Date: Thu, 7 May 2009 20:40:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Saracen, Chapter 4.

					The Saracen


	"To save yourself from the anticipation, why not bed your new bride as
soon as the ceremony is over?" Abdullah suggested.  "There will be adequate
time before the wedding dinner.  And if that doesn't work, there is always
tonight.  You may find you'll want to visit her bed again tonight anyway, just
to be sure.  And I'll have a very special gift for you when you return to our
bed."

	"What is it?" the Duke smiled.

	"After the ceremony, you'll find out."


					Chapter 4

	The Archbishop smiled beatifically down at the handsome couple before
him.  Dressed in white with gold and silver trim, Duke Hugues and his new
bride Constantia knelt before the churchman.  The Duke had requested a brief,
but dignified ceremony.  The Archbishop, knowing the Duke would reward him
generously if the Duke's wishes were met, had reduced the merging of the two
great ducal houses to a mere 15 minutes.  The Duke of Aosta and his party may
have been disappointed at the lack of pomp and ceremony, but the Duke of
Toulouse was not.  He beamed with pleasure.

	Standing and beckoning for his wife to join him, Hugues turned,
acknowledged the gathering, and practically galloped down the aisle and
through the tall brass doors to the church courtyard.  He and his bride
acknowledged the good wishes of his yeomen, freemen, and shopkeepers and their
families with a bow and a wave.  Lackeys from his household were handing out
silver coins struck for the occasion.  Loyalty can be bought, he knew.

	"I shall be in your chambers in ten minutes," the Duke bluntly said as
he left her outside her bedroom suite.

	Inside his own quarters, he sagged against the closed door and sighed.
Resolutely, he began pulling off his wedding clothes.  A light garment of silk
was laid out on his bed for him.  He stared at it as if it were a viper.  A
soft knock sounded at the door.  "Enter!" he sighed.

	Abdullah pushed the door open and smiled.  Closing the door again, he
said, "A quick and painless ceremony.  The tongues are wagging.  The Duke,
they say, is eager to bed his new wife."

	"Better that they don't know what a burden this is," Hugues sighed.
"The things I do for my image and Dukedom."

	"Just remember to think of me as you bed her," Abdullah reminded him as
he helped him out of his boots and wedding clothes.  "Your big dick sliding
into my black ass, eager to please, hungry to add more of your essence to my
deep, love tunnel."  He knelt before his lover and sucked the rising dick into
his warm mouth.  "You need to show how ready to you for your bride when you
get there," Abdullah smiled as he stood up again.

	"You have no idea how much I'd rather be with you than with her," Hugues
sighed again.  Abdullah helped arrange the thin silk robe around the Duke's
muscular body.  He squeezed Hugues' hard dick again and patted his hard ass.
"I need you," Hugues begged, wrapping his mighty arms about his black lover.

	"You'll have me, my love," Abdullah whispered, kissing the Duke gently
on the lips.  "But, duty calls first."  He turned Sir Hugues around and opened
the door.  "You'll do well," he added.  "Just think of us together as you
couple with her.  Close your eyes if you must."

	Hugues nodded like a man going to his execution.  Slowly, he walked the
long hallway to his bride's chambers.  He knocked hesitantly on her door, but
thought better of it and stuck the door more smartly, knowing he needed to
demonstrate masculinity, not forbearance.

	He heard a quiet "Enter" from the other side of the door.  As he opened
the door, he heard giggles and the rustle of silks.  Her ladies in waiting
curtsied, bowed, and smiled broadly as they scampered from the room and closed
the door behind them.

	Hugues steeled himself and smiled as he strode purposefully toward their
marriage bed.  Constantia looked up at him expectantly.  "Your Grace seems
pleased to see me," he smiled and glanced at his heavy phallus.  It had wilted
only slightly since he'd left Abdullah.

	"I am, Wife!" he tried to smile lecherously, but not very successfully.

	"Then, come," she said, holding out her arms and spreading her legs.  "I
welcome my new husband."

