By Sir Kyle - April 2, 2006
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This humorous tale begins in 1300. Our hero, 20 year old Lance Licksalot, is called from his home in Northhumberland to attend a meeting of King Edward's Round table.
Lance was trained specifically, from an early age, to replace his father, Lord Lawrence Licksalot, as a member of King Edward's Round Table. Lance was quite handsome, tall, just over six feet in height, muscular, with bright blue eyes and flowing blonde locks. His long fingers helped him master the use of a long sword, well enough that he could match his trainer stroke for stroke by the age of twelve.
Upon his arrival at King Edward's court in London, Lance learns that his father has been killed while dealing with a conflict in the Scottish Highlands. As Lawrence's only son and heir, he has first right to his father's seat at the Round Table.
King Edward took the young man aside and gave him the details of his father's death. It turns out that Lawrence Licksalot was murdered by several thugs that worked for a Scotsman named Lord Walter MacDonald.
King Edward hesitated a bit before telling Lance that his father was a known womanizer and the attack might well have been retaliation since Walter suspected that Lawrence was enjoying the tastes of Walter's beautiful, redheaded, English wife, Diane.
After spending a few weeks testing his martial abilities with the other knights, everybody knew that Lance was special; quick, agile and intelligent. Several of the ladies at court already had their eyes on our hero, but he wasn't interested, he wanted to revenge the death of his father.
Mounting his big black steed, Lightning, Lance was soon on his way north. He stopped at home to consol his grieving mother, then quietly slipped across the border at night into Scotland.
The MacDonald home was easy to find, a relatively large farm in the Scottish Highlands. He tied off Lightning and used a telescope from the surrounding woods to examine the place. The main house was quite large, the walls made of heavy stones, two stories high.
There were several out buildings, one where the hired help resided. Lance spent the remainder of the day in the nearby village where he rented a second floor room at the Balder Inn. A good looking wench named, Ellie, spent the first night frolicking in Lance's bed and enjoying his marvelous "weapon".
Lance satisfied her inner urges several times, along with his own, but he made good use of the time drawing information out of the willing wench.
He learned that it was two large ruffians that worked at the MacDonald farm that came in the village after his father. Ellie said they dragged him out of the Balder Inn and no doubt killed him and left him laying along side the public road.
Since he was English, the local magistrate wrote it off as an argument and just shipped Lawrence's body back to England with a note pinned to his chest, stating the English needed to quit sending these womanizers into Scotland to molest their women.
Ellie said that Diane MacDonald frequently came into the village to shop, so Lance bided his time and waited. He needed to know if the accusations were true.
Lance knew immediately it was Diane when she stepped down from the two wheeled carriage on her driver's arm. She was stunningly beautiful and Lance's heart was pounding and his loins responding just at the sight of her. If indeed his father was bedding this female, Lance knew why…..
He knew that Diane was in her early thirties, 10 to 15 years his elder, but she certainly took excellent care of herself. Lance followed her in the large shop that offered everything from clothing to food to general supplies.
It was easy to accidentally bump into her and initiate a little conversation. 20 minutes later they were sitting in a corner table at the inn, chatting. She was as much intrigued with Lance as he was with her. One little touch of his hand on her thigh and she told him that her husband was away for the week.
He feigned ignorance of the location of the farm, actually asking a few questions as she described the route and advised him to wait until the farm hands had made their way to their bunkhouse before he snuck in the back door to the main building.
Lance should have felt guilty, because his original plan was merely to see if his father had really seduced the wife of some poor Sottish farmer. Instead, he was infatuated, wanting her desperately.
She stopped his hand as it slid under her skirt and over her silk clad knee. "Later," she murmured, got up and slipped out of the inn. Lance never realized that Ellie had been watching angrily from the other side of the tavern.
Ellie was gone quickly, borrowed a horse from a poor stable boy with a promise of favors later that night, then rode out to the farm where she warned the two thugs that had killed Lance's father that Lance was on his way there that night.
Lance rode out a few hours later as the sun was setting. He checked out the worker's bunkhouse to confirm the smoke billowing out of the smoke stack and the windows flickering with light. Sure that the coast was clear, he slipped out of the woods behind the house and headed for the back door.
The two thugs stepped out of cover behind him and attacked viciously with heavy clubs. They hoped to get another bonus from their boss when they showed him their beaten up captive upon his return.
But they underestimated Lance's strength and talent. A knee to the groin dropped one of his attackers, and after a violent battle with the other one he managed to gain control of the club and beat the man to death, revenge for killing his father.
He caught the second man who was trying to crawl away, extracted an admission from him that they had indeed killed an English knight several months ago, then beat him to death also.
He dragged both bodies off in the woods, then returned to the back door of the main house. Badly bruised, he managed to make his way inside, wondering if Diane had set this trap.
She was waiting anxiously inside wearing only a sexy night gown, certainly not dressed like somebody waiting to pay off those thugs. She helped him inside and closed the door quickly, asking what had happened.
Lance explained the attack, advising her that she'd never have to worry about those two ruffians again.
"But you're hurt and it's all my fault." she cried, "let me take a look at your injuries." She guided him into her bedroom and eased him down on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Just below his heart there was a bruise on his rib cage the size of the palm of her hand, visible in the flickering light of the single candle she had left to add romance to their planned sordid affair.
She reached out and touched the bruise gently with her finger tips. She meant only to examine it briefly, but she was reluctant to break contact with his warm skin.
It felt smooth, but his chest and stomach were dusted with light brown hair. She knew it was wrong, but her husband wasn't a pleasant man, and used her too quickly, merely deposited his seed and left her laying there totally unsatisfied.
She often lay there dreaming about more exciting men, like this one, and satisfying herself as she imaged a rogue taking her. It was no wonder she hadn't provided him with the son and heir he desired.
"They attacked me with clubs, Diane, he mumbled, "they intended to kill me. I had no choice but to fight back."
Her fingers traced their way down his ribs, finding more bruises, "I'll tell my husband they tried to apprehend a burglar, but were killed in the struggle driving him away."
