Pleasure Knight

Her voice didn't help. She kept talking about her garden and the work they were doing there. About the business she was doing with other Houses. About her journeys to other Hills. About how a mighty Wanderer would fit her perfectly as a bodyguard. A big, tough man to protect her soft, innocent, helpless female flesh.

Her scent decided to join in the attack. It didn't ask for, didn't demand, sex. Didn't knock me on the head with desire. All it did was tell me that a beautiful, curvy, confident, mature, hot-blooded woman was sitting right behind me, touching me. Without panties on.

I pulled more of the duvet onto my lap, but realized I was about to lose again. I, who could defeat ten women like her in combat, was brought low by a few minutes of caressing.

"You have a fine, muscular body, Sir Weed," she said after a while. Her fingers were trailing down the bumpy parts of my stomach.

"Uh, I do? I mean, thank you very much."

"I mean it." She kept those fingers moving. "My late husband was not anything like this. He was my bookkeeper. Good with number, but..." She took a short pause and moved her warm hands up towards my pectorals and my nipples. "...not so much with proportions."

"You don't say?"

"You are just right, Sir Weed. How's your neck now?"

"Fine! All fine now!" 'Please let me go!' I wanted to add.

"That's good. Then I can relax as well." She sighed and leaned against my naked back.

Yup, her dress was thin. Was real thin. And her breasts covered a lot of area when they squeezed up against me. They were warm. They had nipples.

I could feel her hair, those luxurious, sleek curls, falling down my side as she pressed her cheek against me. They tickled and teased with every movement she made. And she made a lot of movements.

Long, slow, tender movements with her fingers. Up and down my chest, across my abdomen, on the inside of my thighs.

The duvet had fallen off sometime back when. I managed to remain frozen for a little while, but Randy Rod kept screaming at me to touch her back and wouldn't stop until I began running my hands up and down her silky legs and the outside of her thighs.

"You have warm, gentle hands, Sir Weed." I felt her breath against my back.

"Thank you," I said. I had been taught manners, after all.

"When you are healed, it is I who will sit on your lap, and you who will massage me."

I didn't answer that. Inside my head an old trooper called Defiance was still standing. His foes, Lust, Desire, and Horny, were busy whipping him to death with their enormous steel rods. But he hadn't stopped breathing.

"Let me just feel how that wound of your is coming along." She ran a gentle, probing finger over the mending skin. "Hmm... Doesn't feel too bad. Healing cleanly. You might be a little sore for a while, but you'll do just fine, young man. Juuust fine."

Lust and his comrades broke Defiance's skull like a rotten egg, splashing the sweaty, shameful yolk of surrender all over my body and brain.

"Will you..." I began, then licked my lips.

Lady Deep Shadow didn't say 'Yes?' in a sweet, innocent voice. Thankfully.

"Will you... Could you please do what Flame did to me?"

She did giggle, but hers was a short and genuine one.

Perhaps Lady Deep Shadow was a good woman? If you only rubbed her the right way, that is?

Yeah, right. Perhaps I shouldn't be judging character while my rod was nodding like a bob after a fish has just taken the bait?

"I could do something like it." She began to fondle me in earnest now that I had asked for it. "You see, Sir Weed, I am a selfish woman. What Flame did to you is something a female does to reward her male for his services. I am sure you will be a wonderful Pleasure Knight for me and give me lots of occasions to reward you, but right now I am simply imagining what this thing can do for me. Not just for you."

She let her fingers slide up and down the shaft. All I could do in return was to sob and rub her legs as if charged with polishing them until they shone.

"I am sure..." She pushed away from me, got off the bed, and stood before me, near. "...that you will not disappoint me." Her eyes burned.

I knew that she wanted me even before I saw the two, hard points high up on her dress and the dampness that had left wet spots further down. Or maybe that was from the rain?

She bent down to kiss me and I am not sure which one of us was the most hungry.

I couldn't put my arms around her and pull her close to me as I wanted to, but I did manage to embrace her, gingerly, and let my fingers intertwine themselves within the lush curls that just wouldn't stop caressing my naked torso.

"Take off your dress!" I said when we had to breathe. I could not remember when I had last kissed a woman this way. Maybe never.

"No," she said. "I don't want you to see me. I am so old."

