Black Lace Novel Series—The Romantic Knight (Complete) (Multiple Short Stories) (Slightly Extreme)

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The story of Sir Lancelot and Lady Elena:

My birth terrified the maids in my mother's household. From the moment I was born, my penis was astonishingly large.

My poor mother, seeing this, wept, saying I would never find a noblewoman
to marry, that they would not offer their virginity to this enormous fleshy arrow.

But my father and his knights scoffed at these foolish worries, vowing that any
woman, prostitute or noblewoman, I could conquer if I desired.

Good heavens! As I grew older, I gradually realized that my mother's worries might not be unfounded. I grew up with
two orphaned cousins under my father's guardianship, and our relationship grew increasingly close.
One summer when I was sixteen, we played a rather illicit game in my father's cherry orchard.

Algerwis was seventeen, and her sister Olavi was sixteen. Although of noble birth, my father gave
them an open-minded education.

He knew that without a dowry, it would be impossible to secure a good marriage. Therefore, to avoid
this expense, he secretly hoped that one of them would conceive a child with an honest farmer and become
his wife, so that his father wouldn't have to pay out of his own pocket.

I knew the two sisters were no longer virgins because they often boasted about their experiences to me. I couldn't help but yearn
for having sex with them; at this moment, I loathed my own virginity.

It was a hot summer afternoon. We were resting under the trees after picking cherries in the orchard. Because we had been greedily eating cherries while
working , our hands and mouths were covered in cherry juice.

The tenant farmers had all gone back to get bread, cheese, and light beer. They thought we were all sleepy and left us alone
in the orchard to doze off. When we realized we were alone, our eyes snapped open, and
we started playing innocent games, laughing and frolicking. As we played and frolicked, our courage grew, and our playfulness became less innocent
and a little lewd.

"Look!"

Algerwis exclaimed, pulling her sister forward and lifting her skirt. "There are two
juicy I forgot to pick!" She gently bit her sister's bare buttocks.

This sight ignited my desire; to avoid blushing, my young and energetic member
rose between my legs, seemingly begging me to release it and unleash its passion.

Finally, Olavi, laughing almost breathlessly, broke free from her sister, her long hair cascading loosely over her snow-
white shoulders.

"Hey, where are your two big pears?" she asked, untying Algerwis's tight bodice and
revealing a pair of magnificent breasts.

Although Algerwis was still young, her breasts were already very full, like two ripe
peaches , incredibly tempting.

"Nobody wants to try these two incredibly delicious peaches? Well then, I'll have a taste myself!"

Olavi began suckling at her sister's ample breasts, her fingers caressing the left nipple while her greedy mouth
sucked on the right.

I noticed Algerwis's breathing quicken, her legs gradually parting, as if
clearing a path for something to come. At that moment, my deprived penis was struggling to burst through my pants, only my
extra-long tights concealing the sisters' fixed gazes. But how could I escape?

"Hey, little Lancelot, don't you have anything that can attract us, anything that can fascinate us
?"

Algerwis asked without any pretense, sitting opposite me, spreading her legs, her skirt
rolled up to her knees while climbing the tree to pick fruit: this way, I could feast on
all the beauty Algerwis generously displayed, gathered at the moist, dark triangle of her alluring inner thighs.

"What do you want me to show you?"

I replied, my mouth dry and a little apprehensive—I'd never let any woman
see my manhood since I could dress myself.

"I don't have any juicy pears, and my peaches aren't anything special."

"Brother, we want to see that long, sap-laden branch between your legs,"
Olavi answered.

Before I could react, the two girls pounced on me, ripping open my wool leggings
and exposing my genitals completely to the midday sun.

After a terrible silence, the two girls screamed and began to sob silently.

"What's wrong with you?"

I asked, immediately realizing why they were crying.

"Never...never seen anything so big, so thick!"

Algeries cried out. "I swear I can't put that thing inside me. It will
tear my tender vulva apart like a ripe fig, a wound that will never heal."

"My sister is telling the truth," Olavi said. "Dear Lancelot, listen to me
, no noblewoman can withstand the test of that thing between your thighs. When we were children, our mother told
us that noblewomen's bodies are delicate and small. Something as big as yours will definitely tear our
tender flesh apart."

In utter disappointment, I looked down at my own penis, cursing its abnormal size. Why
must I suffer this deformed pain? Alas, I may never find a woman willing to accept it
. Suddenly, I fell into despair.

Fortunately, the two sisters were understanding and didn't abandon me, leaving my unsatisfied penis
to suffer alone. They had another method. They made me lie on my side, with Algerwis kneeling in front of me and
Olavi kneeling behind me. Then, they began to passionately caress me, and I immediately let out a groan of pleasure.

Algerwis stroked my penis with her hand, kneading it vigorously back and forth, her own bare
breasts dancing like butterflies on her chest. I played with my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my fingers,
sucking on them like a helpless infant.

At the same time, Olavi's hand slipped inside from behind,
boldly searching the forbidden areas of my testicles and anus. Her sharp index finger suddenly pierced that forbidden back door, and my face flushed red instantly
. I couldn't help but cry out in excitement, my whole body trembling. With a satisfied cry, I
ejaculated onto Algerwis's hand and breasts.

Then, the three of us lay on the ground, embracing each other.

For a long time, we caressed and laughed, passing the time of our forbidden fruit-tasting—until the two girls
suddenly jumped up, saying they would demonstrate to me how women satisfy themselves.

How wonderful! They spread their legs, their fingers pressing on their clitoris, digging in and out, one hand
kneading their already hard nipples until they were even firmer.

But how I wished they would let me enter their bodies! For I had longed to
lose my virginity in a woman's lubricated hole.

A week later, as I passed the barn, my father's cook called to me. She was there collecting eggs
for .

"Hello, young sir," she smiled.

I couldn't help but think: how beautiful her lips, her breasts, her hips, and her thighs were.

"Hello, Freya!"

I replied, embarrassed to find my manhood already swollen. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm collecting eggs, sir," she answered, "but you know how tedious it is.
I can't help but wonder if I'd rather play somersaults with you in the haystacks."

