KNIGHT ERRANT
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Dolbert rode his stalwart steed toward the castle standing on the hill. This must be the lands of King Facitus, who was being sore-pressed by a dragon according to the men at that tavern. The dragon had recently raided the castle keep and taken away with him the King's only child and the king had sent out a call for knights errant such as he. Come and rescue my beloved heir and any reward the rescuer could name within reason would be given in return.
He had pressed the men when he'd overheard it. "Is the King's Besani beautiful?" He'd asked. He'd needed "Besani" translated for him, he learned it meant the heir to the throne. That this heir was the King's daughter was part of his own knowledge of dragon lore, the dragons were always capturing princesses and beautiful maidens and taking them back to their lair.
The men had looked startled. Then one of them nudged his comrade and said, "Oh, the King's Besani is very beautiful indeed. A true vision of loveliness."
"Ah!" Dolbert raised his mug. "Then I should journey to King Facitus and rescue his, uh, Besani for him. I could ask as my reward to be given the Besani's hand in marriage, and he would have to give it to me. That would let me become King some day."
The men in the tavern took this plan of his in exceedingly good cheer. "You may well be right about that." one of them said. "And have lots of children. I only see one problem with that."
Dolbert smirked. "That won't be any problem for me." He stood and displayed his proud, majestic, muscled form. His body bulged from the heavy work he'd done, between the wearing of his massive metal armor plate and the swinging of his long, tempered sword. His face, too, was regular, sturdy, solid and handsome. "I think the King's Besani would fall instantly in love with me."
"The Besani may well find your meat to be to taste." the man nudged his comrade again, and the entire assemblage broke out in laughter.
Irked, Dolbert got up and left the tavern without further speech or a farewell. When he was king in King Facitus' place, he could think about wreaking a special retribution on this town for its rudeness to a hero such as himself!
The castle gate was opened when he approached, for a knight errant is easily visible as a visitor out of the ordinary. Inside, his horse was held by a stableboy while he was taken immediately to see the King.
"At last, at last!" the King breathed when he came in. "I did not think that any would answer my call! It has been two weeks since my beloved Besani was taken by the dragon!"
"Then my price for rescuing your Besani should seem most reasonable." Dolbert said confidently.
"Yes, yes, name it and it will be yours."
"My price is simple, your Besani's hand in marriage."
The King's eyes were wide in surprise and his mouth worked. "You want to...marry my...."
"Exactly." Dolbert said. "And I won't accept anything less!"
The King's mouth worked a bit longer, and then he said, "Well, I must admit, just between you and myself, given what you have asked of me, that you seem to be just the sort of man that my Besani would prefer as partner in the marriage bed. My only condition is that my Besani must wish to marry you. Agreed?"
"We have an agreement." Dolbert said heartily.
"You should ride immediately." the King went on hastily. He seemed to be choking somewhat. "I am very concerned about my Besani, after all, and you'll want to propose as soon as you can, before some other suitor beats you to the dragon's lair." He choked further.
"I shall not fail you." Dolbert bowed and left. Behind him, the King's choking sounds got louder and louder. Was the King actually laughing? Perhaps he had called in a jester to ease his worries. No matter...Dolbert had a maiden faire to save!
The dragon's lair was two days' ride and though Dolbert rode with all dispatch (a knight's steed must be chosen for ability to carry heavy loads, not for speed), the word of his quest preceded him. At every village, men and women lined up and wished him all luck on his quest and that he and the Besani would be very happy together. There was much merrymaking and laughter as he rode by, his prowess' reputation must have preceded him.
Then there was the hours going up the dried-up rill that led to the dragon's cavern. The dragon's heat had evaporated the brook that had once wended this way. Now it was gone, the place was trimmed with dead, dried bushes and pale gray stones.
He had just caught sight of the dragon's cave when the dragon attacked. Dolbert was caught on an open area and could only raise up his lance to meet the dragon's rushing attack.
Had the dragon been flying, he could not have prevailed but the dragon was using its legs only to rush at him. The dragon impaled itself on his lance, which unluckily pierced only a shoulder blade rather than the chest barrel. The lance was knocked out of his grasp and the dragon tossed its forebody, tossing the lance into the away from itself and from Dolbert.
