Knight of Dawn

As luck would have it, my opponent slipped on a rock that turned under his foot and threw him sprawling to the ground. Quick to grasp the advantage, I had my sword at his throat in an instant.

"Remove your helmet, knave," I said.

And he did. As the helmet slipped over his head, golden locks of hair fell around his shoulders. That was when I made an important discovery.

"You, you, you're a woman." My mouth was open, jaw slack. If she had possessed a weapon, I would have been a dead knight, I was so shocked.

I helped her to her feet. She began to remove her armor. "It is yours now. You have truly defeated me in fair combat. Never have I lost by the sword. You are truly a master of the weapon."

Minutes later, she stood before me in thin shirt and pants that revealed every contour of her lovely young body. I was amazed that such a young thing could have such skill with weapons. Of course looks can be deceiving especially in regards to age. I myself was not even twenty, considered one of the best fighters in the archipelago. At the moment thoughts of chronological disparities were far from my consideration.

I was staring at the way her chest pushed out against the thin cloth of her shirt. I could see the points of her nipples, poking from behind the thin material. I slipped my hand under her shirt and started to pull it upward.

"You want the shirt too?" she said, her voice rising in what I surmised to be panic.

I smiled. It was certainly not meant to be an evil smile, but my thoughts were certainly focused on my own needs, passions, desires. That she was the object of such interest was merely a matter of circumstance, opportunity that happens seldom and when it does must be grabbed like a lifeline.

So I pulled her shirt over her head. She never resisted, allowed me to expose her pale mounds of softness and joy. Oh how I wanted to run my hands over them to touch them. She was so beautiful and yet I still recalled that this was not a mere maiden found in a tavern, but a fighter as well. She was a woman to walk beside not to drag behind. I had never met her like in my entire life.

She stood there before me, a calmness like a cloak surrounding her, her breasts pale in the flickering light from the canopy of leaves.

"I have never met anyone so fine in battle," I said. "And a woman. I would desire to know you."

"You have my steed, my armor, and now my shirt," she said. "I am vanquished before you. What else do you want?"

"You can have the horse," I cried. "And the armor. I am struck dumb by your beauty. Where did you learn to fight so well?"

She had been staring into my eyes, blazing blue jewels set in the perfect oval of her face. Now she glanced downward. "My father wished for a son but I was all he had."

Then she glanced back into my face full force, straight at me. "There is a lake nearby. I stink."

Soon the two of us were running toward the water, armor and clothes tossed aside. Splashing in the wetness and warmth, I found her near me and pushed her playfully. She slipped and fell under the water. Laughing I walked further into the lake, the water creeping to my chest.

Suddenly, I felt a force on my back. I slipped, fell under the water. Something was on my head forcing me under. I felt her breast in my face and leaped up for air.

She was laughing. "I almost had you," she said the water dripping from her face.

I hardly noticed as my tongue extended to lick a nipple. Soon my mouth had covered her breast. She no longer fought me, her legs curled around my stomach, her arms pressing my face into her chest.

I was drowning now and it had nothing to do with the water around me. Her hands, arms, legs seemed everywhere, under me, around me, entwining me. Hot lips pressed to mine, the softness of her breasts on my chest.

Eventually we ended up on the green carpet of grass beside the lake. Her mouth was around my penis, a hand wrapped around the bottom portion, her mouth fastened to the top. As she slid her mouth downward, her hand would flatten against the side of my leg. Then she pulled up, her hand again grasping my rod, squeezing it like a ripe banana.

Meanwhile with my face between her legs, I licked her thighs. My tongue stroked her skin, moving closer to her labia lips. As I touched them, the juices eased out and fell on my cheeks. I buried my tongue inside of her, curving it to scoop her juices, pulling the liquid toward me, slurping them, swallowing all of it with deep breaths.

My tongue pushed up between her lips, under her clit, pushing against the walls of her pussy, the tip inching upward toward that center of pleasure. As I touched it, she gasped. Her mouth pulled away from my cock and a groan escaped from her.

