Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, BDSM, MaleDom, Torture, Doctor/Nurse, Foot Fetish, Leg Fetish, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Medieval erotic story
Someone was hammering on the door, demanding to be let in. Laurentius stood up and hurried to the window to see what was going on. Two soldiers were standing outside. Their shiny armor was reflecting the weak moonlight. Laurentius stiffened and his heart picked up speed. He knew he was in big trouble. The soldiers had come to take him away in this ungodly hour. Eventually, his shaky legs carried him to the door.
"How long we have to wait?" one of the soldiers asked.
"I was asleep," said Laurentius and opened the door.
"Are you the healer?" asked the other.
"Come with us!"
"Duke's order. Hurry!"
Half an hour later, the three men got to the castle and walked through the ornate gates. Laurentius didn't protest as he was shoved up against a wall and searched roughly. After that, they led him up a stone staircase and into a spacious room.
The duke was there, tall, gaunt man in his late forties. He was pacing nervously, not bothering to look at Laurentius.
"I was told you were a healer," the duke said with a somber look on his face.
"Yes, your Excellency."
"A capable one?"
"I'm just an ordinary man..."
"Shut up! I want you to heal my daughter."
Laurentius blinked in surprise.
"I'll give you shelter and food. You will examine her tomorrow. Now, go!"
"Yes, your Excellency."
Two guards escorted Laurentius to his room, where he had a restless sleep.
Propped on pillows, the princess lay on her bed, looking pale and depressed. She was dressed in a sophisticated blue dress that appeared to be put on in a hurry. Her big violet colored eyes lingered on Laurentius for a moment, then slowly became unfocused.
"Your father wants me to..." Laurentius started.
"I know. You are the new one. What's your name?"
"I am Eloise," she said and ventured a smile.
The princess was a beautiful, little creature, with long dark blond hair. She appeared to be no more than twenty years old, although the shadows under her eyes made her look older.
"Your Excellency, would you tell me what your complaint is?"
"Call me Eloise, please!" she said in a gentle but firm voice.
Laurentius nodded and waited patiently for the answer. Eloise sighed with a bored look on her face, then pulled her dress up slightly to reveal her bare feet. The healer squinted at them, wondering what the problem was.
"No, no. It's up there," the princess said, pointing at her left knee.
Laurentius came closer, looking expectantly at her.
"Do I really have to..." Eloise's voice trailed off, her face reddening.
"Show me, please!"
With trembling hand, she pulled her dress some more. Her left leg was curved inward in an unnatural way, and there was an ugly lump on the side of her calf. The damage seemed to have affected her tiny foot too. It was turned in slightly and looked oddly limp.
"What caused this ... your ... Eloise?"
"My favorite horse. He kicked me while I was grooming him."
"When was that?"
"Three months ago."
"Can I talk to the healer who treated you?"
"No ... I'm afraid not.
"His head is not attached to his body anymore," she said, then turned pale.
Laurentius felt a sudden tightness in his throat, but remained calm.
"I understand," he mumbled.
"It wasn't me who ordered it. My father got angry and..."
"I understand. Let's concentrate on the problem. Your leg was broken, do you know that?"
"What the healer did?"
"He put my leg in a splint."
"The bones are not set properly."
"I know that there is something wrong with my leg. It looks ugly ... and I can't walk normally, but he did his best to help me. I don't blame him, poor man.
"So, you can put weight on your leg?"
"Yes, but it hurts pretty bad."
Laurentius reached out and gently slipped his hand under her calf while examining the injury. Eloise gasped and her eyes popped out in surprise. Then, an involuntary shudder shook her shoulders.
"Please, don't touch me like that!" she pleaded.
The healer apologized and slowly withdrew his hand.
"I am trying to help you, Eloise," he said meekly.
She nodded, looking at him thoughtfully.
"I have taken so many medicines, no use. I am crippled, Laurentius, but that doesn't bother me so much anymore. I accepted the facts."
"I can heal your leg."
The princess laughed forcedly, waving her hand dismissively.
"I really can..."
"If you fail, your head won't be on your shoulders for long. My father loses his temper quickly. And the blame will be mine."
"I want to try to do that."
Eloise remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and sighed.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I have to re—break your leg."
The color drained from her face, and for a moment Laurentius thought that she was about to faint.
"No, no, no!" she cried out, lifting her hands defensively.
"I am so sorry, my dear princess."
Eloise sat up in bed and fumbled for her cane, locating it with difficulty. After that, she slipped on her mules, experiencing serious problems with the left one, and stood up. Her body swayed violently, but she managed to steady herself. She looked angrily at Laurentius, then hobbled to the door with the crooked gait of a cripple. The healer could not help noticing that her left leg was shorter and that she was barely able to put weight on it. Practically, only her toes were touching the floor, her mule shuffling, and her ankle wobbling precariously at every step.
"Don't look at me like that!" she said in a falsetto.
"Trust me, Eloise!"