Midevil knights, lords and serving wenches in t his tale of lust, passion and sex inside the walls of Castle Solacia

The cold wind strafed the embattlements of Loch Solacia's castle. The wind's banshee strength came from its whipping of the cold waters of the loch. Sir Armand de Lucienta shifted the cloak over his broad, armored shoulders in an attempt to ward off the lancing chill.

Armand's watch of the battlements ended at twilight, leaving the bitterly cold hours of night to the rank of junior knights. Of the 15 knights and their hosts, he was the ranking of the field marshals. Only Lord Elias held more power in the castle. Armand was eager to leave that power, and responsibility to the older Lord, and the price for that was Lord Elias's protection.

Since the start of winter, the life at Castle Solacia settled in for the night early, before the wind started up. Armand made his way through the dark feast hall and balconies on his way to the kitchens. the lord of Solacia made it a point to provide food and drink for his garrison, and for that Armand was again thankful of his benefactor.

The heat of the kitchens was a furnace compared to the chill of the sleeping castle. A pretty brown haired serving girl smiled as he entered, and the old cook grunted with practiced mock annoyance. Armand nodded politely at the serving girl, and bowed deeply to the cook. "So, old mother, what is for a starving man?"

"All ye men be starving for one thing or another, Captain Scoundrel." The old woman laughed as she ladled a thick stew onto a trencher. "You'd be well ta remember that Liz, ye would!" she said to the serving girl, all the while shaking the serving ladle at her, and spraying broth in comedic arks.

The Cook thrust the platter into Liz's hands, and the girl served Armand at the expansive kitchen table. As Liz placed the food and tankard of wine before Armand, Armand was caught by the shy, content smile on the young girl's face. Suddenly, Liz was aware that the knight was staring, and stood back with a start that nearly left Armand with a lap full of wine.

Armand was quick to his feet, slowly picking his word with care. Something was stirring in him that was not the lust he understood and oftentimes felt when with a woman. "Milady, please, I do not wish to offend. I was struck as curious, that is all." He smiled at the serving girl, hoping that it and his words would be enough to sooth her. "It was your smile, Milady. You were glowing, and I wondered why."

Liz flushed a much deeper shade of scarlet, and covered her mouth with her hand to hide the shocked look she wore. Quickly, she pulled her wits back into form, and smiled. "Well My Lord, I was smiling because it is such a pleasure to serve you."

"Really now lass. Just how might that be?" Armand began to eat hungrily, the food vying equally with the wench for his attention.

Liz refilled Armand's cup, and sat across from him at his invitation. "Well, for one, you have never pinched a feel or been lewd to the others, or me and you discipline your men to act the same." she stopped there, and fought for words.

Armand finished the stew, and declined the offer for more. For a while, he was content to sit and talk with this intoxicating brown haired wench. The longer he sat with her, the more he began to want her, possibly for more than a warm bed. Time fled as they talked, with the old matron of a cook quietly grinning and cooking on. Soon, the cook shooed the pair out of her kitchens, proclaiming that the voices were upsetting her crumpets.

Exile from the Kitchens meant back to the winter's chill. Impulsively, Armand wrapped Liz in his cloak, and pulled her to him. Instead of the hug he had intended, her lips met his. A start of surprise became an inquisitive kiss, and the kiss grew into a breathtaking moment. Necessity broke their kiss, and they stood there for a moment with their foreheads resting together, both breathing a little heavier than usual.

Armand felt the girl shiver, and wordlessly led her to his chambers. The guard at his door said nothing as the two lovers slipped inside. The entry opened into a small sitting room warmed by it's own fire. Furs hid the small window in order to fight the cold. Shunning the need for a second room, Armand kept large furs and woolen blankets near the fireplace for warmth. Armand sat to remove his armor as Liz retrieved, and spread the luxurious bedclothes. She felt Armand's strong hands encircle her waist from behind, and relaxed into his chest. He held her like that in front of the fire before turning her around for a kiss. She happily complied; kissing the strong warrior as fully as she could, matching and igniting his already alert passions.

They sank to their knees, then to their sides while locked. After the kiss had played itself out, Armand gently brushed Liz's head, feeling the silk texture of her hair pass over his hand. She then rubbed her cheek over the smooth worn calluses, allowing him to cup the back of her head and draw her lips back to his. Elizabeth readily answered.

