Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2012 09:44:00 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once a Knight. Part Seven

  Part Seven

     It was nice to wake up in a big bed and feel another body next to
mine. I didn't have to put my hand down to know that I had my usual morning
erection. The one that is always at its hardest. Breech knew that I was
awake for I felt his hand move down and grasp me before I felt him move his
body down under the covers and had the pleasure of him taking me into his
mouth.

     I stretched my whole body and then relaxed and let him have his
pleasure while he gave me mine till I came bucking up and coming into his
mouth. Relaxing again, I let him suck and tongue me as he licked me clean
before coming up from down under and wished me a good morning.

     `Now take your time Breech,' I said as I rolled over and went up onto
my knees to once again have his cock shoved up my backside for me to be
fucked. He was much better this time and lasted longer, letting me really
feel his cock moving inside my back passage as he tried his best to hold on
for as long as he could. It was good enough to satisfy my inner desire and
after he'd cleaned himself and got back into bed I told him that he could
kiss me at any time whilst we were in bed together and then got smothered
in his frantic kisses as he kept thanking me over and over again.

     As much as I would have like to stay abed, I had too much to do and so
we got up and I let him wash me before dressing me in a clean tunic and
putting my sword around my waist.

     I dined alone at breakfast, well that is at the upper table if you
didn't count the fifty or so eating at the other tables. Cedric looking the
worse for wear as he sampled my food and made a face as he drank some of my
ale. I couldn't help but smile and patted his head and told him to go back
to bed and sleep off his hangover. I don't know where Oliver had been but
as soon as I stood up from the table, he was there by my side.

      We, plus two guards then left the hall and went down the steps and
into the inner courtyard where Michael had the men mustered ready for me to
talk to them. I was disappointed at the number there and asked Michael the
total.

     `Eighty four Sire,' he replied.

     `Oliver. We need at least double this number. See how many men you can
get spared from the fields. He nodded and I turned to the men facing me and
told them the truth. That we were going to be in for a hard fight in the
near future from Marchand's men and that they had better start honing up on
the use of their weapons.

     `Captain. I want the men training eight hours a day from now on. See
that they get good food and cut down on the ale. I want them fighting fit
within a month for I think that's how much time we've got before we have
visitors. We'll have a talk later as to what I want from them.'

     I was glad now that I had learned Latin just after I first came to the
castle for when I was not practising with William in his training and not
doing the extra work myself, I read about Caesar's exploits and learned a
lot about warfare from his expeditions over Europe.

     Oliver and I went back into the keep and I said that I wanted some
letters written. He looked at me in dismay and admitted that his ability to
write was next to none and so I had him try and find a scribe for me.

     I went and sat at the big table and called one of the hovering page
boys over and told him to fetch me some drink, for Cedric was still
abed. He scampered off and was soon back with a jug and cup and tasted it
before passing me my drink. I was morosely drinking and thinking of all
that I'd got to do when I heard the rustle of a dress come close to my
chair. I looked up to see Louise standing there.

     `You wanted me William?' she asked.

    `No. I didn't send for you,' I said, wondering where she'd got that
from.

     `Oliver, your seneschal said you were looking for someone to write
some letters, so here I am.'

     `Oh, ah, good. You have the materials?' and felt foolish that I hadn't
noticed what she had been holding in her hands. Pieces of parchment and
writing implements which she placed on the table and sat down next to
me. Then my head began to swirl for she was wearing something that made her
smell so sweet and I found that was getting a hard on beneath my tunic. I
watched her set her things out and loved the line of her jaw seen in this
profile and the way her hair was swept back from her ear to fall down over
her shoulder to reach halfway down her back. I had a sudden urge to kiss
that ear and almost moved to do so but came to my senses and held back.

     `What letters do you want me to write?' she asked, smiling at me. That
smile and her voice made my cock get even harder and I couldn't help but
look at the tops of her breasts that were swelling at the neckline of her
dress. I looked up into her eyes and I saw the amused glint in them for she
knew what I had been looking at.

