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"Handsome Knight"

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(copyrighted by Allure Books 2001)

     Christian Hawksblood knew he and the lady were in deep trouble. They had both just happened at the same moment, upon this corridor in the vast sprawl of Malbrough Castle. In time to witness a clumsily played out murder taking place down the stone corridor by men he had never seen before, nor would willingly seek again. Nonetheless, apparently the lady did know the men. At least one, for she did gasp a name that sounded as Chester. May Thor help him, if the sultry shaped woman had meant the Earl of Chester!

     Either way, one of the men turned and found them gaping. Christian thought the saddest part of this was that he, by being over six stones high with gilded blonde hair and a blood-red crusader’s cross upon his chest, spoke sincerely of being recognized again. Whist the lady, who had made the foolish misdeed of gasping their attention, stood veiled from the revelry taking place in other chambers of the castle.

     "Oh dear," she murmured, pressing her small hands together in front of her as if in prayer.

     Oh dear my arse, Christian thought, as he wondered whether he ought to heft the wench over his shoulder to make their needful escape. Inasmuch as the men down the corridor had all turned as one with shouts and were now running toward them. Thank Thor, the woman took up the incentive and hiked up her forest green skirting to begin looking as though she might set to flee.

     "Young Knight, ye better to follow me!" she urged in a uniquely husky voice.

     Christian ignored her ridiculous advice and put his stout right arm behind her waist to urge her on quickly as they both turned to flee the advancing men. It was not that he was a coward by most means. Nay not that. He was just newly returned from the bloody harrowing crusades, where he had managed . . . barely to stay alive and glean a bit of glory fighting for a God he had no belief in. It was humorous irony, for he was a man of Thor, yet he had never mentioned this fact to the holy knights who bestowed his crusaders cross. Nor did he mention it when they bestowed some wealth on him at the ending of the campaigns.

     So, he was not a coward and knew he could well engage the three knights giving chase. And possibly win. Possibly. Yet, that was not the reason he ran with a woman who must have the shortest legs in Christendom, she was so slow at this feat. Nay, he ran because he was bastard born, a loose knight without any ties in England yet. And because he was of Viking blood and those that chased them were clearly Norman get. Yet, most of all, he ran for the petite but very curvaceous woman at his side. He would not take the chance of seeing her hurt. And to that inevitable end, he pivoted in mid-stride and grabbed his lady by the waist, hauling her up over his shoulder.

     "S’blood, Sir Knight, thee are m-most strongly built!" the lady puffed over his brawny shoulder as he lay a strong hand to her plumb little arse.

     "Aye," Christian huffed, squeezing hard on one of those provocative cheeks as he turned a tight corner down another dark corridor where all he could hear was the hard clip of his hide boots hitting the stone flagging.

     "There, Sir Knight!" the lady squealed, wiggling her arse enticingly beneath his hand as she swung around from behind him, pointing out a solid oak door. "Quickly now, young sir!"

     Be damned, Christian thought, if the lady wished to be cornered behind the oak door, who was he to gainsay her scheming. Of course, if the truth’s be known, he was not thinking at all clearly, because of what his big hand held onto . . . and because of what bounced so billowy off his back. As he hauled open the heavy door, he noticed there was no sight of their pursuers in the dark corridor. He had taken several turns to arrive thus, he thought, stepping inside to quickly shut the oak door behind them. There was no bar of course, inside doors never carried such luxury, so there was no hope there, he concluded, as he turned to see they were residing in someone’s bedding chamber. A wealthy someone by the looks of it, and male, but at least the occupant was missing.

     "The bed quickly, young knight, they will be along soon I troth!"

     The bed? Christian gulped, setting his lady down upon her feet as gently as he may, then unbending to stand back and look down on her petite height. He watched her in amazement as off came the veil she wore with a fling of her hand. She was older than he, with shimmering green eyes, the coloring of emeralds. To his increasing anxiousness, next came her head dress, tugged off and bounced over the backside of the bed. He watched transfixed as the rich auburn curls of her hair tumbled to her waist. Glory of Thor, he had never seen a maiden’s naked hair displayed thus. All of it freed and loosely played. He thought for a moment of going to his knees in reverence, and then thought again that he had best turn and draw his sword. The better to protect his lady.

