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Tamsyn - 5
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

Having defeated the bandits, Tamsyn faces another 
trial from a false knght armed with drugs. (Mf, nc, 
rp, v, inc)

***

PART 5: Tamsyn's Demon Lover

Tamsyn awoke and stretched, feeling wonderful and 
smiling happily to herself as she reached up and 
arched toward the canopy of her father's wide bed, 
hunching her shoulders and rotating right and left to 
scratch her back, inhaling deeply and then sighing, 
thoroughly refreshed despite the soreness of her 
battered vulva. On her left, lying on his side, was 
Roth, her fierce knight who had exhausted himself in 
her not six hours ago. She looked at his well-muscled 
back and the swell of his mounded shoulders. She 
tingled at the memory of Roth beheading the two 
captured outlaws and of his massive member throbbing 
in her body and of him sobbing with pleasure as he 
exploded in her repeatedly.

And on her other side, there lay brave Gregory on his 
back, the captain of her guards, a man who had killed 
for her more than once. She and he had concocted the 
plan that sucked in the foul outlaws and then left 
them to the mercy of outraged yeomen, determined 
farmers trained and armed by the men of her manor. The 
threatened menace had disappeared in a brief but 
bloody melee the previous afternoon. 

Tamsyn peeled back the covers and gasped for Gregory's 
proud cock stood hard and long, arched above his flat 
belly and quivering with need. She had enjoyed it many 
times, but she had seldom looked at it in the 
daylight; it was a most impressive tool, the size of a 
common hoe handle, its shaft surely as wide as her 
wrist and the head much like a ripe plum.

Tamsyn put her hand on it and stroked the smooth, warm 
skin all the way down to his clenched stones in their 
wrinkled sack. She felt her pussy tremble although 
surely not in need for she and her knights had spent 
several hours, well into the dark, breaking their 
sexual fast and feasting on each other freely and 
mercilessly, often all three at once. The young woman 
swung a leg over Gregory's loins and lifted his stiff 
manhood so she could impale herself on it. 

The man's eyes popped open and he smiled up at her as 
she wiggled on his cockhead, trying to force it 
through her vagina's stubborn guardian muscles and 
actually bending his horn. She grunted with effort as 
her puffy folds refused to spread.

"Good morning, my lady," Gregory said, grasping the 
lush female at her wide hips and pulling her down on 
his thick ramrod, filling her completely with his 
massive member and jolting her full breasts up and 
down.

"Good morning, yourself, lazy bones," she said, 
bending to kiss his nose and then present a nipple to 
his lips as she ground upward on his hard body. They 
fit together like matched pieces of a tireless 
machine, his piston in her cylinder.

"It worked," Gregory said after releasing her breast 
from his mouth, "your plan worked."

"Our plan, good knight, our plan worked with the help 
of a lot of brave men and boys. I'll never forget what 
their foul leader looked like when he saw that his 
band of killers was outnumbered more than two to one 
and surrounded by angry people with sharp-pointed 
weapons. His face turned to whey, and I'm sure he wet 
himself."

"Twenty-six of them, and not one escaped," moaned 
Gregory, closing his eyes with pleasure as Tamsyn's 
body massaged and squeezed his thrusting cock. "Can't 
you remember? I'm not a knight."

"You're my knight," she said, sitting up straight and 
bringing his big paws to her firm breasts, "my true 
and brave knight." His hard hands on her sensitive 
nipples was one of her prime joys.

"I wonder how young Robert is doing?" he said as she 
began slowly rising and then falling on his rod and 
smacking them together with his knees raised at her 
back and her knees planted on his ribs.

"I've heard a few moans," Tamsyn said, feeling a flow 
of swelling pleasure that presaged her climax. 
"Roxanne will be gentle with him, I'm sure."

His testicles churning, Gregory rolled his mistress 
over, grasped the headboard of her father's huge bed 
and accelerated his rutting until he came with a roar, 
shaking the high canopy above them as he lifted the 
young woman up on her shoulders.

