Darkness had fallen hours before and the castle had finally settled down for the night. The only sounds to be heard were the faint scurrying of a few servants securing the holding for the night. Moonlight and a single candle were the only light that shown in the room as she sat in front of the mirror brushing out the tresses that had been tightly braided as she went about her days activities. Looking down at the brush she smiled, it was one of the many treasures he had brought back with him from his extensive travels in service of his king. Ivory handled with delicate carvings of a man and woman in an intimate position. Often she would blush as he stood behind her and stroked the brush through her hair with a wicked grin on his face reflected in the mirror.

He had been gone for two very long months now. Each morning she walked to the parapet to gaze across the land in hopes of seeing his banner top the hill to signify his return, alas so far no word or sign of his return had been forth coming. She had always know that a part of his time would have to be given to his king, but after twenty years of being his wife she looked forward to the time he would never again have to leave her. Looking over her shoulder at the bed, she was in no hurry to crawl in as it seemed so very empty with out him to join her there.

Perusing her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased with what she saw. For a woman of five and thirty years, she had held her age gracefully, not looking girlish, but mature, without looking old and haggard as often happened in these trying times. Child bearing had added a roundness to her figure that enhanced rather than detracted. Blonde hair that might have dulled a bit with the passing of years, still held its fullness as it cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Green eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence, uncommon to the women of nobility, stared back at her. She was proud that after all this time he still found her desirable.

Standing, she move to the window to look out at the moon reflecting on the water of the lake. Thinking of times passed, and times yet to come made her miss her knight even more. A whisper of a breeze caressed her face and she turned to see if the shutter from the window across the room had come open. Her whole body went tense and alert as she watched the armoire start to move away from the wall, sliding silently on hinges kept well oiled, incase the secret entrance was needed for a quick escape. She moved to place the door behind her so that if it were a threat coming in she would be able to get out of the room in a hurry.

The figure that emerged from the passageway was huge and dark. Her breath caught in her throat preparing to let loose a shrill scream to alert the castle. When the giant stepped into the light, scream she did but not in fear. Joy and delight mingled with surprise and relief as she bounded across the room and threw herself at him. Strong arms encircled her and held her close to him, face buried against his neck as she babbled her happiness to have him back with her. Kisses rained over his face and around his neck, into the dampness of his hair indicating that he had obviously bathed in the lake before joining her in their chamber. Eventually she calmed down enough to lean back and look up into his face to confirm that all was well with him.

Long moments passed as his eyes held hers, saying with that look what was not necessary with words. He was well, he was alive, he had survived and come home to her. Her love for him showed brightly in her gaze as his lips descended on hers. Passion that had been suppressed for to long blazed to life like a spark to dry tinder. Lips parted and tongues met, dueling and tasting in the hunger to make up for lost time. Breaking apart briefly to whisper words of need before fusing together again to communicate the mutual desire that is flowing back and forth between them.

Without removing his lips from hers, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the large bed in the center of the chamber. She feels him smile against her lips seconds before he tosses her to the center of the bed. A small sharp cry escapes from her lips as she was bounced upon the mattress, followed by a girlish giggle as he throws himself down on top of her to rejoin his mouth to hers.

Gently at first his tongue teased hers. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, tangling in her hair and giving her a slight tug to give his kiss better access. Her arms moved up and around his neck as if they had a mind of their own, bringing her breast to his chest, her body to his, her heat to his fire. He kissed her mouth in a leisurely fashion, tasting and delving. She purred with contentment, twisting herself about, and drawing his dark head down into the shadowed vale between her breast. He rest there a moment, listening to the beating of her heart beneath his ear. Then, affixing his hands about her waist, he straddles her and bending, begins slowly to lick the flesh of her torso. The flat surface of his tongue moves all abut the swell of her breast and beneath them. It blazes a trail across her chest, her shoulders, and up the column of her throat. Then his head moves swiftly like a darting butterfly, he blew back the wetness created by his tongue. Pulling her gown down he fastens his mouth about one of her nipples, which he at first suckled and then gently bit.

Like magic their clothes disappeared. He had taken firm charge and she found she was utterly content to allow it. She felt like a very young girl again.

Releasing his grip upon her, he slid down the length of her, leaving her breast aching with longing to be touched by him again. Catching up her small narrow foot in his big hand, he kissed it. Suckling lightly upon each toe, his tongue tickling her high arch. His kisses trailed over her ankle, up her calf, across her knee and sweeping over her thigh, moved across to her other leg. Then reversing the process, he worked his way back down to her other foot.

Pulling himself back up, he began to nibble lightly once more upon her lips, while her fingers tangled in his hair. He nuzzled his face against her navel, rubbing his bearded cheek against the satiny flesh, Every pulse in her body was throbbing with my desire.

