While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
-The Editor
CHAPTER ONE
Gunther, King of Burgundy, was forty years old when Brother Anton came up from Rome to preach the new Crusade.
"Let him go and preach somewhere else!" Gunther said to his lady, Queen Hildrid. "like my father before me, I have until now resisted all attempts to talk me into going on one of these Crusades, and my kingdom and my household have both profited from it! I have no intention of going off now, when it is nearly time for me to be finding a noble husband for my oldest daughter!"
"I quite agree," answered Queen Hildrid. The lady was an extremely beautiful woman with long flowing blonde hair, and few who did not know her would have believed her to be the mother of two teen-aged daughters as lovely as herself. "But it would be a discourtesy to the Holy Father in Rome to send Brother Anton off without even seeing him!"
Hildrid, five years younger than her noble husband, was especially proud of her full breasts, which still retained their youthful shape, and she was in the act of tightening a gown with a low-cut bodice that would show off her round breasts to best advantage.
"I suppose you're right!" Gunther grumbled. He sent for his steward and directed that the full court should meet that evening for a feast to honor the Pope's representative.
The news of a formal feast spread quickly through the castle, and everyone was very excited. King Gunther's daughters, Princess Andrea, seventeen, and Princess Caroline, fifteen, met in their apartments and laughed together.
Princess Andrea took after their mother. She was blonde and fair, with blue eyes, and her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were already swelling with womanly sexuality, and her little ass was perfectly curved.
Many noble gentlemen had come to her father's court to ask for Andrea's hand, but her father had not yet made his choice among them. King Gunther thought his daughter was a prize catch, and he intended to find the son of a king as powerful as himself to marry her to.
"Tonight I will get to see Charles!" Andrea sighed.
Whatever plans her father might have for her, Andrea had long ago given her heart to handsome young Duke Charles, of her father's court. But her father had no intention of allowing his daughter to marry one of his own retainers, and their love seemed doomed.
"Father will be angry if you and Charles spend too much time together!" Princess Caroline warned.
Caroline, fifteen years old, took more after King Gunther. She was dark, with long black hair, but her eyes also were blue, although darker, almost violet. She was a smaller girl, but no less lovely. Her slender legs were perfectly shaped, her ass was a curved delight, and her breasts thrust proudly forward, tipped with large rose-colored nipples.
Suitors had also asked Gunther about his intentions for his younger daughter, but he turned all aside by remarking that she was still too young to be thinking about marriage.
But Caroline was not too young to think about sex. In fact, she thought about it all the time, and so did her sister. They talked about sex a lot, but they were both very innocent. In fact, they were virgins, and neither one had ever even seen a man's penis.
"Father won't even notice what I do tonight!" Andrea laughed. "He'll be too busy arguing with Brother Anton about the new Crusade!"
"I can hardly wait to see Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I hear he's amazingly handsome!"
Hardly anybody had seen Brother Anton yet. He had asked for a small suite for himself and his companions, and was not scheduled to appear until dinner.
The two lovely princesses started trying on all their best gowns, laughing and looking at themselves in the mirror.
"Look at this one!" Andrea said. "If I wear it without a shift underneath, you can see my nipples through it!"
"I'll show you how to make them look even better!" Caroline said. Reaching into her sister's bodice, Caroline caressed Andrea's nipples until they were erect with passion.
"There! Now look!"
Andrea looked in the mirror and saw her nipples pressing against the thin cloth.
"I like that!" she said. "Do it some more!"
Andrea took down the front of her gown and sat on the edge of the bed. Caroline sat beside her and started caressing her lovely sister's erect nipples.
"Does that really feel good?" Caroline asked.
"Oh, yes! Do you want me to do it to you?"
"Sure!"
Caroline stripped to the waist, and the two girls stroked each others' breasts. Soon both their nipples were erect with desire. send Brother Anton off without even seeing him!"
Hildrid, five years younger than her noble husband, was especially proud of her full breasts, which still retained their youthful shape, and she was in the act of tightening a gown with a low-cut bodice that would show off her round breasts to best advantage.
"I suppose you're right!" Gunther grumbled. He sent for his steward and directed that the full court should meet that evening for a feast to honor the Pope's representative.
The news of a formal feast spread quickly through the castle, and everyone was very excited. King Gunther's daughters, Princess Andrea, seventeen, and Princess Caroline, fifteen, met in their apartments and laughed together.
Princess Andrea took after their mother. She was blonde and fair, with blue eyes, and her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were already swelling with womanly sexuality, and her little ass was perfectly curved.
Many noble gentlemen had come to her father's court to ask for Andrea's hand, but her father had not yet made his choice among them. King Gunther thought his daughter was a prize catch, and he intended to find the son of a king as powerful as himself to marry her to.
"Tonight I will get to see Charles!" Andrea sighed.
Whatever plans her father might have for her, Andrea had long ago given her heart to handsome young Duke Charles, of her father's court. But her father had no intention of allowing his daughter to marry one of his own retainers, and their love seemed doomed.
"Father will be angry if you and Charles spend too much time together!" Princess Caroline warned.
Caroline, fifteen years old, took more after King Gunther. She was dark, with long black hair, but her eyes also were blue, although darker, almost violet. She was a smaller girl, but no less lovely. Her slender legs were perfectly shaped, her ass was a curved delight, and her breasts thrust proudly forward, tipped with large rose-colored nipples.
Suitors had also asked Gunther about his intentions for his younger daughter, but he turned all aside by remarking that she was still too young to be thinking about marriage.
But Caroline was not too young to think about sex. In fact, she thought about it all the time, and so did her sister. They talked about sex a lot, but they were both very innocent. In fact, they were virgins, and neither one had ever even seen a man's penis.
"Father won't even notice what I do tonight!" Andrea laughed. "He'll be too busy arguing with Brother Anton about the new Crusade!"
"I can hardly wait to see Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I hear he's amazingly handsome!"
Hardly anybody had seen Brother Anton yet. He had asked for a small suite for himself and his companions, and was not scheduled to appear until dinner.
The two lovely princesses started trying on all their best gowns, laughing and looking at themselves in the mirror.
"Look at this one!" Andrea said. "If I wear it without a shift underneath, you can see my nipples through it!"
"I'll show you how to make them look even better!" Caroline said. Reaching into her sister's bodice, Caroline caressed Andrea's nipples until they were erect with passion.
"There! Now look!"
Andrea looked in the mirror and saw her nipples pressing against the thin cloth.
"I like that!" she said. "Do it some more!"
Andrea took down the front of her gown and sat on the edge of the bed. Caroline sat beside her and started caressing her lovely sister's erect nipples.
"Does that really feel good?" Caroline asked.
"Oh, yes! Do you want me to do it to you?"
"Sure!"
Caroline stripped to the waist, and the two girls stroked each others' breasts. Soon both their nipples werejerect with desire.
"It does feel nice!" Caroline said. Soon the two beautiful teenagers were squirming with pleasure.
"Would you like me to suck them?" Andrea asked. "Oh, yes!" Caroline giggled.
Andrea bowed her pretty blonde head and brushed her lips against Caroline's breasts. She could smell the sweet scent of her sister's young body, and it aroused her. Andrea stuck out her tongue and gently licked Caroline's left nipple.
"Ooohhh! That really feels nice!" Caroline laughed.
Andrea licked all around the nipple until it was pulsating with pleasure. She started sucking gently on it, and Caroline gasped with delight.
"Oh, this is great fun!" Caroline said. "Do it to the other one!"
Andrea sucked one and then the other, until Caroline was gasping with sexual joy. The little beauty had never been so aroused, and she was twisting sensually around on her lovely ass.
"Let's take off all our clothes and lie down together!" Andrea suggested.
Caroline eagerly agreed, and soon the two sisters were lying naked side by side. They embraced and their lips came together in a passionate kiss.
Andrea opened her mouth and penetrated Caroline's lips with her tongue, making her sister quiver with passion.
"Ooohhhh!" Caroline shivered. "Andrea, I've never been kissed like that before! Do you kiss men like that?"
"Charles kisses me like that sometimes!"
"Andrea, really? What else do you and Charles do?"
"I let him touch my breasts! He feels them until my nipples get hard, and sometimes I let him suck and kiss them!"
"I'll bet that really feels good!"
"It does! Caroline, have you noticed that having your tits played with makes you feel tickly down between your legs."
"Yes!" Caroline said. "It feels all hot and wet down there."
"Well, sometimes I let Charles touch me down there!"
"Really? On your pussy?"
"Yes! And that REALLY feels good!"
"Oh!"
Andrea sucked Caroline's rose-red nipples, and her hand slid down Caroline's stomach to her soft pubic hairs.
"Will you let me touch you between your thighs, Caroline?"
"Sure, if you want to!"
Giggling, Caroline opened her legs, and Andrea's soft dainty hand started touching the girl's soft pleasure-flesh. Caroline moaned and writhed with pleasure.
"Oh! Ah! Oh, Andrea, what are you doing?"
"I'm playing with your clitoris! Clit, for short! Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes, it feels so good! Ooohhh, I can't lay still! It tickles real hard, like I have to go piss! Play with my clit some more, Andrea!"
"Don't you want to play with mine, too."
"Yes! Let's do it to each other!"
Andrea spread her white thighs for her sister's hand, and she showed Caroline how to find her clit.
"There-right at the top of my crack, just above the opening to my slit!"
"Right here?"
"Ooohh, yes! That's it! Roll it around under your fingers."
"Mmmmmmmm!"
And so the two beautiful sisters diddled each other's clits, until both were squirming with sexual arousal. "Does Charles do this to you?" Caroline asked. "Whenever I let him!"
"You let him put his hand up between your legs like this! Underneath your skirt, Andrea."
"Of course, silly! But that's not all he does."
"Ooohh! What else does he do, Andrea."
"Sometimes he does this!"
And with these words, Andrea moved her finger down until she was fingering the entrance to Caroline's slit.
"Ooohh! I really like that, Andrea."
"I can tell! I know you like it."
"How can you tell?"
"Because your little pussy is swelling open with sexual excitement, and it's running over with sweet slick cunt-juices!" Andrea explained.
"Oh! Is yours like that too, Andrea?"
"Find out for yourself!"
So Caroline moved her fingers down Andrea's crack until she located her big sister's vaginal lips.
"They're so soft! And so wet! And slippery!"
"Move your hand up and down between my pussy-lips!" Andrea moaned. "Do to me just what I'm doing to you!"
Princess Andrea dipped her fingertip into the opening between the lips of Caroline's vagina, making the younger girl's round ass squirm with delight. Caroline did the same thing to Andrea, and soon both were panting passionately.
"We're fucking each other with our fingers!" Andrea moaned. "Finger-fucking! It's called finger-fucking!"
"Well, it certainly feels good! I just love it when your finger moves around inside my slit like that! Would a man's cock feel this good?"
"Better, I've heard! They're a lot bigger!"
"Have you ever seen Charles'? " Caroline asked.
"No! But I want to! Maybe tonight I'll put my hand inside his trousers and make him show it to me."
The girls now encountered each other's maidenheads.
"Is that your cherry?" Caroline asked.
"Yes! And I'm touching yours, too!"
"I can feel you. Hey! There's a little hole in yours! I can just get my finger through it!"
"Yours too!"
The two lovely girls finger-fucked each other until they were both threshing around with sexual excitement. "I think I'm going to have an orgasm!" Andrea moaned. "What's that?"
"Oh, Caroline! That's the best thing in the world. You just lie still and I'll show you. Relax and let me diddle you!"
So Caroline relaxed on her back while her big sister played with her sex organs, bringing her to her first sexual climax. Andrea used both hands. With one hand she finger-fucked Caroline's little slit, while the fingers of the other hand manipulated Caroline's throbbing lust-button, and soon Caroline was squirming and gasping with new sensations.
"Ooohh, Andrea! This feels so good! My loins are throbbing with pleasure! My little clit is pulsating with good sensations, and my slit is having spasms of delight!"
Andrea moved her hands faster and faster. Caroline's body shivered with delight. Her limbs shook with pleasure, and sweet slick juices flowed out of her cunt.
"I'm going to make you come!" Andrea giggled. "I'm going to make you have your first orgasm, and you're really going to like it.! "
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through Caroline's loins, until the beautiful teenager was squirming out of control with delight.
"Oohh! Oh! Oh! Faster! Don't stop! It feels so good! Keep doing it! Ooohh, it keeps getting better and better!"
Pretty soon the pleasure-waves came so fast there was no space between them. Caroline's muscles were drawn tight with tension, and the lovely girl gasped and moaned.
"Ooohh, fuck me with your finger! This feels wonderful! Oh, shit! It gets better and better! It's getting really good now! Ooohh, Andrea! OOoooohh! OOHH! Ooohh, help! It feels too good! FUCK!! FUCK!! I think I'm coming!"
Andrea kept her hands moving, and Caroline squirmed all over the bed, legs jerking, breasts bounding, ass writhing, as the first wave of her first orgasm flowed through her crotch.
"OOHH!! OOOOOHHH!! YES!! YES!! YES!! " Caroline screamed. "FUCK ME WITH YOUR HANDS! I'M COMING! MAKE ME COME!"
Young Princess Caroline felt her muscles tighten almost to the breaking point. Then everything released in one huge convulsion of pleasure, and the lovely teenager screamed and trembled as the joy flowed through her body.
"I'M COMING!! I'M HAVING AN ORGASM!! I'M HAVING MY SEXUAL CLIMAX!! " the girl babbled, delirious with pleasure. It seemed as though she would come for ever, but finally the spasms came to an end, and the delighted girl sank back on the bed.
"Ooohh, Andrea!" Caroline sighed. "That was fantastic! You mean Charles has done that to you?"
"Yes! And it feels even better when a man does it!"
"No wonder you love him so much. Now do you want me to do it to you?"
"Yes, please!"
Andrea stretched out on her back with her legs spread. Caroline crouched between her feet and looked at Andrea's lovely cunt.
"You have blonde pussy hair and mine is black! Does mine look all wet and pink like yours."
"Yes, it does!"
"And does my little clit swell up like yours when I get excited."
"That's right!"
Using her dainty hands, Caroline carefully separated the lips of Andrea's crack so she could examine her sister's vagina more closely.
"And the lips of my slit swell open like this, dripping with creamy fluids?"
"Just like that! Come on, Caroline! Play with my pussy!"
Caroline put one finger on Andrea's clit and started rolling it around. Andrea immediately started moaning, and her pretty round ass squirmed on the bed.
"That's right! Frig my clitoris, little sister!"
Then Caroline inserted the tip of her finger up into Andrea's slit, moving it around until Andrea's cunt was throbbing with joy.
"Yes, fuck me with your finger!"
Andrea closed her eyes and purred while Caroline stroked and frigged her sex organs. Her loins were filling up with passion, and Andrea could feel her limbs tensing and spasming with pleasure.
"Faster! Frig me faster, Caroline! It feels so fine!"
Slick creamy fluids were oozing from Andrea's pink cunt, and Caroline used them to lubricate the girl's glowing clit. Andrea whined and sobbed as the pleasure surged through her crotch.
"Yes, yes! Faster, faster! I'm about to come!"
Caroline increased her speed until Andrea's back arched with delight. Andrea gasped and jerked, and her ultimate pleasure swept over her.
"OOHH! HERE I COME! I'M COMING FOR YOU!"
Andrea jerked and twitched, her limbs trembling with passion. Waves of orgasms flowed through her belly. Her cunt throbbed with spasms of sexual delight.
"MY CUNT IS HAVING AN ORGASM! OOHH, SHIT, THIS FEELS GOOD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR FINGER!! "
Caroline could feel Andrea's cunt tightening around her finger, and then the contraction turned into a huge convulsion of pleasure as Andrea reached the peak of her climax.
Andrea squirmed and twitched, babbling obscenities, until her orgasm was over. Then the two girls laid down together and relaxed after their mutual pleasure.
'Thank you for giving me my first orgasm, Andrea!" Caroline sighed. "It was really wonderful!"
"And thank you for getting me off!" Andrea answered. "That was almost as good as the way Charles does it!"
After a while the two girls got up and got dressed for the dinner. They wore their finest clothing to honor their father's guest. When they were ready they called their attendants, all young ladies of gentle birth. Then they all went down to the great hall together, and all those present remarked on the beauty of the two daughters of King Gunther of Burgundy.
CHAPTER TWO
King Gunther of Burgundy was famous far and wide for the splendour of his court, and he spared no expense to honor the Pope's deputy. The walls were draped with the finest tapestries, rich cloths were spread over the long tables, and a thousand candles were lighted in the hanging lamps.
All the members of Gunther's vast court were present, and they all wore their best finery. A king's ransom could have been paid with the gold those splendid ladies and noble knights wore on their bodies, and much of it was gifts from the generous Gunther.
Richly-clad minstrels wandered among the company, singing songs about Gunther's famous ancestors and other legendary heroes. Wine and ale were served in great quantity, and hundreds of toasts were drunk to the honor of Gunther and the Lady Hildrid.
Gunther was dressed most richly of all the men. He wore a silk robe embroidered with silver and golden threads, a gift from his kinsman, the King of the Franks. On his head rested the heavy gold crown of the dynasty of the Burgundians, and at his side hung his famous sword in a scabbard encrusted with jewels and hilted with solid red gold.
Nor was the queen any less richly attired. Her gown of the most costly silk had been carried all the way from Kathay, and had been part of the dowery she had brought from her father, King Olaf of Norway. On her head she wore a priceless crown of gold covered with sparkling precious stones, and her fingers were covered with rings of great value.
When the Pope's representative was finally announced, everyone was waiting to see what kind of impression Brother Anton would make, because everyone knew the Holy Father in Rome was rich beyond comparison. They were all most amazed when the Papal deputy appeared in a simple black monk's robe, without a single golden ornament or silver thread.
"Greetings from the most Holy Father to the famous court of Burgundy!" Brother Anton called. His voice was impressive if his dress was not, and all stopped talking while the black-clad brother walked slowly up the central aisle.
Then everyone who saw his eyes understood the power of the man, and why he needed no fine clothing to impress the company. His eyes were dark, almost black, and they glowed out from under his black beetling brows with an unearthly light. Brother Anton walked slowly up the aisle, looking carefully at everything around him, and when he finally came to the base of the throne, he looked up and his eyes pierced the king and queen as if he was looking right through them.
Then King Gunther spoke his formal greeting, and men said afterwards they had never before heard the famous king speak with such hesitancy. Gunther welcomed Brother Anton profusely, and added a prayer for the health of the Holy Father in Rome. He described the piety of the court of Burgundy, and concluded by mentioning the honor he felt in entertaining the Pope's representative.
Brother Anton never removed his piercing eyes from Gunther's face, and for a long time after the king had stopped speaking the black-clad monk studied his face. Finally he spoke.
"Gunther of Burgundy, I have not come here to listen to you sing the praises of the Holy Father in Rome, for well do I know he is so exalted he hardly needs the glorification of earthly mortals! You tell me how loyal the Burgundians are to the Holy See, and yet you have not yet spoken the words I am waiting to hear!"
All the company stood in shocked silence, for they had never heard anyone scold their king to his face before!
"I look around me and I see many trappings of a rich and successful life! Everywhere I have traveled I have heard nothing but praise for the courage and the richness of King Gunther and his hundreds of knights! Now I wonder if I have come to the right place after all, because I see much evidence of. richness, but very little indication of the famous Burgundian courage!"
When the knights of King Gunther's court heard this taunt they all growled menacingly, and did not stop until King Gunther raised his hand for silence.
"Brother Anton, we are prepared to listen to anything you say for the sake of the Holy Father, but I cannot understand what had happened that allows you to fault the courage of the Burgundian knights, who are famed across Europe for their valour in battle!" King Gunther sternly informed his guest.
"Well, King Gunther," Brother Anton continued, "if your courage is not at fault, then perhaps I have been misinformed! I was under the impression that the court of Burgundy was a Christian house-hold, and that the religion of our Holy Father was followed and practiced in this land!"
"So indeed is the case, Brother! "Gunther said. "I have my own personal chaplain, and I am shrived daily, after which I hear Mass sung for me and my family! Nor are my lands less well supplied with the priests of our mother church! What reason can you have for doubting the sincerity of our faith?"
Brother Anton looked around the huge hall with his powerful glance, affecting a look of amazement.
"Then I do not truly understand! If you lack not for gold, and lack not for courage, and lack not for Christianity, then I cannot understand what kind of curse of demonic possession it is that makes you tarry here at home when every other Christian kingdom with an ounce of gold to spare and enough courage to arm themselves has answered the Holy Land of our Saviour's birth!"
Now a complete silence fell over the company, and Brother Anton turned the full withering potency of his gaze onto King Gunther, who sat scowling on his throne.
Gunther chewed his words well before answering. "Brother Anton, I cannot blame youfor pursuing the task you have been given with all the means at your disposal, and for that reason, and for the sake of our Father in Rome, I will not hold you to task for the insults you have delivered against the courage of me and my knights! If you think the manhood of Burgundy lacks fortitude, then I urge you to try to organize an invasion of Burgundian territory, and see how far you will get! But I do not consider my courage to be lacking if I do not choose to go off on an adventure into some foreign land, involving myself in troubles that do not concern me! You may tell the Holy Father that I shall continue all my generous contributions to his monasteries and churches, and I shall continue to send my church taxes Rome each year! You may even inform him that if the Saracens should invade Italy and attack the Holy See, I shall instantly organize my whole company and ride to his defense! But as long as the Saracen stays in his lands I shall stay in mine, and I suspect we shall both prosper all the more for it!"
When King Gunther said these words many of the Burgundian retainers and their ladies cheered, but Brother Anton quickly silenced them by a sweep of his burning glance.
"I cannot believe these words I have just heard!" Brother Anton thundered. "Truly, I must be in the land of cowards or heathens, or both! If you knew the daily suffering that our Holy Father in Rome endures, knowing that the fiendish heathens hold the very ground where our Blessed Lord was born, suffered, died and was resurrected! The Holy Sepulchre is used as a Saracen brothel! Heathen ceremonies are held in place of our Saviour's birth! How can any decent man rest at ease until these lands are again in Christian hands?"
Now King Gunther was righteously enraged, and he stood up from his throne, shaking with anger.
"We have heard enough of your insults, Brother Anton! You may tell the Holy Father in Rome that I intend to continue minding my own business; and the world would probably be better off if everyone else did the same!"
And with these words King Gunther took Queen Hildrid's arm and led her out of the hall, and most of the company followed. Brother Anton glowered at them, but no one met his eyes as they filed out of the huge room.-
Only two people were unaware of what had happened. Back in a dark comer behind a tapestry, Princess Andrea and her beloved Duke Charles were reclining on the floor on top of Charles' silk cloak.
Charles had unbuttoned Andrea's bodice, and he was caressing her lovely full breasts.
"What lovely titties you have!" he whispered. "Does it please you when I fondle them until the nipples become erect?"
"Oh, yes, Charles! I love it when you do that! It makes my whole body shiver with desire! You may kiss them if you like!"
Charles bent his handsome head and brushed her nipples with his lips. The rosy nipples shivered with joy, and Charles was soon sucking them, one and then the other, until Andrea was squirming with sexual arousal.
"Charles, "Andrea whispered, "did I ever tell you it tickles me between my things when you do that?"
This information inflamed Charles' lust, and he found himself groping up Andrea's skirts.
"May I then touch you there, and perhaps relieve your itching?"
"If you want to, Charles! But be gentle!"
Charles' hand slid up Andrea's smooth white thigh, until he could feel her soft pussy hairs. Andrea opened her knees so Charles could explore her soft moist crack.
"You may fondle my little clit if you like! That always gives me great pleasure!"
"Is this your little lust button, then?"
"Yes! You have found it! Oh, rub it, my beloved!"
"I can feel it swell with passion as I fondle it, my love! Does that give you joy?"
"Ooohh, yes, yes! Ooohhh, my whole crotch is throbbing with lust! Rub my clit! Roll it under your fingers! Oh, you make my cunt feel so good!"
Soon the lovely princess' skirts had crept up to her waist, and she laid squirming on her back, her little round ass writhing as bold Charles stroked her sex organs.
Charles rolled Andrea's clitoris under his fingers until the beautiful teenaged girl was panting with sexual arousal, and she put her hand over his and moved his finger down to the area of her swelling slit-lips.
"Feel me down there for a while, my lover! Do you feel how my slick nectars flow for you?"
"Indeed, your sweet slit fills me with the flames of desire! I can feel how your virgin vagina is swelling open with lust, and I can certainly detect the slippery juices that ooze from your twat!"
"Rub your fingertips back and forth inside my slit-lips, up and down my crack."
"like this?"
"Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Yes! Yes, that feels so good!"
And then Andrea did something she had never done before. She reached out and started caressing Charles' loins, feeling for his cock through the folds of his trousers.
The lovely princess found something long and hard, and Charles moaned and wiggled around when she stroked it.
"Ooohh, my love! "he gasped. "You have never touched my manhood before!"
"I felt like I wanted to do it! Does it make you feel good?"
"Oooohhh, God, yes! It absolutely thrills with joy when you caress it like that! Please don't stop!"
"Would it feel better if you took it out of your pants?"
"Yes! Here, let me! There!"
"Oh! Oh, Charles! It's huge! I had no idea it would be so long, or so big around! What shall I do to make it feel best?"
"Here, like this! Wrap your soft little hand around it-yes! Now, slide the loose skin up and down the hard shaft-like that! Ooohh, Jesus Christ, yes, yes! That's fantastic! My cock is throbbing with pleasure!"
Sweet beautiful princess Andrea used her dainty soft hands to jack off Charles' huge erection, and the valiant knight writhed with delight, surges of joy thrilling through his swollen cock.
Andrea used her in agination, and soon she was stroking the bulbous knob with one hand and jacking with the other. That made Charles squirm with sexual pleasure, and the bold warrior increased his attentions to the lady's loins.
"Would it displease you if I penetrated your vagina with my finger?" he asked.
"Oh, no! Please do it! I think it would feel quite good! But be gentle!"
Charles moved his finger around inside her slit lips until she was flowing with pussy juices, and her little vagina was swelling open with lust. Then he started probing her soft pink slit with his fingertip, until she gasped, moaned, squirmed, and nibbled on his shoulder.
"Ah! Oh! Charles! Ooohh, my lover, I can tell you how good that feels! My whole pussy thrills with delight from your penetration! Please move your finger around inside me!"
"like this, my lady?"
