Courtly Love
Dietrich thought back on the first time he was sent to work for Avelina and how she took his breath away. Her beauty was more than he could withstand. Her skin was milky and soft as silk. Her eyes were green and fierce. Her lips always held a devilish smirk. Her dark hair plaited was rapped delicately on her head with gems and a veil. Her short stature belied her powerful presence. She might have been small but she emitted an aura was that was 10 feet tall. She was graceful and her walk was dignified and seductive.
With every touch she sent his soul to shiver. He could barely stand the torture of her presence. He would make eye contact for longer than was polite and smiled at her often. She started to blush at him back then which made it obvious to him that she was well aware of his feelings. He would find any excuse to be in the room with her and to stand near her even though it pained him to do so. Every time they close his heart felt as though it would burst. He would do anything she commanded just to be near her.
It was risky. Her husband, Lord Edmund must never find out his feelings or he would be in a world of trouble, but Dietrich couldn’t help himself. He started with the first love letter. He addressed it to Selene which was the Greek goddess of the moon. He slipped it to her when they were alone and walked away with his heart pounding. He would never forget her reaction. She waited until they were alone again then she smacked him hard across the face and said it was for his waiting so long before sending it to her. He knelt down and kissed her hand, begging for forgiveness. He loved it for some reason and he didn’t know why. He loved it when she was rough with him and she figured it out immediately.
They had to be secretive and most of their interactions were while the lord was away on business. She first started out with hitting him when he was late or failed a task she sent him on. Then she showed him a whip one night and he grinned in delight. She beat him across the back for his lengthy trip away from the castle. He felt himself become extremely aroused from the sensation. She held him to her bosom afterward and stroked his hair gently. It was months of this pain, with affectionate caresses from her along with letters he sent to her speaking of the torment she caused his soul from being near her but not being able to be her lover. He praised her for her beauty, her intelligence, her talents and everything about her. Finally she kissed him upon the cheek, but the cheek only.
A year had passed when finally he came to her with the news that he had fought the highwaymen and defeated them in her name for her honor. He knelt at her feet to tell her the news. She grabbed him around the face with both hands and pulled him up to meet her. Then she gave him a deep passionate kiss that sent his heart soaring. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close against his body. She could feel his member grow hard and she rubbed herself against it. She was flushed when they were done. This was the first time she confessed her love to him as well. He fell to his knees at the news and kissed her feet, telling her how much he worshiped and loved her.
After that he lavished her with gifts. He would bring her flowers, silks, jewelry and confections. Anything she wanted he would provide for her. She allowed him to see her naked about six months after the kiss but he was only allowed to touch her back, legs and arms. He would give her massages, bathe her and rub her in oils and perfume. When she was upset with him she would beat him and he was tortured with his desires. His only escape from his sexual desires was the pain she caused him. Each hit across his back released something deep within him.
It had been two years of courting Lady Avelina and he finally received a letter from her speaking of her burning desires and her loneliness. She had praised him for keeping her so happy while her lord husband was away. She praised him for the completion of all tasks and quests she had required of him. She praised him of his patience with her. She discussed her guilt and shame for her feelings which were ungodly and sinful to the outside world. She expressed how now she believed that such love couldn’t be ungodly and if it was then she was prepared to face hell for her beloved. She asked to meet with him at nightfall after her handmaiden returned to her quarters.
His heart was ready to burst as he read the letter written in his very own lady’s hand. He kissed it and held it brusquely against his chest. He could feel his heart pounding out a heavy beat. He breathed in to calm himself. He groomed himself as perfectly as he could before meeting with her. He had to be perfect. He sweetened his breath, combed his hair, groomed his beard and dressed in his finest.
Avelina waited for her beloved Sir Dietrich in her bedchamber. Her heart pounded so fiercely she thought she may die. She was so uncertain about her decisions. What if someone were to find out? Surely Lord Edmund would have them both executed. She was married to Lord Edmund as an alliance between their families as most marriages were made. They had two lovely children together, one daughter and one son. She had grown to love him but he was older and felt more like a father figure to her. He was good looking enough for her to make love to him. He was kind and never cruel. However, there was something missing.
As soon as she laid eyes on Dietrich she felt a stirring in her soul. She grew wet whenever he was near her. She pleased herself in bed at night to quench her aching thirst for him. Her heart was heavy. She knew her thoughts were sinful but she was overwhelmed by them. She blamed him for his existence. It tormented her so. She had hit him for waiting but she knew deep down that it was because he brought her these sinful feelings. It felt so good to beat him. She beat out all her anger about the world. She beat out her anger with him and her situation. She felt trapped in this marriage and as a woman. She had little say over anything in her life except running the household. She was in a gilded cage. He made her feel free in his arms. She was in charge of him. She had complete control and that made her feel so exquisitely free.
She had combed out her long dark auburn hair and allowed the waves to flow around her shoulders and back. She wore her favorite dress, red trimmed in gold and pearls with dagged sleeves and a revealing laced up bodice. She lounged on the bed on her side with a glass of wine and some grapes as she awaited his arrival. He had no idea how much her feelings mirrored his own. He had no idea just how much his presence also tortured her. She rubbed down her body to relieve some of the excitement that arose from the thought of him.