"You are not old," I said. "You are sexy!"

"Thank you, my Pleasure Knight." She kissed me again and, after yet another long moment, pushed me back on the bed.

That sent a howl of pain through those two guys who were not between my legs anymore, but I didn't care.

I didn't care because she had turned around and pulled her dress up, only to let it fall across my belly. The most important part of me was now inside, alone with her in this flowery tent where it was so dark and so warm. Her hand came visiting, probing, finding my rod, feeling it.

"Why, my Pleasure Knight? I do believe you are ready for me."

I groaned out a reply. Wanted to reach up and touch her hair, caress her back, but the pain was just too great. All I could do was groan some more and let Lady Deep Shadow do as she pleased. Not such a poor solution in any way.

She shifted, pulled at my rod, and then my head rubbed against her skin, her slick, soft skin. Again she shifted, and I was deep, deep inside of her.

"Take it easy, my Pleasure Knight. " Her voice was husky. "I want time to enjoy this."

I nodded, but she couldn't see that. I moaned my assent, but wasn't sure she understood. I am not sure I did, either.

"Slowly, my Pleasure Knight," she said and shifted again, almost pulling me out of her. "Not yet."

I couldn't have any of that, so I arched my body as best I managed, trying to follow her, but soon only my head was still in the world of bliss.

"Slowly..." she repeated and sank down again.

I whimpered.

"I can feel how close you are." She breathed and turned around to look at me, so beautiful with her big, brown eyes. "I feel it," she repeated. "Oh, my Pleasure Knight. You will be so good to me. Oh, so good to me, my young buck." She pulled up again, all the way up to where I just couldn't follow, even though my back was bent like a bowstring.

"Let it happen!" I groaned. "Please, let it happen!"

"Soon," she murmured and slid back down my shaft again. "Soon, soon."

"Please, now!"

She waited, then pulled away again. "Oh, dear Lady!" Now it was her turn to moan. "Dear Lady, it has been so long! So long!"

"Please!"

"No..."

"Please!" I wanted to let wound be wound, get up, push her down on the bed, and thrust my hips and groin and belly and thighs and legs and chest and arms and feet and every single part of me against her again and again and again until the wonderful thing happened, this wonderful thing that I needed now, now, now!

But Lady Deep Shadow wasn't playing that game. She was moaning and gasping, moving up and down on me and telling me how good I was.

Time passed, a long eternity, and I just couldn't tell if I was deep in ecstasy or agony.

-

"Are you ready?" she asked after a pause that was longer than normal.

"What?"

"Are you ready?" She turned around. There were small pearls of sweat running down her flushed cheeks.

"Yes!" I said. "Yes!" I shouted.

She rose, then sat down again. "Will you be my Pleasure Knight, Sir Weed?"

"Yes!"

She rose, then fell. "Do you promise?"

"Yes!"

Rose, then fell. "Do you swear by the Lady herself?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

She began to rock up and down, using my lap to help her bounce. Wasn't I injured there? I couldn't recall. I only knew that the feeling, the sacred feeling, made me scream and yell and holler. My member began to jerk and twitch inside her, helping us along, making Lady Deep Shadow bend backwards so that her long hair whipped across my body, and I fell into infinity.

Then, there was silence.

-

She did not slide off, did not release me, just sat there as if contemplating something. I didn't mind that, being inside her felt still very pleasant and oddly comforting. But the silence...

After a while I couldn't take it anymore, and asked one of those stupid questions men always seem to come up with. "D-Did you like it?"

She didn't answer at first, just seemed to straighten up a little.

"Yes, my Pleasure Knight!" she said at last. "Yes, I did." She slid off me, lifted my feet and helped me back on the bed. Then she bent down over me and kissed me as her dress fell back into place. Her brown eyes were tender now. "You did mean what you just swore to me, didn't you?"

Swore? Had I made an oath of some kind? Whatever it was, it was just one of those things a man will say to get his release, I guessed? But, was it a wise move to hesitate in answering, seeing as something hard slowly replaced the tenderness on her face?

"Yes," I said. "Yes, of course."

"Good," she said and kissed me again. "Very good. I knew you would fit well in my House, just as you fit well in me." She reached down and started to play with my soft snake as if she was fingering some tassel on her dress. "You truly are blessed by the Lady, Sir Weed. Longer than most men, but not too long. Not so long as to cause your lover discomfort. Oh, but your girth, my Pleasure Knight. Your girth was made to please me. Oh, it's been so long."

She repeated that, over and over, as she showered me with kisses and played with my body, all of it as if it were hers to explore. It went on, the pleasing and comforting, until the Huge Carrot somehow decided that it was standing-to-attention time again.

I kissed her back with so much passion it almost overflowed. It felt so good to finally be a full man, despite what they had taken away from me. This couldn't surely be anything but the reason I had been sent here, could it? This couldn't be anything but the destiny planned for me? To be Lady Deep Shadow's Pleasure Knight and help her find and make the Elixir of Life and so defeat the Evil Sister? And... And there would probably be a lot of good love-making as part of it, right? A lot. I should probably send a note back to Glory Hill with the next caravan, letting them know I had arrived and had... great success.

"Ready again so soon, my Pleasure Knight?" she asked.

"Yes, Lady Deep Shadow."

-

"Very good." She purred. "In fact, you have been so good, both with that mighty rod of your and especially your sworn promises, that I should show you my gratitude."

She kissed me a final time, got off the bed, tossed her curls up in the air, and went over to the basin Flame had used.

Flame? What was the deal with her? Why had she sucked me? And why did Lady Deep Shadow allow it, if she was so possessive as she seemed? I had no clue. Not that that was anything new.

Lady Deep Shadow replaced the water in the basin by pouring it out through the cast iron wall and filling it from another, constantly overflowing mug. Then she added oil, soaked her own cloth in the water, and proceeded to do what the redhead had done last night, but in a far more human way.

With caring and passion and a smile on her face whenever she happened to tickle me, she actually did give me a good, yet gentle, scrubbing. She spent a lot of time down between my legs, both caressing and teasing me, then put the cloth away and looked at me as I squirmed and shook in my weakness.

"Remember," she said. "As long as you stand by me, as long as you are faithful to your word, you will be rewarded."

With that she bent down and kissed the head of my big, yearning rod. A long, sensual kiss. A kiss that would have goaded the man to attack her lips should she have kissed him like that on his mouth. A kiss that spent so many heartbeats receding, fainter and fainter, that I felt I was going mad.

I whimpered out something inaudible.

"Hush," she said. "Don't you speak a single word."

You don't ever have to tell a man that. Tell him to just lie still and think of nothing as a beautiful woman kisses and bites, sucks and rubs, closes her lips and flicks her tongue on him. I shut my eyes and fell into a world composed of images of the future. I saw myself as the Lord of the Flower Garden, standing next to my Lady, helping her, guiding her, being her strong, uncompromising protector. I could do that. I could do that better than most other men. I was a trained warrior, after all.

And when the day was done, I would lay down in a bed besides my beautiful, sensual Lady and make love to her. I would make her moan, I would make her cry out, I would make her sweat and thrash as I ran my manhood into her again and again until she could take it no longer, until she... Until I...

Oh by the Lady! Oh, my Lady. Oh, Lady Deep Shadow! Your lips, your sweet, soft lips! I will be your Pleasure Knight for ever and ever, and I hope this so much and now, and your lips, and now I am doing it. I am doing it! Yes! Yes!

-

As she lay down beside me, cushioned by her full breasts, I kissed her a thousand times. She smiled and let me go on, let me slowly lose my flush, let me prove my desperate need to show her how much I had enjoyed what she had done.

Finally she kissed me back, got up, and smeared some of the same kind of goo on my wound as Flame had used. It didn't hurt as much this time but felt just as icy cool. It had to be potent stuff: The wound had not opened even when I had ignored it in my throes of passion.

"Time to take your sleeping potion and get some rest, my Pleasure Knight," she said when her touches made me hard again. "Tomorrow morning I will show you my garden. Our garden, my Pleasure Knight."

I got a little disappointed. Just a little. I didn't know how often other men could achieve whatever-you-call-them, but I was sure I would have to empty myself at least ten or twenty times before I was satisfied.

She fetched me a cup with something that tasted like shade on a hot day, helped me put it to my lips, wrapped her arms around me, and nestled my cheek against her large breasts until I fell asleep.

