A Captive Knight
By Isadora Rose
Copyright 2011 Isadora Rose
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Chapter One
England, 1067
His head was pounding. With a painful grimace, Guy tried to make sense of his surroundings, for this was most certainly not where he last recollected being. The sweet taste of honeyed mead lingering upon his tongue brought back to him the memory of riding alone along a forest path. Yes, that was it! He had gone ahead of the rest of the men, irritated by his father’s insistence of having him accompanied at all times; he was a man of thirty summers, after all, and not just any man, but a Norman knight at that!
However, their forces had only recently conquered this wild area of the moors of Cornwall, and his father had been sufficiently unsettled by the protests of the natives to command that his only son should not ride out unaccompanied at any time. Irritated and frustrated, Guy had urged his stallion ahead of the rest of the party when they had ridden out earlier in the day to scout out the boundaries of the land that they had claimed.
It had been foolhardy, for he did not know the lay of the land and had soon become lost upon the dark forest’s twisting paths. Growing ever more frustrated, he had been about to turn the stallion around and attempt to retrace his steps when a vision of perfection had stepped out from between the trees – a young woman whose beauty had seemed to illuminate the darkness.
Speaking in the strange foreign tongue that he had only recently become accustomed to using, she had shyly told him that he was lost, and offered him her assistance in finding the correct path out of the forest. So how was it that he was now here?
The mead! The wicked little wench had offered him a cup of mead to warm his bones before turning around, for the sun had already been setting and the autumnal mist had hung heavily in the air. Guy had been so entranced by her that he would have accepted anything that she offered to him, so he smilingly took the cup and drunk from it. And that was the last thing that he remembered.
His cock swelled rapidly despite his anger as his mind filled with thoughts of the woman, for she had been far more beautiful than any other woman he had ever known; she had worn her raven hair loose, curling around the top of her handsomely embroidered gown, a gown that only served to enhance her voluptuous and intensely feminine curves that were barely restrained by the folds of material that skimmed across them.
Groaning softly as he imagined all the delightful ways in which he would punish her should he ever lie eyes upon her again, Guy’s cock hardened yet further and twitched impatiently, and as it did so he heard a stifled gasp to his left that told him that he was not alone in the room.
His eyes flew open and instantly alighted upon the very woman who had offered him the contaminated mead. “You!” he roared, and he tried to leap up from the bed that he found himself resting upon, His efforts were futile, though, for all of his limbs were securely shacked to the four posts of the bed – and his clothes had been stripped away, leaving him entirely naked.
Even though the man was bound to the bed, in his rage he was a terrifying sight, and Isolde backed away into the corner of the room, her blue eyes round and fearful as she wrung her hands anxiously. When she had concocted the scheme it had seemed so simple, and thus far everything had gone to plan; she had stumbled upon a more handsome man than any other she knew, a stranger to the lands who did not know her, and he had accepted the mead she offered without even a moment’s hesitation.
He had slumped into unconsciousness almost instantly, and she had heaved him onto the stallion and led him here to this little cottage in the middle of the forest. No-one knew that she came here, and Isolde was convinced that they would not be disturbed until her plan had come to fruition, if only she could find the courage to follow through on it, for now that the man was naked and bound to her bed, the thought of what she had to do was terrifying.
“Y-you need have no fear for your stallion, sir,” she began anxiously, not daring to look at him as she spoke, for the brief glimpse of the fiery rage burning in his eyes was not something she wished to see again. “He is safely secured under cover and will be returned to you when...when...when we are done.”
“My stallion is hardly the foremost of my concerns right now!” Guy exclaimed, infuriated by her refusal to even look at him as she spoke. “What are you, you devious little wench – are you some kind of forest nymph come to steal me away and do me harm?!”
“I wish to do you no harm, sir!” Isolde assured him, a wave of heat flooding through her body as she shyly glanced at his bare form. Shuddering, she hastened across the room to stoke the little fire in the hearth as she spoke. “Indeed, from what I understand, what it is that I need of you will bring you nothing but pleasure.”
“Pleasure?!” Guy repeated in confusion before the nervous way that her eyes flickered towards his swollen cock made it all very plain. A burst of fire in his loins roaring in appreciation, his eyes widened incredulously. “You wish to lie with me, wench?”
Isolde blushed furiously. “Wish to? No, but I have no choice! My father has promised me in marriage to a foul old lecher, and I cannot bear the thought of becoming his wife – I have racked my mind for a solution, and the only one that I can see is to make it so that I am no longer a virgin. None of the other men would dare to assist me with that, for they are all too afraid of my father and my betrothed, so it seemed to me that I must find a stranger like you. Come, sir, you are a knight – will you not aid a maiden in her desperate need?”
