1245- King Pelles kingdom awoke with the sun that day. The village was dancing and the maidens were happy for news had come. Their men were coming home from the crusades which they set out for almost 2 years ago. The men had left promising to conquer the holy land. Yet what really happened was further from the truth.
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Allan of Gale had left the kingdom to make his own legend. He also left behind his maiden in waiting, his father, and the rest of his family. He left it all for his ego ran deeper than all the hills in all of Pelles. Allan had yearned for the spotlight and although he knew he was in line to be the next king, he wanted to make his own name. He was betrothed to Lady Magdeline, the king's daughter. Their father's had arranged for the marriage, and Allan then knew he was set.
Knowing he was to be wed to the King's daughter, Allan set out with his other friends, to be heroes in the crusades. When word spread the holy land was not being won Allan rethought his plan. The crusades failed since so many "noble" knights set out and wasted their time raping and pillaging the land. Allan was no different. He went a different route.
Allan stayed from the normal route and led himself and his friends they ventured far from the holy land and pillaged small towns further east. They took what the could and sent letters back to Pelles decrying their valor and how they fought to vanquish the holy land of their now evil inhabitants.
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Lady Magdeline, known as "Maggie" to her friends, had a bounce to her step as she walked up the numerous steps in the castle. She had just read a letter from her Allan. He wrote her promising he would be returning to Pelles with many gifts. "Oh what a grand hero's welcome he'll receive" she thought to herself.
Maggie loved to walk the steps in the castle. As a young girl she would run up the steps to escape her caretakers who couldn't match her athleticism or youthful exuberance. She would run up the steps which led to the top room of a tower in the castle. That room was her special place where she would go and talk with her aide Eleanor. She was the one woman Maggie could confide in and trust.
She got to her room and stood in front of the mirror which her father had bought for her. It was one of her favorite things. Mirrored glass was so rare and expensive it was perhaps her most enjoyed pocession. She took a brush and began to comb her long blonde hair. She began to take off the large skirt that was making her too hot on this humid day.
Lady Magdeline had always been the most beautiful woman in the land. Her long blonde hair framed her angelic flawless face. She began to untie her corset which she really had no need for. While most women wore them to keep their bellies in, her stomach was tight, and taught. It was slender and thin, although she had to wear the corset too support her rather large breasts. They stood large and proud, she didn't even need the corset for them as they could stand beautifully on their own. She wore it though to cover her rather large nipples which would protrude through any kind of slim material.
Maggie also removed the stockings from her legs, they were muscular and well formed. The years of riding horses and running up the steps gave her calves and legs that would put anyone to shame. The running up the steps also helped to contribute the buttocks which stood so proudly from her backside. When she stood straight up naked her breasts and buttocks stood out from her body, and both were full and round.
She wouldn't look at herself naked in the mirror only when she would take her scissors and carefully trim her pubic hair. The hot summer days made it necessary for her to keep her hair to a short covering so as not to cause that much irritation as she got sweaty running up her beloved stairs.
Now her and Allan and could climb the stairs together and share their lives together. "Oh my brave warrior is coming home. I can only count the days till he arrives." she thought to herself.
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The town cheered as the young men returned to a jubilant ovation. Unlike so many young men who had set out for the crusades all the young men of Pelles made it back home. Then again the men of Pelles hadn't exactly been fighting as much as they had told the town.
The men came back on top of white horses and with carriages carrying all kinds of spices, silk, and a man walking behind them with a sack on his face with only eyeholes cut out so he could see where he walked. The people saw that the man's hands were black and immediately people began to talk. For a moor had made his way to the town.
A celebration went on through the night. Torches and fires lighting the night and music filled everyone with joy. They danced the night away and Allan and Maggie had gotten back together. They talked the night away.
"Oh Maggie I've missed you incredibly. It is so good to be back home." Allan said.
"Allan how I've waited for you. You must tell me of your adventures. It's a miracle you came back. I had heard stories of men being murdered and killed in the holy land, I prayed everyday for your safe return."
"There will be plenty of time to discuss my adventures later. However, I did promise you a present. Come with me."