The dragon roared, and the force of the impact knocked Dolbert off his horse, which sensibly enough raced out of the way as soon as it felt Dolbert fall out of the saddle. This left him on his back, pinned down by his own armor, facing a wounded dragon.
Only armed with his sword as the dragon came toward him. Cautiously this time, it advanced, and as Dolbert felt the heat of its nostrils closing on him, he stabbed at one of the dragon's large, yellow, cat-like eyes.
This time his blow went true. Into the eye and up into the brain case, the dragon gave a single howl of pain that tore at Dolbert's ears painfully, it was so high-pitched, and then the huge body of the dragon fell beside him. The dragon was dead.
Dolbert attempted to rise, to see if adrenaline would be enough to let him rise despite the oppressive weight now pinning him by his chest and back and arms and legs to the ground. He could move some, but only some. He would have to roll his way to a nearby tree or something that he could grip enough to slowly, painfully, drag himself upright.
"Are you all right?" came a voice rather deeper than Dolbert had expected. The princess must have caught a cold while in the dragon's lair and her voice was hoarse.
"I'm fine." Dolbert gasped. "Just held down by this damnable armor of mine. Are you the Besani of King Facitus?" He tried to raise his head but still could not see his to-be-bride.
"I am. And you have slain the dragon and set me free. How can I show you my gratitude?"
"You can give me the only reward I have asked of your father." Dolbert raised his head again, still no luck. But the Besani was moving closer, soon he would see his treasure.
"And what would that be?"
"The honor of your hand in marriage."
"To who?" the voice was bewildered.
"To me, of course."
"To you?
"Yes." Dolbert struggled again. The voice was close, very close. "I wish to marry you, oh Besani of King Facitus. I have heard of your beauty and good nature and wish to make you my wife."
"You have heard of me?"
"Yes. Yes." Dolbert was getting frustrated. Was the Besani an idiot? So much the better, he could rule without deferring to her. "I wish to marry you."
"You have not even seen me." the Besani said.
"I don't need to see you. I love you." Dolbert said and tried to see the Besani once again. "Tell me yes, that you will marry me. Please, say yes."
A sigh, heavy as snowfall in winter. "So long have I wished for a man as strong and handsome and brave as you to ask me that, but I never dreamed that day would possibly come. Yes. I'll marry you."
Dolbert sighed. "You have made me incredibly happy. Now, pray, let me see my bride's face."
The Besani moved over to beside Dolbert's head and Dolbert looked up at his betrothed.
"Oh." was all he said. The Besani was NOT a maiden faire by any means, and the failure to achieve this status was not due to fairness of face, imperfections of skin or regularity of body. The Besani, quite simply was not a maiden faire because the Besani was not a maiden!
"Is there a problem?" The Besani asked, kneeling beside him.
"I thought that dragons only capture and keep captive beautiful maidens." Dolbert said dumbly.
"Well, this one didn't." The Besani was most emphatically not a girl, but a young man, whose body was not the muscled powerhouse of Dolbert, but not the least effeminate, not as tall as Dolbert but not frail, not as handsome as Dolbert, but bore a face that was attractive and well-formed. "I'd tell you why, but I don't understand dragons any better than you do."
"I can't marry you!" Dolbert bleated. "Gods and serpents, I told the King that was all I needed for a reward and he told me that all I had to do was get you to agree and...Gods and spiders! He doesn't owe me a blessed thing for my rescuing of you and killing of the dragon! He can turn me out without a single copper!"
"So you won't marry me after all?" the Besani asked.
"Of course I won't!" Dolbert stormed.
"Why not?"
"Why not? Why not? Because you're missing out an important part of the body required for marriage."
"Which part is that?"
Maybe this Crown Prince was an idiot after all! "The part that lets you have sex with me, is what."
"Oh. That." The Besani rose to his feet.
"Help me up and I'll take you back to your father and that will be the end of it." he said. "Gods, slugs and snails, I've outsmarted myself! A promise to marry and the promise turns out to be for me to marry another man!"
He felt a hitching at the belt at his waist. It was being undone. Useless, for the removal of his full armor, this would only release the part of it around his loins, the part he could undo easily to let him take care of bodily functions without removing major pieces of armor. The armor there was only a chain-mail girdle, flexible but not as impervious as plate armor.
