Message-ID: <7313eli$9801151859@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "J. Reynolds" Subject: Castle -Fantasy/Medieval, MF/F Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: cepheus42@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34BD3C7B.5578@hotmail.com> While searching for a scene I wrote that I want to expand into a short story, I "rediscovered" this old piece of erotica I had written several years ago. I made a few editing changes and decided to post it. Enjoy. Castle It was the darkening of the western sky that brought lady Loralei to the watchman’s tower. Throughout the long day, the noises of battle rang dimly from the east, the voices of men lifted above the clamor of sword and steel, the bitter naying of horses piercing all like a shot of arrows volleyed into her very heart. All day she had listened, while careful pretense dictated she sit and sew, or help prepare each meal in silent agony. Now, as the light failed, she waited to see the men returning. The sounds had dimmed, though not yet quelled, and soon the wounded would be arriving, the others to camp near the battle grounds for the night, to drink and shout curses at their foes across the field. The first men limped from the woods, following the furrows left by wagons in the spring mud. In small groups of two or three they held each other up as they made their way slowly to the keep. In the dusky gloom, her eyes could not see the faces as they crossed the drawbridge, and Loralei went down the steps to wait next to the gate. The stars had come out before the last of the men arrived. These were often brought in by those still healthy, carried in arms or by crude litters. Loralei helped with the bandaging, searching the face of each man carefully. As each was carried away, she sighed and turned to the next. He was nearly the last one brought through the gate, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw his too pale face, the blood staining his green silk tunic. She finished with the grizzled veteran she was attending, a man remembered well for his voracious appetite at the dinner table, and walked with feigned calm to his side. "What has happened to this one," she asked, trying to mask the quiver which threatened to lock up her throat like a dungeon gate. "My lady,’ the soldier rose to attention. "My liege, thy lord, was beset during the battle. We could not get to him quickly enough." His eyes lowered to the ground to avoid her gaze. "Where is he, then" she asked. "As I said, m’lady, we could not help him quickly enough. But, this bard, he drew a sword from the body of a dead warrior, and went to my lord’s aide, holding back the enemy ‘til reinforcements could arrive. The baron is well, thanks to this man." The soldier lowered his head, waiting for her dismissal. "Thank you. You may leave, now." The soldier strode from the hall, heading back towards the encampments revealed by the distant glow of fires. She motioned to several of the healthy men, gesturing to them to pick of the litter. Marian, her lady in waiting, came to her side, and they led the soldiers, and the wounded man, to a separate chamber. She told the men to wait outside and then shut the stout oak door behind her. Marian was even more pale than the man. Her body shook slightly and her eyes seemed misted, as though she were to cry. Loralei took her by the arms, guiding her gently into a chair near the bed. "He will be alright, will he not, m’lady" Marian asked, the tears beginning to spill down her cheek. "Yes, Marian, we will see that he is." Sounding more confident then she felt, she fetched another cloth from the pail and wiped his brow. He moaned, his heading rolling to one side. Marian stood, taking the cloth from Loralei, and continuing to stroke his brow. Loralei sat down, allowing her maid to take over the ministrations of their patient. She watched as Marian pulled the tunic carefully back, revealing the blood stained wound in his side. It was difficult to see much in the torch light, but she had faith that Marian would be able to heal any injury he may have suffered. Marian let out a sigh, and Loralei could feel a weight slowly lifting from her. "His wound is not grievous," she said, as she wiped carefully at the blood. "Nay, it is naught but a scratch. This one has more luck than I may have guessed." Her voice was soft, not reproachful as her words seemed. Her hands deft, Marian continued to undress the man, removing tunic, boots, then his hose. Loralei felt her breath stick again, as his flesh was revealed. Memories seized at her: she had seen him before this way, though never so close. Indeed, she knew Marian had often had a much better view of him, though she always said he had love for only one. Marian turned to smile at her then, as though hearing the very thoughts she had not spoken. A deep breath came from him then, and they both turned their attention back to the patient. His eyes opened, and he looked upon them, seemingly confused by his surroundings. "Where dost I lay," he asked, his voice soft and deep, belying his lean form. "You were wounded. Some of the other soldiers brought you here," said Marian, resting her hand upon his arm to keep him from rising. He looked upon Loralei, and she felt a warmth rise to her cheeks. "My lady," he said, "I must thank thee and thy maiden for thy gentle hands. Life does fill this body once more, and joy at seeing thy beauty." The warmth began to touch upon other parts, and she caste her eyes down, lest he see the desire beginning to smolder within them. "You are too kind, Bralig, my poet." So long she had known him, so often had she dreamed of him, yet now she found his naked body too wondrous to look at. Staring at her hands, which fiddled with the fabric of her dress, was safer. "Indeed, it is I who must thank you. It was spoken to me of how you saved my lord’s life. You are a warrior as well as a bard. I wouldst find some means of thanking you." "A kiss then," he said without hesitation, trying desperately to