and with a soft voice, hardly more than a whisper she said, "I have some soap and clothes from our farmhand. You can wear them while yours dry, my Ma said." Their eyes met briefly before the girl quickly turned around and hurried away. Stepping in the tub, Mathew had to admit that he had changed his opinion about his luck. Freshly bathed and in clean clothes, he went into a neat little kitchen. Pots and kettles hung on one side, while the other was one big cabinet filled with a wide variation of herbs, pots and all the others things women use in the kitchen, next to this cabinet was a second door which presumably led to another room. The room was dominated by pine wood table that had been laid out for four; the farmer sat and waited for his evening meal, while his wife and daughter put some finishing touches on it. "Ah, you must be Mathew. My wife told me you're on your way to the monastery, but you don't have the look of a boy suited for a life in the brotherhood of Luck," the farmer's accent was even worse than his wife's , but Mathew smiled and nodded, not wanting to offend the good man. "My name is Hilbert. This is my wife Francine and daughter Annika. Sit down, food will be served, lad." "Thank you master Hilbert." "I be no master. A simple farmer I am and just Hilbert. Women, give the boy a meal. So tell me, what is a young, strong lad like you doing on his way to the Monks?" "My father is a merchant in Bramen and to get permission to trade in Karligen, he had to promise his second son to the order. Since I have an older and younger brother that would be me." "That's a good thing you'd be doing. A child sure should obey his father," the farmer answered. "So you want to stay for the night? We are always willing to house a guest, but sure it wouldn't be too much asked if we let you do some chores. I've some wood that needs to be chopped and some fences that need to be looked at." "Mathew already chopped most of the wood in the back," the girl said before she blushed into her plate. The farmer frowned at her. "Okay, then he will have to do less tomorrow and can continue his journey earlier." Looking back to his guest he said, "You can sleep in the barn's loft. There is the bed where me farmhand used to sleep, most of the time." "No problem, good man. Please tell me if you need help with something else, I'm very grateful for you letting me sleep under your roof." Mathew was just getting ready to sleep when the storm he had predicted reached it fiercest point. Lying on his back he listened to the loud sweeps of thunder, something you only can enjoy with a roof above your head. Rain clashed down the roof, the splashing making a terrible sound much like the fabled waterfalls of Orneka in one of the childhood stories, his wet-nurse had told him time after time. A big hole in the roof on the left front side of the barn let the rain in freely. Just as the youngster wanted to turn onto his side and close his eyes, the lighting illuminated the night sky, and then he saw a silhouette crouched in the blazing storm. In reflex, he put his hand under his bag and grabbed the hilt of the knife he put there. "Who is there? Name yourself!" he called out. "It's just me; Annika." was the answer. "What are you doing out there? Come on in. It is raining cats and dogs, silly girl." He put his knife in the bag and waited. She came up the ladder, her wet nightgown stuck to her plump frame. If the shivering wasn't obvious enough, the hard bubs on her mounds indicated how cold she was. Upon closer inspection, Mathew noticed that the once white cloth was now nearly transparent and her dark aureoles were clear to see. "You look cute standing there, but take off those wet clothes and I'll give you my shirt to wear."` To put his words into action, he pulled his shirt over his head. "Okay, but you have to close your eyes." "You have seen me bare-chested twice already!" he exclaimed. Giggling, she answered, "Come on, turn around and no peeking." After some long seconds, she finally said "Okay, you can look now." "Sit down and we can share my blanket. It is much cozier," he said slyly. Quickly, she sat next to him, and he draped the blanket over her shoulders. "What you said just there, did you mean it? " Annika asked with a shy smile. "I do not know what you're talking about. What did I say?" "Aw, you know exactly what you said, silly. You said I looked cute. Did you really think I looked cute? " A shy smile showed on her face. "No, I said you look good and you still do." As he said that, he leaned forward and gently brushed her wet hair behind her ear and kissed her lightly on her lips. Her first reaction was to draw back, but then she pushed her mouth forcefully against his. As soon as his lips parted, she started to wiggle her tongue inside with the skills of someone who watched the act a dozen times but didn't know the inner workings. While they were busy making a mental map of each other's mouths, Mathew's hands caressed her back, descending to the hem of the shirt he just gave her. He locked his thumbs under it and slowly pushed it upwards. His hands crept higher. While his left hand lingered on her back, his right one cupped her breast. Annika let out