****** Belle Dame by Strenoth ******
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Belle Dame


The young knight Drake tugged at the reins, bringing his mount to a halt. He
slid off, then took up the reins again and led his horse into the woods, to a
small glade he'd found last week. Here peace seemed to fill him and lull him.
Drake let the reins drop and sat down next to a tree. With a sigh with relief
he loosened the straps to his breastplate, lifted the armor over his head, and
set it to the side. It felt good to get the armor off and let the cool breeze
flow over him. He shook loose the padding he wore underneath to let the air
flow through, then leaned against the tree. It was only moments before he was
asleep.

A soft giggle, followed by a sultry whisper, slowly entered his dreams. "Hello
brave and handsome knight. Would you care to wake and keep me company?" He
opened his eyes to a vision of lush beauty. A cascade of golden hair fell over
the lady's shoulder, highlighted her fair skin, trailed over a delicate bare
shoulder, and caressed the soft swell of her breast. Her breasts were framed by
the low cut of the sheer dress she wore. It clung to her form, which was
silhouetted by the sunlight behind her. Her bare, perfect feet were stained by
grass, as was the hem of her dress. Drake could only gape, stunned out of
drowsiness by her breathtaking beauty.

She laughed lightly, her deep blue eyes capturing his. "Can you not speak my
knight? No matter, not all things need words." Those blood red lips curled into
a smile at this and she leaned down over the knight, her right hand resting on
his shoulder. Drake finally managed to speak despite a sudden constricting
feeling in his chest.

"Nay milady, I can speak. 'Twas thy beauty that stole my thoughts away. Ah,
good afternoon to thee. My name is Drake, might I inquire as to thy own?" Once
he got started, the formalities of introduction came easily enough to his lips,
but he felt slightly awkward speaking so while sitting down and even more so as
she leaned over him, his eyes offered ample view of her cleavage, which forced
him to struggle to keep his eyes looking at hers.

Again she giggled, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed, you may call me
Belle. But enough formalities." She reached out with her left hand, traced his
jaw with one fingernail, stroked down along his neck, then laid her hand on his
chest and slid it downward over the padding he wore. "You have something I want
good knight. Something I'm going to take." Her voice had deepened and become
huskier as she spoke. Before Drake could respond, her lips covered his in a
hungry, demanding kiss, her right hand slid behind his head to pull him close,
while her left hand slid underneath his pants, nails scraping lightly along his
shaft before she grasped his manhood. She purred into the kiss as she felt his
response to her touch.

Almost overwhelmed by the passion of Belle's kiss, the knight tried to gently
push her away, needing a chance to recover his wits, but the lithe curves of
her body seemed eager to meet the touch of his hands and she slid into his
embrace smoothly even as she tugged his pants down to free his swelling cock.
She settled into his lap in a motion that pushed her dress up, her legs bared
as they wrapped around his waist. Drake groaned as he felt her hot, moist flesh
press against his cock.

She released him from the kiss as she began slowly grinding against him, pink
nether lips glided along the shaft of his cock. Her tongue gave his lips a
final taste before she leaned back slightly, shrugging in a motion that caused
the top of her dress to slide down, freeing her breasts. Deep blue eyes watched
him gasp for a moment before her hand guided his head forward until his lips
touched her breasts. A low, throaty moan escaped her as she felt him respond,
losing himself to passion. His wet kisses found their way to her rapidly
hardening nipples, his lips suckled and teased them erotically.

With a soft moan she brought her hips up, then slid slowly down using her left
hand to guide his cock into her pussy, groaning as she felt him slide past her
nether lips, into the waiting wetness. As lust enveloped him, the knight
shifted his weight, rolling them over away from the tree and onto her back. A
single quick pull tore away her dress, revealing her naked body to his eyes
before he leaned back over her, thrusting into her with a powerful need. She
moaned with every quickening thrust as he answered her deep aching hunger.

Her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, his cock throbbing inside of her
as he thrust with an ever faster pace, grunting and groaning with the powerful
lust she had invoked in him as he lost himself into a primal hunger. His blood
seemed to boil in his veins, his heart beat so loud he couldn't hear anything
but the sweet moans Belle whispered into his ears. Every touch, every move of
her body called him to penetrate her deeper, to complete his passion, the
muscles of her womanhood contracted around his shaft as she met his every
thrust with eagerness.

A sharp, almost pained cry as climax came, his hot seed spilled deep into her
as the hot sweet juices of her passion released around his cock. With a groan
of exhaustion, he all but collapsed on top of her, trembling weakly in the
aftermath. "Hmmm, no sleep for you yet my sweet love. You haven't yet satisfied
my real hunger." She whispered into his ear as she rolled him over and sat
herself astride him. Hungry lips found his in a deep passionate kiss, her
nipples pressed hard against his chest before she started to slide down his
body.

Small wet kisses trailed down his chest, as her lips moved across his belly. A
tight groan passed his lips as her breasts slid along his still throbbing cock,
leaving a trail of sticky wetness along her flesh. A fey grin crossed her lips
as she bent her head down to kiss the tip of his manhood, but her eyes never
left his. Fascinated and captivated, he watched as her tongue slowly licked
down along his shaft, then curled slightly around it before her lips swallowed
him as tingling waves of pleasure coursed along his spine.

The world seemed to contract to the vision of her lips and tongue gliding along
his cock, which pulled and caressed him while intense, hungry blue eyes
watched. The pleasure built to an ecstasy that demanded release, but he found
he couldn't reach that climax. Those deep blue eyes kept his gaze captive,
waiting, demanding surrender as lips and tongue licked and stroked him to ever-
greater passion. A whisper of a thought tugged at his mind as he realized the
full name that men used for the creature before him that offered so much
pleasure, and commanded such a high price. He groaned in mixed desire and
despair, wanting what she offered so badly that his body ached, and muscles
spasmed in response to the intensity of the carnal pleasure.

An inhuman, almost terrible scream of ecstasy escaped him as his will gave way
to his lust entirely, he completely surrendered to her, surrendered his soul
and sanity. The delight and contentment in those twin evil blue orbs were the
last things he saw as he faded into oblivion. Her eyes closed as she swallowed
down his semen and his soul, heat filled her belly as the emptiness is once
again filled with a soul. Even as she rose from the living body that was once a
knight, she could feel his soul wither in side her as her power began to
consume him. With a soft laughter, she picked up her torn dress, leaving the
insane body of her victim to be found by his friends, another victim of La
Belle Dame Sans Merci, The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy.

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