     `I...er...only one really,' I stammered. I beckoned one of my guards
closer and whispered into his ear.

     `Find Breech for me,' and turned back to Louise and I knew my face had
gone red. `Er, it was to your father. To tell him that Sir Gregory was dead
and that you are now free but I'm unable to spare the men to escort you
home because I'm expecting the castle to be attacked as soon as Sir Henry
hears of what has happened. Er, look,' I stammered seeing Breech enter the
hall. `You write it and give it to my seneschal and he will see that it
gets delivered safely. I must go. I...I have something urgent to see to.'

     I quickly left the table trying to hold down the front of my tunic and
grabbed Breech's arm and fairly dragged him up to my bed chamber and
slamming the door behind me, pushed him over a chair and flipped up the
back of his tunic. I gave out a groan at the sight of his backside as I
lifted up the front of my tunic and quickly stuck my engorged prick up into
him. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it was Louise beneath my
hands and it was her I was fucking as I rammed myself into him and quickly
began to come.

     `This is great,' he gurgled as I shot my load, his voice spoiling the
dream but he had served the purpose of relieving the pressure in my balls
and cock. I was panting heavily when I pulled out of him and went and
washed myself. `That was most unexpected and a pleasure William,' he said
as he took my used cloth to wipe himself.

     `Thank you Breech, I needed that. Now help me get into my armour for
I'm going out of the castle.' While he was helping me, I called one of the
guards in and told him to find Oliver to say that was I going out and
needed my horse readied and have some men also ready to go with me. When
Breech had finished helping me, I carried my helmet downstairs and avoided
the hall where Louise was, telling Breech to carry on with whatever he'd
been doing earlier, and went out of the keep and into the courtyard. It was
good to see the men practising, sword play, using their pikes and the
archers letting loose arrows at some butts. I found Oliver by the stables
with my horse and ten men ready for me.

     `Where are you going sire?' he asked, a worried look on his face.

     `To see Hector and his wife to tell them about Martin,' I said as I
was helped up into the saddle.

     `You'll only see one of them I'm afraid. I learned this morning that
Hector died a year ago,' he said.

     `I'm not surprised the way he drank,' I remarked, not feeling anything
at this news of his demise.

     `Well in a way it was the drink that helped for he was drunk one night
and got trampled on by some horses on his way home.'

     `Who were the riders?'

     `They didn't say or know. It was a hit and run you might say.' I gave
him a mirthless smile at his choice of words and pulled the horse round by
the reins and led the body of men out of the castle.

     As I rode down the dusty road out of the village, I wondered at how my
mother was faring without a husband now and if he'd begat any more siblings
to be my half brothers or sisters before being killed. I always thought
that drink would kill him in the long run and I wasn't far out in that. On
reflection I realised that possibly all my half brothers were now working
either in the castle or in the fields.

     It didn't take that long to reach what once had been my home and I
reined in and one of the guards helped me dismount and I gave him my helmet
to hold. Two young girls were eyeing me as I approached the door and
guessed that they were my kin and I pushed open the door and walked in and
stood for a moment to let my eyes become accustomed to the gloom and saw
how squalid a place I had been reared in. I then saw my mother, looking
older but still looking rather attractive in her way, move away from the
cooking pot.

     `Martin!' she exclaimed.

     `No. I'm Sir William,' I said, taken aback at her one word. I saw
another young child that had been hiding behind her skirt who she now
shooed out of the house before she turned round to face me.

     `A mother will always recognise her son,' she said in a low
voice. `You might have been able to fool the others, but not me, not your
mother.' I could see the tears in her eyes and couldn't speak for the lump
in my throat and when she held out her arms, I couldn't help myself but go
into them and kiss her cheek.

