All characters are adults and 18 years or older.
This one is a bit more focused on getting right to the smut :)
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The summer heat caused shimmering waves to dance along the road and I once again wiped the sweat from my brow. The sun beat down on me, but I kept walking. After walking to the next treeline I paused, gently tugging at the reins on Daisy's bridal and leading her to a patch of shade. My horse, Daisy snorted beside me and nuzzled my neck, the saddlebags jingling on her back. I led her to some
"Easy girl," I said, patting her on the nose. She wasn't a very large horse but she never left my side and was much stronger than she appeared. Daisy poked my shoulder, insistently. I paused for a moment and took an apple out of one of the saddlebags and offered it to her; she took delicate bites, carefully avoiding my hand and munched away. It would have been a lazy day if I wasn't in the middle of traveling, but a knight without a lord is a knight without a home.
I heard the thundering of horses.
I heard the whooping yells and wild whistling.
My blood ran cold; I have heard this warcry before. It was wild and spoke of the worst type of violence.
Daisy neighed and I struggled to untangle the knots and buckles of the saddlebags; they were too heavy for her to run with and I fumbled to take them off. It was too late though, I saw them emerge from the bend.
A woman in a green and white dress led five men. Then I saw the look of panic on her face and the arrow buried in her shoulder.
I grabbed my sword from Daisy's saddle and drew it, crouching down behind a tree; she instinctively stepped further off the path; like me she was no stranger to violence. I waited and hoped that they wouldn't spot Daisy; she was disciplined and just as much a veteran as me, so I knew she wouldn't panic and give away our position.
When I heard the fierce sound of hooves almost upon me, I stepped out, allowing the woman in green to pass and swung my sword upward, hitting the next rider. With an explosion of gore the tip of my blade sliced through his left arm and half of his chest. I saw his eyes widen with surprise as he slipped back and toppled from his mount, blood fountaining from his stump and chest. The next rider was upon me, I cleaved again, this time taking his leg. His horse screamed as my blade bit into its flank and leaped wildly away, smashing into the other riders, sending them all tumbling to the ground. I needed to keep this short or I would find myself surrounded, these were not men who would show quarter.
They rose far quicker then I would have liked, wicked blades gleam in the sunlight and the day suddenly feels much colder. I thought they would be dazed or at least a little slowed from the tumble, but they just look mad.
The first issued a wordless scream and charged at me, swinging madly and I managed to block with my gauntlet that I fortunately decided to wear today, despite the heat. I pierced his chest and leapt backward barely in time, a moment later and I would have been a head shorter. This one is grinning. He wielded two mismatched axes and what he lacked in technique he made up for in raw power and speed. I blocked his attacks, my hands were jarred each time our weapons connected and he kept pressing me back. The last bandit flanked to my left and I knew that I was going to lose, I couldn't fight them from two angles and so I made my last attempt.
I blocked his first attack with my sword and swiftly drew my dirk, plunging it into his chest and pressing forward with all my strength, trying to get some distance between me and the last attacker. Even as he was dying he just laughed and then I stumbled and realized why : His second ax was buried deep into my left slide. I felt the last blade slam into my back, the air literally was pushed from my lungs and my legs gave out. I tumbled to my knees, dragging the dirk down and opening him up. Using the last of my strength, I waved the sword over my shoulder, feeling it connect with something wet and meaty; I heard a scream and then everything went black.
Am I dead? It certainly felt like heaven, but everything was still black and my head swam in an ocean. Gradually, my senses returned to me and I became aware of lying in a bed with a pleasantly smelling, warm damp cloth over my forehead and eyes. It smelled like exotic flowers and the more I breathed in, the stronger I felt.
I sat up, something that surprised even myself. I glanced down, remembered the wounds and found two faint scars, but otherwise, my body was as healthy as it had ever been. Perhaps more so.
I heard a faint gasp and turned and found myself staring at a goddess. She lounged in a chair beside my bed; she wore a white and gold dress that looked more fine than any I had ever seen. Her platinum blond hair was piled atop her head in an elegant mass with flowers woven in; noble features graced her face, an elegant slightly upturned nose, high cheekbones rounded with gentle almond eyes. Her dress pushed her breasts up into ample cleavage and did nothing to hide her curvy figure.
A look of surprise and delight crossed her face; then she was upon me, her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me to her lips; lips pressed to mine and felt like heaven. Her body practically melted into me, her breasts pressed into my chest and I was acutely aware of the heat radiating from between her legs. She tasted like strawberries and smelled like heaven; I felt myself instantly hard and at attention. Her hot tongue flashed into my mouth, practically being shoved down by my throat, not that I'm complaining. She came up for breath and worked her way down my neck, peppering me with little bunny kisses.
This woman buried her head in the crook of my shoulder and smiled up at me with the sweetest expression I've ever seen. "My lady mother told me that chivalry is dead amongst the humans, but I think you are living proof that she is wrong."
I swallowed, tongue-tied and completely caught off guard. I became very aware that my hardness was pressing into her thigh, she didn't seem to mind and just continued to smile up at me.
"Forgive me, sir, I'm lady Caelina," she said, breathily, she leaned upwards again and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Sir Aelius, my lady, honored to meet you," I mumbled, speaking into her lips as she continued to gently kiss my lips, nose and chin.
Before she could respond, the door opened and a young woman dressed in a maid's attire walked in with a tray of food. She had the same stunning features as Caelina, but her hair was a soft brown rather than a platinum blond. I was quite surprised, usually such a beauty would be a kept woman and not delivering food.
"Domina!" the maid admonished, looking flustered at seeing Caelina curled up in my lap and raining little kisses on me. "That is no way to attend to a wounded knight!" I could see a deep red blush spreading across her cheeks. "And your mother expects you and our guest."
The beautiful creature in my lap just smiled in a way that reminded me of a cat. "Hush now, Domita. I'm simply enjoying myself with my campionem." With that, she kissed me one last time on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "I'll be back, sir knight, I must dress." She dragged her breasts across my arm and gave me a sultry look that required me to bunch the blanks over my crotch or embarass myself in front of the two ladies; Caelina noticed though and her smile widened. She flounced off, blowing a kiss to me before she left. Domita closed the door and I could hear the lock gently click into place.
