("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Medieval Tale by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A young man earns a rich reward for rescuing a damsel in distress. (Mf, ped, v, rom, hist) *** I heard her screaming before I saw anything and hurried up the hill, pulling an arrow from my soft quiver. There were two of them; large men, one still a horse and the other at the fancy carriage, tearing at a struggling girl's clothes. A small body lay on the ground. My first shot went deep into the would-be rapist's back and my second flew high and hit the rider in the throat. I put another in him and knocked him off his mount. The girl was on her knees, bodice torn wide open, and she was trying to revive a young boy as I knelt and cut the throat of the man who had been attacking her. She looked up. "He tried to save me." I went to a knee, listened to the child's chest and then picked him up and put him in the carriage. "Just knocked out, I think," I told her, startled by her beauty and knowing I had seen her before. "He'll be all right I'm sure." She nodded and hugged me, bare breasts against my leather shirt. I patted her back and then helped her up to the driver's seat where a body lay slumped. I pulled the dead man down and put his body in the carriage as well. "They had guns, pistols, shot him; poor old man," she said, holding her dress together as I checked the bodies for purses and yanked out my bloody arrows. I drove and she sat beside me, silent for a good while. "That's my brother, down in there, he tried to defend me. That man clubbed him down with his pistol, the one pawing at me." "I think he'll recover. My name's William; I'm called Bill. I'm from the clan Gregor." "Beatrice," she said, "Beatrice de More. I'm sure you've heard of my father." "Indeed," I said. He was, by far, the richest man in the county, perhaps in the whole region while my family had, I'm sure, more acres and more tenants if you count my uncles and cousins. But De More had gold, pirate gold it was said. We reached her home within the hour and found her brother awake but still groggy. I helped him stumble into the kitchen and the girl followed. Soon they both disappeared, and I found myself in the library with her corpulent father, trying to explain what had happened. "Lucky you came along," he said after pouring me some wine. "She gave a good account of herself but he was a lot bigger." "Aye, I'm sure. She's much too pretty, that one." "Indeed, sir, a beauty. Is she spoken for, promised?" The idea simply jumped into my mouth before I had really thought about it. He arched an eyebrow. "Interesting question. No, she free of encumbrances and has a fine, substantial dowry as well as her maidenhead." He smiled. "I'd like to see her wed. Hard to have two women in the same house, and I've a fresh, new wife." 'Then I would ask your permission to court her, for I am in need of a wife." "Your family has land, I believe." I nodded. "A great deal. I can support her well, but not in such a fine house as this." "You may speak to her. She is willful. I will wish you luck." "How old is she, sir?" He sniffed. "Not sure, fifteen or sixteen I suppose. Ask her. Here she is." She swished in with her long hair neatly combed, dressed in a simple gown of gray wool with a deep curve across her pale bosom which displayed the valley between her high breasts. "We were talking about you," said her father. "This fool would like to marry you." He laughed. She looked at me, licked her lips and said, "Really?" "To court you, Miss. So that you might get to know me." I bowed. "And I you, of course." "I know you are brave and strong. But you are hardly my idea of a handsome knight, my girlish dream. You look the part of a ruffian I fear, a potter perhaps or smithy. Come dine with us and I will judge your table manners and ability to converse. I can grant that, at least." She gave me a small smile. "I already have many suitors, a legion of them." So I sat beside her at the meal, admiring her nearly bared chest, and trying to keep up my end of the chatter and ignore the aroused state of my male member. When we were done, she took me aside. "Now I have another test or two before I agree to be courted. Come." She led me up to a spacious bedroom with windows that looked out over a lake and introduced me to her handmaids, two sturdy young women who curtsied gracefully. 'This is Jean and that is Jan," she said. "My maids and confidants. I would like to watch you, ah what word should I use, yes, copulate, make physical love to them and then have them tell me whether or not you are worth considering." She gave me a brief smile. "I need a vigorous lover." "And you intend to watch?" She grinned and nodded. "A stern test indeed." I turned to the maids and asked which would be first. The one called Jan wriggled out of her gown, shed her shoes and hopped up on the high bed in her lacy chemise. I sat, pulled off my jerkin and boots and then my tight britches and followed, bare as the day I was born and reasonably aroused, long and hard and curved a bit upward, my weapon ready for the test. I heard a gasp as my thick root became more excited but ignored it and grasped and kissed the girl offered to me. "Has she done this before?" I whispered after we kissed. She shook her head and kissed me back. I was gentle and thorough in arousing her, and she was soon wet and warm in her private folds so I mounted and eased my stiff cock into her tight valley. She arched and gasped as it penetrated slowly until I was fully engaged, my ball sack buried in her, and she was thoroughly engorged, whimpering and squeezing her eyes closed. My stalk is, I must admit, longer, wider and harder than most, so I had been told on several occasions. I had enjoyed several amorous complaints although I fear I brag when I say it. I started slowly with long, steady stokes, aware that the luscious girl was watching. Soon she was matching my movements with hip surges of her own and then she squealed and climaxed, beating on the covers with her fists, liquefying within. I rolled off and lay on my back with my rod standing proudly, straight up and dripping, a tower of blood-hot flesh, its sloping head almost purple. The other maid, still fully clothed, her corset unlaced, swung a leg over my loins and mounted, wiggled me into her, leaned forward and rode me hard, bringing her heavy dugs to my mouth, bouncing until she was satisfied and flopping down on my body, sobbing. Still aroused and proud of my cock which still stood high before me after I managed to free myself, its head nearly at my navel, I found my clothes and sat to dress. The fair girl was quickly beside me and took my manhood in her small hand. She could not get her fingers all the way about it. "You didn't spurt, did you?" I smiled and shook my head, pulling my jacket on. "That isn't fair," she said, holding back her fine hair and bending to suck my cock head and knead my stones. I was shocked as well as pleased. One of her maids came and knelt between my legs. The girl sat up and the maid all but swallowed my prick, bobbing up and down until I trembled and ejaculated in her mouth, holding her head to my groin. The girl beside me moaned in her throat. The maid sat back on her haunches, smiling and licking her lips. "He will do, miss, you can trust me on that." Beatrice smiled, thanked and dismissed her maids and came to sit on my lap after I had dressed and put my well-satisfied member away. We kissed and I fondled her breasts and patted her lean thigh. "Legions of suitors?" I asked arching an eyebrow. "A battalion, an army if you will" she answered, kissing me open mouthed and stiff tongued. When my lips were free, I asked, "And may I join your company?" "In the lowest rank, I fear, a mere novice who must wait his turn." She kissed me again. "When shall we wed?" I asked her. "This evening, I think, if the minister can be found." "A long wait," I said, getting to my feet with her in my arms. I carried her to her bed and rolled in beside her, still bootless. She pushed me away, laughing. "No, no, you must wait, sir. I am a true virgin and will not be boarded or trifled with. Go your way and take that ugly thing with you." "Oh my," I said mournfully, my cods in my hand, "you have hurt its feelings. It droops. Look at it." "I cannot," she said, turning her back to me. "It's much too ugly. I tossed her dress up and eased my rod between her thighs. "Ah, see, it wants you, wants to be loved, to be petted." She palmed its head. "Really, William M'Gregor, you must wait. Just a few hours if my father will permit, and I think he will be happy to have me gone." And, as the stories go, they lived happily ever after. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 77