Her frankness startled me, but I wasn't afraid at all. If anything,
my manhood grew even larger when she said such lewd things.

But a pang of sadness pierced my beating heart: yes, once she saw the size of my thing,
she would never do it with me.

I dismounted, tied the horse to the side of the barn, and followed Freya into the cold, dark barn. Inside ,
only the squawking of chickens running around in the haystacks filled the air, filthy and reeking of chicken droppings, but I did
n't care. Perhaps in this dim light, it would be too late for her to realize my manhood was too big.

As soon as we entered the barn, Freya turned around, her back to me, and asked me to help her undress. I trembled as I
tried to undo her coarse cloth tunic, finally managing to loosen the straps. She flung my clumsy hands away
, pulled the tunic and linen shirt down to her hips, leaving them on the barn floor,
and turned to me. She smiled at me—a straightforward, honest smile of a country girl, an
expression of undisguised devotion.

Since Freya was willing to grant my request, I hastily pulled down my clothes in front of her. However, deep within me remained an innate unease, a unease amplified
by my recent experience with the Algeries sisters. I managed to remove my tunic, shirt, and riding boots, leaving only my tight trousers, already imagining the young woman's reaction: surprise, excuses, refusal, or even escape. But I felt I couldn't give up now. My manhood was pounding like a beast's heart, and I knew I had to have this girl. I also knew the barn wasn't too dark, and nothing I did would escape Freya's sharp eyes. She would see my manhood in its glory, and how would she react? I could only leave it to fate. As my enormous penis slowly emerged, I heard Freya exclaim with delight, " My God! Your instrument is truly magnificent!" She knelt down, kissing it reverently. "It's incredible! I've never seen anything so big. Those delicate noblewomen would be torn in two by this spear." "But... what about you?" I asked hastily. "Aren't you afraid to sleep with me? Aren't you afraid I'll tear you in half?" Freya smiled sweetly and shook her head. "Girls born lowly, whether milkmaids or prostitutes, are all trained in the grass and haystacks. They learn to suck that penis every day and become very skilled at it. However, I believe that those noblewomen are afraid of the large ones and only dare to have the small ones because the small ones are easier to enter and exit. The poor ladies have been deceived; they don't know how pleasurable it is to be filled and overflowing with love juice. They are afraid that your large penis will hurt them. I think they are right," she said. They were so delicate, so fragile, their lower lips as tightly closed as their cherry-like mouths . She pulled my head down to kiss me, and I felt her lips were soft and sensual, secretly hoping that her vulva was just as full. I had finally found a woman who wanted me with joy, not fear. Freya laughed as she lay back on the haystack, pulling me onto her, and I excitedly leaped onto her. I was young then, and my desire was too intense; before I could make any further moves, I plunged into her alluring, wet vulva. Freya excitedly encouraged me, and my member barely managed to slide in; the feeling of being tightly gripped was incredibly pleasurable . I thrust hard, and she responded. I brought her pleasure! I had thought I would never experience this kind of pleasure again, but after a few rapid thrusts, I came. I knew I was still young, and with just a short rest, I could launch another attack on her vulva. This time, I placed one hand between her thighs and kneaded her soft breasts with the other, bringing her to orgasm. When I ejaculated a second time, her fingernails dug into my back. From that day on, I vowed never to sleep with any lady or noblewoman again; I could not bear the humiliation of their rejection. I swore to only make love to women of low birth, women who had tasted many men 's penises, who would welcome the passionate, violent thrusts of my enormous weapon. But I did not seriously consider a plan to deal with Lady Elena. Ten years after Freya had made me a man, I had the privilege of spending a few days at Edenthorpe Manor . In this northern land, the king had just subjugated his lawless people to his laws. Edenthorpe was a gift from the king to Sir Boss, the king's most trusted knight, whose wife, Lady Elena, was a renowned beauty in the kingdom. But my trip was not to admire Lady Elena's beauty; I had sworn not to associate with any woman of high birth . On the first evening, my companions and I dined at Sir Bosch's table, enjoying a feast of swan and wild boar , while Lady Elena and her ladies-in-waiting ate in the attic, a more suitable place for them, away from the gaze of the boorish knights. I only caught a fleeting glance at this beautiful lady, and her jealous husband, in order to make her…

To avoid the gaze of greed, I ordered her to wear a veil. Even now, I still feel deep regret.

My days in Edenthorpe were pleasant, except for one thing.

Sir Bosch was a man of strict morals; he believed adultery was the root of all evil, and in his estate, anyone
found to be immoral would be killed without hesitation.

And I, a man of insatiable lust, needed constant satisfaction. I didn't wish to insult any
lady or respectable woman; I simply wanted to sleep with a milkmaid, or a lowly
woman who swept the kitchen floor, or even a traveling prostitute who roamed the villages exchanging her body for food and lodging.

But there were no such women in the noble lands of Sir Bosch, and I began to feel that if I
didn't suffocate, I would surely collapse from the lack of opportunity.

However, on the third night, I received a perplexing note that
read: "Sir Lancelot, I must inform you that my husband and I are not of one mind. I believe that chivalry
should be celebrated, and that chivalry should be rewarded, not suppressed. I know you are
the finest knight in the Kingdom of Camelot. If you would grace my bedchamber with your presence at three o'clock in the morning, you will be warmly welcomed."

I knew that Lady Elena had taken a great risk in sending me these notes, and I
replied with deep regret: "Lady Elena: I am deeply grateful for your invitation, but I cannot accept
your kindness. You will find out with a few inquiries that I only keep company with women of low birth and prostitutes.
I would never tarnish the reputation of a noble lady like yourself. Your most loyal servant. Lancelot."

I had the messenger maid take the note back to Lady Elena. The maid was plain-looking, but
if she were willing to give it to me, I would gladly share the joy with her.

Her hurried departure reminded me of
how meticulously and thoroughly Sir Bosch instructed all the maids to abstain from physical desires. I began to regret refusing Lady Elena
, though I knew perfectly well that, for the sake of my pride alone, I could not break my vow.

However, the matter was not over. That evening, another note arrived from Lady Elena. This
time, to resolve my predicament, she offered a more acceptable solution.

