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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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Iron John has been assiduous in looking after my estate and Esme my wife. He was there when she delivered my son and has written regularly to me with news of the estate and Esme. It is six weeks since the birth of my son and Iron John is visiting again.

Esme is sitting in her sitting room on a couch with the baby on her lap when Iron John walks into her room.

"You are looking well my lady. Full of the bloom of life. And the child is growing strong and healthy."

"Thank you John. Both baby and I are in the best of health but it is time for him to feed. You will not mind if I feed him while you tell me of what is happening at court? And relate to me any news of my beloved husband."

"Not in the least my lady. Please feed him. He must grow strong and healthy to follow in his fathers footsteps."

Esme opens her blouse to feed the baby and Iron John watches with great interest.

"And so? What news of the queen?"

"Her pregnancy is going well. She, like you is blossoming under the influence of motherhood and she has found much appetite for sex since conceiving. The king is rumoured to be well pleased but also admits to battling a little to keep up with the queen's increased appetite for sex."

"And you, my lord have been helping the king with the physical demands place on him?"

"Would I commit such a treasonous crime?"

Esme smiles at him.

"Yes my lord, I am sure that you will have been as solicitous of fulfilling the queen's needs as you have been in fulfilling mine."

"Of course my lady, but may I change the topic? I received news of Lord Robert last week."

"Oh. do tell! Is my faithless husband still mounting that woman you mentioned last time you had news of him?"

"No my lady. He has separated from her, much to everyone's relief. The break up was loud and acrimonious with open threats issued against him."

"By her? Not her husband?"

"By her. But rumour has it that she has gone into hiding while plotting revenge."

"She is a danger?

"She was, but I am told she may be neutralized by friends of your husband."

Esme moves the baby from one breast to the other, leaving a tumescent nipple clearly exposed for John to see.

"Friends? What friends? Not more of those Spanish women I have heard about?"

"No my lady. Not women, but I do not know any other details."

"Or you won't tell me."

John just just smiles at that, his eyes fixed on the exposed nipple. When the baby has fed, a maid arrives and takes the baby off for his bath and bed.

Esme looks Iron John up and down.

"Did that demonstration arouse you just a little bit my lord? By the looks of your pants, it did."

"Indeed it did Esme. Motherhood has made you even more desirable. Lord Robert is a lucky man."

"But very far away and a woman does have needs you know. Come sit beside me."

"Only with great pleasure my lady. You seem to have miss buttoned your blouse. May I fix it for you?"

"Oh! I didn't notice. Thank you. Please do."

"First let us undo all those buttons and then redo them."

"I do think you may have to. I made an awful mess of refastening them. Oh. I seem to be leaking milk. Baby obviously didn't drink his fill. Would you like to taste some?"

Esme rests back on the couch and Iron John takes a nipple in his mouth.

"Oh. A bit harder my lord, you will not get much of anything being so gentle."

He slides his hand up, cups her breast in his hand and bites on her nipple.

"Ah, I have missed a man's hands on me."

He slides his hand down to the hem of her dress, lifts it up and then runs his hands up, past her knees and between her thighs.

"My lord! Are you trying to seduce me? You are such a bad man to prey on a helpless woman who has not had her husbands hands on her for a very long time."

So saying she takes his hand and moves it upwards.

"Oh, my goodness. What can I do? You are far to strong for me. Oh. My pussy! It is so wet and ready for a man."

She reaches across and frees his cock from his pants and then laughs softly.

"I know why they call you Iron John. It is so hard. And my goodness, it is leaking fluid already. Let me taste it!" she swallows his cock right down to the balls.

"No Esme, let me pleasure you rather. I want to hear you moan."

"Oh! You make me faint with lust. I don't know what to do. Please help me to my bed."

He lays her on her bed, flips her skirts up above her waist and applies his tongue to her pussy.

She grasps his head in her hand and pulls it down.

"Oh, God! I have missed this! Please don't stop!"

As she starts to shudder, he stops, moves up between her legs and thrusts his cock deep inside her.

"Oh! Oh! Do it! Do it hard and fast. I need it now!"