Then she engulfed me again, fully, so that my cock entered deep into her throat, her lips locked around it, her mouth just above my anus. And we lay that way for some time, her lips locked around me, my tongue now slowly circling her clitoris with soft easy strokes.

I knew I was drowning. This was to be no quick round of play, a gasp, a squirt, then fair thee well. No, this was the real thing. I had heard that such an event might happen, a rarity to be sure, but still known to occur. Well, it had finally happened to me.

I broke from our position, crawled over her and engulfed her breast with my mouth. Her nipple was against my tongue and with a circular motion, I slowly grazed the soft point, around and around, then a flick, and finally just sucking it.

One of my hands held her other breast, gently squeezing it, holding her nipple between thumb and first finger. My second hand slid down below where the juices still flowed, entering her, touching her clitoris with a finger.

Her moaning was louder now, her hands around my penis, guiding me to her. I felt the wetness and at first thought it was merely her hands caressing me. Then I felt her thrust upward and I knew that I was inside her.

She was tight as though this was the first time for her. Yet I knew that was not the case. No one with her skill could possibly be a novice. No, this was a woman who had been places, known men. And now it was me she was knowing, knowing in a way that was both wonderful and yet something else, something scary and frightening, like death.

My lips were hot on hers, my tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and swirling like a snake devouring her soul. Only it felt as though my soul was being consumed. I slid my hand down her back, pressing her to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest as though we wanted to merge our bodies together. Sliding my hands down further, I felt her buttocks. Soft and round, not massively large but everything a woman should have with hips that curved from her small waist, to taper back toward her legs.

Pulling her butt toward me, my penis pushed into her as far as possible. I could feel the end rubbing against something, a wall of flesh perhaps, maybe her womb.

Something squeezed inside her and I felt my penis gripped even tighter by the strength of her pussy. And I lost control and pounded back and forth for several minutes. Her passion equaled if not exceeded my own as she met every thrust of mine with a responding movement just as strong and desperate as my own.

"My knight," she cried. "You have won all of me. Now give me that one boon I must have."

"Anything," I whispered, barely able to talk so consumed was I by her silky legs and the tightness of her pussy. "What is it? What do you want?"

"I want your soul," she cried. "You must grovel before me, let me walk over the embers of your wasted life."

"That is one boon I cannot give," I said in return. "I can however give you something far grander, like the elephant is to the mouse, this boon will tower above all other gifts."

"And what is that my Lord," she said softly in my ear, her tongue twisting inside the lobe. Each twist of her tongue caused my penis to jerk as though I was about to erupt.

"My princess," I said. "I want to carry your scarf on my arm as a banner of our endless love. No slave to your demands but Lord to Lady and Lady to Lord."

"But that would be true love," she said jerking against me so I was thrust into her, my pelvis hard against her clitoris.

With my hands on her buttocks I pressed her against me, my penis throbbing inside of her, her clitoris hard against me. We stayed that way several minutes quivering like a dear and stag in heat, craving the release, almost finding it but allowing it to fade before the onslaught of our contemplations.

"I would you be my slave," she said, "And you mine. I want to feel your hand on the rosy cheeks of my bottom, feel the pain of my naughtiness, then explode into pleasure at your passion."

"You are such a naughty girl, no Lady at all," I said at last. "Yes, I think you should be punished greatly for your sins."

So saying I raised my hand and popped it against the softness of her buttocks.

"Again," she cried. So, I did it again and again.

At the last she cried aloud as if dying. It was the power of her orgasm. As her cries filled the empty forest, shooting across the placid lake, her pussy gripped my penis harder than ever, and finally giving up all hope of sanity, I exploded into her, streams and streams of white fluid squirting into her.

And I collapsed with her on top of me until sleep enfolded us in its loving arms.

As the night slowly faded and the dawn of a new day appeared, I shook my head, pulled myself to my knees to look around

The love of my life was gone, as was her horse, her armor, sword, and shield. Unfortunately, my horse, armor and shield were gone as well.

Only Blue Sapphire remained. So much for true love I thought.