"Aaaahhhh! Yes, yes, like that, my beloved! Ooohhh yes, frig my little slit with your strong finger."
"In truth, lady, I would do any thing you asked, for the pleasure my cock is getting from your soft hands knows no bounds! Already my testicles are tightening with lust! Would you like to feel them."
"Where? Down here? Those round things with the wrinkled skin?"
"Ooohh-oohh! Yes, that's them! Oohh, yes, tickle them! Fondle my balls and jack my cock, sweet Princess!"
And so the two noble lovers fondled and frigged each other, until both were quite inflamed with lust. So great was their concentration that they heard nothing of the drama in the hall, and they remained where they were as the rest of the company filed out the great double door.
Brother Anton stood in the center of the room until everyone else had left, and then he glowered around him at the empty hall. His sharp brooding eyes spied a moving tapestry, and the monk padded silently over to the corner where in Andrea and Charles were caressing each others' sex organs.
The black-robed priest peeked around the curtain and observed the two handling each other. A lascivious smile spread across the monk's dark face, and he made himself comfortable to observe them in their love-making, listening to their impassioned conversation.
"Oh, Andrea, my love, you have made my cock as hard as it has ever been! Your soft sweet hands drive my dick crazy with desire! Can you feel the passion-juices leaking from the twitching piss-slit?"
"I feel them, Charles! And I feel your twitching balk pulsating in my hand! Do you feel the way my cunt contracts with desire when you stir it with your finger?"
"Indeed, sweet Andrea, it makes my cock jerk with joy when I feel your tight slit grab my finger! You know, I think can feel your maidenhead-and there seems to be a hole in it A hole just large enough for me to stick my finger through!"
"Aaaahhh, yes, yes! Do it! Do it again! Keep doing that Fuck me with your finger, brave Charles! It makes my cunt quiver with delight when you stroke your finger in and out o my tight little twat!"
Charles stroked his finger in and out of Andrea's virgin vagina, making the lovely girl's round ass squirm with sexual pleasure. In gratitude, Andrea fondled Charles' cock and balls with tender passion, until Charles' large erection jerked with spasms of delight.
Both the young lovers were overwhelmed with sexual desire, and they embraced with their arms, rubbing their loins together. Charles' stiff cock rubbed between Andrea's creamy thighs, giving stimulation to her clitoris and the wet lips of her slit.
"Aahh, my brave lover!" the girl sighed. "I can feel you rubbing your manly cock up between my legs! I can feel your swollen cock-knob sliding back and forth across my clit and the lips of my pussy!"
"Ooohh, Andrea, your little cunt feels so soft! Your little pussy lips are swollen open with lust, and I can feel the slick gravy flowing out to lubricate my cock!"
"Charles, that feels so good! Do that again! Press your cock-knob up against the lips of my cunt and push! like this! Ooohh, yes, that feels so good! Can you feel me when I squeeze down on my pussy?"
"By Christ, yes! It feels like the sweet lips of your twat are kissing the sensitive head of my dick!"
The two lovers kissed and embraced, and their naked ass squirmed as they rubbed their inflamed sex organs together. Writhing and moaning, the noble couple aroused themselves to a state of sexual delirium.
Andrea squirmed over on her back with her legs open, and Charles found himself lying on top of her, with the tip of his cock still between the lips of her pussy. Andrea lifted her legs and hooked her heels behind Charles' knees.
"Aaahh, Charles! Charles, you feel so good! Stick it in just a little farther! Wiggle it around! Oh, oh, oh! Ooohh, Charles, that feels sooooo good!"
"Mmmmmmm! Oh! Aaaaaahh-aahh-aaahh! Andrea, Andrea, my cock feels so good! Your little twat is so tight and slippery, it makes my hard-on shiver with pleasure!"
"Push higher! Yes, yes, yes! Ooohhh, yes! Do it! Move it around inside me!"
"Oh! Andrea, I believe I have just run into your maidenhead! Does it hurt you when I press like that?"
"Oh, God, no! I love it! I want you inside me! All the way up inside my slit! Push, Charles! Fuck me, please!"
Overcome with passion, Charles thrust forward gently with his hips until he could feel the girl's maidenhead separating for the tip of his cock. Andrea winced and moaned, but she pushed upward with her ass, helping him break through.
"Oh! OOHH! YES!" the beautiful girl gasped. "Now you've done it! You've just broken my cherry, Charles! And you're fucking my virgin cunt! Does it feel good?"
"In truth, my darling, I swear nothing has ever felt sweeter in all my life! My cock is singing with joy as it pushes into tight virgin folds of your vagina! I can feel every twitch of your tight twat, and each one fills me with ecstasy!"
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me! Charles, I've waited so long to be fucked! And I love every inch of it! Push your cock all the way in me, and then lie still and just move your ass around! I want to feel the full length of your big cock moving around inside me!"
Charles did as his lady asked. He filled her tight virgin slit with his cock and then ground his hips, rotating his erection inside Andrea's vagina. The lovely princess squirmed and panted, and she raised her higher and wrapped them around the young duke's ass.
They fucked slowly until their passions became too aroused, and then they started moving up and down, almost out of control, their sex organs so badly desired the pleasure of friction. Charles' lean flanks humped up and down, and his large erection stroked in and out of his young lover's slippery pussy.
"Yes, yes! Oh, now I want to be fucked with more vigor! . Move your cock in and out of me! Fuck me fast, Charles! Oh, shit, this feels so damned good! Please keep fucking me, Charles!"
"Ooohhh, my love, I have no choice! I couldn't stop if I wanted to, for my animal body so loves this pleasure it would disobey any command to cease! My cock craves the sweet friction of your tight wet young cunt!"
"Oh, keep fucking! Keep fucking em, Charles! I want your hard cock to fuck me fast and deep! Yes! Yes! Uh! Oh! Aaahh!"
Brother Anton watched the young couple fuck until he could sense the approach of Duke Charles' orgasm. Then the black-clad friar threw back the tapestry and filled the hall with his ringing voice.
"So this is how the young nobility of Burgundy acts when it thinks itself alone! Is this the daughter of a queen I see here wallowing in fornication like a common tavern slut? And is that her father's loyal liege-man, a duke no less, I see toiling to spill his seed between her lascivious thighs?"
Charles screamed and leaped off Andrea immediately. Trying to shield her half-naked body, he at the same time reached for his sword, but Brother Anton had taken the precaution of placing his sandaled foot firmly on the hilt.
The youthful duke looked up into the full power of Anton's terrible glance, and suddenly the young nobleman went limp-cock included.
"Oh, please, good friar!" Charles begged. "You must not reveal to anyone what you saw us doing! The king's heart would be broken! I beg you as a gentleman to keep this a secret!"
"Gentleman!" Anton scorned. "You should have been thinking of these things when you allowed yourself to mount the man's virgin daughter! Gentleman, indeed! As a gentleman myself-which I seldom claim to be! I have no choice but to report this to my host, the man you would both call master!"
Now Charles flung himself at Brother Anton's feet, kissing the broken toe-nails. "Please, please, sir! I'll do anything you ask! Ask any service of me you may want performed! I will deny you nothing that it is in my power to do or give!"
Brother Anton studied the groveling knight for a moment.
"Swear it!" he thundered. "What?" Charles quaked.
"Swear it! Swear you will do anything I ask of you, if I promise not to reveal your shameful sins here today!"
"I swear!" Charles shuddered. "I swear upon my word of honor!"
"Very well! Stand up!"
Charles climbed shivering to his feet, meeting Brother Anton's eyes with great difficulty.
"Now listen to me, Charles! Here is what I want you to do! The Holy Father has sent me here to recruit men, arms and money for the next crusade, and I mean to accomplish that, despite the seemingly united resistance of King Gunther and his entire court! Do you understand me, Charles?"
Charles nodded his head.
"You task is very simple, Charles! You will become the leader of a pro-Crusade party within the court! You hold a high rank, you are a close kinsman of the king, and you have a great reputation as a fighting man! Many of the younger knights will follow your lead, when we tell them about all the glory and booty that is to be won in the Holy Land!"
Duke Charles gasped and blanched. "I can't do that!" he groaned. "The king would consider me a traitor, and he would never grant me Andrea in marriage--! "
"Will he grant you her hand any quicker if he knows you have already stolen her maidenhead? Think, you young fool! If you come back from Palestine covered with glory and rich beyond your drams, Gunther will look much more favorably on your proposal!"
Confused and bewildered, Charles tried to stammer his objections. "But-but--! "
"Silence, you puppy! You have already sworn me an oath, and in any case, there is no other course of action open to you, unless you want to sneak out of Burgundy in outlawry and disgrace! Now go to your quarters and start laying your plans, for I want you to begin your recruiting no later than tomorrow! Move!"
Brother Anton picked up Charles' sword and threw it to him, catching him off guard. Charles caught the sword awkwardly. Then a thought crossed his mind, and he made as if to draw the blade.
But before Charles' hand could even move, Brother Anton had stepped across the space between them. Reaching out with lightning speed, Brother Anton seized Charles' throat in a grip of almost super-human power.
The black-robed monk picked the brawny young warrior up by the throat as if he was a rag-doll, and slammed the young duke against the stone wall.
"You stupid piece of shit!" Anton growled. "You have no idea of the powerful forces you are fucking around with! Now take your puny sword and go do what I told you, or you will be explaining your sins to a higher power than King Gunther!"
Anton squeezed Charles' neck until the young duke's tongue bulged from his mouth. Then Anton loosened his grasp and sent Charles flying along the wall, his sword clattering after. Charles pulled himself up into a crouch and disappeared without looking back.
CHAPTER THREE
Now Brother Anton turned his attentions to Princess Andrea. The shocked girl had managed to pull her skirts down over her pussy, but her bodice was still open, and she tried to cross her arms over her full naked breasts.
"Drop your arms!" Brother Anton commanded.
A look of horror passed over Andrea's lovely face, but she did as the friar demanded. Her arms fell to her sides, and Brother Anton studied her rising breasts.
"Caress the nipples and made them hard!"
Andrea raised trembling hands to her breasts and slowly fondled her nipples. In spite of her fear, the nipples responded, and soon they were throbbing with passion.
"Very lovely!" Brother Anton muttered. "Let's see the rest!"
'The-the rest?"
"Come on, princess! Pull up your skirts! Show me that pink little crack!"
Whimpering, Andrea pulled up her gown until the blonde V of her pussy-hairs showed.
"Spread your legs! Damn it, girl, I said I wanted to see your cunt!"
Andrea let her knees fall open, and Brother Anton leered at her moist pink sex organs. "Has anybody ever eaten your cunt."
"N-n-no!"
"Good! It's always nice to be first with something!" Brother Anton dropped to his knees between Andrea's spread legs. "Just lie back and relax! You'd might as well enjoy this, because you don't really have any choice, you know!"
Andrda reclined and closed her eyes. She was very frightened. "Are you really going to eat it? Chew on it, and everything?"
Brother Anton laughed, and then ducked his head between her thighs. He stuck out his tongue and gave a long lingering lick up Andrea's crack, and despite her fear, she found herself shivering with joy.
Then Brother Anton concentrated his tongue on her little clit. He lapped that little lust-button until it was erect with passion.
"Your little clit doesn't seem to be too worried about cannibalism!" he joked.
"Oh, it--likes that!" Andrea readily admitted.
Anton used his hands to separate the lips of Andrea's vagina, and that made her little clit stand up like a tiny nipple. The black-robed friar sucked her clitoris up between his lips and gave it a fervent whipping with his soft tongue.
"Oh! Ooohh! Aaaahhh! Mmmmmnnnn! Oh, that really feels good! You're actually sucking on my clit!"
Andrea's perfect round ass squirmed up and down with delight. Her loins were quivering with passion, and her pussy was again beginning to flow with her slippery cunt-gravy.
Then Brother Anton moved his tongue down to Andrea's slit, and he started lapping up the pussy juices that oozed from between her soft cunt-lips.
"I may not actually eat up your cunt, but I'll lick up all the juices I can get!"
"Oh, keep licking! By Christ, that feels good If you keep licking like that, you'll get all the juice you can drink!"
Brother Anton extended his tongue as far as he could and probed deeply into Andrea's vagina. He swabbed his tongue in and out of her slit until she was jerking with delight, her cunt throbbing with sexual pleasure.
"Ooohhh, yes, lick out my cunt! Fuck me with your tongue! Lick out my slit, friar! If it's cunt-juice you crave, you'll get plenty of it doing that!"
Using his fingers to open her cunt up as wide as possible, Brother Anton lapped greedily into her vagina, his long tongue sending thrills of pleasure surging through the lovely teen-ager's beautiful body. When the pretty princess was beginning to approach her orgasm, the friar stopped and stood up. He threw open his black robe, exposing the hugest erection Andrea had ever seen.
"Mercy of God!" she gasped. "Can that be the penis of a human being? As long as my arm it looks, and at least as thick! The swollen knob seems as large as an apple! Do you really put that thing up inside girls' pussies?"
"As you will soon find out, to your pleasure, I'm sure!"
"Then you do mean to fuck me with that thing!"
"I have every intention of doing so! It will be easier for both of us if you put it in your mouth and get it all covered with nice slippery spittle!"
"I don't think I can get it in my mouth!"
Andrea covered the swollen cock with kisses and licks, and finally managed to stretch her jaws wide enough to suck on the huge knob. Brother Anton giggled with pleasure all the while.
"That's good!" he said. "Now lie on your back and spread your legs!"
Assuming the necessary position, Andrea also reached around her lovely buttocks and used her hands to hold her pussy open. Still, it was with great difficulty that Brother Anton achieved penetration with his gigantic cock.
"Oooooohh! OH!! OH!! Aaaahh! Yes, now you're inside me! My God, how my pussy stretches!"
"Does it hurt you, my dear?"
"Only in the beginning! Now that I'm used to it, and my juices are flowing freely again, I rather like it! Push in a little higher if you want!"
"Mmmmmm! like that...."
"Oh, yes, yes! By Jesus, that does feel good!"
"Raise your legs up and wrap them around me! That's it! Now I can really get into you!"
"Uhh! Ohhh! Aaahhhh! Oooooffff! Yes, you're really in there now! My cunt feels full of your cock, like unto bursting!"
Andrea embraced her lover with her arms and legs, and ground her pussy around as he filled her with his tremendous cock. Waves of unknown pleasure surged through her loins, and soon the princess was begging the friar for his vigorous cock-strokes.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, brother in black! Whip your hard cock in and out of my tight little twat! My cunt sings with joy when you fuck me like that! Do it some more!"
"In truth, wench, your tight near-virgin vagina is a good treat for my fasting cock! My swollen knob pulsates with pleasure as I stroke it in and out of you! Hold me tight in your slender legs and arms, and I shall fuck us both to ecstasy!! "
The black-clad brother was as good as his word! Moving his muscular flanks with surprising agility, he whipped his huge cock in and out of Andrea's tight twat until both of them were panting and gasping with delight.
"Ooooohhh, fuck me!! ! Fuck me, faithless friar! Fuck my virgin vagina with your enormous hard cock!! How shall I ever find satisfaction again after knowing your monstrous erection?"
Spasms of ecstasy flashed through Brother Anton's groin, but he controlled his lust until he felt the maiden on the threshold of her ultimate passion.
"Tell me, sweet princess, do you feel the approach of your sweet orgasm? Have my hearty strokes whipped your frothy cunt into the ecstasy I promised you?"
"Oooohhhhh, fuck, yes!! I swear it! My loins are on fire with pleasure! My pussy sings with excruciating joy, and I can feel my twat tightening with sexual tension!! Surely my release can't be far from coming, if you continue to fuck me like this! And I beg you not to slow down for a single stroke, for my sex organs have never been so thoroughly aroused!"
Brother Anton fucked faster and faster, and the friction drove them both almost insane with pleasure. The fucking friar kept a tight grasp on his sex muscles, and would not let himself ejaculate until he was sure Andrea was in the throes of her orgasm.
"Are you coming yet, my sweet? Do the convulsions of joy flash through your tight pussy yet?"
"Oh, fuck, yes, I'm starting to come!" the lovely girl screamed. "I can feel the spasms starting to release! Oh, fuck, what a tremendous sensation! I love it!! And it feels even better when I clamp my pussy down on your super hard-on!"
"Oh, Christ, yes! I can feel your tight wet slit convulsing around my cock! Aaaahh, shit! I can't help but ejaculate now!! Here it comes, Andrea!"
Brother Anton moaned and writhed, his loins flaming with pleasure. Sexual ecstasy gripped his balls like a fist, and then released with a shudder of pure sexual bliss. Brother Anton groaned, and his jizm spurted powerfully through his twitching piss-slit.
"I'm coming in your cunt! My cock's pumping semen into your vagina! Holy Mother of God, the pleasure is too great to bear!"
Jerking powerfully, Brother Anton's cock poured a surging flood of hot male cream into the pulsating walls of
Andrea's throbbing pussy. When the beautiful girl felt that passionate flood squirting up into the folds of her vagina, she squirmed and gasped, and started coming twice as hard.
"Ooohhh, fuck! Come in me as hard as you can! Don't stop yet! Shit, I'm getting it twice as good, since you started spewing semen into my slit! Fuck me! Come in me!"
"Aaahhh, Christ, I couldn't stop if I wanted to! I must remember to thank God for the power and pleasure of my ejaculation! Your palpitating little cunt will milk my hard-on dry! My balls are quivering with bliss, and my semen is pouring out of me like piss!"
And so Brother Anton fucked Princess Andrea to ecstasy, and they both enjoyed tremendous orgasms. But when it was all over with the friar stood up abruptly and let his black robe fall once more over his still-dripping penis.
Andrea remained on her back, sobbing softly to herself. As the waves of incredible pleasure subsided, she realized how she had compromised herself. She realized what use Brother Anton would try to make of her, and she cried for .the fate of herself, and her lover Duke Charles, and King Gunther and the whole court of Burgundy.
But at the same time, Andrea knew she would do it all again. Already, her memories lingered on Brother Anton's huge and skilled erection, and even as she hated the man and his mission she found herself planning how she could get him to fuck her again.
Brother Anton turned and walked away from the half-naked girl without a backward glance at her milk-white breasts with their erect cherry-red nipples, or her golden-flossed pubic hairs between shapely long legs, or the glistening pinkness of her pretty pussy, already leaking the liquid fruits of their passionate exertions.
Returning to his suite, Brother Anton glared at the sullen faces of the Burgundians he passed. No one spoke to him, and most pretended he was not even there. Let them gloat! Brother Anton said to himself. Already my plan is afoot, and now I must be to work on the second part!
He closed and locked the door to his bedroom and took a leather pouch from one of his traveling bags. The pouch revealed a rolled up piece of parchment, which proved to be a map of the secret defenses of the Castle of Burgundy.
"Yes, yes, the last Papal Envoy did his job well!" Anton mumbled to himself. "I thought I remembered a passageway there!"
Brother Anton waited until the corridor outside the suite was empty. Then he turned a corner and went down a flight of stairs. Opening a closet door, he located a sliding panel, and soon found himself at the end of a secret passage leading to the royal bedchamber.
CHAPTER FOUR
King Gunther was in a high temper after his encounter in the hall with Brother Anton. His humor was not helped by the fact that Queen Hildrid had been somewhat swayed by the sharp-eyed monk's arguments.
"It's absolutely ridiculous!" Gunther shouted for the tenth time. "I have no lands to defend in Palestine, nor do I have any outstanding debts to collect there! Why I should squander my substance and the substance of my kingdom mounting a military expedition there is quite beyond me! The Holy Lands have been in the hands of the heathens for centuries and Chistendom doesn't seem to have suffered for it!"
But Queen Hildrid lowered her large blue eyes, and great tears welled out and dripped down her fair cheeks. "For God's sake, woman!" Gunther thundered. "What's gotten into you? What are you sniffling about?"
"I-I just can't help it!" Hildrid sobbed. "Whenever I think about Our Holy Father in Rome, writhing with anguish, tortured by the knowledge that the ground where Our Saviour walked is daily defiled by the feet of heathens! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo-oo!"
"Balderdash!" Gunther roared. "Woman, have you taken leave of your senses?"
An-an-and, even w-w-worse, I think about our Blessed Saviour Himself, forced to sit up there in Heaven looking down on the land of his Blessed Birth, seeing the filthy infidels pissing and shitting in the very stable where he was born! It tears my heart, Gunther! Have you no Christian Pity?"
"Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God!" Gunther prayed, sinking to his knees in front of Hildrid's little altar, with the painting of the Holy Virgin. "Sweet Virgin, Mother of Jesus, protector of women, please cause some sense to enter the brains of this ignorant woman! Please remind her that the prosperity and safety of her kinsmen and lands are more important than a cow-shed somewhere in Palestine! Tell my wife, please Blessed Virgin, that the lands of Burgundy have never been threatened by the heathens in any form, and-"
But Hildrid would hear no more of this, and she flung herself at her husband, screaming curses.
"Damn you, Gunther! How dare you put your cowardly words into the mouth of the Holy Mother, whose Son braved the battlefields of Hell itself? Why don't you just admit that you've grown old and soft, and you and your thousands of knights haven't fought a battle for so long you have forgotten which side of your spines your guts are on?"
Now when Gunther heard these words his wrath exceeded all bounds, and he did something he had never done before. He struck Queen Hildrid a blow across her face with the flat of his palm, and she gasped and fell back across the bed.
"Oh! OOOHHH! You bastard! You spineless son of a bitch! Saracens scare the shit out of you, but women are safe-to do battle with! You call yourself the King of Burgundy, but you are nothing but a shit-eating dog!"
Gunther at last had heard enough of this abuse, and he snatched up his gilded sword and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Queen Hildrid returned to the bed and laid across it, sobbing loudly. Then she got up and ripped off the gown she had been wearing. She flung off her underclothes until she stood in her radiant nakedness, with her full breasts glowing and her golden pussy-floss gleaming in the candlelight.
Stark naked, Hildrid threw herself down on her knees in front of her personal altar.
"Oh, blessed Mother, forgive me for having given myself to this coward! Long since past are the days when the name of Burgundy was feared far and wide! Now the fat Burgundians sit at home, hoarding their gold and power, and glory rides off to battle the heathen without them!"
This was the moment Brother Anton chose to open the concealed door at which he had been listening, and slip soundlessly into the room.
Sobbing convulsively, Queen Hildrid crouched in front of the altar on her hands and knees, her lovely round ass sticking up in the air. Brother Anton padded up behind her and stared between her buttocks as the woman prayed hysterically.
"Sweet mother of Jesus, change my Gunther's heart, and fill him with courage to defeat the Saracens! Or send me another man who is full of the power of God, who will purge me of my cowardly husband's sniveling spew!"
Hearing these words, Brother Anton lifted his black robe. Already his cock had grown to manly proportions again, and he aimed this swollen weapon between the queen's shaking thighs.
"Your prayers are answered!" Anton pronounced. "Perhaps both at once! Spread your vaginal lips and rejoice, for the Servant of the Lord is about to deliver you into the land of heavenly bliss!"
Queen Hildrid looked over her shoulder just in time to see Brother Anton's gigantic erection. Then the black-robed friar held her buttocks apart with his hands, and the head of his huge cock found the lips of her vagina.
With one swift stroke Brother Anton penetrated the queen's cunt to the very bottom. She gasped with shock and surprise, but almost immediately she felt herself overcome by immense pleasure. All the passions stirred up with her fight with Gunther were now transformed into sexual energy, and Queen Hildrid squirmed with delight as Anton's huge dick plowed her sweet vagina.
"Oohh! Holy Brother Anton! What are you doing? In all my life I have known no cock but my husband Gunther's! Is it proper that I should commit adultery with you, even though it gives me the greatest pleasure of my life?"
The Lord moves in strange ways, Good Queen Hildrid! God in his great wisdom has shown me the way to arouse the fighting instincts of the men of Burgundy! Relax and rejoice with me! Take your pleasure as God gives it to you, sister!"
"Aaaahh! And what pleasure it is, dear Brother Anton! Your huge throbbing cock fills my cunt with thrilling surges of sexual joy!"
Then Brother Anton reached around and started fondling Hildrid's splendid breasts while he fucked her from the rear, dog-style. Soon the queen's rosy nipples were erect with passion, and Brother Anton gently pinched and squeezed her tits and nipples, to her great joy.
"Ooohh, fuck me, fuck me, Holy Brother! Fuck my delighted cunt, and keep fondling and caressing my breasts! My nipples love it when you squeeze them like that! In all my life, I have never been fucked in this position, though I have heard that some people do it in the manner of animals!"
"Your tight cunt is as sweet as your Christian courage!" Brother Anton panted. "My cock thrills with joy from the slippery friction of your tight vagina!"
"Yes, yes, keep fucking me! Oh, Christ, how I love it! Fuck me fast and hard, Brother Anton!"
"Do you really like the way I fuck your cunt?"
"Oh, yes, I love every thick stiff inch of it!"
"I have another new trick you may like even better!"
And with these words, Brother Anton pulled his swollen cock out of Queen Hildrid's twat and quickly penetrated her tight red ass-hole.
"Aaaahh! Oh, shit, you're fucking me in the ass!" she gasped. "You've got your cock up my ass-hole!"
"Do you like it?"
"At first it gave me pain, but now I am feeling great pleasure! I never knew my butt-hole could also serve so well for sexual pleasure!"
Hildrid squirmed and moaned, feeling totally new pleasure sensations from being buggered. Her cunt still throbbed with joy, but her ass-hole was thrilling with delight. To increase her pleasure still further, Brother Anton reached between her legs from her belly and fingered her clit and pussy-lips while he fucked her anally.
"Aaaahhh! Ooooh-oohhhh-oohhhh! Yes, yes, fuck my bummy! God, I would never have guessed it would feel so good to be corn-holed! Keep fucking my ass-hole with your huge prick, Brother Anton!"
"You like my attentions to your virgin rectum, my lady? Do my cock-strokes up your butt-hole give you good pleasure?"
"Oh, fuck, yes! I love it! And it feels even better when you finger my cunt like that! Aaaaaahhh, God, but that's good! You're finger-fucking my pussy while your huge cock reams my ass-hole, and it feels so good I can hardly stand it! Please don't stop until I have my orgasm!"
"Don't worry, my lady! Brother Anton will fuck you until you can't come any more!"
And Brother Anton was as good as his word! He frigged Queen Hildrid's twat and fucked her butt-hole until the membrane between her pleasure-holes was singing with delight, and thrills of pleasure surged rapidly through the queen's lovely loins.