	He slipped into the bed beside her and they kissed.  She was more
passionate than he was, but he'd warm to his task, he told himself.  Her hands
roamed over his muscular body, squeezing the large muscles and breathing hotly
in his ear.  He kissed her neck and moved lower, suckling one nipple, then the
other.  Her back bowed at the pleasure he was giving her.  His hands moved
down her flat stomach to where her legs met.  She was wet.  Certainly, she was
eager for him.

	Gritting his teeth and picturing Abdullah, he kissed down her stomach
and licked at your slit.  She moaned loudly, pushing his head to where she
would get the most pleasure.  Her thighs nearly crushed his skull between them
as his tongue repeatedly licked and sucked at her joy button.  Her hips moved
up and down, her back bowed as he continued pleasuring her.  Her breathing had
become gasps.

	With his fingers twirling her erect nipples, he mounted her gently.
But, she needed him inside her and wasn't going to wait for niceties.  She
grabbed his muscled ass and pulled him into her.  A virgin she was not, he
concluded.  His thick 9" dick rocketed into her and she only winced slightly.
Her pelvis thrust back at each push into her.

	Sir Hugues thought again of Abdullah.  This wasn't so different from
fucking into his black Arab lover after he's already sprayed his cum into him
recently.  It was wet and slick, but not at tight, he decided.

	Being without sex for two days had worked.  Within another minute, Sir
Hugues sprayed a big, warm load of his essence deeply into Constantia.  Her
hands pulled hard on his ass, urging him to fuck her faster and deeper.  Her
back arched again, her breathing became increasingly ragged, and her
bellowing, Italian shouts of "Si, SI, SI!!" rattled off his big chest.  She
was at least eight inches shorter than he was, so kissing her as they fucked
wasn't logistically reasonable.

	But, he had done his duty.  Her climax and his had nearly matched.  He
continued to pump, knowing his dick would leak more cum and add more of his
essence to her.  Perhaps, this would be enough.

	However, his new wife had other ideas.  When he rolled off her, she
rolled atop him and squirmed, trying to resurrect his nearly flaccid manhood.
"We must do that again," she insisted breathlessly.  "I had no idea it could
be this good!" she giggled and kissed him.  He relented and kissed her back.
He did his best to rekindle the flames of passion, but nothing seemed to be
working.

	Her experience showed through though when she moved up his body and
turned around.  Her wet and dripping slit hovered over his face as her lips
closed around the thick head of his dick.  Eating her out again wasn't the
worst thing that could happen to him, he concluded.  Besides, he smiled to
himself, he would probably taste some of his juices as they ran out of her.
Indeed, that's the first thing he tasted.

	Her blowjob and his cunnilingus delivered the desired response.  He was
hard again.  She turned around and sat on his erect organ.  He grabbed her ass
and guided her up and down on him.  He thrust up and she squatted, sucking him
with her internal muscles.  Again, she wasn't as tight as Abdullah, but this
was pleasurable.  She rode him as if her life depended on it.  Constantia
climaxed twice before he sprayed hard and deep into her.

	Panting with exhaustion and pleasure, they decoupled and lay beside each
other.  "This will be a wonderful marriage," she cooed.  Sir Hugues nearly
groaned out loud.  This isn't supposed to happen!  I love Abdullah!  He smiled
vacantly at her.  She blissfully didn't notice.  Well, this was just sex.
But, with his male lover, it was love.  He could perform with her if he had
to, but he knew he would enjoy it much more with the big Arab.  Besides, she
wasn't anatomically equipped to satisfy his ass like only Abdullah could.  He
smiled again, but this smile reached his whole face.

	Constantia snuggled next to him and they napped for a few minutes.