That woke Roth, who turned over to see Gregory arched 
above their lady, his mouth open and eyes closed in 
relief and pleasure. The big man shuddered as Tamsyn 
held him to her with her strong knees and gritted her 
teeth as fissions of pleasure washed over her. When 
Gregory rolled off the girl, sighing and gasping for 
air, Tamsyn turned toward Roth and smiled.

"Good morning, brave fellow," she said. "I hope you 
slept well."

She lay on her back, legs spread and raised her arms 
to him, her folds oozing pearly jism. He mounted at 
once, iron hard and fire hot, and she hugged him to 
her as his curved lance entered her steaming and cum-
filled gash. The man arched up and moved immediately 
into fast and furious humping, smashing their eager 
bodies together as Tamsyn wound her legs about his 
middle, pressed his buttocks with her heels and 
squealed with joy. Their conjoined groins were soon 
swamplike.

An hour later, thoroughly sated, the three of them 
broke their fast and then Tamsyn sent Roth out to help 
the tenant farm families and crofters prepare to 
return to their homes. She and Gregory talked of the 
several sadly empty and partly burned farmsteads 
needing to be restored and then he went to check on 
the wall and gates that had suffered some damage from 
the outlaws' assault.

The sun was high in the winter haze by the time 
Tamsyn's youngest knight stumbled down to eat, 
supported by Roxanne's slim arm and wearing just his 
long-tailed shirt and soft boots, a bandage about his 
thick thigh and another about his forehead. Tamsyn sat 
with the loving pair, sent Roxanne off to some 
household duties and then examined the man's wounds 
and tossed away the head bandage as unneeded. 

"You were lucky," she said to him.

"Indeed," he said with a smile, "for I thought that 
fair girl was going to kill me with love last night, 
eviscerate me, emasculate me."

Tamsyn laughed. "I meant the outlaws."

"They were nothing compared to her. I was an innocent 
boy yesterday, but I am a man today, a sated and 
emptied man at that."

Within a week life had returned to normal at the manor 
and new families and skilled workmen had been sent out 
to prepare the outlying farms for the winter so that 
they would be ready come springtime. On one of those 
warm December days when the sun chose to break through 
the ever-present clouds, a tall knight on a 
caparisoned horse rode through the gate about mid-
morning and asked where the lord of the manor might be 
found.

The old pikeman pointed at the manor house with its 
turret tower and said, "Lady of the manor, if you 
please, sir."

The knight stroked his mustache and smiled, knowing he 
had found the place he sought. His goal was to become, 
as soon as possible, the master of this rich domain, 
of all the acres, fields and farms he had just ridden 
through, and he was prepared to use any means to 
obtain his goal. As he dismounted and turned his big 
horse over to a groom, he mentally rehearsed his 
story, a tale he had concocted after learning of 
Tamsyn at the earl's table in Westminister. The old 
man had bragged of her beauty and hinted that he had 
lain with her, the vain fool.

He dusted his clothes, removed his gauntlets and was 
announced at Tamsyn's door. She rose to meet him, 
seeing a tall and well-dressed man of middle years 
with a handsome face and a sturdy body. The man wiped 
at his mustache and bowed, introducing himself as Sir 
Manfred of Normandy and presented good wishes from the 
Earl of Westminster along with a sealed letter.

Tamsyn set the letter aside and waved the tall man to 
a chair, rang her tiny bell and ordered food and 
drink. "I was told you were having an outlaw problem 
and came to offer my services," said the man, glancing 
at the woman's impressive library.

"I thank you, but that problem has been solved. Our 
forest has been purged of those scum."

"Indeed, and what or who drove them out?"

Tamsyn told him of the fight and its outcome, and the 
knight made approving sounds and knowing nods. He was 
aroused by the young woman's lush beauty as well as 
becoming envious of her home and servants, all of 
which he planned to make his. In his long career as a 
seducer of young woman, he could not recall one so 
fair and voluptuous. His manhood tingled, and he 
decided to move on her at once.