     "Quickly, brave knight, undress your doublet and braies and climb up under yon linen! We have no time to dilly!"

     The bedding? Naked? Christian swung around to peer back at his lady, only to catch a glimpse full of large milky white breasts, then cheeky bare buttocks as they were disappearing beneath the bedding. She had stripped! His lady-fair had stripped naked, and now beckoned him with come-hither looks and bare shoulders. Truth’s be told, he had never seen the splendor of a naked woman’s cheeky bare arse before!

     Christian glanced to the door then back to his lady-fair. Be damned! If he was going to die foolishly, this could well be worthy of it! He tossed his sword down on the end of the bed and began to strip his doublet.

     "Oh young knight, the braies first! We have no time!"

     Just as Christian dived under the end of the bed linens that his lady held aloft for his entry, he heard the door crash open. He prayed mightily to Thor for one more full glimpse of his lady’s naked arse before he died, and then he began to burrow for his sword in the bedding. No matter how foolish his lady might be in these schemes, he was compelled now by heart and sight to defend her precious life. Nonetheless, however noble these thoughts may be, Christian met an obstacle by way of his lady barricading his head between her quite bare thighs and the tangled bed linens on top. Glory to Thor, his death would be a valiant one!

     Lady Madeline Abscott wiggled the handsome young knight’s face closer between her thighs and cried out in what she believed must be a shrilly passionate voice. "Oh your exalted majesty! I swoon! I swoon!"

     Maddy bounced the young knight’s head beneath the covers a few times. Poignant this was with his bristly whiskers! It had been too long since she had felt such intimate sensations. But she wondered that her brave young knight did not seek the opportunity of a hidden lick! Twas the perfect chance and there was naught she could do about such licentious exertion.

     Perplexed, yet embolden by her scheming, Maddy looked to the entryway to judge the effects. Ah, it twas the Earl of Chester rightly! Him with his cruel black eyes glaring at her hotly. They both knew he dared not question if it were really the Prince beneath the bed linens with her. This was, of course, one of the Prince’s hidden chambers, and all the Earl of Chester could see were his big bare feet. Decidedly male feet!

     Oh, Maddy chewed on her bottom lip, wanting to dive beneath the covers with her young handsome knight. For surely, by the look in the earl’s blackest eyes, she would pay for this. For she could see the earl was certain it was she that witnessed his murderous deed. Maddy clutched the young knight’s head beneath the bed linens, trying not to shake, as the earl backed slowly out of the chamber while his features promised her stark retribution. Then the door finished closing.

     "Oh heaven’s helpth me!" Maddy exclaimed, flopping onto her back. She was in the deepest trouble now! A woman alone with such a powerful enemy as the Earl of Chester. What chances did she stand against now? Twas then Maddy felt the slide of strong male bones and healthy burgeoning muscles, dragging heatedly up her most-naked-body! Until she was breathless and her young knight’s head popped out of the bed linens between her amply laid breasts.

     O! Forsooth! This young knight was a handsome offering and his big—incredibly big—phallus glided hotly over her engaged sex to lay its great length on her belly! Ou! Ou!

     Christian opened his mouth to perhaps beg or apologize, he was not sure which. However, no temporary sound issued forth because one moment his mouth was open, and the next it was sealed by moist and sultry lips. She was kissing him! His fair lady was in fact smooching his breath away and winding her voluptuous body around his like the clinging of drizzled honey. Buoyant breasts and fleshy hips stroked like hot satin against his hard muscle and then-! Then her tongue tackled his and he moaned in ecstasy.

     "Mm! Mm! My brawny knight, taketh my tongue into your bold mouth and suckle it!"

     Who was he to argue? Christian thought, not knowing the true way of it. And low and behold she was right! He had never experienced a more erotically tantalizing sensation than suckling his lady’s dainty pink tongue into his bigger mouth. And while he was thus engaged, his lady grabbed his hands and planted them upon her ample breasts. She made squeezing motions with her hands on top of his and moan excitedly with each kneading. Panting, Christian broke his lips away from hers to view this spectacular vision, and then his lady threw her head backward, thrusting her bountiful titties upward.

     "The nips, sweet knight, plucketh my nips!" she cried.