Acting on impulse, she leaned across his lap and replaced her fingers with her lips, kissing each bruise as she licked his powerful body.
"I'll be okay. I just need a little rest. I'll be gone before sunrise as planned," Lance responded, "One of them hit my thigh. It hurts like hell."
She unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them down until she saw the huge bruise on his muscled thigh. She nuzzled her way down his hipbone and kissed the bruise there.
It was then that she saw his weapon rising in response. "Oh my god," giggling slightly, 'You're ….. huge!!"
"So they tell me," he grinned, but his voice turned into a guttural groan as she leaned closer and kissed his magnificent growing tool.
Lance took her red curled head in his hands and drew her up away from her planned task. He found her lips and kissed her hard and passionately on the mouth. He combed his fingers through her hair, holding it away from her head, then letting it fall loosely.
He spoke her name with a ragged sigh, "Diane." Their mutual passion was so explosive and so well matched, it was almost competitive.
He drew her up to straddle his lap as she tugged her nightgown up to her hips. He fitted himself between the notch in her thighs where she could feel his urgent erection rub over her private parts.
"It could be painful," she murmured.
"I'm already in pain," he whispered back then reclaimed her mouth and, if it was possible, kissed her more urgently than even before. They broke apart only long enough to tug the nightgown over her head and expose her cherry tipped breasts for his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around him, moaning in his ear as he fed on her breast. When she felt his tongue against her nipple, she thought she would dissolve with pleasure. Encouraged by her involuntary murmurs, he kissed it sweetly before sucking it into his mouth and pressing it against his palate with his tongue.
She lifted up, looking down between them where his single eye peeked up at her out of her gingery patch of red curls. Easing up on her knees, she took command, quivering to have him inside her. She moved until it found the mouth of her tunnel, then eased down on his impressive tool.
He was large and she was tight, but already wet. They both groaned in tandem as she took him inside her. Their movements were subtle and slow, but so intense they held their breath through most of it, gasping for air only when reminded they must.
Their kisses were a carnal joining of mouths. His hands grabbed her hips, guiding, pulling her tighter with each stroke.
Arching her back and reaching behind her, she ran her nails along his thighs then up where she could cup his testicles, caressing them. That was all he could stand and he found a breast in his mouth as he came and came and came.
She couldn't understand his whispered words around her nipple, but they were spoken in such a sexy undertone and with such desperation for a release so intense, they induced her own violent climax.
They lay there for what seemed an eternity, her pulsing around him, knowing he was enjoying it.
They bathed together, then returned to her bed totally naked where she examined him much closer. "You'really amazing, " she said as she brought him back to a full erection, "May I?", looking up imploringly.
He nodded yes, then lay back as she played with her new toy, kissing, blowing, teasing him until he erupted again, jettisoning his seed up on his belly and chest.
He left before dawn as promised and never returned, knowing it could never top that night. He'd satisfied his urge for revenge, and also knew that his father had also enjoyed that same wild, hungry redhead.
To be continued, closing the book, picking up my ale off the fireplace mantel and returning to my soft leather chair.
Chapter Two
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This humorous tale continues in 1300. Our hero, 20 year old Lance Licksalot, once again is called from his home in Northhumberland to attend a meeting of King Edward's Round table. …..
Upon his arrival at King Edward's court in London, Lance is hurried into the king's private study where Edward is waiting. He sends Lance off to Wales to learn anything he can about the plans of the Duke of Wales who's apparently gathering an army.
The trip on horseback was quite long and dangerous and Lance won't arrive there for over a month, but our hero will enjoy his first stop in Peterborough where a Lord Peter Worthy owns a nice small castle. It turned out that Lord Worthy was away for the day but would return late that night, but his wife, Lady Emily Worthy, remembered Lance quite well…..
It seems they had met at a masquerade ball in London several months ago and he not only removed her mask that night, he'd deftly removed her knickers and had his way with her. She welcomed him in and gave him the guest chambers on the second floor.
They dined together in the castle dining room, staring across the entire length of the long table as the servants pitter pattered around serving them. Discretion was a must, because we all know how the hired help can let things slip and Emily certainly didn't want her husband to know how "friendly" she was with their guest.
Emily drummed her fingers on the arm rest of her chair, stealthily sneaking glances every now and then at her guest, fascinated by the play of light cast by the candles on his features. He would give her a nice polite smile as they chatted about the weather and his long trip.
After dinner Emily took Lance to a theater in Peterborough to watch a play. Lord Worthy had his own semi-private box, one of several which surrounded the general audience below and gave a nice view of the actors on stage.
Lance was sprawled quite comfortably in the theatre seat beside her, his long legs stretched out comfortably. He sort of slouched in his seat, eyes trained on the stage below. Although Emily was a married woman, she did enjoy it when he showed up unannounced and they managed to get away from the castle and the servants like this.
Emily turned her attention back to the stage. Antonio, the star in this production, was sweating bullets as he hid behind a counter from a man named Bucho. She shifted in her seat, a combination of empathic tension and suspense and the fluttering low in her tummy brought on by the too-sexy Latino on stage.
She caught the amused look Lance gave her and returned it with a brief smile. Earlier, on the way to the theater, she had chattered on endlessly about how she always had a thing for good-looking Spanish men and a certain one in particular. Tall, dark, swarthy, built, a rich accent that went over you like honey. And sex appeal that reached out and caressed you even from the stage; Antonio was the epitome of her sexual fantasies.
Thinking back, Emily frowned. Perhaps she should not have waxed on so much about that to her guest. Lance seemed to enjoy her little fantasy, but she knew not to push things too far. She certainly wasn't complaining with what she had now, she thought with a secretive smile. His incredible hands and tongue had left her whimpering as he took her to her fantasy heaven back in London.
Emily mentally sighed as her eyes traveled the long length of him. Oh God. She shifted in her seat once again. This time, it had nothing to do with the sex symbol down on the stage.
She uncrossed, then re-crossed her legs. Her fingers absently fiddled with the edge of her skirt, playing a game of hide-and-seek with the black lace band topping her thigh high stockings. After a while, she became absorbed in the thrilling, steamy scenes below.
