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Noble Affairs (Qedesha and PattonFan)

Janton led the beautiful girl to the table. She was young, beautiful, and horny. Instead o laying her on it like promised, he eased her to bend over the table by placing on hand around her hips, and one behind her head, pushing her head downward. This, of course, put his shift right between her legs, running against her sensitive area. He intentionally took his time with this part, teasing her. He was building anticipation. He would slowly grind it upward to tease as he bent over behind her to her ear. "A body like this must be worshiped. No goddess could possibly be this beautiful," he whispered into her ear before running gentle kisses and nibble down her neck, then her back, all the way down to her ass. He then made sure to kiss each ass cheek lightly, but for a bit of time to feel the meat.

It wasn't long after that before he ran his nose across the slit leading to the carnal treasure between her legs. He kept his nose there, slowly rubbing against her. "Do you want it?" He asked in a rather offensive manner.
 
Every word he uttered sent a thrill down her spine to the forbidden place between her legs. The way he bent her over heightened even that already powerful sensation. She felt exposed, blatantly open, in a very erotic, animal way.

The kisses met with a flush of warmth rippling out from where his lips touched her. She felt herself tense as his lips lowered, stifling a squeak as he kissed her bottom, and then gasping as she felt his breath on the wetness she could feel down below. The thrill made her spread her legs a little wider, arch her back a little more, open herself finally to his desires.

"I feel... I should be worshiping you," she answered his words. "There is no way to say how much I want it."
 
At her words, his tongue came out and ran its way over her wanting hole up to her clit and began to rub against it. He continuously pushed more saliva onto his tongue as he rubbed it against her. He spread his arms out to her legs to get her to widen them even further, then wrapped his hands around her thighs towards the front to grab her and help work her against his tongue. He loved the vagina; it taunted him. His cock was stiff, rigid, and wanting. He wanted her, he was ready, but she was not. He wanted her begging for it, and he planned on hearing her beg. And even after she did, he might just make her beg a little longer.
 
She was as clean and fresh as a mountain stream, and her natural taste was mild to the point of sweetness. She moaned into the table, her face pressed against it... nothing like this had been done to her before, she'd only really even imagined the idea from her recent reading. Her husband was definitely the lamp-off-him-on-top type.

Her knuckles went white on the edge of the table, legs spread and butt lifted as much as possible to give more access, eyes squeezed tightly shut as the teen's inexperienced body was pushed to easily towards a pleasureable spike.

Finally she couldn't take it any more. She half-lifted herself from the table, arching up, looking over her shoulder at her illicit lover.
"Please... please, take me now..." she moaned.
 
Janton could only smile as she asked him. He was rather enjoying himself, but who wouldn't? He had a gorgeous teen in front of him, bent over, naked. The most taboo part is that she was married. To nobility. Yet he had her right now. Forbidden fruit is always the best kind. He gave her a very light kiss to the lips of her slit and stood up. He took his shaft in one hand with finger extended parallel off. Just the tip of his finger slid in first while he rubbed the tip of his head against her to tease her and help guide it in. Soon his cock slid in. Only a little, about three inches. Once in, the finger removed itself from his shaft and both hands gripped around her waist. He would slowly push in and pull out, working more and more into her slowly, stretching her out.

The warmth was forgotten after so long without it. It reminded him so much of why he was the way he was with his previous wife, only she wasn't this beautiful. Of course, the forbidden fruit thing just made this woman even more appealing, which is probably not the best thing, but right now he did not care. His hands tightened around her as he would slowly fit more and more into her.
 
Up until that moment, it was still an illusion. Even with the nudity, the contact, the oral caresses, it still wasn't... 'it'.

The feel of his rude member entering her was the biggest thrill the young woman had ever felt. She was acutely aware of the head entering her, stretching her open, 'taking' her. Just that feeling shook her with a mini-orgasm, another new sensation for the girl. She shuddered against the table, gasping.