a shivering moan as his thumb brushed over her nipple. The lovers broke their kiss as he swiftly pulled the shirt over her head. Free of the garment, she pressed her bare breast against his chest. In one motion, Mathew laid her on her back and stared down at her body, which had yet to completely develop. With an almost hungry growl he dove down, sucking her left teat into his mouth while the right one got entertained by his left hand. The girl was panting, sucking and licking the middle and index fingers of his other hand. With a few licks and nibbles he parted from her now fully erect dug, just to start traveling down to her Eldorado. First, he kissed his way in to the shallow valley of her bosom, proceeded to lick down to her belly button and then bit playfully in the padding that was the result of adequate nutrition. An excited giggle escaped through the girl's slightly parted lips. Almost eye to eye with his target, he was only hindered by the long skirt she was wearing. Firmly, he grabbed the skirt and hoisted it up to her hips. Then he was greeted by the sight of her bare womanhood. "I'm not wearing any undergarments," the girl let out with a giggle. "Do you like it?" With a grin on his face, he looked up. "I love it." Stroking his right hand down her thigh, his left went up to caress her breasts. Simultaneously, they reached their destinations, and he ran one finger up her moist slit resulting in a surprised groan. His index finger traveled up and down that road on its own before it was accompanied by his neighbor and together they ventured into the dark wet chasm of her matriarchy. Faster and faster, his hand worked as she moaned into his mouth. Suddenly her small hand grabbed his wrist. "Stop." she muttered. "I want your thing inside me." He sat on his knees between her parted legs, and as Annika moved forward to undo his belt, she brushed her hand against the outline of his shaft and let out another excited giggle. He grabbed the back of her hand and pushed his lips forcefully on hers to silence her. The clumsy fondling paid off and his pants fell down, freeing his cock which slapped lightly against her tummy. Their lips parted and the girl gasped as she looked down. "I've never seen one this close." She grabbed it and looked astonished, "It feels so hot. I want it now!" With those words she fell back onto the hay. Gently, he rubbed the tip of his rod along the lips no male ever had parted, lubricating them with the wetness oozing out of her. Once wet enough, he slipped his head into her folds. The girl's eyes went wide. "You're inside me," Annika whispered. "Not fully," he answered. "this is going to hurt." And before the girl could comprehend what he had said, Mathew pushed through her hymen. A cry of pain was sent out into the night and her brown eyes went watery with tears. The young man rested his pelvis against hers and waited impatiently until she had adjusted to his size. "Are you alright? " he asked with a caring voice. "Yes, it did hurt really bad, but now it does less. I just feel so, stuffed." Mathew started to withdraw his penis out of the hot and tight vagina, just to push it back in at the last moment. Leaning on his right hand, his left was free to play with her nipples. Lustful moans and grunts filled the night air only to be interrupted by the thunder in the distance. While Mathew increased the speed, his playing changed to tweaking her tit. Soon, the girl's nipple was flaming red, but she felt only pleasure. He was pounding mercilessly into her defiled cunt and all she could do was scream in ecstasy. Annika's pussy walls spasmed around his dick. It put him on the edge and the tingling in his balls became almost painful. Six powerful strokes later, he shot his sperm into her womb. Released he rolled onto his back and was about to doze away fulfilled, when he felt someone cuddle up to him. "That was amazing," the girl said, resting her head on his torso. "Yeah, but I think you should go back inside now." Her serene expression changed to one of disbelief. "But, why? " she said, pouting. "Look, it's already late and we will see each other tomorrow morning," he answered, careful to keep his disgust out of his voice. "You are right. So, you think you're going to stay? I could convince my Pa to hire you. You wouldn't have to go the monks. The journey could be dangerous, with the rebels around." She kept on annoying him. "That sounds good. I'll think about it and we'll talk tomorrow." Satisfied that she had convinced him, she gave him a peck, took her clothes and left the barn. The next day the girl had to hide her tears when she found out that the young man who had taken her virginity had left before first light. The one who had introduced himself as Mathew couldn't care less. ***** A throbbing pain in her head and the sun burning on her neck were the first two things Klarissa felt when she came back to the conscious world. Her eyes opened to gaze on the muddy road that moved along under her. "So the storm of last night didn't bring the release we all hoped for," was her first and last thought before she glided back into the dark void. The next time she woke up her head still hurt but she was much clearer of