She inhaled softly but deeply when the actress ran her mouth down Anthony's body as she moved over him. Her heart began to thud heavily. It leaped to lodge in her throat when she felt a hand palming her left thigh, squeezing it. Her eyes widened but she didn't look down. Heat unfurled from that point, muscles clenched.
His exploring fingers walked up her thigh, leaving goose bumps and quivering flesh in its wake. Unsure of what she would do if it went on for a moment longer, Emily captured his fingers. But her relief was short-lived.
He twisted his hand until her much smaller one was engulfed in his. She gave a token protest and pulled back, trying to free her hand. He ignored her half-hearted tugs. Instead, he flattened her palm on his hard thigh. Emily's fingers instinctively curled, digging into the muscles. She drew her lower lip between her teeth and bit back a moan. Her lashes drifted down.
Jesus! Anticipation coursed through her, agitating her, making her nerve endings sizzle. How the hell was she to make it through the rest of the play?
Apparently, Lance had the same thought for he leaned over a moment later, and whispered into her ear, "Now."
Her head swung to him and her eyes widened dramatically when she saw that he was deadly serious. "Now?"
His smile was slow in coming and just wicked enough to send her body temperature up another few degrees. "Now, Emily."
And his hand guided hers down to his erection, rubbing her suddenly highly sensitive palm back and forth over the mound in his trousers. Emily bit back a low moan. She could already feel herself getting wet. Christ.
Lance, knowing she would want to take over, released her hand. She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Even in the darkened theatre, she saw his eyes darken with lust and she felt him harden even more beneath her hand. She expertly and quickly unbuttoned his trousers one button at a time in the dark.
Emily could feel the heat emanating from his erection through the cloth of his undergarment and her fingers contracted around him. Lance gasped, but otherwise controlled himself admirably. She caressed him through the soft thin cloth, teasing him, thoroughly enjoying this thrillingly dangerous game he had instigated.
The possibility of getting caught sent adrenaline rushing through her, making her bolder than usual. She surreptitiously looked around the theatre. Her smile grew. It was pretty dark and they were more or less alone in their private box, but Lord knows when her husband might get home and decide to join her at the theater.
Lance had doubtless planned on this when she invited him to join her at the play, but probably not to the degree she planned on taking it.
Intent and aroused and experiencing a rush like no other, Emily freed his cock from its cloth confines and lowered her head, her hair falling like a waterfall around her head to curtain her from the other boxes..
Lance stiffened at the first touch of her lips on his engorged head. She flicked her tongue out and rimmed the broad head, and smiled in satisfaction when she felt his fingers plunge into her unbound hair. She licked up and down his shaft as she would a Popsicle. His erection grew and his fingers tightened in her hair, unknowingly pulling at it. She waited a moment for him to relax before she continued.
When the pressure pulling on her hair became comfortable again, Emily took the tip of him into her mouth. Lance stopped breathing. She sucked lightly and teased him with the pointed tip of her tongue before taking more of him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
She repeated this, sucking on his shaft before pulling up and then down again to take even more of him. All the while, she had managed to slip her fingers further inside his open pants to cradle his heavy testicles.
She played with them lightly and scraped her teeth erotically along his shaft, and he uncontrollably gave a small thrust into her mouth. His hands clenched once again, but Emily didn't care. She had always enjoyed taking a man in her mouth, and now with this added danger of being caught, she was loving it.
Emily relaxed her throat muscles and inhaled deeply through her nostrils. Then she lowered her head swiftly again, taking all of him down her throat.
He imprisoned her head between his hands, keeping her there, loving the incredible tightness of her throat, the incredible wetness of her mouth. He could feel the tingling sensation near the small of his back signaling his release. He allowed her to draw back slightly just before he came.
She somehow managed to capture all of the salty fluid, not leaving any trace behind of their elicit act.
When he was finished, she adjusted his clothing and buttoned him up again. Lance, breathing raggedly, caught the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his for a fierce kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, seeking out all the recesses, tracing all the ridges, licking all the slick surfaces.
He loved the taste of his semen in her mouth, and he loved the fact that she was willing to go down on him in such a public place. Christ, he was already aroused again at the thought of what he would do to her to repay her.
She could feel his smile against her lips and shivered in anticipation.
They adjusted their clothing before leaving the box to join the small crowd at the second floor bar during intermission. They could hear the noise of the riff raff below as Emily introduced her guest to some of the more important Peterborough elite.
She knew that her closest friend, Lady Bosworth, was curious when she saw Lord Licksalot attending the play instead of Emily's husband. She drew Emily aside and tried to ply more out of her, but Emily insisted Lance was just an acquaintance from London that was staying at their place on his route to Wales.
Lance returned with their wine and Emily formally introduced him. Lance carried the conversation brilliantly, saying he hoped that Lord Worthy would return before he had to continue his journey to Wales.
They took their wine with them and returned to their private box seats just as the play resumed. It didn't take Lance long to have his hand deep under Emily's dress, toying with her stocking top.
She tried hard to watch Anthony on the stage, but those roaming fingers kept edging their way up her inner thigh. The initial contact with her silk lace knickers made her quiver all over and her heart pound.
While apparently watching the play, he expertly dragged a finger nail up and down each lip of her vagina through the flimsy, silk fabric. She tried to keep her eyes riveted on the stage, but they kept closing as he deftly flicked her aroused thimble with that finger.
Lance intentionally laughed loudly at some humorous action in the play, using that noise to cover her gasp as he eased her knickers aside and inserted a finger.
Emily bit her tongue to suppress her moans as he found that spot and took her to the crest. Luckily, the audience all joined in the loud laughter just as she came hard around his relentless finger and thumb. She was sure she must have gasped out loud and he had that tell tale smile on his handsome face.
Her relentless pulsing finally subdued and she pulled his hand away. She was able to readjust her clothing before the play ended, but Lady Bosworth gave Emily a knowing, tell tale smile as they left the theater.
