Return Pt. 06

Author's Note: If you are an historian especially of the Medieval Period of Europe and the Middle East please do be aware that I have taken some serious liberties with all sorts of things, especially the time the story is set in, the people, the battle tactics and the politics so please accept this as a work of complete and utter fiction and not a new and butchered version of Medieval history. Thanx

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Ferrol is a town with a naturally protected harbour so there were reasonably decent lodgings. When we arrive the evening before Esme is due to arrive we pretty much take over a well appointed tavern that overlooks the harbour. We dine on fresh fish bought off the fishing boats and grilled on the quayside. My travel companions drink wine of a questionable quality and learn new obscene songs from the fishermen who are only too eager teach their songs to my companions and in payment drink at our expense.

In the early evening, a full moon rises and sends a silvery pathway across the channel towards England. I find myself homesick for the first time ever. I want to see Bronwyn's progress, I want to sleep in my own bed and hear English spoken in the local dialect but I know that there is at least another four months to go before I can negotiate my return. A return that can only happen once the queen is delivered of the new prince and the king has claimed my son as his own and secures his lineage. Technically it will be my lineage but no one is going to rock that particular boat. At least I hope not because if it does become an issue the best I can hope for is exile from my home country. The worst of course is that I get executed either in Spain or in England. It is possibly this uncertainty that is making me restless.

"Cummon! I have always wanted to fuck on the beach in the moonlight."

Innocentia tugs on my arm and we leave the table, quietly and surreptitiously, heading for the beach which is silvery in the moonlight. Small waves ripple up the sand making a gentle hissing noise. It is very beautiful. Out of the darkness a figure appears. I reach for my dagger expecting danger but the stranger holds his hands out, fingers held wide proving he has no weapons. Then he touches his heart in a familiar gesture.

"Salaam, Ring of Spears. I am Shaheed, I come in peace and I have a message for you from the sheikh."

"Salaam Shaheed. Sorry for the bad response but your sudden appearance triggered me."

"I would have been surprised if you had reacted any other way my lord."

"Thank you. How did you find me?"

"The sheikh knew that you would be coming here to meet your wife, Lady Esme. I just waited for you to arrive and then waited for an opportune moment and my lady Innocentia provided the opportunity. "

"The sheikh is well?"

"He is indeed."

"Please convey my greetings to him and may the Almighty hold him in His hand."

"I will do that my lord."

"Thank you. And your message?"

"The sheikh wishes you to know that he still holds you in very high esteem."

I nod at this comment.

"And he would like you to know that Conchita planned to injure your wife, but that her threat has been negated, but she is still alive and that her threat has not been permanently negated. I am not at liberty to divulge any more details. The sheikh also reminds you of an earlier offer. That of a warm welcome to his court at any time, under any circumstances."

He bows formally and disappears into the darkness before I can respond.

"What did he say?" I had spoken Arabic to the messenger so Innocentia had apparently not understood the conversation.

"He said that you were a hot, scrumptious piece of womanhood and that I should not delay in throwing my cloak onto the sand and fuck you firmly from behind till you squealed."

"Liar! And I will have you know that I do not squeal!"

I spread my cloak on the sand, kneel her down on my cloak and gently expose her lovely backside all silvery in the moonlight. I apply my cock to her clit until she is indeed squealing "Fuck me," over and over again at which stage I slide my cock into her hot pussy and thrust slowly in and out of her. I am distracted by the message I have just received so I don't come till she has come at least twice.

We go back to the tavern and quietly go to my room. It is only much later that I realise that Innocentia had initiated the contact by insisting we fuck on the beach and that the messenger had confirmed that she had cooperated. I looked at her asleep next to me in the moonlight and wondered. Have I been set up, not only by Innocentia but also by Roberto who was always too drunk to notice his wife's absence? And, and, and. A number of questions now dominate my mind. "How far up does this go?", "If much further than Claudio's "special people" who is at the top of the pyramid?" I find myself paralysed by the myriad of suppositions that whirl around inside my head.

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We are still at breakfast when Esme's boat arrives but by the time it is tied up, I am walking down the gang plank.

"Where is my wife?" I ask irritated "She is not on deck waiting for me."

"In her cabin my lord. She was concerned about the cold wind affecting the child. Through that door!"

I storm through the door and am almost at the door of her cabin when there is a scuffle behind me. I whip out my dagger and swivel to face a possible threat. Lying on the floor is a man with a stab wound in his back. He has a knife still clutched in his hand. Behind him stands another man, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender, a knife still in one hand. A number of other sailors stand behind him.

"He was going to stab you my lord. We didn't trust him so we followed to protect you."

Claudio and Roberto suddenly appear behind the sailors.

"Wait!" I shout to prevent a full on battle "Out in deck. Let's sort out this out up there."

Everyone retreats onto the deck, carefully watching each other in case of treachery.

"Now," I say to the sailors "Explain yourselves."

The man who had stabbed my attacker steps forward.

"Lord John hired us to bring my lady to you. Just before we left that man arrived and showed the captain a letter from the king. It said he must join the crew. No explanation."

He hesitates.

