Synelle’s eyes went wide but she could only moan and gag with Hadrian’s monster cock deep down her throat. Regina’s words were alarming indeed, but she was getting what she had wanted ever since she had been a chambermaid for the Queen. From hidden panels behind the royal curtains she had often spied the Queen take her many lovers, Sir Hadrian among them, and her lust for the handsome knight had grown beyond her control. But now this lustful sorceress was going to take it all away from her. She couldn’t let that happen. But oh, her lover’s rock hard cock felt so good down her throat. She just had to have him deep inside her pussy soon.
Her eyes went wide as the knight’s cock grew even thicker, making her throat ache dully. She knew he was going to release his delicious load down her throat. She grabbed at his tight buttocks, her nails digging into the smooth tautness of the stone hard buns. She heard him grunt and then a hot splash exploded against the back of her throat. Her eyes watered freely and she gagged as he filled her with his thick seed.
Hadrian pulled out of her mouth roughly and spattered the last few drops of his cum on her face and chest. She gasped and clawed at his rigid member, yearning for more. His laugh was intoxicating and his ruggedly handsome face made her orgasm for the third time. She wept and her slender body shuddered under its own pleasurable release.
“A man’s fresh semen, a virgin’s saliva and my special love potion.” Regina loomed over her face. “And now the enchantment will be complete.”
Regina’s face lowered over hers and the sorceress kissed her deeply. The flame haired woman sucked some of the knight’s semen out of her mouth and licked her face hungrily. Synelle could feel a strange sensation course through her body. It was not as much a pleasure as she had experienced so far, but still was a good feeling. Regina’s laughter echoed inside her head.
“You fool of a girl.” The sorceress cackled. “The love potion was for me. Hadrian is madly in love with me now and he will do everything I tell him to. But I cannot enter the palace in this beautiful form, so that is why I need yours.”
“What are you saying, Madam Regina?” Synelle shook with fear as she felt her insides clench and quiver.
“I have cast a spell to have our bodies switch over…” Regina’s horrible laughter echoed all over the small cottage. “…for seven days you will be in my body while I reside in yours. Enough time for me to enter the royal palace as you and weave my hold over the Queen and then the King. And you will remain here hidden in my form until the enchantment has run its course.”
Synelle blinked hard and her head swam. Her vision blurred and darkness engulfed her. When she opened her eyes again, she gasped out loud. She could see herself lying naked on the bed with Sir Hadrian lying next to her and caressing his receding organ with a smug smile on his face. She looked down at herself and froze. She could see her breasts, no longer were they small and flat but naked and full, upright with nipples standing out hard. She ran her hands over them and shivered. Her hips and shapely buttocks she explored next and they felt like never before, full, round and so wonderful. And neither had she her dark long hair, but a flaming cascade fell all over her strong and rounded shoulders. She was indeed in the sorceress voluptuous and enticing body and she no longer felt afraid or inhibited.
“A beautiful and well executed plan, my lovely sorceress.” Hadrian stood up and thrust his pelvis obscenely toward Regina now in her body. The sorceress reached forward and kissed his cock with Synelle’s thin lips.
“Yes, my knight.” Regina purred. “Now bind that fool, but be gentle for I will reclaim that beautiful body in seven days, and then let us be on our way to the royal palace. I cannot wait to rule these lands.”
“As I was saying, a beautiful and well executed plan.” Hadrian grinned and looked at Synelle. “But not as good as hers.”
“What are you talking about, fool?” Regina stared with astonished eyes at the tall knight.
“Sir Hadrian and I had a plan of our own.” Synelle gave the sorceress a cold laugh. “In truth, it was my plan and Sir Hadrian agreed to it. I promised him he’d get to fuck a flame haired beauty and he was sold.”
“This is not making any sense…” Regina staggered back in Synelle’s waiflike body.
“You see, Regina… I am a sorceress too.” Synelle nodded. “Not as potent as you are, but I knew what you could do and took advantage of this opportunity. I was cursed, you see… I have only three more days to live… my body has been failing for the last few days. I grow weaker every hour… or should I say, you grow weaker every hour, since now that you possess my former ailing body.”
“What?” Regina stiffened. “No! This cannot be… my enchantment is irreversible. And this form has only three days to live…?”
“Aye; and your enchantment will last seven.” Synelle said with a malicious grin. “You will be long gone before then.”
“You tricked me…” Regina screamed out loud. “…you little slut.”
“Aye, I did…” She told the petrified sorceress. “But only because you intended to trick me first, otherwise why would you approach me with false promises of love and lust. Your own fangs have turned around to bite you in the ass, dear Regina.”
“Aye, so it has.” Hadrian said with a laugh. “And what a fine piece of ass it is. But it is no longer hers, is it, my dear Synelle? Why, now I wouldn’t mind banging that ass whenever you want me to.”
