the demanding flood for as long as his will power and muscle control could, he soaked in the liquid heat of her imploding body.
Then the trembling walls of control tumbled and he came. Prodigiously.
His back arched and he strained forward seeking to cram his prodding rod even deeper into her so very tight cunt.
The burning rush of semen and sperm that boiled up from his balls surprised him. But come he did-in blast jets of thick lava-hot cream, that splattered the contracting walls of her vagina, coating them with his seed.
Unable to maintain the strength in his arms under the draining release, he collapsed atop the woman beneath him. She groaned with pleasure, locking her arms around his back and holding him as he rocked in violent climax.
Exhausted and fulfilled, they rolled to their sides, still joined in their intimate union, enjoying the feel of each other. Neither spoke.
Instead their hands tenderly caressed and their lips lightly brushed thank-you's.
He regained a bit of his strength after such arduous lovemaking and his penis had deflated to a limp sleeping snake. The whole experience he had just undergone hit him in a delayed shock reaction. Hell, he didn't even know the name of this beautiful woman lying in his arms.
'Excuse me, uh… ' he broke the silence.
'Terri, my lord,' she added for him. 'My name's Terri.'
'Terri?' he puzzled. 'I once knew a girl named Terri in my homelands, but that was many, many years ago.'
'Was she pretty, milord?' she coyly questioned.
'Quit fishing for compliments, wench,' Ponkert scolded. 'She was very pretty. But you are beautiful.' Whereupon he showed the truth of his statement with a long, lingering kiss.
'But as I started off, a moment ago-I'm new to your lands and was wondering if you'd mind answering a few of the questions puzzling me?' he said as their lips parted.
'I would only be too glad to be of service, milord,' she replied. 'What is it you wish to know?'
'First off, what do you call this land?' Ponkert questioned.
Terri stared at him. 'Why, milord, I call it home.'
'Home? Does it not have another name?' he pressed, somewhat perplexed by her answer.
'Another name? Not that I know of' she replied.
'Okay,' he said, realizing he was stalemated on that point. 'What can you tell of the man I found trying to rape you?'
Now her face twisted slightly in puzzlement, 'Why, milord, that was Sir Yngvi. He lives in a castle of iron a few kilometers from here.'
'So Yngvi is the bastard's name,' Ponkert mused. 'I suppose you are some princess the black knight was carrying off to his castle to lock away in a tower?'
'Oh, no, milord!' Terri quickly corrected. 'I am a scullery maid and I work in Sir Yngvi's castle. I was simply walking in the woods when Yngvi came upon me. He was just fooling around. I probably would've submitted had it been anyone else. But I'd rather be had by an epileptic pig than Sir Yngvi!'
Ponkert laughed at the girl's disgust with her employer. 'Yes, I'll admit he did look a bit like the results of a Mongolian grudge fuck!'
'Listen!' Terri quieted him, placing her fingers to his lips.
He did, but beard nothing. 'What's the matter?'
'Horses, milord! Listen!' she replied.
Once again he followed her instruction and heard the dull, hollow sound of numerous hooves striking the ground.
'Quickly, milord,' Terri urged. 'Yngvi returns with all his cohorts!'
Before Ponkert could reply, the girl had scrambled to her feet, grabbed up her thin dress from the ground and darted into the dense forest.
Ponkert turned toward the direction of the hooves. A hasty glance at a band of heavily armed and armored knights riding over one of the hills and Ponkert decided to follow his new found lover. Better to run today and live to fight tomorrow, if need be.
Catching up with the still nude Terri, he caught her by the waist with one arm and hastened her deeper into the woods. Once the shadows were thick enough to cloak them in darkness, he pulled the girl behind a broad trunk of one of the ancient oaks. Together they peered back to the clearing, where the black-clad Yngvi and six men in his crew had dismounted. All had broad-swords strapped to their waists and carried bucklers. In addition, one of the burly looking soldiers carried a huge double-bladed battle axe. Ponkert suddenly realized he had left his sword at the site of Terri's and his love making.
'Knave!' Yngvi yelled, his voice echoing through the forest. 'Let me have the girl, or I'll chop you to mincemeat and feed the pieces to the crows!'
Ponkert's stomach did one, or two, or four sickening flip-flops. He stared at the awesome array of weaponry, helplessly wondering how he could possibly fight all of them for Terri? There was no way he could take them all on and hope to win. He suddenly yearned for his laser rifle securely berthed in his escape pod.
'What will they do to you if they catch you?' he asked the girl beside him. 'Kill you?'
She shook her head. 'No, nothing that final! They will all probably take their pleasure with me, then leave me tied spread-eagled beside the road so that all passing wayfarers can take their pleasure also… '
She paused and looked at him. 'They will kill you though, if they find you.'
Ponkert shivered involuntarily. The prospect of ending his life as mincemeat for a flock of crows was far from pleasant.
'Where does this forest lead?' he asked.
'To Yngvi's castle,' she answered.
He shivered again.
'I'd better go out and let them have me,' Terri said. 'When they are gone, you can come and we'll leave together.'
'No,' Ponkert ordered. The thought of seeing the girl gangbanged wasn't his cup of tea either. It was obvious his adversaries were not connoisseurs of genteel erotic arts. 'Just give me a few moments to think!'
As he turned back for another look at his opponents, the girl whispered,
'I'm sorry, milord. You are goodly hung, but this I must do to save you from yourself!'
Ponkert never saw the rock the naked girl brought down on the back of his head. He only felt the crashing blow, then slumped to the green carpet beneath his feet, unconscious.
Chapter 4
A nest of hornets had invaded the darkness filling Ponkert's head. The buzzing accented his splitting headache and the pounding jack-hammer that unmercifully blasted through his mind. He very much wanted to be dead! But the wish seemed to be of little worth as his senses moved him through the angry hum of his universe toward the distant light of consciousness.
His eyes flickered open reluctantly and focussed on the canopy of oak limbs that blotted out the sky above-and he remembered Terri.
In reaction, he jerked up to a sitting position, only serving to arouse anew the hive of hornets that dominated his aching bead. Staring down at his own nakedness, he gingerly rubbed the back of his head. His fingers were greeted by the stickiness of oozing blood. It took a few moments for his still fuzzy vision to find a red-smeared rock near his left leg.
Even in his half-dazed condition, it didn't take long to piece two and two together and realize that his scullery maid companion had had her way and given herself to Yngvi.
Yngvi!!!
The almost encounter with the black knight and his motley crew rushed back into his mind like an avalanche!