"My dearest Sir Lancelot: I have learned of your situation and fully understand your predicament
. Therefore, I am not angry at your rejection. However,
I would be honored if the finest knight in the kingdom could allow me to express my admiration in a more palatable way. If you
come to my private prayer room tonight, you will find four maids waiting for you. I trust they will grant you
any request. Their only condition is that you wear a mask so that their Sir Bosch will never
discover that they have acted against his will. Please have the messenger girl deliver a reply; you can absolutely
trust her." I pondered the meaning of this note. What if I walked into a trap set by

a jealous Sir Bosch to ascertain whether I was a truly pure knight? Lady Elena wouldn't be so reckless and foolish as to write me such a note, would she? However, knowing I couldn't refuse, I hastily wrote on the back of the note, "I will go." I made an excuse of being too tired, said goodnight, and went to bed early, but I neither undressed nor slept, fearing I would be late. Near midnight, I got up, crept down the steps at the back of the house, and went to the hall, passing the servants sleeping on the mats. Except for a dog that looked up and gave a low growl, no one woke up, and I breathed a sigh . After safely passing through the hall, I tiptoed behind the porch, through an empty room, and into the passageway leading to Lady Elena's private prayer room. I carefully opened the door to avoid making a sound. At first glance, the room was empty, except for a few candles burning by the altar, in remembrance of the knights who had died in the recent battle. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and then I noticed several shadows moving. In fact, they weren't shadows at all, but naked women. They emerged from the darkness and greeted me at the door . I quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind me. The women stood before me, and I could see they were indeed wearing masks. I counted five of them, not the four Lady Elena had said. I had to thank my lucky star, my guardian angel who brought me good fortune. Two of the women in the room had long hair, one with light black hair and the other with red hair, and a young woman with waist-length hair tied into a single, glossy black braid. The women were all young and graceful, and my lower body involuntarily began to swell. "Greetings, Sir Lancelot," the light-haired woman said softly. Looking at her slender and shapely figure, and listening to her soft, country-girl-like voice, my manhood grew restless in my trousers. "We have been summoned by our mistress, Elena, to await your command." "Sir, what do you require?" asked one of the long-haired women. She let her hair fall loose, cascading like waves over her bare shoulders. Her voice was soft , yet ordinary, sounding like that of a worldly prostitute, nonchalant about her actions . I was speechless for a moment. Most of the beautiful bodies I could choose from to satisfy my desires were honest and good servants, unlikely to leave my manhood empty-handed. Suddenly, a wave of gratitude washed over me. Lady Elena had bestowed such a great favor upon me without considering whether she herself would benefit. This realization brought me back to my senses. Since Elena had been so generous to me, I had to fully enjoy the gift she had given me to repay her kindness. I turned to face the red-haired girl, stroking her chestnut curls. "What I want is for you to undress me. And while you undress me, I want my fingers and tongue to roam freely over your body." "Your wish is my need," the girl seemed to be smiling. The thought of the joy of mutual affection made my manhood restless in my pants again.

I sat down on a carved oak chair, and the red-haired girl began to unbutton my tight-fitting blouse.

The blouse had two rows of buttons, all made of precious gemstones such as amber, jade, agate, and amethyst
, which shimmered dazzlingly against the embroidered velvet fabric.

The girl slowly and carefully pulled open my blouse, and I slipped my arms out of my sleeves.

My fingers immediately began to reciprocate her boldness, groping
and caressing her intimate areas. The girl bent down to fumble with the straps of my shirt, and my hands involuntarily fell upon her small, firm breasts
, a pair of rosy nipples yearning for suckling.

I held her breasts in my hands, finding them surprisingly firm and heavy. I
pulled the girl closer, brought my mouth to one nipple, licked it, sucked on it, and then gently bit it
. The moment my teeth touched her soft skin, she screamed in pain.

After the initial shock, the warm current spread through her body, arousing her lower body. She moaned softly
, pulling even more frantically on the straps of my shirt. Finally, the straps came loose, and I reluctantly
lifted my head to let her help me remove my shirt.

She threw herself onto my naked body, kissing me and admiring my strong arms and broad chest.
At the same time, I slid my hand between her thighs, lifting it up until the edge of my palm nestled
in that hidden crevice, already glistening with moisture.

She was indeed the best prostitute, a woman who had reached the pinnacle of pleasure in bed.
My hand caressed her cleavage wantonly, while her hand moved from my chest to my waist,
reaching for the belt of my black silk trousers.

In this dimly lit prayer room, she must have sensed the size of my penis,
which was now striving to break free of its cage.

Seeing her still so eager to remove my clothes, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

To get her to undress faster, I began to vigorously caress her genitals. I spread her thighs with my hands,
so she stood before me with her legs spread wide, her breasts hanging down, clearly a
slut who was both completely submissive and extremely eager and proactive.

Then, I explored her wet crevice, and soon my fingers found themselves in two
holes, one tight and dry, the other able to expand without limit, wet as a great river.

When I inserted my thumb into her lake and my index finger into her dry well, the girl let out a burst of ecstasy. I
pretended to fierce and began to grope the wet entrance with my right index finger. When I found what I was looking for, I
cheered; it was a thick fleshy bud, larger than any I had touched before. Accompanied by the throbbing of her impatience,
the bud trembled and undulated.

She was burning with desire, frantically pulling at my tight pants, but I insisted on not helping her—in fact
, my hands had already found their place elsewhere. As I rubbed her clitoris, I used my index finger and thumb to thrust
in and out, bringing her to a state of blissful ecstasy.

"Mmm, mmm, my king! My lord!" she cried, "I'll do anything! Anything!
I want to lick your ass, ride me however you want, as long as I can cum! Let me cum!"

At that moment, she finally released my penis. She pulled down my pants, and my penis,
like a victor, stood proudly erect, displayed before everyone.

I didn't hear the fearful cries I was used to hearing, but rather the lustful
moans of the women who had gathered around. They rushed forward, all wanting to be the first to taste my enormous penis.

However, the red-haired girl and I weren't finished yet; she cried out in ecstasy upon seeing my penis
.

