Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, awoke with a start to the sound of shouting outside. He had not meant to fall asleep since it was only early afternoon. He hurriedly sat upright and saw Isabella sitting by the window. She had got dressed since their tryst and now gazed out onto the street.
He climbed nakedly from the bed and joined her, then gasped. There were numerous soldiers filling the street with an ornate carriage in their wake. They were clearly looking for someone.
"Are these your escorts, Isabella?"
She looked at him and nodded. "Yes."
Then Jeffrey noticed something. The banner that the soldiers carried was one he had seen before - over the palace in the capital city!
"Isabella," he said, startled, "that is royal heraldry."
She glanced away, slightly embarrassed. "Yes it is, Jeffrey. I... um, I have been slightly dishonest with you." Then she met his gaze again. "Well, no, dishonest is the wrong word, as everything I have told you has been true... I have just left out some parts."
Jeffrey was stunned. He stared wide-eyed at the busty brunette. "What parts did you leave out?"
She grinned sheepishly. "Well, um, I guess the part where I reveal I'm the queen?"
"You're the queen?!" Jeffrey cried, reaching out for the windowsill for support.
Suddenly everything made sense. Isabella looked so much like Princess Isabel from his own time because she was her great-grandmother! Jeffrey remembered that there had indeed been a Queen Isabella in the past. She was known affectionately as "Isabella the Runaway" because she had disappeared for a few days in her early rule. She never said what had changed her mind but one day she just came back and ruled for many years. She was the first queen to hire advisors to help her with her duties and in doing so she guided the queendom into an era of prosperity and peace that was still lasting in Jeffrey's time. And Jeffrey had been fucking her!
He steadied himself and tried to collect his thoughts. "I can't believe I've been travelling with the queen all this time!"
"Shh, Jeffrey, someone will hear you!" she said, giggling. "Does it change anything? Your words of wisdom still hold true. My flight from responsibility was not invented. Everything between us is as real as it ever was."
"Even so..."
"Even so nothing," she playfully chastised. "We have grown close, Jeffrey. I am more grateful than you could ever possibly know that you found me on that road. This entire queendom is grateful. Without you I would still be running." She smiled. "And besides," she added with a wink, "does it not make all this even more fun, now that you know you were unwittingly fucking royalty all along?"
He laughed at her words. "I suppose it does, Isabella. And I understand why you felt you could not tell me. I will not hold that against you."
"Thank you, Jeffrey. I could tell when you saw me that you didn't recognise me, even when I said my name. But as I do not know your heraldry I guessed you were not from these lands. You obviously hail from a different kingdom entirely, and that was why you had no clue who I was. That made you the perfect travelling companion, because your ignorance offered me safety in my flight."
He bowed. "I am honoured to have helped you, your majesty."
She grinned. "You can call me Isabella, Jeffrey. Formality isn't really required when you've fucked my brains out. Twice."
He chuckled. "Very well, Isabella." He sighed sadly. "Then I suppose this is goodbye."
"Which means that I will have to make these last few moments count," she said, suddenly standing up and crushing herself against him. She kissed him hard and although it took him by surprise somewhat he was soon returning the motion.
Then she roughly shoved him onto the bed, climbing on after him with a sparkle in her green eyes. Before Jeffrey knew what was happening she had sucked his magic cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head, bringing him to full hardness and he groaned at the feeling. For a minute or two he simply lay there and let her do the work with her wonderful tongue and lips.
Suddenly she pulled her head from his dick. "You know, I had just planned to suck your cock, since my guards have arrived." She grinned. "But fuck it, they can wait. I'm the queen, after all."
Then she slipped from the bed and Jeffrey groaned as she pulled off her belt and wiggled out of her grey dress to join him in nakedness. With a grin she climbed back on the bed and straddled him, lifting her hips and angling his cock with her waiting snatch.
"And if this is the last time we're going to be together, Jeffrey, then I want it to end with me coming all over your cock."
With that she lowered herself down, her green eyes rolling back as his member pierced her folds and sank into her hot silken tunnel. Jeffrey groaned out too and soon his magic cock was fully nestled inside her cunt. Isabella started to roll her hips.
It did not take long before she was bouncing on him with more passion, her moans loud in the small room. Her body looked so good above him and he could not help but explore it with his hands.
"I'm going to miss your big cock," she moaned as she rode him, her eyes glowing with pleasure.
Suddenly Jeffrey moved, letting go of her tits and instead pulling her down for a frantic kiss. He took the opportunity as their tongues duelled to start moving his own hips and soon he was hammering his cock into her sensitive pussy, groaning as he felt his balls twitch. He delighted in the way the position pressed her lovely body against him.
Isabella pulled her head away to stare at him with wide-eyed awe. Her face was flushed and he knew she was close.
"Yes, Jeffrey! Fuck me!" she screamed, and he felt her cunt start to spasm. "Yes! I'm coming!"
He grunted out his pleasure. At the exact same moment his own orgasm hit, spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupting into Isabella's quivering tunnel. He could feel his lover's cunt spasming and clutching at his dick and knew she was coming incredibly hard, but that was always the way with his magic cock.
When at last their orgasms faded she climbed off him with a breathless giggle and immediately set about getting dressed again. Soon she had, and she stepped close to him, giving him a long, tender kiss before making for the door.
"I shall miss you, Jeffrey," she said with a hint of sadness. "Look after yourself."
Then she was gone.
Jeffrey climbed out of the bed and slowly got dressed again. He watched Isabella climb into the carriage and take her seat, and as the horses pulled it away he saw her look at him and blow him a kiss with a naughty smile. He grinned.
He waited about twenty minutes before leaving the tavern, just so no one would realise that he and Isabella had been together. He didn't want scandal following the young queen back to the capital city, not when she was so eager to take up her duties again and this time excel at them.
When he did finally step onto the street outside there was no sign of Isabella's carriage or her escort. Even the commotion caused by their arrival had died down. With a smile to himself he set off northwards again.
Soon the road became quite forested and he realised that the trees were growing thicker all around him. He was obviously heading in the right direction and he was pleased by that knowledge. He was not far away now.
After another hour or so of travelling he came upon a clearing. It was the same clearing that he had left in his own timeline and he stared at the wavering outline of the tower in the middle of the glade. It looked exactly the same as it did in his world.
He slowly approached the tower and spent a few minutes circling it. The building seemed to waver in and out of existence in this timeline too and he tried not to think about what that meant. After he had completed his circuit he came upon the main entrance and stood looking at it. There was nothing more to do except go inside.
"Good luck, Jeffrey," he said to himself with a chuckle.
Despite its incorporeal form the door was still solid to his touch. And unlike in his time, here in the past it opened easily enough. Beyond was an ornate stone entrance hall with a spiral staircase. He took a deep breath and stepped in.
A strange sensation passed over him and made him shiver as he passed through the doorway and suddenly he found himself standing on solid flagstones. The tower no longer wavered and faded.