The beautiful lady twitched and writhed, moaning and sobbing with sexual joy.
"Fuck me! Screw me! Fuck me in the ass!" she babbled in her delirium. "Don't stop fucking my butt-hole! Oh, Brother Anton, I'm about to come! The waves of pleasure are getting closer and closer together, and I can hardly stand it, it feels so wonderful!"
Brother Anton put a final burst of speed into his cock-strokes, and soon Queen Hildrid was wailing with delight as the first spasm of her climax rolled through her groin.
"Ooohh-ooohhh-aaaahhh-aaahhh! OOOHHH! Yes, yes, make me come!"
Hildrid's beautiful body tightened and then released in a huge convulsion of joy, and the blissful pleasure of sexual orgasm shuddred through her shapely limbs.
"Ooohh, fuck! I'm coming so hard! Fuck me! Keep making me come! You're fucking my ass-hole and fingering my cunt, and I'm coming as hard as I possibly can! Please don't stop!"
A last crimson burst of joy exploded in her well-fucked crotch, and then Queen Hildrid's climax was over.
"Ooohh, thank you so much! I've never come so hard in my life! Did you come, Brother Anton?"
"Not yet! Do you want to suck my cock?"
"Oh, yes! Let me suck your semen out of you!"
Brother Anton laid on his back in front of the altar, and Queen Hildrid quickly put her trembling lips to his swollen organ. Sticking out her tongue, she licked all around the knob of his cock, and then she stretched her mouth and sucked the tip inside, caressing it with her lips and tongue.
"Yes, that's it! Put it in your mouth and suck on it!"
"Shall I tickle your balls with my fingers?"
"Yes, please! And jack the base of my cock while you're at it!"
Hildrid sucked the swollen knob and played with his balls with her hands. She put her hand around the base of his cock and jacked the loose skin up and down, all the time sucking the tip as sweetly as she could.
"Ooohhh, your mouth is so tender! So soft and sweet! God, but it feels good when you suck my cock like that!"
The lovely queen started bobbing her pretty head up and down, giving lip-friction to the head of Anton's cock.
"Aaah, shit, yes! That's really great!"
Hildrid sucked faster and faster, and Brother Anton squirmed with delight. His cock swelled with passion, and he could feel the tickle of his orgasm starting in his balls.
"Suck fast, I'm about to come!" he panted. 'Tickle my balls! Hildrid, there's a special place between my balls at the base of my cock! I want you to rub it when I start to come!"
Hildrid sucked and jacked and rubbed until Brother Anton couldn't stand it any more, and he gasped and started shooting semen into Hildrid's mouth.
"Fuck, what pleasure!" he cried. "My cock is ejaculating, and you're caressing the prime pleasure point between my balls! My ass-hole is palpitating with pleasure, and the jizm is spurting out of my throbbing cock!"
Sucking and jacking as hard as she could, Queen Hildrid eagerly drank the creamy liquid that spewed from Anton's jerking erection. She rubbed him tenderly between his balls, and soon she had sucked the friar dry.
"Ooohh, Christ, what a blow-job! Woman, you've milked me dry! God, what a mouth you have! That was some of the best cock-sucking I've ever had!"
Then, since they were front of the altar anyway, Brother Anton suggested they kneel together in prayer.
"Dear Father in Heaven, let this fine woman's spirit be an inspiration to the cowardly warriors of Burgundy! May they open up their hearts for the courage of God in the same spirit that this good woman had opened up her body for Your messenger!"
Queen Hildrid added a silent prayer of her own. "And please, Dear God, let me be fucked many more times by Brother Anton before this matter comes to a conclusion!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Next day King Gunther sat on his high throne dispensing justice, and all of his knights surrounded him. When the hall was full, Brother Anton entered and sat on one of the lower benches.
"What do you want here, monk?" Gunther asked. "Didn't you get your answer yesterday?"
"There is only one answer that a good Christian can give to the Holy Father's call!" Anton answered. "If you care nothing for your own soul, perhaps at least you will allow some of your retainers to gain glory in both this world and the next!"
Then Anton stood up on the bench he had been sitting on, and addressed the hall.
"Hear me, men of Burgundy! King Gunther has rejected the Pope's call for the new Holy Crusade, but does King
Gunther speak for all the good men here? Are there none among you who would go off to win glory and loot by fighting the heathen for the Holy Lands?"
For a while no one answered, and then Duke Charles stood up from his bench near the high seat.
"If no other Burgundian is ready to meet the challenge, I at least have no qualms! I will ride to the Holy Lands, and I will provide enough gold to outfit a hundred men, if they can be found who will accompany me!"
Gunther was very angry when he heard these words, for it was obvious that Charles' announcement had caused a great stir among the younger knights on the lower benches.
"Now there is a man with some guts!" Brother Anton said. "Surely God will reward him for his courage!"
And then Princess Andrea stood up from her throne beneath the King's and also addressed the company.
"Well spoken, Duke Charles! Said like a true Christian man! Every one here knows how we have loved each other for years, and I shall now publicly promise to wait for you until you return from the Holy Lands, covered with glory!"
Now when Lady Andrea had finished this speech, there was a scramble among the lower benches, and soon dozens of younger knights surrounded Charles, trying to get his attention.
"I shall follow you, Sir Charles."
"I pledge myself and three squires."
"I shall go! I'll pay my own way, and finance two others as well!"
"Me! Me! I want to fight the Saracens!"
King Gunther was raging with anger, but his worse blow was yet to come, for now even his beautiful queen, mother of his daughters, stood up and spoke to the crowd.
"God bless all of you who show this courage! You all have my full support! Out of my own dowry-purse I shall pay the traveling expenses of every man who volunteers! And now I want to ask all the young ladies in waiting who have suitors among the knights to go to her beloved and help persuade him, if he has not yet made up his mind to join the expedition!"
Hundreds of finely-dressed young ladies had been waiting around the edges of the hall, and now they all ran inside and tried to find their lovers, adding greatly to the confusion.
"Oh, Cedric, there you are! Cedric, go to fight the heathen with brave Duke Charles, and I shall wait forever for you!"
"Roland, you must accompany the brave company to Palestine! Say you'll go, and I promise I won't make you sorry!"
"Bold Hagen! I know you won't refuse this opportunity for glory! I will be so proud to bear the children of a brave crusader!"
Soon the entire hall was in turmoil, and it was obvious that most of the knights were going over to Charles. King Gunther was purple with rage, and he screamed for order, but no one could hear him. Finally Duke Charles got up on top of his bench and shouted at the milling crowd.
"Listen to me, brave men of Burgundy! All of you who will follow the Cross, come outside with me, and we shall make our marks upon a list!"
Many young knights shouted "Hurrah for Charles!" The young duke was raised on their shoulders and carried in triumph from the hall, and fully three-quarters of Gunther's knights paraded out of the hall with him, singing and shouting.
King Gunther stood in amazement, looking at his emptied benches. "What perfidy is this that causes my own family and my best men to desert me to your reckless cause, Brother Anton?" he asked.
Brother Anton smiled beneath his glowering eyes. "The hand of the Lord is surely in this work, Gunther of Burgundy!" he answered. "It is still not too late for you to change your mind and join your courageous countrymen!"
"I will see you in hell first, Anton!" Gunther raged, and then he turned on his heel and left the nearly empty hall for his private apartments.
There was one member of Gunther's family at least who was completely on his side, and that was his younger daughter Princess Caroline. Caroline had given her heart secretly to young Earl Roland her heart ached at the thought of seeing her youthful beloved ride off to war. , Caroline laid now sobbing across her bed in her private chamber. She had watched in horror as Roland had rushed up to volunteer with Duke Charles. What was she going to do?
Tears ran down Caroline's lovely child-like face, and she wrung her hands in front of her perfect young breasts. She had not yet even had a chance to confess her love to Roland, and now he was going off to battle! What if he never returned?
Suddenly Caroline made up her mind what she was going to do. Getting up and washing her pretty face, she combed her long dark hair and put on a pretty silk gown. She stopped for a moment to look at her shapely petite figure in her mirror.
"Oh, I only hope this works!" she said. And then Princess Caroline went off to find and seduce her beloved!
Fifteen year old Caroline was like teen-aged lovers everywhere. Although she had not yet told Roland of her love for him, she had spied on him and learned all she could about her beloved, and now she suspected she would find him in the barns, because Roland was very fond of his horse, a splendid creature named Alexander, a big stallion war-horse.
Caroline snuck into the barn just in time to see Roland climbing a ladder to the hay-mow. She ran to the ladder and followed him up, confronting him in the semi-darkness of the loft.
"Princess! What are you doing here?" the amazed youth asked, dropping the pitch-fork he had just picked up.
"Oh, dear Roland, it was for no other reason than to see you that I climbed up here!"
And then the lovely little princess completely confused the noble young man by throwing her slender body into his arms and passionately seeking his mouth with her lips.
"Oh, Roland, kiss me! Long have I dreamed of your sweet lips! Kiss me as deep as you dare, for I shan't stop you!"
Amazed as he was, Earl Roland could not help but respond to the warm young female creature who nestled so sensuously in his arms. Kiss her he did, and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her soft warm mouth.
Now Roland had watched this little beauty from afar, as had many of his companions, but never had he dreamed that he might be the one to win her affections. He could hardly believe the endearments she began to whisper into his ear.
"Oh, sweet Earl Roland, how handsome you are! For many nights now I have lain sleepless, thinking only of you and your powerful young manliness! Hold me, Roland, and kiss me as much as you want!"
The young nobleman found himself greatly inflamed by this royal beauty, and he responded eagerly to her advances. Soon the young couple had sprawled side by side in the soft hay, exchanging kisses and caresses.
"My lady, I truly don't know what to say! Can it really be that you are bestowing your love upon me?"
"If you doubt me for a second, you have only to put your hand on my breast and feel my heart pounding for you!"
So saying, Princess Caroline opened her gown, and taking Roland's hand in hers, she guided it to her quivering naked breast.
"Can you feel my heart beating for you?"
In truth, Roland could feel not only, the beating of Caroline's heart, but also the stiffening of her rosy nipple under his fingers. He continued caressing that firm young tit, until her gown fell open and both breasts were exposed to his manipulations.
"Aaahh, Roland, that feels so good!" the little lady whimpered. "My passions soar when you caress my breasts and nipples like that!"
"Shall I salute them with my lips then?"
"Oh, please caress them with your mouth! I have heard it said that young girls get greatly aroused when their lovers suck and kiss their nipples!"
Earl Roland bowed his head and pressed his soft lips to Caroline's quivering nipples. The girl shivered with delight, and soon her lovely little body was squirming with joy.
"Oh, it does feel so good! I just love it, Roland! If feels so good when you suck my nipples like that!"
Sucking her nipples, Roland also used his hands to massage her round breasts, and soon the young lady was moaning with passion. She twisted her legs around in her squirming, and soon her silk gown had crept half-way up her thighs.
"Sweet Roland," she whispered, "I am so aroused I would deny you nothing! Should you move to put your hand up inside my dress, I would make no move to stop you!"
His own passions greatly aroused, Roland did not let this invitation slip past him. Soon his hand was on her thigh, moving upwards into her loins.
"I have never been touched by a man before, Roland! But I want you to touch me! Touch me between my legs, Roland! Tell me if I'm soft and moist between my thighs!"
Fingers shaking with passion, Roland slowly explored the shape of Caroline's sex organs.
"In truth, you are very soft down there! Your soft pussy hairs are as fluffy as lambs' wool, and the flesh of your sex is as soft as a baby's skin!"
Roland ran his finger up and down Caroline's crack, until the beautiful little teen-ager was shivering with desire, Locating her little clitoris with his finger, Roland titillated her clit until she was gasping with passion.
"By God, you have found a great source of pleasure for me, my sweet lover! My clit is inflamed with lust from your ministrations!"
But Roland was anxious to feel the lady's virgin slit, and soon his fingertips were petting the silky lips of her vagina. This made her very aroused, and she squirmed and whimpered in her lover's arm.
"Oh, my pussy! You have found my slit at last! Ah, Christ, how good that feels! My cunt throbs with lust from your caresses!"
"In truth, my lady, I can feel your little cunny swelling open with desire, and it overflows with sweet slick juices! May I penetrate it with my finger?"
"Oh, God, please do! Fuck me with your finger, Roland!"
Caroline gasped and writhed and Roland slowly tickled the inside of her slit with his fingertip. Caroline reached over and started feeling for Roland's cock inside his trousers.
"Gentle Roland, my fingers yearn to stroke your manly weapon! Let me fondle your cock while you caress my pussy!"
Young Roland jerked his pants open and his hard cock sprang into Caroline's hands. She marveled at the size of it, and immediately started caressing and jacking it with her soft little hands.
"By the Rood, my lady! My cock is burning with desire in your dainty little hands! I love the way you jack my dick!"
"Oh, my lord, I tremble with passion when I feel your manly cock throb in my hands! I love to feel you shiver with pleasure when I slide the loose skin up and down the stiff shaft of your erect penis!"
"I too, shiver with joy when I run my fingertip through the silky wetness of your sweet little virgin pussy! I can feel you squirm with passion when I roll your little clit under my fingers!"
"Oooohh, Roland, do it some more! Diddle my slit with your fingers! It inflames my loins with lust!"
"My cock and balls are burning also with passion! Let me take down my trousers, so you can handle my testicles along with my hard cock!"
"Yes, please do! And I will lift the hem of my gown up over my hips, so there is no obstruction to your handling of my tender crotch! There! Oh! Your testicles shake with passion when I fondle them with my hands!"
"Aaaahh, Christ, my sweet lady! Your soft dainty hands fill my sex organs with passion and desire! My hard cock quakes with delight! My ass-hole is tightening with joy, and my balls are indeed shivering with ecstasy!"
"Roland! I want to caress your hard cock with my mouth!"
"Sweet Caroline, I was just thinking how much I would like to run my tongue up and down your silky crack!"
"Roland, I have heard it said there is a position in which a man and a woman may kiss and lick each other's sex organs at the same time! Is this true?"
"Indeed, it is, my love! Let me show you how!"
And in a second Roland instructed Caroline in the arts of making French love, also known as sixty-nine.
"We shall start out on our sides.' Spread your lovely thighs, and I shall pillow my head on your leg while my tongue explores the soft places in your loins! Aaah! The scent of your sweet sex fills me with lust! I must kiss it at once!"
"Oooohh! Ooohh, Roland! You're pressing your lips to the lips of my cunt! You're kissing my pussy! And now you're sticking your tongue out! Oh! Aaahh! You're licking my slit, Roland! Oh, fuck, this feels good!"
Caroline took Roland's quivering erection in her hands and started kissing the swollen knob. Roland squirmed with delight as Caroline applied her pink little tongue to the red tip of his cock.
"Aaaaahh, Christ! The way you lick and kiss the end of my dick, it just drives me crazy with lust! Oh, fuck, my cock is jerking and quivering, and thrills of pleasure are surging through my groin!"
"I love the taste of your hard cock, Roland! I just love the way it shivers when I lick it! I'm going to put the end in my mouth and suck on it!"
"Oh! Oh! Ooooh! Shit, fuck! Christ, what a sensation! Lovely little Caroline, you're sucking my dick! Oh, shit, I love it! You sweet little cock-sucker!"
Roland used his fingers to separate the lips of Caroline's vagina, making her little clit stand up like a tiny nipple. Then he whipped it with his tongue until she gasped with pleasure, and finally he sucked it up between his lips.
"Aaaaahh! Roland, you're sucking my clitoris! Jesus Christ, that's making me shiver with joy! Oh! Aaah! Spasms of pleasure are thrilling through my vagina!"
Roland moved his pliable tongue down to the pink lips of Caroline's slit, and started licking up the sweet cream that flowed out of her throbbing vagina.
"You're licking my slit! I can feel your tongue licking the lips of my pussy! Shit, it feels good!"
Roland licked deeper and deeper, until his tongue was dipping into Caroline's slit, making her vagina shiver with waves of delight.
"Now it feels like you're fucking me with your tongue! Ah, that really makes me lustful! My pleasures are rising all the time! I feel spasms of sexual delight! Keep licking my slit, Roland, and I'll keep sucking your cock!"
"Tickle my testicles with your fingers while you're sucking the red tip! Roll my balls in your hands! Yes, yes, like that! Ah, fuck, that's fine! Aaah, it makes me want to bury my tongue up in your tight pink crack!"
"Oh, do it, do it to me! Stick your tongue up my slit, and fuck me with it! It feels so good I can't stand it!"
Princess Caroline's ass squirmed sensuously as she had her pussy plumbed by Roland's seeking tongue. His cock twitched in her mouth, and Caroline knew she could be drinking his cream soon if she wanted to.
"Shall I suck you off in my mouth?" she asked. "Do you want to have your orgasm while I'm sucking your cock?"
"Oh, God, yes, if you will! It already feels so good, I don't know if I can hold it back much longer! I'm building up a heavy load, and I'm going to have to ejaculate soon!"
"Oh, do it in my mouth! If you keep licking my pussy like that, I'll come too!"
Swept up in the ecstasy of their sexual love-making, the two young people soon drove each other to orgasm with their oral caresses. Roland's balls tightened with passion, and Caroline stroked and rubbed them, also jacking the shaft with her fingers, and soon his swollen cock started leaking fluids into her mouth.
"Here it comes!" he warned. "Aaaah, shit, how it tickles! Rub my balls, lover! Oooohh, suck hard! Aaah! Oooh! OH! OOOHH!! "
Pulsing jets of jizm started spurting out of Roland's cock, and Caroline eagerly drank them down, sucking hard for more. Her clever fingers massaged his balls, and Roland sobbed and squirmed as he poured his pleasure into the girl's soft wet mouth.
"Shit! Fuck! Oooohh, Christ, what an ejaculation! I'm still coming! I can't stop ejaculating in your mouth! Ooohh, suck me, suck my spewing cock!"
Delighting in his orgasm, Roland shoved his tongue deep into Caroline's cunt, until he was licking her maidenhead itself. The lovely teenager shuddered as convulsions of ecstasy rolled through her loins.
"Oooohh, Roland! Now you're making me come too!" she screamed. "We're coming in each others' mouths! I'm sucking your come and you're fucking me to orgasm with your tongue! Oh, fuck, shit, cock, cunt, I love it! I don't ever want to stop coming!"
Spasms of orgasms exploded through Caroline's virgin cunt, and his lips rubbing against her clit made that tiny pleasure organ start climaxing too, until her whole crotch was pulsating with sexual ecstasy.
The two young lovers came until they couldn't come any more, and then they tenderly licked each others' sex organs clean. Finally they crawled into each others' arms and embraced.
Roland now felt as in love with the young princess as she was with him, and he hugged and kissed her in the golden after-glow of a perfect blow-job. He presently confessed his feelings to her, and swore to her his undying devotion.
"If you really love me, then this is what you must do!" Caroline whispered. "You must give up this idea of going off crusading, and stay here in Burgundy with me! If you do this, my father will give you great honor, and will look with favor upon you when you ask for my hand! Do this for me, Earl Roland, and I will give you my maidenhead and let you fuck me any time you want, to, even before we're married!"
Now Earl Roland was very sorry to hear these words, for he had his heart set on going off to win glory in the Holy Lands. Therefore he put off giving the lady any answer, but only said this:
"Sweet lady, if you were to ask any other thing in the world I would give it to you without a second's hesitation, were you to ask even for my sword arm! But this matter I must think about, so please give me leave to meet you here again tomorrow, and I will give you my answer!"
And so they left matters, each promising to meet the other there again the following day. Then Roland led his war-horse and Caroline straightened her gown and went off to her chamber.
CHAPTER SIX
Now young Earl Roland's heart was sorely divided by this situation, for it seemed to him as though in one short day he had been offered the two sweetest things in the world, but could take only one or the other, but not both.
First Roland would think about going on the Crusade, and he would imagine himself riding his splendid horse Alexander into battle, slaying many Saracens, winning to the very walls of the Holy City, covering himself with gold and glory. But then he would think of the sweet white thighs of Princess Caroline, and remember the maddening scent of her pink pussy, and in a trice his cock would be erect and all thoughts of the Crusade would be forgotten.
This confusion was not lost on the young princess, and she was worried sick that her first beloved would ride off to his death before they even got a chance to get to know each other. Caroline kept both her passion and her fear to herself, confiding in no one, not even her sister Andrea.
Finally young Caroline could stand it no more, and she went off to find Brother Anton. "If he is truly a man of God, he will listen to my pleas!" the innocent maiden thought. "With all the knights of Burgundy to choose from, surely he will let me keep my Roland!"
Caroline slipped down to the door of Anton's chamber, and knocked shyly. It took Anton many minutes to open the door, and he looked surprised to see the lovely little princess.
"Oh, Brother Anton, I must speak with you!" Caroline sobbed.
"Come in, my child!" Anton said, opening the door. He seated his beautiful young guest on the bed and then sat down beside her. "What is bothering you, little one?"
"Ooohh, Brother Anton, you must help me! I have fallen hopelessly in love with Earl Roland. But he is determined to go off crusading, and I am so afraid I will never see him again! Please tell me what to do! Isn't there some way you could arrange to leave Roland here in Burgundy with me?"
Brother Anton studied the figure of the young maiden, and he kept his silence for a long time.
"Surely, lovely maiden," he said at last, "you must understand how important it is that the Holy Lands be restored to Christendom!"
"But why must you take young Roland! Someone must remain behind! Who is to protect us if there's trouble while all the men are off to war?"
Brother Anton saw how the beautiful girl's young breasts heaved with her sobs. The cleavage between her proud young tits was visible above her low-cut neck-line, and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the clinging silk.
"God will protect those who go off to war in His holy name!" Anton assured her. "You will be safe here under the Lord's protection until your kinsmen return from the Holy Lands!"
Princess Caroline writhed in agony, and Brother Anton noticed the way the silk clung to the shapely curve of her slender legs.
"But how do I know that young Roland will ever return to me. He is not a very experienced warrior, and he may perish at the hands of the heathens!"
Suddenly Brother Anton leaped to his feet and ripped off his block robe, revealing his muscular body and his huge erection.
"Take off your dress!" he barked at the shocked girl.
"What?" she gasped. "Oh! Oh, all right!"
Her hands trembling, Caroline quickly unbuttoned her gown and stripped it off, revealing the lushness of her youthful figure.
"Do you want-are you gong to-to fuck me?" she stuttered.
"Quiet! I will do what the spirit of God moves me to! I am now the messenger of God's will, nothing more!"
Brother Anton advanced on the bed, his huge hard-on going before like an obscene battle-standard.
"Kiss me!" he commanded. "Anoint my penis with your sweet lips!"
Crouched on her knees on the narrow bed, Princess Caroline bent her mouth to the huge knob of Anton's throbbing cock. She was frightened half out of her wits, but there was also something very powerfully attractive about Brother Anton's huge sex organ, and the lovely teenager found herself licking it with some eagerness.
"Yes, that's right! You've got it! Lick all the way around the tip with your soft pink tongue! Aaaahh, yes, now don't forget to suck it a little, too!"
Stretching her jaws, Caroline just managed to get the huge swollen cock-knob into her mouth. She sucked tenderly on it, and it pleased her when she felt it twitching with delight.
"Do you like the way I suck your cock?" she asked.
Brother Anton conceded he had no complaints.
"But now I want to try something new! Cover my cock with as much spittle as you can! That's it! Now, hold your lovely tits together! I intend to fuck you between your breasts!"
Caroline did as she was told, and she was surprised how good it felt to have his big dick pumping up and down between her tits.
"By God, this feels better than I would have expected! My breasts are coming alive with pleasure. This is as good as having my tits caressed by hand! My nipples are starting to swell with pleasure!"
"My cock loves it also, my sweet princess! Your full young tits give my cock a perfect massage, and I would venture a guess that you are beginning to become inflamed between your legs!"
"In truth, I believe you are right, Brother Anton! I can feel a warm itching in the area of my clit, and I can tell from the moisture on the tops of my thighs that my pussy is starting to flow with passion-juices!"
"Lie down on your back and let me take a closer look at the situation!"
Caroline reclined on her back, and opened her thighs with her knees bent, giving Brother Anton a good view of her young vagina.
"What a beautiful young pussy! Could it be that you are still a virgin."
"That is my impression!"
"Look at that little clit. It's glowing red with passion, and standing up like a little nipple! I'm going to have to tickle it with my finger!"
"Ooooohh! Aaaaaaaaahh! Mmmmmmmm! Oh, you're fondling my clitoris! Ah, shit, that feels good!"
"You might like it even better if I used my tongue!"
"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwhhhhh! Yeee-eee-eess! Ooohh, fuck! You're licking my come-button, and it really feels good! My pussy is throbbing with joy!"
"Your pussy, you say! Would you like me to penetrate your pink slit with my tongue?"
"Yes! OOoooohhhhh! Shit! Fuck! Cock! Cunt!"
Lovely little Princess Caroline squirmed with lust as Brother Anton licked out her slit with his tongue. He fondled her clit with his finger, and soon the pretty young virgin was overwhelmed by waves of sexual delight.
"Aaaahh, Brother Anton, I shall surely come if you keep doing this to me! My loins are inflamed with passion, and the pleasure spasms are coming so fast I can hardly stand it!"
"Indeed, I can sense your passion, my lady! Your perfect round ass squirms on the bed as I tongue-fuck your pink slit."
"Aaaaahh, God, how you do lick my cunt! Shall I come in your mouth, then?"
'Take your pleasure as God gives it to you, girl! If you feel an orgasm coming on, flow with it! Release yourself into my mouth, and I shall eagerly drink the sweet gravy that pours from your virgin twat!"
"By Christ, I can't help myself! Your tonguing is driving my cunt to orgasm, and I couldn't stop it if I tried! Aaah, fuck, here comes my first convulsion! Uuuunnggghh! Oooohhh! OOHH! AAAHH!! "
Shuddering with intense sexual pleasure, Caroline moaned and groaned as her orgasm shook her lovely body. Her pink cunt pulsated with spasms of joy, and pleasure-gravy poured from her slit into Brother Anton's mouth.
"I'm coming real hard! Oh, I'm coming so hard I can't stand it! Lick my pussy! Eat my coming cunt!"
Brother Anton lapped her slit until Princess Caroline's last spasm had passed away, and then he licked up the sweet juices that had spilled from her cunt during orgasm.