He rides her hard and fast until she arches her back, pushing him up off the bed.

"Cum in me now!" and he pumps hot cum into her pussy.

Afterwards he strokes her body softly and, looking down sees his cum leaking out of her.

"You may need to explain a new baby to Lord Robert."

"Oh, no! I know how not to fall pregnant. I have stopped it before."

"But you were a virgin when you married Lord Robert!"

"Oh, you men are so gullible. I had plenty of lovers before him and fell pregnant at least twice. A woman has needs you know. I only allow special people into my pussy so my arse has been well used as well! Mind you I do so enjoy it and I was going to introduce Robert to anal but that bitch Jennifer got there before me. But his time will come. Now I see that your cock is recovering, I think that my arse needs some attention too."

Later that day, Esme says to Iron John:

"It is time for me to go to my husband and stop him playing fast and loose with all those Spanish women."

She sigh softly.

"And maybe I can get to taste some foreign cock myself"

"I will write to him immediately and begin arrangements for you to leave the moment he replies."

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Eight months have passed since I arrived at the palace. Daily life is a round of hunting, banqueting and not much else. Also my official duties are not onerous and most days I am left to spar with the veterans and hunt with the king so I am becoming seriously bored. A highlight is when Mabel the maid servant I brought from England brings letters for me. One morning she arrives one with a bag of letters from the king in England. One letter is the usual report on my farm and Esme from Iron John. He writes that Lady Esme is delivered of a strong, fine son and both mother and baby are doing well. He also says that Lady Esme is missing me and demanding to know when she can join me in Spain.

I immediately sit down to write a letter telling Iron John that Esme must by all means come join me as soon as she and my son are strong and well enough to travel. Aside from anything else she will resolve my problems with relieving my sexual tensions.

One other letter grabs my attention. It is from Cook who has managed to learn to read and write. In her letter she explains that Bronwyn, Lady Judy's daughter and Tom the groundsman have been working together and producing wheat plants that surpass Lady Judy's first attempts. Then she says that she is sure that Tom and Bronwyn are close to wanting to marry, but are afraid that I might ban the marriage as Bronwyn is from a much higher class than Tom. Cook says that they would make a perfect couple and already in love. Please could I consider giving them permission to marry. I write back to Cook, telling her that the marriage can only go ahead if Bronwyn is willing. Tom must not be pressurising her.

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With my rejection ringing in her ears, Conchita storms off to her husband Enrico in a total rage.

"That bastard has dumped me! Me! It is an insult. You must fight him. Pay him for his insolence."

"That will not please the king or your masters. They want him alive and on our side and right now you have lost the only hook we had on him. We need to rethink our plans."

"I want revenge! I want to hurt him. Badly. Make him suffer for the insult he has paid me. Do you even care?"

"Yes. I do care and I may have a plan that gets you the revenge you seek and get him tied to us."

She glares at him. "Enrico, this had better be good."

"Oh, it is. It is. You see his wife is setting out from England to come here to be with him."

"How fucking romantic and how does that help us?"

"Easy. Your friend Marcel, the French pirate. Remember him? You said he was an absolute brute in bed and that you wouldn't mind another bout with him despite or because of the bruises he leaves on you. He said he would do most anything for another night with you?"

"Yes. What about him?"

"You go to Marseilles, you spend the night with him and in return he captures the ship Lady Esme is on and..."

"And what?"

"Sells her as slave in one of those Marseilles whorehouses? Kills her? Lets his crew loose on her? I don't know. Use your imagination."

"What an interesting suggestion. I think I may go to Marseilles, pay Marcel his price and then go along with him to gloat at the bitch's fall. Go fetch your cock cage! I am not letting you fuck one of those vulgar women."

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"My Lady Conchita! What a wonderful surprise! You have come to visit me in Marseilles all alone without your husband? You could not keep away from my alluring person? You need a real man to fuck you. I told you that ages ago but you did not listen. Ah, but what delights await you. I have learnt much since we last shared a bed. You will not regret this visit. Do you still thrash Enrico that worthless husband of yours? You still keep his cock locked up so he cannot fuck anyone but you."