     Ye gods! It was erotic hell, and Christian could see those pink nips were swollen fat as he began to rub them heartily with his thumbs. Thor help him, the nubs were swelled like ripe cherries and he scrubbed them harder as his lady moaned in senseless pleasure. It was then she clutched his buttocks hard, digging into his sinewy flanks with her fingernails. Then scratching downward as she undulated her nether region against his thickly straining pud! Glorious Thor, had he ever felt anything so wondrous?

     "Touch my crease, sweet knight! Oh please, please touch my crease!"

     Touch her crease? By the sacred halls of Valhalla, he would not be perplexed! Christian tackled his lady’s buttocks, fairly rolling her sideways to do so.

     "Ou! Ou!" Maddy squealed. This was not what she envisioned. Yet?

     "Ou! Ou!" She’d swoon, she’d swoon! Maddy wriggled her bottom closer into her brawny knights big hands as his fingers liberally tickled and fondled, moving deeper and deeper! And she enthusiastically twisted and squirmed her body until her nose hit the young knights big toe. Heaven help her, this was not what she was ultimately hoping to find, yet it was all that was offered and in her extreme enthusiasm. Well!

     "Oh, Thor’s balls!" Christian moaned ecstatically. His fervent lady was sucking his big toe! Great Thor, what had he missed all of the young years of his life! For shame, if this was it, he had been crazed! Mores the pity he had never convinced a maid to tumble like this with him before! Then, with his lady’s tongue licking his toes, his arch, his heel, then upwards toward his calf, he became instantly and heatedly inspired.

     "Ou! Ou!" Maddy shrieked rapturously, as her bold knight licked his hot tongue into the crease of her bottom! "O! O!" She wiggled her buttocks upward hoping to seat the young warrior’s tongue into her secret cove! "Oooo!" Her young knight hit the target like an arrow smacked into a bull’s-eye!

     She had never romped thus—on her hands and knees so carnally. Her two husbands, one of eighty and one of sixteen, had been wholly missionary in their pursuits! That left her one lover, a brazen knave, who had stolen her charms but twice and then fled. Yet, even he had never been this truly inspired!

     "I swoon! I swoon!" she cried as her handsome young knight wriggled his nose in closer. Maddy fell forward onto her nose as she kept her buttocks high—barely—in a lustful offering. The brawny arms of her lover knight pried her thighs further afield as his tongue lapped deeply, splitting open the lips of her secret cove, and finally licking over her hot–throbbing–sweet–pea! "Ooo, Sainted Mary of! Ooo Mary!"

     Christian held on tightly to his romping lady’s fulsome thighs as she cried out passionate instructions to his tongue. "There! Lower! Higher! Oo! Faster!" His manly tongue paid homage to every fertile crevice his lady owned and then-! "O! Handsome Knight thrust thy bold finger into my loving portal!"

     Christian reared backward to see this yawning portal of pink maidenhood quivering right before his very nose. Even his thickly straining pud twitched at this promiscuous sight. He drooled, much to his oblivion, as he brought his stout shaking finger forward. Yet, his beautiful lady, all a quiver from her lovely head of hair, down to her pretty pink toes, allowed him not a moment of hesitation before she slammed his finger dead center with her bucking hip’s backward motion!

     "Oooo! Knight Handsome!" she cried.

     "Thor’s balls!" Christian, belly groaned with his finger embedded deeply inside his lady’s clutching ‘love portal’.

     "Thrust it! Strong Knight! Thrust it!" Christian’s beauteous lady squealed, wiggling lustfully over the thickness of his finger, until he drew and thrust again. "Oo! More!" Thrust. "Yes!" Thrust. "Harder!" Thrust. "I swoon!" Thrust. "I swoon!" Thrust. "Ravish me with your stabbing sword, handsome knight!"

     His sword? Christian cricked his neck to the side as he fucked his lady’s pretty pink hole with two of his stout fingers, while his lust clouded mind tried to fathom this newest instruction. "Thor’s ball’s speak plainly, lovely mistress!" he finally bellowed in confused agitation, swiping his lady onto her back so that he might properly glare down at her. Her beautiful titties heaved and her thick green eyes sparkled with heat and excitement. She was not the least bit fearful of his bellow or his rough handling, and even through his angry confusion Christian could not help but smile at the handful she presented him.