She was exquisitely tight, hot around him, clinging to him like a tight glove as he sunk further into her with each movement. If she hadn't been as wet as she was, he would probably have hurt her. As it was, while the stretching was fiery, his movement within her was nothing but pure bliss.
 
Soon the man was thrusting his full member inside of her, and he was slowly building speed. One hand moved down to grab her ass, while the other moved up to grab her hair right at the back of her head. He pulled her head back as he started thrusting himself into her faster. He was really getting into it. He could feel each thrust of his pushing little squirts of precum into her. The hand on her ass quickly moved back to her hip to pull her back into him as he pushed her away. He could feel the sweat building on his body. He was even nice enough to lean and whisper into her ear, "you like this, don't you, your highness?" he said as he increased the speed as he pounded himself against her ass, forcing his member into her more.
 
Each movement within her made her gasp. With the heat of his hand on her rounded ass, and the strong, animalistic grip on her hair, the gasps turned into overt moans.

She soon found herself rocking back onto him, wanting to take his huge member impossibly deeper, hips and thighs splayed wantonly onto his impaling cock as she was fucked so deliciously. She realised she was thinking of it in that way, taking the words from the book and using them in her mind... he was fucking her, fucking her pussy.

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop.
"Yes! Yes, I love it! I want it! Fuck me!"
She tensed as she said them, but his next thrust within her washed the thoughts away with more pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building, already heading towards a peak she'd never felt before.
 
He could only smile as she spoke the words, but soon had a retort, "Wow, the words of a whore. Imagine if your husband had heard that." Soon after that his hand left her hair and slid down her back, stopping at her ass for a quick grab before sliding down to her tight to left one leg onto the table, propping her onto one leg as he continued to ream her, his thrusts getting more violent, no riding at a different angle against the walls of her vagina. Pressure was building within himself, but he still had time. His free hand after lifting her leg up to the table moved up to her breast to feel the bosom of the teen. His hand cupped her breast and started rotating it to his thrusts. He would occasionally stop the rubbing to play with her nipples a bit, but he couldn't seem to make up his mind.
 
She moaned at his words, an animal sound of pure pleasure, and then again as she was splayed further open, his thrusting shaking her whole body, slamming into her with glorious force.

His hands on her ass and breasts, the way he filled her again and again, the feel of his thighs hitting hers, the knowledge that she was being fucked on the table, in the library, by a man not her husband, a man she barely knew... that the servants could probably hear what was happening, that they would know, silently judging...

All of this rolled through her mind and she was suddenly cumming, shaking and squealing through the peak, her inner muscles convulsing, clamping on the cock inside her as she bucked against his strong body.
 
A soft grunt was let out from him as he felt the vice on his cock. He knew what this was, be kept going, though. There was no way she was going to finish and he wasn't. He suddenly began to disregard how she felt and began violently thrusting at a new angle so that his dick would bend downward and grind on the bottom of his shaft. He could feel the existent pressure raise quickly, and soon he would release himself. He was going to make sure it was all going inside her, regardless of what she wanted. Soon he was thrusting fast enough that his balls would occasionally come up and slap her; however, at the current moment it didn't hurt and Janton didn't care. Soon his seed poured into her body. He grabbed and pulled her into him, making sure he was all the way in as he came. His warm semen would fill her hole, and he would hold it there until he limped up.
 
A corner of her mind, the only bit that could think clearly at the moment, was startled that he was able to keep going. Her husband normally finished before her, and even when he didn't, the feel of her orgasming normally pushed him over the edge.

Janton's powerful hammering, the way it somehow sped up and became even more violent, gave her a whole new sensation... the orgasm somehow extended, receding from the peak and spreading through her.

Suddenly she felt him cumming, jerking inside her, gripping her painfully and pulling her back onto him. She was acutely aware that he was filling her with cum, marking her with this final sexual act, and this pushed her into another, final orgasm, not as sharp, more a warm flood that rippled through her.

She collapsed onto the table, dizzy, panting, hips held and lifted onto the cock that slowly softened inside her, her whole body limp and exhausted.
 