"And?"

"We didn't trust him."

"Why?"

The man shifts uneasily on his feet. A small thickset man pushes his way forward.

"He wasn't a sailor and there's been rumours about the king and Lord John having a serious falling out. And that it was about you that they disagreed."

"And you sided with Lord John?"

"No my lord. With you. People trust you my lord."

There are nods from the crowd of sailors but it is Roberto who breaks the uneasy silence.

"He does have that knack doesn't he? Of getting people to trust him. I think we owe you a good breakfast if nothing more. Captain? We are taking you and your fine crew for breakfast while lord Robert here is reunited with his wife."

And with that they all troop off the vessel without another word.

I turn and go to Esme who is sitting by a window, my son in her arms.

"You are safe my lord?" Esme seems to be uncertain. I heard a noise and much shouting. I was scared."

"I am fine my love.

I take her and my son in my arms and hold them close.

"I have a letter for you from Iron John."

Esme opens her blouse and extracts a sealed letter.

"He said no one must know of its existence or its contents and that you must please read it and when you have understood it, destroy it utterly."

Her hand is shaking as she hands me the letter.

"You have an inkling of what is in this letter?"

"Yes, my lord. I do. Please read it though because I am sure I do not know all its contents."

I open the letter:

"Lord Robert.

It pains me to write this letter, but for both our safeties it must be written and when you have read it, it must be destroyed immediately. Both your life and mine hang on your discretion.

I regret to inform you that the king has fallen in with people who wish both you and I dead. I can no longer guaranteed your safety and I urge you to be cautious of all who surround you. One reason for this change of heart is that the queen was delivered of your child and he already bears an uncanny resemblance to you. Your lands and estate will be confiscated by the time you read this letter. My advice to you is to throw yourself on the mercy of the Spanish king or to flee with Lady Esme and your son elsewhere.

I will try to flee England and make contact with you in due course."

Yours, Lord John."

I read the letter three times and then burn it and throw the ashes out of the window.

"The king has turned against us, our lands and estate are forfeit and Iron John urges us to flee. The king fears that I will claim the throne being his unrecognised bastard son."

"And father of the heir apparent." Esme adds. "Yes, I know what you did. What she did. I feared that this would happen but now there is nothing for it but to flee. But do not let this news stain our reunion. I have missed you terribly."

I kiss her gently, stroke my hands over her body, lift my son from her arms and hold him to the light.

"He is beautiful! So strong and sturdy! He will make us both proud."

"Bronwyn!" Esme calls loudly.

"You called my lady."

"Please change our child and feed him. Lord Robert and I have some catching up to do that is best done without a baby to witness it."

Bronwyn smiles at this, takes my son and goes out the door, closing it softly behind her.

Esme looks at me. "Iron John suggested that Bronwyn would be a good companion for me and it might be safer for her with us. Ah, my love. It has been too long!"

Esme folds into my arms and kisses me. I feel her warm woman's breasts press against me, feel the soft roundness that motherhood has blessed her with and I am overwhelmed that she is mine. I cannot resist running my hands over her body, feeling her curves, her softness her sweetness and I feel my cock rising and I want to taste her body again and plant another baby in her belly. I slide my hands up onto her breasts, feel her nipples harden against my hands, warm milk oozes into the palms of my hands and I lick my hand to taste her milk.

"There is more if you want it." she whispers softly and I lower my head and drink from her body. She moans softly into my neck, pulls me closer and whispers softly.

"Touch me. Feel me. I need your hands on me. It is too long since I have had your hands on me and I need your touch."

I lay her gently on the bed, raise her skirts above her waist and spread her legs. She lies there on the bed gloriously beautiful, exposed and ready for me. I kneel between her legs and needing to posses her totally I forgo the pleasures of foreplay and slide my hot, hard cock into her. My need is so great that I thrust urgently, hard and almost desperately into her. She whimpers softly as I ride her, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck holding me with a fierceness I have never experienced from a woman before. She cries out as I start to cum.

"Yes! My lord! Yes!"

And then we are still.

The breakfast has turned into lunch when we go ashore and we are greeted with cheers and ribald laughter. My son is much admired and ends up sitting quite happily on Innocentia's lap with Esme talking French to Innocentia. They laugh and smile at each other and I see gentle, surreptitious caresses being exchanged and I get the feeling that I might be treated to a double act sometime soon.

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"Greetings Lord Robert. Thank you for visiting me so soon after returning with your wife."

"I came as soon as I could as I bear news that radically changes my status here in Spain."

"I received a letter from his majesty King Henry who has declared that you are a traitor and a threat to his dynasty so in consequence he has confiscated your lands, stripped you of your ambassador status and declared that if you return home you will be executed as a traitor. His reasons are that you have conspired against him with his enemies and are planning his dethronement.

"An alternate story from a number of anonymous sources including my ambassador is that you are his bastard son. That his new born son is actually your son. The problem is that your resemblance to him is such that it is almost undeniable and whispers are growing louder that you should be the king. My sources also say that you have the support of influential lords in his kingdom and also the support of soldiers and peasantry. That you could easily wrest the throne from him."