I quickened the rhythm of my finger thrusts, applying just the right amount of pressure to her clitoris. Then, I felt
waves of pleasure surging around her. I removed my hands, and she collapsed to the ground, panting heavily
, almost fainting.

The strong scent of her love juice clung to my fingers, fueling my madness towards the masked women before me
. They were all like fallen nuns, their religious fervor driving them to surround me in the darkness of the prayer room.
Their adoration for my penis was idolatry; they knelt, vying to shower it with tender kisses and
warm caresses.

"Ladies, don't worry!" I cried. "My skills in bed are as big as my penis, enough to fill your mouths and your holes with semen. I bet I won't be
the one exhausted before dawn ." Hearing this, the women relaxed. Every word I spoke was true: I possessed divine power matching my enormous penis and its two massive testicles. Often, before midnight, I could exhaust half a dozen prostitutes, then masturbate twice more before I could banish impure thoughts and drift off to sleep. As if to prove my point, I immediately grabbed my penis and began to act in front of the women. I hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and I had almost reached my limit while playing with the red-haired auntie, so it didn't take long for me to finish. To achieve complete pleasure, I rubbed my penis while kneeling on top of the red-haired girl who was still lying face down on the ground. As I approached climax, I cried out joyfully and saw the sticky white semen spray onto her face and breasts, which thrilled me. As soon as the semen was released, I felt my penis become even harder and hungrier. So, I thought of finding another partner to satisfy myself with. I suddenly thought that it would be wonderful and pleasurable to have the girls lick the semen I had sprayed on the red-haired girl, so I commanded, "Kneel down, I want to see you lick my semen clean. Kneel down like harlots!" The girls gladly knelt down and licked the large amounts of semen off the red-haired girl's naked body. Although they were all wearing masks, I could tell from their rapid breathing that they were excited and thrilled by my command . I took the opportunity to examine their bodies more closely. My penis once again became erect, about a foot long, trembling incessantly, yearning to plunge into one of the overflowing, lustful orifices before me. "Ah! Take me! Take me!" the girls cried, pressing their buttocks towards me so that their tenderness could be better offered to me. Only the black-haired ones...

The woman remained silent, as if afraid that if she spoke, people would recognize her.

But I was driven by intense desire and had no time to think. On the contrary, the black-haired woman's silence and
elegant demeanor only fueled my boundless lust. I secretly resolved to save her for last, to give her
my most generous gift.

The girl with light black hair was the second person I had chosen to go to paradise with, and I was determined to
surprise her. After spreading her buttocks, I didn't point my weapon at her vulva, but rather at her brown
, wrinkled anus. Ignoring her frightened cries, I moistened her anus with her own vaginal fluid and
thrust in all at once, without considering the discomfort it might cause her.

Poor girl, her anus was tightly plugged, but I still managed to enter successfully.

It was all worth it; her anus was like a velvet glove, tightly encasing my
hot, trembling penis.

My pleasure quickly spread to her, and she began to breathe heavily with desire, her body arching back to meet mine,
seemingly yearning for my penis to thrust deeper. Just as I felt I was about to give in, I rubbed
her clitoris with my fingers, and then I came.

We both collapsed together, breathless and dizzy from the incredible pleasure we shared . For the first time in my life, I began to enjoy the pleasure brought by
my enormous penis and my tireless ability . I rolled over and lay on my back, waiting for my penis to return to its normal size. After a moment, my penis was indeed as erect as ever. At that moment, I felt someone gently massaging my thighs. Opening my eyes, I saw the two long-haired girls kneeling beside me, exploring me with their soft, smooth tongues. I let them continue, while I lay on my side enjoying their caresses. When their tongues touched my testicles, I felt an intense pleasure. Soon, my desire was reignited. Unable to resist any longer, I ordered one of them to spread her legs and sit on my stomach, facing my feet . My erect penis rubbed between her legs, but did not penetrate. Then, I ordered the other long-haired girl to sit on top of the first. This way, my enormous penis could stimulate both of them simultaneously, while also giving myself immense pleasure, especially since the girl on top could rub my penis with her hands. Our intercourse was so exciting it was almost suffocating, and when they reached orgasm, I ejaculated onto their abdomens, and we both fell into a dizzying bliss. I had always been devoted to four women, and now only one woman remained untouched by me— the dark-haired girl who had seduced me with her silence. I turned to her and called her over, and she obeyed. As I kissed her breasts, I noticed that her skin was whiter and softer than the other girls', and her hands had neither calluses nor scars from work. Perhaps I should have been suspicious, but I assumed she was a high-class maid, perhaps even one that Sir Bosch had kept for his own enjoyment. I thought to myself, no matter what, I must enjoy her more, for to do so would be tantamount to stealing Sir Bosch 's jewels. Before I could even think of what to do with her, she knelt before my legs, greedily sucking the tip of my penis. But I didn't want to ejaculate like that, so I pushed her away slightly, forcing her to lie on her back. Eager to possess her, I pressed the tip of my penis against her vulva. I was astonished to find that her vulva was so tight, tighter than any woman I had ever slept with. As I pushed my penis in, she paused slightly , clearly in pain, but she showed no sign of reluctance to let me into her body. On the contrary, the tightness only fueled my desire, and I thrust hard, all the way in, and then pulled out, causing her to cry out in pain. Yet, she was wetter than any woman I had ever slept with. And as much as I wanted her, she craved me. Soon after I entered, her vaginal fluids melted away the pain, making my thrusts easier. I rode her forcefully, like riding my warhorse. She eagerly responded with her hips , sucking in every inch of my penis. We both reached climax simultaneously; as I ejaculated, she cried out excitedly, clinging tightly to me, as if unwilling to let a single precious drop of semen slip away from her tight, wondrous passage. That night, I made love to her many more times. Each time, I begged her to tell me her name. But she wouldn't speak, only shaking her head with a sorrowful expression, at least that's how it appeared to me. At dawn, I parted ways with the five girls who had given me a night of pleasure with their skillful techniques. They left wearing masks, and I went back to my room alone. I wanted to thank Lady Elena, but her maids said she was unwell and couldn't see anyone. The next day, I had to set off back to Camelot to report to the King. As I rode off, a messenger hurried to me with a letter, repeatedly instructing me to open it a day after leaving Edenthorpe. I obeyed, returning to Camelot before opening it. It read: "My dearest Sir Lancelot: I am a noblewoman, and you do not want me; therefore, you will only want me if you treat me like a whore. At my baptism, it was prophesied that I would bear a son with the finest knight in the land—a son who would surpass his father and one day be more powerful than King Arthur. This is why I schemed to have you sleep with me. Of course, this is not the only reason, for I desire you more than any other man. Moreover, I experience unparalleled pleasure with you. Do not think too badly of me, for you are my bedmate, and the pleasure you give me is unmatched by any other. Your dark-haired whore." At first, I was angry, for I had been fooled, and I was terrified by the prophecy. However , I also experienced immense pleasure with Lady Elena. This experience itself was a comfort to me. If a woman of noble birth could let me penetrate her, what difference would other women make? From that moment on, I first had thoughts about Mrs. Genevieve…

