Medieval Mischief

by Mlyn Hurn

  “Good God, woman! I want to bed you so much…” Brand released his hard cock from his leggings and stepped close to her. He held her head in his hands and kissed her deeply, seeking her tongue with his own. He pressed his hot, near-to-bursting cock against her soft belly. One hand moved down between her thighs. He found her secret pleasure point and began teasing her until soft, delicious moans and cries were escaping her mouth in between his kisses.

  He deftly inserted one finger between her soft shaven lips, while continuing to pleasure her special place with his thumb. He moved his other hand to her breast, squeezing and plumping that globe to further sensitivity. He moved a second finger inside of her softness, testing her readiness, still teasing and arousing her further.

  He whispered against her open mouth, “Say no and I will stop, my sweet. Say yes, and I will take us to heaven.”

  * * * * *

  Avalon felt his hand between her thighs, his fingers making her his slave to command. Her breasts were so tender and aroused that even the slight feel of his chest hair could make her cry out yet again. She opened her mouth to deny him, but the word “yes” is the one that they both heard in the silence of the room. Brand jerked her leggings all the way off and then pulled her feet from the ground. Only his hands and the rope suspended her, as he slid her upward to his waist. Then slowly, he raised her legs to surround his hips and slid her body down. He paused at the soft, pink flesh of her pussy, pushing slowly, gently.

  Avalon surprised them both by tightening her legs and jerking his body into her own. She cried out at his complete entrance, but the feelings of his hard flesh, enveloped within her own, seemed too much. As she spasmed and her muscles tightened and gave way around his manhood, she continued to cry and sigh softly. Her body jerked in his arms as she reached the peak of climax and she forgot the loss of her virginity and how this changed her life.

  * * * * *

  Feeling her soft wetness sucking him in was more than Brand could control and he began thrusting between her white thighs. The first thrust past her maidenhead had been sweeter than he had thought. Each time was better than the last. He lowered his head to kiss her open mouth and then shot his load deep within her soft body. He relaxed his grip on her legs and they slowly slid down. His soft cock slid from her body, making a loud, wet sound in the silence of the room.

  Brand reluctantly stepped away from this woman, whose name he had not even learned before he took her. He let his eyes travel over her body. Her breasts were jiggling from her still rapid breathing, her nipples wet from his sucking mouth. Her pussy lips were wet and glistening with arousal and he could see his cum beginning to leak from her body. He didn’t think it possible, but he wanted her again. Grabbing his knife, he quickly cut the rope holding her arms. He lifted her spent body and laid her down on the mattress.

  Lying beside her, he trailed one hand over her softly parted lips, then down her neck. He paused and cupped her closest breast. He watched as he squeezed her soft, supple flesh. He smiled as her nipple budded up again, perhaps even more distended than before. He loved long nipples like hers. He loved to suck a woman’s tit for hours. Just then he realized that nothing would give him greater pleasure than to fall asleep sucking this woman’s tit. He wanted to wake with his head on her breasts, her nipples just a moment away from being sucked back into his eager mouth.

  Brand knew he should wait to give her nearly virgin body time to recover, but his cock was rock hard again. The argument to wait was short-lived. He moved over the silent woman and eased himself back within her soft, wet flesh. Her tightness was sweet, and she seemed to suck his hardness within her body, holding him tight. When he pulled back to thrust into her again, he could feel her muscles pulling, squeezing his body. It didn’t take long, with her cunt muscles milking his cock, and he again came deep within her body. Exhausted, he fell onto the bed beside her, asleep almost before he hit the mattress.

  Chapter 2

  Avalon left Brand while he slept. She had no idea how long they had been together. Each time he touched her she didn’t care about life beyond the cottage walls. It had been painful leaving him, which she told herself was ridiculous. This man had tied her up and taken her virginity. This fueled her walk back to the castle.

  She entered through a secret entrance that only a few close confidantes of her father were aware of also. Through it one could escape the castle, if it were to be attacked and overrun, to waiting boats moored at the well-hidden docks that had been built in the caves below. She didn’t want to be seen by anyone until she had time to clean up once again. She had taken the man’s shirt. Her hair was a mess, and she was afraid that someone who knew her might be able to tell what had happened to her.

  She entered her room silently, offering up a silent prayer that she had not yet seen anyone. She closed the door, so it barely creaked on its hinges. She started to breathe a sigh of relief, when behind her she heard a soft “hrmph.” Startled, Avalon turned and found her cousin Althea, sitting on her bed, legs and arms folded.

  “Damn, Al! You scared me.”

  The other woman stood and walked over to her slightly younger cousin. “Me! I have spent the entire afternoon, and a good portion of the evening, lying to everyone that you were ill, and couldn’t be seen by anyone. I have been worried half out of my mind over where you were, and afraid to tell anyone.”

  “So, you invented some illness for me, Al? That was very nice of you.” Avalon turned away from her cousin, and started kicking off her shoes, then pulling off her tight leggings. She pulled the shirt off over her head. It was only when Althea gasped, that she paused. She looked down and saw the love-bite marks that adorned her neck and breasts.