"Well!" Brother Anton sighed. "Now that we have gotten to know each other a little better, perhaps we can continue our discussion of the fate of your young man!"
Caroline looked at Anton's swollen cock. "Don't you want to get off?" she asked.
"We'll get to that in a minute! First, tell me what you are prepared to offer in exchange for your young man's exclusion from the Crusade?"
"Oh! Why, anything, of course! Anything you want!"
"I thought that's what you'd say! First of all, I want your cherry. I want to break your maidenhead, and be the first to fuck your sweet virgin cunt!"
"Anything. Even that!"
"Excellent. You are a very sensible girl!"
"Do you want it now?"
"That's what I had in mind!"
"Well, fuck me, then! My pussy will never be any juicier and more ready than it is now, after that orgasm I had when you ate me out!"
Princess Caroline opened her slender legs as wide as she could, and Brother Anton mounted her petite body.
"First I shall rub the head of my cock around on your vaginal lips, to get them well coated with your slippery fluids!"
"Ooohh, do it all you want! It really feels good! I like to have my clit rubbed by the swollen knob of your cock!"
"Use your hands to help open up your slit! That's right. Now I'm going to insert the knob between your vaginal lips."
"Aaahh! Yes, yes, I can feel that. Ooohh, it feels good! Am I really wet and slippery?"
"Your little cunny is flowing with good fluids. I can already feel my cock wanting to slip up inside!"
"Oh, yes! Push it in a little bit!"
"Does it hurt?"
"A little bit, but the pleasure's better! Oh, yes, now you're up against my maidenhead! Can you feel it."
"Indeed I can, sweet maiden!"
"Stay where you are for a while, and let my pussy fill with juices as it gets used to your huge cock-knob!"
Brother Anton did as she asked, and as they waited he caressed her fine breasts, massaging her nipples with his fingers while his cock warmed up her tight little cunt.
"Oh, that feels so good! Now indeed, my loins are truly inflamed with pleasure! Push through with your cock, Brother! Fuck me! Break my maidenhead! Pop my cherry!"
Pushing forward with a gentle pressure, Brother Anton felt the head of his dick penetrate the thin membrane, and then his cock-knob was sliding into Caroline's virgin love-tunnel.
"Ah! Young lady, how tight and sweet you are! My cock throbs with joy from the friction of your virgin vagina!"
"Oooohhh, God! I can feel you breaking my cherry! I can feel you fucking my virgin cunt! I can feel your cock going deep inside my pussy!"
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, I love it! It hurt a little bit at first, and I can still feel myself stretching, but the thrills are fantastic! My pussy is pulsating with pleasure! I'm getting pleasure sensations I've never had before! Oh, fuck me, Brother Anton!"
The beautiful young girl wrapped her legs around Anton's ass and pressed her pussy up towards him. She shuddered with joy as his immense cock plowed to the bottom of her inflamed cunt.
"Oh, God, now I am truly fucked! Truly, truly fucked, for I can feel your huge manly sex-organ plunging to the very bottom of my little pussy! Aaaahh, shit, but I love it, every stiff inch! Oh, fuck me, Brother Anton!"
"Fuck you I will, my sweet virgin princess! For sooth, never have I felt a little pussy that pleased my cock more-and that's saying a mouthful!"
"Aaaahh, yes, yes, move your cock around inside me! Ooooo, shit, I can't stand it! My loins are boiling with pleasure! Aaah! It feels so fine when you move it around up inside my pussy like that!"
"By Christ, your cunt is tight and sweet! I hope you're ready for this, because I can't help myself! I'm going to have to start stroking my cock in and out, my little lover! Are you ready for some active fucking?"
"Oh, give it to me! Give it to me! Fuck me any way you want! I'm ready to feel your tremendous cock sliding in and out of my tight little slit!"
Their bodies trembling with lust, the two lovers writhed together, and Brother Anton slowly started grinding his huge cock in and out of Princess Caroline's sweet virgin cunt. Their interlocked sex organs thrilled with delight, and shivers of pleasure surged through their joined bodies.
"Ooohh, shit, why did I stay a virgin so long! Had I but known what pleasures awaited me! Aaah, fuck me, sweet Brother Anton! My cunt craves the strong strokes of your wonderful dick!"
"It's as well that you waited, my lover!" Anton panted. "I can't tell you how much pleasure I derive from being the first to fuck your little cunny! Oh, shit, how my cock twitches and jerks when I slip it around in your tight twat!"
Caroline's perfect round ass squirmed beneath her as Brother Anton whipped his hard cock in and out of her pink wet cunt. Her legs embraced Anton's muscular flanks, and she caressed his back and shoulders with her hands while she was getting fucked.
Brother Anton was now setting a rapid pace, for his cock was enjoying the sensations it got from sliding rapidly in and out of Caroline's crack. He craved more of the sweet friction in increase his pleasure even further, and soon he was fucking the teenaged princess as fast as his muscular body could move.
"Ooohh-oohh-oh-oohh-ooohh-ooooohhh-oh-oh!" she sobbed. "What a fucking you're giving me for my first screw! Shit, I can't believe the sensations your fast-moving cock is causing in my vagina! My whole crotch is blazing with sexual bliss, and I'm sure you're going to drive me to my second orgasm before too long at this rate!"
"Nothing would please me more! For I can also sense the approach of my own sweet climax, and nothing could be better than to spill my seed into you while your little cunny was climaxing too!"
"Well, fuck me to orgasm then! Oh, God, it won't be hard, for my loins are already boiling with delight! Another stroke! Faster! Deeper! Ah, shit, fuck me as hard as you can!"
"I'm fucking, I'm fucking! Oh, God, am I fucking! My balls are tightening with pleasure, and my ass-hole is palpitating with joy! My cock sings with pleasure when it slides up and down your cunt!"
"Oh, slide it in and out! Already I can feel spasms of delight rippling through my crotch! Can you feel my pussy contracting with joy?"
"Yes, yes, I can feel your pleasure contractions, and it makes my plunging pecker feel even better! Aaaahh shit, how good it will feel to ejaculate in your quivering quim!"
"Ooohh, do it! Come in me! Aaaah, Brother Anton, my cunt-muscles are tightening with pleasure! My loins are taut with sexual tension, and I can't be far from orgasm! Oh, fuck me hard and fast!"
"By Christ, I can feel your tight twat start to come as I fuck it! Ooohh, shit, I can feel your pleasure convulsions massaging my throbbing cock! Are you coming?"
"YES! YES! I'M COMING! Oooooohhh, shit, fuck! Aaaaahh! Ooohhh, what pleasure! My cunt is exploding with delight! Oh, fuck me some more! I can't stand it, but fuck me anyway!"
"My cock is bursting with lust! I can't hold it back any longer! I'm letting go! I can't help releasing my semen inside your cunt! Caroline, I'm coming up your cunt!"
Brother Anton's balls tightened and spasmed with delight, and his cock jerked with joy. Floods of sperm came spewing up from his quivering balls, and soon the creamy fluid was bursting out of his twitching piss-slit. The friar gasped and squirmed as the pleasureful flow spurted into Caroline's vagina.
The beautiful young princess felt Brother Anton's ejaculation pouring into her wet twat, and the sensations gave her an even harder orgasm. She clenched her legs around Anton's plunging flanks and sobbed and whimpered as he furiously fucked her coming pussy.
"Aaahh-oohh-aaah! Oh! Uhh! Mmmmmm! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me forever! Come up my cunt until you can't come any more!"
" Aaaah, Christ, what a piece of ass you are! What pleasure it is to ejaculate into your tight squirming slit! Your little pussy twitches like a massaging hand, milking my come right out of me!"
"Aaaaahh-aaaahh-ah! AAHH! OOHH! Mmmmm! Uh!"
They fucked until neither one of them could come any more, and they collapsed together exhausted on the bed.
"That really felt good, Brother Anton!" Caroline sighed. "I'm glad you fucked me! Will you really help me keep Roland from going off on the Crusade?"
Brother Anton sighed. "I'll do what I can, child! Of course, I must be assured of your continued cooperation!"
"Oh, yes!" Princess Caroline purred. "You may be assured of that! I'll cooperate any time you want!"-
And just to prove it, she let him fuck her once more before she got dressed and went back to her chambers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now it happened that the next day all the court of Burgundy met again in the great hall, and there they divided up into two parties, those who would go off crusading, and those who chose to follow their King and remain at home.
It was clear that the crusading party was much the larger, and King Gunther was in a sour mood as he took his high-seat. Queen Hildrid was nowhere to be seen.
Princess Caroline sought out Earl Roland and eagerly pulled him into a corner.
"Give me a kiss!" Caroline said, and they met in a passionate embrace. Young Roland was again reminded of how much this young lady had to offer, and he held her closely, feeling her young breasts pressing into his chest.
Soon they were caressing and embracing behind a curtain, and Earl Roland found himself inflamed with passion.
"Suck a lovely, lustful young creature you are!" he said. "If only I can persuade you to remain faithful for me until I return from Palestine!"
When Princess Caroline heard these words she pushed Roland away and looked into his face.
"When you return from Palestine? Then you still mean to go? Have you not talked to Brother Anton this morning?"
Caroline was sure that Brother Anton had kept his pro-mist about excluding Roland from the crusade, and she was shocked to hear his words.
"Indeed, I have! Just this morning he told me that I should command a whole squadron, and would be in the first ranks when we charged the walls of Jerusalem!"
Now it was obvious to Princess Caroline that Brother Anton had betrayed her, and she fell to bitter weeping. Roland tried to take her in his arms, but she rejected him.
"Go away!" she sobbed. "Now everything is ruined! Oh, if only you knew what kind of man you propose to serve!"
"What do you mean? Has Brother Anton done you any injury, my lady?"
"Nothing you would think serious! He has merely robbed me of my maidenhead, in return for a promise he never kept!"
Earl Roland was deeply shocked by these words.
"Surely you cannot mean it! Surely Brother Anton would not take advantage of you!"
"You think not? You fool! Here, give me your hand! I will prove what I say is true!"
Princess Caroline grabbed the young earl's hand and guided it up her dress to the soft folds of her sexual flesh.
"Put your finger inside me, and see if you can find the virginal membrane that was there before!"
Dumbfounded, Roland did as she asked.
"In truth, my lady, I do not find your cherry! Can it be you are telling me the truth?"
"I swear, dear Roland, I am not lying! Brother Anton deflowered me yesterday, in exchange for a promise to keep you from going to the Holy Land!"
Now Earl Roland felt himself betrayed on all sides, and he saw his joy crumble before his eyes.
"What a tragedy this is! If I go now to the Holy Lands, I will know it is in opposition to the greatest sacrifice my sweet love could make! And if I stay here with you, I will always know that you have purchased my safety at the price of your honor!"
The more Roland thought about this, the more furious he became, and finally his reason was submerged completely in a murderous rage.
"God damn that bastardly monk!" he cried. "I shall make an end of him here and now!"
Caroline gasped as Roland snatched up his sword and drew the blade from the scabbard.
"No! Roland, no! Please!"
But already Roland was filled with the battle-madness of a berserker, and he ran out into the hall brandishing his sword. All turned to look at him as he hurled his challenge through the hall.
"All right, Brother Anton, you craven coward and despoiler of the innocent! Come out and do battle with me, you bastard!"
The company fell back from Roland as he advanced swinging his sword. Brother Anton was standing with Duke Charles, and the black-garbed friar said, "Charles, you must defend me! I'm not armed, and that young maniac looks intent upon killing me!"
Duke Charles stepped in front of Brother Anton and drew his blade.
"Earl Roland! Stop where you are! Have you taken leave of your senses? Put that sword away immediately!"
But Earl Roland kept coming, red fury glowing in his eyes.
"Get out of my way, Charles! I would not harm you, kinsman, but I mean to kill that man behind you if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Neither man was carrying a shield. Roland swung his swored two handed, and when Charles countered the clang of steel rang through the hall. Then Charles swung a blow, but Roland parried with his sword, and again the ring of steel filled the huge room.
Women screamed and men gasped. A circle of space immediately cleared around the two men.
"Roland, drop your sword! Do you realize what you're doing?" Charles panted.
"Duke Charles, it is you who knows not what he does! I tell you, that black-frocked monk is an evil bastard, and if you knew what I know, you would help me kill him!"
Roland tried to dash around Charles to get at Brother Anton, but Charles again barred his way. Roland swung his sword, and Charles parried, but the blade of Roland's sword slipped off Charles' weapon, and the young Duke was wounded in the shoulder.
"You young fool! Now you have drawn my blood!" At the sight of the red blood running from his wound, Duke Charles was filled with tremendous righteous wrath, and he grabbed his sword two-handed and advanced on young Earl Roland.
Charles' sword whistled through the air as he swung it two-handed. Roland tried to parry the blow with his own weapon, but his blade shattered and the force of Charles' blow carried through, giving young Earl Roland his death-stroke.
"Aah! Now you have killed me!" Roland gasped, collapsing to the floor.
Duke Charles instantly regretted his action, but it was too late, for Roland lay dying, his heart-blood staining the polished floor.
"God damn this day!" Charles exploded. "What ever made that young fool attack me like that?"
Now King Gunther saw all this from his high-seat, and he was sorely vexed to see his best men killing each other before his very eyes. He leaped to his feet and shouted for order, unsheathing and brandishing his famous long sword.
"Enough! Let there be silence! I, Gunther King of
Burgundy, command you to be still!"
Slowly the confused crowd composed itself, and all looked in stunned silence at the body of young Roland.
"What a horrible tragedy this is!" King Gunther mourned. "I can see now there is no point in fighting against the will of God! This question of crusading has divided my kingdom, my court, and even my family! I say, let there be an end to it! I will no longer fight against the will of the Lord! The knights of Burgundy will ride to the Holy Lands, and they shall win mighty victories!
"And they shall be led by their rightful leader in peace and war, their king! I, Gunther King of Burgundy, will lead the Burgundians to Palestine myself! Enough of this division! Let us all now take up the Crusader's standard, and fight together under the same flag!"
Now there was great rejoicing when Gunther spoke these words, and the cheering rang through the hall for many minutes. The joyful knights picked their king up on their shoulders and carried him around the hall, and the lovely ladies pelted him with flowers and sweet herbs.
King Gunther and Brother Anton met in the center of the milling throng and shook hands and embraced, amidst the cheering of the ecstatic Burgundians.
Everyone forgot all about Earl Roland, except for Princess Caroline, who bowed weeping over his body. Her tears ran hot, and mingled with the blood that now dried on his terrible wound.
"Sleep well, dear beloved!" Caroline sobbed. "Sleep in peace, I shall never forget you! You shall have vengeance, my lover, and it will be blood-vengeance, you may be sure of that!"
Even though everyone had seen Roland attack him first, Duke Charles still paid compensation to Roland's close kin, and many people thought him a more honorable man for doing that. But Caroline still nursed her grief in her heart, and swore to herself that Roland's blood must be paid for in kind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
And so the Burgundian knights marched off to the Holy Lands, with Brother Anton to show them the way. The women were left behind with a few old loyal retainers, and the army marched overland to Constantinople.
Now that the departure had actually come to pass, the women were sorry to see their men leave, but none grieved so much as Princess Andrea, who had become accustomed to the attentions of both Duke Charles and Brother Anton, being fucked first by one and then the other, so that she had been having good sex two or three times a day.
On the morning when the army marched away, Andrea stood on the castle wall watching them leave, and she was sobbing with grief.
"How shall I live without them?" she cried. "My two favorite cocks, both leaving at the same time! Is my sex-life to end almost as soon as it started?"
And then a tremendous idea started forming in Andrea's head. She ran down from the battlements and started collecting the gear she thought she would need. An hour later Princess Caroline surprised her in her room.
"Andrea! What are you doing in that strange costume? If I didn't know better, I would almost take you for a young man in those trousers and that jerkin!"
"How wonderful of you to say that, for such is my purpose!" Andrea confessed. "Caroline, I can't stand to be left behind! There's a party of squires leaving in a few hours to catch up with the main army, and I intend to conceal myself among it!"
"Oh, Andrea!" Caroline gasped. "You too want to go to the Holy Lands?"
"I don't want to be left here all alone! Oh, I know you and mother are here, Caroline, but I can't stand to be separated from Charles!" Andrea did not mention that she was also as concerned about Brother Anton as Duke Charles. "Caroline, please don't give me away! Promise?"
Caroline nodded her head. "I'll keep your secret. I think you're crazy, but if it's what you want to do, I won't try to stop you!"
"Oh, thank you, sister!"
Then the two royal sisters embraced, and Andrea grabbed up her luggage and went and concealed herself among the contingent of late-starting squires. Nobody questioned her in the confusion, and soon the seventeen year old princess was riding off after her lovers.
The squires were under the command of a young knight named Sir Bors, and when their party still had not caught up with the main army by nightfall, Sir Bors ordered them to make camp for the night.
Andrea kept to herself as much as she could, and no-one questioned her about anything. She helped silently with the cooking, and ate her portion with the rest. Immediately after dinner she rolled herself up in her sleeping robes, far away from the fire in the center of the camp.
But sleep was long in coming, and Andrea was awake even after all the others had returned. And to make matters worse, she had to take a leak! Trying to be as quiet as possible, she slipped into a light robe and crept off into the edge of the woods.
However her movements had not gone undetected. Sir Bors, sleeping lightly as befits a commander, saw her sneak off, and decided to investigate. "Probably just one of the lads going off to piss, but it never hurts to be sure!"
So Sir Bora followed the shadowy figure into the woods, and he was greatly amazed to see Andrea lift her skirt and squat to piss.
"What is this?" he marveled. "Has one of my squires learned to urinate like a woman?"
But Andrea stood upright for a second in the moonlight before letting her skirt drop again, and Sir Bors could see with certainty that she was not a young man!
"By Christ! That was a pussy if I ever saw one, and a nice young pussy at that. What's going on around here?"
Sir Bors retreated into the shadows until Andrea walked past him, and then he reached out and grabbed her, easily pulling her into the darkness of the underbrush.
"Oh! Stop! Unhand me! Let me go!"
Pushing her to the ground, Sir Bora reached up her dress and ascertained in the most direct manner that she was female.
"Get your hand out of there, you bastard! Take your finger out of my cunt!"
"Forgive me, lady, but I had to make sure! Now, let's get a better look at you!"
Bors pushed her face into a patch of moonlight and looked closely at her.
"By the Rood!" he marveled. "Tis Princess Andrea, the King's elder daughter! This is indeed a prize! King Gunther will cover me with gold for this discovery!"
Sir Bore hastened to withdraw his hand from between the lady's legs, but now she closed her thighs, catching him fast.
"Oh, please, Sir Bors! You don't have to tell my father! It's just that I can't stand being left behind!"
Andrea kept squeezing Sir Bors' hand between her legs, and now she put her hand on his wrist and moved his hand up and down her crack.
"If you keep me with you and don't reveal any secret, you can fuck me all the way to Palestine!" the princess coaxed. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"I don't know," Sir Bors said. "If Gunther ever found out, it would be worth my head-or worse!"
"He'll never know!" Andrea promised, pressing her soft lips to his face, smothering him with passionate kisses. "Don't you want to try at least a little piece? Just one little fuck, so you'll know what you could be enjoying!"
"In all truth, my lady, my cock does stand to attention when you snuggle against me like that!"
"Let me feel it! Yes, open your trousers! Oh, it's really big! Don't you want to put it up inside my cunt?"
Andrea opened her legs, and Bors did not try to remove his hand. In fact, he started caressing the soft pleasure-flesh between her legs, and she was stroking his throbbing cock, and soon both of them were swept away in a swirling current of lust.
"Do you know how to stimulate my little clitoris?"
"like this? Shall I roll it under my fingers?"
"Aaahh, yes, yes! Do that! Oooh, fuck, that feels good! My loins are boiling with passion. Stroke my clit, and I'll jack your cock!"
"Wrap your hand around it and jack the loose skin up and down the shaft! Aaahh, yes, that's it! Shit, you make my penis feel good when you do that!"
"You can finger-fuck me if you want to!"
Sir Bors penetrated Andrea's pink slit with his finger, making her moan and squirm with delight. Waves of pleasure surged through her pretty pussy, and she massaged his swollen cock, making him tremble with sexual joy.
Panting and whining with lust, Andrea pumped her ass up and down in time with Sir Bors' finger-strokes, and soon she was overflowing with sweet vaginal juices. Opening the top of her robe, she invited Sir Bors to enjoy her full ripe young breasts.
"Do you want to suck my nipples while you finger-fuck me and I jack your cock?"
"Yes, I think so! Aaah, they're so lovely! Already your little nipples are erect with passion!"
"Oh, but they're getting harder still as you lick and suck them! I love to have my tits sucked while I'm getting fingered in the pussy!"
"Are you ready to be fucked?"
"Yes! Please stick it in me!"
Rolling over on her round ass, Andrea opened her bent knees and Sir Bors climbed eagerly into love's saddle. Andrea used her dainty hands to guide his throbbing cock to her waiting slit, and soon he could feel her soft vaginal lips around his swollen knob.
Andrea's cunt was swollen open with desire, overflowing with slippery joy-gravy, and she was delighted to feel his cock start its vaginal penetration. She pushed her pussy up to meet him.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me! That's what I want! Do it to me!"
"By Christ, you are hot for it! Well, take it then!"
"Aaaahh! Ooohh, you're in me!"
"And it's a tight wet little cunt you have, too!"
"Aaaahh, shit! How you fill me up! Oooh, my little pussy is bursting with your huge cock! I love it!"
"Shall I give you some more then?"
"All of it! Stick it all in me! I want to feel your cock clear down to the bottom of my vagina! Please, fuck me deep! Stick it in and then just leave it there for a while!"
"like this? Oh, shit, but you're tight!"
"Now, lie still and let me get used to having my cunt filled up with your dick! Oooh, yes! Kiss me, Sir Bors!"
Their mouths met in an open-lipped kiss, and their tongues intertwined and caressed each other. Sir Bors' stiff erection was buried to the hilt in Andrea's tight wet pussy, and although neither was moving, the good vibrations between their sex organs was making them dizzy with lust.
"Aaaahh, Sir Bors, my pussy is filling up with sweet slippery juices! I can feel your cock twitching with little spasms of pleasure, and it thrills my loins!"
"I can also feel my cock swelling to even greater girth inside your heavenly vagina! I'm afraid, dear princess, that I'm going to have to start moving, because I crave cock-friction so much I'm losing control of my muscles!"
"Well, fuck away, then, gallant knight! Screw me as speedily as you want! I'm ready for it! My cunt too could use some friction!"
"Mmmmm! Aaaahh, what pleasant sensations I get when my cock slides in and out of you!"
"Ooooh, I love it too, Sir Bors! I like it when you pull it almost all the way out, and then push it slowly back in again! Do that a few more times!"
"Raise your legs up and wrap them around my hips! Yes, that's it! Now I can really get some action going!"
"By the Holy Rood, it's true! You're really fucking me now! Ooohh, God, I love the strokes of your cock! Your big dick tickles my pussy so good it almost drives me crazy!"
The two lovers squirmed and writhed in the bushes, their bodies shivering with pleasure. Andrea embraced her lover with her arms and legs, gasping for joy as his huge erection plowed in and out of her tight little snatch.
Thrills of pleasure surged through Sir Bors' loins, making his cock jerk with joy. His balls tightened with delight, and he panted and moaned as he thrust his big pecker in and out of lovely Andrea's vagina.
"Aaaah, Christ, what a good fuck you are, my princess! Your tight slick cunt gives my cock tremendous sensations of sexual joy! For the sake of pussy this good, I would carry you to Jerusalem on my back!"
"No, on my back!" Andrea giggled. "On my back, with my legs wrapped around your thrusting flanks! Ooooohh, shit, but I love the feelings I get when you fuck me like this! Your cock is moving faster and faster, and it's whipping my cunt into a frenzy of lust!"
"I can't help but fuck you as fast as I can, my lady, for the pleasure it gives me takes all command of my blissful body! I hope my desperate strokes are giving you pleasure!"
"Oh, I love every inch of it! Fuck away, Sir Bors! Fuck me to orgasm! Make me come! Fuck me until I can't come any more!"
"Aaaahh! Don't talk about coming! I can't hold my ejaculation back much longer! My balls are as tight as a fist, and my cock is bursting! I'll spill into you any minute now!"
"Oh, do it! Come inside me! I'll have an orgasm if you do!"
Sir Bors' sex organs were convulsing with pleasure, and he gasped and let go. His cock jerked with delight, and his balls vibrated with intense sensations. The hot thick cream spurted up his throbbing cock and squirted out the quivering piss-slit, and the young knight shuddered and groaned as his spasming sex organ pumped pleasure into Andrea's twitching pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! ! OOOHHH, fuck! No, no, no! Oooh, shit, what an orgasm! I'm still ejaculating!"
When Sir Bors' powerful ejaculation poured into Andrea's vagina, it made the girl's tight twat convulse with pleasure, and soon the young princess was caught up in her own orgasm, sobbing and squirming, whimpering with delight as Sir Bors kept spilling his tickling seed into her climaxing cunt.
"Ooohhhh-ooohhh! Aaaaahh! Fuck me! FUCK ME!! Fuck me and come in my cunt! It makes me come too when you come in my cunt! COME IN MY CUNT!"
"Aaahh, shit, Christ, fuck! I'm STILL ejaculating! The come is pouring out of me like piss! I'm coming so hard my balls are getting cramps!"
Andrea's long legs kicked and jerked, pointing straight up into the air as Sir Bors jerked and twitched on top of her, his quaking cock emptying itself inside her orgasming vagina.
Finally Bors' cock pumped itself dry, and his shuddering spasms passed slowly away. Andrea stopped coming then too, and they laid in each others' arms, whimpering with the after-glow of a good fuck.
Then they became aware of the voices around them.
"That was very good, Sir Bors! Now it's our turn!"
"You ought to give us squires a little sport, too! We need pussy just as much as anybody else!"
"Roll off now, Sir Bors, and give another a chance!"
"You'd both really best cooperate, you see, because otherwise you're in a very dangerous situation! If you are betrayed to King Gunther, he will cut off Sir Bors' head, and have Lady Andrea sent to a convent, or worse!"
"So, you can't really deny us our sport, can you?"
"Well be quick! We're all young lads, and we'll pop our rocks before you know it!"
