Ricky Fuld

Chapter Two.
The Baron Shags a Damsel 

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Baron Knobthrob and Baroness Labiaminora sat together at their morning meal below their raised seats stretched the long, heavy wooden table, loaded with coarse food - black bread, boiled cabbage, bacon, eggs, a great chine from a wild boar, sausages, such as we eat nowadays, and flagons and jars of beer and wine, Along the board sat ranged in the order of the household the followers and retainers. Four or five slatternly women and girls served the others as they fed noisily at the table, moving here and there behind the men with wooden or pewter dishes of food, now and then laughing at the jests that passed or joining in the talk. A huge fire blazed and crackled and roared in the great open fireplace, before which were stretched two fierce, shaggy, wolfish-looking hounds. Outside, the rain beat upon the roof or ran trickling from the eaves, and every now and then a chill draught of wind would breathe through the open windows of the great black dining-hall and set the fire roaring.

Along the dull-gray wall of stone hung pieces of armor, and swords and lances, and great branching antlers of the stag. Overhead arched the rude, heavy, oaken beams, blackened with age and smoke, and underfoot was a chill pavement of stone.

Upon Baron Knobthrob's shoulder leaned the pale, slender, yellow-haired Baroness, the only one in all the world with whom the fierce lord of Dragonspunk softened to gentleness, the only one upon whom his savage brows looked kindly, and to whom his harsh voice softened with love. As always her full bosom was on display and her hand gripped his erect member.

The Baroness was talking to her husband in a low voice, as he looked down into her pale face, with its gentle blue eyes.

"And wilt thou not, then," said she, "do that one thing for me?"

"Nay," he growled, in his deep voice, "I cannot promise thee never more to fuck the towns-people in the valley over yonder. How else could I live an' I did not enjoy the sport of thrust, fuck and sodomy?"

"Nay," said the Baroness, "thou couldst live as some others do, for all do not bugger the burgher folk as thou dost. Alas! mishap will come upon thee some day, and if thou shouldst be slain, what then would come of me?"

"Prut," said the Baron, "thy foolish fears" But he laid his rough, hairy hand softly upon the Baroness' head and stroked her yellow hair.

"For my sake, Knobthrob," whispered the Baroness.

A pause followed. The Baron sat looking thoughtfully down into the Baroness' face.

Baron Knobthrob didn't bother to reply as she pulled out his hard cock and planted a tiny kiss on the tip. Her open fronted forest green twill skirt gently swept her calves as she slowly started to circle one of the pavilion centre poles, undulating in a rhythm with the Medieval drums they could hear beating throughout the encampment.

 Raising one arm over her head, the Baroness moved her back against the pole, bending her knees to slide downwards like an exotic dancer. The drumming was joined by the skirling of pipes, along with some variety of stringed instrument in the background, as she untied the silken laces of her bodice, shrugging her shoulders so bodice and skirt fell upon the floor as one. Turning her back to him, the Baroness grasped the fabric of her embroidered chemise at her hips and, gathering it in her hands by inches at a time, lifted the hemline until it was over her hips.

 The Baroness looked back over her shoulder with her russet locks cascading over her face, winking wickedly as she reached beneath the lightweight garment and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of a pair of linen bloomer shorts. They were scantily styled and Baron Knobthrob certainly wasn't complaining.

 Keeping her legs straight with feet together, she bent from the waist, purposely framing a very spankable ass within the folds of her chemise. She knew that she had just given the Baron a glimpse of her eagerly waiting slit, as planned, hiding it again as she stood upright letting the hem of the undergown fall back to the floor. Clad only in a soft linen chemise, the Baroness prowled across the floor and stretched out full length on the pallet mattress of the rope bed, then waited to see what the Baron would do next.

 Taking his cue, Baron Knobthrob stood over her as he unclasped the brass penannular brooch that kept his plaid pinned to his shoulder, then loosed the light chain, casting it to one side. He unbuckled the wide red leather belt that was the only thing allowing the britches to resist the pull of gravity. They fell upon the floor in a shapeless heap, leaving him clad in just a thigh length shirt and his boots.

