CHAPTER 3: THE ROYAL WEDDING AND THE UNINVITED GUESTS
Autumntide Second Moon: No'holbard Castle
The expected engagement period was three months and Junan couldn't wait to be married. She desperately wanted to be his confidant, his obedient wife and make him the happiest Knight in the Kingdom, with beautiful playful children by day and blissful submission by night. It felt like the weeks stretched on forever.
But the period of waiting was joyful. Their relationship deepened and she met his family and some of his friends, like the knightly trio Sir Huges, Sir Dewer and Sir Lewis. She talked with Sur Robyn about where they would live and what she would do. Her father was happy that she was happy and planned to make Sir Robyn, as the Tournament Champion, an Earl of some newly acquired lands to the east. Meanwhile they fucked like bunnies and found fun ways to enjoy each other's company.
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It was a dark night earlier that summer, thick gloomy clouds obscured the moon and stars. The Knight left the Farmer's Ass, a rather disreputable drinking establishment with a swinging sign depicting a busty farm girl sitting astride a donkey with her butt cheeks and bosom very much on show. He led an eager tavern whore down the side alley, having promised her a gold sovereign for an evening of entertainment.
He drew her into the dark shadows and pushed her firmly against the wall, pinning her there as he explored her luscious body, squeezing her shapely tits and making her small brown nipples painfully sensitive.
"You're mine and I will have you anyway I want you. Do you understand me?" he claimed. This was going to be crude and rough.
"Right here in the alley," she gasped but then looked down after he glared back at her. "Yes sire," she whispered.
He spun her around and lifted her skirt. "Mmm I see you're a well-practiced slut," he remarked, enjoying the view of fishnet style stockings and a completely bare pussy and ass. "A gold crown for your pleasure?"
He growled into her ear as he shoved two fingers inside of her wet hole, exploring what might be his and then biting her neck. She shivered in pleasure and need.
"For that sire, I will do whatever you want," she had replied huskily.
Pulling the fingers out again, now slick with her juices, he shoved them roughly into her mouth. "You're already wet and juicy and I've barely touched you, suck my fingers my whore!" he demanded.
There was no need to use force, she was a completely willing wench who revelled in her submissive role. When he'd entered the rowdy tavern, pulled her to him, and asked for a drink, she had admired his well-muscled body and handsome face and quickly become slick with desire. She was soon happily sitting on his lap enjoying the feel of his impressive member through her skirt, whilst they shared flagons of mead and sang along to the travelling harper.
"Mmmmmmm!" Now she sucked his fingers hungrily in the back alley, loving the taste of her own sweet cunt. She felt good to be his, even if it was just for one night. She needed to belong, to be wanted and to be used.
He whirled her around making her giddy, grabbed a handful of her thick blond braids, and pushed her to her knees. He pulled his trousers open and unleashed a truly impressive cock. "Open wide my dirty wench," he barked.
She complied, but as she leant forward to begin to suck, hungry for his taste, he smacked her cheek. "Did I say to start sucking slut?"
She was stunned, and quickly backed off, then stunned again as she realised how soaking wet she'd become from being reprimanded so forcefully. "I truly am a filthy slut," she thought happily.
He grabbed her chin as he held her hair. Her mouth was stretched wide open with the mushroom head of his very thick cock just sitting inside. "Don't you fucking move, do you hear me?" he growled. She blinked her understanding.
Slowly his hips started bucking, steady, then deeper, then a little faster, then deeper. She gulped and relaxed her throat allowing his long shaft access.
"Glug, Glug, Glug!" sounded out as he began fucking her throat. The music from the nearby pub could be heard as he slapped against his slut. He moved even quicker, holding her head firmly as her throat stayed open. She gagged and drooled as he enjoyed her charms.
"I can barely breathe," she thought. "And yet I need this."
He threw his head back roaring in pleasure, "Yes my filthy whore, swallow it all!"
He bucked and thrust wildly; her mouth's new purpose was just to service his cock. She began to moan in time, finding pleasure as he moaned louder. He continued to brutally assault her throat, the mushroom head visibly bulging in her neck below her chin, as he hilted his shaft in her mouth.
Finally with a gasp, he withdrew and lifted a foot onto a nearby crate, he pushed her face beneath to his balls and ass, "Lick me! Make me fucking drenched! Be the filthy slut I know you love to be," he ordered.
In that moment he knew her desires, her need to be used as his whore. She ravenously began to lick and slurp every inch of balls into her mouth and then switched to tonguing his ass.
His panting increased before he finally pulled her roughly to her feet, panting with desire. "Now I am going to bugger that delicious looking ass and make you into a filthy anal slut!" after all, there was no need to risk getting the comely wench pregnant.
He spun her around again and pushed her upper body down onto the crate. As she was forcefully turned, she caught a glimpse of a drunk leaning against the alley wall nearer the tavern, relieving himself against a barrel.
