Key West
A bisexual fantasy with the wife
‘The lights were on. Finally’. The Man sits and waits. He is always there in, in the dark, watching. The Woman lives her life, unaware of her invisible suitor. She will know soon enough. Until then, He Lies In Wait.
Even in old age, love finds a way.
She felt someone, something watching her, following her every move.
Mayling requested this and would like commnets.
My second time with Mrs. Gray and the start of something new…maybe.
I spent the rest of the night in a dream. I couldn’t believe I just fucked Mrs. Gray and she really wanted it. I jerked off twice since last night and my dick was still rock hard. I couldn’t wait to do it again, but I wanted it to be another surprise; so she could really get what she wanted. So I had a plan to wait a day or two and then surprise her at your home or something.
So I spent the rest of the day just cleaning around the house and had some of my friends over. We swam ate and drank, and to my surprise I didn’t see Mrs. Gray once come out of her house or even look out a window. I mean I wasn’t constantly looking over, but I figured she should come out to say hi or just see what my friends and I were doing, but I got nothing.
So the next day I heard a car next door leave around 7 in the morning. I looked outside and saw that it was Mr. Gray leaving for what I guessed was work. I saw Mrs. Gray standing outside waving goodbye to her husband. She was wearing a morning robe and no makeup yet, but she still looked gorgeous. She turned to go back inside and saw me looking out the window. She waved and winked at me and went inside. I was really hoping she would flash me a view of under her robe, but I guess I wasn’t that lucky. I decided to do some errands today so I didn’t jump into anything and ruin my plan.
I had a few things to do today. I had to get the clothes from the cleaners and to go food shopping. So I took my shower making sure not to jerk off again; I wanted to save all my cum for Mrs. Gray. I got ready and jumped in my car to start my day. I finished with the cleaners which took a little longer than I thought, but what did I care it was summer and I had all day. My next stop was the food store. I parked, grabbed a shopping cart and went inside.
I got a few things I needed and I went down the frozen food section and to me and my cocks delightful surprise we saw Mrs. Gray looking at something. I turned back so she couldn’t see me, I just kept watching her. She was wearing what looked to be an old sweat shirt and some very tight black jogging pants with a white strip down the side. My dick was aching to get her, but I wanted to wait. I wanted to wait another day, but this time seemed perfect. She wouldn’t expect me to fuck her here. So I took my shopping cart to another aisle and left it there.
I followed her at a safe distance until she was in the shampoo aisle which is located in the far back corner of the food store. I made sure that no one else was around and walked up behind her. I put my right hand over her mouth again and I quickly put my left hand down the front of her jogging pants. I felt her nice pubic hair and then found her slit and started to rub it. She moaned as I took my hand off of her mouth and down to her breasts. “Oh my what a great surprise.” She moaned. “I knew you’d love it you slut.” I told her. “Your slut you mean.” She moaned back again. “Yes you are my slut aren’t you?” I asked. “Yes I am. I want your cock sir. Please give it to me I need it.” She said her body shaking a little.
“You will bitch but first follow me.” I told her. I held out my hand and she took it I brought her back to the bath rooms. We went into the family one because I knew we could lock the door and not be disturbed. I brought her inside closed and locked the door, and threw her gently against the wall. She smiled and I kissed her deeply. She moaned with my tongue in her mouth. I slowly caressed her breast with one hand and was rubbing her pussy through her jogging pants. I loved the feeling of her pussy hair moving as I rubbed. I put one finger in the waist of her pants and pulled them down.
She giggled a little as I rand my finger up her thigh and over her hairy pussy mound. “Do you want me to eat you out or do you want to suck on my cock first?” I asked her. “Whatever you want sir. I’m all yours.” She whispered. “Suck on my cock then!” I commanded her. “Yes sir!” she said as she got down on her knees with her pants around her ankles. She unzipped my jeans and whipped out my cock. She licked the shaft up and down and then spit on the tip. She started to stroke it up and down for a little while. She picked up speed and then stuck the entire length of my 7 inch cock down her throat. This caused her to gag a little. I grabbed her pony tail and forced her head down again caused her to really up heave. “Oh I’m sorry Mrs. Gray; I didn’t mean t…..”She interupped me “Shut up and keep fucking my face make me gag I don’t care I need your cock.” She said gasping for air. “Okay” I shrugged my shoulder and grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her face hard.
Tears started to build up in her eyes, I felt a little bad, but horny at the same time. I’m not into the torture or sadist thing, but she seemed to be loving every moment of it. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and a long string of saliva was attached to my cock and her mouth. “Oh my God! You have such a beautiful young cock. Please fuck me with it sir.” She asked. “Okay stand up and put you one leg on the toilet, and pull those beautiful tits out.” I told her and she obeyed. I grabbed my cock and it was still dripping from her wonderful blowjob, and she must have been very turned on because her pussy was soaking wet. I plunged my cock hard into her, and she yelled out in pleasure. “Ohhh please sir make me scream!” She said looking back.
I grabbed her pony tail and pulled her hard back into my cock and she moaned even louder. I pounded away at her for a good while. I slapped her ass to the point where you could see several red hand prints on her milky white ass cheeks. “You love it when I slap your ass don’t you my slut?” I asked pulled her hair back even more. “Yeessaaa sir.” She said gasping for breath. “Holyyly fuckkk I’m cuming!” she screamed and I pounded away at her even harder and made her buck again in pleasure.
I pulled my cock out of her dripping pussy and grabbed her waist and she shuffled over to the sink where I put her ass down. I pulled her pants off over one foot and brought the free leg up over my shoulder so I had a great view of her mature pussy. I rammed by cock into it hard and pounded away. Mrs. Gray said no words she just gasped after every thrust. “Oh baby! I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot my load deep into your pussy.” I told her. She just looked up at me and nodded her head.
I thrusted a few more times and came a lot. I was happy that I didn’t jerk off this morning in the shower because I gave her one of my biggest loads ever. Even after I was done I kept fucking her until my dick went limp enough to fall out of her pussy. I put her leg back down grabbed some paper towels and wiped my dick off. “What time does your husband come home Mrs. Gray?” I asked her. “When you just get done fucking me Brandon you can call me Heather, and I’m not sure he works late some nights and I’m never sure when he’ll be home.” She said still standing with her pants around her one leg, her butt resting against the counter and her hands holder her up.
“Well then! Tonight around 6 o’clock. I want you over my house and well have dinner and maybe watch a movie and we’ll see what happens from there.” I told her. “Aww that sounds sweet baby. It’s a date!” she said still catcher her breath. “Good. Were something sexy maybe if you have a corset or something with a nice dress would be great!” I told her. “Yes sir.” She said with a smile. “No more of this sir shit either. I mean I know you want someone to take control, but I don’t like to be called that. You and I both know I now own your pussy” I said grabbing her crotch making her jump a little. “So I don’t think we need to say “sir” unless I’m fucking you. Got it?” I asked her. “Yes Brandon I do.” She answered. “Good now get yourself together and we’ll have a fun night tonight sexy.” I told her with a soft kiss on her lips. She gave me a wink and smile and then I left the room.
I didn’t see her the rest of the time, but I did finishing shopping for the rest of the week and especially tonight. I couldn’t wait for tonight to show her how a real man treats a woman. It just occurred to me that I have no idea how old she is or anything. I remember her telling me she could be my older sister, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. Either way I would try to find all that out tonight over dinner, movie, and fucking. I couldn’t wait to see what she wore over tonight, and then a feeling came over me that I wasn’t sure was good or bad. I think I might be falling in love with my neighbor.
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This is a fantasy based on the hindi film Mardaani, starring Rani Mukherjee. I have used the basic characters from the film. However, I have kept the name of the cop as Rani Mukherjee for better visualisation purpose.
Photographer for the day ends up getting much more then he bargained for
Victoria fucks her handsome uncle, Lucas.
In our last chapter, Julius and Isabel help root out two evil Dukes bent on the overthrow of King Patrick. Their marriage and coronation bring about many joyful events for the citizens of New Cowan; their blessing seems to bless the kingdom and its citizens.
During the first months after my coronation as Prince, I acted as Duke for both Camarillo and Bethany, dividing my time between the two cities. Bethany was in far worse shape than Camarillo and Isabel and I spent far more time there. Jeremiah was still waiting his appointment, but the people Camarillo knew and respected him. Even before his appointment was secure, the people there came to see him as their Duke.
Actually, I learned much from Jeremiah, by allowing him to govern Camarillo in my absence. Occasionally there was things I had to sign off on, but I found I respected him more for some of the difficult decisions he made.
Bethany required that I changed nearly all the guards, their sergeants and officers. Most of the former Duke’s court was corrupt. They are none I can trust in that court. Therefore, I called on Captain Michael for his assistance. We left his wife and daughters in New Cowan they stayed in the palace near the rooms Isabel and I shared when there. Father visited often, occasionally bringing Jeremiah and Mom with him. When they did, I would seek their counsel. Jeremiah really impressed Dad and myself. After three months, Jeremiah’s appointment secured, and Britney went to a young Duke.
He brought his own Captain of the guard a middle-aged man, a weapons master and a longtime family friend. The young Duke named Michael Patrick Cowan, a very distant cousin, although a little arrogant, I felt he had a decent character.
After a little coaching by both father and myself, he seemed to calm down. I even managed to ease his arrogance. I finally convinced him that his position was not a privilege but a responsibility. I explained to him that I expected him to serve the people of his duchy, not the other way around. His responsibility is to their welfare, not them to his privilege. Father smiled as I finally told my cousin, “You are to govern with their welfare in mind, when your people prosper you are successful as a man, and a Duke. Our job as royalty is to ensure the well-being of our people. You need not be submissive to them, but be mindful all your decisions should be for the greater good, of your city, your duchy, and the kingdom.”
Father turns to Michael and says, “That is very good advice, my father had nearly the same words for me. Follow them well, if you do your people will love you.”
Isabel and I begin training with Master Justin and our guard before our son is born. We found out because of my connection to Isabel she could learn spells that I knew quite easily. Isabel made journeyman wizard very quickly because of that. I quickly proceeded to wizard, after mastering a few more spells. With the experience of late, and the power boost Isabel grants me Justin feels I deserve the title. With Isabel’s added strength, I soon mastered many advanced enchantments, along with many offensive spells. The same holds true for her. By the time our son was born, the kingdom has begun to settle down.
At least in private I finally got my guards not to go to their knee whenever I approach. They still insist on bowing, and I have taken to return their bows, they prove their respect, loyalty and bravery. Captain Michael joined my guards, his wife helps Isabel, and of course, after we found his two daughters have magic. They needed to train with a wizard, namely me, and Justin.
I was correct, father did love Isabel’s dowry, the carpets she created for his couriers proved more than valuable. When the couriers begin to carry mail, Morgan clan proved more loyal than any spy network, and more reliable. They helped us greatly in rooting out the evil that had nearly taken over our father’s kingdom.
It is now late summer, and our son is eighteen months old, walking and getting into everything. He is talking, and quite curious.
We are getting him ready for bed, which seems to be getting more difficult. Our boy asks, “Daddy why do I gotta go to bed now?”
Smiling I say, “Patrick, you need your sleep so you can grow up strong.”
Isabel says, “Son, your Dad and I need our rest too. It will be dark soon. Now lay down and go to sleep.” As Patrick lays his head down, Isabel gently caresses his back as she had since he was born. Little Patrick immediately relaxes, only a few minutes of his mother’s gentle caresses has our son asleep. Isabel lightly lifts her hand from our sons back and whispers “I love you baby.”
Little Patrick smiles in his sleep before murmuring, “love Mommy.” We quietly leave his room.
Our own bedchambers are just a little down the hall, something Isabel insisted on having. Outside of Patrick’s door his nurse smiles as we pass. We give her a nod, and she whispers “Good night.”