 Slipping the lower hem of her chemise smoothly up over her silky calves, Baron Knobthrob laid a trail of kisses from her ankles to her knees. His lips followed the garment as he lightly raised the sensuous ivory colored fabric still higher till it was gathered round her thighs. His heart was pounding like a war drum, he was waiting for the Baroness to make him stop at any moment, but she did nothing of the sort. The soft fabric slipped up around her slender waist as she lifted her hips, allowing his trail of slow, hot kisses to arrive at the juncture of her thighs.

 Baron Knobthrob paused for an instant, to gaze in appreciation upon an unexpected treasure that he found. Apparently her calves weren't the only part of her body that Lady Labiaminora kept silky smooth.

 "See something thou likest?" she whispered with a grin.

 Letting action speak louder than words, Baron Knobthrob gently parted her thighs, and began planting kisses all over her soft little pussy. The Baroness let out a hushed groan of happiness, as Baron Knobthrob's tongue began to explore her slit, making her dripping wet. She crossed her ankles around his shoulders, spreading her legs just a little wider to allow him greater access, beginning to writhe with pleasure as his lips danced over her slit.

 "Oh god, yes," she moaned, "Just like that."

 The Baroness felt her breathing grow ragged and heavy as a pulsing heat spread throughout her body. She slid her hands beneath her chemise to gently squeeze and caress her tits, gasping in ecstasy as Baron Knobthrob lightly parted her pussy lips to flick his tongue over her clit. Her stiff little button pulsated with delight, as her slim hips writhed lustily.

 "Not yet, my lord," she begged, "Slow down... Ungh... God damn, I think I'm gonna... Mmm... I'm gonna..."

 The Baroness felt her body let go, thrashing in ecstasy as Baron Knobthrob gently suckled at her clit, sending wave after wave of explosive color surging through her body. She squeezed her tits a little harder, prolonging the heat that was overwhelming her.

 "Oh baby... Mmm... I'm cumming," she whimpered, "Fuck yeah, just like that... Ungh, ungh, ungh!"

 As her body began to relax, The Baroness savoured the scent of her orgasm, bucking her hips lightly in reaction as Baron Knobthrob's tongue teased her oversensitive clit. After taking a moment to recover, she sat up and tangled her fingers lightly in the long wavy brown locks that fell over Baron Knobthrob's shoulders, and gently pulled him up till he faced her.

 "Sooth," she whispered, "'Twas fucking incredible!"

 "Wonderful," Baron Knobthrob grinned, "Glad thou enjoyed it."

 "Oh, I did," she replied, "But now it's my turn."

 She reached up to remove his shirt. The fine tunic was a cobalt blue through the body, with a puffed roll of white over each shoulder. It had white vambraces laced up over the forearms, and there was a matching ruffled jabot tied at the throat. Both the vambraces and jabot were trimmed in a silver braid, with a row of sapphire stones encircling each wrist, and a wrought silver and sapphire pendant hung from the throat.

 Deftly unpinning the sapphire pendant, she unlaced the vambraces, and pulled the tunic over his head and cast it to the floor. With a playful shove, she pressed him back onto the bed, then pulled away his leather boots and dropped them upon the straw as well. Kneeling upon the straw-covered floor beside his hips, the Baroness leaned towards him, gently pressing her soft lips against his own, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.

 Baron Knobthrob reached up with one hand, tangling his fingers through her own russet locks, as he drew her closer to him with the other. Her soft tits flattened up against his chest, as the shared warmth of their bodies spread through her embroidered chemise in hot waves.

 He heard her groan softly, as she hiked her chemise up round her hips and moved the weight of her body toward him, throwing an ivory thigh over his hips and taking his shaft in her hand. He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid moaning aloud as she placed the head of his cock against her wet slit. An instant later she settled her weight upon him, and her pink pussy lips spread around his cock, as she slid down his length til he bottomed out deep inside her velvet heat. His own struggles for silence were rendered pointless when the Baroness groaned loudly, clearly audible to any passerby outside of the pavilions canvas walls.

 Wanting more contact, the Baroness impatiently tore at her linen chemise, tugging it over her head and baring her soft young tits to Baron Knobthrob's touch. Rocking herself up and down on her knees, she whimpered with pleasure as he caressed them teasingly with the softest touches of the tips of his fingers, lightly circling her nipples with his thumbs. Her lean hips rose and fell in primal abandon as she slid her dripping slit up and down over Baron Knobthrob's thick stiffness, wildly fucking herself with his hard cock.

 Groaning in ecstasy, she held her tits, squeezing them as Baron Knobthrob slid his hands down to encircle her slender waist. Her clit ground hotly against him, throbbing at every contact, each time she thrust her silky smooth pussy down upon him. She began to moan, another orgasm looming closer with every instant. Baron Knobthrob pulled her close, so that her tits were slipping up and down over his chest with every motion.

 A moment more, and the Baron might have promised what his wife besought; a moment more, and he might have been saved all the bitter trouble that was to follow. But it was not to be.

Suddenly a harsh sound broke the quietness of all into a confusion of noises. Dong! Dong! - it was the great alarm-bell from Fatcock's Tower.

The Baron started at the sound. He sat for a moment or two with his hand clinched upon the arm of his seat as though about to rise, then he sunk back into his chair again.

All the others had risen tumultuously from the table, and now stood looking at him, awaiting his orders.

"For my sake, Knobthrob," said the Baroness again.

Dong! Dong! rang the alarm-bell. The Baron sat with his eyes bent upon the floor, scowling blackly.

The Baroness took his hand in both of hers. "For my sake," she pleaded, and the tears filled her blue eyes as she looked up at him, "do not go this time."

From the courtyard without came the sound of horses' hoofs clashing against the stone pavement, and those in the hall stood watching and wondering at this strange delay of the Lord Baron. Just then the door opened and one came pushing past the rest; it was the well endowed Browndick. He came straight to where the Baron sat, and, leaning over, whispered something into his master's ear.

"For my sake," implored the Baroness again; but the scale was turned. The Baron pushed back his chair heavily and rose to his feet. "Forward!" he roared, in a voice of thunder, and a great shout went up in answer as he strode clanking down the hall and out of the open door.

The Baroness covered her face with her hands and wept.

"Never mind, little bird," said old Flaptrap, the nurse, soothingly; "he will come back to thee again as he has come back to thee before."

But the poor young Baroness continued weeping with her face buried in her hands, because he had not done that thing she had asked.

A white young face framed in yellow hair looked out into the courtyard from a window above; but if Baron Knobthrob of Dragonspunk saw it from beneath the bars of his shining helmet, he made no sign.

"Forward," he cried again.

Down thundered the drawbridge, and away they rode with clashing hoofs and ringing armor through the gray shroud of drilling rain.

The day had passed and the evening had come, and the Baroness and her women sat beside a roaring fire. All were chattering and talking and laughing but two - the fair young Baroness and old Flaptrap; the one sat listening, listening, listening, the other sat with her chin resting in the palm of her hand, silently watching her young mistress.

Flaptrap's cunt and butt were very much as tempting as the Baroness hoped. Her light brown complexion made the sweat pouring down her skin seem quite sexy. Evidently, she found the Baroness's pale pussy and ass just as delightful.

Instinctively, Flaptrap lay on her back and let the Baroness sit on her face. She started kissing and sucking her servant's outer lips. Her clit didn't wait long for some attention, either. As hard as it proved to be, she focused on servicing her mistress's womanhood.

Nevertheless, it was difficult to concentrate on such things when this siren did so well at applying her tongue to her sex. The Baroness seemed to locate her most sensitive areas with incredible speed, greedily sucking on her private parts. Her tongue even lingered near Flaptrap's backdoor, tantalizing her with the notion of anilingus.

This kind of oral pleasure prompted Flaptrap to reciprocate. Such a delectable butt-crack deserved to be rimmed, anyway. She moved her tongue and mouth toward the Baroness's sphincter, causing the woman's crotch to dampen. She found herself completely absorbed in this act for several minutes.

The two of them were so caught up in eating each other that they didn't realize that the banquet had been placed on the table early for a change. They began to eat the feat. The pie was extremely good, of course, but the Baroness wanted to add it to their previous fun.

'I want to eat some sausage from thy pie, mistress! Not to mention cheese, black olives, and bell peppers. Also, I wouldst like thee to eat them from mine. They'll be a little suspect, but thou shouldst have no problem with it. Also, we'll get it off each other quickly. Here, thou takest off the toppings of this slice and place them on my breasts," she commanded.