They arrived home to find a cheerful Lord Worthy waiting, so Emily knew their little tryst was over and she wouldn't be enjoying Lance's tool deep inside her that night.
During breakfast the following day, Lance and Peter chattered away regarding Lance's mission in Wales and Peter offered Lance good luck. Little did the poor man realize, Sir Licksalot had already gotten "lucky".
To be continued.
Chapter Three
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This humorous tale of a wild young night in 1300 continues. Our hero, 20 year old Lance Licksalot, has been petitioned by King Edward to go to Wales to learn anything he can about the plans of the Prince of Wales who's apparently gathering an army……
As he rode along he had that smile on his face that he always has after a conquest. The previous week he'd had the pleasure of spending an evening watching a play with Lady Emily Worthy, the wife of Lord Peter Worthy who owns that fancy castle in Peterborough.
Of course, although they played in the theater's private box, when they arrived back at the castle Lord Peter was there and they couldn't consummate the affair. It was shame, because he remembered how good she had been in London after that masquerade ball months ago, all naked and sprawled under him in her bed.
But Lance had to move on the next day. Wales was still weeks away and King Edward wanted that report post haste. His final destination was Brecknock in Carmarthen, Wales, but that would require stops in Reading, Marlborough, Gloucester, and Hereford along the way.
He reached Reading several days later, after a long tedious ride. He turned his steed over to a stable boy to brush down and feed, then made his way to the Reading Tavern. As soon as he sat down at an empty table, one of the tavern wenches hurried over. Her named was Rhoda and she chattered away, reading him the menu……
Lance selected the roast pig that Rhoda said was the special of the day. He took her hand and asked what it might take to make her the special of the evening. She blushed, but leaned down enough to give him a peek down her frilly blouse as she told him which room she slept in upstairs.
The bad boys, the eternal temptation that draws the moths to the flame every time.
Such a clever man, getting a room for the night for free and hopefully the fuck he'd missed in Peterborough when Lord Peter had arrived home too soon.
The meal was delicious and he stayed put to watch the local riff raff get drunk, while limiting himself to two tankards of ale. He wanted to be alert when he finally accompanied Rhoda up to her quarters.
Rhoda was enthralled with this handsome knight that she was sure would satisfy her need for a man. Someone that wouldn't be too drunk to complete the task. She led the way upstairs, knowing Lance was watching her thighs in the process. Once they were inside her room, they shared their initial kiss.
Lance sat on the edge of her bed watching the delightful wench as she slowly removed the flowery braid from her hair, kicked off her sandals, and finally removed her dress. Wearing only her knickers, she then set about removing Lance's clothing.
She straddled each leg as she tugged off his riding boots and he used that moment to cup her full naked breasts. He could feel her nipple harden in the palm of each hand. Yes, this was a female well trained in the arts of pleasing a man.
Instead of the seduction he often used to bed his prizes, Lance enjoyed letting Rhoda seduce him.
Once she had him naked, she was quickly on her knees, playing with the nice weapon he sported between his thighs. Her mouth was warm and it took every effort on his part to restrain himself as she played.
He finally beckoned her to stand before him where he could slip her knickers off and tease her with his capable fingers. When she was wet, he drew her up over his lap on the bed, where she straddled him and slipped down over her new toy.
She came almost instantly, so he rolled her over on her back and fucked her until she came for a second time, thrashing around on the bed in shear pleasure. That was all he could stand and he deposited his seed in her still pulsing pussy.
They spent the night cuddled up with her spooning in his lap, which of course led to their second coupling.
He was still asleep in the morning when she returned to serve him breakfast in bed. A delightful stay in Reading. It was hard to leave but he did promise her he'd stop there again upon his return to London.
His horse was saddled and ready when he finally kissed Rhoda goodbye and was on his way west towards Marlborough. It was a shorter ride and still daylight when Lance arrived. The town was bustling with activity and he had to carefully avoid the many carriages in the streets before leaving his horse at the stable for the night.
Lance asked the stable boy what was going on and the lad informed him that Lord Bayfield was marrying the young daughter of his friend, Lord Denton. Lance made his way to the Green Dragon Inn and managed to get the last room available. He asked a few questions and learned that the 18 year old Lady Diane Denton was about to marry the 66 year old Lord Bayfield.
After a light meal at the inn, Lance took a walk around town. It was purely an accident that he saw her as he passed a dress shoppe. There through the window he saw the beautiful young woman in a back room trying on her wedding dress for the final fitting. ……
He entered the shoppe and pretended to be looking for a dress to take home to a lady friend. Sure enough Lady Diane stepped out, now wearing a little chemise like dress, and they "accidentally" bumped into each other.
Lance apologized profusely, and introduced himself as a knight of King Edwards' Round Table. Diane was impressed, and agreed to share a cup of tea with Lance at the Marlborough Inn.
She drew the hood of her cloak up over her head so they wouldn't draw too much attention since she knew it wasn't wise to be seen alone with a handsome young knight one week before her wedding.
There in a remote corner of the bustling Inn, Lance began the seduction. He claimed he was carrying home an emerald ring, a gift for his supposed fiancé. Actually, it was a ring he'd seen and pocketed at the Worthy residence just the previous week.
As they sipped their tea, he distracted her by pointing out some activity across the huge room just long enough to drop a pink pill in her tea, a slow working aphrodisiac that he carried for just this kind of opportunity.
He deftly moved the conversation away from her upcoming marriage and garnered her interest in the ring. She asked to see it and he said it was upstairs in a pouch in his room. The poor girl had no idea what devious thoughts lurked in Lance's mind. Once again, the eternal temptation that a rogue like Lance offers, sensuous sex that's often mistaken for love.
She kept the hood up as he walked her up the back stairs and down the hall to his room. Once they were inside he locked the door and suggested she remove her cloak and have a seat on the bed while he fetched the ring for her inspection.
When he returned with the dazzling emerald ring in hand, he casually sat down beside her. It seemed innocent enough since there were no chairs in the small room.
Diane was delighted with the ring and, of course, the attention of the handsome young knight that was also supposedly planning marriage upon his return.
