Return Pt 02

Author's Note: If you are an historian especially of the Medieval Period of Europe and the Middle East please do be aware that I have taken some serious liberties with all sorts of things, especially the time the story is set in, the people, the battle tactics and the politics so please accept this as a work of complete and utter fiction and not a new and butchered version of Medieval history. Thanx

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The Muslim delegation stayed nearly a week and so my life as an interpreter fell into a daily ritual. All day I would interpret and all I would spend the night with Lady Jennifer who proved to be an experienced and inventive lover.

One night she arrives with a bottle of olive oil.

"What's that for?"

"You have pounded my pussy into submission so now you are going to have to use my arse."

"Sodomy? That is punishable by death!"

"I won't tell if you don't. And any way that law is to help keep the Templars chaste."

"I have met and fought alongside a number of Templars and found them to be dedicated and holy men."

"We can't be too careful now can we? Now stop arguing the law with me and let me introduce you to the sins of the flesh."

So saying she falls to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth and proceeds to stroke me into a storm of desire at which stage she gets down on her knees.

"Put lots of oil on your middle finger then slide it into my arse. Ah. yes. That's so good. Now two fingers just to open the way a bit more. And now a third."

I can feel her arse pulsing around my fingers and to my surprise and vague disquiet my cock seems to want to indulge in some anal as much as Jennifer who is frantically rubbing at her pussy, so without any further prompting I take my fingers out of her and slide my cock slowly into her arse instead. Different. Tight. Hot. I slide all the way into her.

"Ah! God that's so good. Slowly now!"

I pump into her as slowly and gently as possible feeling her arousal growing. I swear she cums at least twice before I can hold back no more and I pound into her. Her moans spur me on till I empty my balls into her in a mind blowing orgasm.

"Now, wasn't that really good? And it being illegal makes it just that bit more fun don't you think?"

I don't respond, just collapse in a confused heap and pass out. When I awake, Jennifer is gone so I wash and dress myself and head for the throne room wondering vaguely if I can find breakfast along the way. I don't find breakfast but I do find trouble. Just before the throne room is a long corridor which is always crowded with petitioners waiting to see the king. I am just resigning myself to not finding breakfast when a short, thin and angry looking man steps out in front of me and puls out a dagger.

"You fucked my wife you low bastard!"

"Your wife?"

"Don't deny it! Lady Jennifer Lovell. She was with you last night. Came back stinking of you."

Oops! She hadn't exactly introduced herself before impaling herself on my cock but it could only be the Jennifer I had spent the last week fucking which, I suppose it did give him some reason for being angry with me. However if half the rumours about the morals of the court were to be believed with adultery and fornication way up the list of immoral activities activities, threatening me with a dagger did seem to be a bit of an over reaction. Maybe an apology I think, and claiming ignorance might work. It doesn't, in fact it merely seems to infuriate him even more so my "I am sorry. I didn't know she was married" never quite gets finished before he takes a wild sweep at me with his dagger. He misses mainly because my reactions are still fine tuned from years of close quarters battle but also because he is staggering drunk. I take two steps back while he strives to regain his balance. I reach for my dagger, only to remember I had handed it over before going into the throne room on the first morning and it hadn't been returned to me. I now realise I am in serious trouble. In desperation I slide my short cloak off my shoulders and swirl it around my left arm as a type of block. I look around for some sort of support but the waiting crowd seem to be relishing the spectacle. Even the guards at the throne room door seem to be mere spectators rather than law enforcers. He makes another wild sweep at me, just nicking my shoulder and drawing blood.

"OK. So now you have drawn blood. Satisfied?"

It seems not as he makes another rush at me. I side step and leave a foot behind over which he trips making me grateful for the wine that is so obviously slowing his responses down So far I have been lucky but my chances of surviving unarmed are rapidly declining. It is at this moment that a dagger slides across the floor ending up at me feet. I don't see the donor but I am grateful. I pick up the dagger and turn to face him.

'Stop now. Someone is going to get badly hurt!"