"If you can remove my chest armor, I think I could rise without any further aid from you." Dolbert advised as the girdle was unwrapped to lie beneath him on either side. Beneath this was a cloth wrap of similar style, tied to his waist by a tie sewn to the top, it warded his bare skin from the cold, clanking, pinching chainmail. "The ties to the chest armor are on either side at...gurk!" The cloth wrap was being untied and he felt the undeniable touch of a breeze upon his bare genitals. "What are you doing, untying that?" and Dolbert tried to rise again. If he could get his hands on the ground in a way that would give him leverage to lift his upper body, he might yet....
"Guh!" he fell back as his hands failed him in this. Not their fault, with his arms practically at ground level as well, and held down by metal pieces, he could only move his hands and arms around by walking them on his fingertips like twin spiders. "What are you doing, Besani of King Facitus?" he demanded.
"Granting my rescuer the only boon he seems to require." the Besani said. "And convincing my rescuer that marriage to me is not entirely out of the question. Not if the only reason is an inability to have sex with you, that is."
"But you don't have a...an orifice for sex that...huh!" Now Dolbert's manhood wasn't exposed entirely to air, now he was being held tightly by a hand that had never endured long hours of labor, yet were trained into being strong and adept just the same, the soft velvety palm encasing his shaft and the fingers fastening it in place, and the hand was moving upon him, up and down, and his cock, denied for days as he had ridden toward first the castle and then the dragon's lair, revenged itself by rising promptly and eagerly to full attention, the head peering out of the foreskin at the world about it, its lone eye asking if this was a place where it wanted to be.
"You maybe can pleasure me with your hand, but that is nothing I could not do for myself if I chose and....Ah-ah-ah-hahhhhh!"
The princely mouth had descended upon him and the warm, wet lips and tongue now bathed him in liquid attentions. Down it went, over his glans, down the shaft, taking most of the nine inches of Dolbert's pride and joy, and held it there, buried and submerged in royal warmth, and then rising up, the lips clinging tightly, milking upwards, the tongue darting playfully about as the mouth rose upwards, and then as the foreskin alone was held captive within, the teeth caught and tugged at it , only nipping the sensitive skin but in doing so, sending a wave of pleasure through Dolbert's body.
"Ah, gah, ah, gahh, hahhh!" Dolbert moaned.
"And could you do this for yourself, oh brave knight errant?" the Besani taunted him.
"Serpents, snails, spiders and slugs, if only I could rise up, I'd give you what for, royal blood or no!" Dolbert snarled. "That I could slay a dragon only to lie helpless while you torment me thus, it is unbearable!"
"Oh, I think you can bear it very well." the Besani returned. "I merely wish to convince you utterly that there is nothing a woman can do for you that I cannot do as well or better."
"Your father knew you well." Dolbert muttered bitterly. "When he told me that he thought I was a meat you would relish. That more than anything convinced me of your femininity. And instead, what he meant was this!"
The Besani's answer was to dive back onto Dolbert's dong and now the prince bobbed up and down upon Dolbert's pud several times. Dolbert could not do anything but writhe beneath these attentions, unable to prevent them, unable to do anything but wriggle as his body was a royal plaything, his manhood and his virility serving only to be slid in and out of the Besani's mouth and throat, and for Dolbert, it only served to drive him madder with unwanted desire! Traitor body, it cared nothing for how it was served, it only cared that it was served! He had a man sucking his cock, it could have been a beautiful woman, an ugly hag, a salt-hungry dog, a watermelon with a hole carved into it, all were one and the same to his man-tower, it only cared that it was held, moved, the skin tickled and stimulated, and it would do the same thing, feel the same way here.
"You have not matched a woman in this." he gasped out. "A-whooh! A woman can do what you could never do, ah-gah! She could lie upon me and look into my eyes as we made love, yet I cannot even see you as you do this! Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooh!"
And I shall do the like for you now." the Besani said as he again released Dolbert's manhood. "You are prepared now for my full attentions."
Dolbert heard the sounds of undressing and realized what was about to happen. Gah, this was frustrating! He was pinned not by bonds or by weight of superior force, but the very armor designed to guard his body had betrayed it instead into this man's hands. He looked at the now-dead dragon nearby, could he writhe over to it and catch hold of that rather formidable body in a way that would let him pick himself up?