  She started to turn toward her bathing corner, when she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. She saw that her own blood was staining her inner thighs. Damn! The evidence of her escapade was obvious. She didn’t wait for her cousin to say anything further, but rushed over to the large bathing tub. She poured some water from a pitcher, and grabbed a small cloth. Quickly Avalon washed her inner thighs and then grabbed a robe to cover her body.

  She then turned back to face her inquisitor. Her cousin Althea was the most beautiful woman she had ever known. Althea had been married, and then her young husband had been killed in a freak accident. Since Althea’s husband was a younger son, they had still been living with his parents. Avalon had begged her father to write and ask Althea to move back with them, and she had. Althea had been very grateful to do so, actually. She had gotten along with her in-laws, but after her husband’s death, and not having had any children yet, she had felt like an outsider.

  Althea was happy to come back to her uncle’s home. She had taken over the housekeeper’s job, and the care of Avalon. It had been a good arrangement all around. She had not let anyone see her fears that once Avalon was married, there would no longer be a place for her, once again.

  Althea grabbed the younger woman’s upper arms, holding her firmly, staring into her face. “My God, Avalon! What have you gone and done? You are to meet your fiancé today!”

  Avalon felt tears well up in her eyes. Tears that she had not allowed since she had met the stranger in the forest yesterday soon spilled over and rained down her cheeks. Althea pulled her close and hugged the younger woman.

  “Don’t worry, sweetie. You won’t be the first bride to go to her wedding bed not ‘intact.’ There are lots of ways around that…don’t worry, Avalon. I will talk to old Esme today, and get what we will need.”

  Avalon wiped her fingers over her cheeks, drying her tears. She knew the old witch well. She had spent many hours with her, learning many of her spells and tricks and old stories. Her father would have had a fit if he had known, but she and Althea had decided what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

  Althea brushed her hands down over her dress, moving toward the bedroom door. “Have a more thorough wash up, Avalon, and then lie down until I get back. Just hope I don’t run into your father!”
Althea hurried out of the room.

  Avalon moved over to the water and began using some of Althea’s scented soap to wash away the grime from the day and night before. She looked at herself in the mirror, and felt like she was someone different from the woman she’d been yesterday, when she had last looked into the glass. Her face was the same, her hair, her body, even though the bite marks that dotted her breasts and neck were turning from red, to a bruised color now.

  She knew she would have to find something else to wear for the engagement party planned for later. The deep décolletage of the dress Althea had sewn for her would never do now. She would have a hard time explaining to her father, let alone her fiancé, just how she came to have those teeth marks on her breasts and neck.

  Sighing deeply, she washed her arms, chest, and finally moved to wash between her thighs. She was very tender there as she stroked the cloth over her tender shaved lips. She remembered the surprise the man had shown as he had caressed her smooth flesh. He had seemed to be even more passionately inflamed after his discovery, she realized.

  Her fingers touched her skin lightly, and then she dropped the cloth in the bowl, and returned to stroke her pussy lips with her fingers. She closed her eyes for a moment, as she remembered how his fingers had felt, touching her, caressing her. She had been frightened, and then aroused. She felt the wetness once again on her fingers, that he had praised her for yesterday. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help moving her fingers deeper and finding her secret pleasure point. The same place he had touched, making her shout in amazement, and pleasure. She wanted to feel again what he had made her feel.

  She stopped abruptly, feeling ashamed at first. She should never have gone out yesterday. Most disturbing was that now she thought she should have fought him more, not given in like some lovesick slut. Yes, she thought. Maybe that is what I really am! I am a slut! Am I the kind of woman who craves the touch of a man, any man? Oh God, she cried out finally, and ran across the room, and threw herself onto her bed naked. Filled with doubts and fears about her future, and herself, she finally cried herself to a fitful sleep.

  * * * * *

  It was late afternoon when Althea woke her. She was surprised she had slept so long. Althea prodded her along, washing her hair, helping her to finish bathing, and finally, dressing her in her gown, which would serve as her wedding gown after the engagement party dinner. The service would be held at midnight, as was the custom here. Avalon started to protest about wearing the dress, but she saw that Althea had once again been thinking ahead of her. Althea had cleverly made a lace insert for the dress, which would conceal her marked breasts and neck. What her husband might say after the ceremony, Avalon didn’t know.

  * * * * *

  The castle was ablaze with light. Everyone present was dressed elegantly, and richly, displaying their finery and their jewels. Lord Brandeis was seated at the main table with his future father-in-law, dreading the moment he would meet his bride-to-be. All he could think about was the woman he had met in the forest the day before. She was in his blood, making him hard every time he remembered their brief time together. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine her beauty before him: her full breasts, her lush lips, and that wonderful hairless pussy.

  Dear God! She had surprised him every step of the way. He had looked for her for hours, including sending several search parties out for her. He would have her again, even though he was to be married. During his searching for the errant young woman, Brand had thought it all out. He would take her back with him. She would be his mistress. Many men had a wife and a mistress. He would arrange quarters for her. He would get his bride with child, and then all his time would be free for his mistress. He smiled to himself as he listened to Sir Arundel, and sipped the heady wine being served. He might get drunk after all, he decided. That just might help him get through the night.

