A Knight To Remember - UNCUT R18

Chapter 4 - UNCUT

My hips stilled as my breath came in bursts.  My soft flesh bud was swollen and I felt my hand to retake up the action and bring me to yet another vocal climax.

In that moment I wanted him so badly that I would have begged him for him.  I wanted nothing more than to have him take me, conquer me and make me his slut.  I would have done anything to have him thrust into me until his essence spilled into me and over me. 

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.

I pulled myself from the bed and sat on the side.

I would see him again today.  Would I blush?  Would I see my dream lover?  Would I weaken?  Would I become like the serving girls and encourage him to take me under a table, against a wall, straddling him on a chair?  Enough.

No.  I would be strong.  I was no serving girl.  I would not become what I warned my ladies against.  I would not dishonour myself.

I dressed to go and help with the cleanup of the Hall and start preparations for the next feast tonight.  This week would be a week of nightly feasts, drinking and debauchery.  It would be a long week for me.

I pushed up my sleeves as I inspected the hall checking that it was spotless.

“Good morning Queen Maeb,” a soft voice behind me made me jump.

I quickly turned and there he was standing too close.  His beautiful mouth curled into the most alluring half smile as he looked down at me.

“Sleep well?” his eyes twinkled as they bore into me with his intensity.

I took a step back, away from him.  He chuckled slightly, possibly at my astonished expression.  Did he know?

“Fine, and you?” I shot back.

He chuckled again and his eyes flashed at me, “Umm yes, although it could have been better.  I am not used to a cold bed.”

“Don’t tell me you failed to find a serving girl to your liking?” I laughed but also cringed at the same time.  I shouldn’t be asking him this.

“No, I found no serving girls to my liking, I did take a liking to a certain head strong woman with the most beautiful breast I have ever seen,” he was fighting an enormous smile as his eyes ate into me and down to my breasts.

I took another step back away from him. My pulse sped up.

“You should stick to the serving girls, the woman here have unforgiving husbands,”

“Hmm, this particular one is sorely neglected by her husband, a wrong I hope to right.”

“You are incredible!”

“Thank you,” he smiled at me.

“That wasn’t a compliment.  Are you really so arrogant to believe that every woman needs what you are offering?”

“Maeb, every woman should have at least one night of pure pleasure to call their own,” he said very seriously, “otherwise it would be a wasted life.”

I looked at him in indignant surprise.  “Aren’t you just a saint?  I can’t imagine the sacrifice you endure just to bring that little bit of joy into a woman’s life,” I rolled my eyes and turned away in disgusted.   I was about to walk away when I felt the wave of desire evoke the needs of this morning.  I took a sharp breath and I could feel him behind me again.

  “Ohh, you are so strong, it just makes me want you even more.  And I want you enough already.  You must know a quiet place...”

“The serving girls will be back tonight,” I said through my clenched teeth.  Then I forced myself to walk away.  My legs almost buckled as I fought another surge in my desires.  I made it out of the hall and collapsed leaning heavily against a wall out of sight from the courtyard. 

I opened my eyes to find him standing in front of me.  He leaned in on hand on either side of my face.  He brought his face to mine and his lips touched my forehead and trailled down my face until they found my lips then they softly and gently caressed them.  His body leaned into mine and I felt his hard desire.  His hands went down to pull up my dress as his knees eased mine apart.

“No!” using all my strength I pushed him away and quickly spun out of his embrace.  His face reflected his surprise.  I did not hesitate I almost ran from him.  I was in the kitchens before I stopped to get my breath.  I sat at the heavy kitchen table and buried my face in my hands.

“You look like you could do with a drink,” a gentle female voice laughed.

“Ohh Joyce, you have no idea!” I sighed as she placed a hot cup of lemon tea in front of me.

“Maeb, I have been looking for you everywhere, we have a problem.”  Aine came to sit with me.

“Just what I need, a problem,” I laughed.

“It’s these Twelve, as they call themselves.  That Lord Torc’s followers, they are relentless.  The women are falling like flies to them.   Hell one of his men took both Flora and Hatty at the same time.  I have rooms full of unslept in beds and girls with starry expressions.  Those men were are at it all night and still looking for more in the early hours of this morning. “

“Damn!” I swore which caused the kitchen staff to stop and look at me.  “They don’t drink Aine.  The King laughed and said that it weakened their metal, he must have meant... Damn!”  I closed my eyes and knew what was coming next. 

“You have to talk to this Lord Torc and get him to call his men off.”

“No.  I can’t do that,” I shook my head and closed my eyes.  “The King would never allow me to be so rude to one of his guests and ... I can’t.”

“Please Maeb, he might be more reasonable.  He left the hall alone last night and I have heard no stories about his... well you know, begetting.”

Ohh yes I know, I frowned.  So he didn’t partake in the serving girls last night.  Left alone...?  That made no sense, especially given the state of his ... Enough!

“I can’t take that risk.  Go to the herbalist Aine, make sure that all the girls take the potion, whether they want to or not.  Everyday they will take the potion, I will find the gold to pay the herbalist.  We can fake virginity to an eager husband but if any of them get pregnant...  I don’t want any ruined over this.  I don’t want him to have any satisfaction in our struggles.”

“Him, satisfaction, struggles?” Aine looked at me with a wary expression, “Please not...”

“That’s enough Aine,” I interrupted her before she made her speculation public.  The kitchen staff were not discreet and Aine knew me too well.  “You have your task.  I have a feast to organise.”

I watched her leave before I closed my eyes and cradled my head.  This should not be happening.