The Story of Sir Gavein and Lady Oghur
. Orrod-Dura Castle, far from Camelot Castle and bordering Wales, was a desolate and treacherous land where only the most skilled warriors could survive.
Unruly people roamed this barren frontier. There were no laws; only the sword mattered.
Lady Oghur was brought to this dangerous land. She was a pale-skinned, pristine virgin from the North, a Scandinavian princess with long hair and flawless white skin, a treasure to any minor prince.
She was sold to Sir Bessilak as his wife, who had just been knighted Orrod. The lord of Dura, a vassal of my master, the king.
But Oghur was no weak woman; she was an ice queen with a heart of cold flame.
To be a king's daughter, to be married to a young knight with only a poor, desolate, and wild country land was a profound disgrace to her. Therefore, she remained unmoved by the knight's advances, secretly resolving to give him nothing but what she had to do for him.
Thus, although Lady Oghur had been married to her young, impatient husband for three months, she remained a virgin. Until I arrived at the castle, she was still a virgin devoid of desire, her heart as cold as ice—at least, that was my first impression.
My master, King Arthur, appointed me general to inspect the lands and fortresses of the newly arrived lord Bethilak at Oroth-du-ra. My four men and I rode for several days to reach it.
We were ambushed several times along the way, and after several fierce battles, we arrived at Oroth-du-ra on the evening of the tenth day, utterly exhausted. However, when I saw the beautiful Oghur, my spirits lifted.
She was tall and slender, with blue eyes and thick, pale blonde hair tied in a long braid that cascaded down her shoulders, revealing the alluring curves of her tight-fitting bodice.
I couldn't help but desire this woman immediately, yet, for the sake of my own reputation and hers, I tried my best to restrain this urge. I couldn't forget her indifferent expression, which only fueled my desire
. The thought of sending a flame into the cold belly of this lovely girl filled me with longing, but I also feared I wouldn't be able to have it. After a good night's sleep
, my strength returned, and I began to carry out the official duties entrusted to me by my master.
The first day was spent laboriously inspecting Sir Bessilach's lands and castle, and it wasn't until evening that I met Lady Oghur.
She appeared at the head of the dinner table like a fairy descended from heaven. The lady seemed utterly uninterested in me, but her indifference only intensified my lust.
Of course, I knew nothing about this virgin wife and assumed her coldness stemmed from her utmost loyalty to her husband.
She piqued my interest, and were it not for the sake of my knightly reputation and prestige among my comrades, I would have pursued her without hesitation that very night.
After the meal, her husband, Sir Bessilach, pulled me aside and told me about his unhappy marriage.
I found it hard to believe that such a young, strong, and vibrant man could endure his bride's coldness without resorting to force to get what he wanted.
"God, I can't do that,"
he replied. "I've never been one to be rough with women. I want her to sleep with me willingly. I find no pleasure in being forced."
"Then, my lord, what will you do?"
I said to him. "Are you going to spend your life as a bachelor in this violent and dark land with a beautiful virgin bride? Any man could take her away from you at any time."
"Sir Gaven, I've heard you've conquered many men. Aren't you a kind-hearted man?"
I didn't know what to say. I was genuinely worried about tarnishing my respected and valiant knightly reputation, yet I also thought the woman was a true savior.
I think the meaning of his words was quite clear.
Finally, I replied, "I am a kind-hearted man, and a respectable one at that." "
Then, good sir Gavin, please do me a favor, to please me, and to bring me closer to King Camegault with a heartfelt sense of gratitude and duty."
I couldn't refuse him then; otherwise, my actions would be detrimental to my master, King Arthur.
"As long as it is within my power, and without tarnishing my reputation, Lord Bessilach, I would indeed do anything for you." "
Then I implore you, with all your willpower, to influence my wife, Oghur, to make her willingly become my true and complete wife."
I fully understood that he wanted my influence to remain within the bounds of persuasion and harmless flirting, but I vaguely sensed a dark unease deep within me, a lurking thought that once I was alone with Lady Oghur, the desire to control her would overwhelm my reason, leading to excessive and indecent behavior.
I politely said goodnight to my troubled master, asking him to cast aside his worries. I promised to do my best to persuade his icy wife to melt like honey in his arms.
But I thought to myself: she has to melt in my arms first.
I didn't sleep well all night, tormented by lewd thoughts and the image of my master's beautiful wife appearing in my dreams.
I imagined her standing before me, completely obedient, begging for my mercy, while I showed her no mercy. I raised my hand to strike her, and she cried, pleading in a pitiful tone, "No, don't hit me anymore!" But when my fist landed on her bare, raised buttocks, she cried out again, pleading with pleasure, "More, more, my only master, hit me again, just once more!"
In my mind, that fair, naked woman obediently obeyed me. Her buttocks gradually turned crimson under the relentless blows, and my erection hardened. I began to caress it, moaning with pleasure.
In my greedy hands, my penis tautened tighter and tighter.
When the pearly white fluid spurted out, I almost thought I had ejaculated onto Oghur's rose-colored buttocks, and let out a long, joyful groan.
The next morning, I discovered that Sir Bessilach had gone to a nearby manor early in the morning and
wouldn't be back for three days. He left a message saying that during his absence, everything at the manor—including his cold-hearted yet beautiful wife—was under my control.
Oghur was clearly unhappy with this arrangement; aside from being polite, she ignored me completely.
At breakfast, she sat at the table, glaring at me, making no attempt to hide her displeasure.
Finally, I decided to force her to speak with me.
"Madam Oghur, what would you like to do to amuse yourself in this fine weather? You should know that your husband, Sir Bessilach, has ordered me to make you very satisfied."
She remained seated, her eyes fixed on me, the cold blue light in which made me tremble, and my determination to conquer her only strengthened.
"My lady, why don't you answer? Since I'm in charge of you for these three days, don't you know you must fulfill the duties of a married wife to her husband?"
My words had the desired effect, turning her into an enraged ice queen.
“Obligation! I have no obligation to any man, especially not a man from the South. I am a princess born free of the North, a warrior, a noble woman, and I would rather die than submit to abhorrent violence. Sir, don’t expect any ‘obligation’ from me. My husband is a slave, but I am not!”
“But, madam, please consider your place in Oroddur,” I continued, using sweet words to mask the threat in my tone. “We live in a savage land. Women banished to the forests will soon succumb to wild beasts, and perhaps worse, the men here are cruel and ruthless, using women like meat. Once they are satisfied with a woman, they throw away any wounded or useless ones.”
“I am not afraid of such a fate.”
“Then, my madam, you are more foolish than I think.
What can a lady do to protect herself in such a place? If you continue to displease me as you have with your husband, I might persuade him to banish you to the savages, to suffer the torment of fate.”
I knew, of course, that Sir Bessilak would not do such a thing.
But I thought I had to remind her that she was mortal, of flesh and blood, and dependent on a man for survival. This approach wouldn't hurt her.
I glanced at her, knowing my words had worked, for her white skin had grown even paler, and she stared at me with wide eyes, still with a defiant expression.
"This morning, you'll ride with me into the forest," I announced, and she could tell it was an order, not a request.
We rode off alone, she on a white mare, and I on a stallion borrowed from the stables of Lord Bessilak.
The horse was like a ravenous beast, its eyes gleaming, sniffing and pawing restlessly at the ground, trying to get closer to the mare. I immediately realized this animal was in heat, which might be useful to my plan.