Tamsyn invited him to join her knights for a meal and 
to spend the night and then suggested he might enjoy 
wandering about the keep for she had some work to do. 
He took his leave with a bow and graceful gesture.

At their afternoon meal Sir Manfred traded tales and 
jests with Roth and Robert, who was still hobbling 
about on his wounded leg and still enjoying the 
vigorous nursing Roxanne provided him. The Norman 
laughed politely at their stories and praised their 
utter destruction of the outlaw band. The meal lasted 
much longer than usual and by its end the tall knight 
had ingratiated himself with everyone at table except 
Gregory, who, for reasons he could not name, took an 
instant dislike to his fancy clothes and overwrought 
manners.

Tamsyn and Manfred went riding out that afternoon and 
visited two of the burned farms where restoration was 
underway. They chatted amiably and the knight admired 
the young woman's horsemanship and soon longed to 
spend time between her strong thighs. On the way back 
to the manor they paused to rest their horses and let 
them drink at a small stream.

"How is it you have not wed?" asked Manfred. "If I may 
ask."

"You may," she said with a smile, finding it pleasant 
to sit beside such a handsome man in such fine 
weather. "I have a brother who is in school, and when 
he is of age, I will turn over all my father's lands 
to him and then start my own life."

He stroked his chin. "But surely, a young woman has 
needs, human needs as we all do."

She smiled at him, surprised by his boldness. "I've 
never found that a problem."

He stood, reached down and offered her a hand and when 
she rose, he pulled her to him and kissed her well and 
warmly. Tamsyn rested in his embrace and kissed him 
back briefly and then twisted loose, accepted his help 
to mount and they rode to her home with little 
conversation on the way.

That night, when Manfred crept down the hall to 
Tamsyn's chamber, intent on seduction or rape, he 
paused at her doorway and listened to the unmistakable 
sounds of coital exuberance while he stroked his hot 
manhood. The pair inside seemed tireless so he 
retreated to his room and slept, disappointed but 
still determined.

The next morning at the end of breakfast, he managed 
to slip a potion into Tamsyn's unfinished drink and 
then watch her quaff it down. He asked her for a tour, 
and she accepted his arm and led him through the 
halls, pointing out the paintings of ancestors and 
noblewomen as well as the shields and ancient weapons. 
Halfway up the stairs, near the picture of her father, 
she stumbled and leaned on the wall, feeling flushed 
and faint.

"M'lady," said Manfred, pleased the drug had workd so 
fast, "are you ill?"

She made to speak but found she could say nothing with 
her thick tongue and let the man lead her to her room. 
She stumbled to her bed and the tall knight poured her 
out a cup of water and added a pinch of white powder 
to it from the pouch at his belt. He sat beside her, 
held up her shoulders, and she sipped, feeling very 
dizzy and disoriented.

Manfred chuckled, poured the draught down the girl's 
throat, ignored her sputtering and then stood and 
quickly disrobed, already tumescent. When he was quite 
bare, and his cock fully rigid, he made sure the door 
was locked and then set about removing Tamsyn's 
clothes. The young woman was both limp and strangely 
cooperative, flopping her head from side to side, and 
pulling her arms from her puffy sleeves as she mumbled 
nonsense, her eyes unfocused.

When she was down to her shift, the knight rolled her 
over, got her up on her knees, crouched behind her and 
drove his long, hard cock up into her overheated 
cunny. She had been stimulated by the two drugs, the 
second of which, he had been assured, was a powerful 
aphrodisiac especially compounded for use by young 
women. The apothecary told him it would make the 
female's cunny itch for friction. She was hot and 
dripping, tight and deep, and Manfred was snorting and 
thrusting mercilessly within moments. The girl gasped 
and moved in concert with his deep penetrations, her 
mind nearly blank.
 