thought. She noticed she lay on the back of a horse, her hands as well as her feet bound. According to the shadows cast by the trees, it had to be around noon. The road moved under her as Klarissa thought back on the ill-fated event which had landed her in this despicable position. They had a plan, a simple plan, a plan that had worked before. The word had come in that the Earl had ordered a load of weapons and armor to equip his new recruits. Since these were things the rebels could put to good use, she and twelve others had planned an ambush on the road from Karligen to Bramen. The shipment came, and six of the fifteen guards died by arrow, nice and clean. The band of rebels had emerged from the bushes and were finishing off the survivors when disaster struck. By the time she heard the trampling of the hooves, it had been too late. A squadron of royal horsemen came galloping down the road. Her men died all around her and a club hit her on the back of her head. Hanging like a sack over the horse wasn't the most comfortable manner of riding, and as the miles went by, the pressure on her bladder increased. She hadn't moved yet, therefore her guards -- she counted five, all the Earl's men -- hadn't noticed she was awake. She listened in on their conversation but she didn't learn anything she didn't already known or suspected. They were on the road to Bramen; all of her companions were dead, and she, or the 'rebel bitch' as they had named her, was to be judged and hanged in Bramen. Around the time the fullness of her bladder became slightly painful, a rider came down the road. It was one of the king's horsemen, who apparently functioned as an out-rider. "There is a little pond with some trees about half an hour walking from here and it suits well to rest up at noon," he said as soon he had reached the party. After the skirmish and the long walk, the men were tired, but the thought of getting out of the burning sun seemed to give them extra energy and they reached the resting place much faster than predicted. Klarissa's horse had just stopped when a couple of hands grabbed her feet and yanked her from the saddle. With her hands bound, there was no way she could break her fall and she landed with her face in the cool mud. That seemed to amuse the men. A boot met her side and she let out a sob, which was met with more laughter. "Time to wake up, bitch," said a harsh voice above her, and the boot that just kicked her was used to turn Klarissa on her back. Now she could see her tormenter. A fat man was grinning down at her. His belly put the leather straps of his harness to the test. Behind him stood a rat-faced youth; the fresh cut over his right cheek would leave a nasty scar that wouldn't do much good to his already ugly face. "Yeah, take a good look at what you've done. It fucking hurts." he said with a shrill voice. "You're lucky you got rescued or else that little scratch wouldn't worry you anymore," Klarissa answered. "Shut your whore mouth!" the fat one spat out. "All your friends are food for the worms and you will be hanging on the gallows in a few days." As if to put force to his words, he kicked her a second time. "Yeah, all your friends are dead and you'll go to the gallows, bitch," the younger one snickered. They waited for an answer that didn't come. For good measure, she got another kick before the two turned around and went to get some water from the stream. Left on her own, she had the opportunity to gaze around. They had stopped in a shallow vale. Due to a blockage of drift wood and leaves, the creek had formed a little pond around which had grown into dense vegetation.She was as familiar with this place as she was with the rest of the earldom of Bramen. She roamed the land since her father, who had been a huntsman for the earl, had taken her for the first time on a trip shortly after her mother died. Back then, she had been twelve years old. Her knowledge of the countryside had come to good use in the sixteen months of leading the rebels against her husband's father, the Earl. The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 01 She knew where she was, and she knew that following that stream would lead her to the woods, which concealed their home base. But all that knowledge was of little help since there was no way of escape and with all her companions dead, no one would rescue her in time. Their next stop was in a village with a small garrison and a stone hold fast. Her thought were disturbed when another guard came up to her, carrying a cup of water. "I suppose you're thirsty. Here, drink." Klarissa took the cup and gulped the water down. "Thank you," she said "I have to pee." "What?" "Could you please unbind me so I can pee?" The man turned around and shouted at the group. "Hey sarge, the bitch wants me to release her so she can take a leak!" "Fuck off, you ain't gonna to that! If she wants to piss, she can do that here and with her hands bound," answered a big and bearded man. The group erupted in laughter. Klarissa clenched her jaws. She wasn't going to do that! She couldn't do that! It was not like it was her modesty she was concerned about; she had grown up among men and had practically lived in the woods