Sir Bors tried to grab for his sword, but the squires had prudently removed it from his reach. They were armed with spears and short swords, and all sported manly little erections. They ranged in age from twelve to fifteen, and there were about a dozen of them.
"My God!" Sire Bors said.
"Dear me!" Andrea sighed. "I suppose I shall just have to let the little beggars gang-fuck me."
"Andrea, you can't be serious?"
"Why not? Would you rather lose your head? I certainly don't intend to be sent off to any convent, I can tell you that for sure!"
The squires were greatly cheered by this news, and immediately fell to bickering among themselves about who was to be first.
"Here, here! None of that!" Sir Bors said. "At least be orderly about this! Line up according to age!"
"I'll take the youngest one first!" Andrea said.
A shy lad of twelve was pushed forward. He was very bashful, but the size of his erection showed he was eager for sexual contact.
"Come on, lad!" Andrea said tenderly. Taking the boy in her arms, she opened her thighs for him and guided his erection to her vagina with her dainty hands.
"Put it right in here! Yes, that's it! Push it up inside me! Oooh, yes, now you're there! Now pump up and down! That's it! Does it feel good?"
"Oooh-oohh-oohhh, ye c-c-ccs, ma'am! I'm afraid I ain't gonna last long!"
"Well, fuck away, lad! Take your pleasure!"
"Ooohh! Oh, shit, it feels so good! It really tickles hard! Aaaaah! OOOOHH!! I'm coming! I'M COMING!! "
The lad shivered and jerked as he had his orgasm, and the other squires cheered and clapped their hands.
"Next!"
"Me! Tm next!"
"Oh, hurry, or I'm going to come before I even get a chance to fuck her."
"He's in her! He's humping up and down."
"Oh! He slipped back."
"Put it back in!", "Aaaah! Look! He's coming! He's coming."
"Stick it back in for the last few drops."
"Aaaaaaahh! Oqooohhh! Uh! UUUHH!. "
"Now me! My turn now! Hurry, I'm about to come."
"Stick it in her! Stick it in her crack."
"Wow! Look at him fuck her! Go! Go."
"Ooohh, shit! I'm about to come! Here I come! FUCK!! SHIT!! I'm coming in a pussy."
"He came already!"
"Better for us! Hurry, it's my turn now!"
"Hurry!"
"Hurry!"
And so it went, with all twelve of the lads taking their turn fucking young Princess Andrea. And in truth it must be said that the lady did not find it an unpleasant experience. Indeed, by the time the last lad, the oldest, a fifteen-year-old with a man-sized cock, was ready to fuck her she was ready for another climax.
"What is your name, lad?"
"Watt, m'lady!" he answered.
"Watt, have you fucked before?"
"A few times, m'lady!"
"Well, make this a good one! Your young companions have given my twat a good tickling, and now I need some satisfaction!"
"Then I'm your boy, ma'am!"
Watt climbed on top of Andrea and she immediately wrapped him in the embrace of her lovely legs. The young lad took his cock in his hand and drove it straight into Andrea's vagina, penetrating to the bottom with a single stroke.
"Well begin!" she panted. "Now give me a good fucking!"
"Is it fast strokes you want, my lady? Then I shall fuck you as fast as I know how!"
So saying, young Watt began humping his ass up and down, pumping his cock in and out of Andrea's tight twat. The young lady loved it, and begged for more.
"That's what I want! Give me a good fucking! Fuck me hard and fast, because I can feel myself about to come!"
"Shit, lady, me too! Ooooh, fuck, this is great! You're the best piece of ass I ever had!"
"Oooh, shut up and fuck! I want cock-friction! Oooh, yes, give it to me! FUCK ME, I'M COMING!! "
Princess Andrea gasped and squirmed as her second orgasm of the night thrilled through her loins, making her shudder with pleasure. The convulsions of her coming cunt got young Watt off too, and in a few seconds he was sweetening her snatch with his youthful cream.
Andrea laughed with joy as the lad spilled his load into her throbbing cunt. She had thoroughly enjoyed all these young cocks, and she was looking forward to a very pleasant journey to the Holy Lands.
CHAPTER NINE
Now after due course the Burgundian army arrived overland to Constantinople. Then Brother Anton said to King Gunther, "Now you must go and meet the Byzantine Emperor, for he is the lord of this city, and of the straits beyond. If we are to get across the straits to the Holy Lands, we will need the Emperor's help, because it will take many boats to ferry this great army!"
So Gunther sent a message to the Emperor saying he would like to see him. The Emperor had heard of the Burgundian court, and he immediately invited King Gunther to his palace. King Gunther dressed himself up in his finest clothes, and took with him Brother Anton, Duke Charles, and other worthy men.
King Gunther and the Byzantine Emperor greeted each other warmly and exchanged news. Gunther asked the
Emperor for his help in ferrying the Burgundian army across the water, and the Emperor gave his full support.
Then the Emperor said to Gunther, "It will take me some days to prepare such a great navy as will be needed. In the meantime I will send you food for your whole army, and you and your close kinsmen must join me here in the palace!"
Gunther thought this was a generous offer, and he quickly accepted. After further civilities, Gunther and the others were shown to luxurious private apartments in the Imperial Palace.
Being tired after his journey, Gunther called for a hot bath. Servants immediately appeared, and soon the Burgundian King was reclining hi a tub of hot water. All the servants left except one young girl, and Gunther studied her as she moved around the room.
She was quite young, perhaps the age of his younger daughter. Also like Caroline, this girl had dark hair, but where Caroline's was straight, this girl's dark tresses hung down in tight ringlets.
Her body was very provocative-both child-like and womanly at the same time, with full breasts, long legs, and a delightful round little ass.
"What's your name, child?" Gunther asked.
"Jasmine," the girl replied. "Would you like me to wash you, master?"
"Why-certainly!"
Taking up a soft sponge, Jasmine came over and started scrubbing down Gunther's back. She was wearing a filmy gown with dark-colored drawers underneath, and as she leaned over the steaming tub, she slipped out of the gown. Naked except for the drawers, she splashed warm water over Gunther's shoulders.
"You're a very lovely girl!" Gunther said.
Hearing this remark, Jasmine smiled and her hand ducked under the water. Gunther gasped as her hand closed around his prick and started massaging his sex organs.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Oh, yes!" Gunther answered. "Please don't stop!"
"Your penis is getting hard! Look, it's sticking up above the water, and the knob is swelling up!"
"That's because it loves the way you play with it!"
Suddenly Jasmine slipped out of her black drawers, exposing the dark V of her pubic hairs. She lifted her slender leg and hopped into the tub with Gunther.
"I can wash you and diddle your cock easier this way!"
Taking Gunther's cock in both hands, Jasmine jacked the loose skin up and down until the King of Burgundy was squirming with delight. She also remembered to tickle and fondle his balls, which increased his joy.
"Look, Your Majesty! A little droplet of clear liquid is leaking out of your piss-slit on the end of your cock!"
"That means I'm getting really aroused! My cock is leaking with passion from your good caresses!"
"I shall lick the moisture off with my tongue!"
The giggling girl leaned over and applied the tip of her pink tongue to the end of Gunther's hard cock. She licked up the drop of fluid, and then gave it many more kisses and licks besides, until Gunther was gasping and moaning with sexual pleasure.
"In truth, I think you're sucking my cock!"
"Oh, I am, my lord! I'm sucking and kissing and licking your big manly hard-on, and I love it! It tastes wonderful, and I really like the way you squirm and twitch when I give your cock a good sucking!"
"Well suck away, sweet child! For all I care, you can suck until you drink my come!"
"Would you like to come in my mouth?"
"I think it would give me great pleasure to ejaculate in your soft warm wet young mouth! Especially if you paid careful attention to jacking my cock and fondling my testicles while you sucked the knob!"
"I will do exactly what you ask!"
And that is just what the lovely young girl did. Stretching her jaws, she sucked the head of Gunther's cock into her mouth, and made love to it with her tongue and lips. Using her dainty hands, she stroked the loose skin at the base of his cock, and fondled and tickled his quivering balls. In this way Gunther was soon elevated to a state of sexual bliss.
"Aaaaaahhh, shit, my sweet little cock-sucker! My God, but your mouth and hands do give me pleasure! My cock is throbbing like mad in your sweet mouth, and it makes me shiver with delight when you caress my balls like that! Fuck, you're great, Jasmine!"
Giggling and laughing, Jasmine sucked and jacked until Gunther was approaching his orgasm. His testicles tightened with passion, and his cock started twitching with regular spasms.
"I think you're going to shoot your semen into my mouth pretty soon!" Jasmine giggled. "Am I right that your ejaculation will soon be pouring out of your manly cock?"
"Christ, that's right! Ooooohh, fuck, it feels so good! I can hardly stand it! My cock and balls are tickling like crazy! Aaaaaaahh, shit, I can't hold it back much longer! I'm going to have to come!"
"Well, do it! Spurt your come into my mouth, and I'll suck it out of you and swallow it!"
Then Jasmine used her little fingers to locate and caress the prime pleasure point between Gunther's balls at the base of his cock, that pushed him over the edge. His limbs convulsed, shudders ran through his body, his ass-hole palpitated. Swollen with lust, his cock started spouting thick cream, and he gasped and sobbed as the splendid sensations of orgasm rolled through his loins.
"Aaaaaahh, fuck, shit! Jasmine, I'm coming in your mouth! My cock is shooting semen into your mouth, and I can feel you sucking and swallowing! Ooohh, by Christ, this feels so good!"
Jasmine sucked and jacked as hard as she could, and Gunther squirmed and poured his pleasure into her soft mouth. When she had sucked him dry, she licked him clean and finished the bath. She helped him out of the tub and rubbed him down with clean warm towels, and then took him to bed.
"Shall I lie down with you, master?"
"Oh, please do, Jasmine!"
They laid down together on the bed and embraced and caresses, and soon Gunther found himself getting erect again, despite his recent orgasm.
There was not doubt that Jasmine was a sexy little wench! Her full breasts swelled with passion, and her dark red nipples came erect under his stroking fingertips. Her helly was flat and tight, and her loins inflamed Gunther's excitement when he brushed them with his fingers. He also stroked and petted the round cheeks of her ass, until she squirmed and giggled with delight.
Jasmine's soft fingers again located Gunther's swelling sex organ, and now she fondled it even more sweetly than before. Her clever hands rubbed and squeezed and jacked until his cock was standing at full attention again, and she laughed as she fondled his tensing testicles.
"I think you like me!" she said. "Do you want to play with my pussy?"
"How would you like me best to arouse you, my little playmate?"
"Would you mind kissing me down there?"
"But not at all! I was just thinking the same thing!"
So Gunther got down between Jasmine's lovely legs, and she opened her lovely thighs, treating him to a perfect view of her beautiful young sex organs. Her black pussy hairs were tight and curly, and a bright pink groove ran right up the middle. At the top of the groove was the little red button of her clitoris, and it was to this quivering love-button that Gunther first turned his attentions.
Sticking out his tongue, Gunther applied the very tip to Jasmine's little clit and started a rolling motion. The pretty girl gasped and jerked with pleasure.
"Ooohh, master! You are licking my clitoris! Fuck, that feels great!"
Gunther licked Jasmine's clit until it was quite erect with sexual excitement. Then he started tenderly lapping the swelling lips of her vagina.
"Now you're licking the edges of my cunt! Aaaaah, I'm so sensitive there! This is really arousing me, Gunther! Aren't you going to lick up inside my crack?"
Stretching his tongue, King Gunther extended it up inside Jasmine's pink slit, making the little beauty writhe with joy. Her limbs trembled, and her slit started overflowing with pleasure-gravy.
"Yes, yes, now your licking up inside my cunt! That makes me swoon with pleasure! Oh, master, eat my cunt! Lick out my snatch with your long tongue! I love to be tongue-fucked!"
Now Gunther brought his hands into the act. He used his fingers to separate Jasmine's vaginal lips, and his tongue probed deeply up her snatch, making her shiver with delight.
"Aaaahh! Ooooohhh! Mmmmm! Shit, fuck! My God, lord Gunther, but you do eat cunt! My cunt is throbbing with pleasure from your tongue-strokes! You make my loins boil with lust!"
Shifting the fingers of one hand, Gunther also began massaging her erect clitoris, and now Jasmine was truly overwhelmed by the intensity of the sexual sensations she was feeling.
"Oooh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaahhh! Are you trying to make me come."
"Why not?"
"Well do it then! Eat, me to orgasm, and then come fuck me, and I'll come again for you when you spill your load in me!"
So Gunther set himself to work on giving Jasmine an orgasm with his mouth. It wasn't very hard to do, since she was. already almost there. Gunther gave her more tongue and whipped it faster, and caressed her throbbing clit, and soon she was coming in his mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaah! OOHH! OOOHH! OOOOOHH!" she gasped.
Jasmine's little pussy convulsed with extreme delight, and her ass squirmed spasmodically as the waves of orgasms thrilled through her loins. Lots of sweet gravy poured out of her slit, and Gunther eagerly lapped it up and went licking for more.
"Ooohh, master, you're making me come in your mouth! Aaaah, fuck, what an orgasm! Eat me! Fuck me with your tongue!"
Gunther kept licking until Jasmine fianlly stopped coming, and then she pulled him up next to her and smothered him with kisses.
"You made me feel so good! Now I'm all warmed up, and I'm ready to fuck! Can I get on top first?"
"Surely! What ever you desire!"
He rolled over on his back, his huge cock sticking up into the air. Jasmine straddled it with her lovely legs, and took his cock in her hand to guide it to her wet little snatch. When she had the tip between the lips of her vagina, she slowly lowered her weight, and Gunther's cock entered her tight twat. She rocked up and down on her heels, propelling the huge erection in and out of her pink pussy. Soon both parties were squirming with lust.
"Never before have I made love in this position!" King Gunther moaned. "Indeed, it gives me great pleasure to feel your young pussy sliding up and down my erect cock!"
Jasmine lowered herself down until she was sprawled across Gunther's body, and his cock was driven deep into her tight cunt. She squirmed and humped, always keeping her sweet wet twat in motion over Gunther's dick.
"Aaaaahh! My God, what sweet sensations! My cock is throbbing inside your pussy! You keep moving around so sensuously! I can feel your firm breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock throbs with sweet agony as you grasp it in your cunny!"
Then, you can feel the way I flex my pussy muscles when I slid up and down your cock?"
"Ooohh, yes! I can feel it perfectly, and it makes me shiver with pleasure! I can tell already you are one of the most skilled fuckers I have ever met!"
"Thank you, master! I have trained for years in the arts of pleasing men, and nothing gives me more pleasure than to feel a man shuddering in my arms in sexual ecstasy!"
As she spoke, sweet Jasmine humped her round ass up and down, and her skillful fingers slipped between their thighs and began to tickle Gunther's quivering ball-sac. This made the good king shiver with delight, and he bent his neck and sucked one of Jasmine's nipples into his mouth.
"Aaaah, yes, master! Suck my nipple, and I'll fuck my pussy up and down your hard cock! It feels so good to have you fucking me and sucking my tits! Do you like the way I fondle your balls while we're screwing?"
"By the Rood, I swear it fills me with the greatest thrills I have ever felt! My cock and balls are surging with joy! Now I'm going to reach around with my hands and caress the perfect round cheeks of your ass while you hump my cock!"
"Oh, please do, Lord Gunther! Aaahh, that feels so good when you stroke and pinch my buttocks while we're fucking!"
"And now kiss me, my lover! Fondle my balls and give me a deep kiss, and I shall caress your ass while we fuck!"
And so they embraced and kissed deeply, and King Gunther was extremely happy and intensly aroused by this young nubile beauty who had appeared with his bath. His cock sang with joy as she skillfully massaged it with the soft muscles inside her twitching vagina, and her tender hands gently manipulated his throbbing balls. His pleasure was heightened by feeling and caressing the young girls' beautiful ass while they had intercourse.
Jasmine now began moving faster and faster, humping her lovely ass up and down, her tight pussy giving Gunther's cock a lot of good friction. Gunther squirmed and moaned, and Jasmine flexed her cunt and kept tickling his testicles, and soon Gunther was approaching the peak of his passions.
"Ooohh, my sweet young lover, keep your tight twat moving around my hard cock, for I can feel my pleasure coming fast! Already my balls are convulsing with delight!"
Upon hearing these words Jasmine intensified her manipulation of Gunther's testicles, and additionally she inserted the tip of one finger up into Gunther's twitching ass-hole. This made the King of Burgundy gasp and jerk with sexual delight, and he could no longer prevent the flow of his semen.
"Aaaah, Christ! I can't stop it any more! You've found the prime pleasure point between my balls, and you're tickling my anus, and my cock can't hold back any longer!"
"I shall move even faster then! Uh! Uh! Uh-uh-uh-UH-UHH!! "
"OOOOOHHHH!! AAAAAH! OH GOD, I'm coming in your cunt! Coming in you! Squeeze my balls! Tweak my ass! Hump my cock! Shit, fuck, what an orgasm this is!"
"Uh-uh-uh-uh! Ah-ah-ah-ah! AAAHH! Mmmmm!"
Lovely little Jasmine's slender body danced over Gunther's spurting cock, and her playful pussy muscles milked his creamy semen out of his shuddering body. She caressed his convulsing nuts, and kissed him and bit him tenderly on the shoulders.
Gunther could not remember having had such a wonderful ejaculation. His huge cock throbbed and twitched with pure sexual pleasure, and Jasmine's testicle massage kept the come pouring out of him for a very long time, during which his limbs trembled and jerked and his vision exploded with crimson fireworks.
He never had to move during the entire orgasm, because lovely little Jasmine supplied all the necessary motion, and her beautiful body was expertly trained in drawing pleasure out of a man. The sultry beauty milked Gunther's flowing cock with her talented twat until his balls had pumped themselves dry under her fingers, and then she stroked and kissed him while the powerful king slowly regained his breath.
"By the Holy Mother's shroud!" Gunther sighed. "Never in my life have I ever been fucked so well! And right on the heels of an excellent blow-job! You are a real treasure! Tell me, who are you? Where do you come from? If I did not already have a wife at home, I would seek out your father and ask your bride-price!"
Jasmine gave Gunther an incredulous look and then burst out in gales of silver laughter.
"Didn't anybody explain to you? You don't have to ask anybody for me! The Emperor gave me to you along with these apartments! I belong to you! I'm your slave!"
Gunther gasped and closed his eyes. "I can see that already the Lord God is rewarding me for leading Burgundy on the Holy Crusade!"
And Gunther spent many nights in the warm embrace of his slave girl Jasmine, and refused to allow any thoughts of Queen Hildrid to enter his head.
CHAPTER TEN
Now it was about at this time that something of note happened back in Burgundy. One day a small party of well-dressed and finely armed men appeared in front of the castle, and Queen Hildrid sent out to see who they were.
Presently Queen Hildrid was informed that the leader of the party was Prince Balder of Denmark, who was accompanied by his nephew Count Rupert of Flanders. These were famous Christian men, and Queen Hildrid invited them in with their entire party. Later she put on a fine silk gown and went down to meet them in the hall.
"Welcome, famous lords! What brings you south here to Burgundy?" she asked courteously.
"We have heard that Brother Anton of Rome has organized the Burgundians in a new Crusade against the heathens!" Prince Balder promptly answered. "Three years ago when our cities were spared from the Black Plague, Rupert and I swore a vow to take part in the next Crusade against the Saracens, and we are here now to make good on that promise!"
"How noble of you!" Queen Hildrid sighed. "But my husband King Gunther has already set out for Palestine, many days since!"
"Then we must hurry to catch up with him!" Count Rupert exclaimed. "Have our horses saddled again at once!"
"But stay a moment, and listen!" Queen Hildrid said. "I have received word that King Gunther is now in Constantinople, and is still arranging passage across the straits! That will take many days, so why don't you remain here in Burgundy until we hear that he is ready to sail? Then you can ride directly to Constantinople with your small party, and be there before the whole army has been ferried across!"
Now Count Rupert was obviously impatient to be on their way, and he greeted this suggestion with a snort of contempt, but his uncle Prince Balder held up his hand.
"Perhaps that is not such a bad idea!" Balder was studying the lines of Queen Hildrid's body underneath her silk gown, and he met her eyes and smiled. "After all, while swelter in Constantinople when we can wait here in Burgundy, with a whole empty castle to our disposal?"
Count Rupert snorted with disgust and went off to see that the horses were taken care of. Clearly he was opposed to any delay. But Queen Hildrid had good food and wine sent for and invited Prince Balder to share her high-seat with her.
"King Gunther must be a very trusting man to go off to Palestine and leave such a lovely queen behind!" Balder said. "I hope you have not been too lonely in his absence!"
"I must confess to some lonely nights!" Queen Hildrid answered. "But perhaps things will be less lonely now that you are here!"
After they had eaten and drank, Queen Hildrid boldly invited Prince Balder up to her chamber, and he accepted. They went into the queen's private apartment, and she immediately presented her face to him for a kiss.
They met in a passionate embrace, and soon Balder was caressing her back and flanks as their open mouths ground together, tongues intertwined.
"Is it your intention that I should sleep here with you tonight, my lady?" Balder asked.
"Only if you want to!"
"I do!"
Balder found the buttons to her dress and slowly unfastened them, until the silk fell to the floor, revealing the splendor of Hildrid's naked body. Her full womanly breasts pointed proudly, and the beaten gold of her pussy hair glowed in the candle-light.
Balder fell to kissing her all over. He covered her neck and round shoulder with kisses, and then moved down to her breasts. Hildrid gasped and shivered as he kissed her puckering nipples.
"That feels good! My nipples are standing up for you!"
Sucking her nipples until they stood up as erect as ripe cherries, Balder then moved on, kissing his way down her belly. Hildrid giggled and squirmed as his sweet kisses filled her navel. The he turned her slowly around and started kissing the smooth soft flesh of her lovely round ass.
"That really arouses me when you kiss my buttocks like that!"
Then he turned her around again and tenderly inserted his handsome face into the hairy V of her loins. Hildrid gasped as his tongue searched for her clitoris.
"Ooohh! I've never been eaten out standing up before!"
Hildrid spread her knees and stood bow-legged while Prince Balder worked his face into her crotch. He used his hands to separate the outer lips of her crack so his tongue could concentrate on her red little clit.
"Now you've found my lust-button! Lick my clit, Balder!"
Rocking gently up and down on her knees, Hildrid tickled and stroked her own swelling nipples while Balder licked between her open legs. He moved his tongue down from her clitoris to her slit, making her shudder with delight. He stuck his tongue up into her vagina, and she fucked up and down, fucking herself on Balder's writhing tongue.
"Aaaaaahh! What sweet unexpected pleasure! Ooohh, this feels so good! I have to lie down!"
Balder leaped to his feet, stripped off his clothing, and picked the lady up to carry her to bed. He deposited her tenderly on the coverlet, and then stepped back so she could look at his splendid erection.
"What a fine huge cock you have! I shouldn't have expected any less from so manly a person! Come closer, so I can caress and kiss it!"
Approaching the bed, Balder had his cock grasped tenderly in Hildrid's dainty hands, and soon he was shivering with joy as she jacked the skin up and down his stiffened shaft.
"Such a fine large cock! I love the way it shivers in my hand! I must give it a kiss or two!"
Bending her head, Hildrid extended her tongue and started running it around the ridge around the knob of Balder's erection. The worthy gentleman shivered with pleasure, and his balls quivered.
"Your testicles also seem to be affected! Perhaps they need a kiss too!"
Pulling Balder closer, Hildrid pressed her face into his groin and began to lick his balls with her tender tongue. Balder gasped aloud for delight at this, and his cock jerked in Hildrid's hand.
"You do like that! Lie down here on the bed and let me give you pleasure with my mouth!"
Prince Balder stretched out beside the queen, and she started making oral love to his sex organs. She covered his cock and balls with moist sucking kisses that filled Balder with surging thrills of sexual excitement, and she also tickled his ass-hole while she licked his dick.
"Lady, please!" he cried. "It is unfair that I should have all the pleasure! Let us put our mouths to each others' sex organs and make love after the manner of the Franks!"
And so they arranged themselves for sixty-nine. Queen Hildrid got on the bottom with her lovely legs spread wide, and Balder got on top, with his huge erection hanging in Hildrid's face.
Each attached his or her mouth to the other's pleasure parts, and soon a vigorous sixty-nine was in session. Hildrid opened her mouth wide for Balder's swollen cock-knob, and gave it her best oral caresses with her lips and tongue.
Balder in his turn gave sweet attentions to the queen's tender pleasure flesh. After kissing her clitoris erect, he started licking between the lips of her vagina, and soon she was shifting around with great passion, moaning with delight.
"Good Prince Balder, your tongue moving around inside my pussy is giving me exquisite pleasure! I love it when you eat my cunt, and I love to suck your cock! Do you take pleasure from my oral caresses to your quivering hard-on?"
"God yes, my sweet lover! Your soft mouth is a match for any cunt I've ever fucked, and I would be content to leave my cock there until my pleasure is released from my throbbing loins!"
"Let it be agreed then! We shall suck and lick each other to our first orgasms! But later you must promise to give my little cunny a first-rate fucking with your noble erection!"
"Agreed!"
And so the two noble lovers proceeded to bring each other to orgasm through mutual oral stimulation. Of course, each of them also used their hands for additional caresses, and both enjoyed having their ass-holes tickled.
"Suck my cock, sweet Hildrid! Suck me, and tickle my balls, and do not neglect to also stimulate my anus, good lady!"
"I shant, for you have already reminded me by penetrating my own palpitating ass-hole with your own finger! I shall fuck you deeply with my tongue, as well as stroking your bummy and your clit with my fingers!"
Groaning and squirming, the two lovers sucked and licked. Soon Balder was so aroused he was humping his hips up and down, and he was virtually fucking Hildrid in the mouth. She didn't mind, and she kept giving him plenty of stimulation on the balls and ass-hole with her hands.
Hildrid also was greatly excited. Her vagina was greatly inflamed with lust, and sweet slick juices were overflowing from her pink pussy. It was obvious that both of them were getting ready to have their peak sexual experience.
"Lick me to orgasm, sweet Balder! Already my loins are shivering with joy, and I'm ready to be swept up in an ecstasy of sexual delight! Lick my pussy and frig my clit!"
Hearing that his lover neared climax, Balder redoubled his efforts, and soon Hildrid was gasping and jerking as the first spasms of her orgasm surged through her over-stimulated sex organs.