He finally popped himself out of her as she collapsed. She was now exhausted on the table, used up and abused. His cum was probably draining out of her, but that wouldn't stop him. Oh, hell no. It had been too long since he had a woman. He rested himself next to her for a moment as he whispered to her, "You're going to be a whore," he said as he ran his hand down her ass, around and a finger started circling the entrance to her vagina. Hopefully she wouldn't be too sore to feel pleasure.
 
She shuddered as he touched her... she was indeed sore, although the orgasmic afterglow muted that quite a bit. She felt a thrill at his words, and another from the hand on her ass, the rude, intimate contact somehow more exciting than the finger on her mound.

The wetness of his cum on the inside of her thighs was another thrill and she shifted slightly, wincing as tired muscles complained, moving just to enjoy the feel of the erotic, slutty wetness.

Suddenly there was a flood of emotion, as if the orgasm had made a pathway through her. She was abruptly sobbing, as shocking to herself as anything, tears dripping onto the wood beneath her as she sprawled on the table.
 
The man firmly slid his finger inside and raked it against the top walls of her vagina, pressing itself towards the outside of her stomach, ignoring the sperm swimming inside her. "What's the matter, your highness," he asked, with sarcasm in his voice. He waited for a moment, his finger still grinding inside of her, pulling more of their juices out. "Are you not up for round two?" He asked as his member started to grow again.

It had been quite some time for him. He had quite a bit of "steam" to blow off, or in depending on how you looked at it. He moved into a position where he could keep fingering her but cuddle her at the same time as if to provide some form of security and closure while he did the unmentionable to a girl not his bride, but another man's.
 
She managed to pull herself together, probably aided by his tone... nobody had been sarcastic to her in quite some time, and it was a welcome call to reality. She shook her head, shuddering as his fingers moved inside her, then carefully eased herself away from his hand, reaching down to guide it away as she turned herself around to perch her bare butt on the table. She kept herself close to him, not wanting to lose the contact. A series of complaints from her abused slit made her wince.

"A second try, at this moment, would I fear injure me," she said finally, flashing a brief smile at him. Her eyes studied him closely, watching his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
 
Janton's arms moved up around her, acknowledging her resistance. His arm wrapped around her breasts to her shoulder as he pushed his lips against her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss. He held her for a minute or two before whispering into her ear, "if you're not too busy fucking other knights, perhaps you can meet me in the stable tonight," he said with a sly grin. If there's one person no one would question wandering the castle, it was certainly the princess. "Sure, it's not romantic, but I doubt you care about romance - all you want is a big cock," he said with a sly grin, one he couldn't care less if she saw or not.

He pressed his growing cock against her as they couldn't for the minutes they would be together before concluding their business. "If you object, I would certainly understand," he said, nuzzling the back of her neck.
 
She laughed, leaning into the embrace, indulging herself in the feel of the strong arms and solid chest.
"I would be more offended, if your words weren't true," she said wryly, and then sighed.
"I am not sure whether that does not frighten me more. Nor am I sure whether you have ruined me or freed me."

She turned slightly in his arms, leaning down a little to stare up into his eyes, face close to his. One hand slid down between them, hesitated, and then closed around his shaft.
"What does your mind say? Is it just this that is leading you, or something more?"
 
The moment her hand took his shaft, it thickened; blood filled it, the veins pulsed and pushed out off of it. A smile formed on his face as she grabbed it. "I am looking for the same thing you are - neither of us can have a relationship; besides, you aren't the type of woman for a committed relationship, are you?" He asked in a pseudo-riley, but more realistic manner. If she was a faithful person, she certainly isn't now, but then again, at the same time she would not have done this is she were faithful. Either way, he knew he would only be a fuck-pet for her, just like anyone else she could get her talons on. No matter the man, one man could not satisfy a woman like this.

"Were things different, I still would never marry a woman as beautiful as you - it's just asking for adultery, depression, and a knife in the back from one of the woman's many lovers," he said, "I know how this business works. I'd be happy fucking you occasionally and leading your men into battle against anyone foolish enough to piss you off."
 