for the last nine years, so there was little of that. However, she knew what danger there was in sitting there with her hands bounds and her pants down. But with every minute that went by she became more willing to take that risk. What were her options? To soil herself? To live the last days of her life in pissed pants? To sit in court and walk up to the hangman stinking and covered in her own urine? That was no way to go, not for a martyr as she had to become. And what was the worst thing they could do to her? It wasn't like she was a virgin. That she had given away a long time ago. And so she came to her decision only a couple of minutes after her request was denied. She looked around and saw none of the men were watching her. The guards were playing dice or asleep, and the king's man was taking care of his horse. Maybe she could perform her act without being noticed. With her bound hands, she opened up the leather straps that kept her pants up, pulled them down, squatted and let it flow. She sat with her back to the group. At first, it seemed the most reasonable thing to do but after a couple of seconds, she began to feel uneasy. Unseen in the dense reeds was a eight person. He had arrived about an hour before and had gone into hiding as soon the horsemen came by the first time. At that same spot, he had been waiting when the party arrived. Six man, a prisoner and two horses. All of the men looked very tired and weary, and as soon as they had halted, they let themselves fall to the ground except for two of them, the fattest and the youngest. They walked over to the horse the prisoner lay on. The fat one grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the ground. Draped over the saddle, he had only seen a pair of long and well-formed legs topped by what man of lower class would call a tight ass. With her laying on her back, he could see she had brown hair that reached to her shoulders. Her mud covered face was a little bit sharp but certainly pretty. The leather vest she wore fit tight around her narrow waist and rather smallish bosom. But the most stunning feature were her dark eyes staring fiercely and full of hatred up at the two men. The young man in the bushes also noticed that she wasn't afraid. What a pity it would be if they got to hang that. He followed their conversation and when the men turned away he kept watching her. Then an older guard came to offer a cup of water. Probably has a daughter of the same age, the observers thought. The woman stated her request, but it was denied; apparently, there wasn't too much of a resemblance with his offspring. Carefully keeping an eye on her, he could see the inner monologue play out on her face, concerning the dilemma of whether to urinate or not. Even before she knew herself, he was sure she was going to do it. Calmly, he watched as she squatted down and displayed her well-shaped and beautiful naked bottom. He watched as the pee started splashing on the ground and when the first man noticed, he tensed up like a cat ready to jump, but he kept watching. "Wow, look at that, she is pissing," one of the guards said behind her and Klarissa wasn't so sure about her decision anymore. "Look at that tight ass," another voice spoke. "It is really a shame they're going to hang that bitch." Klarissa heard the men come closer. She was almost finished and started to pull up her pants. "What are you doing, the show ain't over yet." And she got kicked over, her behind now prominently displayed to the laughing men. "The whore likes it. Look, she's already wet!" one of them said. "That's piss, stupid," his comrade said with scorn. "Don't care. I would still like a piece of that. Can we, Sarge?` "I don't know," was the answer. The silence that followed gave reason to hope. "She's an outlaw and as long you leave her in one piece so we can bring her in front of the Earl, no one will care what you do to her." It was the king's man who had spoken and her heart sank to her stomach. It was all they needed to hear and the hands came, grabbing and pinching her painfully; hands led by lust. At first, she was face down and the hands roamed over her back and bum, but soon that wasn't enough anymore. They turned her on her back and someone cut the straps that kept her vest, exposing her fleshy globes to the grabbing hands, mouths and tongues joined in biting and licking, nibbling on her nipples. There was no more talking, only deep animalistic groans of lust. She didn't want to see it, she didn't want to feel it and she didn't want to hear it. But she only had power over one of this things. And so she laid there helpless with her eyes closed and endured. Despite her revulsion and determination not to enjoy it, her body didn't obey her mind and when a finger went to her pussy, it slipped in with ease. She had to clench her jaws to suppress a moan. Soon the finger withdrew and was replaced by something bigger. She gasped as the first penis began into pound in to her. Soon, it spilled its seeds and was replaced by another. Surrounded and touched by unseen hands, mouths and dicks, the woman couldn't contain her arousal. She started to moan and squirm. Her squirming body was held down by forceful hands