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Jacob walked through halls of stone passing by maids and servants who all hurriedly stepped to the side. The clothes he was wearing billowed out around him as he approached the main hall. Pausing for a second to catch his breath he looked up at the huge carved coat of arms on the door showing a dragon, dead, and a king with his sword raised high with knights surrounding him. Bitterness began to form in his mouth as he saw no mention of his involvement but he brushed it aside and stepped into the feasting hall. The hall was huge and lit with massive ringed candelabras the size of wagon wheels and 5 huge fireplaces that kept the air warm and toasty despite the snow coating the windows. He made his way through the long tables piled with meat and mead threading his way past serving maids and the entertainment consisting of dancing girls, storytellers, or even the occasional mage. He paused again as he watched a mage conjure shadows to enact the story he was telling to some excited nobles before moving on. The tables were set in two long pews with bench seats at each side. Before each fireplace was a circle of chairs in deep, dark oak, and in the center surrounding its own fire, was a ringed table where the King and his knights feasted.
"Ahh my trusty advisor finally retires from the dust of the library to join the celebrations." came a slurred voice across the room and Jacob turned to the owner and bowed low from the waist.
"I am sorry, my liege." Jacob heard himself say. "I was caught up in my research." He finished and stood up remarking the King. The once well-skilled warrior was now just an overindulgent slob with grease staining his once pristine dress. Years ago his "highness" was a tall blonde-haired peasant with long arms and a well-toned body and had an instinctual grasp with a blade. Nowadays Jacob wondered if he even knew how to swing a sword much less win a fight. Looking around the table he saw the few remaining knights. Most were dead and their seats empty leaving a feeling of absence that Jacob could feel profoundly. He turned to regard each filled seat.
The first seat was filled by Lancalot. Gone was the skirt-chasing womanizer of his youth. His hair once midnight black was now silver grey, his boyish smile replaced by aged lines of the priesthood and his once proud physic was now thinning and weakened through self-imposed trials of fasting. The silver of the knight's plate swapped for the brown hemp robes of a monk as he sat there sipping on mead and eating salted meats.
Next to him sat his son Galahad, his rueful smile and scared face partially hidden behind a wild mane of reddish blonde hair he had inherited from his mother. His large build was similar to his father's but where his father fought like a leopard, the son fought like a lion. His battle cries carried across the battlefield and his weapon of choice was a massive iron hammer that even now rested at the table by his side.
Further down sat Joseph, his pale face and blonde hair made him appear spectral in the blazing firelight. His armour was made of blackened iron and he always wore it. The only part not black was a polished silver grail on the breastplate that showed his duty as protector of the grail. Joseph was also the only knight to bow to Jacob before returning to his flagon of meat and staring into the fire pit before him. Years ago Joseph had led 3 of the knights on an adventure to recover the grail. He was the only one that managed to return with the cup in hand but vowed that the cup was cursed and no one could touch it lest they become corrupted. Arthur had almost had him killed and it was only when advised otherwise did he relent and knighted Joseph as the Grail Guardian.
Next along was Mordred so similar to Arthur of old but Jacob couldn't look at him and not imagine a snake with his fangs dripping in venom. Right now he was making advances on a rather loose serving girl who giggled and squealed in his lap. His black outfit also revealed his leanings towards the knight's templar. Mordred must have sensed Jacobs' stare as he turned to look at him with a cold stare. Jacob kept his stare until the young man's companion diverted his attention to her ample breasts and Jacob moved his attention down the table.
Grwain was even at his advancing years still a tall slab of pure muscle. His bare arms were still corded with muscle as he drank from his large tankard spilling most into his wiry grey beard. Once the tankard was lowered he belched loudly and smiled at Jacob. It had been years since the top of his head had hair and in the firelight, his head reflected the dancing flames like a silver platter. His voice was a low baritone as he spoke to the last person at the table remarking on the goings-on of lords and nobles to them.
The listener was Lady Geneieve. Her hair long turned grey itself was hidden under a long veil of red silk. Her face though was still young with only the slight wrinkling of the eyes and mouth to show her true age. Her red dress was fitted to her showing off her small bosom and wide hips. She was indispensable to Arthur keeping his court and his rivals at bay with her web of informants and secret keepers. She also took a moment to nod hello to Jacob listening to the rumors of the kingdom with all signs of interest.
"Why don't you join us Adviser." called the king as he waved to the table and the empty seats around it.
"I am sorry my liege but I am most tired and would rather head to my chambers." Replied Jacob, giving all signs of apology. "I only came to inform you the record-keeping is finished for the year." The King pouted like some petulant child but relented and let Jacob go as he drank from a goblet. Jacob bowed once again which most ignored and headed off to his chambers. Jacob felt weary and drained as he made his way back through the hall. He had soon gotten to the door and made his way up to his room at the top of the southern tower. He was halfway there when he heard the faint susurration of footsteps behind him. Stepping into an alcove he waited until the footsteps were closer then spun out. Sprawled on the floor in shock before him, was a young woman wearing the garb of a maid. She was tall with dark, brown hair tied fascinatingly, with forest-green eyes and a wide smile. Jacob was breathless for a brief moment before offering the stunned and cursing maid his hand.
"I am most sorry dear," he found himself saying apologetically and meaning it as the woman took the offered hand and he helped her to her feet. He could feel his heart racing as the touch lingered and stood so close together. The cheeky smile on the maid's face told him that this wasn't the first meeting between him and the maid. Soon in the alcove, they were kissing hard, caressing each other's body with wild abandon. The weary feeling lost and forgotten as lust took over. The maid soon turned and lifted her skirt, revealing her rear and long cock hidden beneath her dress as Jacob parted his robes and revealed his hard cock. He pressed into the rear of the young "woman" and felt it enter easily as his partner gave a cute squeak of pleasure. Jacob pushed deeper letting his whole length fill his lover before beginning to pull out and back in. Already the maid was panting and moaning quietly, her small hands holding the wall. Jacob kept thrusting as the maid's ass flexed and milked his cock. His eyes rolled as pleasure filled him and he pulled the maid upright to kiss her full lips with passion. Her hands instantly pulled down her top to reveal her hard nipple and began to tweak and pull upon them hard. This was too much for Jacob and he felt himself lose control. Hot seed churned in his balls and began to flood its way up his cock.
"C...coming" moaned Jacob through gritted teeth as he used every ounce of self-control and his lover bucked against him harder. She squeezed him for all she was worth and with a loud squeal shouted "MERLIN!!" as he painted her insides with cum.
