This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will start out as a love story and continue to build. I hope you like it and I plan to continue this for many more chapters. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. Thanks to Tigerssman and Notawhit for their help in editing the story.
Unfortunately, in laying much of the background I had to move towards modern norms. Literotica will not publish stories with underage characters and during Medieval times most marriages were accomplished during the woman's teenage years, between 11 and 16. For this story to be published Blanche had to be above 18, even though that would have made her an old maid back then. I hope you understand and forgive the changes.
PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way and this story is one such idea. I had an anonymous reader tell me they would like to see a Medieval love story. This is my attempt ... so I hope you enjoy.
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After their encounter with the three knights they stayed off the roads and travelled through the woods. They also rode from the middle of the night to around noon the next day. The idea was that search parties would be mobilizing during the morning hours and searching in the evening hours. Their riding schedule would, hopefully avoid most of the search parties.
During their rest periods Lady Blanche would snuggle up to Louis, saying that he was her pillow with a heartbeat. Most of the time she kept on her under things, but took off her riding dress, mail and corset. Even with her slightly covered Louis was distracted by her taut and succulent figure and usually walked around with a huge lump in his breeches.
Blanche loved seeing him in his sexually distressed state, but he was also grumpy and out of sorts. Both were getting tired with no real sleep and constantly on guard for more riders looking for them. Late on the sixth day, they rode into the outskirts of Liverpool and they rode silently down to the area around the port. The first thing they did was look for an inn or tavern that could accommodate them.
Several blocks from the port they found a large inn called the Golden Lion. They took two rooms and Blanche went to her room, while Louis tried to book passage to France. After a couple of hours, he found a ship that would be leaving for La Rochelle with the tide the following day. He hurried back but found Lady Blanche missing. He remembered her mentioning wanting a bath, so he asked the proprietor where the nearest public bath house was.
He found her relaxing in a pool of water along with twenty or so other women. After confirming that she was okay, he adjourned to the men's pool and relaxed while his clothes were washed. After a short period, he wore his wet clothes out of the bath house and went back to the inn. Lady Blanche met him for dinner, and both went back to their rooms for the evening.
There was no denying the deep feelings she had ignited in him. All he really knew was he wanted her heart to bond with his. However, he knew their love was not destined to be. She was a princess in the French court and was destined to be married to someone to expand the Empire or to secure a border or even enhance the king's riches. With Blanche's constant teasing and seductive activities, sleep was becoming more difficult every day.
Then an almost angelic apparition appeared in his door, it was a very naked Blanche. In the soft darkness of his room, she looked almost ethereal as she glided towards his bed cloaked in shadows; she was the most beautiful woman he ever seen. As Louis watched, she pulled down the covers on the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers towards him. Louis was still stricken and hadn't moved an inch as she slid all the way up his chest, with her hard nipples leaving a burning trail of lusty fire across his chest.
She gently laid her lips on his and nibbled softly whispering, "This is my seduction outfit and you are to be seduced."
Louis caught himself gazing into those soulful green eyes; he felt himself being captured and her eyes were pulling at him. He felt himself responding to the pleading and begging coming from those eyes. Without even knowing it, his mouth moved towards hers and captured her lips in a gentle loving kiss. As the kiss ended, Louis's lips didn't move away but stayed next to hers, almost touching. He could feel her rapid breathing bathing his face. Louis's tongue came out and began to gently caress her upper lip as he felt her breath catch. She shuddered in a soft moan, just before her lips closed on his tongue and sucked him into her mouth.
Louis accepted the invitation and within seconds he was plundering her mouth, trying to extract all the love he could find there. Then he replaced it with all the love he had in his heart. It was a kiss that both felt all the way to the curling of their toes and it only ended when they were both desperate for air. In the end, both were gasping for breath like marathon runners. However, Louis couldn't wait to catch his breath and began lavishing kisses on her cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead or anywhere else he could find that tasted of Blanche. Blanche eagerly offered up her face as a sacrifice to Louis's loving kisses as he began to devour her face with his lips.
Once Louis had caught his breath, he rushed to reacquire her mouth and once again begin to plant seeds of love and desire in her mouth, feeding them with his love and watching them bloom. Meanwhile Blanche's head and heart were spinning, the desire coursing through her veins was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Louis's uncontrolled passion was only matched by her frenzied desire for more of everything he offered.
Blanche's hands were clawing at his back in a plea for him to give her more, while his hands were exploring all of her feminine peaks and valleys. His large hand settled on her breast and they were perfectly filled with her soft, firm succulent breast with her tight thrusting nipple digging into his palm. Louis closed his hand circling her breast then with his thumb and forefinger began to twist and pull her nipple. Bursts of desire blossomed throughout her body.
Blanche bowed her back trying to push more of her breast into his grasping hands and her lips broke from his kiss as she threw her head back in a passionate moan. This exposed her delicate neck to Louis's voracious desire, and he began to kiss and nibble down the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her hammering pulse beating just below the skin and felt her life force rushing through her veins just below his sucking lips. As he continued to lick, suck and nibble on her sensitive neck she gave a shuttering moan and surrendered to him.
For only the second time in her life, with the first being their night in the stables, Blanche felt the out of control need consuming her. From her lips, to her neck and her thrusting nipples, her whole body was on fire. Blanche was having a hard time catching her breath as everything Louis did to her, forced her body to explode with new sensations. Just as she thought it couldn't get any better, Louis's mouth joined his fingers on her nipples, and she arched her back even further feeding him more of her succulent breast flesh.