I wave the dagger at him to ensure that he knows I have it. My warning seems to enrage him even further because he screams loudly and leaps at me again. I side step again, but this time I hold the dagger out in his path. He doen't see it and it slides neatly between his ribs and into his heart. He collapses onto the floor, dead. I pull the dagger out of him, wipe it on his back and look around for the owner. No one steps forward to claim it. Not surprising I suppose.

"The king will see you now."

A guard seemingly unsurprised by the fight gestures to me to enter. To add to the dreamlike quality of the whole event he takes the dagger from my hand.

"Thank you. You have just won me five shillings." is all he says before ushering me into the throne room. Minutes later I am translating the Muslim delegation's thanks for an informative stay to the king and then issuing a formal invite from the king to the delegation to a banquet that night and assuring them that their specific dietary requirements would be met. How, I ask myself did the king know that? Just the other day he was defending pork as being perfectly acceptable food. The question is erased from my mind by his first direct words to me after the delegation have left.

"Lady Esme has arrived and awaits you in her rooms with great eagerness. You both will, of course be joining us at the banquet this evening. And you will be off duty as an interpreter from the Knights Templar will be doing the duties instead, but do please do check that he is being honest in his dealings. I do not trust the Templars completely."

I swear he is laughing at me as I bow my way out of the throne room.

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"I told you not to fuck anyone before I was pregnant! You were out of my sight not even one week and you are fucking someone! A senior lady of the court and the queen's closest confidant no less and just to add to the chaos you killed her husband when he objected! What in God's name were you thinking?"

Lady Esme stands in her room, hands on hips, chin thrust forward, glaring at me. I immediately fall in love with her all over again. Is that a sparkle of laughter I see in her eyes? I take a chance that it is, step forward, take her in my arms and kiss her.

"You are so beautiful when you are angry!"

To my great relief she kisses me back and then starts to laugh.

"And you are so naive. You were set up and didn't realise it. Lady Jennifer visited you and then went back to her husband still oozing your semen and stinking of you with the express purpose of sending him after you so that he could die in a public duel that could not be linked directly to the king."

"They could at least have given me my dagger back. He could have killed me. What then?"

"Then he would have been executed for killing an unarmed man, but they gave you a dagger eventually. We gambled on your years of warfare in the Holy Land to keep you alive. You do have quite a reputation you know."

"We? You knew about this plot? How long have you been here?"

"Since yesterday afternoon. They consulted me on the plan then."

"And you didn't tell me you were here?"

"How could I? You would have been with me, not Jennifer which would have ruined the whole plan. At least I hope you would have been with me."

The last said with less confidence and a sudden loss of poise. Would you believe that I melt? I take her in my arms, I kiss her and I tell her I love her and of course I would have been with her. She then bursts into tears.

"I was so afraid for you. They didn't give me an option. Please forgive me."

"Of course I do!"

However, having been duped so profoundly I put a question mark against her believability. And so? What do I do now? I do what any red blooded man would do when holding an absolutely gorgeous woman in his arms. She's wearing a thin silken top with buttons all the way down. I grab the collar and tear it open, buttons flying in all directions. She squeals with surprise. I take one of her breasts into my mouth and she moans softly. Now I remember the taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her and I hold her in my arms as I did the first time, carry her to the bed and taste her naked body finally ending up at her pussy, slowly building up her lust, her desire.

"Please, please make love to me. I was so afraid for you. They wouldn't let me see you before the duel. I was terrified you'd be killed and I would never see you again."

What can I do? I kiss her, held her and thrust deep inside and we make gentle, tender love that leaves both of us drained.

"Lady Esme! Lady Esme! The banquet is soon and we must prepare you!" Beth, Esme's maid knocking on the door.

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At the banquet I finnd myself seated between Esme and Jennifer. It is the first time I have seen the queen so I look surreptitiously at her. A beautiful woman, maybe ten years younger than the king. She is his second wife, the first having died in childbirth leaving the king without an heir. The queen, his second wife has yet to produce an heir and there is concern that he would die without an heir.

"She's a beauty isn't she?" murmured Jennifer who had obviously been watching me admiring the queen. "You wouldn't have any trouble knocking her up now would you?"

"And get myself executed for high treason? You must be mad!"

