In Defence of the Keep
Copyright© 2025 by James Girvan
Chapter 9: Horse parts and Playing Parts
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 9: Horse parts and Playing Parts - Laird Nathanial was once a Hero of Chaos and Crossroads but tonight is under attack in his family’s Keep by his brother and a small army of mercenaries. No longer welcome on Crossroads after breaking the rules of chivalrous combat, he hatches a plan to both defend his lands and travel back to Crossroads. Can he survive in either world?
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Heterosexual
Hero Billy was perfect for the job. He was easily embarrassed, easily angered, easily aroused and easily lead around by his tool. Diane steered him through the selection of his caretaker (probably maximizing her political game in the process). I was at the far end of the table again, this time with a young prudish wife instead of a bunch of randy Thatchers. I tried to play it the same way, but the humour dropped flat when she finally saw what he was so embarrassed about.
Oh Well.
The two us retired to an assigned room, Ellen quite put off by the blatant sexuality of Diane and Billy’s new caretaker Julie. She was also trying to remain aloof and unimpressed by everything around her, but her continued absentminded touching of the fabric of her dress, and the sheets of the bed with obvious pleasure.
It was not too abnormal for the two of us to couple, but sharing a bed for the whole night was unheard of after our marriage night. I’ll admit that the ladies here had me worked up, but I managed to slow myself back down to Earth woman speeds. As disinterested as I’d been when we were wed, she was not totally unfamiliar with having her slit licked.
I played her with a patience that I wouldn’t have had to if she’d been a woman from Cassandra. I tried not to hold it against her, and rode her to three of her own peaks before finding my own and then surprising her (and myself) with another of my own. Ellen was also surprised with a warm wash cloth for her privates and mine. I suppose I’d normally have been back in my own suites by this point. We slept touching, but not intertwined. She was restless at night, and I woke a few times when she flinched.
Mornings on Crossroads always began with my Caretaker waking me up (when I had one) with what she called a ‘rise and shine’ where she would try her very best to swallow my manhood before mounting me and galloping to as many peaks as she could before losing consciousness and collapsing.
Depending on my mood I might wait until she woke, still impaled (which always produced a priceless expression on her face once she realized what was going on) or I might just roll us over and thrust away until she inevitably woke in the middle of an enormous sexual frenzy.
This morning I was greeted by a quietly snoring, mildly drooling, extremely dishevelled young lady who vaguely resembled my wife. I tried to stoically swallow my disappointment.
I managed to get to the showers without seeing anyone else, but found Hero Billy ineffectively trying to start the water. I was pleased later on to find that he had not the barest skill at lovemaking, but at that moment my very ego was squashed as I witnessed what looked like a bulls cock swinging damn near to his knees.
“My Lord!” He jumped when he noticed me and tried to genuflect but only managed to coarsely touch a knee (and nearly the end of his pole) on the hard tiled floor.
“Rise good man,” I stated clearly and showed him how to turn on the water to hot. “The ladies here are usually early risers, did you kill them both with that?” I tried humour, gesturing to his ‘little Billy”
‘Big’ Billy blushed a deep red and tried to turn around before remembering that lowborn men never turned their back on men like me. I let his discomfort stew for a bit.
“Well, um, my lord, they both had some sort of fit, they’d eyes rolled back in the stopped movin’ or shouting. They’s both still breathin’ though...” he explained. “Sir, I’d met some ladies who howled a bit when I um, well, poked ‘em but these ladies ... Well, ya’know I mostly fist it at the root so’s not to poke ‘em too hard at their end but those two weren’t havin’ none o’ that! Told me to stroke em’ fully! For a time I thought I were hurtin’ em real bad but they both tole’ me not to stop...” he finished.
I couldn’t help it and laughed, laughed like I hadn’t laughed in years. Just the image of the pretty little blond Julie, never having had an ‘interested masculine man’ before being absolutely stuffed full by that giant Donkey Dick. No wonder she was out cold, and Diane! She was as experienced a woman as I’d ever heard of. I’d heard her exhaust the entire family of Thatchers before and then to be laid low by this one fella ... it brought laughter and mirth for many minutes. Billy joined in, not totally aware of what we were laughing at.
I finished showering without enlightening him, and noticed he carefully copied what I did with the various cleansers. Not quite so stupid then.
I returned to my room wrapped in a single towel, the odd silly giggle escaping my lips until an unbidden image of that same dong penetrating my unprepared wife, and suddenly I was stone cold sober and ready to do Billy harm. I did not share. Certainly Not Her.
This surprised me, not the fact that I didn’t share, but the target of my possessive thoughts. Once she’d basically proven herself to be barren, I’d cared little what she had done in the Keep. I had effectively spread my seed many times and knew the issue to be her, and therefore thought myself not to be threatened by the thought of any cuckold acts (not that I wouldn’t have immediately killed any man who tried it if I’d found out).
Another thought occurred in the direction of those magic healing boxes and what they might do for my barren little wife.
That little wife was sitting against the headboard with the covers pulled up to her neck, squirming indelicately.
“My lord!” She squeaked. “I can find no chamber pot and no chambermaid has arrived!” She announced with some degree of panic.
I controlled my mirth at her discomfort. “My dear, while at home we are the focus of the whole story, here we are but background characters. Quickly follow me please”. I said and pulled back the covers offering her my hand.
To her credit she grasped it firmly and I threw a heavy housecoat over her before leading her to the toilets. They weren’t different enough from the privy at home that I would have to show her how to use it, but still she was obviously uncomfortable with my near presence while she relieved herself.
The day started slowly, as all four boys, Billy Tom, Ben and Rupert were at the empty table already while Ellen and I were questioning them about any training that they had previously had (unsurprisingly none) when Diane waddled in with squinted eyes and looking extremely uncomfortable.
She was as disheveled as I had ever seen her and my wife gave a small but disapproving gasp at seeing her looking like a well-used tavern whore first thing in the morning. Diane apparently clued in to what was happening and ran into the bathroom to perform a minor miracle in about 90 seconds only to reappear dressed, neat and clean and presentable. She ordered us breakfast, apologized for her earlier appearance and retreated to a different room. I noticed she half-carried the little Caretaker Julie toward the healing box room a few minutes later as I poured juice and coffee for myself and my wife (who seemed surprised to not have a servant doing it for us, but shared my enthusiasm for this new drink)