After riding for an hour, Mrs. Ogour, who hadn't spoken a word, said she was tired and wanted to return to the castle. I
chuckled inwardly; I could see through her intentions immediately—she wanted to get back to the safer area within the castle walls
, where her reputation would be less likely to be damaged.

"My dear lady," I replied, "if you're tired, we can rest for a while. You see,
there's a clearing not far ahead; we can rest by the river and recharge."

I was pleased to see the wary glint in Mrs. Ogour's cold blue eyes.

But she knew she had to obey. She obediently rode her mare to the clearing, knowing
she needed my help to dismount. She reluctantly moved closer to me, letting me hold her slender waist.

As I helped her down, I seized the opportunity to slip a greedy hand under her skirt. When my hand
touched her smooth buttocks, a strong tremor, like ripples on a pond, quickly spread throughout my
body.

Like all northern women, she wore only a linen bodice under her skirt.

Hey! My lady's only defense is her virtue! And I can feel her trembling.
She knows as well as I do that she needs a stronger defense to escape my unwavering pursuit.

She's not as indifferent to my actions as she appears. It took a long time before she
struggled in my arms, wanting me to put her down. And as I put her down, I took the opportunity to run a finger
across her cleft, finding it warm and inviting.

I wanted to conquer her.

"Sir Knight, let go!" Mrs. Oghur cried.

I smiled and put her down, but before doing so, I gave her a hard pinch on the bottom, hurting her
, but strangely, she seemed to enjoy it.

It was a hot day, warm sunlight filtering through the branches onto the ground. We sat down on the grass. She gazed at
the river, the reflection illuminating her cold blue eyes.

Her long dress clung to her body, the neckline plunging below her tight waist, dappled sunlight
gently .

How I wanted to tear her dress off! I long to bury my teeth deep into that soft, warm flesh,
to bite the rose-colored nipple hidden beneath the plain white shirt. How I yearn to ejaculate my surging semen
onto that fluffy, white flesh!

"Look!" I exclaimed, "My horse really knows how to seize an opportunity; it will pursue
what it wants without hesitation."

She turned her head, her eyes wide, watching what was happening before her with an expression half of fear and half of confusion
.

The stallion I was riding was sniffing around the udder mare's tail, excitedly displaying
its interest in her. Its penis was swollen to its limit; it reared up, its front legs grabbing the struggling
mare's back, biting her neck to prevent her escape. But the swollen penis couldn't
penetrate the mare's body, causing the stallion to neigh and howl in frustration.

“The poor thing needs help,” I said slyly. “My lady, you help it!”

“Whatever you mean, I will never do such a thing!” she cried

, staring at me in astonishment when she understood.

She struggled to break free, but I held her tightly around the waist. I dragged her to the
dusty spot where the stallion and mare were still playing, pried open her fingers, and, ignoring her resistance, placed the stallion’s enormous penis
in her open palm. She screamed in terror when she saw what she was holding—such a horrible thing
.

I noticed her resistance was weakening.

She looked down at the enormous thing in her hand, a strange look of bewilderment on her face, a
mixture of excitement and shock leaving her in a daze.

“Grab the stallion’s thing and put it inside the mare!” I commanded.

The sight of this proud, pristine virgin holding the stallion's penis almost reverently in her fingers
excited me immensely, and my own penis began to swell in my pants. I longed to push this virgin
to the ground and make love to her like a stallion to a mare.

Seeing her slow, hesitant movements, I placed my hand on Oghur's, guiding her to help the stallion
.

"I...I don't want to do this," she mumbled, twisting her arms to try and break free, but
deep down she didn't want to. The demonstration of her uncontrollable natural instincts awakened her intense curiosity to witness
it all.

"I want to do this with you," I replied.

One of my hands remained around her waist, while the other inserted the stallion's penis into the mare. With a sound...
A joyful neighing filled the air as the stallion and mare excitedly mated.

"Touch it," I whispered in Oghur's ear, her hand still on the stallion's penis. "
That's how stallions mate with mares, and that's how men mate with women. Do you want some?"

I pried her fingers away, seeing her still dazed expression.

I led her a short distance from the horses, and through her tight corset, I could vaguely see her breasts were already
erect .

I knew perfectly well that she wouldn't resist if I took her on the grass. However, that would be
too easy; I had other plans for Mrs. Oghur.

I released Oghur's waist, and she slumped to the ground, panting, trying to get her blood circulating. I didn't give her
much time to catch her breath; after only a moment, I pulled her up.

"Take off your clothes," I commanded.

"I will never undress for any man," she cried, and to my utter astonishment, she
pulled a small silver dagger from her apron and lunged at me, her eyes blazing with fury, a look of fierce determination on her part to defend
her chastity.

But I was faster; I snatched the weapon from her and tossed the silver dagger into the river to feed the fish
.

I twisted her arms behind her back, grabbed her waist, and commanded again:

"Take off your clothes: now! Don't forget, I have complete control over you and have every right
to hurt you. If you disobey me now, I will show you no mercy."

The princess, with her pale blond hair and eyes blazing with rage, began to undress in the dappled sunlight on the open ground
. Her hands trembled as she unfastened the sash at her back.

“I can’t untie it,” she said, her voice dry and devoid of emotion. “If you want me to take off my clothes,
I’ll have to do it myself.”

Her meaning was clear enough, so I hastily began to untie the belt, but it was tightly bound
. Losing patience, I drew my sword and with a “swish,” slashed it from her neck to her waist. The princess remained standing
, unmoved, oblivious to the blade grazing her neck.

The tight corset slipped off her shoulders, revealing a linen shirt underneath. I forcefully
pulled down to her hips, letting it fall to her feet and bunch up. Then, I turned her body so she
faced me.

“Get out of the skirt,” I commanded.

She obeyed.

“Now take off your shirt. I want to see what you look like naked.”

Slowly, mechanically, she bent down, grasped the folds of the shirt with both hands, and lifted it—over her knees
, her waist, and finally above her head, throwing the shirt to the ground.

She was indeed a beauty: her gaze was icy, her skin was translucent white, her full breasts stood high, and
her pink, firm nipples indicated the passion surging within her young body.

"Oghur, do you have desire?" I asked her.

"I have no desire for men who are unworthy of me,"

she said, glaring at me with disdain, but a flicker of desire burned in her eyes.

She said, "How...how could I have desire for someone like you? Noble blood flows in my veins
, my body belongs only to noble families. You cannot harm me; I have
the magical protection of a magnificent white-robed witch..."

"You are wrong, Oghur," I hissed in her ear, "your body
is available to any man who desires it. But today, your body belongs to me, to all the men who have longed for you. Magic cannot
save you."

Mrs. Oghur cried out in anguish, raising her buttocks to the sky and
chanting in a language I completely did not understand.

It was a scripture of magic and prayer.

But no one but me could hear, and I felt no pity for her. "
Poor thing, deceived and abandoned!"

she cried. "Sir Knight, do you not care about your honor and harbor
such ?"

I laughed; I truly enjoyed this game.

"My Lady of Oghurs, your husband has given you to me. For these three days, I can do
whatever I want with you."

The lady looked indeed lovely naked. I longed to drown myself in her fragrant flesh
, a virgin territory, untouched and uncultivated by any man.

I desired to possess her, to deflower her in the green meadow, to hear her pitiful
cries .

Before making love, I always liked a little thrill, and merely toying with this woman was not enough
; I had to completely crush her will, making her obediently accept her husband's demands.

Before she could even comprehend what was happening, I removed the harness from her mare and bound my own
horse; today, Oghur was my steed, destined to bear my weight.

I forced her to kneel, ignoring her cries of resistance, pried open her mouth, shoved the metal muzzle inside
, and then placed the bridle over her face, head, and neck, the reins trailing behind her. Then, I pushed
her, and she, like a beautiful wild beast, pounced on me. Her rear pressed against me as
alluringly .

I then fastened the saddle, tightening the girth around her slender waist, thus
securing the heavy saddle firmly to her back.

The rough, cold saddle must have been very uncomfortable against her delicate frame, and with the bit
stuffed , she couldn't utter a single word of protest.

Finally, I tied a leather pad to her thighs and buttocks like a horse's tail strap,
finally revealing her long-held, glistening, white treasure.

Her pink, moist, and tightly closed vulva was truly wondrous. And her amber, wrinkled
anus was equally pleasing to my greedy eyes.

I gripped the ropes controlling her movements, circling around her, carefully examining my new mount.
Seeing her white, jade-like breasts hanging like ripe, sweet fruit on a tree, waves of
passion surged within me.

She tried desperately to clench her thighs, to conceal her treasure, but her thighs seemed to defy her will, remaining open. Before
me, she had nothing left to hide.

I cut a piece of hazelwood with my dagger to make a whip, bending it with my fingers; the whip was both soft and hard. Then
, I straddled her, half-standing (because my full weight would crush her delicate body
), and lashed her with the whip.

"Giddy up!" I shouted, the hazelwood whip striking the lovely, icy buttocks of the virgin.

She let out a muffled cry, indicating that I had hit her where it hurt. But the princess remained
stubbornly unmoved. I struck her again, this time a little harder.

I commanded, "Move along, or you'll feel even worse, you little slut."

This time, whether she liked it or not, she obeyed, slowly getting up on her hands and feet on the grass.

"Your noble mount, circle the clearing one more time!" I truly enjoyed this childish game.
Sometimes she would stumble, and I would use the whip to punish her plump buttocks. She would be startled and
try to scream, but I held tightly to the bit I had in her mouth.

Poor Oghur! Her buttocks were soon covered in bruises. Her breathing became
increasingly rapid, a sign that her resistance was weakening. I felt incredibly excited. Although she was
unwilling, this ice beauty was indeed beginning to feel a kind of pleasure from having her body completely under my control.