     `Now tell me what's happened for I can see that you've learned the
truth about who your father really was,' she said, pulling me to sit down
at what I think was the same old rickety table. So I told her my tale of
how we used to switch places in the tournaments and that William had been
killed and later, the only other two who knew who I really was. I omitted
to say that William and I had been lovers.

     `So with William being killed, I then killed the knight who'd ordered
it, I've sort of been stuck with it or else I would have been hung.'

     `Well you've truly earned the title and I'm so proud of you,' she said
getting up and giving me a hug, her eyes really shining at the pleasure of
me getting on in this tired little world that we shared. `I also heard you
killed Sir Gregory and a good job too. Now don't go and fall into his
ways. Think of where you were raised and give a thought to the people like
us.'

     `That I have and that's why I would like you to come and live in the
castle,' I said

     `No son. I lived there once and thought that I could make good there,
but I didn't. But you have and I don't want to be in the way for you to do
well. I hear that there's a pretty young lady there at the moment,' she
said with a smile and I couldn't help but blush at this. `Do what you can
for I'm now content with my lot and will stay here.' I tried to talk her
out of staying in this one roomed hovel but she was adamant. We talked a
lot and I learned that three of my half brothers were indeed at the castle
and I said that I would look out for them but warned her that there was
surely going to be a fight later from the Marchand's and that when she
heard the call, to bring all the children to the safety of the castle. This
she agreed to do and I made a note to spread the word to rest of the
populace to do the same. Before I left, I told her that she was to tell
others who may ask that the reason for my visit was to tell of the death of
Martin and how he had died defending Sir William. I gave her a kiss and was
soon back up on my horse to return to the castle.

     As it happened, we met up with the old decrepit cart from our jousting
tour that held our prize money and so it had a double escort up to the
castle and it then gave me the chance to see the strong room where the
money was stored. I was surprised at how much was there as well as lots of
silver artefacts which could be sold to raise cash if needed.

     Oliver told me that the Lady Louise had given him a letter which he'd
already dispatched, the letter that she had written I saw less than a month
later so I will relate that now for it had a bearing on what was later to
transpire, she wrote,

     Dear Father, This is the first time I've been allowed to communicate
with you since my abduction by the men of Sir Henry de Marchand and brought
here to Fontaine Castle. I am safe and unharmed, in any way. (These last
three words had been heavily underlined.) Sir William de Fontaine returned
yesterday and fought and killed Sir Gregory de Marchand and has since said
that I am free.

     But he's unable to provide me with an adequate escort through de
Marchand's lands because he does not have enough men to spare for the
reprisal that is to come from the killing of Sir Gregory. Now I am quite
content to stay here for in Sir William, I have found the man that I would
wish to marry. It was love at first sight and I know that he has feelings
for me though he is trying very hard to hide the fact.

     If de Marchand does attack this castle, then they will have to kill me
first for I will stand in front of the man that I wish to marry. So I am
begging you to muster what men you can to help him fight the de Marchand
family and put an end to the pestilent growth that is between our two
lands. I would rather have the two men I love either side of me when I get
married or die before Sir Henry can even touch me.

     Your loving daughter in all hope.

                                                           *

     As I have said, I did not know the contents of this letter at the
time.

     It was before supper and I wished to know what she had written to her
father and so sought her out and was told that she was taking the air on
the battlements of the keep. I duly went up, leaving the guards at the
bottom of the staircase for this was the only entrance and exit.

     I was again struck by her beauty in the light of the fading sun when I
reached the top and saw her standing by one of the embrasures and it was
nice to see her smile of welcome. I asked her about the letter, not saying
that I already knew it had been dispatched. It was just an excuse to speak
to her alone. She said that it had gone and that she'd asked for her
father's help. The rest was just pleasant small talk till the sun
disappeared and the night chill began to be felt.