“And no better time and place than here and now, my handsome knight.” Synelle’s laughter rang high. “I want you to plunder my ass with that rising spear of yours, Hadrian… right in front of our ailing benefactor, before she completely withers away and dies.”
Story Twelve
“It is I, the lady of the house.” She said in a soft whisper.
“L-Lady Bella Marie Fontaine.” The young man peering through the crack in the doorway looked fretful.
“Yes, now let me in.” Bella said with a little more urgency. “I must make my nightly confession.”
“But-but his holiness, Father Julian, is away… on…” The young acolyte trembled slightly.
“It matters not.” She pushed the door open as he backed away. “You can serve my purpose.”
“But my lady…” He stammered. “I am not… yet ordained, I have been a simple novitiate for a mere week.”
“Yet you are a man of the Cloth, or at least one on the path to be.” She insisted and looked around the little chapel that her husband, Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, had ordered to be built inside his castle. “You will hear my confession and seek forgiveness for me.”
“I… I am not sure…” He backed away as she took a step toward him.
“What is your name?” She stared intensely at his young slender face.
“Er… I am Eustace Deleon, my lady.” The young acolyte bowed low.
“Very well, Eustace… take your place, I have much to ask forgiveness for.”
“If it pleases you, my lady.” Eustace nodded and took the customary seat for the act.
“Indeed it does.” Bella said and knelt down before him. “Give me your hand.”
His hand was soft and tender to the touch, almost as delicate as her own and she wondered how those hands would feel on her body. She was used to, and preferred, male hands that were strong and coarse upon her sensitive body, but then there was always room for new things to be experienced.
“Relieve yourself of the burden of sin, my lady.” Eustace recited lines he had much practiced and his hand shook in hers. “Unburden it all unto me so that I may wash them away in the name of our Lord and find you forgiveness and peace.”
“I give myself to you, young Eustace.” Bella said in a tone most solemn. “I will confess everything, nothing shall I hide… for I have sinned and I seek forgiveness and peace.”
“You may begin, my lady.”
“Ah, but where shall I begin…” She said with a choking sob. “…life has played a jest most cruel on me, a mere woman of flesh and blood… a simple soul that seeks only love
and care. As you know, my marriage to Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, a man more than twice my age, was made as an alliance between my father’s estate and this one. And alas, for me it has been nothing but entrapment with no means of release, not even for a day. My husband is old and lacks the interest, as well as the will and means to satisfy a wife as young as I… and I am a woman who has needs.
“All the silken luxury of expensive cushions and rugs on an exquisite bed does little to bring sleep. Nothing comforts me more than the warm, protective embrace of a strong man, in whose arms I would feel safe and protected. And a man who would also make me feel like a woman, a woman stretched and filled, with a sense of fulfillment and contentment. But alas, my beloved husband, the Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, is older than my own sire, and more often than not, leaves me wanting in more ways than one.
“But I, Lady Bella Marie Fontaine, am not one to be denied, and for the past one year of this fruitless marriage out of arrangement, I have found satisfaction from more willing and able partners. But alas again, those partners are now away, away to serve crown and country on some foolhardy battle against marauding raiders from the northern wastelands seeking to plunder the riches of this land. And yet, this night the fire of desire burns wild within me and I am just a mere woman of flesh and blood, with needs most natural that must be quenched.
“Am I committing a sin, your holiness? Am I going to be damned for doing only what my body was designed by a divine creator to do?”
She looked into the young acolyte’s fearful eyes and squeezed hard on his hand. She could tell that he was aroused by her and all that she had said. After all, a man of the Cloth or no, he was still a man. And Bella knew how to bring men to become their most vulnerable selves. And young Eustace Deleon was no different.
“I… I should say, my lady…” He said after swallowing down hard. “…you must control yourself… it is a test, a test by our Lord for you to be true and chaste… to contain oneself against temptation is a virtue… it is a… a… to deny oneself such base needs is a… a…”
“Is that what you are doing now, Eustace?” She gave him a mocking smile. “Are you denying yourself the pleasure of base needs that one is born with?”
“Oh, my lady… I… I have no such needs… I must ask for forgiveness… for you…”
“Isn’t lying a sin too, young novitiate?” She placed a hand on his trembling knee. “Or are those of the Cloth excused from it?”
Eustace stiffened at her bold touch but he didn’t brush her hand away. “Lying is a sin… a most grievous sin, my lady.”
“So would you not be lying were you to say you do not find me desirous?”
“I… I cannot… I must not…”
“Young Eustace, you are not yet ordained, just a new acolyte in training,” She slid her hand from his knee up his slender thigh, pulling his robe upward with the motion. “And if I were to seduce you, neither you nor I would have our eternal souls damned for all eternity.”
“My lady?” She felt triumphant at the tone of fear and defeat in his voice. “I… I cannot say… I am not allowed…”
“Then do not say anything, young one.” She smiled and boldly pushed his robe all the way up to his waist. “And I am allowing you to do everything you want to me.”
