The Knights of the Public Realm Ch. 07

The new day dawned and Ann woke slowly. She had slept soundly and it took a moment for her mind to begin to resonate with the importance of the day. Although the tournament day had been hers yesterday the victory felt hollow, and her resolve was doubled to win today. Her mind was keen to wander, to the previous evening, to the sexual hunger that he had awakened in her. She knew that he would be with her this evening and she craved the feeling of him inside her. Her mind fought its own combat, trying to focus on what was to come in the tournament and what was to come in the evening.

She called for her armour and began to dress for the day, the sounds of preparation and excitement from outside subsiding as rain began to fall. Ann stopped her preparation, dressed only from the waist down and went to the window, grimly staring at the heavy clouds overhead, lost in thought. She knew that the weather would favour her, lighter and more agile than her opponents. She also knew that mistakes, slips and stumbles in the cloying mud were likely, and they could prove fatal to her chances of victory. She turned away, took a deep breath, stood up straighter and continued dressing.

Looking up at the tower at precisely the right time, Sir Lawrence had watched this enchanting woman stare out at the rain as it started to fall heavier. He could see the curve of her neck and breast, could almost feel their soft warmth, and his smile was instant and involuntary. He could not help but grin at the thought of how exquisite the previous night had been and how he would bury himself deep inside her this evening. All he had to do was win today and she would have no choice but to yield. He gripped the hilt of his sword reflexily, he felt pensive at the enormous prize that might be his.

The fighting started as the clouds gathered their resources and laid siege to the participants, cold rain ranging over them, drenching them and making the ground uncertain. Footholds were lost, mud slowed down quick movements and it was all that they could do to stay upright at points. None of this took away from the sport of the crowd who cheered the mistakes as much as the well taken shots, maybe even more so. Even in such circumstances the skills of Ann and Sir Lawrence were clear, albeit very different to one another. Where Sir Lawrence was strong, commanding, powerful Ann was agile, clever, adept. Each used their abilities to best opponent after opponent until, inevitably, they faced each other in the final combat of the day.

To the spectators the lifting of Ann to the Order of the Knights of the Public Realm lay on the line, but the two fighters knew that so much more was to be decided also. Should she lose then she, by the terms of their agreement, would yield to Sir Lawrence in every way that evening. And if she won, she wouldn't have to, but as she stood there, the rain cascading over her, she wasn't quite sure she wouldn't anyway. But that thought was shoved firmly to one side. The only thing that mattered now was winning the next ten minutes.

The combat was ferocious. No quarter was asked for or given. They fought on, their swords and shields crashing together. In the rain Ann felt her grip wearying, her sword slipping as they clashed, the metal spraying water as they collided. Their shields locked and she felt his power pushing her back, her feet unable to get purchase on the slick and slippery mud.

In a sudden uncontrollable motion she felt the ground fall away from her, a pause in time as she flew through the air and then the sudden impact as the ground rushed up to meet her. The air was knocked out of her momentarily, before he fell upon her, straddling her chest, his sword raised above her in victory.

Ann had no choice but to yield to him, and to all that would follow.

Sir Lawrence was gracious in victory, helped her to her feet and presented her to the cheering crowds, ecstatic at the incredible show they had been given and equally keen to get to the giant marquees that had been laid out for the grand feasting that evening. Caked in mud, their chests heaving and muscles weary from the Herculean effort the two knights looked at each other with new-found respect. Smiling with the gleam of victory and a much-coveted prize won Sir Lawrence's eyes devoured his conquest.

"Perhaps we should get ourselves cleaned up Ann. I will join you in your chamber in an hour."

Without waiting for her response Sir Lawrence headed off to his quarters, leaving Ann with no option but to order herself a hot bath and to head to her chambers, her mind and heart racing.

The hour raced and dragged simultaneously, a mix of anxiousness and excitement coursed through Ann as she bathed. The hot water soothed her muscles and Sarah worked out the knots in her back and shoulders expertly, her fingers perfectly firm and relaxing. Ann closed her eyes and rocking slightly with the soothing rhythm of Sarah's attention. Her mind emptied of the days exertions and she began to lose herself in the pleasurable feeling. A curt knock on the door startled her and, judging by the slight squeak from Sarah she had been lost in the moment too. The door opened, unbidden and Sir Lawrence stood silhouetted in the light.

"Don't mind me ladies, please continue."

He wore a smirk, knowing full well that he had been denied something akin to this by the terms of their agreement. Sarah, unsure where to look or what to do went an endearing shade of red. Ann took control.

"No Sir Lawrence, Sarah was just about to leave. Sarah pass me my towel and then go and join the others at the feast. I shall be with you in due course."

Sarah scuttled out as quick as she could, leaving a towel within easy reach, curtseying on the way past but too shy and embarrassed to make eye contact. Ann knew that there was nowhere to hide, no way of avoiding what was to come next - although she really didn't want to avoid it any longer. The absence of choice made her confident and gave her strength. She stood up, the bath water cascading over her curves, her nipples instantly hardening in the cold air. She enjoyed the reaction of Sir Lawrence, his eyes widening as they drank in her naked form. He swallowed hard, clearly losing himself in the sight, and his cock twitched to life, its growing length clearly visible.

"Are you ok there Sir?"

Ann was determined to enjoy this moment of advantage. His eyes were roaming over, the sensual curve of her breasts, the alluring roundness of her hips, the short and sparse hair above her pussy, each inch was eagerly devoured by him. He stood transfixed, unaware that she had even spoken. Clearly his mind was moving forward to what would happen next as he managed to reconnect to the room, moved forward and passed her the towel.

She stepped out of the bath, wrapping the towel around her and, suddenly unsure of what to do next, paused. Sir Lawrence saw his opportunity and had her wrapped in his arms in an instant, his lips upon hers before she could do anything other than gasp. She felt all vestiges of resistance leave her with his soft yet powerful lips on hers. She was his to do with as he pleased this evening, and that was how it should be. And as he kissed so he lost himself too, utterly devoted to the beautiful woman in his arms, yearning to cherish, worship her. But first, he needed to make her totally his.

As they kissed he loosened the towel until it fell away, her body all but dry now. He caressed her back and shoulders, his hands wandering through her hair as they kissed, his lips on her neck and ear before returning to kissing her. Gradually his hands worked downwards, towards her exquisite ass. His grip was firm here, the slightest smart of pain mixed with the pleasure his warm and attentive hands brought her. He stroked and then she felt the sharpness of his hand smacking her firmly, the sound delightful. She gasped and, even through his trousers felt his cock stiffen further in response. This was new for her, a new way of pleasuring and being pleasured. Her clit twitched in response.

Her hands wandered too, although if they got too close to undoing his trousers they were firmly moved, a low growl in her ear reminding who was in control. She played along, teasing him sometimes, enjoying the feeling she had when he growled, when he asserted himself. She tore away from his kisses and took his ear between his lips. She whispered to him.

"I want you Sir. Please. Take me."

She knew that this would please him, although that made it no less true. She knew just how aroused his caresses had made her, just how much she craved his cock in her hand, inside her. She offered herself to him as she had to no other man, and it felt perfectly natural.

Sir Lawrence guided Ann towards the wall, turned her around and ran his hands over her back. She braced herself, this hadn't been quite what she had in mind, but as she heard his trousers drop to the floor she knew that it was precisely what she needed.

His grip on her hips was firm, her flesh dimpling under his vice like grip. He paused for just a moment before she felt the tip of his cock between her thighs. She adjusted her stance, her legs widening and tilting her ass up a little, hoping that he might slide into her, to complete her. Instead he ran his shaft over the length of her pussy, caressing her clit with his cock so that she sighed and squirmed. She had never known need like it. The only thing that mattered right now was the feeling growing inside her, the knot of sensation beginning to unfurl, that he unfurled it for her.

Finally he relented and slowly edged his thick cock inside her. For a moment she thought she might come there and then, the curve of his shaft feeling heaven-sent, his girth filling her wonderfully. He slid slowly into her, inch by inch until he was fully enveloped, her pussy gripping him tightly. She felt one hand leave her hips and wrap itself in her hair as he began to build a steady rhythm.

His thighs were incredibly strong and she could feel them working like indefatigable pistons, driving his length into her at a growing rate, each time full and deep, forcing her to brace harder against the wall for fear of hitting it. His grip on her was hard, and she was lost to the increasing rhythm, the feel of his cock impaling her over and over and over. Her moans increased in volume, in need, staccato with his thrusts. She wanted to encourage him to fuck her harder, to give all of him but all she could manage was a low, lustful moan and to push back a little harder.

He understood though. Adjusting his stance slightly and holding both her hips once again he drove into her, hard. Again and again he pounded into her, their bodies colliding, their orgasms on the edge of bursting. Ann felt nothing but kaleidoscopic pleasure as he took her, as he made her his. She wanted him to come, wanted their orgasms to unify them. Sir Lawrence, for his part, was on the verge of climax, her pussy tightly gripped his shaft every time he thrust back into her and the sensation was utterly delicious.

"I want you to come for me Ann. Come for me."

Ann hadn't realised she was waiting for his instruction, but at those words her body began to convulse as her climax was pushed over the brink. And as she came, her pussy contracting around his magnificent shaft, he came too. His cock twitching deep inside her, flooding her with his come. Each spasm and shudder sent the other through a spiral of pleasure, which in turn sent the other into ecstasy. They came long and hard, their bodies one, their minds empty apart from the transcendent sensations coursing through them.

As the pleasure began to subside Ann straightened up, her muscles having started to ache. Still slightly dazed by the powerful orgasm she found herself spun around and then suddenly in the air as Sir Lawrt carried her to the bed. A yelp of half-fear and half-excitement escaped her, but he laid her down gently before slipping off his clothes and laying next to her. He lifted her body easily, she offered no resistance now, and laid her on his chest, his hand idly playing with her hair.

They fitted together perfectly and both felt their bodies relax from the stresses of the day and of the powerful, urgent, necessary fuck. Her eyes closed and her mind began to drift, but to nowhere in particular, just to a happy stillness. She was vaguely aware of his deep, dreamy voice saying something about going to the feast in an hour or two, but instead she drifted to sleep, happy, sated, and utterly loved. She had no idea where her new life would take her, but she knew that it was going to be wonderful.