"You are such coward when it comes to sex aren't you?"

"More like sensible."

"I think she fancies you."

I must admit I found her desirable and notice she has been looking at me more than seemed normal.

"Stop talking to that slut Jennifer and talk to me!" Esme grins at me then at Jennifer.

"Keep your hands off my husband! At least till I am pregnant."

To my utter amazement they grin at each other like school girls. There is no understanding women.

The banquet drones on for far too long, delaying a proper rematch between Esme and me. The wine flows freely near the end of the banquet Jennifer's hand is on my cock stroking me into hardness. Finally the banquet is over and Esme and I are in bed together "making babies" as Esme puts it. Disturbingly Jennifer intrudes into my thoughts a couple of times during that night but what was more disturbing is Esme calling out Jennifer's name in her sleep. All of which persuades me that I do not fit in well at court and decide it is well past time to go home, to check up on my domain and also on Lady Judy who was due to be delivered of our baby.

When I said I was thinking of going home, Esme pointed out that I needed the king's permission to leave. I just couldn't pack up and disappear so I applied for an audience with the king and to my delight was granted a meeting almost immediately.

I am waiting outside the throne room when Jennifer appears.

"Going home? Taking that lovely prick of yours home? I can't believe you could do something like that to me.

"And I cannot believe that you could set me up to kill your husband. What in God's name were you thinking?"

For the first time since I have met her, Jennifer looks uncertain.

"Cummon! Do I have to demand an answer from the king?"

"No. No! Do not do that. No one must know. Come to me straight after you have talked to the king and we can talk privately.'

And she is gone again, minutes later I am summoned into the kings presence.

"I hear you want to leave us? So soon?"

"Yes, your Majesty. I have to return in time for the harvest, to organise my wedding to Lady Esme and to support Lady Judy who is close to her confinement. I am but less than a day's hard ride from your Majesty's court and will come as soon as I am summoned."

"You have done great service to us in the short time that you have been around so I am reluctant to allow you to leave, but you do have duties to perform. My spies tell me that Lady Esme is pregnant and that you need to marry her before the child is born to ensure your lineage. It is with great reluctance that I grant you your wish, with the proviso that you will return immediately you are married and your harvest is in."

I note with some interest that his Majesty does not refer to Lady Judy.

"Thank you your Majesty, I will be leaving as soon as I can arrange my departure."

He nods and I bow myself out.

Jennifer is waiting for me in her suite. A beautifully decorated room with soft, expensive furnishing, fancy furniture and a warm fire in a fireplace.

"So. Tell me. What did Lord Lovell do to be tricked into fighting me?"

"He was a drunk."

"Yes, but everyone in this place drinks and eats far too much. Too many fat people. Not enough strong soldier types."

"Why do you think you were so welcomed by the king? Aside from your translation skills, which could very easily have been foisted off onto the Templars as you experienced at the banquet, he wanted to meet you. Your reputation of service in Jerusalem is impressive. He wanted to see how you handled pressure. The translation was one thing, the disposal of Nicholas Lovell was an added bonus. Nicholas was conspiring against the king. The lack of an heir makes the king vulnerable to assassination and Nicholas was the leading conspirator. The rest of the conspirators were rounded up quietly and disposed of secretly afterwards."

"And so you kept me away from Esme, told the king she was pregnant, got me to sodomise you and then kill your husband. Anything I missed?"

"No. I think not."

"On your knees!"

"What?"

"Get on your knees and open your mouth."

She laughs at that, kneels down on her knees and lets me fuck her face, hard. She is good I must say, she strokes my balls and sucks furiously till I pump cum down her throat. Then I button up and head to the door without another word.

"Save some of that cum for the queen. She is gonna need it." are her last words as I slam the door closed.

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"You are pregnant? And you didn't think to tell me?"

Esme looks somewhat nonplussed.

"I am not completely sure. I have missed on my period, which is unusual but not always a good indication."

"Dammit, your breasts have changed shape, your smell is faintly different and you have been getting a sort of dreamy look in your eyes of late. And, fool that I am I didn't put it all together."