meet her gaze. Steadfastly she refused his eyes, and replied "Nay, thou knowest that my lord wouldst not forgive me should I partake, even in thanking, of another man’s lips. Marian; thou mayest kiss her, though." Marian leaned down, her lips touching his. Yet, his eyes never lingered from her, and, from the corner of her sight, she could see his desire grow, his manhood beginning to swell. Marian lingered in his arms, savoring the taste of his lips. "Is there naught else I can do for you" Loralei asked, her heart beating so fast as the hummingbirds’, feeling as though it may burst forth from her chest. "I would another kiss, such sweetness heals me all the faster," was the reply. Marian leaned in again, her face still flush from the first. Once again their lips met, his hands reaching around to pull her closer to him. Loralei felt waves of longing in her, to be in those arms, feel his hands on her. This time the kiss lingered longer, and his hands began to roam Marian’s body. Running down her back, along her arms, stroking her legs. Loralei squirmed in her seat as his hand pulled slowly at the hem of Marian’s dress, raising it up, over her calves, her knees, revealing her thighs. Marian pulled back for a moment, her face finding Loralei’s with a question. Loralei simply nodded, unable to speak now, to say the words. Marian stepped free of his grasp, slowly pulling her dress over her head, revealing her smooth, pale skin. Her small breasts stood high and firm, her nipples erect from desire. She drew near his naked body, pressing hard against him as she sought his face. Kissing, he carressed her body, touching every inch he could reach. She moaned in his arms and Loralei, unable to resist, slowly undid the front of her own dress, reaching in to clasp one breast, run her hands over her body, wishing they were his. Marian’s kisses began moving lower, lingering on his neck with small bites, moving to lick and suck on his nipples. Her hands reached down, smoothing over the flesh of his stomach, finding his phallis, slowly pulling on its’ hard smoothness. Her mouth followed, whispers of kisses trailing down until she reached his erection, kissing its tip, running her tongue slowly down its length. Lorelei bit her lip as her own hands reached down to her legs, finding herself warm and wet. With building passion she began to finger her sweetness, her eyes never leaving the bodies before her. Now Marian had taken him into her mouth, every precious inch of his desire disappearing into her sweet lips. His head back he moaned, yet his eyes never left Loralei, watching her as she pleasured herself. His hands reached down, pulling Marian up, guiding her onto the bed. His tongue began its work, finding every part of her, each piece of naked flesh, exploring her body. He lingered at her breasts, sucking and biting on her long nipples, taking each breast entirely into his mouth, one at a time, and then releasing them to blow upon them, the soft caress of breath causing her nipples to grow even harder. His mouth trailed down, over her belly, along her thighs, parting her legs until her reached her lips, parted like a flower. With a sigh, his tongue met her passion, licking her slick sex. Marian’s head went back, her hands pressing his head into her. Loralei felt waves of desire flow down into her hands now. She parted her own lips, pushing one finger into herself, as her other hand softly rubbed that spot, so sweet, so joyous. She could feel her hips moving, unable to stop the feeling, the want of him. With a shudder and cry Marian reached her climax, her body arching up and wrapping around his. She lay back, small whimpers coming from her as he continued to lick for a few moments more. He stood then, staring at the form that lay before him, then turning to look at Loralei. His hand reached out, taking Marian’s and pulling her from the bed. He lay down then, closing his eyes, one hand lightly running along his body. Marian, with a smile, picked up her dress, and, taking the torch from the holder in the wall, went into the adjacent room. Darkness, almost complete, fell as she closed the door behind her. Loralei could just see the edge of the bed, his form silhouetted by some light that strayed in through the window. Rising, she removed her dress, feeling the cool air on her skin, the nipples in her large breasts growing hard. She walked the few feet to the bed, touching his legs, climbing onto his beautiful form. His hands touched her skin, caressing her cheek. He lowered them to her hips, slowly guiding her down until she felt him enter her, his hardness filling her. She lay upon him, moving ever so slowly, her lips meeting his, his hands soft upon her back. Never had she felt such wonder, such beauty. Their bodies as one, the rhythm growing, his hands finding her in the dark, learning her secrets. She kissed him again, feeling the sun rise in his every touch, a hot fire growing below. The pace quickened again, and his mouth breathed into hers, "I love you," and she replied "as do I, my lord," and her passion could no longer wait, as he groaned, flooding her with love and desire and want. She shuddered, waves of pleasure floating through her body, seeing sparks before her as she gasped out her love again, and again, and again, each one punctuated by a breathless kiss. And then, the quiet. She lay ontop of him, feeling his heart slow against her breasts. His hands caressed her still, and, though he grew soft, he made no motion to pull free of her body. ‘This is what I have desired,’ she thought. Slowly, like a soft blanket, sleep stole over them. She let it take her, knowing Marian would wake them when it was soon time to part. Until then, she wanted nothing but to remain in his arms. And, with the dawn? Perhaps he would need another kiss. -- "The church says the earth is flat. But I know it's round for I have seen it's shadow on the moon and I have more faith in a shadow then the church" - Magellan -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |