The romantic tales of knights

Orrod-Dura Castle, located far from Camelot Castle and bordering Wales, is a desolate and treacherous land where only the most skilled warriors can survive.
Unruly people roam this barren frontier. There are no laws here; only the sword speaks.
Lady Oghur was brought to this murderous 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 have been 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 was at a loss for words, 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, Sir Gavin, good man, 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 could not refuse him then, for otherwise, my actions would be detrimental to my master, King Arthur.
"As long as it is within my power and does not tarnish my reputation, Sir Bessilach, I am willing to 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: he wouldn't be back for three days, leaving behind the instruction that during his absence, everything at the manor—including his cold-hearted yet beautiful wife—was under my control.
Oghur was clearly displeased with this arrangement; aside from maintaining proper etiquette, 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 gaze sending shivers down my spine, strengthening my resolve to conquer her.
"My lady, why won'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 achieved their intended 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 from 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 be mindful of your place in Oroddulla," 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, or worse, the men of this land are cruel and ruthless, using women like meat. Once they are satisfied with a woman, they throw away the wounded and useless ones." "I am not afraid of such a fate."
“Then, my lady, you are even more foolish than I thought. What can a lady do to protect herself in a place like this? If you continue to displease me as you have with your husband, I might persuade him to throw you out to the savages, to suffer the torments of fate.” I knew, of course, that Sir Bessilach would not do such a thing.
But I thought it necessary to remind her that she was mortal, of flesh and blood, and dependent on a man for survival. This way of speaking wouldn’t do her any harm.
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 will 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 Sir Bessilach’s stables.
The horse was like a fierce wild beast, its eyes gleaming, sniffing the ground with a snorting sound, its paws scratching restlessly at the earth, trying to get closer to the mare. I immediately realized that this animal was in heat, which might be useful to my plan.
After riding for an hour, Mrs. Ogour, who hadn't spoken until now, said she was tired and wanted to go back to the castle. I chuckled inwardly; I could see through her intentions at a glance—she wanted to return to the safer area inside the castle walls, where it would be harder to damage her reputation.
"My dear lady," I replied, "if you are 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 the 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 from the horse, I seized the opportunity to slip a greedy hand under her skirt. The moment 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 bra under her skirt.
Hey! My lady's only defense was her virtue! And my fingers could feel her trembling.
She knew as well as I did that she needed stronger defenses to escape my unwavering pursuit.
She wasn't as indifferent to my actions as she appeared. After a long while, 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 along her cleft, finding it warm and inviting.
I was going to conquer her.
"Sir Knight, let go!" Mrs. Oghur cried.
I smiled and put her down, but before doing so, I gave her buttocks a hard squeeze, hurting her, but strangely, she seemed to enjoy it.
It was a hot day, the 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 caressing her chest.
How I longed to tear her dress off! To bury my teeth deep within that soft, warm flesh, to bite those rose-colored nipples hidden beneath her plain white shirt, to ejaculate my surging semen onto that fuzzy, 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, a mixture of fear and confusion on her face, watching what was happening before her.
The stallion I was riding was sniffing around the udder mare's tail, excitedly displaying its interest. Its penis was swollen to its limit; it reared up, its forelegs gripping the struggling mare's back, biting her neck to prevent her escape. But the swollen penis just wouldn't go inside the mare, making the stallion neigh and bray 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 as she understood. She tried desperately 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 the horrifying thing she held in her hand.
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 thrilled me, and my own erection began to swell in my pants. I longed to push her down 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 murmured, 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 hand remained around her waist, while the other guided the stallion's penis into the mare. With a joyful neigh, 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 make love with women. Do you want to?" I pried her fingers off, seeing her still looking bewildered.
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 hurriedly began to untie the belt, but it was tied very tightly. Losing my patience, I drew my sword and with a "swish," slashed it from her neck to her waist. The princess remained standing there, unmoved, not caring that the blade had grazed her neck.
The tight corset slipped off her shoulders, revealing a linen shirt underneath. I forcefully pulled her skirt down to her hips, letting it fall to her feet and bunch up. Then, I turned her around so she was facing me.
"Get out of the skirt," I commanded.
She obeyed.
"Now take off your shirt. I want to see what you look like naked." She slowly, mechanically bent over, grasped the folds of the shirt with both hands, and lifted it up—over her knees, over her waist, and finally above her head, throwing the shirt to the ground.
She was indeed a beauty: her gaze was cold, her skin was fair and translucent, her full breasts stood high, and the pink, hard 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 not worthy of me."
She glared at me disdainfully, but a hint of desire flickered in her eyes.
She said, "How...how could I possibly desire someone like you? Noble blood flows in my veins, my body belongs only to noble families. You cannot harm me; I am protected by the magic of a magnificent white witch..."
"You are wrong, Oghur," I whispered 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."
Lady Oghur cried out in grief and indignation, raising her buttocks to the sky and chanting in a language I did not understand.
It was a scripture of magic and prayer.