"Now you're making me come! I'm having my orgasm, Balder! I'm climaxing in your mouth! Please keep licking out my cunt!"
This news delighted Balder, and his own cock jumped with joy. Convulsions of pleasure shivered through his tightened testicles, and soon his own orgasm was curdling in his cock.
"Prepare to drink semen, my lady!" he gasped. "I can't hold it back any longer! My sex organs are exploding with bliss, and I must ejaculate! AAAAAAHHH! Ooohh-oooohhhh-oooohh-ooh-OOHHHH!! "
Even coming as hard as she was, Hildrid was still able to give his jerking cock-knob a little special suck, and she was instantly rewarded with a hot load of thick cream flooding into her mouth.
"You're coming in my mouth! I'm coming in your mouth, and you're coming in mine!"
Semen and pussy-gravy flowed like water as each of the lovers grimaced and groaned with the blissful exertions of sexual climax. Balder's balls pumped and his cock jerked, and Hildrid greedily drank the pleasure-cream that flowed from his quivering cock!
Hildrid too took great delight in her orgasm, and she squirmed and twitched as the waves of sexual delight surged through her climaxing loins. Her pussy, clitoris, and ass-hole all sang with pleasure, and she sobbed and whimpered as the unbelievable sexual bliss shivered her slender limbs.
"We're coming together! Coming in each other's mouth! Come in my mouth, and I'll come in yours!"
They sucked and licked and stroked until finally their passions were exhausted, and they collapsed on the bed, sighing and panting for breath.
They snuggled into each others' arms, and purred and cooed until they were both falling asleep. They awoke a few hours later and immediately began caressing again.
"If the pleasure of fucking .your little cunny is any where near as great as the joy of ejaculating in your mouth, then I can hardly believe the treat that is in store for me!" Balder marveled.
"I only hope that you come so provocatively in my slit as you do between my lips, brave Balder! Already I look forward to the joy of feeling you ejaculating into my vagina, thrilling me with your lustful spurts!"
This sort of conversation was a powerful stimulant when mixed with lots of feeling and stroking of the genitals. Queen Hildrid had her lovely thighs flung wide open, and Prince Balder was wetting his fingers in her generous flow. He in turn had an enormous erection, and Hildrid fondled it with her dainty hands, until sticky clear liquid leaked from the twitching piss-slit!
"My lady, you have made my cock quite hopelessly hard again! I just thought I had got it to lie down for the evening, and here it is, begging for more attention! I fear you won't get another moment's sleep until it's been sated!"
"Oh, how exciting! What would it like to do?"
"Well, the little devil believes you have a soft warm place between your lovely legs, and he'd like to crawl in there and get comfortable!"
"Is that what he thinks? And what do you think, my lord?"
"Why. I believe my agile hands have found that very place he was yearning for! In all truth, the. soft warm notch that lies beneath my hands this very minute would seem to be that exact spot where my cock would most like to recline!"
"Well my lord, I can't deny that there does seem to be a little hole in the area you describe. And that hole does seem to be soft, especially when you caress it with your finger. Do you think that is the hole he wants to crawl into?"
"I am sure of it."
"Well, give him his head, and see what happens!"
So saying, Queen Hildrid rolled over on her back and opened her knees, and she pulled Prince Balder over on top of her and embraced his muscular body with her arms and legs.
"Fuck me!"
She reached for Balder's stiff dick and guided it quickly to her waiting slit. Moving his cock around with her hands, she rubbed the swollen knob between her dripping vaginal lips.
"Please fuck me, Balder!"
Opening her knees as far apart as she could spread them, she pushed her loins upward to meet the throbbing tip of Balder's cock, and she pulled the end of his dick into the opening to her vagina.
Prince Balder leaned forward, his slim flanks humping sensually, and his cock slowly worked its way into Hildrid's cunt. The beautiful queen giggled and whimpered with pleasure, her lovely round ass squirming around on the bed.
"Oooh, I love it when it goes up me for the first time! I'm getting fucked by a completely new cock, Balder. I love the feelings I have when you push your big hard-on up inside my pussy."
"Ah, sweet lady, your little cunny is an unexpected treat! My long cock is thrilling with joy from the tight embrace of your wet vagina."
"Push it all the way in! Yes, yes, like that. Oh, yes, I love to be fucked all the way to the bottom of my cunt. I love the little movements you make when your cock slides around inside me!"
"Oh, Christ, lady, in all truth I must confess that those movements are not even within my control. So great is my pleasure that I do twitch and jerk quite without volition! That is how good it feels to have my hard cock buried deep in your sweet wet slit!"
"Well move it around some more then! Let us have more sweet sexual friction! Move it in and out of me, for I think that will cause us both to feel great delight!"
The queen matched her movements to her words, and started rocking back and forth on her beautiful ass, and Prince Balder could not resist joining into the lusty dance. Soon the fornicating couple was bouncing happily up and down, thrills of deep sexual joy surging through their interlocked pleasure organs.
"By Holy Christ, I think this is one of the sweetest fucks I have ever enjoyed. Your tight wet pussy is both slippery and warm, and it undulates pleasurefully when it feels my big cock stroking in and out!"
"You are absolutely right, my lord. My little cunny is so delighted with your strokes, it has little spasms and convulsions of joy every time you push in and pull out! My loins are beginning to boil with passion from your sweet strokes, Prince Balder!"
"I also feel my lusts rising, fair lady! My testicles are trembling with delight, and my ass-hole contracts with pleasure! Waves of sexual tickling run up and down my cock, and I can't seem to get enough of the good friction I feel from the insides of your twat!"
"Well fuck away, brave Balder, and you shall get all the good friction you want! Fuck away until you can't stand it any more, and the flood of your lust pours into my pussy! Fuck me till we both can't come any more!"
And with such words as these did the noble couple accompany their sexual exertions, until both were squirming and whimpering with sexual bliss. Faster and faser did they fuck, until both were nearing the moment of climactic ecstasy.
"Soon I shall spurt within you, my lover, for I can feel the tension building up between my balls! My cock is bursting with joy, and soon I shall explode with semen!"
"I won't be sorry. Fuck me as fast as you want, bold Balder! I too can feel the extreme pleasure approaching, and I shall only be further elevated if I feel your manly flood pouring into my loins!"
"Aaaah, Christ! I'm trying to hold it back, to increase my pleasure!'
'Ooohh, fuck me! Fuck me, Balder, fuck me and come up my cunt!"
"My balls! My testicles are tickling too hard to stand. I have to let go! I'm releasing it in you. Here it comes!"
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, and come in me, and I'll come too! I'm almost ready! I'm getting so close! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!"
Burning pleasure seared through Balder's groin as his ejaculation finally tore itself loose and surged through his twitching cock. His balls tightened like a fist and then released with a gut-wrenching spasm of delight, and his semen flooded Hildrid's twat, making her groan with joy.
"I'M COMING IN YOU!! HILDRID, I'M COMING IN YOUR CUNT!"
Balder's creamy load surged into Hildrid's vagina, and she started having her orgasm instantly. Her legs stuck straight up into the air, and she sobbed and squirmed as Balder poured his pleasure into her climaxing vagina.
"OH! I'M COMING TOO! COME IN ME!! I'M COMING TOO!! "
The couple rolled in ecstasy, welded together by the wild pleasure of their mutual orgasm. Balder's spurting cock jerked and twitched inside Hildrid's orgasming cunt, and they sobbed and groaned as their bodies shivered with unspeakable sexual pleasure.
"I can't stop coming in you!" Balder groaned. "My semen is pouring out of me like piss! My cock burns with pleasure, and
I feel like I'm going to come forever!"
"Aaaah, yes! Come forever, and I'll come with you! I can't stop coming until you stop shooting cream into me, for every fresh jet of your ejaculation triggers another spasm of joy in my loins!"
But nothing can last forever in this human world, so finally the two lovers fucked themselves to exhaustion, and collapsed in each others' arms on the bed. But before the morning sun had risen, they were to awake twice again and fuck some more, for they were greatly attracted to each other.
Many days passed in this manner, with Queen Hildrid and Prince Balder dallying in bed together, but young Count Rupert was chafing with the delay, eager to be off to the Holy Lands.
By and by Hildrid received a letter from King Gunther in Constantinople. Gunther reported that the fleet was finally ready, and the Burgundians would soon set out for the last stage of the journey to Palestine. In his letter Gunther did not mention that he had acquired a lovely slave girl who now accompanied him everywhere.
For her part, Hildrid did not show the letter to Prince Balder at all, and so kept him in her bed, thinking it was still not time to leave for Constantinople.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
And so King Gunther and the Burgundians crossed over into Asia Minor and marched quickly to Palestine. King Gunther took the slave-girl Jasmine with him, and enjoyed her as often as time allowed.
Princess Andrea was still traveling in disguise with Sir Bors and the company of squires. She waited for a chance to be near Duke Charles or Brother Anton, but they were important commanders and it was no easy task for a stranger to approach them. Meanwhile she fucked nightly with Sir Bors and the squires, and the journey passed pleasantly enough for her. If in fact the truth be told, she was beginning to enjoy gang-fucking very much, and was becoming quite used to the pleasure of having two or three orgasms every night.
And so it finally came about that the Burgundian army marched into a broad plain laying before the city of Jerusalem, and there they met another large Christian army already assembled there. The Christian forces cheered and saluted each other, and soon there was a vast celebration under way. Up in the Saracen-held city, the heathens lined the battlements and watched their enemies disport below.
The Burgundians were eager for battle, so the next morning King Gunther told Duke Charles to prepare a squadron of cavalry for a sortie against the Saracens. The duke quickly called up his men, and the Burgundians took the field.
The commander of the Saracens in the city was a shrewd handsome veteran named Sheik Abdul, and he watched with his lieutenants from the city wall.
"They must be Burgundians!" Abdul said. "They have a great reputation in Europe, but my spies tell me they haven't fought a battle in years! I think we can teach them a lesson right from the start! Send out a squadron of our best, battle-tested fighters!"
King Gunther climbed a small tree to watch the battle, and he gave his men a cheering little speech in which he reminded them of the honor of Burgundy, and the men all shouted and waved their swords and rode off to battle.
The city door opened and out streamed a squad of very fierce Saracen veterans. This squad was made up only of men who had lost brother, fathers, or other close kinsmen to the Christian invaders, and every man was thirsting for revenge.
The Burgundian knights rode into battle with their armor highly polished and their colorful banners flying, but from the first clash in was obvious that Gunther's men were outmatched.
Duke Charles watched with dismay as his men were cut to pieces by the heathens. He himself was radiant with battle, and his sword was always where it was needed most. Many Saracens fell to his blade, but it was not enough to stem the tide and soon the surviving Burgundians started to retreat.
Duke Charles was furious. "Damn you cowards! Come back and fight! Do you want our enemies and allies alike to think we are cowards. Better death than dishonor!"
This rallied the Burgundian knights and they started back to the battle, but just then three mounted Saracens attacked Charles at the same time.
Charles parried a blow with his shield, and swung one of his own, and one of the Saracens fell dead to the ground. But then the other two closed on Charles and one of them struck his sword from his hand.
"Take him alive and win a good reward!" Sheik Abdul called from the walls, and the two heathens immediately laid hands on Duke Charles and dragged him from his horse. The advancing Burgundians tried to rescue him, but Charles was thrown across one of the Saracen's saddles, and was soon being carried into the enemy city.
Now there was great consternation among the Burgundians. The remnants of Charles' squadron chased his captors to the very gates of the city, and fought furiously with the heathens, but in the end all were slain.
King Gunther tore his hair in sorrow.
"My best commander is carried off by the heathens, and my forces are reduced by a quarter in a senseless slaughter! Why did I ever let myself by talked into leaving Burgundy? Never did I think my eyes would behold such a tragedy!"
Princess Andrea, watching the battle disguised as a squire, was also very upset by the turn of events. She was sure the Saracens would submit Charles to horrible tortures, and her heart quaked at the thought.
Only Brother Anton maintained his composure. Obviously very upset at the way things had turned out, he still remained calm and immediately set about taking care of the wounded and seeing to the needs of the rest of the Burgundian army.
"The Lord God works in strange ways!" he told Gunther. "Perhaps Duke Charles will do us more good inside the walls than out!"
But Gunther would not be consoled, and retired to his tent, where he resorted to sweet Jasmine's charms to help him forget his troubles.
Charles struggled manfully against his captors, but was none the less subdued, and was surprised to find himself treated with every courtesy by the Saracens. After he had been stripped of all his armaments, he was placed in a comfortable cell and food was made available to him.
Assuming he would be tortured, Charles was very anxious when his cell door was opened several hours later. But it was no less a personage than Sheik Abdul himself who had come to see him.
"I trust you are comfortable?" Abdul asked.
"I suppose so, considering the circumstances! When are you going to start torturing me?"
Abdul raised his fine eyebrows in surprise.
"Torture? Well, if it's what you want, I suppose it could be arranged! There must be somebody around here who could whip you, or burn you with red-hot irons, or something. Personally, I've always preferred playing a game or two of chess! Do you play?"
"Why-why, yes! Yes, I do!"
And so Sheik Abdul laid out a chess set and the two warriors sat down to play. Needless to say, Duke Charles was quite surprised at this form of captivity, and the two men spent a couple cordial hours over the checkered board. Finally Abdul put away the pieces, got up, and courteously thanked Charles for his time.
Charles was left in confusion, but Sheik Abdul had found out all he needed to know. He returned to his quarters and talked with his kinsman and advisor, Sheriff Ali.
"He is just what I expected-proud, boastful, and stupid! Even in captivity, he gloated like a child when I let him win one of the chess games!"
"Did you find out what we need to know about the Burgundians' plans?"
"Not yet, but I know just how to go about it! Send in
Selena!"
Moments later Selena arrived. She was believed by many to be the most beautiful woman in the Near East, and many men had lost their lives and fortunes out of lust for her. She was totally devoted to the heathen cause, and had placed all her wiles at the disposal of the city's defenders.
Her beauty really was unbelievable. Now in her mid-twenties, Selena still looked like a teenager, with firm upright breasts. Her dark curly hair hung almost to the round perfection of her ass. Her legs were long and shapely, and her lovely face reminded one somehow of the radiance of the full moon.
Selena greeted the commanders and asked what need they had of her.
"Sister, listen carefully!" Abdul began. "We have in a cell below a man from the Christian army, a commander of the Burgundian army, which has recently arrived from Europe to increase our troubles!"
"I hear you, Sheik!"
"If we are to overcome these men from Burgundy and their infidel allies, we must find out all we can about their numbers, their supplies, and their battle plans! Do you understand?"
"I hear you! Take me to him, Sheik Abdul!"
So Abdul, had Selena taken to Charles' door, and it was opened and she walked into his cell, and the door was closed after her. Caught napping on his mattress, Charles jumped to his feet. His confusion was heightened at the sight of the lovely young woman, dressed in a very sheer silken gown, with her pointed breasts visible through the clinging cloth.
"Who-who a-are you?" he stammered.
"You may call me Selena!" she purred. "I probably shouldn't be here, but I just had to see you!"
"You-you did?"
"I was watching from the walls today when you were captured! I said to myself, 'What a man that is! He must be Charles, the famous duke of Burgundy!'"
"Why-yes! Yes, that is my name! So, you have heard of me, have you?"
"Oh, of course! Your fame in both war and peace has traveled far and wide, brave Duke Charles! May I sit down next to you here?"
"Oh! Please, yes! Forgive me! Yes, do sit down! Well, I'm afraid you couldn't have been very impressed by my performance today!"
"Clearly you were outnumbered by my brave Saracen kin! And I can't say I'm sorry, for now it has given us the chance to meet face to face!"
"Why-why, yes! How nice!"
Charles was completely hypnotized by Selena's sultry sexuality, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her bulging breasts. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and his senses reeled with the nearness of her.
Selena slid one arm around his neck and laid her other hand in his lap. Charles found he couldn't swallow, and then his head swam as the beautiful girl pressed her lips to his.
"Kiss me, you big handsome Christian! Stick your tongue in my mouth! Make love to me, Charles!"
Charles found himself putting his arms around her and pulling her soft body up next to his. He could feel the fullness of her breasts against his chest, and the hand in his lap started tickling the inside of his thigh.
Their mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss, and Charles felt his tongue being sucked into her mouth. Lust was flowing through him, and he reached boldly for her breasts.
"Yes, Charles! Caress my breasts! Stroke my tits with your strong hands! Make my nipples stand up for you!"
"Your breasts are so ripe and full! And the nipples are indeed rising under my fingers!"
"That's not all that's rising around here!" Selena giggled. Her fingers had found his cock through the folds of his trousers, and it was stirring manfully in her grasp. "We should take our clothes off and get into bed together! I may never have another chance to fuck a brave Christian warrior like yourself!"
Flattered by her attentions, Charles forgot he was in the camp of his enemy, and he eagerly joined Selena in stripping naked and jumping into bed.
Selena immediately grabbed his cock and started caressing it with her soft hands.
"I'm going to make it all hard! I can already feel it stiffening in my fingers! Will it help if I tickle your balls too?"
"It can't hurt! Indeed, lady, you make me powerful in my lust! My cock shivers with delight as you stroke it to full erection!"
"Don't you want to put your hands between my legs, Charles? I have opened my thighs for you!"
So Charles ran his fingers up and down Selena's crack, until she was overflowing with pleasure-gravy. He also sucked and kissed her swollen nipples, making her squirm with delight.
"I can tell you are as great a lover as you are a fighter!"
Selena giggled. "Roll over on your back and let me enjoy myself by giving you tremendous pleasure!"
Charles did as the lady suggested, and soon she was smothering his reclining body with kisses, using all her skills to arouse a deep lust in the Burgundian duke. Her soft mouth and tender hands soon had Charles whipped into a frenzy of passion.
"Oh, by the blood of Christ! What a pleasure-master you are, sweet Selena! You kiss and nibble at my nipples, and your hand squeezes and caresses my hardening cock! Next your mouth is in my groin, licking my cock and balls!"
"Tell me, my lover, have you ever had your ass-hole licked out?"
"No, never! The idea drives me crazy."
"Bend your knees and spread your legs, valiant knight, and I will teach you a new secret about sensuality!" Assuming the required position, Charles moaned and gasped as Selena settled in between his legs. She caressed and stroked his penis and testicles until he was grunting with passion, and then she started licking tenderly around his anus with the tip of her tongue.
"Aaaaaaahh, by Christ! You are licking my ass-hole, and it makes me shiver with delight! I swear, I never knew before that my ass-hole was so tied into my organs of pleasure!"
"Indeed, master, the ass-hole is but another pleasure organ, if one knows what to do with it! Now lie still so you can appreciate this!"
So saying, lovely Selena penetrated Charles' rectum with her pointed pink tongue, and the duke gasped with pleasure and amazement.
"Aaaahh, shit! Jesus Christ! What a thrill it gives me when you lick my anus like that! Plus the fact that you are constantly jacking my cock and fondling my testicles!"
"This is what we infidels call a 'rim-job'! " Selena disclosed. "I am delighted to be able to initiate you into the mysteries of anal sex, my lord!"
"A 'rim-job', did you say? By Jesus, it feels good! Aaaah, it makes me shiver with joy when you stick your tongue up inside my rectum like this! Oooohh, shit, now you're wiggling it around, and I can hardly stand it!"
Filling her palm with spittle from her mouth, Selena coated Charles' prick with it, and jacked him off vigorously while licking and sucking his ass-hole. In addition, she also tickled and caressed his balls, and the Burgundian duke was squirming and whimpering with sexual delight.
Selena could feel Charles' ass-hole contracting as she rimmed him, and she knew his climax was fast approaching. Therefore she changed her tactics. Moving her mouth to the swollen knob of his cock, she inserted a finger into his rectum so she could continue to give him anal stimulation while sucking his dick.
"Aaaaahhh, by Christ's sweet blood!" Charles gasped. "In all truth, you are a mistress of sexual delight! Now you start to suck my cock while frigging my anus with your hands, and
I shall be mistaken if you don't soon find your mouth flooded with my manly ejaculations!"
This news did not displease Selena one bit, and she increased her efforts to suck Charles off. She pulled her mouth up and down his quivering penis, and also jacked the base in addition to fondling his quivering testicles. Charles gasped and moaned, writhing and twisting around on the bed.
"Sweet lady, you will soon be drinking come! Aaaahh, fuck, here it comes! I can't keep it in any more! I'm gonna come in your mouth any second now, Selena!"
"Well do it, baby! Pop your rocks between my teeth! I don't mind!"
Tension gripped Charles' groin like a fist, and he groaned and writhed as his muscles tightened with passion. Selena's finger up his ass-hole kept him in a state of sexual tension, and her soft oral caresses on the end of his cock filled his organs with shivering pleasure too intense to bear.
"Aaaahh! Aaaaaahh! Aaaaahhh! Oooohh, shit, I want to come so bad it's killing me, but I just get hotter and hotter! I can't get my cock to release, and my balls are shivering with lustful agony! Please make me come, Selena!"
Fully aware of what she was doing to Charles, Selena giggled to herself. She began to rotate the finger she had up Charles' asshole, and his passionate discomfort increased. At the same time she sucked so very sweetly on the head of his cock, but her probing finger up his rectum prevented his orgasm, and he squirmed uncontrollably in his passion.
"Oooooohhhh! Uuuuuuhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaahh! Oooohh, for the love of God, please let me come! I can't stand this! Please, please make me ejaculate, Selena!"
Laughing to herself, Selena finally moved her finger from his ass-hole to his balls. Locating his primary pleasure zone between his balls at the base of his cock, she massaged his prostate and sucked as hard as she could. She was immediately rewarded with a mouth full of his ejaculation.
"AAAAAAAHHH! SHIT!! FUCK!! JESUS CHRIST!
Ooohhh, shit! Suck me off! Suck me off!"
Charles' groin cramped with tension, and then everything released at once, unleashing a torrent of sexual pleasure. Charles' balls jerked with convulsions, his cock twitched and exploded with semen. His ass-hole palpitated with delight, and his tension and pleasure spouted out of his cock, into Selena's gently sucking mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhrrrrggggghhhh! Shit, fuck, cock, cunt, come, shit! Aaaaaaahh, never before have I known such explosive pleasure! Suck my cock! Suck the come out of me, and make me have these orgasms until I die!"
Charles' cock opened like a flood-gate, and the semen poured out of him like piss, accompanied by the best sexual sensations he had ever felt. His sex organs vibrated with ecstasy, and he could do no more than shiver and groan while his orgasm kept him in its spell.
Selena for her part used all her expertise to have Charles have the greatest possible climax. She continued to softly tickle his pulsating ass-hole, and her hands also gently coaxed the spurting sperm from his cock. Her soft warm mouth cuddled and caressed the swollen knob of his cock, sucking out the precious fluids that gave him his delight.
At last she had sucked from him all he had to give, and he fell back on the bed, swooning with joy. Selena tenderly licked up the spilled semen, and then stroked him until he was half-asleep.
"Sleep quietly!" she whispered to him. "You are soo-o-oo sleepy! Just drift off to sleep!"
Charles slowly fell into a deep slumber, and Selena stayed at his side. She discovered she could make him talk to her in his sleep, and she asked him many useful questions about the intentions and strengths of the Burgundian army.
Finally she got up from his side and left the cell, locking it after her. Sheik Abdul and Sheriff Ali were waiting for her in Abdul's apartments.
"Well, Selena! How did it go?" Abdul asked.
"He is just as stupid as you thought, and as arrogant as well! I gave him a decent blow-job, and afterwards he opened up like a Christian whore's cunt!"
And Selena then told Abdul and Ali all that she had learned from Charles.
"Very good!" Abdul said. "Excellent, for the first night! Do you think you can learn more from him?"
"Undoubtedly! I haven't even fucked him yet, and already he's eating out of my hand!"
And so Duke Charles was to spend his captivity with the Saracens, being fucked day and night by the beautiful spy Selena.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Princess Andrea went to the squires' tent and thought a long while. So great was her desire to save Duke Charles from the heathens that she devised a plan for his rescue, and went immediately to set it into motion.
First she went down to her father's tent and waited quietly nearby until finally she saw the slave-girl Jasmine emerging from the tent to go for water. Andrea waited until Jasmine was well away from the others, and then ran up and tugged at her sleeve.
At first Jasmine tried to pull away, thinking herself to be assaulted by one of the squires, but then she looked closely at Andrea, and realized she was not looking into the face of a young boy.
"Hold, now!" Jasmine said. "There is more to this business than meets the eye! What do you want of me?"
Then Andrea drew Jasmine aside and told her who she was. When Jasmine heard Andrea was Gunther's daughter, she embraced her, for Jasmine had grown quite fond of the King of Burgundy.
"Listen then to me," Andrea said. "If you truly love my father, then you must help me to rescue Duke Charles from the Saracens, for my father will die of grief if Charles perishes! Will you help me?"
"Yes, of course!" Jasmine agreed, and so Andrea told the slave-girl her plan.
Every night at dusk small parties of women would come out of the walls of the city to hunt briefly for fire-wood in the scrub below the walls. That evening Andrea and Jasmine dressed themselves as Palestinian women, and slipped through the brush and mingled with the city women.
When the city women bundled up their wood and headed back through the gate, Andrea and Jasmine entered the city with them, and were never questioned, although it made Andrea's spine tingle to hear the sound of the heavy gates slammed shut behind them.
They quickly found the palace, and followed the palace wood-gatherers into the palace kitchens. From there it was an easy matter to find out where Charles was being held prisoner.
Jasmine located a dirty serving-wench and pressed a silver coin into the scullion's hand.
"Quick, wench! Where is the infidel prisoner kept?"
Just then Selena walked past the kitchen, and the scullion pointed at her and said, "Follow that girl, for she is probably going to Charles now!"
Thinking Selena to be a Saracen torture-mistress, Andrea and Jasmine followed Selena to the end of a corridor, where she stopped before a locked room.
"That must be his cell!" Andrea whispered.
"Sssshhhh!" Jasmine warned, but it was too late, for Selena had heard them, and now turned to investigate.
"What are you women doing here?" Selena asked.
Reaching inside her cloak, she produced a long-bladed dagger, very sharply pointed.
"Oh, please, madam, we are only lost!" Jasmine said. "We came in bearing fire-wood, and took a wrong turn near the kitchen--! "
But Selena wasn't satisfied with this story, and she came closer, her blade at ready. Selena's suspicions were aroused, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Andrea's cloak, ripping it off her body.