The aphrodisiac was beginning to work as Lance slipped the ring on her finger. A perfect fit and she bubbled with laughter. He reached over, using his fingers under her chin, to lift and turn her face from the ring. He stared into her pretty blue eyes…… and gently kissed her.
The kiss came warm and hungry, tinged with the desire he had for her body. She drank it in, then realized what they were doing and what it might lead to, so she broke the kiss.
"M'Lord, " she mumbled, "what are we doing?" But he simply smiled and said, "It's your last chance to be with a real man, Diane. You'll spend the next ten or twenty years with that old man of your father's choice. By that time you will also be old and wishing for the rest of your days that you'd at least had this opportunity."
Diane was now tingling all over from both the aphrodisiac and the natural reactions in her body to the attention of this delightfully handsome man. She knew it was wrong, but the sensations seeping through her body were so new and delicious she wanted just a little bit more of him.
"Nobody but you and I will ever know what transpires here in this room," he said as he drew her closer and kissed her again, this time with real passion. Her heart raced, her skin tingled and her whole being ached.
Their kisses grew hotter, harsher, more frantic and even bruising. She melted into his embrace and he soon had his hand up under her dress. She reached down to stop him, but it was too slow, too late.
His hand reached her silk panties and she just whimpered as he dragged a fingernail twixt her nether lips through the thin, soft material. His kisses moved from her mouth, down her neck, warm and intimate until he was licking that hollow at the base of her throat.
One tug at the ribbon at the top of her chemise and it opened, allowing him to draw it down over her shoulder, exposing one delightful young breast, her nipple hard and erect, begging to be kissed.
He laid her back on the bed and expertly played with her until she was panting. He nudged her wet panties aside and inserted his finger, drawing a gasp from deep in her throat. His thumb found her pearl, rolling it gently as his finger reached her hymen.
She heard the soft chuckle, but had no real idea what was happening. Her mind was racing, wondering if her father would realize she'd found the real love of her life.
She laid back and let him remover her knickers, lift her dress up, and move between her thighs with his weapon at the ready.
Lance Licksalot is definitely an expert at the seduction of women. He eased the head inside her drawing a soft moan from her lips, then gently pressed on her hymen, explaining what was about to happen.
He kissed her and she returned the kiss as he thrust, broke through and buried his cock deep in her waiting pussy. Her eyes flew open, surprised at the little sharp pain. Lance stayed very still. kissing her ear as he told her to just relax.
She mumbled a few barely understandable words as he let the pain subside. Then he started to move again, gently, slowly, until Diane was panting again. He took his time with her as her passion built.
"Ohhhhhhhh Godddddd," she cried out as her body turned rigid and she came all over his waiting tool. When he felt the familiar pulses, he completed his task, depositing his life creating seed at the mouth of her womb. They did the deed twice more that night, each time teaching her new little tricks.
The following morning Lance was up at dawn, leaving Diane there in his bed, sleeping all cuddled up with a smile on her face. He knew it would be best if he was out of town when she finally awoke, realized she'd been duped, and returned home to face her father
Would she tell him what happened or keep the secret and proceed with the marriage? Lance might never know, but he had to smile as he imagined the shocked look on old Lord Bayfield's face if she decided to show him the tricks she'd just learned. Who knows, Lance might have just given Lord Bayfield the heir he so badly desired.
It was on to Gloucester, his next stop on the road to Wales.
((Think of it this way, ladies. She certainly enjoyed the sex, something that Lance offered her before she married that frail old man and never knew what great sex was like. Maybe that's why she'll venture outside her vowels when the next bad boy comes a knockin'))
To be continued.
Chapter Four
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This humorous tale of a wild young Knight in 1300 continues. ……
Our hero, 20 year old Lance Licksalot, has been petitioned by King Edward to go to Wales to learn anything he can about the plans of the Prince of Wales who's apparently gathering an army……
Lance decided he'd better hurry through Gloucester and Hereford because he wasn't sure if Lady Diane Denton might have told her father, Lord Denton, that Lance had seduced her and possibly left her with child. Hopefully, she'd been embarrassed and kept her cute little mouth shut.
Riding non-stop he eventually crossed the border into Wales where he made his way to Brecknock in Carmarthen. Upon arrival he learned that the Prince of Wales had died and was replaced by his elder son, Prince Andrew of Wales…….
Prince Andrew was married to Princess Gabriella of Wales, information that might just prove of value to Lance……
The first thing Lance needed though was a way into the castle without identifying himself. If Prince Andrew knew who Lance was, he might never get the information he sorely needed.
He spent several days in the local taverns looking for what he required. Sure enough his efforts soon paid off. At the Dawn of the Day tavern he learned that Princess Gabriella's lady in waiting, Daniella, often stopped there when she was in the village…..
Lance obtained a room above the tavern and spent hours downstairs sipping ale as he waited. It was on the second day that Daniella stopped by. She turned out to be a beauty, long blonde hair with curls that hung over a low cut bodice that barely covered two lovely breasts.
When she approached the bar and requested a glass of wine, Lance smiled in her direction and told the bartender to take her wine out of his change laying on the bar. She started to object but when she turned to look at the man offering the drink she saw those daring blue eyes and hesitated.
"Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Lance. Just in town for a few days and I really need somebody to show me around."
Her laughter bubbled out like water in a flowing creek, "You have got to be kidding, do you have any idea who I am?'
"Nope, which is why I offered to buy you a drink and find out," he responded.
Daniella looked around the tavern, finding it almost empty. He was one of the best looking men she'd ever laid eyes on. What was the harm in chatting with him a bit. "I'm Daniella, Dani for short. I'm the Princess of Wales' lady in waiting and I probably shouldn't be seen talking with a rogue like you."
Lance picked up their drinks and escorted her to an empty booth in one of the darker and more private corners of the tavern. "Here, have a seat Dani, I doubt if anyone will notice us here."
She slid in the booth across from him and spent the next hour listening as Lance spewed off some fabricated tales of adventure. As her attention grew, he tossed in a few romantic adventures and got the reaction he hoped for from the start. Interest!