Finally, the door to her chamber slowly squealed open and her beloved knight was at the door. He peered into the room with anticipation. He was stunning in his blue jerkin over a golden tunic. His sword hung from his hip emphasizing its cut from his torso. His muscles showed through his sleeves and britches. His long wavy black hair fell around his face framing his seductive smile and his icy blue eyes. He sauntered in toward her bed slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of her.
He reached the bedside and dropped to his knees, bowing his head to her as usual. She delicately displayed her hand and he took it and gently kissed it. The touch sent a surge through her arm and over her body. She relished the moment then gave him permission to rise from his position. He sat down on the bed next to her and leaned in to kiss her. She allowed him to kiss her on the cheek. It sent another surge through her and she felt herself grow wet and achy.
“May I?” he asked motioning to the grapes. She nodded approval in response.
He began to feed her the grapes then he moved to her feet. He rubbed her feet and she lay back to enjoy the sensation. She moaned with pleasure and closed her eyes to revel in it. Each grip sent her head whirling and spinning and she felt her body relax completely. Then she sat up and looked him in the eyes and grabbed his face.
“I can’t stand it anymore. I want you tonight. Duties and obligations be damned. My marriage be damned. You were meant for me. You belong to me and I will have what is mine. Now, undo my dress,” she commanded.
He delicately unlaced her bodice and slowly pulled it from her dress. Then he began pulling off her dresses and small clothes until she was naked before him. He bent down and kissed her feet passionately as his breathing became heavy. He rubbed her legs and feet and kissed and kissed them, moaning with desire.
“I worship you, my goddess, you who shine upon my soul like the moon itself. You give me comfort and bless me with your love. Without you I am nothing. I am yours to command. Whatever you will have of me is my desire. I want nothing more but to please you. Just to touch your delicate skin is a blessing and I am grateful for your divine providence,” he whispered as she groveled at her feet at the other end of the bed.
“You may massage my aching muscles. Bring me pleasure for today was stressful and I am tense,” she gave him permission.
She rolled over on her stomach and he moved to straddle her bottom. He began kneading her back and neck muscles gently at first then more rough. She groaned with the intense pain she felt as the tight muscles were worked. Then sighed as they began to loosen and relax. He moved over each arm and each leg kneading out the kinks until she was completely relaxed.
“You may touch me everywhere,” she informed him breathlessly.
He started breathing rapidly and moaning as he anticipated the touch. Then she felt him gently lay his hand on her ass and started to squeeze the muscles there. Then he straddled her again and slid his hands underneath, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing the tension from them. She could feel his heartbeat through her back even through his clothing. His breath was hot on her neck. She moaned with desire and she felt an aching deep inside her womb.
He finished his massage and asked if it was enough. It was enough and more. He moved beside her and she sat up. She started tearing at his clothing and he helped her remove each layer until he was as naked as she was. His stiff penis stood erect saluting her as an erected monument in her honor. She became so excited she couldn’t stand it and slapped him.
“Why must you make me feel this way?” she demanded and smacked and punched his face and chest. His erection never wavered and he grinned at her in excitement.
“I am sorry I vex you so. Tell me to leave and I shall. Tell me to never return and I won’t,” he said in a hushed tone and bit his lip. “I am at your command, my lady, body, soul and mind.
She shoved him down on the bed and straddled him, licking, biting and clawing at his flesh and pulling his hair until she felt some relief. He moaned and groaned with every ounce of pain and every moment her skin slid against his. His engorged member began weeping a little moister and she rubbed it with her finger and put her finger in his mouth. He sucked the juices from it dutifully and she laughed. She crawled over him and sat on his face, rubbing herself all over him until he was covered in her juices and she was ready to burst at the seams. She stroked his stomach and chest as she did so.
“Touch me. Touch me, inside and out. Touch me with your fingers and kiss me with your mouth,” she commanded him and he obeyed.
He groped at her breasts and face as she continued to ride his face. He began kissing her vulva fervently. He nibbled and sucked and slid his tongue all around her femininity. He slid his hands around her ass and stuck his finger inside of her as he continued to kiss her clitoris. She bent over him and lay against his chest as she rode his face. Then he used the wet finger to place inside of her ass, slowly and gently he worked it in. She began to yell out in pleasure. Then he stuck his other hand’s fingers inside of her vaginal entrance. She yelled out and yelled out until her body quaked, shivered and tensed up with ecstasy. She called out his name as her orgasm took her over. She had never had this sensation with Edmund. She felt her whole body was alight with energy. She was vibrating as if she were a flame in the hearth. Her head was in the clouds and she couldn’t hold a single thought. Just as she relaxed and felt the pleasure and peace roll over her body, the wave of intensity came again and she yelled out. This continued over and over until she was lost in the ecstasy.