Flaptrap did as she was told, placing the sausage, cheese, olives, and peppers on the Baroness's bosom. She even put some tomato sauce on her, licking it off her tits. The combined taste of the toppings and the Baroness's flesh was incredible. She savored both very much, as the woman did the feeling of her mouth and tongue on her breasts.

"Eat the crust now," The Baroness ordered her.

"Yes, Mistress," Flaptrap obeyed, finishing off the bread.

"I like to hear that! You'll call me that whenever we fuck, right?" she demanded.

"But, of course," the servant agreed.

"Good. Now, put some more toppings on my pussy and clean them off. I wouldst like thee to lick EVERYTHING off, including my juices," she instructed her.

Flaptrap complied with that command as well. She found that the Baroness's cunt tasted even better with the additional flavors and textures of sausage, peppers, olives, cheese and sauce. The fluids from her mistress's orgasmic reaction didn't hurt, either. She swallowed all of it and relished the taste.

"Now, put the crust between my cheeks and eat it directly from my crack," the Baroness told her.

Flaptrap promptly devoured the bread from the Baroness's ass, getting the flavor of her bottom as well. Her sweat, mixed with the grease from the crust, was a potent compound. It excited and aroused her, as well as being a culinary pleasure. She caught herself rimming the Baroness's butt after consuming the bread, which caused her mistress to climax again.

"My turn, serf," the Baroness commanded her, spreading some garlic sauce and pizza toppings all over Flaptrap.

It was hot, just as her mistress had warned her, but Flaptrap hardly minded that. She felt even hotter from the sensation of her mistress's mouth and tongue on her body. The idea of someone using her skin as a dinner plate stimulated her beyond her expectation.

Things steamed up even more when the Baroness put a jalapeno pepper between Flaptrap's ass cheeks and wolfed it down directlyfrom her butt. Then, she poured some soda along the same path and drank it from her crack. This act pushed her past the edge and she climaxed at last.

"Oh, FUUUUCK my ASSSS! That was amazing!" she screamed.

The night was falling gray and chill, when suddenly the clear notes of a bugle rang from without the castle walls. The young Baroness started, and the rosy light flashed up into her pale cheeks.

"Yes, good," said old Flaptrap; "the red fox has come back to his den again, and I warrant he brings a fat town goose in his mouth; now we'll have fine clothes to wear, and thou another gold chain to hang about thy pretty neck."

The young Baroness laughed merrily at the old woman's speech. "This time," said she, "I will choose a string of pearls like that one my aunt used to wear, and which I had about my neck when Knobthrob first saw me."

Minute after minute passed; the Baroness sat nervously playing with a bracelet of golden beads about her wrist. "How long he stays," said she.

"Yes," said Flaptrap; "but it is not cousin wish that holds him by the coat."

As she spoke, a door banged in the passageway without, and the ring of iron footsteps sounded upon the stone floor. Clank! Clank! Clank!

The Baroness rose to her feet, her face all alight. The door opened; then the flush of joy faded away and the face grew white, white, white. One hand clutched the back of the bench whereon she had been sitting, the other hand pressed tightly against her side.

It was Browndick who stood in the doorway, and black trouble sat on his brow; all were looking at him waiting.

"Knobthrob," whispered the Baroness, at last. "Where is Knobthrob? Where is thy master?" and even her lips were white as she spoke.

The one-eyed Browndick said nothing.

Just then came the noise of men's voices in the corridor and the shuffle and scuffle of feet carrying a heavy load. Nearer and nearer they came, and Browndick stood aside. Six men came struggling through the doorway, carrying a litter, and on the litter lay the great Baron Knobthrob. The flaming torch thrust into the iron bracket against the wall flashed up with the draught of air from the open door, and the light fell upon the white face and the closed eyes, and showed upon his body armor a great red stain that was not the stain of rust.

Suddenly Flaptrap cried out in a sharp, shrill voice, "Catch her, she falls!"

It was the Baroness.

Then the servant turned fiercely upon Browndick. "Thou fool!" she cried, "why didst thou bring him here? Thou hast killed thy lady!"

"I did not know," said Browndick, stupidly.

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