  He had tried to learn about his future bride, but no one had been very forthcoming with information. And that convinced him she must be the “kind nature and lovely eyes” type of woman, rather than a rare beauty. Just then he heard a commotion at the end of the hall. Two women entered the room together.

  Both of the women were gowned similarly, in fine velvet dresses, and one was of course, veiled according to custom. The other woman though, Brand couldn’t help but notice, was a true beauty. She was blond, beautifully formed, and something about her seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t decide what. He heard his lead knight and best friend, Sir Gandalf, gasp as the two women moved closer.

  Surprised at his friend’s reaction, Brand turned and saw that Gandalf was staring quite lustfully at the unveiled woman. He couldn’t help but wonder if Gandalf was about to be smitten. He usually steered clear of ladies, and consorted with women who knew the rules. Perhaps they would be returning with three women, he thought, instead of just his own bride, and hopefully, his future mistress.

  Sir Arundel was standing, which brought Brand and Gandalf to their feet. His future father-in-law was introducing his daughter, Avalon, and her cousin, Althea.

  Brand reluctantly dragged his eyes from Althea to look at the other woman, his bride-to-be. He couldn’t see through her thick white veil, which infuriated him, but he held his anger in check. Damnation! He couldn’t see what color of hair his future wife possessed. For a moment, he remembered long golden hair. Unenthusiastically, he took the hand she proffered to him.

  * * * * *

  Avalon had dreaded this moment for months, and now she was face to face with her future husband. He was clean-shaven, with his hair cut quite short. He was very handsome, or she was sure many women had thought so before her. He was tall, very broad of shoulders, with muscular chest and arms. He enfolded her hand entirely within his own. It wasn’t until he spoke that the shudders shook her body.

  His voice! Oh God, Avalon realized. He was the man…Dear Lord! Avalon cursed silently. Her future husband was the stranger in the forest yesterday. He had shaved off his beard and moustache, and cut what had been shoulder length, very blond hair. It was now a much darker color. But his voice was the same. She would never forget that voice, which sounded like rough velvet! Perfectly cultured, but with an edge.

  * * * * *

  Holding her hand, Brand felt her body shudder. He wondered at her reaction. He knew he was attractive to most women, or he had been told so often enough. So why the strange reaction, he wondered. He became aware that the other woman was trying to ignore Gandalf’s very obvious attentions, and hovering over her charge. Obviously the two women were very close. He moved quickly and separated the two women by seating his bride in his chair, thereby placing her between himself and her father.

  * * * * *

  Avalon felt like the sea was washing over her head with her every breath. She feared she might be drowning, without any water around her. Or maybe she was just going insane? Surely the fates couldn’t be this cruel to her! Was she to truly marry the man who had taken her virginity just yesterday and made her enjoy it?

  She could not denounce him to her father, for that would reveal her own lack of virginity. And while it didn’t seem fair to her, she knew that she would be blamed, not the man next to her. She moved unconsciously forward in her chair, as if to escape, when Brand’s hand covered her own. She froze instantly, feeling his heat seep into her body, heating her blood, firing her emotions. All he had done was lightly touch her hand, and she could feel her womanhood heating, opening up and wetting itself. Her body wanted him again, that much was obvious to her.

  * * * * *

  Brand listened to what Sir Arundel was saying, but was aware of the woman next to him. He could feel the trembling of her body through her hand. He wondered at what could cause such fear. Surely she didn’t fear the marriage bed that much! If that were the case, then he knew his married life was going to be hell! He became even more determined to find the woman from the forest.

  * * * * *

  Avalon never knew how she made it through the rest of the nigh
t. The dinner passed slowly, followed by the party, drinking, and finally the wedding ceremony by candlelight at midnight. Her trembling had increased as the night wore on. She couldn’t get away long enough to seek out Althea and get her advice. So, when the ceremony ended, and it was time for her husband to raise her veil and kiss her, Avalon took the only course of action she had been able to come up with in her scrambled thoughts. She fainted.

  * * * * *

  Brand, as surprised and shocked as everyone else, had caught her a scant moment before she hit the ground. He held her in his arms, demanding to be shown to their room. With quite an entourage following, Sir Arundel led the way to the chambers he had instructed to be prepared for his daughter to share with her husband, until their departure for his home. Brand settled the woman on the coverlet of the large bed, and shifted his hands to lift the veil.

  Althea pushed past him. She picked up her cousin’s seemingly limp hand. Not sure what to do next, she felt Avalon squeeze her hand tightly. Something was going on, she quickly decided. She needed to speak to Avalon alone.

  “Please!” Althea nearly shouted above the raised voices. “Everyone must leave us alone. I will see to her…”

  Brand stood firm. “She is my wife. I will stay with you.”

  Althea felt the tensing in Avalon’s hand, and tried again. “No, really. I will take care of her. I’ll come for you as soon as she awakens.”

  Brand looked from the supine, still veiled form on the bed, to where the two women’s hands met, then on up to Althea’s face. He was suspicious after looking into her eyes. There was more than a strong suspicion suddenly that the woman, or both women, were hiding something.