We return her good night, as we move on to our bedchambers. We check our room. On occasion one of the children of the servants, or the palace guards has hidden in our room to see the glow. Isabel does have a modest streak, is not that she does not mind showing the glow off. She just does not want to show her body off. We learned to do that before removing our clothing. Occasionally one of these children were hurt and afraid to tell their parents.
Isabel would usually care for these children as if they were her own. Always finding out how they were injured, so far three have fallen from a tree and one broke his arm, most of the time we get a bump, bruise or scrape. Occasionally, one of the parents actually bring the child to us. Isabel or I would never turn a child away or a desperate parent.
If we find a child hidden and injured in our room and after the goddess would heal them, Isabel and I usually carry the child back to their parents. Usually to frantic parents searching for their child. Occasionally a parent come to the gates begging assistance, we gave orders to the guards to summon us no matter the hour. Some things cannot wait, and injured child should never be one of those things to wait.
The goddess seems to smile on us. Perhaps that is why the healing still worked, for both child and adult alike. Perhaps because we took no credit for what the gods do, after all we are only messengers.
Finding our room empty, I place our normal ward spells, one on the outer door, and the balcony to wake us. Second on the balcony alone, that would paralyze anyone not allowed in the castle.
Isabel has a mischievous look as she waves her hands our clothing disappears, and reappears in the hamper. She is laying on her back and she spreads her lovely legs. Her flower opens and she gently plays with yourself, her soft aroma excites me and I go straight for what my wife wants me to do. I kiss from her knees to her labia, and then gently licked along the outside of her opened flower. I tease Isabel holding her hips not allowed her to move to direct my tongue too quickly. I want her to build up to her orgasm. Isabel is still learning to give me enough time at our little game. My wife can be impatient when it comes to my affections.
When she struggles too much, I simply kiss down her other thigh stopping at her knee. I slowly kiss back up to her labia. Isabel gets the message and runs her fingers through my hair. I gently lick her labia teasing the folds with my tongue until they extend fully. Now the little knob standing on his short stem throbs with her heartbeat.
Isabel utters, “For the love of the goddess stop teas…” Isabel loses her voice as my mouth wraps around that small knob that is her clitoris. My tongue teases it as my lips hold it hostage. The room floods with light as we glow brightly. I release Isabel’s hips and immediately she thrusts her clitoris into my mouth, my hands slight up her body, and squeeze her breast before my thumb and finger find her nipple. I tweak her nipples, a light pinch and pull starts Isabel screams of euphoria.
I release her clitoris to lick and lap her nectar, my tongue darts into her tight opening allowing the nectar to flow into my mouth. I taste her flower its nectar and it drives my lust. I lick and suck enjoying her nectar as it flows. Soon her quaking stops, but I again attacked the stem and before long, a second wave of bliss washes over Isabel. At the end of this orgasm, I can no longer deny my pleasure.
I lift up and reposition myself. My manhood begins to slide into her as her arms are going wide begging me to come to her. As I slide in, I lean forward, Isabel takes me into her arms, and we kiss as our bodies join. A fast rhythm brings Isabel to climax in only moments, I hold still to write out the waves of bliss that flow-through Isabel. Holding myself as deeply as I can, grinding against her to heighten her pleasure.
Her breathing is still heavy and deep as I begin long slow strokes, never allowing Isabel fully come down from her euphoria. She smiles into my face in with heavy breath she says, “It is going to be one of those nights, when you drive me crazy with love.”
Returning her smile I say, “It is.”
Once I am no longer close to my own orgasm, I began moving faster to find that rhythm Isabel loves. Isabel shutters kicks in the air as she raises her legs. Only a few more minutes at that pace and Isabel is again in heaven, her eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm becomes very strong. I slow my rhythm, or hold still as I come close to my own, never allowing myself to go over the edge until Isabel has had least half a dozen orgasms. As Isabel is approaching her sixth I keep going fucking her fast and deep. I feel my own coming and I pray Isabel reaches hers first. We are both moving into our point of no return Isabel’s legs wrapped around my waist and she uses her legs to pull into every thrust I make. Isabel is not going to allow me to continue any longer without taking pleasure myself. My mind screams, (I am Cumming).
Isabel’s mind echoes, (I am Cumming).
Isabel shutters hard, she gushes fluid as she pulls tight to me. I push is deep as I can as my balls push forth my seed and what feels like a solid stream, time seems to slow and what could not be more than moments seems like an hour as we are in a constant state of bliss.
We kiss each other between gasping for breath. Once our breathing has returned we look into each other’s faces, loving the glow that surrounds us, we laugh much as we had nearly every time Isabel and I have made love. I roll Isabel onto my chest and stroke her hair in the warm night air. Exhausted yet so satisfied we fall asleep.
The next morning after breakfast, Isabel and I join father as he reads to little Patrick, when his steward interrupts us with a message. Word has arrived by courier that Raiders are threatening the coast again. Several small fishing villages now found in ruins. They learn to stay away from the major cities; they tend to hit the fishing villages, possibly moving inland up to a day’s walk to catch those fleeing. Father reluctantly is going to send Isabel and me; however, he does insist we leave his grandson with him.
We take our guard, and a new carpet we have created. It is a light blue, once we lift high in the sky it seems to disappear. We can travel unseen by day or night, catching the Raiders by surprise. Isabel and I both have learned the spell of invisibility. Isabel and I with our guard can infiltrate a ship and determine if it is a slave raider without anyone on the ship knowing.
That is a handy thing to do considering, if we attack a different kingdoms ship, and cannot prove that it is a slave ship in our waters, it could mean war something I would prefer to keep our kingdom out of if possible. It is one thing for a wizard to do that, but the Prince to attack another kingdom’s ship unprovoked, and without proof of it being a slave ship that is taking our citizens would be an act of war.
Father sent diplomats to the known kingdoms to deal with the political ramifications, most of these kingdoms would not wish to go to war over a renegade Captain taking our citizens. Some of these kingdoms have already abolished slavery as we did a decade earlier. Although they still have a problem with an underground slave market like our own, that we have been working on abolishing.
We had more than one Duke suspected of allowing slavery to go on in their duchy, with enough evidence we charged two. A few Dukes suspiciously ran taking their treasury. Bandits and Raiders alike went after those Dukes, if the Raiders captured them first we never heard from them again. If the bandits catch them, more often than not only the bodies found.
If they are enslaved, held prisoner on a ship headed for the slave market, after taking their own citizens, father and many others feel it apt punishment. However, Isabel and I would see them come to trial, and if treason found, that charge removed their royalty, and that of their family. Only two Dukes, other than you had Duke Egger, had suffered that fate, hopefully no more. Duke Egger was the main source of the corruption within the kingdom. Now without his influence many of the other Dukes have again sworn allegiance to father.
Having Jeremiah as a Duke, and leader of house Morgan has given my father a great advantage. House Morgan merchants have traveled freely among the duchies for decades; they have many friends in each of those duchies. House Morgan now stationed in Camarillo, they use the carpets and crates and have set up many shops permanently in many of the duchies. Word of disappearances or other strange occurrences find their way back to Jeremiah quickly.
One of the magical items Isabel created was a set of communication mirrors; she gave one to her father and the other to her father-in-law. Talks can happen between the two with no one other than the two knowing. One of those talks has Isabel and I headed towards Camarillo, the island off the coast has smoke rising for the last two days.
It may be nothing, possibly someone ship wrecked, or the Raiders use the island to stage their attacks. Whichever is occurring, Isabel and I will find the truth.
Lifting off on our carpet, we carry a smaller chest. This one has enough room for the suits of armor, weapons, even settles if needed. Our guards are enjoying the ride as we had directly towards the coast before skirting it down looking for Raiders. It takes a little longer than going direct to Camarillo, but our mission is to find Raiders and they will not be in land anywhere near that route.
We only have to check out two ships, they proved to be normal merchantmen and carry no slaves. We have approached near where the island is located, now we head out to sea. Approaching the island, we see two ships anchored. Many people on shore, even from the height we are at we can see the slave pens. There are two richly fashioned tents, and I wonder if that is some of the escape Dukes.
A smaller single massed cargo ship known as a cog is sailing towards the island. Either bringing more slaves or restocking the slave ships for their return to their kingdom. We circle around getting a good look. We make a count of the Raiders and the number of slaves. We remain watchful to determine exactly what the cog is carrying.
We watch the cargo off load from the cog, mostly food, along with water barrels. The ships must be preparing to leave. We come up with a plan, will do some damage tonight. When we are ready, a larger assault force take on the nearly a hundred and fifty Raiders, as a smaller group rescues the slaves.
We leave well before nightfall, and the tides are wrong for them to leave before dawn tomorrow. I doubt they will have the cargo stored away on the larger ships before then. I do want to find out, who is supplying them, consider the cog flew a Bethany flag. That does not really mean anything, the Raiders often use local flags, and it could be a captured ship. They have use that tactic in the past.
We quickly speed away to Camarillo. I would have to talk with my father-in-law, and asked to use the mirror to speak to father. We speak with several merchants that sell food, and ask about the cog from Bethany. Isabel is very persuasive, using her beauty the merchant will say anything to keep her talking to them, and she acts as if she is browsing their goods, as she chats with them. Apparently this is not the first time that crew has shown up in a new ship, and purchase similar supplies. About once a year this occurs.
Having found out what we could, we head to the keep to share our information, and our plan. The first thing I want to do is damage the larger ships, leaving them marooned for a time. The weather this time of year should play into hand; there is many a foggy night. I can always help that along a little, it is an easy spell to do to make the air a little cooler that should cause fog to rise.
As I speak to father, I tell of the two ships and a slave pens holding nearly a hundred of our people. We describe the plan and the troops we will need to make it possible. Isabel and I had created several large carpets, and we can land an equal amount of men before dawn, if they leave New Cowan tonight. Jeremiah has volunteered a third of the city guard, for the attack, we should easily outnumber them, with the element of surprise on our side; the victory should be very quick and one-sided.
Father agrees, and will be leaving within an hour with the necessary troops, as a diversion he will head first North then out of sight of the city turn to Camarillo.
Now it is up to me to make it an impossibility for the two ships to leave earlier, perhaps a swell lifting the ships from their anchorage, even to the point of beaching them. Where they are at that would be possible, and without a mage to sense the presence of magic. They would believe it would be an unfortunate but natural event.
We fly back out to sea, over the horizon and find the ships much as we left them. The sailors are stocking the ships, probably going to spend one more night here before leaving. Their makeshift dock consisting of rocks covered with planks is barely above water during low tide. They do not seem to be in any great hurry, so we wait for the tide to rise slightly.
Just before dark, some of the Raiders begin pulling females from the slave pens. Apparently, the cog had brought rum too, and the Raiders are celebrating their good fortune. Knowing what is about to happen, Isabel and I look at each other and know we will not allow it to occur. I asked Bill, “You think you can put a flaming arrow into their rum barrel.”
I can see the look of hate for the Raiders on his face as he shakes his head yes. Bill says, “Set me down on the island I will kill as many of those bastards as I can.”
With a voice of cold steel I say, “You are not doing this alone Bill, their rum exploding is just to get their attention while we slip in and end a few rapist lives. I will cause fog to rise. We stay together, move quietly and quickly. Our target is to kill as many of the Raiders as we can, without raising an alarm. We will start on the edge, work our way around it moving deeper slowly, the rich looking tents we save for last.”
Michael points out, “We should only hit the rum if an alarm is raised. That will take their attention away from the ones in the camp, or at least prevent the entire camp coming to the aid of whoever called the alarm.”
I shake my head yes and look at Bill and say, “Could you keep track of where the barrel is as we move around in the camp?”
Bill smiles and says “Yes.”
Be quickly dress in the armor I had made for just such an occasion, the armor constructed from black drake leather, with star silver material backing the leather. Certain areas are padded, or the leather doubled, all of it has been enchanted with stealth spells, and strength and vitality except for the two mage suits that Isabel and I wear. The two mage armors give us stealth and protection against magic.