and the moaning got muffled by a member pushed between her parted lips. In lust, she started sucking. Her body started to burn all over, her back arched and she let out a loud scream as her pussy started to spasm. This caused another penis to erupt inside of her. Soon, the next orgasm started to build up, deep down in her pelvis. There were two people who didn't participate in the sweating pile of human limbs. One of them saddled his horse as the other one hid in the reeds.The one in hiding collected his thoughts and feelings and let the nothingness wash over him. Calmly, he notched an arrow onto his bowstring, pulled it to his lips and kissed it goodbye. Then he picked up a second one. Klarissa felt another fresh load being dropped in her womb and the man collapsed to her right side. Warm liquid spilled on her face and when it slipped into her mouth, it didn't taste salty but like iron. There was a bunch of screaming and shouting. She opened her eyes and saw the sergeant lying next to her, dead with arrow coming out of his eyeball. On her other side was another corpse. The guard that had brought her the drink got his throat sliced open by a young man who was gone before he hit the ground. His killer moved gracefully to the next man. This was the fat one who had just pulled up his breeches. The sharp sword in the youth's right hand carved through the leather harness like butter. The fat one died with a surprised expression on his face as his gut poured out of the wound. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. By the time Klarissa realized what was going on, the blond stepped calmly on to his last victim. The rat faced boy sat on his bare ass sniveling, his pants still around his ankles. "Please, please have mercy," he cried. With a face untouched by expression, the man raised his sword over his left shoulder, and with one diagonal swing, he cleaved in to the weeping boy's face. The gaping wound on the left of his visage diminished the earlier one to a mere scratch. He cleaned his blades on the dead boy's breeches then he turned and walked over to Klarissa. With a small knife, he cut the rope around her wrists. Then he picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her into the creek. Tenderly, he cleaned her skin of the blood and semen. When she looked up in to his calm and warm eyes, she felt her hart flutter and she dropped her gaze quickly. He left her sitting in the creek and went to get her clothes. When he came back, she emerged from the water. They were almost of the same height but she was a tall woman. He gave her her pants and held out her vest. Once she was fully clothed, he broke the silence. "We have to move fast now. One of them got away and they will be upon us soon." Until that moment it had all been like a dream, but she realized she wasn't safe yet. "Upstream," Klarissa said before darkness engulfed her once more. "Wake up." The horse she sat on snorted, and restlessly moved its feet. There was a broad chest she leaned back on and arms around her waist. Klarissa tried to remember why she was here, and who the chest and arm belonged to. Then the soft voice behind her sounded again. "Wake up. We have to walk from here on. They are not far behind us." With these last words, it all came back. She was still on the run and the voice that whispered into her ear must belong to the young man who rescued her. She opened her eyes to see they were on the edge of the forest. "Ah, finally. You are awake." Her back rest disappeared when the young man behind her dismounted. A loud splash was heard as his boots dropped into the river. He removed his bag from the saddle and swung it on his back. Klarissa was still seated high upon the horse. "Hurry woman! We have to move fast," he said in an urgent tone. At this she snapped out of it and dismounted as well. Once she had two feet on the ground, he smacked the horse's behind, and it ran off. "Why did you do that? I thought we had to move fast," was the second thing Klarissa said to her rescuer. "Hopefully it will lead our pursuers on a wrong track. Now, start running," the answer was. "I assume you know where to leave the creek? "Yes, at a waterfall about half an hour from here." Then the two started running. They had been doing so for twenty minutes when it became clear that the freed horse had not deceived the men behind them. They heard a faint sound of hooves splashing in water. "We are not going to make it," the young man said and grabbed her hand. The left bank was much steeper and there was an overhanging rock. Her rescuer freed himself of his bag, crawled under the rock, and pulled her after him. There was nearly enough room for both them and the bag. He lay with his back in the water and pressed chest to chest, cheek to cheek with Klarissa who he had pulled on top of him. After a minute or two they heard the horsemen pass. The young man's slow and steady breathing was contrasted greatly with Klarissa's rapid chest movement. Klarissa started to crawl out of their hiding spot, but she got pulled back upon him. "They'll come back," was all he said. Ten minutes went by and then he was proven to be right. "I could have sworn that had been a false trail!" an