A Knight To Remember

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I cursed at myself as I yanked the pins from my hair causing myself pain.  What just happened?  How did that happen?  Never before had I been so weak, been so undignified and lustful.  How did he do that to me?

I shook my head.  It did not matter.  I had won.   He would now move on to easier conquests.  Many years of watching the mating practices of the warrior had clearly shown them drawn to the path of least resistance.  They would not pursuit once knocked back. Particularly these men, after all they only had a week in which to satisfy their every carnal craving so they could not afford to woo.  At the end of the week they would be back with their wives and mothers and working the fields.  A week was not long when you had as much lust as Lord Torc obviously had.  No, he would be finding his pleasures with easier women tonight.  He may flirt but I doubted that his ego would be brave enough to attempt another open invitation.  I might be safe but some poor girl out there will not be.

I laughed softly as I remembered the impressive extent of his manhood.  If that was a true representation then some impressionable girl would have trouble walking tomorrow!   It was possible, even probably, that it was just an illusion, padded to give the impression of such a bulk.  Again, laughing softly, I hoped for that careless girl’s sake it was.  But if it was that size... my mind turned to the mechanics and wondered if it was even possible with something so large and how much it would hurt.  But then I was naive when it came to these matters. 

I climbed into my cold bed expecting to sleep.  I closed my eyes and found my mind occupied with the image of him.  His face so strong, his eyes dancing with their wicked intent, the shape of his lips smiling that half smile... Damn, I opened my eyes and turned and tossed myself into a different position.  Again I tried to sleep this time as I closed my eyes I imaged the outline of his body.  I imaged what it would be like to run my hand down his muscular chest over all the tight skin until it got to the short hair... Damn.  Enough Maeb.  My hand traced down my body, my breasts were ample and firm my abdomen tight and flat, my hips womanly and soft, then my fingers found wetness.  I groaned as I explored the unfamiliar feelings. 

NO!  No, no ,NO!  What are you doing Maeb! I yanked my hands out from under the covers and pulled the covers tight over me.  There was definitely something wrong with me tonight.  I was being so uncharacteristically weak.

My eyelids felt heavy.  As I closed my eyes again I was positive that I could hear a soft chuckle, “Maybe I don’t want a serving girl, maybe I want you,” I pushed open my eyes in surprise.  No one was there, but the voice was clear but not loud enough to pin point just a soft murmur, “You are strong but I am stronger.”  Must be my imagination.

Sleep pulled me to it and I went willingly.

I woke with daylight flooding in open shutters.  I was sure that I had shut them.  But then again I was a little preoccupied last night.  I closed my eyes and remembered my dreams.  So erotic, where did those... images come from?  I could not even guess.  Well I suppose I had been speculating how one would make love to someone so massive, maybe my mind was just answering the question.  But to consume him so graphically over and over again with so much enjoyment, in ways I had never previously considered?  Weak, weak, weak!

Still I couldn’t deny I wanted him.  I wanted nothing more than to have him take me, conquer me and make me his lover.  With my dreams still fresh in my mind I would have done anything to have him come to my bed and re-enact my fantasies. 

The tears started.  I curled up in a small ball and cried.  What was happening to me?   Why was I torturing myself like this? 

I was the Queen, married to the King.  I was not free to wish or hope for an affair.  To do so would condemn us both.  I was the Queen.  I was above such needs.  I had to be above such needs.