Tamsyn, not sure where she was or who was using her, 
bent her head to her pillow and took the pounding the 
big man was giving her as her due, as fulfilling some 
sort of need, as what she wanted, had to have, but she 
did not enjoy it and part of her mind longed to call a 
halt, recalling her foul brother's usage of her virgin 
body. Holding her hips and rutting like a demon, 
Manfred soon came in her depths, pulled free of her 
cloying grip and then forced her to sit up and clean 
his prick with her mouth, barely conscious of what she 
was doing.

Then he let her fall, moaning, her face smeared with 
his spend, and covered her up, sure she would sleep 
for several hours. He dressed and was about to leave 
when there was a tap at the door and he opened it to 
admit Roxanne with a folded message in her hand.

"Oh," said the fair girl, looking up at the knight and 
blinking, "I didn't know..." She looked past him. "Is 
my lady?" she asked.

"She felt ill," Manfred said, taking the letter and 
leading Roxanne out of Tamsyn's chamber. "Where is 
your room?"

"Just there, right next to hers," he said, feeling 
fear for the man's grip was almost painful.

Manfred pushed her into the room, barred the door and 
produced the half-filled vial from his pocket. He 
grabbed the girl by her long blonde hair, pulled back 
her head and poured the liquid down her throat as she 
struggled futilely. Then he ripped off her gown, 
pushed her face down on her bed, opened his cod piece 
and stroked his still riled cock.

Roxanne, the drug still working its way through her 
veins, struggled and protested. Manfred pushed her 
face down on the mattress to silence her and raped her 
anus violently, tearing her open and battering his way 
into her virgin hole and inviolate interior. She 
gasped for breath and waved her arms weakly, but he 
ignored her efforts, held her head down with both 
hands and used her body, ramming over and over until 
he finally ejaculated again. He let go of her and she 
slid to the floor, lips blue, eyes fluttering, 
unconscious.

Manfred kicked her to assure himself that she still 
lived for he had enjoyed fucking her and planned to do 
it again.  He left her there, drugged and abused, and 
went back into Tamsyn's room. She slept soundly so he 
perched by her head and whispered, over and over, "It 
is Manfred you love, Manfred you love." After ten 
minutes or so, he got some water and then repeated the 
performance by the deeply drugged young woman, telling 
her that she loved him and wanted to marry him.

That evening, Manfred met Roth at Tamsyn's door and 
told him that his lady was busy. He said it with a 
smile for he had drugged her and raped again, glorying 
in her lush body, and was implanting the idea that she 
should wed him at once. He brought Roxanne to the big 
bed and by using another drug himself was able to 
enjoy both young women before he slept between their 
insensate bodies.

In the dawn he gave Roxanne another dose of the 
tincture that made her tractable and open to 
suggestion, fucked her anus until she begged him to 
stop and then he sent her to fetch a priest, telling 
her that he and Tamsyn were to be wed at once.

Once Roxanne had left on her mission, her mind 
buzzing, he roused the lovely Tamsyn. "Come," he said 
to her after slapping her face back and forth, "come, 
one last day and then you may go to your reward in 
heaven." He roused her, ravaged her, drugged her and 
then had her dress in her finery; in the palest ivory 
gown she owned and convinced her that she had agreed 
to marry him.

When Gregory knocked, Manfred, quite sure of himself 
admitted him and told the startled man that Tamsyn and 
he were to wed that very day. "I do not believe it," 
Gregory said. "This is wrong." He looked at his liege 
lady and asked her, "Is this what you want, my lady?"

She nodded, her face slack. "Yes, yes," she said. "I 
must marry Manfred. I love him. I love him."

"What is this?" Gregory asked, spying the unopened 
letter on Tamsyn's table.

"Oh that," said the Norman knight, "it is my letter of 
introduction from the Earl of Westminster. She never 
looked at it."

Roxanne, confused and puzzled, arrived with the local 
priest, who looked mystified. Gregory stepped back, 
popped the wax seal and opened the folded letter. The 
message was very brief. It said, "do not trust this 
man." He drew his blade, smiling.

After the foul man's dead body had been dismembered 
and cast to the dogs, his head impaled by the gate, it 
took the household nearly a month to recover and 
understand what had happened.

Continued in part 6...

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