But no one but me could hear it, and I felt no pity for her. "Poor thing, deceived and abandoned!"
she cried, "Sir Knight, do you not care about your honor, to harbor such wicked thoughts towards a noble lady?"
I laughed; I really enjoyed this game.
"My Lady Oghur, your husband has given you to me. For these three days, I can do whatever I want with you."
The lady looked truly lovely naked. I longed to drown myself in her fragrant flesh, a virgin territory, untouched and uncultivated by any man.
I craved her, craved to deflower her in the green meadows, craved to hear her pitiful cries as I pleasured her.
Before making love, I always liked a little thrill, and merely toying with this woman wasn't enough; I had to completely break her will, to make her obediently accept her husband's demands. Before
she even understood what was happening, I removed the bridle from her mare and bound my own mount; 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 horse's metal muzzle inside, and then placed the bridle over her face, head, and neck, the reins trailing behind her. Then, I gave her a push, and she, like a beautiful wild beast, pounced on me. Her rear pressed against me as alluringly as a mare against a stallion.
I fastened the saddle, tightening the girth around her slender waist, so the heavy saddle was firmly secured to her back.
The saddle was rough and cold, and it must have been very uncomfortable on her delicate body, with a bit stuffed in her mouth, unable to utter a word of protest.
Finally, I tied a leather pad to her thighs and buttocks like a horse's tail strap, finally revealing her long-hidden, 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 reins controlling her movements, circling around her, carefully examining my new mount. Seeing her breasts, white as jade fingers, hanging like ripe, sweet fruit on a tree, a surge of passion welled up within me.
She tried desperately to clench her thighs, to cover her treasure, but her thighs seemed to defy her will, remaining open. Before me, she had nothing 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 raised the whip, giving her a sharp spur.
"Giddy up!" I shouted, the hazelwood whip lashing the lovely buttocks of the icy virgin.
She let out a muffled cry, indicating that I had hit the mark. But the princess still stubbornly refused to move. I gave her another lash, this one a little harder than before.
I commanded, "Get up, or you'll feel even worse, you little slut." This time, whether she liked it or not, she obeyed, slowly getting up on the grass, using both hands and feet.
"Your noble steed, circle the open space one more time!" I genuinely enjoyed this childish game. Sometimes she would stumble, and I would whip her plump buttocks to taste the punishment. She would be startled and try to cry out, but I held tight to the bit 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, leisurely teasing, so I turned around and straddled her backwards. The fine hazel whip was indeed an ideal tool, and I casually 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, turning the whip inside Oghur's anus, opening the passage a little wider so there was enough space to accommodate another guest that day. After pulling out the whip, I leaned back a bit, carefully examining everything about her virgin vulva, its color a delicate rosy hue. It was thrilling to see the tightly closed gate, a symbol of chastity, become so wet, so eager for caresses.
I knew Mrs. Oghur was on the verge of complete submission to me. 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 place my fingertips touched was unbelievably slippery. My penis swelled, bulging through my trousers. I knew that as long as I pulled out and jumped onto the buttocks that Oghur had given me, I could satisfy all my physical needs. But I wanted more than that.
Finally, my fingers slid into the tight, wet crevice, seeking out the unexplored scenery. Before half of my fingers had even entered, she pulled back. I then realized that I had touched Mrs. Oghur's hymen. It seemed that, even months after their marriage, she was still a virgin. I pressed against that hymen 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 body stiff and trembling, I pulled her to her feet to admire her properly. 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 my mouth water. I longed to bite into those snow-white breasts, to let my parched, yearning tongue soak in her milk, and savor it to the fullest.
I put my arm around her waist again and, half-pushing, half-pulling, led her closer to her mare. The mare had calmed down from her earlier passion and was peacefully munching on grass. I took out several leather straps from my basket, and Oghur gave me a fearful look: I had planned this game of God long ago.
I took out four of the longest leather 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, slowly lifting her helpless body off the ground. Pulled up to her waist, her face down, she swayed back and forth like a starfish. Then, I took a rope from her neck and tied it to the saddle, thus securing her head so she could see ahead. Oghur hung under the horse's belly, silent and motionless. Her legs were stretched open by the leather straps, her beautiful breasts hanging down, 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 an ice 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, gently biting it, while pinching the other with my thumb and forefinger.
Mrs. Ogour's breathing became short and heavy, and low moans escaped from her gagged mouth. Having had my fill of that, I turned my attention to her lips. Her lips were red and full, and I had long imagined them taking my throbbing penis into their mouth, sucking its sweet nectar. I stuffed a finger into her mouth and removed the bit.
"Untie me! Let me down, you tyrant! You're a shameful, wanton rogue, not a knight at all!"
she roared, still trying to maintain the appearance of a victimized virgin—but I saw unbearable lust in her eyes.
She made a move to bite my finger, and I scolded, "Bite! I'll make you feel worse than when I whipped your ass with the hazelwood whip, 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 pulled down my pants, drew out my eager penis, and pressed the tip against her lips.
Although she tried to keep her mouth closed, I quickly thrust in, almost choking her.
But she didn't want to hurt me; instead, she used a natural skill to enjoy sucking on my erect penis.
God, I was instantly filled with excitement. 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 announced.
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.
[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/191029.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=191029&aspx=1

Previous Page : Moon Goddess

Next Page : I'll go through the cycle of reincarnation to do you

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The romantic tales of knights

comment Open a new window to view comments