"Of course I thrash the snivelling bastard. And yes,I keep his cock locked up. It is mine, not anyone else's.

"Now that is why I like you. You are an evil, kinky and ambitious woman. Now tell me why are you actually here. I do not think you are here just for the sex. You were fucking the English ambassador last I heard and then he dumped you. You must be losing your touch!"

"My visit is linked to that incident and so I have come to share your bed, but in return I need a favour done. No favour, no fun. Understand?"

"Let me hear the proposal first, then I can decide. Not that I don't trust you, but seriously I don't. You are an evil, dangerous woman and that is one of the reasons I am prepared to hear you out but not to trust you.

"The Ambassadors wife sails for Spain in two weeks time to join him in a romantic get away from the rotten English climate."

"Yes. This I have heard. Oh! Wait! You want her ship taken and her punished as an act of revenge? This will not please the English or I would imagine the Spanish."

"If you make it look like the English did it, so much the better."

"And the woman? What do you want to do with her?"

"I want her for one hour. Thereafter? She is all yours. My snivelling husband suggested that you could keep her in one of your brothels here in Marseilles."

"An interesting thought. So, a down payment is needed. On your knees bitch."

Conchita falls to her knees and takes his cock in her mouth, he slaps her face hard, leaving a bright red slap mark on her cheek. Grasping her hair he pushes his cock into her throat, causing her to gag. He pulls back, and thrusts forward again and again and again, till he cums deep in her throat. It will, Conchita thinks be a very long night, but definitely worth it.

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Mabel, my faithful maid kneels at the feet of Enrico with a wicked looking pin in hand.

"Careful how you wield that pin Mabel. I do so want to savour the delights of your body but with a pin in my balls..."

"Don't be ridiculous Enrico! I am a professional pick lock. I grew up in the stews of London and learnt my trade on the doors of rich tradesmen and the only prick I am interested in is yours."

There is a soft click and Enrico feels the cock cage open and Mabel's hand slowly enclosing his cock.

"So tell me. Where has the bitch queen gone?"

"Marseilles. To persuade a French pirate called Marcel to capture Lady Esme and sell her as a whore in his brothel."

"She is such a fucking slut, she might just enjoy that. Thank you. My friends will be grateful. Now give me a good pricking for my lock picking services."

"But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you helping him? He's a gilded lordling. Doesn't know you. You owe him nothing."

"Ah but I do owe him you see. My sister was a whore in the Stews of London where all the worst brothels are. Judy was her name. Lord Robert's father found her there, recognised her genius and took her home. He gave her respect and a place to grow. I followed her and got a job at the Montcrief estate. When his father died Lord Robert kept her on and allowed her to continue experimenting. She loved Lord Robert and he treated her with love and respect. I watched him cry at Judy's funeral and then I knew how much I still owed him. Now, stop asking questions and fuck me!"

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Unaware of Conchita's plan, I set out for Calais where Esme's boat will dock. I am accompanied by an honour guard consisting of Claudio, Roberto and Angelo who make for raucous, but happy travelling companions. A number of women have joined our party including the lovely Innocentia who is Roberto's companion and whose status with him I am never quite certain of. Sometimes they act like brother and sister, sometimes like lovers but often they fight like a married couple. For all her name indicates innocence, Innocentia has on a number of occasions made it quite clear that she would be more than willing to share her pussy with me. Being uncertain as to how things lie between her and Roberto I have steered clear of any entanglements.

On our first nights stop we stay at a large ramshackle, wayside inn that serves mediocre food, excellent wine and provides warm and clean rooms. Within minutes of us arriving bottles of wine are being served and my travelling companions lay into the wine as if there was no tomorrow. They are soon cheerfully singing songs in Spanish using words I have never heard before and I must assume that they are obscene. Not only because I have never heard them before but because of the gusto with which the words are delivered. It is a lively evening and I sit at the end of the table watching the party gain speed and noise.

Innocentia slides up close to me, so close that I can feel her thigh rubbing against mine and whispers in my ear.