Finally, I grew tired of this slow, drawn-out torment, so I turned and straddled her. The fine
hazel whip was indeed an ideal tool, and I used it to tease the delicate skin around her anus. Ah
, in this wondrous torment, she writhed rapidly, especially when I placed the tip of the whip at her back entrance and
pressed it in gently, like a knife cutting through butter, it went in very easily, and she writhed even more. I
amused myself for a while, rotating the whip inside Oghur's anus, opening the passage a little more so that
there was enough space to accommodate another guest that day. After pulling out the whip, I leaned back a
little more, carefully examining the exquisite beauty of her virgin vulva.
It was thrilling to see the tightly closed gates, symbols of chastity, so wet, so desperately needing caresses.

I knew Mrs. Oghur was on the verge of complete submission. But for my noble goal, I
could not back down. I remained seated on this wondrous mount, my legs spread wide, and began to caress her lower lips,
stroking the pale yellow curls around her still-virgin vulva. She responded to my actions with a series of low
moans. I noticed, strangely, that despite her stubbornness, she was becoming increasingly wet under my touch.

As my fingers slid near the entrance of her virginity, I was incredibly excited; the surface where my fingertips touched was
unbelievably . My penis swelled, straining against my trousers. I knew that if I pulled out and leaped onto
the buttocks Mrs. Oghur had given me, I could satisfy all my physical needs. But what I wanted was more than that.

Finally, my fingers slid into the tight, moist crevice, seeking the unexplored scenery
. Before half my finger had even entered, she recoiled. I realized then that I had touched Mrs. Oghur
's hymen. It seemed that, months after their marriage, she was still a virgin. I pressed against that
membrane again, finding it thick and tight. Deflowering her was no easy task.

Now, I climbed off her, untied the girth binding the saddle, and seeing her stiff and
trembling body, I pulled her to her feet to admire her. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen; except for
the bit in her mouth, the head and shoulder covers, and the tail tied to her inner thighs, she was completely
naked. The tail cover forced her to slightly part her legs while standing, exposing her vulva and anus
. Her protruding pink nipples hardened, like the stems of fruit, making one 's
mouth water. How I longed to bite into those snow-white breasts, to let my parched, yearning tongue soak in her milk
, to savor it to the fullest.

I again embraced her waist, half-pushing, half-pulling her towards her mare. The mare had
calmed from her earlier passion and was peacefully grazing. I took several leather straps from my basket. Oghur
gave me a fearful look: I had planned this game of God long ago.

I took out four of the longest straps, buckled them in the middle to make two long straps, threaded them through the mare's saddle, and
hung them on either side of the horse. Then, I made Oghur lie face down under the mare's belly, tied the straps around her ankles
and wrists, and tightened the buckles. Her helpless body was slowly lifted off the ground. Pulled to waist
height, her face down, she swayed back and forth like a starfish. Then, I took
a rope and tied it to the saddle, thus securing her head so she could see ahead. Auguer hung
motionless beneath the horse's belly, silent and still. Her legs were spread wide by the leather straps, her beautiful breasts dangling and
trembling occasionally. She looked terrified, knowing she was completely powerless, at my mercy
. A different kind of expression shone in our eyes—a newly awakened desire,
the desire of a woman yearning for release from her cage.

I knelt before her, facing the beauty now fully revealed before me, and began to explore her. Her
body was so perfect—the body of the Snow Queen, a powerful, cold flame emanating from her icy jade. Her
breasts were round and smooth, hanging softly, their tips pink and firm. All of this had tormented
me for so long, so I began with her breasts, gently caressing and kneading them, cupping them in my hands
. They were soft in my hands, constantly sliding, arousing my desire to kiss them, lick them, and suckle them
. I put one nipple in my mouth and gently bit it, while pinching the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Mrs. Ogour's breathing became short and heavy, and she let out a low moan from her gagged mouth. After enjoying this
for a while , I turned my attention to her lips. Her lips were red and full, and I had
imagined many times in my mind those lips holding my eager penis and sucking its sweet nectar. I put a finger in
her mouth and took out the bit.

"Untie me, let me down, you tyrant! You are a shameful, wanton rogue,
not a knight at all!"

she roared, still trying to maintain the appearance of a victimized virgin—but I
saw .

She made a move to bite my finger, and I scolded, "Bite then, I'll make you suffer even more than with the hazel whip."
" You'd rather be spanked than suffer, you shameless slut! Do as I say, or I'll
throw you into the wolf pack, into the hordes of wild men roaming the forest!"

With that, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my eager penis, and pressed the tip against her
lips.

She tried to keep her mouth shut, but I quickly thrust in, almost choking her.

However, she didn't want to hurt me; instead, she used a natural skill to enjoy sucking on my erect penis
.

God, I was instantly thrilled. Oghur's lips licked me with silky smoothness, and soon
I couldn't control myself. My semen surged to her throat like a hot wave, and she wanted to spit it out, but
I wouldn't let her.

"Swallow it, my lady," I whispered, "this is the essence of life, a baptism of carnal desire
."

She complied.

I pulled my penis out of her mouth to let her catch her breath.

But her eyes still gleamed with desire, and I knew I had won the battle.

"Now it's your baptism to become a woman," I declared.

I knelt behind her, lowered my head, and began to suckle at her increasingly wet opening. As my
tongue searched and licked her hard clitoris, she began to moan with pleasure.

At first, I licked gently, then more forcefully, more and more unrestrainedly.

"Ah...oh..." she cried out as she felt her first orgasm.

And I, this chivalrous knight, would not refuse her. I continued to lick until
a gush of fragrant love juice flowed from her lower body, and she cried out at the sudden, intoxicating sensation. I decided to
completely breach her last line of defense before she could recover. I was pleased to see my warrior
once again fully prepared, ready for a new battle. I placed its tip at her wet opening,
grabbed her thighs with both hands, and held her tightly. My first attempt ended with Mrs. Oghur's painful cry; her
hymen was strong and difficult to break. But with another determined charge, I entered her hidden place.
As my penis eagerly thrust into the gates of her treasure garden of pleasure, I could feel the membrane being torn
. Bound, she cried out, twisting her body, trying to escape my invincible spear, but in
vain.

"No, no, you can't!" she cried. Her words came too late; I had already stormed
her castle, almost breaching the gates. I thrust greedily, her passage soft, smooth
, and fiery enveloping me.

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