unseen horsemen said. "We better not have lost them on account of your mistake, or the captain will be very pissed!" another one answered. Then they passed. "Can we go now?" Klarissa asked. "No, there were four horses in that group." "How do you know that?" "Trust me," was all she got back. Trusting him she did and she was better off by doing so, because after five minutes another group passed in silence. "Was that the last group?" "You are very impatient, woman. Are you not resting comfortably?" Even if she couldn't see his face, the amusement in his voice and the movement of his cheek against hers betrayed it bore a grin. The delay had cost them precious daylight hours. By the time they got out of the stream, it was already dark. "We better find shelter for the night," the stranger said. They made camp on a soft pad of moss under a great oak. With the departing of the sun, the temperature had fallen six degrees already and the youth was shivering in his soaked clothes. "You have to get those wet garments off. I'll start a fire," Klarissa said. "No, no fire. That is too dangerous," he answered. "That roll over there is my blanket, it has to be enough." Without hesitation or asking her to look away he started to undress. First the leather strappings on his arms and then his vest, made from the same material, were removed. Out of each strapping he took a small knife, in his vest he apparently carried two more. Next he removed his boots, the right one containing a hand long knife. Then he took off his linen shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Not the bulky muscle of a smith, but rather the long and lean muscle of a hunter and dancer, or a swordfighter, she guessed. On his chest, crossing his light patch of hair, was a white scar. His belt came off next, and with it, his short sword and a dagger. Klarissa was still wondering about the amount of weapons her rescuer carried, while he removed his trousers. All of her thoughts were lost. As he was spreading his clothes out to dry, she only could see his ripped back and well-formed buttocks. But then he turned around, and her gaze fell directly on his cock. There between a patch of dark hair it hang. It was a specimen of below average size; Klarissa felt slightly disappointed. For some reason, she had expected more. "If you have had your fill, could you please give me the roll you are holding? As you can see, it is cold," he said with a smile. Klarissa did something she hadn't done for years, she blushed. "Oh yeah, of course," and she gave him what he had asked for. She couldn't even remember grabbing it. Once on the ground and hidden under the cloak the man said, "I fear I have only one of these, but it is big enough. So I guess we could share it, if you do not mind." "I don't mind," she answered and moved next to him on the ground. "A big cloak indeed," she thought. It was big enough to cover them both and it was very thick. She wondered where he had obtained such a precious thing. When her hand touched his skin, she was shocked over how cold he was. "You're still freezing!" "I will warm up," he answered. "No, no. You'll catch a cold, we need to get you warmed up." She got out of the blanket and started to undress. "What are you doing?" he interrupted. "As I said, you need to get warmed up. We will share my body heat." In naked flesh, she crawled back into the blanket, and pressed herself firmly against his back. Her hardened nipples poked into him, and her left hand rested on his flat stomach, just above his stirring cock. Her warm breath breezed over his ear, she pulled him tighter. Her warm skin was in full contact with his and the contrast made it feel like she was burning. Slowly, her thumb started to make circles; caressing his abs. Her hand started to move lower and lower, until her little finger was on the edge of his bush. "You know, I've not properly thanked you, yet," she whispered in a husky voice. Her hand moved further down and grabbed his hard shaft. A groan of what she guessed exclaimed approval escaped his throat. She started to move her hand up and down along his rod and thought, "I've misjudged. Maybe it was shy, but now his true size is shown." Klarissa's head still rested on his shoulder, so he turned his head to place a tender kiss on her jaw. She moved in and their lips found each other. First light and hesitant but soon the passion swept in and their lips opened up. He rolled on his back and Klarissa draped herself over his left side, her hand still working his cock and their tongues swirling. Then she withdrew her mouth and he followed for a bit, reluctant to let her go. But when her lips started to kiss his jaw and moved to lick and nibble his left ear, he let himself fall back with a sigh. Once she was satisfied with her attention given to his ear, she moved down to his neck, kissing first, but then she bit him slightly in the soft tissue above his collar bone. This action forced a yelp out of him, which was answered with a giggle. She kissed her way down to his tight nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She gave it a small kiss, and ventured further south. By now, she was kneeling over him and her hard tits brushed ever