This revealed Andrea's long blonde hair, which tumbled almost to her waist when the restraining gown was removed. It also revealed the knife Andrea had stuck in her girdle.
"You are no Saracen woman!" Selena said. "You two must be Christian spies!"
Selena raised her dagger and attacked Andrea instantly. Andrea stepped aside and drew her own blade. Selena attacked again, and her sharp-pointed weapon grazed Andrea's shoulder, drawing blood.
"You cunt!" Andrea hissed. She swiped at Selena with her own sharp blade. The stroke missed Selena's body but it slashed her dress to ribbons, and the Saracen woman's full breasts were revealed.
"Fucking Christian slut!" Selena spat. She charged in low, aiming her blade for Andrea's belly, but Andrea parried that thrust. But Selena's blade caught the hem of Andrea's shift, and her shift was torn away, revealing the full length of her shapely thighs and the golden bush of her pubic hairs.
"Shit-eating heathen whore!" Andrea snarled. "Trying to cut my cunt out, are you? Just for that, I'm going to cut off one of your nipples!"
So saying, the Princess of Burgundy hurled herself at the Saracen temptress, aiming her blade at Selena's ripe breasts. Selena twisted away so the knife only grazed her breast, but Andrea caught her foot in her discarded cloak and lost her balance. Selena pushed her with her shoulder, and Andrea slipped to the floor. Selena was instantly on top of her, her knife ready to kill.
"Going to cut my nipples off, were you, you stinking Christian cunt? We'll see who gets cut now!"
Selena aimed her blade at Andrea's heart, but it was never destined to strike. Jasmine was not armed in any way, and so she had stayed clear of the fight until now. But seeing Selena about to take Andrea's life, Jasmine threw herself on the Saracen girl.
"You fucking twat! Now I shall have to kill you first!"
Selena turned to Jasmine and thrust once into the slave-girl's body. The blade slid in between Jasmine's ribs, and the beautiful girl coughed and died.
"Bastardly bitch! For that you die!" Andrea cried. Leaping at Selena before the Saracen woman could lift her arm, Andrea drove her blade deep into the Saracen girl's neck. Selena opened her mouth to scream, but blood rushed forth, and she fell dead to the floor.
Scooping up Selena's keys, Andrea quickly opened the door to Charles' cell. Needless to say, Duke Charles was most amazed to see his Burgundian lover, but he had the good sense not to ask questions. Andrea quickly led him out of the cell, over the bodies of the two slain women, and down the corridor and out of the palace.
They made their way carefully out of the city, and when they were in the scrub-wood between the city and the Christian camp, Charles made her stop and tell him what was going on.
Andrea sat down with Charles and explained everything to him, and he thanked her for rescuing him, and they embraced, and soon were rolling together on the ground.
"Did they treat you terribly?" Andrea asked, reaching for his cock.
"They were utterly heartless!" Charles said, sliding his hand up Andrea's dress. "I'd rather not talk about it!" His fingers found the soft moist cleft between her legs, and he started caressing her clitoris.
"Who was that woman I slew?" Andrea persisted. She had gotten Charles' trousers open and was teasing his cock to an erection.
"Ah! Especially don't ask me about her! She was the most vile torturess of them all. Many was the time I writhed and moaned from her evil doings!"
"Ooohh, my poor Charles! You were so brave!"
By now both were quite aroused. Charles trousers were down around his ankles, and Andrea's skirt was up above her waist. In this manner they petted and caressed each others' sex organs until they were shivering with sexual excitement.
"Aaaaahh, Charles, I must ask you to fuck me at once! The excitement of the night has gotten me greatly aroused, and I need to be well-screwed! Do you think my little cunny is ready for penetration?"
"Indeed, sweet princess, it seems that the little pink lips of your slit are swelling widely with passion. In addition, the slick nectars that flow from your pussy are running in such a stream that it trickles down between the cheeks of your ass!"
"Weil, fuck me then, for I can tell from its stiffness that your cock needs no further stimulation! Your big hard-on is ready to go to work!"
Andrea laid down on her back and opened wide her shapely thighs. Charles mounted her quickly, and her eager hands reached for his cock so she could stuff her pussy with it.
"In me! I want your cock inside me! Oh, there, that's it! Now push! Push your big cock up inside my slit! Aaaah, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, my brave warrior!"
"My Christ, I can feel my erection penetrating your tight wet cunt, sweet princess! Your sweet slit feels so good around my hard cock!"
"Lie still for a while with your cock all the way inside me! I want to feel your big stiff dick pressing against the bottom of my vagina.
They laid quietly for a while, his stiff prick deep within her tight twat. Their lips met in passionate kisses, and he caressed her breasts while she enjoyed the good feeling of having her pussy stuffed with hard cock.
But soon their passions forced them into action, for their sex organs craved the good feelings gotten from the friction of a high-speed fuck.
"I'm sorry, my sweet lady, but my body compels me to fuck you with greater vigor! Aaaahh, already I am shuddering with the sensations I get from sliding my cock in and out!"
"Oooooh, don't be sorry, bold Charles! Do what you want to, I don't care! It feels really good for me, too! Mmmmm! Ah, fuck me, my bold knight, fuck me hard and deep!"
The lovely blonde princess raised her slender long legs and wrapped them around her lover's surging body. His cock drove deeply into her throbbing love-tunnel, and she moaned and panted from the good sensations she was getting.
"Charles, how glad I am that the Saracens didn't interfere with your ability to fuck! The good strokes of your long cock are whipping my little cunny into a frenzy of sexual excitement! Fuck me to orgasm, Charles!"
"Have no fear, my sweet lover! I will stir your slit until we both feel the joy or our ultimate passions!"
"Oooohh! Aaaahhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooooooohh, yes, yes! Do it to me like that! Aaaaahhh! Ooooohh!"
And so they fucked until each could feel the approach of orgasm. Then their exertions increased, as the sweet sensations of pleasure surged through their young fucking bodies.
"By Christ, my sweet princess, I fear I must soon spill my seed into you! Already my testicles tighten with delight, and my cock is quivering with joy!"
"I feel your hard cock quivering inside my vagina, Charles, and I love every inch of it! Come in me, and I'll come for you!"
"By God's name, I have no choice! Ooooohh, shit! Sweet Christ, what fine sensations! Aaah! Ooohh! Uuuuuuhhh! Mmmmm! Ah, shit, here it comes! AAAAAARRRR GGGGG HHHH!! "
Charles' orgasm was an explosion of release, and his cock jerked and trembled when it started spurting semen into Andrea's pussy. Andrea felt her loins flooded with Charles' hot cream, and that triggered her own climax.
"Oh, Charles, now Fm coming too! Ooooohh! Yes, yes, fuck me and shoot come up my crack! I love to come while I'm being fucked by a spurting cock! Aaaaahhh! Yes, yes, yes!"
Their bodies squirmed and trembled, welded together at the genitals by the tremendous energy of their mutual orgasm. Come flowed from Charles' dick like a river, and Andrea sobbed and moaned as each new ejaculation doubled the pleasure of her climax.
But finally Charles pumped his pecker dry, and their exertions ended as they collapsed in each others' arms, whining with delight. But presently they got up and dressed, and Andrea took Duke Charles to her father, King Gunther of Burgundy.
It is hard to say which astounded Gunther more-seeing his best commander miraculously rescued from the Saracens, or discovering his daughter among the Christian forces!
But after everything had been explained, Gunther was very happy, and he forgave Andrea for joining the Crusade without his permission. They talked long into the night, and made great plans.
Sheik Abdul's plan to pump Charles for information now backfired, for Charles had made careful note of everything he had seen inside the city walls, and now they were able to make a plan to take the city. Gunther went out and explained the plan to the other Crusader commanders, and they all saw at once that the plan was clever and daring enough to succeed.
And so two days later the Crusader army arose long before dawn, and was already for the assault when the sun came up. The Saracens were taken completely by surprise, and the Christians took the city walls easily. But then there was serious fighting within the city, for Sheik Abdul had ordered that every Saracen man should fight to the death.
After much battle, it came about that the Burgundians were about to storm Abdul's palace. King Gunther, Duke Charles and Brother Anton led the attack, and soon they were inside the front doors.
Many brave men, Christian and heathen alike, met their deaths that day, before Gunther, Charles and Anton finally had cut their way to Abdul's private chamber. There Abdul and Ali waited, armed with ugly curved scimitars. It was clear that they meant to fight to the death.
"Is this how you repay the courtesy I showed you when you were my guest?" Abdul taunted. "I thought I deserved better of you than this, Charles!"
"What you'll get from me is just what you deserve!" Charles said. Then the Burgundians moved up to attack.
Now Brother Anton had exchanged his black cowl for a suit of armor, but he had a black jerkin over that. He pulled out a huge battle-axe, and attacked Sheriff Ali.
Ali swung his scimitar, but Anton parried with his axe. Then Anton aimed a blow at Ali's legs, but Ali leaped high into the air, and the axe missed him. Then Ali swung his scimitar, and Anton could not block the blow. The curved blade caught him in the neck, and he fell to the floor with a mortal wound.
"It is only right that I should get my death in the Holy Lands!" Anton gasped, "for I have led many other men to their deaths here! Perhaps I will have much to answer for in Heaven, but I have always believed that I served the Lord in whatever manner was put before me!"
These words were Anton's last, for then he died.
"This was a strange and powerful man!" Gunther said. "There are many who will not mourn his death, but I can add to my honor by avenging him!"
Then Gunther threw himself at Sheriff Ali, swinging his broad long sword. Ali parried the first blow, but Gunther was enraged, and his sword flew so fast it appeared that there were three of them all aiming strokes at Ali. Ali retreated to a corner, and there Gunther gave him his death-stroke in the belly, and Sheriff Ali died there.
"So now, my former host, it is time for me to repay you for your hospitality!" Charles said, advancing on Sheik Abdul.
"That is one debt I would gladly forget about!" Abdul said. "For I fear the collection of it may cost me my life!"
And then they fell to fighting. Sheik Abdul fought well with his sharp scimitar, but he was no match for the valiant Burgundian's onslaught. Using no shield, Charles swung his sword two-handed, and parried all of Abdul's blows with his sword, as well as striking his own.
Sheik Abdul tried to slice Charles' leg away, but Charles turned the stroke aside, and then aimed a blow at Abdul's head. Abdul could not parry in time, and Charles' sword gave him a mortal wound in the skull.
When the news got out that Sheik Abdul was dead, the rest of the Saracens stopped their resistance, and then the Crusaders had a great time pillaging and looting, many a man stole himself a fortune that night.
And so the Crusaders recovered Jerusalem for the Christian cause. They installed a Christian king in the palace and left him many fine knights to defend himself. Then the rest of the army packed up their loot and prepared to march home.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Back in Burgundy, Queen Hildrid was shocked when a messenger arrived with the news of the fall of Jerusalem, for she had still not yet told Prince Balder that the Crusaders had left Constantinople.
Hildrid gave the messenger a gold coin and said, "Now you must promise not to tell this news to anyone else. If you do as I say there will be more gold for you, but if you betray me, then you shall surely die! Do you understand?"
Then Hildrid retired into her chamber and thought about all these things. Finally she had Balder sent for, and told him what she wanted him to know, which was that the Burgundian army was on its way home.
"I do not understand!" Balder said. "Have they then already taken Jerusalem, and we have not heard, about it?"
"I don't know!" Hildrid sighed. "The message was badly garbled. Knowing my cowardly husband, it is possible that he turned around at Constantinople without ever setting foot into the Holy Lands, but I wouldn't put it past him to come back here full of bull-shit tales of how he killed the Sheik of Jerusalem single-handed!"
Balder was very perplexed. "Well, what shall we do?"
"I have this plan," Hildrid said. "What we shall do is very simple. After Gunther has arrived home I shall lure him into my chambers, and there we shall kill him! In addition we shall also have to slay Duke Charles, his sworn liege-man!"
"These are grave deeds you propose, my lady!" said Balder. "What do you offer me in return?"
"Only this; that if we should slay Gunther and Charles, then I should take you to wed, and you would sit with me as the King of Burgundy. And if you are able to get your kinsman Rupert to join in this with us, then I shall give him the hand of my daughter Princess Caroline, and I will make him Duke of Burgundy. Then you will rule the two kingdoms of Burgundy and Denmark, and our descendants will be one of the strongest families in Europe!"
"Very well," Prince Balder said. "I will do this thing with you, and I shall go and recruit my kinsman Rupert."
Balder went to find Count Rupert, and reported to him everything Hildrid had said. Rupert found this to his liking, especially the part about wedding Princess Caroline, for he had been lusting after her, but she refused to have anything to do with him preferring to remain in mourning for her dead lover Earl Roland.
And so they entered into this foul conspiracy, and then Count Rupert went off to find Princess Caroline. He located her in the stable, where she was caring for Roland's horse.
"Good day, sweet princess!" Rupert said, and he boldly put his hand on the lady's round young ass.
"Get your hands off of me!" she snarled. "If you had any guts you would be off fighting the Saracens with my father! I'm sure the valiant dead knight whose horse this was would not be tarrying here, getting fresh with women who want nothing to do with him!"
But Rupert only laughed at these insults. Instead of leaving, he grabbed Caroline and wrestled her brutally to the straw-covered floor.
"Let me go, you bastard! I shall report this to my mother!"
"Go and report!" Rupert laughed. "But you should first know that your mother has already given you to me in a marriage deal so you'll learn to lie still in my arms soon enough!"
"How can it be that my mother gives me away in marriage when my father still lives?"
"Your father my indeed still live, wench, but the first night he spends back in Burgundy Castle will be his last! My kinsman Balder and I have joined in a plot with your mother to slay him and so usurp the crown of Burgundy!"
When poor Caroline heard this awful story she began to wail and weep, and the tears flowed down her face. But Rupert was not softened by this, but on the contrary found that the girl's distress only whetted his sexual appetites. He casually reached out and tore her gown down the front clear to her knees, revealing not only her lovely young breasts but also exposing the dark fur between her slender legs.
"Oooh, please leave me alone!"
But Rupert kept tearing at her dress until he had stripped her naked, and then he stood up and dropped his pants. His hard cock twitched cruelly as he lowered his body onto hers.
"No-oo-oo! Please, leave me alone!"
Caroline kept her legs clamped together, but Rupert managed to shove his knee between them and pry them apart. Forcing her thighs open, he groped brutally between her legs with his hands.
"Now, that feel like a nice little pussy!" he said. "Yes, indeed, I could get a lot of pleasure out of a little cunny like that! And so could you, if you would only lie back and relax!"
"Eat shit, bastard! I shall fight you to my last breath!"
"It's all the same to me, princess! I have always enjoyed a rousing rape as much as a willing fuck!"
So saying, Rupert seized his cock in his hand and started to ram it into Caroline's pussy. But she was too dry, and he was not able to penetrate.
"Ah, well, we know how to deal with this problem!"
Rupert ripped a strip of cloth off of Caroline's torn dress. He quickly tied her wrists together over her head, and fastened them to a post set into the stable floor. Bound firmly by the hands, Princess Caroline still tried to kick out at Rupert, but he slapped her sharply across the face and then got down between her legs and started slurping her twat with his sticky tongue.
"We'll get you all moistened up! Nothing like a little pussy-eating to get a cunt warmed up!"
Rupert lapped up and down Caroline's crack, concentrating on her little clit, and in spite of herself, Caroline started to become sexually aroused.
"Noo, no, you bastard! I will not have you give me pleasure! Damn you, I would piss in your face if my bladder was full!"
"Now you're getting into the spirit of things!" Rupert laughed. "Many times I have kissed a pissing cunt, and few things arouse me more! Even hearing you speak of it stirs my passions!"
"Ooooohh, no! You shit-eater!"
"Please, good lady, do not call your sweet pussy shit!"
Burying his face in Caroline's crotch, Rupert licked and lapped at her clit until she was forced to admit to herself that she was becoming very sexually aroused.
Rupert stuck his tongue up into Caroline's vagina, and the captive princess moaned, her lovely naked ass squirming in the straw.
"Now it sounds like you're getting in the mood!"
Licking deeper and deeper, Rupert used his tongue to whip Caroline's young pussy into a frenzy of lust.
"Much better! Now your little slit-lips are swelling open with passion, and the sweet juices start to flow forth! I think you're about ready for a good fucking!"
"You son of a shit-eating bitch! It may be true that you have sexually aroused me against my will, but I would rather fuck the dogs on the dung-heap than have your scabby cock shoved up in me!"
"Perhaps we could arrange that. It might turn me on. But first I'm going to fuck you myself, I think! Maybe the dogs would like sloppy seconds!"
"May God damn you straight to Hell!" Caroline prayed.
Then Rupert was on top of her again, and this time his huge cock penetrated her with less trouble. The pretty captive princess moaned and writhed as Rupert forced his cock up inside her vagina.
"No, you raping bastard! No! No!"
Caroline struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. Soon Rupert had her cunt filled to the bottom with his large erection, and he didn't waste any time stroking himself into a state of brutal pleasure.
"Aaaah, shit, this feels good! This is the way I like it! The more you struggle, the better it feels!"
Upon hearing this Caroline decided to stop moving all together, and so she laid perfectly still while Rupert reamed her twat with his hard cock.
But once again Caroline was betrayed by the lusts of her body, for although her mind hated Rupert, her cunt could not but help responding to his manful strokes, and soon she was whimpering and squirming with pleasure in spite of herself.
Rupert humped his muscular hips up and down, loving the tight friction he got from Caroline's wet young pussy. His body shivered with joy, his balls quivering with pleasure.
"Ah, yes, what a pleasing rape this has turned out to be! I love to fuck you when you squirm like that! My cock is delighted with your cunt!"
Faster and faster did Rupert fuck, until Caroline felt herself transported into a sexual ecstasy. Her little cunt was throbbing with good sensations from Rupert's cock, and she forgot who he was and what he was doing, and concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling in her lovely loins.
"Christ, yes! I swear you are a good fuck, wench, and after we're properly wed, maybe I won't even have to tie you up any more! Not that it bothers me, if you like it that way!"
Presently both of them were nearing the peak of their delight, and Rupert poured on one last burst of speed, whipping his hardened cock in and out of Caroline's pink pussy. His balls were tightening with pleasure, and he could feel his semen curdling around the base of his cock.
"God damn, but I'm about to come! Fuck, this is great! What a fine tight little cunt you have! Aaaa shit, here it comes! Aaah! Ooooh! UH! UUUHH! UUUUHH!! "
Cock jerking with delight, Rupert spurted his semen into Caroline's captive cunt, and the flood of his ejaculation swept her over the edge. She started coming too, but she tried not to show it.
"Aaaaaaahh, shit, what an orgasm! My sperm is pouring into you like piss! My cock and balls are wide open with ecstasy, and I'm pumping you full of my pleasure-juices!"
Caroline also quivered with ecstasy, but she bit her lip and tried not to show it by whimpering or squirming too much. Waves of pleasure surged through her raped loins, and her violated vagina throbbed and thrilled with blissful sexual sensations.
Finally Rupert the rapist finished his climax, and abruptly pulled his cock out, spilling the last few drops of his semen on Caroline's belly. He untied her bonds and then left her there whimpering on the straw-covered floor.
"Vengeance shall be mine!" Caroline swore. "This bastard shall pay for what he has done! And he must not be allowed to murder my father!"
But then Caroline heard Rupert returning. Reaching into her ruined dress, she found a tiny sheathed dagger, which she quickly concealed by rolling it up in her long hair.
Rupert took her off and locked her in a room in a deserted wing of the castle. Then he and Balder and Ingrid sat down to plan the murder of King Gunther.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After several days the knights of Burgundy rode back into the land, and all who had remained behind turned out to meet them. They were given a good welcome, and when they told about the victory over the Saracens at Jerusalem, a great cheer went up, and they were accounted great heroes.
Gunther met Queen Hildrid and the rest of his court in the great hall. Queen Hildrid was sitting on the high-seat, and Prince Balder was one step beneath.
First Gunther stopped in the middle of the hall and told everyone in ringing tones about their victories in the Holy Lands, and he was given a great ovation.
But while the people cheered and clapped, Hildrid whispered in Balder's ear: "Listen to him lie, the fool! He never got any further than Constantinople, if even that! If Jerusalem has fallen to the Christians, you can bet that milk-sop had nothing to do with it!"
Then King Gunther introduced Princess Andrea and Duke Charles. He told them the two were to be married, and described their great deeds in the Holy Lands. Finally Gunther and Charles showed the people their wound-scars.
"They probably got those wounds in a tavern brawl in Constantinople! That's the kind of fighting Gunther--likes best!"
Then King Gunther mounted to the high seat and formally greeted his wife. Queen Hildrid met him with every civility, and then introduced him to Prince Balder.
"This Balder, Prince of Denmark. He arrived here only yesterday, seeking to join your Crusade, but he was too late! I invited him in and gave him hospitality, knowing you would have done the same in my place!"
Gunther praised his wife for her good manners, and then they all sat down to eat and drink, and Balder asked Gunther for details about the Crusade. Gunther told all willingly and honestly, but Queen Hildrid kept kicking Balder under the table and smirking at him, as if to say, "Isn't this a lark! Who does he think he's fooling?"
Then after a decent interval, Gunther said he would like to go upstairs to his chamber with the queen. Balder excused himself, and the royal couple went upstairs together, and all the company cheered. There was great rejoicing in Burgundy that night as the valiant knights were reunited with their ladies; but there were also sad faces of those whose loved ones had not come back.
Gunther and Hildrid came up into the chamber, and they embraced. Hildrid was careful to give every indication of being loving and happy, and Gunther suspected nothing. Presently she began to caress him in a sexual way, and he suggested they undress and go to bed.
"Why not?" she answered. "After all, I seem to remember that we are legally wed!"
So they stripped and laid down together. Gunther responded at once to the caresses of his wife, and his hard cock was soon throbbing in her hand.
Having learned of the secret passage to the chamber from Brother Anton, Hildrid had told the secret to Prince Balder, and that was how Balder was to creep into the room and stab Gunther in the back. Hildrid continued to seduce her husband, waiting for her lover to show up on his murderous errand.
At the same time, Princess Caroline was being subjected to the attentions of her captor, Count Rupert. Caroline was tied to a wooden bed by the wrists and ankles, and Rupert was pulling his cock out of his pants.
"I must fuck you in a hurry tonight, my princess, for then I have to hurry off and help my kinsman kill your father the king and his man Charles!"
Caroline strained against her bonds, but she knew it was no use to struggle. She had been raped repeatedly since being brought to the room, and her eyes glowered at Rupert with murderous hatred.
"I only wish that my violated cunt might grow teeth so I could bite off your wretched cock and watch you bleed to death before my very eyes!"
"Is that any way to talk to your lover? If you aren't nice to me, I just might decide to fuck your tight little cunt while it's all cold and dry, instead of taking the trouble to get your juices flowing!"
Caroline did not reply to this, and Rupert started into his favorite method of warming Caroline up-eating her young cunt. He got down between her pinioned legs and started lapping her cunt, and as usual Caroline felt herself being sexually aroused at the same time she was cursing and hating him.
Back in the royal bedchamber, Gunther was fingering the lips of Hildrid's slit, and she also was swelling and flowing with pleasure. Gunther caressed his wife's clitoris, and her pussy opened for him.
"Hurry up and fuck me, Gunther!" Hildrid moaned. In fact, she wanted him to mount her so that her lover could stab him in the back while he lay in her arms!
Faithless Hildrid found Gunther's swollen cock with her hands and pulled him onto her, guiding his dick to her pink vagina.
"Now fuck me, good husband!" Hildrid sighed. "Stick your long-absent cock up my waiting cunt, for long have I awaited your good fuck strokes!"
With this lie Hildrid enticed Gunther to penetrate her twat with his pulsing prick, and soon the two were joined at the loins in sexual congress. Gunther moaned with delight as he felt his stiff erection sliding deep into the tight wet folds of his wife's vagina.
"This have I long waited for, my queen!" Gunther sighed. "My cock thrills with joy from the sweet embrace of your sweet wet slit!"
Hildrid squirmed and moaned, and raised her legs to wrap them around her husband's back. Gunther shivered with joy, th inking she had done this out of passion, but actually her in-tention was to hold him more securely while Balder delivered his death-stroke!
"Waves of pleasure surge through my cock and balls, and my ass-hole contracts with delight! In all truth, I am almost delirious with joy to be again fucking this my most favorite cunt!"
Hildrid was delighted with Gunther's distraction, and her joy was made complete when she saw over his shoulder the form of her lover Balder of Denmark slipping through the secret panel. She winked over Gunther's shoulder at Balder, and the evil Danish prince reached to his belt and produced a long wicked dagger.
"Oh, Gunther, fuck me fast and hard! I want to feel your cock whipping in and out of me. Please fuck me with great vigor! Give me as many cock strokes as you gave the Saracens, in as short a time!"
Valiant Gunther, innocent of his enemy sneaking up on his back, was only too happy to give his lady what she said she wanted. His cock was craving the rapid friction of a brisk fuck, and he moved his ass quickly back and forth, sliding his swollen penis in and out of craven Hildrid's cunt.
Cowardly Balder now stood directly behind Gunther's rolling back, and the point of his dagger was aimed between the king's heaving shoulder blades.
Meanwhile, Balder's sinister kinsman Rupert had finished eating Caroline out, and was preparing to penetrate her juicy pussy. His cock was swollen with lust, and he pushed it between the pink lips of Caroline's little slit.
As usual, Rupert had managed to get Caroline aroused in spite of her hatred for him, and she could not suppress a moan of pleasure when his large erection reamed into the tight wetness of her throbbing vagina.
Squirming in her bonds, Caroline panted and sighed as Rupert took his pleasure between her lovely bound legs. His cock surged with thrills of joy and he laughed as he fucked.
"Goddamn me if you don't get better every time!" he said. "I like it so much with you tied up like this, I may never let you go!"
"That's what you think, pig!" Caroline thought, but she kept this to herself.
"In fact, I like fucking you so much, I will probably come back and fuck you again after we've murdered your father and Charles! Ha-ha-haaaa-haahh!"
Rupert shivered and shuddered as his cock radiated pleasure. The sweet friction of Caroline's tight twat was quickly bringing on his climax, and he giggled as his balls tightened with quivering tension.
"But wait!" Rupert said. "I keep ignoring your little ass-hole! That's not fair, is it? It deserves its pleasure too!"