She didn't have any more time at the moment since she was due back with Princess Gabriella. She knew she was probably dealing with the devil in disguise, but against her better judgment, she told Lance she would be free the following day to give him a tour of the area. Possibly a ride through the surrounding forest. He, of course agreed.
Dani convinced herself that having a nice picnic wouldn't get out of control. She had the castle cook prepare a nice picnic lunch. She selected a bottle of wine and found a nice blanket she could pack in a saddle bag that she could take with her on one of the stable mares she often rode.
Dani rode sidesaddle just like the other ladies and she chose her finest riding boots and a soft summer dress that showed off her cleavage. She smiled to herself as she took the short ride to the village to meet the daring young knight.
The sun was out when they left the inn, her on her mare and Lance on his war horse. The picnic lunch was on the opposite side of where her legs dangled in twin stirrups as she rode side saddle.
It took some effort for Lance not to stare at her legs in her attractive riding boots. Dani led them into the forest where they rode for over twenty minutes, the last several minutes along side a bubbling creek. The next sound he heard was the trickling of a water fall which poured down into a small pond that fed the creek.
They reigned in their horses tethered them off together under a large old oak tree, then spread out the blanket Dani brought in the saddle bags over the soft grass near the pond.
The picnic meal was simple, small precooked quail legs where you just tear the delectable flesh off the bone with your teeth, cubes of cheddar cheese, baked bread that they tore off in chunks and a bottle of a deep red wine.
They were watching each other eat, which for some reason made the hunger grow in both of their loins. Lance knew why she'd brought him out to this remote sight, not just to see the wonderful waterfall and the pond, but to have him alone and all to herself.
After completing the meal, she removed her boots, took his hand, and led him to the pond. He removed his boots, knowing she intended to wade in the cool water.
The first kiss came warm and hungry, deep with the need he acknowledged. Dani drank it in, licked at his tongue when it pushed between her lips, and held so tightly around his neck that she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She wanted him, needed him and gave herself up to his talented efforts now that they were finally alone.
His hands dropped to her rear, tugging her close against him so that stone-hard column between his legs pressed into the soft juncture of her thighs through their light clothing, just where she longed for it most.
If there was any shred of resistance remaining inside her, any chance she was going to stop…. that killed it. A sensation so delicious and powerful that she thought in that moment she would have died for it.
Their kisses grew hotter, harsher, more frantic and bruising. She clawed deeper into his flesh, feeling him wince at the pleasure of just how intensely her own hunger ran.
His fingers sank deeper into her butt though her summer dress as he thrust at her through her clothing. They both moaned as his kisses trickled warm and intimate to her neck and she leaned her head back. His mouth dropped to the low cut top of her summer dress, descending onto the curve of one breast.
She arched for him, inviting him on, and his teeth and tongue and lips worked over the soft flesh as she held his head down there, running her fingers through his long blond hair until he could go no further.
Clearly too impatient to try and remove her top, he simply toyed with her breasts through the fabric, caressing them roughly as he lifted his head back to hers for another hungry tongue kiss.
They were both panting hard in slow jagged breaths as he lifted her and carried her out of the pond and back to the blanket where he laid her down, her legs spread wide as she invited him down.
Dani desperately wanted to feel that large, long stiff column rubbed against her, dry fucking her again.
"Ohhhh" was her simple whimper as she drew him closer for another heated kiss. His hands found her face, then her long hair. His mouth found hers and their tongues played intimately together as she rolled her hips up to match his thrusting hard-on.
When Lance pulled back, she wanted to kill him, "Don't stop NOW??"
But she forgave him quickly as his hands slid up under her skirt, his fingers closing on the hem of her panties.
"Lift up," he said in a low guttural voice, and she braced herself up on her hands until he drew the silk knickers down.
She reached to push his shirt up, let him know she wanted it off, so he ripped it over his head and flung it aside. The only sound as he moved back in was their labored breathing, and all she saw was masculine flesh and eyes that looked as if they might devour her.
Gazes locked, she reached between them to try and help, but Lance already had his trousers unlaced and down, so her hand found his manhood and closed instantly around him, flesh to hot flesh. They both groaned as his hands slid under her now naked bottom drawing them closer together under her skirt.
Oh God, she thought, I'm really touching him there. That triggered more intense heat between her thighs, her chest ached and a moan tore from her throat. Nothing else in the world mattered but getting more of this handsome man.
Begrudgingly releasing him below, she moved her hands back up to his waiting shoulders and tilted her pelvis up for him. She bit her lower lip as his erection nudged at her most intimate place, then ever so gently opened her nether lips and slipped inside her. Nothing but pure deep pleasure as he filled her.
She held on to him tight, shutting her eyes against the profound emotions that raced through her body, realizing she was letting this stranger take her with no protection, no lambskin like her male castle friend used at all times.
But then he began to move, thrusting inside her, long magnificent strokes, filling her in depths never before reached. Pure bliss.
She moved with him, finding the right rhythm, looking up at his wild feral eyes, seeing his clenched teeth, feeling all the power emanating from his body and flowing fast and hard into hers.
Lance was at his usual best, varying the angle and depth of each thrust as she gyrated under him, quite aware of the growing pleasure at her very core, aware that everything inside her was moving in just the right way and that she was getting close, so close.
She rocked with more abandon, moaning louder in pure, raw pleasure as she sought the orgasm she already knew would be the best of her life. He moved with her, thrusting in the tempo she set, letting her guide them.
Then she kissed him hard on the mouth, tongue, lips and passion overflowing, breaking the connection of their mouths only to cry out her release as she toppled headlong into the deepest, surest ecstasy she'd ever experienced. It was like the sun had shattered and rained shimmering bits of light and heat all around her. It was like exploding from the inside out. She suddenly knew what people meant when they said the earth moved.
"God…… ohhhh myyyy God," she breathed, her whole body trembling as the hot pulses began to fade. She clung to him, her face against his neck kissing little kisses.
