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(Fm, v, medieval) *** My father sent me out to collect the overdue rent from one of his most senior tenants with the warning that I might have trouble. He was right. The huge dullards at the gate refused to let me in so I snatched my dirk from my boot and dispatched both of them on the spot, one in the chest, three quick thrusts, and the other with a slash across his throat. Then I backed off to the tree line and strung my bow, my right arm dripping with their blood. Two more in the same mustard-yellow tunics came out and examined the bodies. I stood, smiled, then loosed my first arrow and nocked the second before it hit. Quickly four dead bodies were piled at the foul lord's gate. I promised myself to thank my father for the warning as I pulled free my arrows and wiped my arm on a dead man's clothes. I went right to the wide portal and into the sprawling manse. In the great room I found the man himself along with two young women at a late afternoon meal. My father had told me that he had married another wife, his third. He did not say she was rather plump and very pretty or that he had a nubile daughter from his first bride. I felt myself becoming aroused by the beauty of the pair in their casually draped clothing. The short fight had also been exciting in its way. My cock was hard. I approached the table, bowed and smiled at the women, introduced myself and told him that I had come for the rent, the rent for three years, long overdue. My father's patience, I said, was at its end. He laughed and called for his guards. I stood my ground and suppressed a smile, feeling my cods throb. "How many do you have?" I asked blandly. He did not respond. "Is it four? You'll find their bodies at your gate." "What!" he screamed, jumping to his feet and drawing his huge, gaudy and unwieldy sword. The women gasped and tried to get out of the way. The younger one was as fair as any girl I'd ever seen and the new wife was also a ripe beauty. My cock surged as my unsheathed my trusty blade, jumped up on the table, parried his wild swings and then plunged my sword almost straight down through him, from chest to buttocks. It protruded from the small of his back. I kicked him off, jumped down in front of him and skewered him again, upward in his chest, shoving my sword in to the ornate hilt, pinning him back to his chair. "Fool," I said to his shocked face as I pulled it out and let him fall. Thoroughly aroused by the brief fight, I turned to the wife after wiping my steel on the dead man's shoulder. "Madam?" I asked politely, "do you know where he keeps his fortune, his gold? I may have to burn this place down to find it." She gulped, looked away from the corpse and nodded. "Please don't hurt her. She's so young and a virgin too." "Really? A treasure then surely. My grandsire dotes on them, thinks they give him good health. I will take her to him. He tries to have at least one every year. And you lady, can you come and serve both my father and me? We are both in need of female comfort." It was a lie but she was an over-ripe lovely. She nodded and licked her lips as my codpiece swelled. Of course my father had a half-dozen willing lasses at his call, and I had all the household pussy I could ever want. "Perhaps, m'lord," she said, looking away from the crumpled corpse of her late lord and master, "you would like a sample of my talents. I do know where he stores his gold, but, but I am yours, yours to use completely. Here and now if you wish." "May the girl watch and learn?" I asked as I quickly unlaced my pouch and freed my swelling manhood. Fights as well as loving excited me this way and my raging horn was eager to be quenched, aching for friction. The girl screamed as it unfolded and sprang out to rise and stiffen, looking as long and wide as her forearm. The head was dark and slope-sided, a spear point, the shaft ridged and vein covered. My cods knotted at my ram's base, globular and hard. I turned the lovely woman about and tossed her light frock up on her back. Her ass was firm and full, a rounded beauty. I patted it and explored her slit and tight-clenched holes. She spread her feet and leaned forward to present her fat-lipped clam for my use. I stroked her labia a few times and lubricated my rigid woman pleaser. She gasped and trembled as I set its rounded head at her pink portal, a glans the size and color of a plum. "Be gentle, please be gentle," she sobbed. Her nether lips parted and I was in, in to the hard ridge at least, well begun. I reached out my hand the girl took it. I pulled her closer, smiled and said, "Watch as I make this rod disappear." Her gown fell open to display her pale, round boobs with their cherry tips. I thrust my hips forward and sank the whole thick prod into the woman. She screamed and kicked, arching her back, and I pressed right to the scrotum and twisted her hips, setting my tool firmly and ready for work. I pulled back quickly and thrust again, my free hand on the girl's bottom to hold her close, her lips at my cheek and my other hand on my willing woman's wide hip. "Your turn, pretty one," I told her after pulling her closer and kissing her gently, "Your turn will come. Now I must get to work." I held the hefty woman with both hands, one at her waist and the other tangled in her hair to arch her back, and began ramming her hard and deep, smacking us together until she screamed and writhed beneath me, beating on the table with her fists as I enjoyed myself and emptied my swollen cods in her rippling depth, surge after surge until my rich cream oozed from her. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing, and my long spear popped free. "Come, pretty one," I said to the girl, extending my hand, "come and suck this weapon clean. It is a task you must learn, a service for my grandsire you must enjoy." She went to her knees, looking up at me with wide, blue eyes and grasped my shaft and licked its head. "Try to swallow it. Be careful with your teeth." She sucked and licked, never looking away from my face, and I felt my lust rising. "Here is your reward," I told her as I buried my hands in her golden curls and ejaculated once more. She swallowed and stood to be cuddled in my arms, purring. I was tempted to take her there and then, but I knew my grandfather adored virgins and would reward me handsomely. The old man speared then in a high- armed chair and then bent to suck their blood before using them again and yet again if he could. I had seen him ravage a youngster four times in rapid succession, and he was well into his seventies. I was led to the storeroom, saw that we could haul it all away on three horses, and we set to work. In less than a hour, the women were packed and we were on our way as the sun began to set. "Shall I burn this?" I asked the woman as we stood at the manse's wide portal. "Yes, yes!" she cried. "He does not deserve to be decently buried. Burn it." By the time we reached the road, the place was a roaring mass of flames. We spent that night in a handsome inn, all three of us in the same, soft bed. My memory of those pleasant hours is clouded I fear, but it was, I am sure, enjoyable. I do remember the lovely girl kneading my balls while I enjoyed her step-mother. 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