-

Back when I had followed Poppy to her hut, I had not grasped how large Lady Deep Shadow's garden was. How many different kids of herbs and flowers and trees there were. How many streams and bridges, birds, and insects. How many pathways and bends that revealed even more colors and more wonders.

To be honest, I still really didn't care. It was the single largest, most extensive collection of plants in the world outside of the Wild, and I treated it as background. Background to a beautiful woman, and this time it was Lady Deep Shadow.

We had woken up together with glorious sunshine coming through the cracks between the leaves in the wall. We had made love, and it had been just as good as yesterday. A maid had arrived with breakfast and we had eaten it on the bed, naked. We had fed each other, we have kissed, talked, and laughed. Later, the maid had brought Lady Deep Shadow a black dress which was completely unable to hide the shapes of the things it covered. When I followed her out of the hut I could not take my eyes off her.

I had put on my new clothes. They were blue and more the type that women think look good on men than the practical sort.

My wound had all but healed now and I could easily climb down a ladder from my small hut. It was resting on a branch extending from the enormous tree that supported Lady Deep Shadow's own mansion far above. Soon to be our mansion. The tree was still dark and looming, but I didn't care on such a lovely day as this.

-

We stopped by many sights, and each time she forced me out of my ogling state and made me pay attention.

"This is badger's tooth, Sir Weed," she would say, pointing to a flower that looked like it would tear the hand off any man who tried to pick it. "I guess you have tasted it?"

I had. I had never actually seen the small, feisty, grayish flower before, but when a Wanderer needed to run for three days straight, then a tonic of badger's tooth was the drug of choice.

"I call that a money plant," she said. "Combine it with bull's horn, and you got a concoction that keeps the Hill's convicts working at twice the speed and thrice the strength for sixteen hours a day until they wear out. Which I guess is just what they deserve."

"They die?" I asked.

"Hearts can't take it. Better than being hung right after their trial, I guess." She shrugged. "And they get to make amends for their crimes. This garden was cleared using that very method more than three hundred years ago, I believe."

I should perhaps have been upset by her attitudes, but in fact it was my stiff rod, Dirty Dick, that caused me the most discomfort. It had appeared during breakfast and refused to go away as long as Lady Deep Shadow's scent, brown eyes, and delicious buttocks were anywhere near me. And, since we walked hand in hand, there was no chance of them going anyplace. She even had to tell me, and this I am ashamed of relating, that: "No, we will not go up in your hut to make love again right now. Maybe later." To be honest, she even had to deny me thrice. But she did not seem to mind very much.

In fact, I did not shut up about it until Flame met us at a crossroads in what looked like a thick forest somewhere in a deep, deep valley of the Wild. The shadows only gave her ponytail and green eyes the chance to look mysterious and ominous. She wore a tight, tight top, also green, and a black skirt that was so short it seemed to invite me in. I didn't shut up because it was awkward to meet her again. On the contrary, her unearthly beauty only drove me even wilder, and I almost had to walk bent over from then on.

No, I kept quiet because of a sense of decency, insecure of how Lady Deep Shadow would react when we were not alone. She seemed very possessive. Very, very possessive.

I liked that. I had never had a lover before. I had never been desired like this before.

At the same time she had known about, even arranged, the treatment Flame had given me. Was it only a test to see if the operation had been a success? Or, would she share me with her apprentice? Flame gave me an innocent look that told me she might be ready for anything.

The two women started talking among themselves as we walked, not caring much what I did or thought as long as my arm didn't leave Lady Deep Shadow's. I did not care either, as long as they didn't leave my fantasies.

They seemed close. Just colleagues? Or maybe friends? Would they... Might there be a chance, an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny chance that they might... Perhaps...? Share me some time? Could be? Oh, that would be... That would be twice as wonderful! Oh dear. But walking bent over like this, rubbing my head against my underpants? Ouch!

I followed the two women out of the deep wood and into a field where tiny white and yellow flowers grew. If I hadn't been too busy smelling the women, listening to their beautiful voices, and stealing candid looks at them, I would have noticed that there were a thousand different species of flowers there, all looking almost identical.

We passed over a large lake on a creaky, yet sound, bridge with intricate wood carvings on the railings. If I hadn't been too busy drooling over bare legs and thighs and bouncing bosoms, I would have been able to appreciate them.