"Unhhh, " he groaned, the sound bursting forth as if involuntarily as she felt him enjoy her pulses and then begin to move again.
"What?" she whispered.
"Oh God," he murmured, as he began thrusting harder and faster. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, so she locked her ankles behind his back to let him know she was ready for more.
He pounded her that way until letting out another ferocious moan, one last deeper than deep thrust, and exploded inside her. She could feel the sudden heat and to her surprise, she came again, this time not as sudden, but the pulsing seemed endless, delightful as he deposited his life creating seed in her belly.
They lay there panting, kissing, for what seemed like forever before his decreasing member slipped free.
"My God, Lance….. that was incredible" she mumbled, "I certainly had never planned for our picnic to end like this."
"You're one very amazing woman, Dani," he responded. She indeed was one of the best pieces of tail he'd experienced in his illustrious career, but he needed to keep his mind geared to the task at hand.
Lance reminded himself that he was on a mission as they both found their discarded clothing. This woman was close to the Prince and Princess of Wales and if he played his cards right, she could possibly provide him with the information he needed.
To be continued.
Chapter Five
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This humorous tale of a wild young Knight in 1300 continues. ……
Our hero, 20 year old Lance Licksalot, has been petitioned by King Edward to go to Wales to learn anything he can about the plans of the Prince of Wales who's apparently gathering an army……
This chapter begins after Lance's delightful seduction and conquest of Daniella during the picnic in the forests north of Brecknock in Carmarthen, Wales …..
Daniella, who now Lance refers to as Dani, is the lady in waiting and close confidant of Princess Gabriella of Wales, information that might just prove of value to Lance.
Lance needed to quietly determine what the intentions are of the new Prince Andrew of Wales……
As they rode their horses back to the village of Brecknock, Lance used that time to ask questions. "Where is Prince Andrew at the moment, Dani?"
"Andrew is off recruiting more soldiers to increase the size of the army," Dani responded as she rode side saddle on her mare along side the huge warhorse under Lance's tall frame. "As I understand it, the army had depleted severely as his father grew ill and paid little attention."
She couldn't help but keep remembering their fantastic sex at the picnic, her initial experience of multiple orgasms like that, one that left her heart aflutter. "Would you like to visit the castle and meet my mistress, Princes Gabriella?"
Lance had to smile, "Yes, that might be nice. Are you sure an English knight would be welcomed there?"
Daniella wanted desperately to show off her new friend to Gabriella and knights were always welcomed at the castle. "I'm sure the Princess would love to meet you. I'll set up a dinner together this week while prince Andrew is away."
Lance couldn't help but smile, knowing things were working out even faster and better than expected. This might just let him eventually bump into Prince Andrew in the most casual way.
Will Andrew be a friend like his father, or a foe? Those were King Edward's prime concerns after hearing rumors of a suddenly growing army in Wales. If Andrew was merely refurbishing his army in support of King Edward, all was well.
Since Dani had the whole day off, they enjoyed dinner together at the Dawn of the Day tavern, but his plans of another nice roll in the hay upstairs ended when she said the princess was expecting her back that night to assist in Gabriella's bath.
Of course they shared a few kisses and gropes at the stable while the lad re-saddled Dani's mare. The thought of Dani washing Gabriella in a tub lingered in Lance's mind that night which led to dreams and awakening with a nice stiff erection. He knew he needed more of her, possibly in the castle if he was invited to spend the night.
The following day, Dani returned to advise Lance that he was indeed invited to the castle for an extended visit and a private dinner with Princess Gabriella and Daniella.
After enjoying a pleasant lunch with Dani, Lance quickly packed his gear and accompanied her back to the castle where the stable lads took care of the horses. She gave him a quick tour of the castle, showed him to his west wing chambers and finally left him to bathe and dress for dinner.
A servant knocked on Lance's chamber doors an hour later and escorted him down to a small private dining room on the opposite side of the kitchen from the main dining room Dani had showed him earlier. Dani was waiting there looking as beautiful as ever in another low cut gown….…..
They sat on opposite sides of the table as the pretty servant lass poured them glasses of the local red wine. At the much smaller table they were able to touch their boots under there, a clear message that Dani would make her way to Lance's chambers that night.
A butler stepped in and announced the arrival of the princess and both Lance and Dani rose. Lance had seen many beautiful women in his short wild career, but even he was stunned when Princess Gabriella entered the room wearing an exquisite orange gown trimmed in gold…….
Lance took her hand, gracefully bowing slightly from the waist to kiss the back of her wrist, "Tis a pleasure your majesty."
The princess smiled at Lance, realizing instantly that indeed Dani was correct, this was truly a magnificent male specimen. She gracefully took her seat at the head of the table as Lance held the chair for her, "I thought this room would be better since there are only three of us."
Lance took his seat while the servant poured everybody more wine. The first serving was a salad covered with small mushrooms, goat cheese, and a tangy dressing that Lance had never tasted before.
Then a second servant arrived with a large platter filled with sliced roasted venison and some type of white fish. The ladies took just a small portion of each, so Lance did likewise, not wanting to look like an uneducated buffoon. The princess smiled, simply saying that a man his size qualified for seconds.
Dani tried not to laugh, covering her mouth with a napkin to mask her smile as she imagined the size of Lance's marvelous weapon currently tucked in those tight trousers.
Gabriella asked what part of England Lance came from which led to a long, imaginative response from our hero. He told of daring jousts in the royal lists and hunting for wild boar in the English forests, but never once mentioning his position on King Edward's Knights of the Round Table.
"Then you must demonstrate your abilities in the upcoming tournament, " Gabriella suggested with a grin, "I'll even insist that you carry my favors on your lance."
Dani tried to mask her disappointment, since it was her scarf she wanted Lance carrying in the jousts. She did console herself by reminding herself that his "lance" would indeed be buried in her privates during his stay.
The servant took away the remains of the sumptuous main meal and returned with bowls of fruits as desserts. They were on their second bottle of wine and Lance could tell by their flushed faces that they were feeling the alcohol. He had managed to restrain himself, since he needed to remain in control and not embarrass himself before the princess.