Bill gathers to quivers of arrows, one that specially made arrows that flame on contact burning white-hot. The other a simple set of normal arrows although excellently made, they fly true and for a very long distance. Picking the best spot to begin our infiltration, we land silently hidden from view by several large trees, and begin making our way to the camp.
They only have a few guards, one on the inland side of the slave pens, a second and third on either side. On the beach, a bonfire burns the barrels of rum sets on a table near it and inside the light of the bonfire. It would be a simple matter for Bill and myself to kill all the Raiders around the bonfire. The only problem is now that were closer one of the enslaved females is being held there.
We slip into the camp, there is a tent and two of the Raiders are within they are pushing around a young woman; they toy with her like two cats play with a mouse. They are so preoccupied with her; they do not even realize we stepped into the tent. They ripped at her clothing as they push her back and forth in a sick game.
Ruth silently moves to one, as Ben moves to the other the two stab into the necks up into their brains as the two Raiders fall, the girl screams again but that is not out of the ordinary for this camp. Once she realize we are here to help, she goes silent. I whisper to her, “Long as we’re not discovered we may be able to free most of the captives.” She looks down at the two men who still jerk before pulling a knife from one of their belts. She stabs them both once each. Now that they move no more she shakes her head and heads for the door. Ruth falls in beside her.
In the next tent a single man is with a girl, he is taking his time removing her clothing, silently Ruth moves up behind him, her dagger comes in under his chin and back to his brain stem, and his mouth opens with a scream that makes no sound. His body limply falls to the floor and the two girls hug each other. I tell them, “Stay here kill any raider who comes to the door. We will be back soon so watch for us. If you hear an alarm, run.” The two pull weapons from the dead body, then nod their heads.
We seem to repeat that numerous times, within half an hour we have killed more than forty pirates and still have managed not to raise the alarm. Now close to where the rum is I whisper a spell to increase the potency of the rum, its alcohol content doubles without changing the taste. There is a dozen or so drinking, their pushing a nude girl around, laughing at her as she attempts to get away.
I have to pull Ruth and Isabel away, pointing out to the next row tents, and telling them more girls are inside, will come back for that one is quick as we can. I hate to leave myself; I know that eventually one of the Raiders will do more than just push her around. I hope that with the alcohol, they will soon be too drunk to stand, and the girl may get away.
The next row of tents went very similar to the first, only one girl was too hysterical and I forced to put her to sleep to prevent her from running and raising the alarm. We quickly move through the other tents, killing as many as three Raiders at a time. By the time we work our way back to the bonfire only two Raiders are on their feet, the rest are so drunk that they may not even recover.
I know there is a least a dozen Raiders on each of the ships, and who knows how many captives held onboard already. The only thing left are the two large richly decorated tents, and from the sound of it, there is at least one girl in each. Of all the Raiders we counted earlier, we must have killed close to three fourths. We move into the first tent, two guards are outside the door, fortunately both are pointing in opposite directions, with the fog they cannot see very far. The camp now is more or less silent and the guards look nervous. Ruth and Ben move silently and kill the two guards without each crying out. Bill slides inside first with an arrow notched, Ruth moves behind him. I only hear a momentary rustling and a body falling, followed by a girl screaming.
I step in and cast a sleep spell on the screaming girl. We stepped back out just in time to catch the guards coming around, Isabel move so quickly catches one of the guards with her short sword, she pushes it so hard it comes out the top of his helmet as he falls. The second has an arrow through his mouth as he began to call out.
As far as we know, there is only five living guards, along with whoever is in the last of the large tents.
With no guards at the door, we move in silently instead of killing the man who I recognize I cast a paralyzing spell. His body freezes, as Martin and Samuel pull him away roughly. The two big man have guarded our backs this entire time, the girl under the child of the traitor, is dead. I will see him hang tomorrow for her death.
Martin and Samuel once they see the girl is dead; they break several of his bones as they kick his paralyzed body. Paralyzed does not mean unfeeling, he feels each bone as it breaks although he is unable to scream. The look of terror and his eyes, he probably earned a hundred fold.
Getting the two big men’s attention I say, “When we finish, you too can come back and have all the fun you want. I will even remove the paralyzing spell so you can hear him scream. We have a few more guards to kill before we release the captives.”
I point to Bill, the one inland of the slave pins, Ruth and Ben the far side, then Martin and Samuel the near side, then moved to the docks, I think we can get those Raiders by the bonfire. Isabel turned and begin moving, and I had to hurry to catch up. They were not very quiet about killing the three guards by the pins, and they screamed for minutes drawing the drunken once from their cruel game by the bonfire.
The lightning that Isabel called forth struck one traveling through him and struck the one behind. Both men glows for an instant before disappearing leaving red marks on the ground where they stood.
Only one other struggles to his feet, the girl laid crying in a ball trying to protect herself from the man. Fortunately, they have gotten too drunk to take advantage of her. The one who made it to his feet, all the anger at what I see comes forth, and a red line of energy rips him apart. The alarm is being sound from the ships. The girls that we have freed move, they run away from the alarm, as our companions rejoin us. Bill fires arrows, as the gangplank become crowded behind the men who fall into the water with an arrow protruding from their chest. Isabel and I both bring forth lightning it flies straight down the gangplank as raider after raider turns into brilliant light leaving only boiling water where they had stood.
Finally, one of the Captains holding a young girl with his knife to her throat starts to shout, only to feel my paralyzing spell freeze his muscles. The other ship captain stepping onto the bridge shouts orders only to find an arrow in his chest. There is no one left to take his orders anyway.
Orbs of light come into existence, as our troops dissent from the heights of the island. Only four guards remain, and they quickly sink to their knees giving no resistance in hopes of staying alive. The ships searched and we find forty young men chained below deck. We take the ships logs, and any records we can find. We will go through them and discover what kingdom was there heading, I will see to it that that kingdom gets a word on what will occur to all Raiders sent to Cowan.
I finally go back to the son of the traitor; we search his tent after I release him from my paralyzing spell. Martin and Samuel toy with the man, they threatened to kill him as he had the girl, except it will be a stallion taken its pleasure with him. He begs and pleads, but they asked if he has the power to bring the girl back, when he shakes his head no. Bill says, “Then your fate is sealed by your actions.”
Father arrives, and I still go to my knee in his presence, along with all in the tent. He looks at me and says, “You were supposed to wait until we arrived.”
Isabel speaks first, “They were raping the women my King. I could not stand by.”
Turning to Isabel the King says, “My lady Isabel I can understand. Nevertheless, you could left more for us to do.”
Looking at me he says, “I should be angry; you risk your life and my daughter’s life. However, you are your father’s son, and I could not stood by either. Next time remember that before you make a plan.”
I say, “The next time these Raiders land on this island they will find us waiting for them. We will bring in a fleet and surround them they will surrender or die.”
Dad chuckles, “That sounds like a much better plan, no hostages for them to barter with.”
I say, “It would not surprise me that their homeport orders five ships next year, they will not know what occurred to these two until then. Unless we have a spy from Izmira, both ships came from that port. They gathered just enough slaves so as not to raise too much concern from anyone Duchy. However, if you think about how many years they have been at this. The last decade, we have probably lost ten thousand of our citizens to Izmira.”
“That weakens our kingdom; it would not surprise me if it were a prelude to their invasion. Our people taken to their shores, their labor allows Izmira to build a large army. When they come back, we should bring the full force of every magic user in the kingdom against them. Save only one, for him to bring word back on their destruction.”
Dad in a serious tone asks, “Have you glimpsed this in the future?”
I turned to the blubbing son of a traitor and say, “Tell him, and I will let your death be quick, if not you will suffer many, many days.”
His eyes widened knowing I am not bluffing. He starts by nodding his head yes without a word, I say “Out loud, so all may hear your treachery.”
Through his sobs he says, “Yes, half of all the treasure was going to go to them. I am to be the new King when you and your brat are dead.”
Anger is in the King’s eyes and he says, “By the right of my forefathers I sentence him to death, do any disagree?”
All in the tent say, “No sire.”
I say, “Get a rope and hang him far outside the camp. What Isabel and I will do next is not for him.”
My father chuckles and says, “We would not have the goddess heal him only for him to strangle again.”
Turning to my father I ask, “Could we bring all the prisoners into one spot, even the dead. My heart tells me that needs to be done.”
My father nods his head yes before he orders, “Make it so, bring all the injured and all the dead back to the outside of the slave pens. Do it before dawn.”
Isabel and I leave this tent, it is then that Isabel collapses against me. The harshness of this camp have finally sunk in and she needs her emotional release as tears run down her face. I hold her close and wish I had never brought her to this place. If I could, I would go back in time and meet these two ships before they made landfall and destroyed each, before they took a single prisoner.
Perhaps the gods heard me, because in the next instant Isabel and I stood alone without any thing around, it was early morning and out to see two ships are at full sail. They are the same anchored here moments ago, or a month from now. This is when they begin their raids, Isabel and I can prevent all the death and destruction they cause.
Isabel backs away, confused she asks, “What just happened? Where is the camp?”
“It is yet to be set up, the gods have given us a chance to prevent that terrible night and all that happened to our countrymen at the Raiders hands.”
Isabel turned seeing the ships and says, “Give them to the sea, they deserved no better.”
I call the carpet; somehow, I knew it would be with us. Isabel and I move on to it. We rise in the air and speed away toward the ships. I reach out and since if any innocence are on the ships, all I feel is evil, I nearly sickened by it. Isabel and I both prepare lightning bolts; the amount of energy in them is staggering. Each would have turned the Drake to dust in less than a second. We passed between the ships so quickly the sailors aboard barely turn in time to see the lightning bolts flash out into the sides of the other ship. As the bolts lightning strikes planking explodes leaving huge gaping holes at the waterlines of both ships.
Water pours into the ships and they list towards each other, their mass slamming into each other breaking apart as they do. I draw forth the ships logs, and their orders. Their orders are together a hundred and twenty slaves before they return, eighty female, the remainder male. The order is signed by, the Duke of Izmira. Now with the evidence of the Dukes complicity I think a diplomatic mission may be in order.
Even as the ships begin to sink, their crew ready crossbows and aim toward us. Our goal is not just to sink the ships, but to destroy their evil crew. The carpet veers wildly, and we change altitude rapidly, crossbow bolts fly pass harmlessly. Isabel and I have two fireballs ready, and we both strike the ships simultaneously. The concussion from the fireballs is so strong it nearly knocks us off our feet on the carpet. Sailors not caught within the fireballs tossed into the sea, and two gigantic holes are in the deck where the fireball struck, fires burn over most of the deck. The remainder of the crews dive into the water.
As the ships sink below the surface, Isabel and I fly back towards the island, in the light of day we see the cog making landfall. Out of the water walks the son of the traitor, the man who would deal with those wretched men that would have brought death, destruction, and slavery to so many of our citizens.
Isabel is so angry I can see her shake as a young girl pulled behind him. He killed the same girl only a month later, after the Gods knows how much torture he put her through in that time. Judging from her demeanor it does not look as if it has begun yet; fire is still in her eyes.
There is only four seamen aboard that ship. Helmsman, and three to work the rigging, it is a small ship, and four men in mild weather could easily handle the ship. However, it is possible there will be more below deck.
There is only one were truly interested in, although I will take the rest prisoner, perhaps they know something useful.
Isabel readies a lightning bolt. I warn, “See the rope it may hurt the girl if you cast it onto him.” Isabel drops her spell, as we approach. He turns and pulls a dagger. Before he can pull the girl to him, I paralyze the son of the traitor. He once was the crowned Prince but lost that title as the treachery of his father discovered, and his family nobility stripped away.
Landing a few feet away, I asked the girl, “Has he hurt you yet? I mean, are you uninjured?”