Guy stared at her in disbelief as a low growl of fury rose up from the back of his throat. “So you intend to rape me and avail yourself of my cock?” he snarled lewdly, taking grim satisfaction in the way that her blush deepened and her breath quickened.
“I am sorry, sir! I will do all that I can to make it quick and then you can be gone from here – the mead was only to make you sleep, and it will do you no lasting harm.” Tears were filling Isolde’s eyes, but she knew that she had come too far to turn back now. Desperately afraid, she approached the bed nonetheless and leaned over him. “Please, sir! I know nothing of these things, but from the way that men seem so desperate to possess me I am given to understand that my form is pleasing – can you not just accept the pleasure from me that this will give you?”
“Pleasing?! Enchantress, it is as if you are a divine temptation sent to tempt me from heaven itself!” Guy hissed, thrusting his hips up into the air, for the way that she had positioned herself had placed her full and high breasts directly in his line of vision, and he ached with the need to seize hold of them, his lust for her growing more intense with every moment that passed. “But really, wicked girl, do you imagine that this scheme will succeed? I assure you, were you offered to me as a wife, then the lack of a maidenhead would not dissuade me from taking you!”
“My betrothed is a very pious man –I am convinced that he will reject me when he learns what I have done,” Isolde said shakily, the sight of his cock filling her with fear, for it was far larger than she could ever have imagined it would be. The thought of taking it inside her as she understood she must was incomprehensible.
Guy saw her eyes flicker towards his cock again, and it made his entire body burn with the need to claim this woman entirely, no matter what the circumstances. And he would be damned if he would allow her to simply slip away from him once her task was complete; he would wrench his pleasure from the wicked wench again and again, for he was consumed by his lust for her, lust that could not be satisfied in just one quick fuck – why, with his limbs bound he would not even be able to touch her, and that would not do!
Unaware of the chain of thoughts that she had unleashed in Guy’s mind, Isolde’s hands shook as she slowly climbed up onto the foot of the bed, sitting between his legs and rocking back and forth uncertainly. “I...ah...what must I do, sir?” she asked awkwardly.
Guy burst out into astounded, grim laughter. “Am I understanding this correctly? You expect me to instruct you in how best to rape me?!” he demanded.
Chapter Two
“I am an innocent, sir! I have no comprehension of these matters, and I want...I want to please you!” Isolde whispered, closing her eyes as shame flooded her body.
Her naive words aroused him fiercely, and Guy bitterly regretted the fact that he was shackled and unable to snatch her up into his arms and make love to her in the ferocious manner that he so desired to. “If you want to please me, enchantress, then you must first tell me your name, and then you must speak mine,” he hissed, staring at her intently as her eyes slowly opened again, anxious tears pooling in their depths.
“My name?” she sighed, wishing that she did not feel such an uncontrollable urge to obey every one of this masterful knight’s commands. Already Isolde was beginning to fear that she had made a grievous mistake in capturing this man, for his presence was doing things to her that she had never before experienced. When she had undressed his sleeping body, the sight of his bare skin had sent numerous guilty little thrills shooting through her body, and she had been unable to resist the compulsion to run her hands over the large, perfectly-defined muscles that covered his form. Light-headed as if she, too, had drunk from the mead, Isolde shivered and absently touched the curve of her breasts where they disappeared into her gown.
The sight of Isolde touching herself as he so badly yearned to do was a fresh torment to Guy, and he felt as if he must surely explode with the force of his arousal if she delayed any longer. “Your name, wench!” he barked.
“Isolde!” she exclaimed fearfully. “My name is Isolde!”
“Isolde,” he repeated slowly, wrapping his tongue around the foreign syllables and relishing the way that her eyes widened as he spoke her name. It was an unusual name, but Guy was convinced that he had heard it lately before today. Pushing that aside, for there were far more important matters at hand, he stared hungrily into her eyes. “My name is Guy, Isolde.”
“Guy,” she obediently murmured with a soft sigh, heady and intoxicated by the sensations that were taking control of her against her will. “Won’t you tell me what I must do now, Guy?”
Though his cock was demanding its instant satisfaction, Guy was determined to savour this moment and torment the wench for daring to capture and restrain him in this manner. “Why, Isolde,” he said, forcing his voice to stay calm and soft, “first you must ready us both for the act we will perform.”
“R-ready?” she said, moistening her lips nervously.
The sight of her tongue moving across her full, red lips was a glorious one, and it needed a great effort for Guy to continue thinking clearly. “Aye, wench, ready,” he said hoarsely. “It is not as simple as simply climbing on top of my cock and allowing nature to do her work. First, I must see you unclad.”
“Unclad?” Isolde shook her head with rising panic. “Oh, no – is it not enough to just lift my skirts?”
“Isolde, if you are to steal this from me then you will not deny me the sight of your naked body! You wish to pleasure me, remember?”