Like an imp, Elizabeth pushed Armand away, and sat up. She placed her finger to his lips, silencing him, and then playfully tugged loose the bow tying her bodice. The ribbon pulled easily, slipping the knot and pulling away. Liz made a show of pulling the ribbon completely out, and slipping the bodice off her tapering shoulders. Her breasts pressed against the under shirt as she leaned back in a very un-lady like stretch. Armand was fascinated that a woman could be as free as a man when playing at seduction. He slinked out of the position she had left her in, and lowered his muscular frame over hers as she arched backwards. Caught, Liz could do nothing but fall underneath him as he continued to press her towards the floor. She collapsed onto the furs, and found herself pinned by his warm and inviting weight. His hips parted her thighs, and Armand's pale green eyes held hers as he leaned in for another kiss. She surrendered to him then, completely blissful to embrace Armand, and to be loved by him. Her euphoria rose as his lips left hers, and kissed their way down her neck. Each touch made her shiver; each brush of his lips enticed a moan. Her body quickened with his touch, leaving her more excited with each caress.

Armand's teeth found the first of her two engorged nipples, and he sucked it into his mouth greedily. Liz moaned loudly at the contrasting touches, the hard unyielding sharpness of his teeth verses the warm, wet pleasure of his tongue. She began to shiver underneath him, and sigh in loud contentment when his hands found her other breast. Armand nearly ripped the shirt from her as he focused his intense need for the woman on her two delectable breasts. His hands roamed, and his mouth explored the curves and soft flesh of each mound as Liz shook, arched, and begged Armand to continue.

One easy, smooth motion released Elizabeth from her over and under skirts. Armand paused to take in her body in the firelight. His hands splayed across her firm belly and he knelt upwards looking down at is new lover. His powerful hands slid over her belly, to the valley between thighs thick from work. Armand dipped one finger into the rich honey that coated her most private of wonders. Armand brought his wet fingers up, and tasted the heady sweet musk that now coated the first two fingers. Liz looked upon this shyly, almost shocked. She almost protested when Armand's head dipped between her legs for a first hand taste, but the rush of liquid fire that engulfed her when his questing tongue found the folds of her swollen, glistening vulva, and gently spread them apart ended all thought of protest.

Elizabeth caught Armand by the dark auburn curls of his hair while her hips rose to meet his hungry mouth. Armand left nothing to whim, and poured his lusts into her. With his finger, he spread her lips apart, revealing the erect button underneath. Deep, intense moans were his reward as he stroked, circled, and massaged her clit with his tongue. Armand's name found its way into her cries as he took her through orgasm after orgasm. Then suddenly, he stopped.

Elizabeth looked up from where she lay, and silently watched him undress. What could she say, lying breathless from his ministrations? His expert tongue had played her body like a fine lute, and as he slipped off his breeches she moaned. She wanted him, wanted him inside of her. She looked Armand in the eye as he knelt between her quivering thighs. Elizabeth reached down, and took his steel hard member into her hand. They never looked away from each other's as she guided him to her. But she had to break the moment.

The soft tip of his enraged member touched the outer folds of her awaiting body, and she shook with electricity. Armand's hips pressed forward, spreading Elizabeth wider to accommodate his powerful build. She gasped as he entered her, and almost cried as she felt him complete the union inside of her, filling her. She pulled herself up, and kissed him madly, wild from the moment.

Armand began to move his hips in slow, long strokes. Elizabeth was caught in the wave like motion, raising and lowering her hips in time with his. Each completed cycle brought a gasp to her throat, each withdraw, a moan. Armand had barely started his pace when her next climax racked her body. Elizabeth clawed at her lover's broad shoulders, jubilant growls and light screams demanding out of her throat. The wave of her orgasm waned, and Armand began moving again.

Armand was faster, plunging deep within her gasping body. He had felt her explode with satisfying pleasure, and started to allow his own. His muscled, trained body took its leave of Armand's senses, and unleashed its needs and lusts on the willing girl beneath him. Elizabeth's eyes and hips encouraged Armand, welcoming the raw intensity that was building. Armand's pace quickened, and he placed more force behind his thrusts. Elizabeth wailed her triumph, as well as Armand's name, as he took her. Each desperate plunge, each burning return drove them deeper into their animal selves. Armand ravaged her body, and oh gods did she welcome him!

Elizabeth urged Armand to quicken inside of her, to fill her completely. She screamed in delight as his slowly engorging tip set off another climax. As her teeth found his shoulder, Armand shuttered into Elizabeth's lustful body. The hot, flooding surge pushed Liz farther over the edge, leaving the two of them a shaking, breathless tangle on the furs. Armand kissed the tears that ran from her eyes as she rode the orgasm's high. She kissed his lips, pulling his weight onto her. Elizabeth lost herself in the reassuring weight of his body as it mixed with the livid afterglow. Armand trembled as he lay against her body, the heat of the moment sapping his strength for all but his soul's own celebration. Armand kissed Elizabeth deeply...

 

you can see what else this author wrote by clicking here