	Hugues awoke with a start.  He couldn't allow his new wife to get used
to the idea of him staying in bed with her after sex.  He was a busy man and
had other duties to attend to.  Wrapping his silks around him, he walked
toward the door.  He didn't turn around or acknowledge her question about why
he was leaving.  She needed to understand her place in the way the Duke ran
his household.  To him, she was a brood mare, nothing more.  But, he wouldn't
tell her that.  His brother would like nothing better than to see this
marriage collapse.

	In the hallway, he saw the Chamberlain.  "Is my bath ready?" Sir Hugues
asked.

	"Yes, Your Grace.  As you ordered," the Chamberlain acknowledged with a
deep bow.

	"Make sure I'm not disturbed until a few minutes before the wedding
dinner.  Abdullah will help me dress.  But, if I need additional assistance, I
shall call upon you," the Duke instructed before opening the door to his own
rooms.

	"Very well, Your Grace," the Chamberlain nodded and spoke with the two
guards in the hallway.

	"Such a long face," Abdullah smiled as Hugues entered the room.  "You
must have been successful, though," he added.

	"I performed, if that's what you mean," the Duke sighed.  "And my
blushing bride has more experience or better instruction than I assumed she
would."

	"How so?"

	"She gave me a blowjob after our first coupling to get me going again!"

	"So you lay with her twice?"

	The Duke nodded.  "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  And
thinking of you did allow me to perform," he grinned as he took the big Arab
in his arms.  "But, I feel dirty!" he added with a shudder.  "Time for the
bath you so rightly forecast."

	"It wasn't forecasting so much as my desire not to taste her juices on
your dick," Abdullah admitted.

	"Well, I had to eat it and taste it.  Why shouldn't you have to suffer,
too?"

	"I'm not the groom in need of posterity," his dark lover reminded him.
"She'll be expecting you to service her again tonight, won't she?" he
grimaced.

	"She does have some romantic notions about what we should be doing on
our wedding night," Hugues sighed again.  "Evidently, I was pretty wonderful
in bed."

	Abdullah laughed and Hugues joined him.  "This isn't news to me, my
love," the Arab responded.  "From the first time I heard you and Pierre
coupling at my garrison, I knew you were good in bed.  When I finally had the
chance to sample your skills, I knew you were far better than good.  You are
incredible!  No one makes me want to take a big dick up my ass like you do and
no one else has ever made me want to make love to you all hours of the day and
night, releasing my seed time and again into your welcoming ass."

	"Which is exactly what I need after my ordeal," Hugues laughed.  "But,
first, I must bathe.  Her scent and perfumes cling to me."

	After a quick bath, they rutted like animals.  Abdullah and Hugues ate
ass until the Duke was begging to be fucked.  Of course, the black giant
obliged him and pounded the white man's eager ass until it was filled with
creamy man seed.  Sex with Abdullah always made Sir Hugues "rise" to the
occasion.  Despite his two climaxes less than an hour ago, he was more than
ready to go for a third one deep in his lover's tight manhole.  The ride was
longer than usual, but far more satisfying for both of them.  Renewing their
ardor for each other was the best medicine for them after the distasteful
business in the Duchess' rooms.

	They made love again in the late afternoon, but Abdullah halted their
passion before Sir Hugues could cum.  "You must be ready and able for your
wife," he reminded the Duke.  The big Arab offered to fill Hugues' ass again
with another load of man seed, but the Duke declined.

	"Although the water has cooled, I need to rinse off before the wedding
dinner," Sir Hugues sighed.  "There is nothing gained by her detecting so soon
the scent of another man."  Abdullah nodded sagely.

	They dressed and strode to the dining hall for the post-wedding dinner.
In attendance would be all of his retainers, plus churchmen from the area, as
well as Constantia's family.  They were returning to Savoy on the morrow.
Well, that was the plan.  But, most wedding feasts turned into drunken brawls.
Consequently, few if any of the attendees (including the churchmen) would be
in any condition to travel for at least another day.

	His new wife was waiting for him at the entrance to the dining hall.
"Everyone seems to be present," she said.  She eyed Abdullah gravely, but
didn't say anything to him.  She still feared him.

	"Let's join them, then," Sir Hugues said.  His wife took his arm and
they joined the other revelers.  Abdullah sat on the Duke's left, so his right
sword arm would be closest to defending his benefactor if the occasion arose.
Constantia sat on the Duke's right.

	Wine poured freely, vast quantities of food were consumed, and the
attendees made merry.  Before midnight, nearly all the guests had retired to
bed, fallen face down in their dinners, or fallen off their chairs and benches
in a drunken stupor.  This was not only the men.

	Abdullah didn't drink as was the custom of his Islamic religion.  Sir
Hugues and his bride drank little.  There was the wedding bed to be considered
and they didn't want to pass out and not be able to perform.  Hugues suggested
that they retire to her chambers after most of the guests were already asleep
in one fashion or another.  She readily agreed.

	Once more, the Duke serviced his new bride.  Her wetness was off-
putting, but he shot the requisite load of sperm into her and left.  She
called after him to spend the night.  He whirled on her and spat, "I must be
with Abdullah," he nearly snarled.  "Only he can provide security for me.  And
you don't want him sleeping with us, do you!"  She blanched, but didn't
respond.  Hugues stormed out of her chambers and slammed the heavy door behind
him.  With a satisfied smile, he walked happily back to his quarters.

	"I think you handled that exactly right," Abdullah agreed after hearing
of the confrontation.  "She won't be expecting you to spend more than a few
moments alone with her now.  But, be on your guard.  Women can be very
manipulative."

	The following day, Sir Hugues virtually ignored his wife.  He spent time
organizing the departure of his many guests, most of whom delayed until the
following day.  Their hangovers were monstrous.  With appropriate fanfare, her
family departed the next day.  Routine returned to the castle and its people.
The Duke and Abdullah journeyed around his domain for the next three days.  As
much as Constantia pleaded to join them, he told her she needed to stay at the
castle and become familiar with the staff and her duties.  To make her feel
better about it, he bedded her twice before bathing and leaving with Abdullah
and an entourage of 40.

	It was good to be away from the castle, but eventually, he had to
return.  He greeted his wife casually, and then retired to his chambers to
discuss affairs of state with his Chamberlain.

	"It has come to my attention," the Chamberlain began, "that your brother
is making threats against you and your new wife."

	"Nothing new with that," Sir Hugues observed with a smile.  If his
brother hadn't been plotting against him, he'd have been more surprised.

	"My informant tells me that he is gathering an army," the Chamberlain
countered.

	"Is your informant trustworthy?" Abdullah interjected.

	"Very."

	"Ask your informant to keep a watchful eye on my dear brother," the Duke
suggested.  "And inform the Captain of the Guard and the Captain of the Army
of this development."

	"Yes, Your Grace," the Chamberlain bowed and departed.

	"What do you make of that?" Abdullah asked.  "You know your brother far
better than I."

	"I think the possibility of a successor that isn't him has him making
rash decisions he'll regret later," the Duke mused.  "It might be a good idea
to add more guards to the Duchess's quarters."

	"And to yours," added Abdullah.  Sir Hugues nodded absently.  "You
suspect something more, don't you?"

	"It isn't like him to be directly confrontational," Hugues said.  "He's
usually more nefarious.  I'd expect poisoning or assassination, something less
direct than storming the castle."

	"Do you need to find a food taster?"

	"No, I think having a personal cook for us will be enough."

	"And the wine?"

	"Bottled only, no casks," the Duke directed.  Abdullah nodded sagely.
"This won't end until one of us is dead," Sir Hugues sighed.

	"Or banished?"

	"There's a thought," Hugues smiled.  "I'll need some grounds on which to
do that.  I'm sure he'll provide them for me, though."

	"What of his children?"

	"They'll all go," the Duke said firmly.  "Their minds are poisoned by
their father.  We have no other recourse."

	Six more weeks passed.  More reports came in about the Duke's brother's
activities.  Clearly, his brother was building an army.  It was only a matter
of time until he struck.  Sir Hugues' Chamberlain made discrete inquiries of
the Duke's retainers to be sure of their loyalty.  Only two of them were
questionable.  They would be watched closely.

	On one dreary, rainy day, the Duchess sent word to Sir Hugues that she
needed the Duke's undivided attention for a "matter of great importance" she'd
said to the Chamberlain.  Although the Duke had bedded her every two or three
days, she always seemed to want more.  She was becoming tiresome in her
demands.

	Sir Hugues sighed and walked slowly to her quarters.  Abdullah and the
Chamberlain accompanied him along with four guards.  As the guards waited
outside, the Duke pushed her door open and walked in.  Abdullah and the
Chamberlain remained by the door, but inside the Duchess's chambers.  Her
ladies in waiting, smiled, giggled, and departed.

	"You have something of great importance to say to me that can't wait?"
the Duke asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

	"Yeah, my lord," she beamed.  "The physician has informed me this
morning that I'm carrying our child."

	Sir Hugues laughed and raced into her arms.  He hugged her tightly.
"This is excellent news, Constantia.  When will you deliver?"

	"The doctor says in another seven months.  I've missed two of my, uh,
monthly visitors," she added demurely.  "I hoped you'd be pleased," he smiled
again.

	"Very pleased, my wife," he agreed kissing her on the lips.  "Have you
told anyone else?"

	"Only my ladies in waiting and you," she revealed.

	He turned and smiled at Abdullah and the Chamberlain.  They in turn
congratulated him on his heir to be.  With another kiss on the cheek, Hugues
left his wife and strode down the hallway.

	"Something like this is cause for celebration," Abdullah smiled.

	"And concern, Your Grace," the Chamberlain warned.  "Your brother will
move against you for sure, now."

	"Ah, yes, so he will.  The prospect of an heir will cause him to do
something rash, I fear," the Duke responded.  "Word of this will reach him
very soon, if he doesn't already know.  The doctor isn't known for his
discretion in these matters.  He'll see it as something wonderful, not the
catastrophe that my brother will see."

	"Nothing can be done about containing the news, even if we'd wanted to,"
Abdullah agreed.  "Might I suggest a war council without calling it that?
Even word of that would get out.  Chamberlain, perhaps you could arrange a
secret meeting with the Captains of the Guard and Army to warn them of
possible hostilities visiting us soon?"

	"An excellent idea, Sir," he said to Abdullah.  "Your Grace?"

	"I agree.  Set it up and let me know where and when.  I wish to be there
to help in the strategy."

	"Yes, Your Grace," the Chamberlain bowed and left the Duke's quarters.

	"Something troubles you, Hugues," Abdullah observed, seeing the concern
on the Duke's face.

	"This should be a happy time, but we're faced with the prospect of war
with my brother," Sir Hugues sighed.  "And if it comes to a battle, I don't
wish to be the one committing fratricide."

	"Your brother would have not issue with doing that to you," Abdullah
sneered.  "He's apparently willing to kill his Duke and your wife and unborn
child.  You're being too forgiving."

	"If it comes to that, I'll do what I must.  But, I hope it doesn't.
Banishment should be enough.  The question will be where to send him."

	"We'll win the battle if it comes to that.  Then, we'll address his new
home."

	The Duke smiled.  "I think I have the perfect solution.  I'll send him
on Crusade with King Louis as penance for his crime of taking up arms against
his lord and master.  I'm sure the Bishop will support me in this.  And Louis
is always clamoring for more armed men for his damnable Crusade."

	"So, now we wait."

	"Perhaps not.  We could draw him out and defeat him as he wouldn't
expect an attack in the open."

	"The castle is more defensible and you'd lose fewer men."

	Sir Hugues thought about that for a moment.  "Let's see what the Captain
of the Army has to say.  He's a clever man."

	Two days later, they had their war council.  Plans were set in motion.
The Duke's brother was about to be unpleasantly surprised.


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