Getting Medieval
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 6
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Robert Bouchard was always a history buff, but now a gag gift in the form of a brazen hourglass amulet plants his ass in 14th century Cornwall, where he meets a peasant girl and her brother, both of whom become his lovers. It only gets wilder from there.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Ma/mt Mult Consensual Magic Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual Historical War Science Fiction Far Past Time Travel Cheating Cuckold Sharing Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Clergy Violence
After I spilled myself inside a very pleased Mellyn, I summoned the city fathers of Exeter together for a special convocation, despite refusing to remove the bathtub from their presence. In fact, I kept all of the ladies naked in full view of the town fathers, the elders of this great medieval citadel. It was a very deliberate test of their submission to my rule now. I even kept Guaedret nude for my pleasure as well. Ernest I permitted only his nightclothes, as a further demonstration of my power.
“Good sirs, be apprised of my intentions toward you, this fair town, this borough, this shire, and indeed this duchy. As the new and first Duke of Cornwall, I seek to assert the rights of this ancient land against the usurper and rebel Roger Mortimer, his lover the treacherous French Queen who turned against her own husband, and his lawless collection of followers, schemers, opportunists, mercenaries, and faithless clergy. I will not yield to the likes of this Mortimer fellow and his fellow Marcher lords. I am your liege lord and master now!” I demanded their fealty yet again.
“But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remain loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city fathers asked me now.
“What’s your name, good fellow?” I confronted him now.
“I am called Hugh Renard, milord. Well, sir, what shall we do?” he continued badgering about my plans.
“Well, Hugh Renard, we shall succor whomever it shall please to succor, yield homage and tribute only if and when I grant liberty to do so, and remain distant as we are permitted at this time. We shall also take care to defend our land, so from this day forward, a new tax shall be levied against every baron and knight in this duchy. This tax shall be required of them, along with their own provision of arms and warriors, as well as their own services in the field.
“Even further, this tax shall defray the cost of a levy of militia in service to their Duke. Every household, great or small, possessing a second son shall send their firstborn sons to muster for battle under my banners. No household with only one son shall be required to provide me with such. I will have no family perish in this land if I can forestall it. Every such warrior is to bring his own arms and armor if possible for his service to the realm.
“Indeed, Hugh Renard, I require you to gather a company to protect and keep Rougemont Castle as well. Accordingly, I also command you to kneel before me,” I answered Hugh, thinking on my feet of how to turn one of the few doubters or worriers left into a loyal deputy.