She smiled softly, fingertips running along his length.
"Does it make me evil that it is all I want? And what of my husband... am I being cruel to him?"
Her face fell slightly.
"I would not want anyone knifing him in the back. How do I protect him from my failing? Will you defend him?"
Large eyes gazed into his again. Despite her serious question, and the very real concern on her face, her hand still moved along his length.
 
Janton grinned, "You're the worst. But yes, I will protect him. Just don't get to his guards. I can't guarantee they have the same devotion to their country as I do," e said, moving his hips to the action of her hand. Soon after he pulled himself away, his body sitting up as he grabbed his gear and prepared to put it back on. He slid the armor on over his chest and strapped it down, making sure his kingdom's flag was proper on his caps. He then strapped his vambraces on. "Perhaps it is best that you leave here in anger and give me a few minutes to exit after. I shall return to my quarters."

After what she had learned of her power; her word being more powerful than any others, he was convinced she'd have her way with many more men. Possibly even him again eventually. Actually, he wasn't convinced but knew. He had met many women like her, but they didn't have the power she had. Anyone would take her word over a random person and they both knew that.
 
She stood silently, moving over to him, hooking arms around his neck and using her weight to pull his head down for a kiss.
"I will be in the stables tonight," she promised, and then released him to move away.

Her natural walk swayed hips normally hidden by the dress... her ass moved very enticingly, a blatantly erotic wiggle she wasn't even aware of. She bent to pick up her dress, pulling it on vaguely, doing it up with a clumsiness that spoke of having a servant normally dress her. Finally she was straightened to her satisfaction, having not looked at him the whole time, a silent exercise in self-control.

Finally she turned to gaze at him, face calm and schooled to expressionlessness. She hesitated, seeming about to say something, but instead turned away and moved to the door, opening it and glancing into the silent corridor, ready to slip out.
 
Janton watched her walk away, once again drawn into lust by her, but he resisted. As she held him, he saw her swallow some words, but waited before saying something until she was amking her way out. "Your highness, perhaps you will tell me what you were about to say tonight, then, seeing as I'm about to relieve the guards in the stables from duty all night for another visit from you?" He asked, adjusting his armor to make it comfortable for him and look good at the same time. He then began to adjust his hair, make sure everything was in line and ensure his appearance as to make sure more assumptions could not be attained than already assumed.
 
She paused in the doorway, looking over her shoulder at him, staring through another long moment of silence.
"Perhaps," she said finally, and then vanished through the door.

She walked gingerly, her usual glide replaced with a slight limp as her nether regions complained about their unexpected abuse. There were a few servants, and she tried to ignore them aloofly while still eyeing their expressions for any hint that they knew what had happened.

Finally she reached the sanctuary of her own rooms, slipping in the main door and leaning against it with a sigh of relief. Her maid appeared from the bedroom and she nodded at her.
"Run a bath, please, Lucy, and then you can go to the kitchens for a meal. I'll bathe myself."
 
Janton returned to his corridor, merely for a bath himself. Unlike his mistress, he desired no assistance; he could draw his bath himself, and he did so. He even filled his tub and lit the fire himself. He washed the mixture of their cum out the moment he could. Was it in denial of what has happened? Out of respect for her? Or merely to cleanse himself. By looking at him, one would guess it was simply for cleanliness, but it's entirely possible that there were deeper reasons.

After his bath he put on his full combat armor, which was essentially the same as the previous armor, only with more spikes along the shoulder, back and gauntlets, and on his back he also wielded a lance. Upon his head was his helmet with chain mail hanging out. He needed to present a professional appearance in order to keep up the facade. He made his way to the stables.

When he arrived, he relieved the guards immediately explaining that even the general should pull his weight around the castle. This improved morale and left him alone in the stable. He quickly closed the extra doors and went into the loft to prepare the hay for privacy. Of course it was no royal bedroom, but that may be his next area of tasting the forbidden fruit if things go as planned.
 
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