Fetters of Velvet {Uther} (mF m1st) 

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                        Fetters of Velvet 
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


 "We have fetters of iron there against the wall," the 
guard said. "But we're ordered to not put them on thee.  Here's a 
bed; there's a fire.  The baron will send more comforts down, I'm 
sure." 

They disappeared up the ladder.  The floor was at least two 
manheights above him, and the trap about four fingerbreadths 
thick.  If he got up there, and they'd remove the ladder soon, 
he'd confront at least two guards, armed, armored, and probably 
experienced in war for longer than the fourteen years he'd been 
alive.  And they'd stripped him of weapons and armor.  After 
that, he'd be in the great hall of a castle.  It would be 
occupied by armed knights unless there were an attack on the 
walls at that precise time.  And how was he supposed to know when 
an attack occurred?  On the other hand, the walls around him were 
stone --  solid enough to support the entire weight of a keep. 
Yards thick, and he had no tool for excavation. 

The chimney had to be a weak point.  He checked.  It was hard 
to see, but it narrowed to about the width of his head well 
before it reached the next level.  Certainly, it was narrower 
than either his hips or his shoulders and had to be a longer 
climb than ten manheights. 

There was a noise from the ladder.  A servant girl was 
descending with some clothes over her arms.  Her skirt was long 
enough to be decent, but his vantage from below as she backed 
down the ladder let him see her thighs almost to where they 
joined. 

When she reached the floor, the guards raised the ladder. Then 
they lowered several cauldrons of water and closed the trap door. 
"Highness," she said, and dropped a pretty curtsy.  Now that he 
looked at her face, that was pretty, too. 

"'Highness,'" he mocked.  "I'm a captive." 

"And, highness, I am a slave.  But thou art the son of a king 
and I am the daughter of a slave." 

"Very well, what wouldst thou have me do?" 

"I was ordered to bathe highness, and obey thy orders." 

"Which is it?" 

"I shall obey thy orders.  Does highness not wish to 
bathe?" 

"If thou wouldst obey my orders, get me out of here." 

"I shall obey thy orders, so far as I can.   Does highness not 
wish to bathe?  I have a clean guest robe as well." 

Refusing the bath would be silly.  She poured much of the 
water into a bath, put one cauldron over the fire, and helped him 
off with his clothes.  She handed him a linen cloth and used 
another to scrub his back.  When he stood, she scrubbed his legs.  
Her hands went much higher than his servants', even his men 
servants', had.  As she rinsed him off with the hotter water from 
the last cauldron, it splashed on her, revealing the shape of her 
breasts. 

When he stepped out of the bath, she dried him with yet 
another cloth, rubbing his face, his hair, his torso.  When she'd 
got low on the torso, instead of handing him the cloth, she 
knelt. Looking down, he could see the outline of her breasts -- 
her very nipples -- through the wet cloth of her tunic.  She 
patted his raging erection as though it had been his arm.  Then 
her hair brushed over it while she wiped off his legs. 

Loyal Sir Robert had always made sure that he didn't annoy his 
father's servants.  His enemies certainly wouldn't give him 
access to this woman.  Oh, how he wanted her, though -- wanted 
someone.  "Wilt thou obey my orders?" he asked. 

"In so far as I can." 

"Comest with me."  The bed was standing not too far from the 
fire. 

"As Highness orders.  Dost thou wish me without this 
tunic?" 

Could he?  "Yes."  At his bedside, she removed the tunic and 
dropped it on the floor.  Her only remaining clothing was a 
loincloth.  He stared at her breasts until she drew his head to 
them.  So much for being under his orders, but he was not about 
to object.  He'd wanted to taste a woman's breast for so long, 
and the taste was sweeter than he could have imagined.  When she 
lay down, he lay down beside her, leaning over to continue the 
kisses.  When he stroked her leg, she removed the loincloth. 

Suddenly, he clasped her between the legs.  "Gently," she 
said. Gently, he stroked her there, just where he'd wanted to 
feel some woman for months.  She was damp, and she opened her 
legs so his hand could feel more of her dampness.  Suddenly, his 
erection was so hard it hurt.  "Kneelest between my legs, 
highness," she said. 

He climbed between her legs, knelt there.  "Liest on me," she 
said reaching between their bodies with both hands.  When her 
fingers grasped him, he almost exploded.  Before he did, though, 
she'd guided him against her dampness. 

He entered that damp warmth.  It closed all about him as he 
slid smoothly inside.  When he was so far inside that his groin 
pressed against her hands, he moved back.  This felt even better, 
but his lust was rising.  When he pressed forwards again, he met 
not her hands but her belly. 

He couldn't control himself.  He thrust forward again, though 
he was completely inside, and spewed and spewed. 

She tightened her thighs around his and her arms around his 
torso.  "Liest on me," she said.  This order was as easy to 
follow as her earlier ones.  The experience had been bliss, 
paradise.  And sometime, sometime soon, he'd like to do it 
again. 


The end
Fetters of Velvet
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2003/09/03
2004/04/15
2010/0726


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