     "My naming is Maddy," she declared in a sing song voice, even as her hands reached forward and-!

     "Agh-!" Christian choked nearly doubling over.

     "-And this, my Handsome Knight, is the sword your Maddy wants stabbed into her loving portal."

     Maddy caressed the jut of her young knight’s phallus in her hand and watched in delight, as even the extraordinarily powerful tendons on his neck stood out. He was so handsome and youthful with his wild blonde hair and lean tan face. And she guessed rightly, that her brawny knight was perhaps not wise in the ways of women. What a delight to teach him, she coincided, as she held tightly to the root of his phallus and lifted her tongue forward to generously lick the swollen head.

     "Agh-!"

     Maddy smiled at her handsome knights pleasure. He was well attributed in this portion of his healthy body and the thickness and length of him made her wriggle in delighted anticipation. She learned all of him intimately with her tongue, making her lover knight gasp and strain his big phallus into her eager mouth. He was bold, straight, hard and strong! Think of the stamina!

     "Smack—Smack—Smack." Christian wallowed deeply in the smacking sounds of his lady’s energetic lips suckling the whole of his pud lovingly into her mouth. He tried, when his nose was not pointed upward in ecstasy, to watch this momentous event. His lady’s pretty pink mouth was in an O around the mass of him as her deep emerald eyes gazed upward to him. It was at this moment, he was convinced that he knew love for the first time in his life. Then his lady released his engorged and straining pud to lie on her back and gaze up at him with black stars in her emerald colored eyes. The promise was sultry and hot and now he was understanding the immense value.

     "Show me the portal, beautiful mistress" he commanded with a new sense of manhood flowing hotly in his veins.

     "This one," she teased with her fingers creeping down over the fluff of brown satin between her thighs.

     "Yeah," he uttered, grasping her legs and spreading them on either side of his hips. His completely brazen wench held the lips of her sex open for him to view and he lifted her legs higher beneath the crooks of his elbows until her plump arse rode his hairy upper thighs. His lovely bold Maddy grasped the straining thickness of his pud and guided the head to her wetly laid love portal.

     "Thrust it," she cried, arching her hips upward to press the ruddy head to her quivering wet entrance.

     This was all the encouragement Christian needed as he shoved his powerful pud deep inside his lady’s snug sheath. "Agh-!" Christian groaned in ecstasy.

     "Oooo!" Maddy cried excitedly.

     "Now I thrust!" Christian growled in a belly groan.

     "Yesss!" Maddy squealed.

     Christian held Maddy’s legs aloft as he ground his hips forward powerfully, to Maddy’s encouraging screeches. He could feel his balls slapping the crack of her arse with each mighty thrust and he watched her big breast leaping forward and back with each increasingly rapid stroke. The feel of it was astounding, begging him unmercifully for more, as he lifted Maddy higher and plummeted into her more rapidly. The passionate squeal this produced, from his lady-fair, drove him forward as she reached higher to meet him.

     Twas then, a wondrous feat occurred. His hot-blooded Maddy quivered around the entire length of his pud, gripping him harder each time he poked and withdrew, until she clutched him so hard inside her, he was forced to stop for a small moment. And in that moment Maddy’s inner sheath rippled with sharp throbs as she tensed like an arched bow and screamed with vibrant pleasure.

     "Maddy," he shouted, feeling her womanhood holding him like a fisted gauntlet.

     "Handsome Knight!" Maddy cried, gripping his hands where they held her thighs. Then her tense body sighed in release, relaxing around him as her emerald eyes grew languid and she said in a husky come hither voice, "Now I would ride you, my lover knight."

     "Christian," he said, even as his belly shook at her invitation. "My naming is Christian, fair Maddy."

     "Then use your brawny strength, handsome Christian, and lift me up as you lay back."

     Maddy smiled secretly to herself at her handsome knights youthful stamina. He would be ready to ply her loving portal again and again, she predicted. And when they were through and she had sated him beyond his young dreams and her own, she would offer him a place by her side as her protector. With her position, moderate wealth, and with Christian’s strong right arm wielding a powerful sword by her side, she predicted neither she nor Christian would have much worry over the Earl of Chester. As long as she and her handsome knight remained mute, and much to bed . . . therefore out of sight!