Lower and lower, he moves along her torso. Her vulva was swollen and already pearlescent with her love juices. He licked at it, smiling to himself when she whimpered. Spreading her wide, he settled himself between her legs, gazing at her sex, which he revealed to his eyes, opening her nether lips with his thumbs to expose the tumescent core of her sex, throbbing beneath his hot look.

"God," he groaned, "you are so damned beautiful there!"
Leaning forward, he licked several times about the inner lips and then, fastening his mouth about the jewel of her sex, he sucked hard on it while her body arced wildly beneath him, almost dislodging him. His hands fastened about her hips, holding her still beneath his sweet assault.

Pleasure such as she had never known rolled over in such wild excess that she thought she would surely die. Then, as suddenly as he had offered her this delight, he was mounting her swiftly and fiercely, driving into her very womb. Bringing yet another surge of pleasure so great that she could hear a violent roaring in her ears as her body began to convulse with a powerful orgasm the likes of which she had never known. Her nails clawed at his back, and she moaned wildly.

He couldn't get enough of her. Over and over, and over again he thrust into her, unable to cease the furious motion of his cock. He groaned as she wrapped her legs about him, giving him greater access to the exquisite pleasure that their two bodies were capable of generating. Finally when she thought relief was not attainable, His cock quivered wildly, then burst with such intensity that she felt he would never stop cuming as his love juices poured into her womb, flooding it to overflowing. Exhausted, he collapsed upon her breast as she sobbed with relief.

They lay upon the massive bed, basking in the afterglow of such intense lovemaking. She raised her eyes to his and met eyes still filled with hunger and heat.

"We've only just begun My Love." Were the only words he said as his lips again descended on hers.

Her hunger for him was so strong she was shaking with it. She worked her hips down until her head is poised over his erection. She marveled at the beauty of him. Letting her fingers trace a path up and down the length of him. Unable to resist, her tongue comes out and licks the head of his cock. Circling and tasting his essence was like an aphrodisiac to her, pouring fire through her veins and centering in the very depth of her core. Her lips parted and he slid into her mouth so slowly, filling her with strength until her lips met the base of him. She tightens and sucks all the way up his shaft. Starting to work her mouth up and down on him. Letting him slide in and out her mouth in a steady rhythm, sucking harder and harder with each downward plunge of her lips. He is so soft, Yet so very hard. She can feel the strength and power inside him and she hungers for him to give that to her, but her need for him is to great. She is already so hot and wet she can't think straight. She lets his cock slip from her mouth as she reach down and expose her femininity. She moves her legs until she is straddled over him. She pauses for a moment, that seems an eternity as she let his hard cock brush through the wetness of her until he is pressed right at the entrance of her tunnel. She looks deep into his eyes, letting him see the desire burning deep inside her. Never loosing eye contact she swiftly let herself be impaled by him. Her hips coming down hard on him until he is buried deep inside her. She arches her back as his hips surge forth bring him even deeper in her. His hands on her hips, her muscles clenched tight around his cock, her juices pouring forth to warm him. She has to bite her lip to contain the scream that wants to burst forth from the depth of her soul. Never has she been so connected. Joined as one in their dance of passion. Two hearts join as tightly as their bodies. Their simultaneous explosions seem to reverberate around the room louder than thunder. Now it was her turn to collapse on top of him, resting her head on his chest, letting her breathing return to some semblance of normalcy before trying to keep hold of what has just transpired.

Arms wrapped around each other, soft whispers fading into the dark night as her eyes soon closed and sleep overcame her. A soft smile rested on her lips as her body snuggled closer to him to revel in the feel of having him back home. She was only vaguely aware of when he slid out of the bed in the wee hours of the morning. Later she was brought, jarringly awake by a servant, shouting and pounding on the chamber door.

“MiLady! MiLady! MiLord has returned! His banner has been spotted coming over the hill! Arise Milady, Your husband returns!”

Realizing she has slept late, she jumped from the bed and rushed to make herself presentable, shouting orders to servants all the while, to make preparations for the feast to signify the return of the castle’s knights and Lord. She reached the top step at the entrance to the castle just as the line of knights rode their chargers through the large gates. Shouts echoed around the courtyard as the servants and villagers cheered the return of the conquering heroes. Demurely she stood, with a ghost of a smile on her lips, looking every inch the proper lady, as she watched her husband ride up to the steps and dismount. With a bold swagger he mounted the steps two at a time, to take her hand and raise it to his lips in greeting, then turn and raise both their hands together in a triumphant gesture to the on looking crowd, causing the roar to reach deafening proportion. Her eyes surveyed the mass surrounding them, pleased to be part of such a grand holding. Turning to her husband, she still held his hand, as she executed an elaborate curtsy that would do justice to a King. Her love shown brightly in her eyes as they locked with his.

“Welcome Home, My Knight.”

06/07/02