The girl kicks him, he topples over unable to adjust his balance, and the force of the kick sent him to the ground. Isabel giggles, and the girl turns to us. “He has not hurt me yet. Who may I say is my rescuers?”
I smile and say, “I am Julius, and this is my wife Isabel.”
The sailors charge us splashing through the water, which is a great mistake on their part, before they can make the shore Isabel and I cast two lightning bolts that leave only boiling water where the first two stood, the next sailor thrown back into the side of the ship. The helmsman dies as he lifts a crossbow. A fireball ends his life and sets the ship on fire.
I shake my head, “Such a waste they could have lived if only they would obey the laws of the kingdom.”
The girl sink to her knee, head bowed, her voice shakes as she says, “My pardon Prince Julius, Princess Isabel. I did not know you.”
Isabel giggles, realizing we just changed her history, present or future, it is hard to figure out these things. Isabel says, “Of course, you did not know us, or us you. If you did, you would know that we do not take offense and such matters. Please rise.”
I echo my wife, “Please rise, we took no offense.” I step forward and cut the ropes binding her to him.
Returning my dagger, we are again standing before my father in the light from spells. The gathered captives seem to shimmer in the dim light before they vanish. Even the dead on the ground are gone. The young woman stands in front of us and even in the near darkness; we see her face go pale. In place where the captives stood, now eleven sailors stand bound.
My father asked, “What just happened? You were gone for an instant.”
“I do not think we need to worry about the injured. The gods sent Isabel and me back in time. We faced the Raiders before they arrived. Sinking both ships and killing most of the crew.” Dad shakes his head as many do. It is as if they are trying to clear the cobwebs from their thoughts.
The girl asks, “Why did I not vanish like the others?”
Isabel steps close to her, wrapping an arm around her waist she says, “We changed your past, the path you had before you could not travel, the gods must have sent you with us back to the present.”
Dad looking into her face says, “Oh, oh my Gods. Are you the daughter of the Duke of Edmonton?”
Realizing who addressed her, she sinks to her knee once again. Shyly she says, “My pardon sire, yes I am.”
I look around quickly for the son of the traitor; I spot him still swinging from the tree limb where he hangs. I guess the gods did not see fit to change his destiny. Dad taken a deep breath and says, “I think the gods wanted you to still live. Earlier tonight I swear I saw your body, but here you stand unharmed.”
The girl stammers, “How, how, how can that be?”
I say, “It is a privilege of the gods. Do not dwell on it. It will only make your head hurt.”
Dad chuckles and pulls the girl up giving her a hug. The girls a little more than shocked by my father’s action. After he releases the girl he says, “Think the gods for their kindness. I would not want to tell your father that his daughter is anything other than safe and unharmed. Your father was, and I hope still is, a friend. What is your name child?”
Isabel says, “She is no child, she cannot be more than a year younger than I.”
The girl gives Isabel a smile and says, “Sire my name is Carissa Hope Cowan, daughter to the Duke of Edmonton.” Taking a half step back, she curtsies to my father, and he gives her a bow in return.
One of my father’s Knights chuckles and says, “Now the father takes lessons from the son.”
My father turns to him and chuckles, “It is well that I should, he recognizes loyalty and praises it higher than one’s blood, my old friend. If I had you would had your own city long ago.”
The Knight goes to his knee removing his helmet he looks into my father’s eyes and says, “I love you as a brother, but please do not make me a royal. I love the life I have.”
My father teases and says, “Get up before you scuff your armor, my friend your squire works too hard at keeping it polished. If you do not wish it, you need not worry.”
The Knight retakes his feet, he and my father began to laugh warmly, and all but the eleven prisoners join in.
In the morning, we show my father the shipwrecks out to see nearly five miles. The clear water allows us to see the ships over fifty feet below the surface. Only my father, the Knight from earlier, Isabel, Captain Michael and I are on the carpet. Even from this height, we can see the massive holes Isabel and I blasted into the ships.
The Knight shaking his head says, “Prince and Princess I am so glad you are on our side.”
My father chuckles, “So am I.”
Isabel smiles, she and I both sense the treasure hidden within the ships. She begins a gathering spell, and the treasure floats up into the air landing in a large pile on the back of the carpet. Apparently, they were going to do more than just gather slaves. Perhaps they wish to purchase star silver weapons, or armor. The amount of treasure Isabel has brought up would suggest it was something quite expensive. Perhaps that is the cover, to ships carrying large amount of treasure, mostly gold, to purchase very expensive materials.
Father had seen the order, knows these are no merchant ships. He too, wonders why they are so much treasure aboard slave ships. Perhaps they have already taken slaves back and had not time to divide the treasure. They could have been paying the son of the traitor to hire mercenaries as the initial strike on our kingdom. It could be hundreds of reasons, but it matters not, their plans will never come to fruition.
We rejoin the main body of troops, father retaking his normal carpet. My guard rejoins us, along with Jeremiah and Lady Carissa. We fly to the courtyard of my father-in-law’s keep and my father joins us. We send the troops off to procure their breakfast, after handing them five gold pieces each, nearly a tenth of the pile of gold coins taken up by our generosity. The remainder will go into the treasuries of the kingdom and Camarillo.
The eleven surviving Raiders taken to the dungeons and will be questioned, before they are tried or returned back to their homeport. Any officers most likely will receive death penalties, but the general seamen; most likely, we will sell back to their homeport.
Jeremiah is the nearest Duke to the island, so it should fall under his territory, with Raiders using it as a staging area it would do us well to fortify it. I believe we should build a small keep on the island, with fifty or so soldiers, and a mage. They can warn of any ship approaching, especially those flying the flag of Izmira.
We will get an architect, someone accustomed to designing defenses and keeps, have them design the plants for us to build. Isabel and I have found some spells that we wish to experiment with magical construction. This island sounds like the perfect area. First it is deserted, second the fortress need to be done before the next raids of the spring season.
The Raiders seem to come in either the spring, or early summer usually only once a year, for perhaps a month or slightly longer. Now we see a pattern, they use trade winds the only blow toward us during the spring, during late summer the trade winds change directions. They need somewhere to wait for favorable winds. Building a fortress on this island would deny them that, it may not stop the raids altogether, but it definitely will make their life harder.
Tomorrow morning we will leave with Lady Carissa traveling to Edmonton, and return her to her father. I wonder why we have not received word about her disappearance, considering it was a month ago. At least two carriers have come and gone from Edmonton in that time. Her father should have sent word of her capture, and requested our assistance in her return.
After she was safe in the keep, Lady Carissa retreated into the chambers my father-in-law granted her. Her ordeal had taken far more from her than what we had realized. A priestess of Aphrodite called, to counsel Carissa and provide what comfort she could.
It was nearly an hour before the priestess exited the Lady Carissa’s room, Isabel and I walked the priestess out with Jeremiah at our site. I begin, “I understand what Lady Carissa said to you is confidential, I would not ask you to break her privacy. However, if you could suggest anything I can do to help I would be most appreciative.”
The priestess smiles and said, “For any other I would not even suggest anything. However, you are the chosen of the goddess; your help would be most appreciative. Lady Carissa fears her homecoming, she had not said so directly, but I can tell. Perhaps a delay of a week may have benefits to you and your father.”
Jeremiah smiles and says, “I would not mind houseguests, and perhaps the Lady Carissa would like to visit New Cowan, and a tour by carpet, that could easily take a week or possibly more.”
The priestess smiles and then says, “I will continue to visit as long as she is here. Perhaps in time she will share with us what she fears.”
Isabel and I stroll around the palace grounds, eventually find ourselves on the west wall, a tower there and we climb it to see the view of the city and the sea. Just on the edge of the horizon we can see green, at first rethink our eyes deceive us. Nevertheless, I realize we are very high, and when at this height on the carpet we can spot the island.
Of course, we cannot see it clearly it is a great distance away; however we can tell it is there. That gives me an idea, place a tower near the highest point on the island, either magical or using a fire to create light that can easily be seen from this tower. Station guards here to raise the alarm, we might need fewer troops on the island, at least not all the time. There is only a few months with favorable winds for the Raiders to arrive. Those months we should station more men, with the benefit of fortifications and mages perhaps only a couple hundred men in total, compared to the fifty we will leave there permanently.
A tower on the island should also be able to see further out to sea, like the tower here. With guards on the tower there to watch out to sea, we should have hours of warning, most likely enough time to send reinforcements, ships to intercept, and possibly carpets with crossbows, and mages.
The sun is getting lower in the sky, as we hear Isabel’s mother and father laugh as they climb the stairs. Isabel clears her throat getting their attention as they reach the top. Her mother giggles, “I see you found our spot. It is a great place to watch the sunset.”
Jeremiah says, “This is where I spotted the smoke, a few the prisoners have already began to talk. They say they hung that bastard for stealing food. They had been ship wrecked for a month without food, have eaten everything on the island they could find. Only in desperation did they light a signal fire.”
Isabel looking at her father for a moment turns to look back out to sea. Her voice is far away as she says, “Yesterday, I saw how bad our people are treated in slavery. I fear for all those who disappeared. The gods allowed us to go back in time. This one time we prevented the ships that carry the Raiders from coming to our lands. Hundreds of lives do not know the horror those Raiders carried with them. I wish I did not know.”
I pull my wife into my arms, as she begins to sob her mother and I tried to comfort her.
Her father says, “I too wish you never had learned such an evil exists, that man can do that to his own. I will do what I can to make sure it does not occur again. I have sent word to our people in Edmonton. I want them to find out what they can. Why would a Duke not want to find his daughter, why would he not asked the King for help to do so?”
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Edited from bestiality to an incest tale.
tammy’s 14 year old daughter Krista caught us fucking in the kitchen and soon was following her mom’s footsteps
RAW chat logs from IMvu
Part 4 of a series please read in order to get full story.
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I awoke that very early that morning in the hospital, lying uncomfortably next to my wife Rachel, still in her smock, fresh from delivering our two twin girls, Kristine and Katherine, into the world. The memories of the last day of chaos and shock all came back to me in their beauty and horror. I gazed at the seat in the room, seeing the duffle bag that my adulteress student who I’ve been giving ‘tutoring’ at her mother’s request had packed. My thoughts couldn’t stay away from the way I’d taken and defiled my marriage bed with her supple young body. I felt my boner, already hard from my dreams, just throb thinking about it again and it filled me once more with shame.
I hadn’t realized Rachel was already awake, but she laughed and reached a hand over to my groin and squeezed my morning wood. “Looks like someone is up?” Then she smiled up at me and I could literally feel her love for me. “I’m sorry I’ve not paid much attention to you these last few months. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I almost cried. “No. You’ve needed more attention than me.” The guilt of my cheating ways ripped at my heart. She just smiled and kissed me.
“I’m still really sore, down there, but this…” she indicated to an IV in her arm that I’d barely seen, “has some good stuff in it!” She chuckled then hugged me again. We hugged for a time until a nurse brought in some food for Rachel and some papers for us to sign. An hour later she had dressed and I walked while the nurse wheeled Rachel, sitting in a wheelchair due to hospital policy, came to the nursery.
We gazed in at the two little clear plastic cribs that held our girls, wrapped loosely in fluffy pink blankets. They were amazingly beautiful little wonders. We nearly cried again as we each were given one to hold as we prepared to head home. The nurses had given them formula late night, but were already hungry, and Rachel just acted naturally, and bulled her shirt up to offer them each a teat and nurse on, taking them both to her breasts. I wheeled her out to our car and after a bit of figuring out how to actually install the two car seats I’d bought last month in my car, we eventually got home.
Now we were hungry as well, so I made breakfast, which we ate in bed with the babies. The girls were ready for napping again, and we put them each in a extra large crib I’d pulled into the bedroom. It blocked up my whole side of the bed, but that didn’t matter to me in the least. Even though I knew it was going to be a rough couple of weeks without sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful little wonders.