"What do you say to this?"

"Your Majesty. I am a loyal subject. I have done nothing to ferment revolt against the legal king. I have planned no revolt against his Majesty. I will take my wife, my new born son and such of my retainers who will follow me into exile. I do not want my country to be thrown into violence and bloodshed. I throw myself on your majesty's mercy to give me time to prepare to go into exile. I will leave as soon as possible to prevent a rift between yourself and King Henry."

The king looks at Ronaldo, sitting to one side and nods.

"Lord Ronaldo said that you would not fight your liege lord. That you would go into exile, quietly and without fuss."

The king turns to look at me.

"Actually he didn't say that. I have just translated it into courtly language. Meaning I left out things like "that fucking idiot". So, in answer to your request for time to prepare to go into exile, the answer is no. You are not going to be granted time and in fact you are not going into exile. You are staying here. I have work for you. Lord Enrico, Conchita's husband has notified me that he is retreating to a monastery to atone for his sins. More likely to escape the wrath of Lady Conchita. The monks have this oath of Celibacy and Poverty so he cannot fulfil his marital duties, which I am told were more than just tedious. Also the poverty oath means he cannot hold his lands any more. His estate and lands are thus forfeit and you are the right person to take his place. He has long neglected the estate so it will need much renovation, but do not get too deeply involved there as I have other tasks for you to perform which will tax your very unique talents."

"Your majesty. I am deeply grateful."

"Good. And so you should be. You are dismissed. Lord Ronaldo will be in touch for more detailed instructions."

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"Lady Celia has invited us to a dinner this evening. She says it is to celebrate your new position in the court. What is she talking about?"

"The dinner is probably to get her hands on one or both of us. And my new position? I am now lord of lands that Conchita's husband has deserted. We are staying in Spain and I am to assist the king with undisclosed tasks."

"Oh, my lord. Such wonderful news. You are a master of survival! Here, let me worship your cock."

"We've both been wanting you to do that for ages so please go right ahead."

"Did that woman Innocentia suck your cock? She looked like she did most things with you."

"Jealous?"

"No my lord. Just sad that you had to put up with such substandard attention while I was away from you."

Esme falls to her knees and slowly and sensually slides my cock into her mouth while gently caressing my balls. I cannot take the slow progress, so I grab her hair and pull her head towards me, my cock thrusting all the way down her throat. She gags and pulls back. And then plunges forward again her hand grasping my cock firmly at the base, preventing my cock going all the way down her throat. She is so very good that soon I am gasping and groaning, then somehow she does something with her tongue that I have never felt before and it makes me pump hot cum down her throat. She massages my balls gently and rhythmically until there is nothing left in me, then she stands up, steps out of her dress and drags me by the softening cock to the bed.

"Now, eat me you faithless fuck. Was the queen as good as me? Was she worth losing your lands over?"

I don't answer her but bury my face in her pussy, find her clit and suck gently on it till she is writhing and panting. I slide a finger up her arse and that sends her into a series of spasm and groans. She cums almost immediately and so I keep on working on her pussy while my finger thrusts in an out of her arse. On a whim, I add another finger to her arse and she moans deeply at the added intrusion. I push my fingers further into her, feeling how her arse pulses around my fingers just like Lady Jennifer's did. "It has been fucked before and it liked it." I think to myself. By this time Esme is heading towards another orgasm so I push her legs up onto her chest and slide my cock into her arse.

"Ah, fuck. That hurts. Use the butter for fuck sake!"

She scrabbles around and finds a bowl of soft butter which I apply to her arse and my cock. Now well lubricated, I try again. I slide into her arse all the way to my balls. She is tight and hot. I slide in and out of her arse slowly. This seems to make her crazy and she shudders and jerks and hisses obscenities at me until she comes shouting a shrill, "Ah! Fuck!"

We lie tangle together for a while exchanging kisses and caresses.

"You were jealous of me fucking the queen? And not Lady Jennifer."

"Jennifer did not get you exiled. The queen did."

"It was the king that exiled me. She had nothing to do with it."

"Not directly. But she got drunk one night and told the king in public that he was a useless lover and that she would prefer having you as husband than him."

"No wonder I was exiled. Damn stupid thing to say."

"She is right though."

"What?"

"The king is a lousy lover. Can't keep it up long enough to make a fuck interesting."

"You fucked the king?

"Yes! Well you weren't around and what was I supposed to do? Remain celibate while you fucked Conchita?"

"Who told you I was fucking Conchita?"

"Iron John did."

"Before or after he fucked you?"

Esme laughs at this.

"During. He told me all sorts of wicked stories about you. Such a turn on! Did you really thrash Lady Judy? And did she enjoy it?"

"Why? Are you interested in being thrashed with a horse whip?"

"Do that and die! I swear to God I will kill you stone dead if you ever take a horse whip to me."

I can only laugh at this.

"And Iron John? Is he really as hard as iron?"

"He is hard. Yes. Not as hard as you. Now lie back. I want to get that cock of yours iron hard again and then I am going to ride you so you can look at my beautiful tits bounce and ooze milk."