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A Medieval Tale
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

A young man earns a rich reward for rescuing a damsel 
in distress. (Mf, ped, v, rom, hist)

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I heard her screaming before I saw anything and 
hurried up the hill, pulling an arrow from my soft 
quiver. There were two of them; large men, one still a 
horse and the other at the fancy carriage, tearing at 
a struggling girl's clothes. A small body lay on the 
ground. My first shot went deep into the would-be 
rapist's back and my second flew high and hit the 
rider in the throat. I put another in him and knocked 
him off his mount. 

The girl was on her knees, bodice torn wide open, and 
she was trying to revive a young boy as I knelt and 
cut the throat of the man who had been attacking her. 
She looked up. "He tried to save me."

I went to a knee, listened to the child's chest and 
then picked him up and put him in the carriage. "Just 
knocked out, I think," I told her, startled by her 
beauty and knowing I had seen her before. "He'll be 
all right I'm sure."

She nodded and hugged me, bare breasts against my 
leather shirt.

I patted her back and then helped her up to the 
driver's seat where a body lay slumped. I pulled the 
dead man down and put his body in the carriage as 
well.

"They had guns, pistols, shot him; poor old man," she 
said, holding her dress together as I checked the 
bodies for purses and yanked out my bloody arrows.

I drove and she sat beside me, silent for a good 
while. "That's my brother, down in there, he tried to 
defend me. That man clubbed him down with his pistol, 
the one pawing at me."

"I think he'll recover. My name's William; I'm called 
Bill. I'm from the clan Gregor."

"Beatrice," she said, "Beatrice de More. I'm sure 
you've heard of my father."

"Indeed," I said. He was, by far, the richest man in 
the county, perhaps in the whole region while my 
family had, I'm sure, more acres and more tenants if 
you count my uncles and cousins. But De More had gold, 
pirate gold it was said.

We reached her home within the hour and found her 
brother awake but still groggy. I helped him stumble 
into the kitchen and the girl followed.

Soon they both disappeared, and I found myself in the 
library with her corpulent father, trying to explain 
what had happened.

"Lucky you came along," he said after pouring me some 
wine.

"She gave a good account of herself but he was a lot 
bigger."

"Aye, I'm sure. She's much too pretty, that one."

"Indeed, sir, a beauty. Is she spoken for, promised?" 
The idea simply jumped into my mouth before I had 
really thought about it.

He arched an eyebrow. "Interesting question. No, she 
free of encumbrances and has a fine, substantial dowry 
as well as her maidenhead." He smiled. "I'd like to 
see her wed. Hard to have two women in the same house, 
and I've a fresh, new wife."

'Then I would ask your permission to court her, for I 
am in need of a wife."

"Your family has land, I believe."

I nodded. "A great deal. I can support her well, but 
not in such a fine house as this."

"You may speak to her. She is willful. I will wish you 
luck."

"How old is she, sir?"

He sniffed. "Not sure, fifteen or sixteen I suppose. 
Ask her. Here she is."

She swished in with her long hair neatly combed, 
dressed in a simple gown of gray wool with a deep 
curve across her pale bosom which displayed the valley 
between her high breasts.

"We were talking about you," said her father. "This 
fool would like to marry you." He laughed.

She looked at me, licked her lips and said, "Really?"

"To court you, Miss. So that you might get to know 
me." I bowed. "And I you, of course."

"I know you are brave and strong. But you are hardly 
my idea of a handsome knight, my girlish dream. You 
look the part of a ruffian I fear, a potter perhaps or 
smithy. Come dine with us and I will judge your table 
manners and ability to converse. I can grant that, at 
least." She gave me a small smile. "I already have 
many suitors, a legion of them."

So I sat beside her at the meal, admiring her nearly 
bared chest, and trying to keep up my end of the 
chatter and ignore the aroused state of my male 
member.

When we were done, she took me aside. "Now I have 
another test or two before I agree to be courted. 
Come."