We slept more, woken a few hours later by hungry babies, and I made lunch, and Rachel was still taking pain pills every few hours as well. The day seemed to repeat that process until that evening when the doorbell rang. As she’d promised my wife, Judy and her daughter Becky were here for dinner. We’d been so busy that I’d forgotten all about them coming over to fawn over our babies some more. Rachel was so please she nearly milked her shirt, and had to immediately get a baby latched to one of her full tits. I couldn’t help but look at Becky for an instant, realizing that even though she was young, her breasts were already bigger than my wife’s fully milk-laden ones which must have grown a cup size from the way they’d grown. My brain then gave me no choice but to imagine Becky’s breasts swollen with milk and grown even larger as well.
Realizing I was staring at Becky’s bosom for too long, I shook my head of adulterous thoughts and moved to the kitchen to cook for the party. I was cooking when I felt a hand squeeze my butt and whipped my head around, expecting to yell at Becky for touching me here, but lost my voice when I saw it was Judy instead. “Easy Tiger… Becky was right, you sure are on edge.” I couldn’t say anything, and just listened to her while I went back to cooking. “She said you were very rough yesterday.”
I looked at her trying to figure out how to apologize or explain, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “She wanted to say thank you and wished you were more forceful and took charge more often, but didn’t want to say anything here because of a promise she’d made to you. She knows you’re going to be busy for a while, and that even if it’s over between you two, she’s grateful for the time she had with you. That’s all, no strings attached.” Then she winked at me, turned and sauntered back to the living room to rejoin the baby shower.
I served dinner and actually enjoyed the meal. For once I didn’t feel like an adulterer any more, with Judy’s little talk. Becky and Judy were both pleasant and Rachel was radiantly happy. After the meal I cleaned the dishes and Rachel asked Becky to help me with so she could talk to Judy in private about ‘motherhood’ issues. She happily agreed and I washed, while she dried. It wasn’t sexual, or school related, and we both just talked about my babies non-stop. After we were done, we came back in and Rachel and Becky were whispering, but stopped as we entered, with wide grins on their faces. I guess they were talking about either me or Becky, but probably in relation to babies.
That’s when Judy said, “Well, tomorrow is still a school night for you young lady, so I think it’s time to head back home.”
“But Mom! It’s not even 8 o’clock!” Becky almost whined.
“Yes, but these two need some time alone…” She said with a knowing smile.
“Oh. Sorry. Congratulations again. Goodnight!” And smiling and skipping out, the two Whitmore girls left.
As soon as their car was out the yard I was surprised again, but this time by Rachel who, having just finished another feeding had gotten behind me and goosed my ass as well. I turned and kissed my playful wife and she looked like the cat that ate the canary as she pulled me by my hand into the bedroom.
Once there she kissed me deeply and said, “Now, you sir, deserve a reward for being the most patient and loving husband that a woman like me could want.” God she always turned me on, and after this many years really knew how to stroke my ego. I kissed her deeply and fully.
I hugged her deeply to me and after a moment broke it off with a little start as her nipples wetly pressed through her shirt and into my own shirt and chest. She laughed and said, “Sorry. I’m going to be milky for a while yet.”
I grinned and slyly said, “Good, then there will be plenty for me as well.” Then I pushed her back on the bed more roughly than I’d done in the better part of a year due to her pregnancy. She laughed and didn’t stop me from pushing up her braless shirt and gently cupping her two breasts. I massaged and gently squeezed watching them ooze a little milk. Rachel squirmed a little, but really began moaning when I lowered my head to her tit and licked up her thick creamy milk around the nipple. After it was clean I sucked in the teat and suckled, just as my daughters had, taking a nice long drink of her hot breast milk. After a few slurps I switched breasts and gave her sister the same treatment.
Rachel said with lust, “You have no idea how good that feels.” She reached down and put her hand on my groin, gripping my hardening member tightly. After a few more minutes on her tits she pushed me up and said, “It’s your turn now.” She undid my pants and adroitly pulled them free along with my underwear. She then grabbed my mostly hard cock and looked at it up close. “Did I ignore you too much?” She squeezed it making my head swell up more. “I guess so.” Then she kissed him on the head and began rubbing my base and shaft up and down.
It felt great to have my wife back after all these months of celibacy between us. And while I knew I could never tell her, she almost felt like the other woman after having taken Becky’s virginity a few weeks ago and since then been regularly fucking her brains out in our after school ‘study sessions’ her mother had set up with my wife’s permission. And only my wife didn’t know the truth.
With these crazy thoughts whizzing through my head I almost didn’t realize how much it really turned me on until Rachel said, “Wow… I think you’re bigger than I’d ever seen you. I must have really not done my proper wifely duties. Well, I’d better do what I can to fix that.” She grinned a crooked smile then did her level best to devour my cock.
Her practiced style and skills felt great compared to Becky’s inexperience but eagerness to learn. By brain had no choice but to compare the way they worked my meat, both wanting only to please me. Becky would be terrific in time, but still had to learn the fine techniques that Rachel had mastered. And Rachel would occasionally deep-throat me and get her lips almost to my base, which really turned me on, while Becky would gag with only half of my penis between her pretty lips.
I just sat back and really enjoyed the stress free feeling of my wife’s loving tongue, lips, and throat all caressing the center of my being. It wasn’t going to make me cum, as she knew I had never cum from oral sex alone. Back in college she’d lost twenty dollars betting me she could get me off with that way alone. That was also the first time I’d made love to her, and that twenty dollar bill was still in one of my sock drawers. I thought about the wild times I’d had in college exploring sex before I’d met Rachel, and though that she would be the last woman he’d ever need. And I knew that was true, even if a small part of me still instinctually desired to spread my seed in every womb I could.
After her divine oral caresses of my cock had me throbbing she looked up at me lovingly, nuzzling my hardness between her lovely bloated breasts. “I’m sorry I cannot give you more than this, but my area down there is still sore from moving two watermelons through it. I know I haven’t showed you, or talked about it, but the OBGYN said to wait 4 to 6 weeks to give it time to heal.” She looked only slightly sad as she squeezed me between those lovely breasts, still leaking a little milk into my curly fuzz. “I do have a surprise for you however…” and her grin made me shiver.
“OK, I’m game… what is it?” I asked casually.
“Me.” A female voice came from the doorway behind me. I spun my head sharply, totally not expecting anyone else in my house other than me and my wife. I was totally blown over at what I saw. Judy clad only in a sexy black teddy. Her red hair was flowing down her shoulders and the lace teddy left little to the imagination, but it lifted her giant breasts and erotically lined and shaped her body. She was in her mid-forties, but you couldn’t tell she was over thirty, or a mother of a young adult daughter for that matter, by just looking at her hot body. Totally speechless she wagged her hips and tits as she sauntered over to me and sat next to me on the bed. “Rachel asked me to come over to help reward you for being the man of her dreams.”
I looked down at her is shock, not believing my wife could have planned this. She was wild in her college days as well, and was renowned for her expert cock sucking skills, which was how we’d met in the first place, but she’d never given any indication of any willingness to expand our horizons in such a way. I know that we’d talked about it once when we dated about sexual fantasies, and like every guy a two-girl threesome is a dream come true, but she said she loved my cock in her own pussy too much to share.
“Well, since I cannot please you the way I want to, this was the only other option. And I’d been talking to Judy, and she recommended a hooker. But I couldn’t do that, I didn’t want you doing some dirty slut who might have some disease, and asked her, since she’s not got anyone, if she could help me please you.”
It all sounded so simple and proper when Rachel said it. Like that’s just the way things are. “Besides, back in my psych class I learned that a man needs release his seed,” she squeezed me hard, making me throb fiercely in her hand, “or he will stray. Now we wouldn’t want that now would we?” God’s I wanted to confess right there and then about me and Becky, and I just might have had Judy not been right there. My eyes wandered up and down her body again, and I oozed precum all over Rachel’s hands and tits.
“So he really cannot cum orally?” Judy asked Rachel while kneeling next to her on the floor.
Ignoring me completely, they talked, “Nope. Believe me, in college I lost twenty dollars trying for over an hour.”
“Really? Wow. I never had a guy how could last longer than ten minutes of blowing before he came.”
“I know! I once sucked of five cocks in an hour between classes in High School. They called me the Cum Guzzling Queen, but not Ed here. He will only cum in a pussy.”
“What about anally?”
“Well, we tried it a little, but… It feels great for the first inch, but after that it just hurts too much for me.”
I felt like I had to interject there “And I’m not into that anyway.”
“Really? Every guy I’d ever slept with just wanted to jump my ass.” Judy laughed.
“I couldn’t get into it, even though porn always plays it up, I couldn’t get the picture out of my head that it could be a guy I was fucking.” I confessed.
“I never thought about it that way, but it makes sense I suppose. Guys do seem really homophobic.” Judy reasoned. “Not like girls who are all a little bi.”
“Yea, right.” I laughed.
“No it’s true. Were jealous, conniving, vindictive, hypercritical, bitches, but every girl has at least an experimental phase to test their natural urges to bong with other women.” Judy said with a completely straight face.
I looked back at Rachel, who’d just continued to rub my cock during this intellectual discussion. Seeing me look at her made her cheeks redden with embarrassment. After a moment of silence she broke down and stopped rubbing my cock, “OK! Yes… I spent a week once in college with a girl, but we were just experimenting. We both moved on once we got boyfriends again.” I was just staring at her. “Look, I’m sorry I’ve never told you, but it was just a phase.”
“That’s not what you said last week when you begged me to lick your pussy.” Judy shot back.
There was more shocked silence, and Rachel’s cheeks burned even redder. “You… She… But… You were still pregnant though?”
“I’m sorry honey. I was too embarrassed to talk to you.” Rachel confessed in a fast blur of words. “The last month of my pregnancy, I was so horny all the time! I was masturbating like crazy, and I needed some release. I know I was the one who was always pushing for kids, and I thought you wouldn’t want to touch me since I was so ugly and bloated.”
“That’s not true! I loved you and would have done anything for you! You said you wanted to hold off on sex these last few months, for the babies’ sake.” I shot back, almost mad.
“The doctor’s said I had too, not that I didn’t want too. And you seemed to just ignore me after that…”
More silence followed until Judy piped up, “Sheesh! Look at you two! Both horny as hell, and completely in love with each other. Look, life isn’t perfect, but the only thing that matters is love. Rachel, you love Ed and want him right?” She nodded silently like a child being scolded. “And Ed, you love Rachel and want her as well?” I nodded the same as my wife had. “Well that isn’t that all that matters? There are going to be things you have no choice about how your bodies work, but as long as you both love each other, Get Over It!”
It must have looked completely ridiculous being lectured about love from a woman ten years older than us, being the only clothed individual in the room, and she was just in lingerie. “Now…” she continued looking at me, “Yes, I’ve been giving Rachel some sexual release, but now she has asked me to do the same for you. Do you love Rachel enough to accept that or should I get dressed and go?”
I was silent for a moment but said, “Rachel, I have always loved you and I need you to know that I would do anything… everything, for you.”
She smiled, looking up at me from my knees, getting a little teary eyed, “I know.” She got up and hugged me tight.
After a minute we pulled back, kissed, and she laughed. “Well, look like I’ve done a horrible job for you so far, Little Ed is unimpressed.” Looking down I saw I’d become totally unaroused, despite having two very beautiful women offering to please me. If it hadn’t happened I say it wouldn’t have been possible, but there I was, shrunken to a limp noodle.
“Well than, we’ve got some work to do then don’t we?” Judy stated flatly to Rachel and reached one hand to my groin. Rachel, wiping tears away with one hand, nodded and reached her other hand to join with Judy’s, grasping my ball sack.