He was about to try when he saw the Besani standing over him, fully naked and saw the prong of the young prince jutting out in front of him. A magnificent specimen indeed, it gave nothing in size to Dolbert's, and its circumcised tip gave it a cleanly grace of sculpted beauty his own wrinkled foreskin denied his own prod.
And the Besani sat on his stomach, winced and wriggled to get the chest armor in front of him entirely, and then the prince's hand was reaching to guide Dolbert's spit-greased cock up into his nether regions. Dolbert felt the crevice of the royal buttocks as they slid on either side of his shaft, and then the hand twitched and the glans of Dolbert's dong was touching a hot indentation between the princely buns, and Dolbert moaned anew.
"Yes, you see, I can look upon you as we make love." the Besani told Dolbert. "Do you still deny that I could give you everything a woman could?"
"No, no more." Dolbert whispered as that hot wetness again enclosed him, this time tighter than ever. "You can give me everything a woman can when it comes to making love. I take back all I have said."
"That's better." The Besani smiled down at him, winced again. "This chest armor of yours is causing a blockage here, if I...ah!"
Dolbert felt the tight asshole slowly admit him while the Besani slathered his own dong with his saliva, ferrying it from his lips with his hand and stroking it. Dolbert could just see the motions, though the cock itself was now below the horizon of his chest plate.
"Now all I need to do is...." The Besani muttered, and Dolbert felt the hot wet dong as Besani slipped it underneath his chest plate and onto Dolbert's stomach. There was scant room there, but it fit and the Besani got his cock fully into place, and with his cock rubbing Dolbert's stomach with every twitch of his hips, he began to fuck himself on Dolbert's prong.
"Ah, ah, this armor of yours is useful indeed." the Besani moaned as he moved. "It hold you down for me and also holds my manhood close to your body, and so we can please each other at the same time! Ahhh, ahhh, yes, my rescuer, my hero, my betrothed and my beloved. Marry me, and we shall do this every night and twice during the day if you choose."
"Ah, ah, ah!" Dolbert was too close to his own climax to discuss anything, he began to thrust upwards at the Besani, his passion lending strength to his body, he tired, but not before driving his body right up to the edge, the Besani's motions completed the task as Dolbert surrendered, lay back, and let his penis' passions rule his whole body! "Ah, ah, hah, hah-hah-AH-HAH-HAH-AH-HAH-HAH, HAHHHHHHH, HUNNNNHHHH, GUH!" And he was pumping his jizz up into the royal ass, a hot rushing flood of spunk that sprayed lustily, poured upwards, ran downwards and bathed his balls in his own come spent and cooling.
But the heat it gave up was all the Besani needed, the Crown Prince felt the hot assault into his bowels, his eyes opened wide, his mouth opened wider, and he groaned and Dolbert felt hot seed jet onto his stomach, scissored flat and wide and it soaked into his skin and into his undertunic both, hot, sticky, plentiful and fruitful.
Dolbert closed his eyes and let his desires hold sway, and then it was over and he was gasping when the Besani finished his own ejaculation and fell over to lie upon Dolbert's cold-metal chest. But the lips that sought and found his were warm, warm!
"And now my rescuer has received his reward." the Besani said after a time. "If you want out of your proposal, I shall release you...if that is what you truly want."
Dolbert was silent a moment, and then said, "What I want most of all, now, is to get up."
And the Besani aided him in gaining his feet once again.
Two days later, the two were back at the castle in front of King Facitus. "Well, Dolbert, knight errant, it appears you have won your battle with the dragon." The King said this without prompting by more than the dragon's head, which Dolbert held as a grisly trophy in one hand. "You have told me your chosen reward, and I played a poor joke upon you by accepting it without explanation, for which I now am heartily ashamed. Tell me what you wish, O Knight Errant, and I shall give it to you in place of my son's hand in marriage, if I possibly can."
"What I wish." Dolbert said, smiling at the Besani, "Is for you to keep your word. Might I and your son have our wedding soon?"
The King turned his eyes to his son and then back again. "Then I say welcome, Dolbert, chosen royal consort of the Besani, and we shall make the arrangements as expeditiously as we can."
Dolbert smiled. Royal consort. Yes, he was a knight errant no more!
THE END
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