It was the princess that called in several musicians after diner and asked Lance if he danced. He did and rose to take her hand. Poor Dani sat there watching as Lance drew Gabriella into his arms and circled the smooth wooden floor.
When Gabriella finally said she was a tad dizzy from the spinning about, she excused herself and left. Dani took Lance's hand and escorted him to his west wing chambers herself, rather than assigning a servant that task.
There was little doubt in Lance's mind what she was planning. She told him to prepare for bed, but leave his door unlocked. She'd return when the clock struck midnight.
The chambers had been prepared, a small fire burning in the fireplace, an uncorked bottle of that strong local red wine and various fruits on the bed side table.
Lance stripped down, poured himself one more glass of the excellent wine, dowsed all the candles leaving the room quite dark, except for the small fire, and crawled in bed to wait.
He was half asleep when his door opened and a female quietly walked in, closed the door behind her, removed her robe, and walked across the fluttering light of the fireplace. He could see the shape of her body through the wispy night gown. Dani did have a great body and knew how to show it off.
He lifted the single sheet and beckoned her on board. Not a word was spoken in the darkness and she was soon beside him, a very light smell of lilac reached his expanded nostrils. He felt her hand slide down his naked body and grasp his rapidly growing tool. This was going to be delicious.
Lance kissed her mouth, then rolled her over on her back simply muttering, "Time for my real dessert."
She didn't object, uttering only a whimper as he worked his way down her body, kissing both nipples through the thin silky fabric.
"Lift up," he muttered as his hands slid down and raised the short nighty. She followed his instructions and her last remaining garment was soon up around her waist. She gasped when he kissed her mound and she felt his hot breath down there. Her hands left his shoulders and reached high above to grab the headboard.
She let out another moan as his tongue searched out her pearl that was already protruding from beneath it's protective hood. He tasted her, murmuring things like how delicious she tasted.
She shuddered, clenching her teeth as he took her rapidly to new heights. He knew she was close, but this time he wanted Dani to cum while he feasted, to eventually feel the true power of sex.
"Ohhhhh, myyyyy,, " she muttered, rolling her hips up as she spread her legs wider.
"Now!!" he commanded and slid a finger deep in her already tightening pussy. She moved even more urgently as his fingers, two now she thought, drove deeper, somehow finding that spot that only she thought knew existed.
"Ohhhhh Godddd…….yessssssssssssss," and she was coming all over his fingers. That wonderful feeling of pure bliss as she reached the crest and beyond.
He slipped away and was over her, mounting her while she was still pulsing. She moaned as he thrust deep, deeper, opening new depths.
Then it was Lance groaning out loud as he reached his climax. She could feel the sudden heat and came again as they thrashed around on the bed,
"Damn Dani, you're tight," he uttered as he looked down to kiss her. Suddenly there was enough light for him to really see her face!! It wasn't Daniella, it was Princess Gabriella staring up at him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lance," she barely muttered as she tried to catch her breath, "Andrew was my first and only and he never satisfied me. After listening to Dani I knew I had to have sex with a real man."
"The prince could never satisfy a beauty like you?"
"No," staring up at him, "I realize now he has a teeny, tiny, disappointing penis and it's over before I can even get started….. and…….. he never tried what you did first. God, you are simply fantastic. I so wish I could hire you to be my secret lover."
Lance cunningly smiled down at her, "I can stay for a while, compete in that tournament. I'm sure you can find excuses to spend more time with me."
"I'd love that…. and I'll pay you to stay even longer," she laughed, "I have access to my family's fortune too now."
Again he just smiled, "You don't need to pay me, but there is one thing you can do for me."
"What's that," she replied a tad confused.
"I need to know what your husband's plans are for the future. He's out there building an army, which indecently should give us lots of time alone together," he said as he kissed her again.
After returning several kisses, Gabriella agreed to help Lance for as long as he stayed.
It was at that moment that the clock finally struck midnight and Dani slipped into Lance's chambers to find Gabriella in bed with Lance. "On my God….. Gabriella…. what in God's name are you doing?"
The princess just smiled, "Can we just share him, Dani? I'm sure he won't mind, right Lance?"
Lance just smiled back, "It's certainly not a problem with me, if you two don't mind."
Daniella knew if she wanted to keep her job, she had little choice but to agree and maybe it would turn out to be fun. It did give her an even closer personal tie with the princess.
"Okay, but we need to plan things better. Lord knows the walls have ears in the castle. If this ever gets back to Prince Andrew, he'll kill us both," Dani responded.
Lance rose from the bed, totally naked with his manhood once again beginning to show signs of life. He locked the chamber doors then began removing Dani's robe to enjoy her in a similar flimsy night gown.
He learned quickly that Dani had indeed helped satisfy Gabriella's inner hungers while bathing her that were not being dissipated by the prince. The thought of a ménage a trios with these too was another gift from heaven.
They spent the next few hours teaching Gabriella several other sexual pleasures she'd been missing. Dani showed her how to wake up his lance with their mouths, something Lance enjoyed immensely.
The two women had to sneak out of the west wing before daybreak when the castle servants began their daily chores.
Lance did compete in the tournament, easily unseating several other knights to win first place, but they agreed it would be better if he used Daniella's scarf on his lance, especially with Prince Andrew back at the castle.
Gabriella did indeed pump Andrew regarding his plans for the future. During their next tryst, she informed Lance that Andrew had hopes of raising such a powerful army that he might be able to face the English and defeat King Edward and demand the same freedom for Wales that Robert the Bruce had won for Scotland.
Gabriella confided many things, "If Andrew gets killed in the process of his dreams, I'll be free to choose my own husband next time."
Lance merely nodded as if in agreement, but he knew deep down he wasn't interested in marrying anybody, not even if it carried a title like the Prince of Wales. He enjoyed his life as it was and after he'd had his fill of the two beauties, he'd be heading back to London to advise King Edward of the potential threat Prince Andrew was planning.
That way he would win both ways and continue his efforts as the King's roguish spy.
The End (for now)