She led me up to a spacious bedroom with windows that 
looked out over a lake and introduced me to her 
handmaids, two sturdy young women who curtsied 
gracefully. 'This is Jean and that is Jan," she said. 
"My maids and confidants. I would like to watch you, 
ah what word should I use, yes, copulate, make 
physical love to them and then have them tell me 
whether or not you are worth considering." She gave me 
a brief smile. "I need a vigorous lover."

"And you intend to watch?"

She grinned and nodded.

"A stern test indeed." I turned to the maids and asked 
which would be first. The one called Jan wriggled out 
of her gown, shed her shoes and hopped up on the high 
bed in her lacy chemise.

I sat, pulled off my jerkin and boots and then my 
tight britches and followed, bare as the day I was 
born and reasonably aroused, long and hard and curved 
a bit upward, my weapon ready for the test. I heard a 
gasp as my thick root became more excited but ignored 
it and grasped and kissed the girl offered to me. "Has 
she done this before?" I whispered after we kissed.

She shook her head and kissed me back.

I was gentle and thorough in arousing her, and she was 
soon wet and warm in her private folds so I mounted 
and eased my stiff cock into her tight valley. She 
arched and gasped as it penetrated slowly until I was 
fully engaged, my ball sack buried in her, and she was 
thoroughly engorged, whimpering and squeezing her eyes 
closed. My stalk is, I must admit, longer, wider and 
harder than most, so I had been told on several 
occasions. I had enjoyed several amorous complaints 
although I fear I brag when I say it.

I started slowly with long, steady stokes, aware that 
the luscious girl was watching. Soon she was matching 
my movements with hip surges of her own and then she 
squealed and climaxed, beating on the covers with her 
fists, liquefying within. I rolled off and lay on my 
back with my rod standing proudly, straight up and 
dripping, a tower of blood-hot flesh, its sloping head 
almost purple. 

The other maid, still fully clothed, her corset 
unlaced, swung a leg over my loins and mounted, 
wiggled me into her, leaned forward and rode me hard, 
bringing her heavy dugs to my mouth, bouncing until 
she was satisfied and flopping down on my body, 
sobbing.

Still aroused and proud of my cock which still stood 
high before me after I managed to free myself, its 
head nearly at my navel, I found my clothes and sat to 
dress. The fair girl was quickly beside me and took my 
manhood in her small hand. She could not get her 
fingers all the way about it.

"You didn't spurt, did you?"

I smiled and shook my head, pulling my jacket on.

"That isn't fair," she said, holding back her fine 
hair and bending to suck my cock head and knead my 
stones. I was shocked as well as pleased.

One of her maids came and knelt between my legs. The 
girl sat up and the maid all but swallowed my prick, 
bobbing up and down until I trembled and ejaculated in 
her mouth, holding her head to my groin. The girl 
beside me moaned in her throat.

The maid sat back on her haunches, smiling and licking 
her lips. "He will do, miss, you can trust me on 
that."

Beatrice smiled, thanked and dismissed her maids and 
came to sit on my lap after I had dressed and put my 
well-satisfied member away.

We kissed and I fondled her breasts and patted her 
lean thigh.

"Legions of suitors?" I asked arching an eyebrow.

"A battalion, an army if you will" she answered, 
kissing me open mouthed and stiff tongued.

When my lips were free, I asked, "And may I join your 
company?"

"In the lowest rank, I fear, a mere novice who must 
wait his turn." She kissed me again.

"When shall we wed?" I asked her.

"This evening, I think, if the minister can be found."

"A long wait," I said, getting to my feet with her in 
my arms. I carried her to her bed and rolled in beside 
her, still bootless.

She pushed me away, laughing. "No, no, you must wait, 
sir. I am a true virgin and will not be boarded or 
trifled with. Go your way and take that ugly thing 
with you."

"Oh my," I said mournfully, my cods in my hand, "you 
have hurt its feelings. It droops. Look at it."

"I cannot," she said, turning her back to me. "It's 
much too ugly.

I tossed her dress up and eased my rod between her 
thighs. "Ah, see, it wants you, wants to be loved, to 
be petted."

She palmed its head. "Really, William M'Gregor, you 
must wait. Just a few hours if my father will permit, 
and I think he will be happy to have me gone."

And, as the stories go, they lived happily ever after.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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