Soon they were both massaging and stroking my small package with their soft and dexterous fingers. It felt great, but for some reason he refused to grow right off. “Looks like he needs a more serious kick start…” Judy said. Then with her other hand she reached behind Rachel’s head and pulled her to her own. Rachel was surprised and a little shocked when their lips met in a sapphiric kiss.
This was the first time I’d ever seen my wife do anything with another woman, and that made my small cock instantly kick-start back to life. While it was static for the first few seconds, Judy was persistent, and soon Rachel, to my utter shock and delight, relaxed and put her arms around Judy and opened her mouth to her. The moment grew, both of them getting deeper and deeper into their lesbian kiss and made out like lovers do. When they finally broke Judy turned to look back at my cock with approval. “Yup, that gets them every time.”
Rachel slowly turned again to me as well and giggled like a little girl at my hardness, “Oh, my pussy is on fire. I long to have you in there again, but I’m still to stretched and sore.” She dropped a hand down her belly and rubbed her clit slowly.
“Well, I think I can help both of you at the same time then.” Judy said while she stood up. She held a hand to Rachel and helped her up as well and led her to the open side of the bed. “Lie down,” she told her. Rachel sat onto the bed, and I could see clearly for the first time, her distended pussy and stitches that were just at the bottom of her cunt on the little flap of skin that connected to her ass. Just looking at it made my own ass hurt with sympathy pain. I hadn’t realized that was why she was still in pain.
Judy knelt onto the center of the bed and turned to my wife. She leaned over and kissed her deeply, making my cock throb again. My naked, and still puffy bellied wife, with a sexy redhead in striking black lingerie above her and between her legs, making out in front of me. Judy straightened up, pulled down her lacy black panties and threw them to the side of the bed, winking as me, then backed up and placed her face right into Rachel’s pussy.
My wife howled with pleasure like I’d never seen. “OH FUCK YEA!” For a woman who took care of preschoolers, it always struck me as funny how she had such a dirty mouth when she got really turned on during sex. I couldn’t move for the first few minutes, just aroused to watch Judy lick and flick Rachel’s clit with her sexy tongue. I reached down and stoked my cock while watching them go at it, finally getting back full strength.
Judy stopped her ministrations and looked back at me, wagging her hips and naked pussy at me, “Waiting for a written invitation?” She then went back to sucking on Rachel’s clit.
My wife then begged me, “Oh Honey! She feels so good! Please… Oh please fuck her good, OH FUCK!”
I had no choice but to join in after that. I knelt on the end of the bed, now full with female flesh and crept up behind Judy’s inviting posterior. I rand a hand up her fishnet clad legs, and along the garter straps that ran over each cheek of her ass, and up to her brazier laced back. Then I placed a hand onto her moistening honey pot. It was thick with dark curly hair, still red, but darker than her striking main of hair on her head, but it was soft to the touch.
I rubbed her clit, making her squirm and moan around my wife’s cunt, then dipped my middle finger into her vagina. It slid in easier than I thought it would for someone who hadn’t had a man for the better part of twenty years. But then I didn’t really know that much about Judy, other than her teenage daughter and how her husband had left her over a decade ago. Really that was it, but it didn’t matter that much to me right now, for she gripped and held my probing finger with such strength that I could wait to put my cock into this lovely MILF.
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slick passage, wetting my head and shaft. Then I lined up and sunk deep into her in only a single stroke. I was impressed with her vaginal control, since she opened up and her cunt literally sucked in my cock. I’d never had a girl who could do that. I’ve been told that my 9 inch penis is thicker and bigger than most other guys, and I’ve always had to work it in, no matter how wet she was. Then Judy went to the grip she had before and made me yelp in surprise.
I withdrew and plunged back in, grabbing her hips and rocking slowly back and forth. Good that felt good. For a few moments I felt like I was fucking Becky again, but Judy’s wider hips, controlled vaginal muscles, and her flaming red hair gave her a distinct feeling. I rocked back and forth, enjoying her cunt immeasurably.
My wife moaned more as I fucker her clit licker. “Is it good Honey? Is she a good fuck? OH, GOD!” I could tell she was getting really close, so I rocked harder and slammed into Judy hard and fast, feeling her cunt literally trying to milk my cock. Judy did a great job keeping her head glued to Rachel’s cunt as I pounded her. Only moments later Rachel was screaming at the top of her lungs, “I’m so Fucking hot! OH GOD! I’M CUMMING!” She grabbed the back of Judy’s head and her cute face scrunched in a powerful orgasm. It was so erotic and Judy’s cunt felt so good that I tried to cum with her, but Judy backed up, making me sit back, as she withdrew her face from Rachel’s pussy, making me wait, still lodged in her pussy.
Rachel’s last throws of orgasm subsided as we watched, with Judy just sitting back on my cock, only holding it tight for a few moments. Judy then asked, “Rache, is it OK if I use Ed to get me off too? I haven’t had a man since Becky father left and he feels REALLY good.” She gyrated her hips on me moaning.
Rachel smiled and knelt in front of us, “Of course Jude. Edward Honey, can you hold off long enough for Judy here to cum too?”
“Anything for you my love.” I answered, almost unable to believe the reality of that question. Judy then began to rise and fall on my lap, fucking herself on my cock. Rachel smiled and leaned forward, and I could tell from the way that Judy gasped and moaned louder that my wife was playing and licking her tits. Judy rode my cock with zeal, making me feel terrific. Soon I felt Rachel reach a hand under me between our legs. One hand frisked Judy’s clit and my cock sliding in and out of her cunt, but her other hand cupped and kneaded my balls.
I was unsure if I could last long enough, but with the added stimulation on her clit Judy’s determined riding of my cock turned more to desperation and became quicker. She was the quiet type, only moaning in between short breaths and soon groaned out as she shook with the throws of her gushing orgasm. Her cunt quivered and squirted her girl-cum all over my cock and legs. I’d done a squirter in my college days, but it really turned me on knowing that she came so hard on my cock.
She quivered and moaned for a few minutes before turning and asking me, “You sure do have some saying power! I can see why she loves you so much.” I got the feeling that she was talking about Becky and not Rachel, but didn’t give me time to respond. “Well this will get you off.” She pulled herself off my cock and had Rachel sit back on the bed, turned over and laid her head in my wife’s lap. Then she spread her long legs and into almost a split. “Now Rachel, tell him to get his ass over here and fuck me hard.”
Rachel gave me her sexy eyes and sultry voice, “Come on Honey. I know you wanna cum, and I want lick you’re spooge out of her dirty cunt.”
A heart-attack couldn’t have stopped me. I almost leaped on her and slammed my throbbing cock into Judy’s hot juicy snatch. My wife whispered dirty things in my ear as I fucked harder than I ever thought I could. “I know you tight balls need to shoot your salty load, so spray it all over her fucking pussy. That tight unused cunt feels great doesn’t it? I know it does so cum in the bitch. Show her you love it. Do it! Fill that fucking slut!”
I slammed hard and fast, nailing Judy into the bed. Between her moaning softly, and my wife’s dirty talk, I had no choice about pulling out. I came just as she said ‘slut’ with possibly the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It ripped a scream from my normally silent lungs and I burst what felt like gallons of cum so deep into Judy sucking womb that it made her scream as I thrashed inside her. My whole body contracted and shook and I drilled her full of my white gold. I would have half a breath before another contraction shook me, sending more and more of my semen into her depths. After five explosive shots of cum, I shoot softly, with only much smaller contractions still squirted out more of my drizzle.
Rachel hugged me tight while I continued to shake in Judy’s full cunt, and Judy just moaned out, “God I’ve never been so full.”
After I softened, still leaking out cum, I sat back and Rachel greedily sank her head down and gently sucked me clean. Judy, just lay back, still paralyzed from the harsh cunt beating I’d given her. When Rachel was satisfied no more of my cum was going to come out she kissed my cockhead and said, “Mmmm, she’s sure is tasty. Sit back and enjoy my love.” Then she turned about and sank her head to Judy’s cum-oozing cunt. Judy went crazy, shaking and moaning as my wife licked and sucked out as much of my sperm as she could from the cream pie I’d just given her.
After a few minutes she lifted her head and moved up to Judy’s face. I thought they were going to kiss again, but then Rachel let a long thick rope of my jism that she’d sucked out of Judy’s cunt stretch down to Judy. When that well fucked beauty saw what my wife intended, she opened her mouth wide, letting a long stream of pass from Rachel’s mouth and into Judy’s. God it was so hot that I did twitch out another glob of man-milk on my leg from my almost soft cock. When it was almost gone Rachel followed it down and kissed Judy deeply and swishing my cum around between their mouths.
After they had finished my wife eased onto her side and mirrored my own thoughts, “God it was so hot!” All she got back were breathless groans of agreement from both Judy and I. “I really love you Ed, and I never thought I could share you, but I knew you’d rip me back open if you did that to me.” She then rubbed her stitched and sore pussy gently.
“Oh, I think he did rip me open.” Judy groaned, “But damn that felt good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real man…” with that Judy excused herself to the bathroom to dress and cleanup, Rachel checked on the babies and I just laid down and feel asleep exhausted. I slept until morning when a screaming newborn woke me. I woke Rachel, who was asleep next to me. She proceeded to feed the kids and I made breakfast. As we ate and discussed last night’s events, and her discussion with Judy after I collapsed. We all really liked it and Rachel had scheduled a repeat performance at the end of the week.
God, what had I done to deserve a wife so considerate and loving? I kissed her and hugged her tight. “You know I love you more and more each day.”
“I know.” She sighed contented, “But you have to admit that was a great night last night…”
I had no choice but to agree, “Yes… Yes it was.”
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RAW chat logs from IMvu
This is the second installment of the series, I plan on a third as time permits.
Mila Brooks, rich and beautiful, is wed to a Beast of a man who molests her.
The next phase of life begins.
A skilled protector lost her focus for a split moment
im discovers that the pleasures of the rural North are greater than he expected. .
Lilly has a steamy encounter with a complete stranger
Magical hearts Chapter 7
After dinner, the family talks spending time getting to know each other, my father and my in-laws a long with my uncle Justin had a long discussion. My mother-in-law insisted on me calling her Mom, I did not know what else the call her, Isabel only referred to her as Mom.
I pointed out the fact that I could not truly leave Isabel’s side or her me, I said there for I will need to create magical armor for us.
Dad, the King, informed me that my grandfather had been a Master Wizard and a suit of his mage armor still existed. He said it would not fit me, grandfather was shorter, and a bit more round than I am. It would give me a good idea on how it was constructed; the making of mage armor had been a dying art for centuries. Few mages chose to wear any armor, believing that made them slower and easier target for little protection.
What most mages did not understand that mage armor properly enchanted was as light and comfortable to wear as robes. However, it is harder than plate mail for an arrow to penetrate. If you enchanted correctly, it can give you some other benefits. Increase health and stamina, speed of movement, stealth, and even brief invisibility accomplished in the past.
Just finding materials, would be less than half of the process needed to create magic armor, but I had a feeling Isabel and I would have need of it, even trying to avoid conflicts. My oath as the Prince of the kingdom required me to defend our King, our nobility, our people, and our lands, even unto the death. Therefore, it became my responsibility to defend my wife and myself with every means possible.
Isabel’s Mom and Dad knew the armor Smith in Brittany. They would travel with us tomorrow to acquire enough star silver material, for our needs. I think of our personal guard, perhaps creating additional armor with star silver breastplates, or chain mail. However, before I can purchase armor, we must identify the individuals that will make up my guard.
My Dad comes to me and asks, “Could I accompany you tomorrow? I had to visit Brittany, and Duke Egger. I like to do so with you at my side. There was where your mother and you meant to take sanctuary. According to the Duke, she never arrived. I just want to see his face when I introduce you.”
I ask, “Dad do you think Duke Egger of Brittany had anything to do with mother’s disappearance and death? Perhaps my father-in-law can bring a few of his strong men along, request audience and be there when you arrive with me. That way we can double the amount of men if there is trouble.”