With these words Rupert pulled his cock out of Caroline's cunt and quickly drove it up her anus. The shocked girl gasped with pain as the huge organ stretched her virgin rectum.
"Ooooww! That hurts! You perverted son of a bitch."
"Shut up, slut! You'll learn to beg for it! Just relax and enjoy it!"
In fact, Caroline discovered that she did feel some pleasure if she relaxed her ass-hole instead of tightening it. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy what she could not prevent.
"Aaaaaahh, I'm glad I remembered this! Your tight butt-hole is at least as sweet as your little cunt! And I love the way it makes you squirm around when I give your ass a good stroke!"
His passions now fully aroused, it didn't take Rupert long to achieve his orgasm in Caroline's ass-hole. His cock jerked with intense pleasure, and then it started ejaculating, spewing his semen into the tied-up girl's anus.
"Ooohh, fuck, what a come! I'm coming up your ass-hole, little Caroline! Don't you just love it? I just love anal fucking! We must do this more often!"
Rupert fucked and pumped until his spasms passed, and then he quickly whipped his cock out of her bummy and wiped it off on a piece of towel.
"Well, so much for that! Now, on to business!"
Rupert put his cock away and strapped on a belt from which hung a short-sword and a sharp dagger.
"See you soon, Caroline! Now I must go murder Duke Charles while my kinsman dispatches your father, King Gunther!"
Rupert walked out the door.
Now, Duke Charles was in his chamber, but he was not alone. His lover Princess Andrea had sneaked in to see him, and they were engaged in various sexual activities.
First they kissed and caressed, and then they put their hands inside their clothes and fondled each other's sex organs until they were greatly aroused.
After that they stripped each other and did some more fondling and petting, until both were shivering with pleasure.
"Now let's do sixty-nine!" Andrea said.
So they arranged themselves for double oral sex, both lying on their sides, face to crotch. Naked Andrea spread her legs and Charles used one of her thighs as a pillow while he kissed the soft crack between her legs.
Taking Charles' cock in her dainty hands, Andrea began to lick all around the knob with her pink tongue. Then she licked down the shaft, and lapped around his throbbing balls for a while. Then she licked back up to the head and squeezed the swollen red knob into her soft mouth for a good sucking.
"Aaaahh, Christ, how you do suck my cock! Nobody in the world ever sucked cocks better than you, my sweet Andrea! My hard penis is surging with energy, and thrills of pleasure are shooting through my groin! Oh, suck me, suck me!"
Andrea used her hands and fingers for fondling and petting his balls and the shaft of his dick while she sucked the tip, causing him to feel great sexual sensations.
But Charles was not neglecting his lady's private parts. He pressed his lips to her vagina and gave it a deep kiss that left her squirming with delight, and then he affixed his lips to her little red clitoris, and sucked and licked that tiny sex organ until the girl was beside herself with lust.
"Oh, lick me, eat me, suck me, lap my clit! God, Charles, you're eating my cunt so good, it just makes me want to suck your cock that much better!"
And so they went, trading pleasure for pleasure, each trying to outdo the other in giving good sexual sensations, until it was obvious that both of them were going to come at the same time.
"Wait!" Charles gasped. "Let us slow down! I would not mind having my orgasm in your sweet mouth, but I had also wanted to do a little fucking! How do you feel about that?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Please fuck me, Charles! I love the way you suck my clit, but even more I want the feeling of your good hard cock sliding up inside my pussy! Do it to me, Charles!"
They rearranged themselves for intercourse. Andrea lay on her back and spread her legs, and Charles quickly got on top of her. His cock found its way to her cunt without any help, and soon he was penetrating right to the bottom of her vagina.
"My God, your cunt is sweet! I'm really glad we did this, Andrea, for now I am truly in ecstasy, feeling your delightful pussy wrapped firmly around my throbbing erection! I shall soon spill my seed into you, my darling!"
"Fuck away, brave friend! I don't care if you ejaculate in me! I'll love every drop of it!"
If the truth be told, Andrea herself was on the verge of her orgasm, and hoped that Charles' lusty ejaculation would send her the rest of the way.
So enrapt in their fucking were they that neither noticed when Count Rupert slipped through the door and drew his short sword.
"Aaaaah, Christ in heaven, what a fuck this is! Andrea, I'm about to come!"
"You're about to die!" Rupert muttered to himself, raising his sword over Charles' neck.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As soon as Rupert left, Princess Caroline set to work. Stretching her bonds as much as possible, she just managed to reach the dagger hidden in her hair with her right hand. Once she had the knife, she quickly cut her bonds and leaped off the bed. Grabbing up a coverlet to throw around her naked body, she ran to the door.
As she had suspected, Rupert had left the key in the outside keyhole, and it was an easy matter to turn the key from the inside with the knife. Then Caroline threw the door open and ran as fast as she could to that part of the castle in which were the royal apartments.
Throwing open the door to her parents' room, Caroline saw the whole scene in an instant-her parents embracing on the bed, and Balder standing over Gunther's bare back, his dagger poised.
"Father!" Caroline screamed. "Father, look behind! You are about to be back-stabbed!"
Warned at the last minute by Caroline's scream, Gunther rolled out of the way, but Balder's blow was already launched, and the dagger continued its descent, giving Queen Hildrid her death-stroke.
"Aaaaah, no, my lover!" the dying queen screamed. "You have killed the wrong person! It was my husband who was supposed to die!"
And with these words the faithless Queen Hildrid got her death.
Now Balder leaped back, his bloody dagger still in his hand, and then he started stalking King Gunther, who looked around for a weapon. Caroline spied his sword in the corner and threw it to him.
Gunther unsheathed his trusty blade, and Balder could see his death in Gunther's eyes. Suddenly a plan occurred to Balder, and he ran around the bed and grabbed hold of Princess Caroline, with his dagger poised at her throat.
"Hold now, Gunther, or your daughter will be as dead as your wife!"
"That would be a much greater loss to me!" Gunther allowed, and he lowered his sword but did not drop it. "I have no idea what you mean to do, but surely you cannot hope to get out of this alive!"
But Balder hoped for exactly that, because he was counting on Rupert's quickly slaying Charles and coming to his aid.
But Rupert was having troubles of his own. As he crept into Charles' room, ready to decapitate the Duke as he fucked Andrea, he kicked over Charles' helmet which he had left on the floor. Andrea looked over her lover's shoulder and screamed, seeing Rupert with his upraised sword.
Then Charles saw the shadow of Rupert and his sword on the wall behind the bed. Seizing Andrea tightly in his embrace, he rolled them both across the bed with a kick of his legs, and Rupert's sword stroke slashed instead into the mattress. Then Charles leaped to his feet and snatched up his sword, quickly drawing it from the sheath.
Charles swung the first blow, but Rupert parried with his blade, and then aimed a stroke of his own. Charles avoided that blow, and then Rupert ran out the door, thinking Charles would not chase him without first stopping to dress.
But Charles cared not for modesty when fighting for his life, and he followed, stark naked, with his naked sword in his hand. Rupert felt Charles' sword swinging behind his back, and he turned to defend himself.
Charles aimed a blow at Rupert's head, but Rupert countered that and aimed a stroke of his own, slicing for Charles' feet. Charles avoided that blow by leaping into the air, and the blade passed under his legs.
Coming back to his feet, Charles rushed forward, swinging his sword two-handed. Rupert raised his sword to parry, but he was not fast enough, and Charles dealt him a wound in the shoulder.
"Are you now ready to yield?" Charles asked.
"Never!" Rupert snarled. "You will kill me anyway!"
Now Rupert went on the attack, made desperate by his wound. Swinging his sword almost too fast to see, he backed Charles down the corridor. But Charles parried all strokes, and though he gave ground, he got no wounds.
Rupert prayed that Balder would quickly kill Gunther and-come to his assistance, not knowing that Balder was having his own difficulties.
Charles backed up to the end of the corridor, and then he went back on the attack again. Swinging his mighty sword around his head until the air whistled past the blade, Charles waded into his foe, and soon it was Rupert who gave ground.
Bleeding from the shoulder, Rupert was growing weaker, and soon Charles saw an opening. He thrust forward with the point of his sword, and the tip caught Rupert in the chest, biting deep into his lungs. Rupert fell to one knee, coughing blood, and Charles stood over him and cut off his head with a single mighty stroke.
Then Charles ran off the Gunther's room, suspecting that the king had also been targeted for an attack. He ran through the open door and saw Balder holding Caroline with a knife in his hand, pointed at her throat.
"Thank God you're here!" Gunther said. "Now we can take him with no danger to Caroline!"
The two Burgundian noblemen flanked the desperate Balder, and he knew not on which side to defend himself. Finally Gunther distracted his attention and Charles struck from the side. His blow cut into Balder's neck, and the Dane let go of Caroline and fell back into the corner.
Andrea ran up to the door, and she and Caroline fell into each others' arms.
"Now you will surely die for your treachery, villain!" Gunther thundered. Balder tried to defend himself with his knife, but Gunther quickly sliced through the wrist that held the blade.
"Kill me then," Balder gasped, "but do not cut me to pieces!"
"It is no better than you deserve!" Gunther said, But the king stepped forward and ended Balder's life with a clean stroke to the chest, and the faithless Prince of Denmark fell dead.
Now Gunther brought together all the palace servants and showed them the bodies of Balder and Hildrid, and he told them all to tell him as much as they knew about what had gone on while he was away. With their help and the assistance of his daughter Caroline, Gunther soon figured out the whole story, and he was made very sad and very angry at the same time.
"Drag the bodies of the traitors away," he ordered, "but do not bury them in sacred ground. Rather, take them to a high rock in the forest and let the birds devour their flesh!"
This was done as he ordered, and then Gunther set about to arrange his kingdom. He gave Duke Charles even more power than before, and immediately arranged his wedding to Andrea. Then Gunther sat down on his high seat and dispensed justice.
Gunther never again mentioned Queen Hildrid's name to a living soul, but it was easy to see that a tremendous sadness was inside him.
One night as they sat drinking ale, Duke Charles asked, "Now tell my master, if you want, would you do it all over again if you could go back to the first day Brother Anton arrived?"
"I don't know. Certainly this Crusading has cost me the only two women I ever loved. But if I had not gone, the first would have thought me a coward and stopped loving me, and I-would never have met the second, even though she was quickly taken from me! Strange indeed are the whims of the fates!"
And so would be the end of the story, leaving Gunther in his loneliness, but for a happy accident which we must now relate.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Now there was a certain merchant of Burgundy whose name was Rolph, and when he heard that the city of Jerusalem had been taken by the Christians, he said to himself, "Here is an opportunity to make some profits, for there are many trade-goods to be had in Palestine that folks will pay a good price for here!"
So Rolph loaded up several horses with the richest produce of his land, and took plenty of money, though well hidden of course, and chose a few companions. He set off for Palestine, traveling first to Constantinople.
Rolph sold his Burgundian goods all the way to Palestine, buying what he thought would be a good investment, and in this manner finally arrived in Jerusalem. There he rented a stall in the market, and was soon doing a brisk business, selling or trading for Oriental luxuries for the markets of
Burgundy.
It so happened that Rolph was a man of lusty sexual appetites, and one night he went off to visit the brothels. Finally he came to rest in a house of prostitution deep in the oldest quarter of the city, where few Christians ventured after dark.
"What do you want, master?" the whore master inquired.
"Something young and pretty, of course!" Rolph said. So the whore master brought him a young Syrian girl of about fourteen or fifteen. Rolph had the girl strip, and he found her young body to his liking.
"She will do! And bring me also some wine-Greek, if you have any!"
So Rolph settled into drinking and pleasure. "What would you have me do, lord?" the girl asked. "First I need to get an erection! How are you at sucking cocks?"
"I have been trained in all the arts of pleasure!"
"Then come and give my sex organs the benefit of your oral caresses, my sweet!"
Rolph also stripped, and invited the child to come and kiss and lick his genitals, which of course she did; we do not know whether she enjoyed her work or not, and neither did Rolph, so good was her acting.
The nameless Syrian girl put Rolph's soft cock into her little mouth and tenderly sucked until it started to stir between her lips. She tickled his balls and sucked sweetly on the tip of his cock until it started to swell with pleasure.
The whore master went into a back room and there talked with his partner, a fat castrated man from Persia.
"Listen," the whore master said, "that rich Burgundian merchant just came in and asked for a girl. I gave him Delilah. Now he is asking for good Greek wine."
"He sounds rich indeed!" said the eunuch.
"I think we should put some poppy juice into his wine! Then when Delilah fucks him to sleep, he will slumber for many hours, and we can steal him away to a hiding place. Then we will threaten to kill him slowly unless he gives over to as everything he owns!
"By all means!" the Persian agreed. So they put the drug into Rolph's wine and served it to him.
By then Rolph's cock was well swollen with lust, and he was grimacing and shuddering as Delilah fondled his. testicles in her soft palms. She was bobbing her head up and down over his hard-on, sliding her lips up and down the swollen red knob, licking and sucking, and Rolph was loving every minute of it.
"Now you must show me your little pussy, and let me play with it!" he said.
So Delilah laid on the bed with her legs well apart, and Rolph laid down between her knees and studied her little slit. Her pubic hairs were dark and not yet very thick due to her youthfulness, but her pink crack was glistening with moisture, and her-little clit was red with passion.
"What a lovely little cunt! I simply must lick it!" First Rolph took a draught of wine, and then he stuck out his tongue and licked the girl's crack from top to bottom, several times, until her slit-lips were swelling apart with passion.
"Now that's what I like to see-a well-excited little cunt!"
Rolph licked some more, inserting his tongue deep into her twat, and he was soon rewarded with a flow of sweet pussy-juices, which he eagerly lapped up.
Young Delilah truly took pleasure from this action, and she soon squirmed sensuously on the couch, moaning and giggling.
"It tickles my pussy when you fuck me with your tongue!"
Rolph licked and sucked the girl's vagina until they were both boiling with passion, and then he decided it was time for him to fuck her.
"I shall lay on my back, and you will sit on my prick!" Rolph suggested.
"What ever gives you pleasure will please me!" Delilah assured him.
So the Burgundian merchant laid down with his stiff erection sticking up into the air. Delilah straddled it with her slender legs and slowly lowered her young body, until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against the moist lips of her cunt.
The girl rocked her round ass back and forth, working Rolph's hard dick up into her tight little vagina.
"By God, you have a tight sweet little slit!" Rolph sighed. "My cock does feel fine inside your cunt!"
Delilah had about half of his cock up inside her vagina, and she bounced slowly up and down, sliding her cunt up and down Rolph's stiff pole.
"Fucking good pussy strokes! By Christ, you do have a pleasureful little slit, my little whore! Now sit down hard and take it all up inside you!"
Lowering herself down onto his belly, Delilah took the rest of Rolph's long erection up into her vagina, and she could feel it jerking and quivering with pleasure. Giggling, she reached behind and started tickling his testicles.
"God damn me, but you are a well-trained whore! I think I shall play with your tits while you fuck my cock like this!"
"Please do!"
So Rolph reached up and caressed the girl's breasts while she moved her pussy up and down on his cock. The girl's dark nipples started to swell with passion, and soon he had gently pinched and caressed them to full erection. Then he reached down with one hand and started tickling Delilah's clitoris.
"Aaah! Master, that feels very good! Keep doing that, and I guarantee you shall have a fuck you'll never forget! It makes me thrill with delight, and I'm sure your cock will feel the benefit of the pleasure spasms in my cunt!"
Nor was the pretty little prostitute lying either, for as Rolph fondled her love-button, he could feel her smooth little vagina contracting with little convulsions of delight, and this caused him to experience wonderful sexual sensations in his erect penis.
Additionally, she was still tickling and stroking his shivering balls, so all in all, Rolph was getting a pretty good piece of ass!
"Mmmmm! You good little pussy you! I'm glad I found my way to this house, for I have never been fucked this good in my life! My balls are tight with sweet tension, my ass-hole is contracting with joy, and my cock is throbbing with pleasure!"
Then young Delilah leaned over and kissed Rolph tenderly on the lips. She started whispering into his ear.
"Master, I know a trick that will give you the best orgasm you ever thought imaginable! Shall I do it with you?"
Rolph had already planned to have the greatest climax of his existence, but how could he refuse any offer that did him honor?
"Surely, let us do it! Anything that will increase my joy!"
Then the girl got off him for a moment. She reached into her bag and brought out a device that Rolph examined with great curiosity. It was a silken cord about three feet long, and every six inches a round glass bead was knotted into the string, so there were about ten beads all together.
"Spread wide your legs, master!"
Rolph opened his knees, and to his astonishment the girl leaned down and started to lick his ass-hole.
"By Christ! You're licking my anus!"
"Just relax and lie still! I promise you, you'll enjoy it! But for now, don't question anything I do, okay?"
Well, Rolph thought, there are worse things than getting your ass kissed! So he laid back and let Delilah give him a splendid rim job, until his anus was quite aroused.
"Now, you really gotta relax for this part!"
Delilah started tenderly stuffing the beaded cord up Rolph's ass-hole. Utterly shocked, the merchant started to protest, but then he realized the sensation was not really all that unpleasant, so he let her finish, until only about ten inches of red silk string was still sticking out of his ass.
Then she mounted him again, but this time she got on backwards, so she was facing his feet, with her back to his face. But her little slit was as wet and tight as ever, and Rolph soon discovered that his sexual pleasure was increased by the pressure of the beads in his anus.
"Hey, this really is good!" he said.
"Don't you worry, we haven't even come to the really good part yet!"
Obviously Delilah had mounted backwards so she could give attention to his balls and ass-hole, Rolph realized. The pretty teenaged prostitute started fondling and caressing his shivering testicles, and he moaned and squirmed with pleasure as tickling waves of joy surged through his tightening ball-sac.
"Mmmmmmmm. This really is good!"
Now Delilah was rocking her hips back and forth, moving her pussy up and down his cock, and the good friction was soon giving him wonderfully sweet sexual sensations all through his belly and cock. Of course, she kept tickling and feeling his balls, which were quivering and contracting with every stroke.
"Mmmmm! Aaaaaaaahh! Ooohh, Jesus Christ! By the saints, this is great fucking!"
A true professional, Delilah now added another aspect to their sex, when she started squeezing down on the muscles inside her vagina, making Rolph moan and cry out with delight when he felt her cunt contractions massaging his throbbing erection.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, that is really fantastic! Aaaaaahh, shit! What a work-out your giving me! My cock has never had sensations like this, and my ass-hole is really loving it!"
Delilah now threw the whole act into high gear, and started bringing Rolph to his climax. She rocked her beautiful little ass up and down to hump her pussy up and down the length of his quivering cock, and at the same time massaged his sex organ with her contracting cunt muscles.
Shocking waves of pleasure surged through his groin, and she increased it by gently fondling his shivering balls. Pleasure knotted the muscles in Rolph's belly, and his cock jerked for joy.
"Aaaah, sweet pussy, I can feel an orgasm building up inside my belly! It feels so good, I can hardly stand it! My cock is bursting with joy, and I don't think I can hold my semen in for much longer!"
"Well, don't try!" Delilah said sweetly.
And with these words, she pressed down with her hand on the prime-pleasure point between his balls, and at the same time she picked up the string dangling from his ass and pulled hard.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!"
The beads on the string massaged Rolph's prostate gland from the inside of his ass at the same time Delilah pushed on it from the outside. Rolph's semen was ripped from his cock with a force of pleasure that was like an explosion. Shocking waves of orgasm zapped through his body. Red lights burst behind his eyes, and jizm spurted from Rolph's cock like a broken dam.
All the semen burst out of him at once, and his cock squirmed with pleasure as it emptied itself into Delilah's contracting cunt. His cock swelled with pleasure, and jerked fitfully as the come poured through it like piss. Rolph gasped and sobbed and moaned as his jizm was milked from him, and he pumped his pleasure into the young's girl's vagina until his balls were dry.
Under the combined influnces of opium and the best orgasm in the world, Rolph had passed out even before his erection had melted away. He was quickly bound and gagged by the two whoremasters and then careied to a dank cell deep in the cellar of the slums.
Rolph awakened the next morning with a terrible hangover, a raging thirst, and limp cock. He called for water and was answered with curses. Finally, hours later, the Persian eunuch appeared.
"Hello, Rolph of Burgundy! Would you like a drink of water?"
"Let me out of here, you ball-less bastard."
"No need to get personal!" The eunuch threw the water over Rolph's head and left. When he returned an hour later, Rolph was more civil.
"What do you want of me?" he asked.
"Money, of course!" the Eunuch said, handing him ajar of water.
"How much?"
"How much have you got?"
Rolph groaned. "Let me guess! If you don't get it all, you're going to kill me, right?"
"That was our original plan, but now I'm more of a mind to cut your balls off and sell you as a slave!"
Rolph groaned again. Then he wrote a note to his assistant in the market place, telling him to add up all of Rolph's accounts in Palestine and bring the figures to the brothel. After that he was given a bowl of food to eat.
Now as you may imagine, Rolph was very distressed by this turn of events, and he was particularly ill disposed by the whole idea of women and sex, for he had no way of knowing that little Delilah had nothing to do with what happened to him.
"God curse that conniving little cunt!" Rolph moaned. "I would cheerfully cut her cunt right out of her wretched little body!"
For this reason, he was not at all pleased when a dark-eyed female face appeared at the door of his cell. "Say, man! Are you the merchant from Burgundy."
"Who the fuck wants to know!"
"Please! Are you Rolph of Burgundy? If you are, I may be able to help you!"
"Go and eat a plate of shit, you treacherous cunt! This is no doubt another disgusting female trick!"
And Rolph refused to talk with the woman at all.
A few hours later the eunuch returned, and he had in his hand the statement of Rolph's accounts.
"Well?? Will you let me go now if I sign them over to you?"
"This is not nearly enough!" the Persian eunuch said. "We thought you were worth a lot more than this! Are you sure you're not hiding anything from us?"
"I swear, that's everything I own in Palestine!"
"Well, it's not enough, not by a long shot! You're going to have to write back to Burgundy and have them send out some more money!"
Rolph swore and ground his teeth.
"Of course, if you'd rather not, I could just castrate you right now...! "
Rolph called for a pen and ink and wrote to his brother in Burgundy, telling him to liquefy all his assets and send them out to Jerusalem for ransom. The eunuch took the letter and went away, leaving Rolph groaning and tearing at his sparse hair.
For all these reasons, Rolph was more inclined to listen when the strange girl reappeared and asked again who he was.
"I am in fact that one who is called Rolph of Burgundy," he said. "Now, tell me what you want of me!"
T will help you to escape from these people if you want me to!"
"And what do you ask in return."
"Only this: that you take me back to Burgundy as soon as you return!"
"I will agree to these terms," Rolph said. So they shook hands through the barred window, and the girl gave him some instructions.
"When they bring you your dinner tonight, you must be ready to move at once! Do you understand?"
"Yes!"
Rolph waited fretfully until evening. What if this was only another trap? Who could he trust in this strange country? He could feel the Persian eunuch's knife slicing through his nut-sac, and sweat poured from his shivering body.
As the ancient city grew dark, Rolph heard the eunuch padding up to the door with his food-bowl. The bolt slid back and the door swung open.
"So! Dinner for our honored guest--! "
Before the eunuch could finish his sentence, he was struck a fatal blow to the back of the head, and he pitched into the cell, the back of his head a bloody pulp. The girl stood behind him, a battle-axe in her hands.
"Hurry!" she cried.
Stepping gingerly over the dead Persian, Rolph quickly followed the girl through the twisting corridors and streets of the old quarter, until at last they came to the Christian section where Rolph maintained his apartment.
"How did you know where I lived?" he asked.
"What do you care? Hurry up and get inside!"
Rolph's servants and assistants were overjoyed to see him free and safe, and he gave them orders to pack everything immediately. He sent a messenger to the stable to have their horses prepared, and they were packed and ready to depart by the time the sun came up.
Then Rolph said to the girl, "You have kept your part of the bargain, and now I shall keep mine! You may come with us all the way to Burgundy. But won't you tell me your name?"
"No!" the girl said.
By the first light of dawn they left Jerusalem, and within two day's time they were at Joppa, the port city. There Rolph arranged an ocean passage back to Europe, and from there they traveled overland back to Burgundy. The oriental girl was polite but very reserved, and to no one did she reveal her name.
When they were back in Burgundy, Rolph said, "Now I have done as you asked! Before we say good-bye, is there anything else I can do for you? I recognize that I would have lost everything if it had not been for you, and I am deeply in your debt!"
"Yes! There is one more thing you can do for me."
"Only name it!"
"I want you to present me to the king of Burgundy!" Now this was troublesome to Rolph, but he could not go back on his word. "Very well, I shall do this, but it causes me some discomfort to be presenting a nameless foreign girl to our king! Won't you at least now tell me who you are?"
"Let me worry about that!" the girl answered.
So Rolph requested an audience with Gunther, and it was readily granted, for their families had been close for years, and Gunther had heard rumors of Rolph's adventures in Palestine, and was anxious for his news.
Therefore Rolph went up to the castle, and he took with him the girl, who wore an oriental-style veil across her face. When Rolph was announced in the court, he walked towards Gunther's throne with the girl on his arm.
Gunther greeted his subject cordially, and then asked who his companion was.
"My lord, you must forgive me, for in truth I do not know!"
But then the girl raised her dainty hand and dropped the veil, and King Gunther leaped to his feet.
"jasmine! Can it really be you?"
"It is me, my lord! Are you happy to see me?"
And so it was that Gunther heard the story of how Jasmine's wound gotten in Abdul's palace was not fatal after all, and how she had been nursed back to health, but had been in a coma until after the Burgundians had left.
She told him how hard she had tried to find passage to Burgundy, and Rolph volunteered the story of her courage during his rescue from the whore-masters.
King Gunther was delighted, of course, and his subjects shared his joy. Despite her low birth, the Burgundians insisted that Gunther take Jasmine to wife, and he did, and they had a long happy life together, and Jasmine gave Gunther many more sons and daughters to brighten his declining years.
Gunther was so grateful to Rolph for bringing Jasmine to him that he raised him up to be a Duke, and gave him Princess Caroline in marriage, which proved to be a long and happy relationship for them both.
King Gunther lived to be over seventy and then died a perfect death, being killed in battle fighting over a boundary dispute. He was followed by his grandson Gunther II, the son of Duke Charles and Princess Andrea.