Allan took Maggie's hand as he led her to one of the carriages filled with goods. He showed her the tons of gold and silks he had brought back. "Oh Allan this is all so beautiful. But I only care that your here now." She turned around to see Allan guiding the hooded man towards her.
"Yes but I've brought you, well actually he's more of my gift to myself, a slave. I bought him through a trader in a town on the outskirts of the holy land." With that Allan took the hood off and showed off the slave he had bought. Maggie had never in her life seen a colored man although he had a ruggedly handsome face. "Allan! how can you buy a man to be your slave. You cannot buy people." Maggie told him.
Allan then answered back "Maggie he's one of the few Negroes that can also speak English, he used to be a prince in his land, and how is he different than your servants and the indentured servants that work for your father. Go ahead say hello, Tepus."
"Hello madam" Tepus said, his strong stare meeting her gentle blue eyes. Tepus had never seen a woman of such beauty. She had large breasts like the women in his old tribe. An ass like their too yet she was slender everywhere else. Allan noticed him staring at Maggie's generous cleavage. Allan kicked him in the leg, "Keep your eyes to yourself, slave."
Allan then led the slave and tied him to the back of the carriage. He led his Maggie away back to the party. "Allan?" Maggie asked in a soft voice.
"Yes dearest." Allan said to her.
"Promise me you'll treat him like a person. He is a person, don't treat him as some animal. Treat him like an apprentice even my servants live in the castle and have good lives. Promise me please." She begged him.
Allan said nothing. Maggie saw how indecisive he was. He obviously didn't share her view on the subject.
"Please" she said to reaffirm her position.
Allan stared down at her supple bosom and felt a stirring in his pants.
"I promise love. On one condition..." Allan told her.
"Yes Allan?" she said quizzically.
"Satisfy me here in this carriage. Quickly no one will see and it's been long since I had touched you" Allan asked her even though he had regularly raped women on his "crusade". Before he left they had consummated and Maggie felt nothing, however after so long she too felt a stirring in her loins that could perhaps now could be satisfied.
Allan opened a door to one of the carriages he brought filled with silken linens. They laid on top as Allan kissed and fondled Maggie. He quickly lifted her long skirt and unfastened himself. He quickly entered his penis into her waiting pussy. He thrust himself strongly and quickly into Maggie. He held her by her slim waist and furiously pounded himself into her. After several more thrusts he left his seed in her and fell back.
Maggie looked up, disappointed to see him tucking in his now shriveling penis. It wasn't as large as she had remembered it. It didn't last as long either. She quickly made herself back up and they made their way back to the celebration.
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That night the two lovers stole away from the party back to the castle. They were in the stairwell that led to Maggie's room. They kissed and grabbed at each other savagely.
Maggie moaned as he kissed her neck, "Oh Allan carry me to my room, make love to me once more."
Allan had spent many a night with whore's while he was away. He had raped many women too and knew that once that night was his most. He planned to carry her to her room and then use that as an excuse to explain why he had been spent.
He took her in his arms, "To the top love?" he asked her. She shook her head yes staring into his eyes. Their lips met again. They never made it to the top.
Allan tired quickly and set her down on the spiral staircase. Maggie was feeling quite rambunctious and said, "Allan...if you don't beat me to my room then you'll never know my pleasures again tonight." She quickly ran up the stairs as she had for so many years. Her muscular legs sending her upwards. Allan just laid there on the steps. Feeling the effects of the wine he had that night.
"All the better. There would have been nothing for me to do up there." he thought to himself as he fell asleep on the stairs.
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2 months had passed. Maggie was in her room topless as her aide Eleanor sewed a new corset, trying to fit it to her. Eleanor was a lovely maiden with brown hair which she always wore in a bun. She like Maggie was thin and athletic, though her breasts were nowhere near the size of Magdeline's. As she held pins in her teeth the two chatted.
"You know Maggie the word is all around town." Eleanor said.
"Do you think it's true? Allan would never do such a thing." Magdeline asked honestly her breasts shaking as she looked behind her turning to see Eleanor sewing.