Despite the fact that he was so securely shackled to the bed, helpless to do anything to punish her, the ominous tone of his voice and the flashing of his dark eyes made it impossible for Isolde to disobey him. Swallowing back a sob, she slipped down from the bed and stood at the foot of it, her shaking hands reaching around behind her to unfasten the lace ties of her gown.
Guy raised his head to watch her. Though it was now dark outside, the moonlight streaming in through the small, dirty window combined with the flames dancing merrily in the hearth provided him with enough light to be able to study every detail of his captor; and indeed, the ethereal nature of the flickering light only made the sight of Isolde as she disrobed more enchanting, making her seem as if she truly was the nymph or angel he had wildly imagined her to be.
Isolde pulled the gown over her head, leaving her clad in only a thin shift. The dark circles of her breasts showed through the material in the firelight, straining against the linen as it stretched tightly across the full breasts. Guy sucked in a sharp breath, tense and desperate to see more. “And the shift, wench!” he urged her.
Her heart racing, Isolde obeyed his command, slowly lifting the shift to expose all of herself to his greedy stare. As the material moved up her body with a torturous lack of haste, Guy began to breathe heavily, every inch of soft, pale skin that was revealed to him inflaming his desire further.
When the shift moved over her hips, revealing the soft nest of dark curls between her legs, Guy could not restrain a loud groan of desperation. He had never seen anything so erotic and desirable, despite the many years of experience he had had of taking his pleasure from women, and he was growing ever more convinced that he could never allow Isolde to slip away from him when this was done. “Isolde, you are tormenting me!” he exclaimed painfully, fighting against his shackles despite the fact that he knew that the iron would not give way. “Tear away the damned shift, now!”
With a panicked gasp she did as he commanded, her breasts spilling free of the material and bouncing up and down as she raised her arms to pull the shift away. “And n-now?” she whispered fearfully, fighting back the urge to cover herself with her hands, for she sensed that such a thing would enrage him.
The fear in her eyes reminded Guy of a cornered animal, aware that its hunter was closing in for the kill and helpless to do anything to prevent it. Clenching his fists tightly as he watched her nipples visibly stiffen upon being exposed to the night air, he stared at her intently. “And now, Isolde, you must come here. I need to make you ready for me, and that will begin with you delivering your lovely tits to my mouth for me to kiss them.”
Isolde took a step backwards, shaking her head frantically. “Oh, no, please – that cannot be necessary, surely!”
“Oh, but it is!” he hissed, thrilling in the compulsion he saw in her eyes to obey him despite her obvious distress and nerves. “It is for your sake that I wish to do so, Isolde, for it will reduce the pain you will feel when you surrender your maidenhead to me. Back to the bed – now!”
Her legs trembling underneath her, Isolde moved back around the bed as if in a dream, climbing up onto the white sheets and perching on the very edge of the bed at Guy’s side. “Please, Guy,” she begged, so softly that he barely heard her. “Must you torment me so?”
“Certainly not – if you will undo my restraints, then I will gladly make love to you this very moment, Isolde,” he suggested instantly, scowling darkly as he tugged again upon the shackles.
“I dare not release you!” Isolde murmured in horror, convinced by the way that his eyes were smouldering with such lust that if she did so, he would punish her grievously for her actions. Her intention was to ply him with mead again once the task was complete, giving her time to undo his bonds and slip away from the cottage before he awoke again.
“Then if you will not release me, Isolde, you must at the very least obey me and follow every one of my commands to do this at my pace, torturous though you might find it!” Guy snarled, deeply frustrated still by being unable to touch the woman he so desired. “Come closer, my wicked little wench; I want you to straddle my waist and lean forwards towards my face.”
Isolde closed her eyes tightly, but her body seemed to be moving of its own accord to obey him. Her body felt as if it was aflame with embarrassment as Guy stared at her, seemingly hungry to take in every detail of her naked form. Shifting uncomfortably, she cautiously lowered herself on top of him, moving away from his cock and further up towards his chest before leaning forwards as he commanded.
“Further, Isolde!” he urged her hoarsely as her breasts fell forwards, stopping just inches away from his parted lips. “I must kiss them, my enchantress; can you not tell how I am yearning for you?!”
“Do you – you do desire me, then?” she whispered hesitantly, unsure why it was that his answer mattered so to her but suddenly desperate to hear from Guy’s lips that he did want her before she gave herself to him in the most irrevocable of ways.
“You cannot have any doubt of that, Isolde!” he exclaimed, his astonishment that she even had to ask making him momentarily forget his rage. “Come, wench, you are beautiful; I know that you saw how my cock hardens for you!”
“For me?” she repeated uncertainly. “I thought...I thought that would happen with any woman –“
“No, foolish girl!” he interrupted, amazed by this fresh evidence of her naivety. “You are no child; do you know nothing of these things?”