Justin suggest, “Isabel should accompany her father, they would be less danger for her, and still place her close enough that Julius would still get the power boost from her. I would stay at her side; my nephew so put your mind at ease.”
My father in a serious voice says, “Not every visit is going to be like this one. Duke Egger’s son Edward is first in line for the throne now. I would see his reaction. I hope that none of his spies has revealed the fact of your return to me yet. It is good that only some of the trusted members of court know of your return. Two days from now, your coronation will be ready, and I will name you Prince and you daughter Princess.”
I ask, “How many of your guards do you believe we should bring?”
Father says, “Depending on his reaction, all or just my six I normally travel with.”
Jeremiah suggest, “Perhaps, we should have them leave a few hours earlier coming in from both sides of the city and disguise. Along with my clan, they can land outside of the city by a couple hours walk. Far enough away, that no one would see your guard approach by carpet. Patrick you and Julius should arrive on the carpet bringing as much attention to you as possible. That would also help them slip into the city, by timing the arrivals to happen together.”
Father smiles, “You keep this up Jeremiah and I will make you a general along with a trading partner.”
Jeremiah smiles in return and says, “Anything for you Patrick, I would have been pleased to do so for my King, now even more so for the grandfather of the children I will also be grandfather.”
Father laughs that warm laughter that makes everyone else join in. He calls his steward, who retrieves a pouch. Father throws the pouch to Jeremiah and says, “I have never been so happy to lose a bet.”
Jeremiah hands the pouch to Mom and says, “Nor have I, my wife had wagered me that Julius was far more than even I could imagine.” Isabel squeezes my hand, but I blush at the exchange.
A question comes to my mind and I ask, “Can a Prince be the Duke of Camarillo? I would not see them wanting for leadership, or a bad leader take my place. It is a market city. Perhaps a great merchant would be excellent to become their Duke. Especially one I know is kind, fair in his dealings with others, and has many connections among merchants and Royals alike.”
Dad chuckles as Jeremiah’s eyes widen. Isabel laughs and says, “Welcome to my life, Daddy.”
I point out, “The Duke, before me, was not only an evil man, but had no connection to the merchants of his city. He had no idea of their needs, how to make the city much more prosperous. Jeremiah you did say that you would consider settling the clan there. I was very happy to have you in the city, your wise advice about how to improve the productivity of the merchant class was something I was going to call on often. I am to be Prince, and if I cannot govern Camarillo. I can think a no other better suited.”
Dad shakes his head yes with a smile and says, “It is true that you cannot govern Camarillo son. As Prince, you could only govern until a Duke appointed, and I will consider your nomination. A few the other Dukes may disagree, wishing the post to go to their son. However, given Jeremiah’s royal connection in two days, I do not see much of a problem. I feel Jeremiah as the Duke there will give me greater support than many others.”
Dad shakes Jeremiah’s hand and says, “It least with you there, I can end the slavery that is gone underground. The former Duke, had not only taking girls from his own duchy, but several others, he traded with the Raiders that you destroyed. We had just received word, a runner sent with documents detailing what he had done. I owe you two, my son and Isabel, a debt of gratitude. The old Duke was part of a conspiracy to overthrow me.
The gods had told me to return. They warned to save my kingdom I must return home, and there complete my quest. I could not understand what the gods desired, how could I complete my quest at home? I thought the gods meant that I was to give up my quest.
Then a week after I arrived home, the word of the night of trial reached me. When I found you Julius, you are already preparing to see to the needs of the citizens of Camarillo. I was proud that you were a good leader, and the more I learned of you that I found myself even wishing that you were my son.”
Pulling me into a hug he continues, “The people of the city wanted you to govern them, knowing you blessed by the gods. You looked to their safety, before your own. They realized you would protect them, help them, and rule them with love and wisdom. I knew you would be a fine Duke, protector of the city and its people. When you ask for the Captain’s pardon, I knew you had a sense of justice. That you look beyond the law and saw what was right. That is a rare thing in a Duke, or even a Prince. My father had a hard time explaining that to me, and you know it in your heart already. I am very proud of you my son.”
I know there has to be a tear or two running down my face as I look into my father’s face. After taking a deep breath I say, “Dad, I simply follow my heart. I trust it not to mislead me.”
Dad chuckles and says, “In that way you’re much like your mother. She had a good heart, brave, caring, and so full of love. When I lost her, I lost my heart. With you my son, I think I found what I been missing all these years.”
Isabel smiles rubs me on my shoulder and says, “Julius is my heart, I could not lose him, if ever I did I would die of a broken heart.”
After my father, release me from his hug. I take Isabel into my arms. Looking into her eyes I say, “Isabel you are my heart as well my love. Our hearts beat as one. I love you with my entire being, and that makes me stronger. I can love others, my Dad, your Dad and Mom, all the more because of it.” The glow that surrounds us when we kiss has begun to shine even before our lips met.
Our in-laws laugh at the two of us, jokingly Dad says, “Off to your room son, I will have none of that around here. Remember were leaving before dawn tomorrow, I will have someone wake you.”
I lift Isabel into my arms carrying her to laughter I leave headed towards the bedchambers Isabel and I shared last night. A servant carrying a lantern again leads the way, although Isabel and I provide more light than the lantern. Before he reaches the door the limp, he started with has disappeared. At the door, he smiles and says, “The gods bless us through you, thank you.” He bows then leaves closing the doors behind him.
Unlike last night, I place a ward on our balcony, just a simple spell that will awake me if someone crosses onto the balcony. We close the doors and pull the curtains to, is still rather light outside, Isabel and I will need some sleep. However, that is not why we want privacy at this moment. With a wave my hands our clothing disappears, this time a hamper awaits our dirty laundry.
Isabel bites her bottom lip as she pulls me to the bed. When we are within a couple of feet Isabel pulls hard throwing me onto the bed. I land on my back, and Isabel immediately straddles me. Before I can get my bearings, Isabel has me positioned and slowly sinking down my manhood. In a musical voice she says, “You were taking too long to get here.”
She places her hands on my chest, leans forward and gives me a kiss. By the time our kiss breaks Isabel has taken all of my manhood into her. She slowly grinds herself on me, rubbing her clitoris as she slowly begins to make love to me.
Isabel is incredibly wet, and her juices flow on to me and down onto the bed. After a few moments of her sliding across my pubic area, Isabel begins a rhythm as she rises and falls. She begins to twister hips with each rise. It does not take long before she arches her back and shakes violently causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle. I am in heaven as a beautiful moan escapes her lips. Isabel begins to roll her hips cause me to slide in and out much quicker. Minutes passed as her moans become cries of pleasure, and Isabel’s movements have nearly taken me past my own edge. I grab her hips and begin to thrust up even faster than she has been moving. Isabel is waving her head back and forth whipping her beautiful hair around. At the sensations of me spraying a geyser of hot cum into her, Isabel sets down hard and shakes violently as an orgasm claims her body.
Isabel finally falls forward as the last of my spurts flies into her shaking body. I caress her back, as we lie there trying to catch our breath. As the night before, once we regain our breath we look into each other’s eyes and laugh at the joy we found.
I kiss Isabel, caressing her back as her hands run through my hair. After a few moments, Isabel puts her head down on my shoulder then gives me one last kiss before closing her eyes. Only seconds later Isabel is breathing slow and steady and I know she is asleep, only moments later I join her.
Like the day before a knock on the door alerts us to the server bringing breakfast. I again pulled the bedding to cover Isabel and me, before calling for them to enter. In the predawn light Isabel and I give off a soft glow, it startles the servant so much he nearly drops breakfast. He sets it down before leaving even quicker than he came in.
I move first this morning, and bring Isabel to my lap and we feed each other. We bath quickly, as quickly as to newlyweds can. We just left the pool and still wrapped in towels; when another knock on the door alerts us, a different set of servants bring in clothing. I am to dress as a prince, not my taste. However, that is required for the day.
We waive off the servers to dress ourselves, it is not something either of us are accustomed to having done for us. I mean, since I was old enough to pull my own britches on I have. It is something I am very uncomfortable with and I would not require someone else to do for me.
Isabel looks much more comfortable in the clothing sent for her; it looks like her mother sent some of her own clothing. It is very nice, but what I would expect the daughter of a wealthy merchant to wear. I feel uncomfortable and totally out of my element in my princely adornments.
Despite herself, Isabel giggles seeing how uncomfortable I am. She finally says, “See you did not want to be royalty either. We both will hate how we are required to dress.”
I give her a kiss and say, “I am not sorry for what I am. However, you are right I do hate how we are required to dress.”
Isabel asks, “Would you be happier as a wizard or the Prince?”
I chuckle before I say, “I am both now, and I cannot see a way that we can go back. Perhaps one day we will allow our son to take the throne, retire to a small place in the country with our friends around us. Nevertheless, I am sure I would never be happy without you at my side. You will always be my Princess. You were even before anything else occurred.”
Isabel interlaces her arm with mine coming up on her tiptoes she gives me a quick kiss before saying, “I guess you are always my Prince charming. Even when I was ten, you had swept me off my feet. I think that is why father avoided Uncle Justin’s for so long.”
Jokingly I say, “Perhaps, he knew my true identity and your wish not to be royalty.”
Isabel giggles as we depart. In the hall, she pauses and ask, “Do you think that is why truly?”
I say, “No, it was a joke my love. At the time he did not even know who I was, that we were to be a bonded pair, or even that I was a former slave. He asked Justin if you needed to provide a dowry, before seeing my first.”
Isabel questions than, “So why did my father keep us away from each other?”
As we began to walk again I say, “He was just being the father of a ten-year-old girl. He truly was not ready to give up his little girl. He wish to keep you with him a few more years if he could. On our first kiss we glowed by what Justin has shared, if we had kissed when say you were twelve, would you have been ready to be my wife?”
Isabel giggles and says, “I will confess this only once. I have been dreaming of being your wife since I was ten. However, I did not think to be a mother quite so soon after our wedding.”
Smiling into her face I say, “I dreamed of your face ever since we parted when you were ten. Your blue eyes and brilliant smile had captured my heart. Nevertheless, I did not feel worthy to ask for your hand only in your eyes have I learned to find my true worth.”
Isabel giggles and says, “Now you see yourself as Prince.”
Chuckling I say, “Only because I see you as the Princess.” Isabel sticks out her tongue playfully. We hear soft giggles and Isabel quickly pulls her tongue back in her mouth. A couple servants curtsy as they hurry past.
We arrive in the main Hall, and only have to wait a few minutes before joined by my father, my in-laws including my Uncle Justin. Lieutenant Ben Stander and the other guardsmen George, along with father’s six Knights. Many other men wearing swords and various types of clothing gather around the open courtyard. Jeremiah has brought his carpets, Isabel and I have ours, with him are twenty-one of the clan, three are merchants, along with two guards each, that leaves a dozen men with Jeremiah. Some of the carpets already have crates loaded on them, and I suspect some cargo within them. Jeremiad fully intends to make this a business trip in many ways.
Isabel and I greet the Lieutenant and guardsmen I say, “Good morning Ben, Good morning George how are you today?”
When Ben starts to go to his knee, I grab his elbow and lift in backup. His eyes widened before I explained, “You need not do that for me in the presence of my father. He is the King, and I am but his servant as are you.”
Ben and George bow to me instead of taking a knee. I would much prefer that, I know the respect they have for me, and for them to take a knee is not required for them to display that respect.
They introduced me to four other guards, who will now act as my honor guard. The lighted courtyard gives us enough light to see the men clearly. Two of them Martin and Samuel, are very large men who carry great swords, wearing heavy armor. The last two are William, or Bill who carries short swords and a bow that glows with a soft light of magic. The last, to my surprise is Ruth a young woman; she carries a long sword, along with two short swords. Ruth falls into step with Isabel opposite my side.
