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Cedric regained consciousness yet again.
At first, he lacked the strength to raise his head from his chest, but forced his eyes open with grim determination. What met his eyes was the same sight that had greeted him so many times before, the hazy outline of his own body against the black of the walls and floor.
He remembered the chill of his first few awakenings, but now he knew only pain. The dim illumination prevented him from seeing his wounds with any clarity, but each one burned to remind him of its location. The wizard's magic removed the mortal danger of the wounds he inflicted, but did little to remove the pain.
With effort borne mostly of anger, Cedric raised his head to observe his surroundings. The action caused additional shots of pain through his shoulders, but he clenched his teeth and stared defiantly into the gloom. This time, he did not see the form of the wizard, black on black against the basalt walls. Only the dripping of water in the distance met his ears, instead of the mocking laughter of Bagdemagus.
Cedric silently cursed himself for allowing his anger to overcome his sense of duty. His decision to charge forth and seek the wizard virtually alone had cost the kingdom one of its greatest soldiers, and one of its two knights. He knew that the blow to hope far outweighed the loss of mere men. As a knight, he represented an ideal as much as a warrior.
His actions had fallen far short of that ideal.
Shackled to the cold stone wall with his arms and legs splayed wide, he had virtually no leverage. He also had little strength from the combination of his wounds, lack of food, and water.
Nevertheless, Cedric tugged at his bonds. The shackles bit into his flesh, but the pain was little more than a fraction of his total agony.
A slight shower of dust from the anchor binding his right wrist to the wall spurred a surge of hope, but his strength then failed. For a time, he hung limp, allowing his anger and determination to build once more. Before he could bunch his muscles to try again, he heard the sound of boots on stone and knew that the wizard had returned once more.
Cedric steeled his will one more time to defy Bagdemagus' attempts to break him.
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Guy lay upon the feather-stuffed bed in the room set aside for him in the Gifford home, attempting to discern where to position himself for maximum advantage as he awaited the appointed time when he was to meet with the wizard.
The discovery and burning of the wizard's lair had prompted him to consider throwing in with those arrayed against Bagdemagus. The wizard's greatest power was his mysterious reputation, and the blow struck in that burning could have very well torn away the veil to reveal the man within.
The subsequent capture of Cedric and the death of Falhurst had immediately forced Guy to reconsider that potential course of action, however.
Fortunately, his connections among the nobility had provided ample fodder to satisfy his former benefactors here and on the Lempe estate. While neither man had managed to gain the upper hand over the other, both were now gaining in wealth and influence thanks to Guy's efforts.
Those boons would serve to keep the men distracted for some time to come, and allowed Guy the time necessary to deal with the far more dangerous game of wizards and Queens.
The sudden recovery of the two family patriarchs had proven beneficial for them, but certainly inconvenient for Guy. To maintain his illusions within the castle, circumstances had forced him to give up dalliance with the serving women for the most part. The recovery of Simon and Walter had likewise prevented him from bedding the men's wives. His stop here to provide Simon with opium had proven fruitless, as the man no longer required it. That prevented him from seeking comfort in Rachel's embrace, and she in turn kept him from dallying with Isabel.
Having always found his greatest insight into the games he played after a heated coupling, the situation further rankled Guy and clouded his thinking. The necessary wait grated on Guy's nerves, as he planned to indulge with the first willing wench upon his return to the castle. He needed the clarity of release — propriety be damned.
The sound of the door opening and a flash of movement in his peripheral vision caused Guy to sit up and reach for his sword. The instinctive reaction was yet another reminder that he needed a rut to settle his mind. Fortunately, the source of the opening door appeared to provide that.
Isabel tugged down the bodice of her servant's gown as she approached, freeing her over-ample breasts. "The Lord and Lady entertain in the gardens, and I burn for your touch."
"I must soon return to the castle, I fear," Guy said as he stood.
"Then take me now," Isabel begged in a hot rush of need.
His manhood swelling and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Guy responded, "I ache for you as well, my Isabel."
The buxom brunette all but tore away her clothing and his, and soon moved atop him on the bed.
Guy sighed as her lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep. Unlike many women, Isabel found this arousing, and performed the act with great skill. Her heavy breasts rested upon his legs as her head bobbed over his organ and she ground her damp sex against him.
Knowing that there would be no time for him to recover if he spent his passion in her mouth, Guy reluctantly pulled her lips from his shaft. She let out a little moan of protest and flicked her tongue over the tip, but gasped in anticipation when his strong arms pulled her toward him.
As she parted her legs over his hips, Guy reached down to wriggle his cock through the thick, dark curls into the moist recesses beyond. Isabel sank down onto his erection with a groan and wasted no time in rocking her hips to stroke him inside her.
Guy grasped her waist and pushed her down onto his cock, her pendulous breasts bouncing off his face with every rock of her hips. He knew the effect that the position had on the woman, which stimulated the center of her pleasure with heated friction. The sound of her gasps, and the almost pained look of ecstasy he saw on her face when her breasts weren't in the way, told him that she would soon reach her peak.
When she slammed her hips back a final time to tremble and gasp in orgasm, he moved his hands to her hips and held them tight. Bouncing his hips upward, he thrust his cock into her tightly clenched depths. Her eyes popped wide open and she emitted an almost feral growl as he pushed her beyond her peak into another realm of pleasure.
Guy only relented when she coughed and nearly lost her breath, slowly raising and lowering his hips to feel her clinging, saturated canal caress his cock as she settled down from her climax. When she regained her breath and again began to rock her hips over his organ, Guy wrapped his arms around her waist and bent one knee to roll them both over.
He settled atop her with his cock still buried inside her, and she immediately parted her legs wider. Now near his own peak, Guy dug his fingers into her thighs and pumped his hips in a merciless assault. Though he usually pulled free before spilling his seed, he had no intention of doing so this time.
Isabel obviously sensed his intentions and let out a gasp of pleased anticipation. She had asked him to fill her before, but he had always erred on the side of caution. The thought quickly spurred her toward another climax as he slammed his stiff cock into her depths.
She came again only a few dozen thrusts later, just as Guy reached his point of no return. He jammed his manhood into her a final time and spewed his semen against the entrance of her womb with a loud growl. The feeling of his seed swelling within her prompted Isabel to let out a long moan which was quickly followed by a stifled squeal as another spike of orgasmic energy shot through her body.