“Apparently not – I know only what little I have been told,” Isolde confessed, gasping as Guy deliberately shifted underneath her to bring her breasts closer to his mouth. “I know what must be done to remove my maidenhead and that you will take pleasure in doing it, but – oh!” she suddenly shrieked, for he had darted his tongue out of his mouth to caress the tip of her nipple as she spoke, and the sensation had been sinfully pleasurable, somehow connecting right to her very core.
A self-satisfied smile upon his face as she squirmed on top of him, Guy fought to keep his hips pressed into the bed. “Aye, that felt good, Isolde, did it not? It seems that you have much to learn, girl – my cock is hard and ready because it craves your body. If I did not desire you, then we would be unable to copulate no matter how hard you tried. But I do, more than I have ever desired any other woman, and I shall take great delight in being the one to teach you all of the joys that a man can give to you.” He made no mention of the fact that he had no intention of this one encounter being the only one that they would share, for he did not want to frighten her away when it seemed that she was still battling against her wish to flee from him.
Isolde was afraid of what would come, but her compulsion to do anything to avoid marrying the man her father had betrothed her to was still strong. Even that, though, lessened in comparison to the desire she now realised she felt for Guy. Though she knew how wrong it was, the touch of his tongue upon her breasts had felt so blissful that she already yearned to feel it again. “Then...then you will instruct me in what I must do – Guy?”
“Devious as you are, I find that I am powerless to resist you,” he murmured, his anger now completely forgotten in the face of her reaction to his touch. Aching to draw yet more shrieks of pleasure from her unwilling lips, he shifted again to encourage her to give her breasts to him once more.
Chapter Three
Flushed despite the chill of the air, Isolde drew a steadying breath and gathered her courage before following his unspoken command and offering her breasts to his lips, moaning softly even before he opened his mouth to draw first one, then the other in, the kisses that he delivered to them gentle yet, somehow, full of the demand and threat of far more to come. She began to rock her hips up and down, her dark hair falling forwards to cover her face.
“Ah, no, Isolde!” Guy said urgently, pulling his head away despite the intense enjoyment he had been taking from so slowly coaxing her into a state of desperate arousal. “I wish to look upon your beautiful face, my sweeting, and see your lust for me in your round eyes as I pleasure you! Hold your hair back with one arm – aye, that’s it!” he finished approvingly, for she had hastened to obey him, pulling her hair away from her face so that he could see just how flushed it had become, her eyes far darker and wider than they had been before.
“Please – oh, please!” she whispered, shyly arching her back and thrusting her breasts out again in a plea for him to resume his attentions to them.
“You know now that I cannot deny you, enchantress,” he said with a soft groan, no longer able to resist his driving instinct to make his mastery of her plain, despite the fact that he was the one who was bound to the bed. All tenderness rapidly receding again, he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, gently kissing it and wrapping his tongue around it until she began to sigh with pleasure once more, and then without warning he bit down sharply upon it.
With a loud and throaty shriek, Isolde jerked back and stared down at him with mingled fear and arousal in her eyes. “That hurt!” she said indignantly, but the deepening flush of her skin betrayed her true reaction.
“Aye, it was supposed to – but at the same time, Isolde, you enjoyed it, did you not? Now, I was enjoying myself greatly, wench; give your lovely tits back to me, and do so this very moment!” Guy growled. Isolde held back, and his face darkened with an ominous scowl. “Isolde, do you really want to infuriate me?! You cannot keep me in these restraints forever, and whilst I am angered that you tricked me into coming here, I can forgive that transgression in return for the use of your beauty. Continue to disobey me, though, and I swear, wench, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth to punish you if I must!”
“You are a cruel, heartless man, Guy!” she said with a sob.
“You think so, Isolde? I simply want your pleasure, my little enchantress – and after all, it is not my heart that you want, is it? It is only my cock that you desire. Resume your position, Isolde.”
The flashing of his dark eyes left her in no doubt that he would follow through upon his threat. Trying to ignore the fact that obeying his commands was proving to be the greatest of thrills, Isolde slowly lowered herself again to allow him to torture and tease her breasts, throwing her head back as a clenching, burning need rapidly built within her.
Finally pulling his head away again only when he felt Isolde begin to tremble violently on top of him, Guy’s hips began to rise up and down, little thrusts lifting them from the bed as his cock began to rage with impatience.”I...I think you are nearly ready for me to show you what other joys your body has in store for you, wench,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “However, I must be certain. You must kiss me now, Isolde.”
“K-kiss you?” she repeated breathlessly, not knowing what it was that her instincts were screaming out for, but certain that they could not possibly be defied much longer.
“Indeed. I want you to cover my body with your own, Isolde; lie on top of me, and then kiss me, enchantress,” he demanded. “Kiss me with all of the passion that I have awoken within you, and then when I am convinced that you are ready, my cock will be yours.”