Of course she bursts into tears. What else can I do but gather her in my arms, tell her I love her and that I am so glad and proud and we must be married immediately to secure our child's future.

And then suddenly she is alive and organising things. Where is the wedding to be? Who is to be invited? When will it be?

I drop her off at her parents home and travel onto my estate that I have been away from for far too long, expecting the best, but fearing the worst, always forgetting that the estate had been run quite efficiently without me for nearly a year after my father died. I should not have been worried. All was in good order but the staff were predictably in an uproar preparing for my wedding which I had insisted had to be held at my estate. The biggest change was Judy. She was thoroughly pregnant, looking radiant and firmly in control of preparations.

"You should be taking it easy. You are nearly due to deliver, you should not be rushing around like this."

"I keep telling her that, but she wont listen. Possibly she will listen to you but I am not so sure of that either." Cook murmurs quietly in my ear.

"Nonsense Dahling, I am absolutely of strong peasant stock. I am immortal don't you know?" Judy doesn't look immortal, she looks tired and strained. I am furious.

"Cook! Out of my office! Judy! Bend over the desk!"

I raise her skirts, and slap her backside just hard enough to make her squeal and leave a redness to her buttocks. Having completed that task, I lift her up, kiss her gently and lead her to her bed, lay her down on it and lie down next to her. I hold her while she cries. Slowly her sobs stop, she wipes her eyes and then she looks at me with a wicked glint in her eye.

"You do know the way to a woman's heart don't you? Deserting a pregnant woman, thrashing her when you return and then treat her with love and affection thereafter. I suppose you expect me to deal with this monster erection of yours?"

Without waiting for a reply she has my cock out of my pants and in her mouth. She sucks and rubs me to hardness then turns around presenting her naked pussy.

"Now, fuck me. But gently! You must not disturb our boy in his slumbers."

I slide my aching cock into her hot, wet and well remembered pussy and as gently as possible thrust on into her while stroking her clit and gently biting her shoulder.

"Oh! You beast! I have needed this for so long and you were away from me. Ah, fuck. Cum in me. You cannot make me any more pregnant than I am."

Which reminds me of her breasts and I suck at one of them feeling the warm sweet milk that will soon be feeding our baby. This causes her to shudder, shake and then cum, dragging me along with her. She falls asleep soon after that and I escape to help supervise the wedding preparations.

I am summoned to the front of the manor house to meet an envoy from Sheikh Abraham.

"Salaam Lord Robert Montcrief, Ring of Spears. I am Shaheed and am here at the behest of Sheikh Abraham"

"Salaam Shaheed. Welcome to my home. Please dismount and take refreshment with me."

"I am sorry Ring of Spears. I am unable to stay that long at the command of Sheikh Abraham as his fleet leaves for Morocco on the tide.. He bids me thank you for your services as a good and honest translator and friend. He also bids me to say that no matter where he is, you are welcome in his home. May the Almighty guide you safely through this treacherous world and bring you your hearts content."

"I am sorry you cannot stay but I do understand your haste. Please convey my thanks to Sheikh Abraham. Tell him that his invitation is most gratifying and that I wish him well in future ventures. And may the Almighty be with him always."

We bow to each other and the rider turns on his horse and gallops away leaving me to watch his passage and find myself wishing I was going on a journey instead of running an estate, marrying a noblewoman and raising a family. I shrug off the vague feeling and go about my day directing the tide of activities. The feeling of restlessness remains however but is muted by the day to day activities.

It is two days later when Jocelyn the lady's maid I had had appointed to look after Lady Judy arrives.

"My lord!"

"Yes Jocelyn? What is it?" I am feeling pressurised and not particularly receptive to lady's maids.

"It is my lady Judy, my lord."

"Yes? What about her?"

"She has gone into labour my lord."

"Is the midwife not here? I paid her to be here."

"Yes, my lord she is, but..."

She hesitates and I get this horrible feeling.

"But?"

"It is not going well my lord. The midwife says you must come quickly."

Jocelyn is twenty paces behind me when I get to Judy's bedroom which stinks of blood. Judy is lying on her back, pale and moaning softly. The midwife looks up at me and nods to Judy.