     We then proceeded to go down below. The staircase being one that is
narrow and winding round and round so that only one may walk up or down at
a time. I led the way to be a cushion in case she slipped, which she did as
it happens, though on reflection, I think it was deliberate for I had
already reached the bottom and was just holding out my hand to take hers
for those last two steps when she seemed to miss her footing. She came
crashing down into my arms and I caught her tight to my chest as I was
rocked back on my heels.

     My cock began to surge up as my brain registered that I held this
gorgeous creature in my arms and could feel her breasts pressed tight up to
my chest. Her breath came out in a gasp and her face was lifted up to mine
and I saw her parted lips and somehow couldn't resist bending my head to
kiss them.

     I half expected her to rebuff me and maybe slap my face for my
temerity in kissing her, but she didn't. She held the kiss and in fact,
returned it with pressure of her own against mine. I'm sure she felt me as
I held her close in that embrace, for our lower body's were also pressed up
close to one another.

     I apologised for my lack of behaviour as we broke apart and I let her
stand up on her own and she said it was of no consequence, though the
beating of her heart I had felt belied the words she had spoken.

     Supper was of a disjointed matter between eating and conversing with
nothing much being said except for the usual courtesy in the passing of
condiments, that only being the salt, and a rough vinegar.

     I really rogered Breech that night in bed and had him do the same to
me to rid me of what was becoming a real sexual frustration at seeing her
beauty and wanting to see more of her body.  I even pictured her lying on
my bed as Gwyn had done and even had Breech lay on his back with his
genitals pushed back between his legs so that all was showing was his pubic
hairs like a female, but he didn't have the tits to complete the picture. I
even had him on his back with his bum up on some pillows and his legs high
up on my shoulders so that I could see his face as I fucked him, but I
still couldn't get the image right.

     The next evening, she didn't have to trip on the last stair before
coming into my arms for me to kiss her and my thoughts went all haywire and
had to go and fuck Breech before I could even think of sitting down to
supper.

     He wasn't stupid and could see what was happening to me, like passing
sweet morsels to her at the table and looking at her the way I did and
therefore did his utmost to please me in bed as best as he knew how.

                                                           *

     It was about two weeks of this frustrating meeting, kissing and then
parting before she finally breathed into my ear.

     `William, I've fallen in love with you.'

     `Oh Louise, and I have with you too. I want you so bad it hurts.'

     `I want you too,' she whispered between kisses as we held each other
tight at the bottom of the staircase from the battlements. We broke apart
and she took my hand and instead of going down to the great hall, she led
me to her bed chamber, both of us oblivious to the two guards following us.

     We left them outside as she shut the door and we went into each
other's arms to kiss and hold each other tight, my erection painfully
pressing up hard against her.

     `You want me as much as I want you,' she whispered, giving her hips a
little twist which set my nerves all on edge. She pulled me closer to the
bed and then quickly grasped the hem of my tunic and pulled it up over my
head for her to see me up like a rampant stag.

     `It's big,' she whispered as her hand slowly reached out and grasped
it. `Hot too and feeling so strong. Oh darling, help me,' she cried as she
tried to get out of her dress and so I helped and when it fell to the
floor, I beheld at how lovely she looked. Her eyes were shining and her
breasts were trembling and I saw her squeezing her thighs together.

     `I can't wait any longer,' she said as she got onto the bed and lay
down with her arms open for me to go in between them. I was soon on the bed
and on top of her, now feeling those breasts spread themselves with my
weight.

     `Now darling, now,' she panted and I felt her legs open beneath me and
I easily moved in between them and began to push my cock up inside her. I
met some resistance and thought it was a muscle like that in one's
backside, so kept on pushing against this obstruction until it gave way
with her giving out a cry as I then slid fully inside her.

     `Now you've just made me a woman,' she said as a few tear drops ran
down her cheeks. I didn't know it at the time that it was her hymen that
had been the obstruction and that this being there indicated that she was a
virgin. I was ignorant of this as I was of all the female anatomy at the
time though she showed me all that she had at a later date.