so slightly over his exposed head. Every time this happened, she felt him shudder beneath her. Two hands cupped her face and pulled her up to meet the young man's lips. This passionate kiss could have lasted forever, had she not placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. The cover was long gone. She looked down on his throbbing cock. She grabbed it with her right hand, and moved her lips down to it. Her tongue snuck out and she gave it small lick over his purple head. Pleased by his reaction, she opened her mouth and let his member disappear within. The young man looked down to meet her brown eyes. She held his gaze while sucking on his cock. Her left hand fondled his sack and her right jerked the base of his shaft. While all this happened, her mouth still engulfed his cock, her tongue swirling around its head. The sound of slurping and moaning mingled with the sounds of the nocturnal forest. And the man knew he could not last very much longer. With a hand in her hair, his hips started to thrust up. Klarissa met this with much fierce sucking and jerking. Then their gaze finally broke, as his body shuddered and his eyes fluttered up behind his eyelids. Her mouth was filled with his semen, and once she swallowed it, she sucked the rest out of him. His hand hooked under her chin and pulled her up once more. Now he gave her a light kiss. He could taste his sperm on her lips. He broke the kiss with a smile and said, "I think I accept your gratitude." Satisfied she had pleased him, she rested her head on his chest and started playing mindlessly with the hair that grew there. "I think now is as good a time as any, to ask who you are, my brave stranger," she stated. "Yes, as good as any," he answered. "My name is Marvin. I used to be a sword for hire, but was on my way to swear myself to some lord." "And so tell me Marvin, do you make a habit of rescuing helpless woman from the hands of evil men?" This question was answered with a chuckle. "I very much doubt that you are helpless, Klarissa," he answered. "Yes, I know who you are. Your likeness is spread all over the fiefdom of Bramen. Together with the one of your husband." "So you knew who I am. Why rescue me?" "As I said, I used to be a mercenary, just like my father. My mother was a whore. She raised me until I was ten, then my father came to pick me up. That was about eight winters ago. I traveled with his party, first cooking and taking care of the general stuff. Later, at an age of thirteen, I started to go to battle with them. That was until last fall when my father died. He was struck down by a crossbow in his throat, leaving me with nothing but his boots, sword and shield. That was the time I decided I wanted to leave my son with a greater heritage than that. So I sold the shield and ventured south east to this great kingdom, with its king and lords, that it had heard so much about." He felt Klarissa shiver against him, so he covered them with the blanked. Then 'Marvin' resumed his story. The Bastard; Loyal to One Ch. 01 "And there I was walking a road in these too hot lands, when I heard sounds besides the road. So I crawled on hands and feet to investigate what was going on, just to see a woman getting raped by a group of guards. I was considering to head back to the road, until I recognized your face. I knew this was my chance, my chance to bind myself to something greater than gold. So that is why I came to rescue you." "So if I had been some peasant woman you wouldn't have come to my aide?" she asked in disbelief. "Yes, that is correct. I would not have put my life on the line for the sake of some peasant woman," he answered. "Then I can be glad I'm so bloody famous," she spat and to turn away. But he pulled her back into him and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes, that is something we can be glad about." The forest was still covered in darkness, the early birds had just woken, as had Marvin. His left hand was numb due to the lack of blood caused by the resting on his arm. By the way Klarissa had nestled against him, Marvin knew this was the opening they had been looking for. Now it was up to him, to form a bond, to transform attraction to connection. Something, he knew, had to happen as soon as possible, before they reached the encampment. Slowly, he entangled himself from the naked woman next to him, careful not to wake her up. Opposed to the sun, Marvin descended. Fully covered by the blanket, he moved between her legs. The musky smell emitted by his object of interest filled his nose and blood started to rush in his member. Klarissa's mound was covered with short dark hair, but it failed to fully cover her puffy labia. The sight of her inner lips which were slightly bigger then her outer, made Marvin's mouth water. Marvin puckered his lips and started to blow ever so slightly; so his warm breath covered Klarissa's pussy. Then he realized there was no use in teasing, as she was still asleep. He lowered his face and gave a first lick over her labia. His already aroused mind perceived only the pleasant taste, as his tongue trialed up and down. A wetness besides his own saliva started to fill his mouth. Silent moans sounded from outside