Finally she had her fill of the waves that overwhelmed her and she wanted him inside of her. She moved down, sliding her vulva along his chest and his stomach until she reached his engorged member. Then she slid it inside of her using her hand to guide it. She grabbed his legs to brace herself. It was much larger than Edmund’s and it filled her to the brim. She was tight around it and felt it pressing inside her. She sighed with relief as it caressed the walls of her womb. It was everything she had wanted for the last two years. She started to roll her hips into a rhythm and she heard him cry out as he started to tense.
She jumped up hastily from her position and stood over him. “You haven’t spilled your seed, have you?” she asked accusatively.
“Not yet,” he answered breathlessly.
“You mustn’t. You must not impregnate me. You must tell me when you feel it,” she commanded.
“I am at your command,” he agreed.
She crawled back up to his face to give him a break and try to get rid of his edge. She sat on his face again and began to rid it as she came again and again and again. Then she slid back down his body and turned to face him this time. She slid him into her and pulled his body up to meet her. She kissed him hungrily as she rode him to a fierce rhythm. She bit and clawed at him with each intense feeling rising up. His muscular hands grabbed her hair and her back in response. She began to shiver and shake and her hole tightened around his dick in a pulsing manner. It tensed and released, tense and released, over and over as she screamed out. It felt like her entire body was tingling and exploding with sensations.
He stated to moan in a panic and pushed on her to let her know what was about to happen. She jumped up from him and looked at him and down at it. “Not yet,” he informed her again. She got on all fours with her ass in the air and her face in the pillow.
“Kiss it! Kiss it!” she yelled.
He jumped up to his knees behind her as if it were life threatening for him to remain on the bed beside her. He grabbed each ass cheek with his hands and slid his fingers into her anus and her vaginal opening and rubbed them in and out, caressing her cheeks as he did so. He did this until she screamed out and clung to the pillow.
“Your desire, your pleasure is my only need. I live to serve you,” he whispered. “I am at your whim.”
He shoved his face into her, his nose up her asshole and his tongue swirling around in her entrance. His fingers rubbed vigorously over her clitoris and labia. She screamed again and again with orgasms coming over and over. She had never felt such pleasure in her life. She wanted him again. She stood up on her knees and faced him. She kissed him and her juices smeared across her own face. They both were dripping with sweat, bodies sparking in the candlelight. She grabbed at him fervently as she pressed her mouth into his with all her might. She shoved him to the bed again and straddled him. She slid slowly onto him this time. She was excruciatingly slow. He tensed and tightened with each stroke and grabbed at her desperately. He moaned in her ear and she covered his mouth with her own.
He had realized from before how much she loved anal play and slid his fingers into her ass. This caused her to speed up. She began slamming into him rapidly and huffing with the movement. She could feel his fingers sliding in and out of her with his dick and every hole was screaming in ecstasy until she came again and fell on top of him in rapture.
He stroked her hair and face. “Does my lady give me permission to come?” he asked in a low grumbling tone that sent her heart skipping.
She jumped up and bent over the bed. She grabbed a crop from the floor. “No you do not. You have been bad. You must be punished,” she informed him and pushed him over to his stomach.
She started to whip his back and butt with the crop. He grunted with each blow and grabbed at the sheets in desperation. She bent over and seductively licked the welts on his back. He began to get goosebumps and she began licking his neck and ear in response. She slid her vulva against his ass in a rhythm as she licked and kissed him. She pushed him to roll over and he did as she willed it. She crawled back up him and placed herself on his face once more. She made sure his tongue was at her clit. He slid his hands under her ass until he reached her openings and began pleasing her with his fingers again. She grabbed the footboard with her hands and rode him hard. He had difficulty keeping his hands inside of her due to her vigorous movements. She came again and she knew what she wanted. She wanted him inside her again.
She slid down his face and chin to his chest. Then she slid slowly down to his dick until she felt it poke her in the butt. She got the idea of how to let him come and not become pregnant but she still wanted him in her vagina. So she placed him inside her and rode him gently until she came once more. Then she saw he was good and tense. She slid it out and placed it slowly in her asshole. It was a tight fit and she had to go very slow so as not to hurt herself. She felt her ass hit his pelvis and he was all the way inside of her. She slowly and gently moved up and down the length of him. He rubbed her clit with one hand and entered her hole with the other as she rode him slowly and cautiously. She felt herself become more open and became more vigorous with it. He was extremely tense and she started to come. She yelled out as his body tensed up.
“Oh, please, my lady, can I come? Can I come? Can I finally come?” he begged.
“Oh yes you may!” she gave her consent.
His body quaked beneath her as she tensed up on him. She felt her vagina clench and unclench his hand and she felt her anus squeeze his member in response. He shook and shuddered and growled beneath her. His whole body was rigid and stiff, his hand firm between her legs. She forced herself to move up and down him which was difficult because her body wanted to become rigid as well. They screamed together. Then she fell to his chest and pulled herself up to allow him to leave her openings. They both just breathed in each other’s arms as they relaxed and allowed the bliss to fill them.
It was absolutely divine. How could anything that felt so divine be a sin? She knew he was hers and no one else’s. He belonged to her. He was a divine gift to her. She must have him always. She wanted him like no other. She had never felt so alive. Her husband ruled the land, but she ruled this knight, heart and soul.