     To me at this moment I was in heaven, being on top and inside one that
I had been craving for ever since I had set my eyes upon her. It was a
struggle to hold myself back as she crooned as I moved inside her, trying
to give her as much pleasure as I could as we mated for the first time.

     But I didn't last and soon came inside her as I had humped away on her
body, her hands clawing my back as I did so. With having my release I lay
panting on her and felt her stroke my hair and felt her heart beating
wildly through that soft cushion of her breasts that I was really
unfamiliar with.

     I finally gathered myself together and lifted up my body and eased
myself out of her, loving the squeeze she was giving to my tool as I moved
and the sucking noise it gave as it emerged out into the air for me to feel
the chill round my piece after the warmth of her body.

     I rolled over onto my back as she quickly got off the bed and putting
the bowl of water onto the floor, squatted above it and gave herself a
douche. I found out later that this was to try and kill the sperm before it
had a chance to move up and fertilise her.

     She was soon back on the bed to smother me in kisses and for me now to
be able to fondle those breasts that had been so tantalising for me to half
see. So we lay for an hour just stroking and fondling each other and missed
going down to supper as her stroking of me brought me rampant again to
which she squealed with delight at feeling it grow in her hand and couldn't
wait to have it back inside her again.

     This was my dream of her coming true, having her there before and
under me as we fucked, to see her breasts move with the rhythm and see her
smiling up at me as I moved in and out of her body. She then had what's
known as a climax for my cock had excited her that much that she clamped
her legs around my waist and really bucked up to me and raked my back
giving out a scream as she came, triggering me to come at the same time.

     Our sweaty bodies came unglued with a sucking sound from both our
chests and of my pulling out of her and in spite of the energy we had used,
she still had enough to get off the bed for her douche. She told me later
that this was to stop her becoming pregnant before we were married.

     This was news to me and I felt stunned for I'd not even dreamed of
going that far, up until now that is, and this now gave me more thoughts
and the trouble I was building up for myself. The first thought was that it
would please my mother though it was something that she would never be able
to crow about. The second was that it would enhance my standing as a knight
to not only rescue a damsel in distress but to marry her as well. Fairy
tales have been written about this kind of ending and that they always
lived happily ever after.

     It was this word "after" that was the black cloud on my horizon and
that had the name of Marchand written all through it. The other cloud
though not black, it was most definitely grey, for I still felt something
for Breech, fucking his backside and having him fuck me. I didn't want to
give this up and then I realised that I was now in the exalted position to
be able to have my cake and eat it too. That is if we could survive the
inevitable attack from Sir Henry which I felt was all the more imminent and
therefore I should pay more attention now to the castle's defences now that
I had breached Louise's.

     It had been another long and stressful day and I'm ashamed to say that
I fell asleep in her arms.

      I wasn't sure where I was when I woke up. It was still dark and it
wasn't until I felt the soft skin under my hand that I knew where I was and
what I had done. I eased myself out of her bed and put my tunic on and
quietly left her chamber. The guard was different from the previous one but
he didn't look at me or say a word and just followed me to my bed chamber
and stayed outside as I silently slipped inside.

     I needn't have crept across the room for as soon as I slipped into the
bed he rolled over to face me.

     `You've been with the Lady Louise,' he said, stating a fact and not
asking a question.

     `Yes, but I've come back to you, haven't I?' I asked, giving him a
kiss that was now somehow different. `You've got something that she
hasn't,' and I snaked my hand down and found that he was still limp in the
penis stakes. `This. At least when it's hard,' but as I spoke, I could feel
it start to expand in my hand and I gave it a few rubs to encourage him
further.

     `She hasn't got one like this that I need put in the right place.'

     This brightened him up and he rose up and allowed me to move over and
get up onto my knees for him to get his end away as I had done, though in a
different orifice.

     On reflection, I think I needed a hard penis up inside me as much as
Louise did and fell asleep pondering how to have both and yet not alienate
the other.

                                                           *