the blanket, moans which turned into a gasp when Marvin slipped a finger into the wet folds of Klarissa's pussy. With his finger inside her, Marvin's tongue needed another spot to do good deeds. Up there covered by a small hood, his tongue found a small nub, and gave it a lick. Hips bucked and the blanket was pulled away. "What? What was that?" Klarissa gasped. Marvin raised his head to speak. Before he could utter a single word, Klarissa's hand was on the back of his head and pushed him back between her legs. "Don't stop now!" The one finger got company from a second. Together, they curved upwards to reach that rough spot his teachers had shown him years ago. Sucking and licking on her nub, his fingers moving in and out ever faster. Klarissa's small moans had transformed into screams of lust. On her naked body shone a thin layer of sweat and perky breasts rose and fell in shallow gasps. When her hips started to move uncontrollably, Marvin removed his finger. With her long legs over his shoulders, he grabbed her waist. Once again he covered her womanhood with his lips and he was overtaken by the strong, musky taste that filled his mouth instantly. With his tongue deep inside Klarissa's pussy, he pushed her over the edge and her juice gushed into his mouth. Marvin, up and panting; they laid next to each other. After a minute, Klarissa turned on her side, with her head resting on one arm she looked at her rescuer with dreamy eyes. "Is that how you pleasure your women up north?"she asked. "No one made me feel that good, ever." Marvin just turned his face towards her, and smiled. "Wow, your face is all wet. Was that me?"she giggled, then gave a lick over his cheek. "Yes, that was me," she answered herself, her face bore a naughty grin. Then she frowned. "Why are you so silent?" she asked. "Is something wrong?" "No, I was just thinking." "About what?" "About how I would like to do this every morning," he answered as his hand caressed her cheek. "Oh, I would certainly like that. And maybe you can, I intend to keep you close," and with that, she positioned herself upon him. She leaned forward to kiss his face, to kiss his lips, and to kiss his neck. Her erect nipples pressed into his chest and Marvin's hands roamed her back. Klarissa started to grind her moist pussy on his still engorged cock, but then he grabbed her shoulder, and after one deep kiss he pushed her away. "Do we have time for this, my lady?" he asked. "No, I guess not. We should be going,"Klarissa answered ruefully. They got up and packed their belongings with his weapons in place and the bag on his back. Marvin grabbed Klarissa's hand. Together, they walked through the woods. They hiked until the trees gave away for a stream. On their side, the bank was shallow, and pebbles separated the lushes grass from the slow flowing water. The other bank was a different story, a five meter high clay wall made it almost in passable. "Do we have to climb that?"Marvin asked doubtingly. "No, don't break a sweat," Klarissa answered, laughing. "We'll walk up stream and will reach a shallow point in half a hour." The sun stood in its highest point and burned down on the wandering couple. Suddenly, Klarissa pulled her hand out of Marvin's and looked shocked. "The other bank gets patrolled. How could I've been so careless, someone could have seen us." "Don't worry, nobody has been there; but you're right, it was careless of us." "You're sure nobody saw us?" "Yes, I'm certain," he reassured her. Klarissa wondered why it was so easy for her to trust him. The rest of the walk, they kept their distance. This resulted in an awkward tension between them, which Marvin tried to brake. "Is this the same stream we left yesterday?" "Yes. It flows around the hill we crossed. If you were to follow it, it would lead you to the waterfall where we got out. That route is a bit longer but easier than the one we took." "And what about man on horses, how do you get the animals up the fall? Or don't you have horses?"he asked next. "We have horses. When you move downstream, ten minutes before you reach the waterfall, is a small game trail which leads out of the forest." "Okay," and then it was silent again. It was not a long silence, for they had reached the place Klarissa had mentioned. Marvin spotted a man hiding in the bushes which grew on the other bank. It was not until they had wadded half through the stream that they got challenged. "Stop! Who goes there? Name yourself!"the serenity ordered. "Hello Thomas, it's me Klarissa." They hadn't stopped and as they walked up the slight slope, the man emerged from the bushes. "Lady Klarissa, you're back," he said with relief,"We got worried when you were not back last night. Lord Robert is in the camp setting up a searching party." "I'm fine Thomas, go back to your spot. We are moving on to the camp." Just then he seemed to notice the stranger standing behind his mistress. He nodded and went back in to his hiding place. ---------------------------------------------------- Bravo! You've made it to the end and I hope that is because the story was to your liking. Now would you please spare a click to rate this story? 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