I pull our group of guards over to the side, and I have a quick conversation with them. First, I asked if they had ever been in combat with a magic user as part of the unit. That rarely occurs so it did not surprise me the only two that did not shake their head no were Ben and George. I explained to them, that the magic user is sort of like having a crossbow or ballista at your back, although it can be a hell of a lot worse than the bolt if you stepped in front of the spell.
Ben and George explained about the Drake from yesterday, and the four of them only have a mild shock for a second before they shake their head in understanding.
I say, “If combat begins, allow me to cast my spell before you rush in, I can use lightning bolts, or fireballs. Fireballs have an area effect, whereas a lightning bolt can be even more devastating but to a single target. Nevertheless, be warned that if you swing your sword through the lightning bolt, you will take its damage instead of the intended target.”
Seeing they understand I continue, “If anything happens today, just keep everyone at a distance from Isabel and I, stay as close to me as you can, I will do what I need to protect our fathers, Isabel and you.”
When William insists it is his job to protect me, Ben and George chuckle before the Lieutenant says, “Julius killed a Drake with a single lightning bolt, what chance would a man have to stand against that. All we have to do is keep someone from getting too close, if we keep them at a distance, Julius will keep us alive, even against an army.”
Ruth clears her throat, “You mean Prince Julius killed a Drake with a single lightning bolt.”
Ben chuckles again and points out, “Julius is his father son, not until tomorrow he will have the title of Prince.”
Placing my hand on Ruth’s shoulder, I gently say after filling her tense up, “Ruth, I would much prefer to simply be Julius today, tomorrow or next year from now. Moreover, it may well be your job to protect Isabel and me. Nevertheless, my job is to protect my father, you, our people, and our lands. Never let me forget that. Always remember I depend on all of you to help me accomplish that. I prefer not to stand on formality whenever not required.”
Ruth relaxes a little as she looks into my eyes she says, “There is no falsehood in your words, you speak what your heart believes.”
The six bow to me again. I smile and give them a bow in return. It is time for us to leave. Isabel and I will ride on the same carpet for the first leg of the trip. Ben and George having ridden yesterday are not so surprised to fill it lift into the air as we quickly move away from the castle courtyard. As the sun finally rises my four new guards, look on wide-eyed as the land speeds below us. Even Ben in George remarks at the speed we are traveling compared to yesterday.
Isabel giggles and says, “I think that maybe a Dragon could catch it but only for a short distance. I believe the carpet given a little distance at the beginning can out run a Dragon if need be. What would take four days to walk; the carpet can travel over in less than half a day.”
Shortly after dawn we reach the coast, we travel out to sea some distance to conceal our movements. At the height we travel, few things would ever notice, although our carpet would be the easiest it made from red silk and rather audacious in its design. The other three carpets and our group are all bluish of color and should disappear against the sky easily. We approach a cove of less than an hour’s walk from Bethany, this is where we are going to break into separate groups. Father and his Knights, along with five of my guards, will complete the journey to Bethany, after allowing enough time for everyone else to get into position.
My in-laws and Uncle Justin departs on foot, after removing a wagon and the team of horses from one of the new crates we created for them. Jeremiah had us create a crate in a different size, not the two foot by four foot, it fit exactly in the back of the wagon bed, but because the boxes multidimensional, turning it one way the wagon would actually fit within it. Jeremiah tells me the horses and wagon had been loaded early yesterday evening. I am grateful the horses are unharmed although they seem a little skittish, probably just nervous from being inside a magical box. Ruth insist on remaining with Isabel, and I greatly appreciate her doing so.
Before we depart, Isabel and I share a long kiss, and only when a couple of the guards and three at Dad’s Knights have bumped into us we break. The look on their faces as they rub various body parts tell us what my father had been up to. Knowing that our glow heels he purposely brought Knights and guards with older injuries needing healed.
I waved to Isabel, and then chuckle and look at them as we lift, looking at Dad I say, “My King you could have just ask and I would greatly appreciated the opportunity to kiss my wife.”
Dad chuckles and says, “I hope we will not have need later today, other than old injuries. If all is well in Bethany I will simply announce that you are my son and my cousin is required in New Cowan to witness the coronation of my son.”
We take a wide circle, until we moved in land and south of the city. It takes about the entire time needed for the groups of our party to reach the gates. Britney is not so large that I cannot make out the groups as they enter the gates while we fly slowly toward the south wall. Even the guards at the East and West gates seem drawn to the spectacle of their King on a flying carpet.
Two standards fly to announce our identity, and we stopped outside of crossbow range to be recognized. Clan Morgan enters the city with no difficulties. Even the king’s guard has no trouble as they enter the city from the East gate. We stretch out the time requiring the Captain of the guard to recognize us before crossing the wall.
We stopped on the wall to pick up the Captain of the guard; I move the carpet slowly to allow our people time to move within the city. After Isabel and her father, Justin and clan Morgan enters a palace grounds, I bring the carpet into land inside the palace courtyard.
As the carpet touchdown, Jeremiah enters the Duke’s audience chambers along with twelve of his loyal men, Justin, Ruth and Isabel. I go to my knee is my father passes, then fall into line just after his Knights. My eyes search the courtyard for dangers, there are six crossbow stationed ready to fire into the crowd at a moment’s notice. Four guardsmen at the entrance to the audience chamber, a group of six at the gate, I think rather heavily guarded for a peaceful city.
The audience chamber, upon our entrance many heads turn seeing the King along with the six Knights people began going to their knee, although Duke Egger remain seated. I notice another dozen of his guards are within the audience chamber, along with four men armed with crossbows on two balconies that overlook the chamber. I am looking around wide-eyed like this is a grand experience, what I am really doing is assessing all the threats, it is then that I noticed the two wizards, also on the balconies.
I whisper to Bill, if there is trouble, you get the mage on the right. I will take the mage on the left, and then the bowman. He gives a slight nod, I know he understood, and I retake my place in the line. When Bill slips out of line, I give no outward indication; I know he is moving into position where he can have a better shot.
I can since Isabel’s presence, she too notices the difference and how the Duke has arranged his security, she communicates telepathically to me. (This is not right; the Duke would normally have half these men outside with only two or three inside.)
Justin long time ago had created a necklace allowing us to use telepathy, he communicates, (There is a master wizard hidden behind the Duke to the left just behind the screen. I will take him out when it starts.)
The Captain of the guard announces father, in that instance I feel the wizards all begin offensive spells, before their fireballs can come into being, one huge bolt of lightning flashes out from my hands to the wizard on the left balcony, he transfers into brilliant light blinding most in the audience chamber. Bill fires from his position into the throat of the wizard on the right balcony. Justin brings forth a spear of ice that flies hits the master wizard in the center of his chest so quickly he did not have time to bring up a shield spell; the spear of ice carries him into the wall behind him shattering against it. The wizard slumps to the ground dead.
Isabel has cast a shield spell as she steps beside her father-in-law, three crossbow-bolts bounce harmlessly off it. The one who had yet to fire was only temporary blinded by my lightning bolt, and yet another strikes him before his weapon can be re-aimed.
The last bowman drops his crossbow still unloaded turns to flee from the left balcony, I whisper a spell of paralyzing and he falls to the floor unmoving. We may need a few witnesses for the upcoming trial. The Duke still sets in his seat father has his sword at the Duke’s neck keeping him still. In a clear voice, which shows no fear the King commands, “Drop your steel, there will be more than one more death this day if any move against me.”
Sound of the Dukes guards dropping their steel blades heard through otherwise silence audience chamber, the Captain of the guard goes to his knees, followed by the rest. The noise from outside tells us the King’s men have secured the courtyard.
Isabel and Ruth are at my father’s back, when two side doors burst open, and men expecting the carnage left by three fireballs are surprised as twenty-four armed men and Knights halt their charge. Seeing the Captain of the guard on his knees, they dropped their swords as they go to their knees as well.
I am very happy we took the time to teach Isabel the shield spell this morning, my wife is a very quick study, and she performed it excellently for her first time in combat.
It takes nearly an hour to secure Duke Egger’s castle, in that time we find many prisoners, one of which is the daughter of the cobbler from Camarillo. Now a few things fall into place, the two Dukes had been working for years secretly smuggling slaves for sell outside of the kingdom. Raiders would leave their duchies alone as long as they sold slaves to them. In the decade, that slavery was illegal within the kingdom the two Dukes had continued trading with the Raiders secretly. The Duke of Camarillo only the last five years had received his Duchy, but before then he was a member of Duke Egger’s court.
We found that a slave ship was due to arrive that afternoon and arrange for their arrest. We had barely managed to rescue the cobbler’s daughter. She is in bad shape, having received serious beatings, branded as a slave as well as other things I care not to find answers to what all happen to her. Isabel and I kiss, praying that our glow will heal her body and soul, along with all the other poor victims confined within the cell I now carry Isabel through silently. The sighs and even giggles tell us the goddess has approved.
Duke Egger’s trial is swift, but held within the laws of the kingdom therefore justice is served. When it announced, his life will be forfeit for his crimes. He wishes a priest so he can confess his sins before his death. One brought forth for him, although the priest not allowed in the jail cell, the Duke may make his confession. Both father and I witness that he confesses to the death of my mother, when questioned about the boy he says, “She must have hidden the child, I could not find him, and I stayed long enough to make sure he cried no more.”
I turned to the former Duke; far enough outside of the jail cell I slide down my pants and lift my shirt to reveal the birthmark. The Duke’s eyes widened and he shakily says, “It cannot be, you had to be dead. It was far too cold for an infant to survive.”
In that instance, my father wants to run him through, but I hold my father back and say, “Strip him and his family of the royalty they do not deserve. Cast out his wife and children, let all know his crimes. What his actions brought unto him. Now that he convicted as an ordinary man for murder. Then give him a criminal’s death.”
Father looking into his eyes with hatred says, “I should put your wife and children on that slave ship, with fresh slave brands marking them. However, for my son I will not, they will not be nobility any longer. You and your actions have stripped them of that. Your son is no longer in line for the throne. The only title your children will now carry child of traitor.”
Egger cries, “I will do anything, please do not do this.”
My father turns to him in cold anger says, “Bring back my wife to me, give me back the years we lost, the children we would have had. You cannot do these things, so your fate is sealed.”
His wife screams from an adjoining cell, “You bastard look what you did to us, how can I live with nothing.”
The next day the coronation held, the highest clerics within the city of New Cowan performed the ceremony. I did not realize what the dress code would be. I am in a long white shirt that comes down to my knees. It looks odd, but remember is normally done with a three-year-old. A high slit on one side allows the clerics to see and witness the fact I have a kingly birthmark. To say I am little more than embarrassed would be an understatement. Here I am in front of the holiest individuals in the kingdom showing my ass.
As I blush, Isabel giggles in her mind only, she is very regal, in her ocean blue dress, diamond tiara standing with her arm interlaced with my father. Isabel truly looks like a princess, fortunately after the inspection of my birthmark they allow me to dress in a robe. The robe is the same blue color as Isabel’s dress the long enough that it actually reaches the floor. A pair of soft leather boots completes my ensemble.
A balcony on the palace outer wall is where the announcement made to the assembled crowd. The crowd has heard of the miracles at the temple, smithy and what happened with little Patrick. The crowd is huge, even people from neighboring duchies have come; many wizards and others who have methods of traveling quickly are there. Everyone has come to see the lost Prince, blessed by Aphrodite, and new defender of the Crown.
A roar begins in the crowd once they see us; it becomes a cheer, which becomes a chant of kiss, soon repeated. Rebecca must not be the only one who wants to see the glow. Dad gives me a wink, and Isabel and I step close to each other taking each other into our arms we kiss. As the glow brightens, it seems to spread faster than ever. As couples begin to kiss in the crowd, they too glow before long the entire area is lit up. As it was in the temple, miracles abound that day, far too many to list.
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