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The Gauntlet

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Chapter 18

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18 - In 1385 France, Sir Jean de Carrouges challenged Squire Jacques le Gris to a duel to the death for the alleged rape of the knight's wife, Marguerite. Was it really rape, or were they loves?

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   NonConsensual   Rape   Romantic   True Story   Historical   Cheating   Revenge   Violence  

River Tweed, Northumberland, England

Near the Scottish Frontier

August 21, 1385

The English Army had advanced to the mouth of the valley, careful to remain outside of bow range. The first few who had ventured too far learned the accuracy of the French archers quickly.

A stalemate ensued, with neither side wishing to budge.

Finally, the front lines of the English parted, and a single rider emerged. He appeared to be a knight of some renown, wearing a bright yellow surcoat with blue trim and on his chest, shield, and banners a blue lion seemed to roar.

“It’s Henry Percy himself,” whispered Robert. “What does he want?”

“He seems to want a parlay,” Sir Jean said as spurred his horse softly. “if anything happens, kill Percy.”

Jean slowly rode his horse out from hiding and approached Percy, stopping just in front of him.

‘My Lord Earl of Northumberland, you honor us with your presence,” Jean said softly.

“You know who I am. I do not know you, Sir. Give me the honor of knowing with whom I am speaking,” Henry Percy demanded.

“I am Sir Jean de Carrouges,” Jean said with a slight bow. “I apologize for my appearance. I’ve been rather preoccupied of late.”

“Jean de Carrouges is French, what brings the French to England?”

“It is Sir Jean, my Lord Earl,” Jean corrected him, “What brought the English to France?”

“I am not here to debate Politics with you, good sir,” Percy said with disdain evident in his smug voice. “I am here to demand your surrender. In exchange, I guarantee you and your men of noble birth will be held as my guests and ransomed accordingly. Your men-at-arms will be disarmed and executed.”

Jean laughed. “Is that so, well, I have a counteroffer for you, your Highness, or Majesty. I’m sorry, I don’t quite know how to address the King of the Isle of Mann. You take your army and turn around and go back home. Get on your boat and sail home to Mann and live out your life, grow old and fat and fuck your wife until your balls fall off. Or, you can come into this valley and die. We won’t ransom your noblemen. We will kill you all, regardless of your birthrank, like the English pigs you are.”

Henry Percy seemed to bristle at Jean’s comments but kept his temper in check. Before the Englishman could respond, Jean continued.

“Or if you prefer, we can settle this entire matter as gentlemen, right now!” Jean yelled loud enough for the English to hear. “We can fight in single combat, and the loser takes his army and goes home!”

“Why would we believe that your army is willing to return to France?”

“That’s where we are trying to get to now, Northumberland,” Jean said, “We are tired of the English climate and desire nothing more than to return to our French beds.”

Percy studied de Carrouges face, trying to judge the man. He looked back at his army, then up at the hills around the valley.

“You are a knight?”

“I am.”

“Do I have your word, Sir Jean, that if we leave you undefeated, you will take your army and return to France?”

“You can keep the Scots,” Jean said, “they smell bad and are a savage and unruly lot. It’s hard work to keep them from coming out here to kill you. They love the English even less than we French do. They keep saying something about avenging William Wallace.”

With that, Henry Percy turned his horse and rode back to his lines.

“Where are you going, my Lord? Jean shouted after him. The Earl of Northumberland turned back and smiled.

“I’m going back to my little island to grow old and fuck my wife until my balls fall off! I suggest you do the same.”

As Henry Percy passed through the ranks of his army, they turned around and followed him from the field of battle. Jean de Carrouges turned and rode slowly back to where his men waited for him. When he reached Robert and Henry, he leaned forward in his saddle, then slowly fell from his horse. Robert jumped down, calling out to him.

“Sir Jean! Are you hurt?”

He rolled the knight onto his back, noticing that Sir Jean was sweating profusely. He felt his forehead, “He’s burning up! Just then Jean’s bowels let loose, and he shit himself.

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