Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, woke in the early morning to find the bed empty. The dawn's first rays were shining through the shutters and he clambered sleepily from the sheets, slowly standing up. It was then that he caught the smell of bread baking and his stomach let out a loud growl. For you see Jeffrey was very hungry as it was now around breakfast time.
He stepped out of the bedroom still totally naked and followed the smells down the corridor until he came to a wooden door that was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside. The stone walls and large oven made Jeffrey realise that he was in the kitchen. An assortment of fresh bread and pastries on the counter as well as those still baking in the oven itself indicated that Harriet had already started preparing for the day ahead.
"Oh, Jeffrey, I hope I didn't wake you," he heard Harriet say, and he turned to see her adding the finishing touches to some delicious-looking cakes.
He grinned at the sight of the busty redhead. She was wearing a long flour-covered apron but absolutely nothing else. He could see her bare ass and as she twisted to look at him he could also see her stiff nipples poking out through the apron.
He realised he should respond so he smiled at her and shook his head. "You didn't wake me. I was already getting up." His smile broadened into a grin. "Do you always cook naked?"
"I'm not naked, I have my apron on," Harriet chastised playfully. "But no, I don't. Truthfully, I only did it this morning because I was going to bring you a cake for breakfast and surprise you."
"Ah, sorry to ruin it."
Harriet giggled. "You didn't." Then she picked up a cake and walked towards him. "Here, eat this. I baked it for you."
Jeffrey thanked her and took the cake before hungrily digging in.
"This is delicious, Harriet. It would have made a lovely surprise," he said.
She smiled. "Good! I'm glad." Then her mouth twisted into a naughty smile. "But that wasn't the surprise. This was..."
With that she dropped to her knees, reaching out to grasp Jeffrey's cock. He spluttered as she did so, staring down at her with lustful awe as she wrapped her lips around his tip and started to stroke him to hardness. Soon he was at full mast and she started to really pleasure him with her mouth. He reached over to set the cake down on the counter so he could give her his full attention.
"Don't you dare," she said, pulling her head from his cock. "Finish that cake and just enjoy yourself."
He did not want to disobey the sultry cook so he leaned back against the wall and delighted in things. He absently ate the tasty cake whilst Harriet delivered an expert blowjob. She bobbed her head on his dick, wetting his shaft with her saliva, and he groaned around mouthfuls of sweet pastry as she did so.
Soon he had finished his breakfast and he stared down at her, stroking both hands through her hair. But his magic cock wanted more than just a blowjob, so he guided his lover to her feet and kissed her passionately.
Eventually she broke the kiss, twisting away from him and bending over the counter, presenting her ass to him. He took the hint and stepped closer, grabbing his cock and neatly spearing her eager cunt. She moaned and pushed back against him.
Jeffrey started slow, enjoying the pace of their morning sex. He found the fact that she was still wearing her apron incredibly sexy and he slid a hand beneath the loose garment to grasp one of her heavy tits. Her body rocked with the slow movements of his hips as he fucked her.
"Gods, Jeffrey, you're going to make me come all over your cock!" she moaned suddenly, turning her face to stare at him.
He liked the sound of that so he sped up, his hips hammering against the redhead's gorgeous body. Her tits swung beneath the apron and he alternated between kneading the wonderful mounds and holding her hips.
After a short while he felt her pussy start to tense and moments later she screamed out her pleasure as a huge orgasm exploded inside her. Her blue eyes went wide and he delighted in the sight of her mammoth climax even as his own arrived.
"Yes!" he bellowed as his cum burst forth from his magic cock, coating her walls with its seed. When at last their pleasure faded, he pulled out of the cook with a satisfied sigh. She pushed herself upright and straightened her apron.
"I hope you enjoyed your surprise as much as I did," she giggled. "But now, sadly, I must get on with my baking."
Jeffrey left her to her work and returned to the bedroom to wash. Soon he was dressed.
He left the bakery half an hour later. Harriet gave him a lingering kiss and a naughty wink when he did so before thrusting a pack filled with bread into his hands. He thanked her for her kindness and then was on his way.
He left the town on the northern road and soon found himself alone on the dusty road. He walked for hours and as his feet started to get tired he wondered how Swift was getting on back at the camp. Then he remembered that the mare would not even realise he was gone as barely any time would have passed in the present. Jeffrey was not a stupid man but even so he struggled to get his head around time travel.
He therefore decided not to think too much about it. He was here in the past to complete a quest and that was what mattered. He had to save Mylia in her tower before the whole lot vanished from existence and he would be marooned here.
It was then that he spotted a woman sitting by the side of the road up ahead. After a moment he realised that she was crying. She had her head in her hands and he could see hear her sobs. He hurried towards her.
"What do you want, pest?" she snapped as he got close. "Leave me alone!"
"I'm just here to help if I can, my lady," he said calmly, trying not to upset her further.
She pulled her hands away from her face and even despite the fact that she was crying she was obviously still incredibly beautiful. She had large green eyes and a gorgeous face, framed in wavy brown hair. He guessed that she was in her early-twenties, a few years younger than Jeffrey himself. She actually reminded him slightly of someone he knew in the present, though his mind would not tell him who it was.
The woman glared at him. "You can help me by going away. There's nothing you can do for me."
"There must be something, my lady. I mean no harm."
"Stop calling me a lady!" she shouted suddenly, clambering to her feet. "I'm not a lady! Not anymore!"
Jeffrey took a step back, startled by her sudden anger. He did not know what had set her off. But even despite his shock he could not help but let his eyes quickly scan her figure. She was probably about 5'5", and possessed a pair of wonderfully huge breasts that pushed her heavy brown cloak outwards with their size.
He swallowed and tried to focus on calming this woman down. "I did not mean to offend you, stranger. I apologise if I did."
She sighed as her anger visibly deflated. "I'm sorry for snapping at you, sir knight. I know I am being unreasonable." Then her mood brightened and she smiled. "Alright, you said you wanted to help. Do you have any food?"
He bowed. "I have bread, freshly baked this morning. You are welcome to share it with me." He chuckled pleasantly. "But first, if I cannot call you 'my lady', then I must know your name."
"It is Isabella," she said, extending her hand.
Jeffrey's eyes widened. That was who she reminded him of - Princess Isabel! What an odd coincidence, that they looked so similar and shared almost identical names. But still, Jeffrey was one hundred years in the past, so he knew it could be no more than that.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Isabella," he said, kissing her outstretched hand. "I am Sir Jeffrey Trailson."
She smiled at him and they ate together. After a while they set off again, heading north. He did not ask where she was going but he guessed it was in the same direction as she seemed to gladly walk beside him.