“But my lady…”
“Hush, little acolyte, not another word…” She had his robe high enough to reveal his blood engorged erection. “I see this part of you has no regard for any of your fears.”
“My l-l-lady.” The young man shivered violently as she wrapped her fingers around the dense girth of his throbbing virgin cock.
Bella licked her lips and stroked him, he had one of the largest cocks she had ever seen, and on a slender, frail frame like his, it looked even bigger by contrast. She pulled down the foreskin to expose the pre-cum dribbling cockhead and leaned over him to plant a hungry kiss on it. She didn’t stop there; taking the full head into her mouth she gave it a few deep sucks and released it with a sharp slurping sound. Eustace was trembling like a leaf and murmuring something incoherent that could have only passed off for a prayer of forgiveness.
Bella grinned wolfishly and went down on the hapless young novitiate. She took nearly half of his lengthy girth down her throat and stroked the rest of it furiously. Her need to taste him drove her wild and she knew for a virgin like him it would not be long. With all her experience in such matters, she was right as Eustace stiffened sharply, cried out something unintelligible and then sagged back down. His cock surged in her mouth with his seed erupting in waves of thick splashes. She pulled herself back, keeping only the spewing cockhead in her mouth to savor the delicious discharge from his young cock. She knew he would remain as hard as ever to satisfy the burning need she had between her thighs next.
Eustace was spent, lying back on his large chair and breathing heavily, but his young cock was as erect as it was before his ejaculation. Bella licked his cock clean and lathered it with more of her saliva. He was delicious and she could get used to this. She stood up and lifted her nightgown, giving the wide eyed novitiate a full view of her forbidden fruit. Brazenly biting her lower lip, she moved over him, placing the throbbing head of his cock against the dripping lips of her hungering pussy. He twitched his cock in her hard, making her laugh out loud. She guided his cock in, slowly taking in his thickness inch by inch. The sensation of his dense organ filling her slick love canal was one most heavenly and very few of her lovers ever made her feel this way. She would have to find some way to make this Eustace more easily accessible to her, for the future needs of confessing her sins.
The young man gasped and panted. That he had never felt the tight warmth of a woman before was evident to her, and she felt his organ grow harder and thicker inside, stretching her wide. Oh, how she loved the feeling. She placed her palms down on his flat chest and lifted her hips upward, allowing his cock to slide slowly out of her. He had to be at least a foot long, judging how high she had to lift herself before she could feel only his cockhead inside her. This was going to be a ride she would not forget too soon, if at all she could.
“You don’t have to keep fighting it, you know.” She purred into his frightened face as she leaned over him. “You’re not a virgin anymore, and your sacred vows of abstinence are broken even before you could take them. So you might as well relax and enjoy this.”
“Uhh… but… my lady.” His eyes stared back at her in utter horror. “I am damned to burn in…”
“Nonsense, you fool.” She laughed into his face. “Now grab a hold of my beautiful ass and help me ride you… come on.”
Bella felt his nervous hands gingerly reaching for her plush behind. She threw back her head and laughed before slamming herself back down on him. The entire length of his thickness speared into her and she cried out. Pleasure and pain danced wildly and she wiggled her hips, letting his young hardness explore the wonders inside her. She rose and fell wildly over him, his thick cock stretching her over and over. It wouldn’t be long now as she felt the turbulence building up within her heaving belly. Then it gave way, rushing all the way down to her pussy and gushing out with the exquisite euphoria of a mind blowing orgasm.
She cried out, digging her nails into her lover’s slender arms, grinding against him, feeling his thickness deep inside her throb and swell. He exploded in tandem with her, filling her with his young virile seed for the second time that evening. Bella kissed his face, his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. His moans of pleasure mingled with her own and she held on to him as another orgasm worked its way down from her belly.
The sound of the door creaking open made the both of them freeze. As one they turned their heads to face the intruder. Before them stood a short, portly man, in the unmistakable brown robes of a fully ordained man of the Cloth. His eyes were wide and his mouth wider still, he had dropped the several scrolls and books he was carrying, and his hands were twitching by his sides.
“Ah, father Julian.” Bella smiled at him calml
y, and yet remained as she was, straddling her young lover.
“What in the name of the Lord…” The stout man finally sputtered. “This is blasphemy… this sin is unforgivable. Eustace, you will burn for Eter…”
“That is enough, my good man.” Bella hardened her tone. She had one hand placed on Eustace’s narrow chest, holding him down. “Tell me… what brings you barging in here in such a manner?”
“What?” Julian took a step back as if he was struck. It appeared he had just come to realize that she was the lady of the estate. “But… but… my lady, we are… under attack… the castle walls have been breached…”
“Under attack?” She felt a chill run down her back as she slid off her hapless lover. “But who dares to…”
“The Northmen… they have broken down our defenses and are looting the town.” Julian stole a quick glance at her exposed lower half. “I must save as many of our holy texts as I can… Eustace, help me.”
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