"They are so rude. Those songs are bawdy songs that are fit only to be sung in brothels. They probably learnt the words from sailors down by the docks. You are so much more refined."

I smile, remembering the drunken parties I had had with my fellow crusaders down in the red light districts of Jerusalem.

"He will be completely useless to me tonight. He is already close to passing out and I do so need a warm body to cuddle up to."

"Roberto will be warm, asleep but warm."

"The last time I tried to sleep next to him, he vomited on the pillow and I had to wash my hair, long before the cock crowed. And the cock I was interested in never crowed. Such a waste don't you think? Now, you are still sober and your cock will crow nicely for someone tonight. I can smell your arousal already."

Saying which she puts her hand onto my thigh and squeezes gently.

"You will let your cock crow for me tonight won't you? I have waited so long for that to happen and now your wife is on her way and I may have to wait ages more before she is finished with you. By that time she will have sucked you dry and once she has I will have to be satisfied with her leavings."

Her hand is now stroking the tip of my cock.

"And what will Roberto say about you letting my cock crow in your doorway?"

"He will brag that his wife has been fucked by a very important person. He will claim much credit for it. He is so vain."

Her hand has slid further up my cock and I am getting seriously aroused. I look down the table toward Roberto. Claudio catches my eye, winks at me and tilts his head toward the doorway to the rooms. He turns to Roberto.

"Hey Roberto! Have another cup of wine brother. You are lagging seriously far behind."

Roberto looks blearily at him, takes the offered cup of wine and downs it in one gulp. He sways gently in his seat obviously not understanding the conversation that is raging around him let alone knowing where his wife's hand is. Claudio looks at me and just nods.

"Come Robert Ambassador and master cock fighter. I have a hen waiting for you to tread." Innocentia gets up, heads for the door, then turns and waits for me to follow her.

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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Innocentia bouncing up and down on my cock as I lie on my back watching her tits bounce, her hair fly all around and her pussy slide up and down my cock. Finally I cannot hold back any more and I roll her onto her back, spread her legs wide and thrust into her. She is groaning loudly.

"Yes, my lord ambassador ride me to heaven. You will never forget riding a good Spanish mare like me." She wraps her legs around my hips and grinds hard against me.

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Hours that feel like minutes later we lie in bed together, Innocentia's fingers tracing trails of fire across my belly, coaching another erection out of my well used cock.

"Why did you waste your precious time on that mad bitch Conchita when you could have had innocent Innocentia?"

"I am not sure I could call you innocent after the night we have just had but you are right. You are so much better as a lover and companion than Conchita. But tell me, why did everyone say she was evil and bad for me?"

Innocentia's fingers stop what they were doing and she looks away out of the window at the gathering dawn. Eventually she sighs.

"You don't know? No one told you?"

"No. Please tell me."

"She is the agent of the Pope and she wants to provide evidence to the Pope and all who would listen that our king is involved in witchcraft. She has already written letters to the Pope telling him of orgies in the palace where the king represented the devil."

"OK, but how do I fit in with magic and witchcraft?"

"She told stories of a wing of your house where magic rituals are performed, where plants are bewitched to grow faster and provide more grain that is normal. That your mistress Lady Judy was in league with the devil and that you and she practised evil magic, performed black masses and sacrificed children to the devil. And now that she is gone you have stolen a nun from her cloister and have violated her most terribly in search of dark powers."

"And? Do you believe that? And more importantly do the king and Lord Ronaldo believe that?"

"I most certainly do not believe that. The king and Lord Ronaldo? I cannot answer for them, but you have done things that made them confident that what she is saying is nonsense. They were told of your confession of saying the last rites over a dying man by your confessor and he was of the opinion that not even the devil himself could have done what you did."

"How do you know about him telling the king?"

"I bribed him."

"How much did you pay? I thought that confessions were sacrosanct?"

"Oh, they are but a randy priest can be bought over by a hot, wet pussy. He wasn't much good in bed, but he did talk a lot and I learned some interesting court gossip aside from your confession. Now. There is just enough time for you to worship my pussy before the sun rises and we must be on our way to fetch your wife."