Jussui and Timbold
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Timbold and Jussui wish to wed. The king, not pleased with Jussui's choice of mate, imposes a formidable challenge. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
Once upon a time in a far-off kingdom there lived a beautiful princess, Jussui. She was in love with Timbold, a lad from one of the villages, but the king and all his court found this match completely unsuitable. “Not only is he not royalty,” the king pronounced to his darling daughter, “but he is a small man, befitting not at all someone so shapely and fair and well-proportioned as yourself.” Jussui knew Timbold was slight, but she also knew that Timbold was big where it counted, in heart and soul. “Timbold is the man I love,” she insisted.
“Very well,” the father allowed, “if Timbold proves himself worthy. We’ll have a competition. Timbold and two of my knights. Whoever wins the competition shall have your hand.”
“What sort of competition, Father?” Jussui asked. “Timbold is a brave boy, but he’s not a swordsman. Your knights are experts.”
“Very well,” the king agreed. “Whoever can ride Montagne will be your bride.”
“Oh, Papa!” Jussui moaned, for Montagne, the king’s silver stallion, had never been broken. No man had ever stayed more than a moment upon his back. One powerful buck would send tiny Timbold flying to the stars.
The king selected two of his strongest knights to take part in the competition. With court and kingdom looking on, Bascombe mounted Montagne. He lasted less than a second. The mighty horse reared up, then plunged forward, and Bascombe rocketed into the castle moat. It took two men to drag Bascombe’s body out, and by then he was drowned. The steed Montagne munched quietly on some grass.
With trepidation, Arsenault, the second of the king’s knights, eased himself upon Montagne’s broad back. The silver horse whirled left, then right, spinning Arsenault into the air seemingly in two directions at once. The knight’s spine snapped even before he thudded head first into the castle wall. Montagne snorted once then went back to his midday meal.
“Oh, Timbold!” Princess Jussui cried. She closed her eyes.
“Fear not,” Timbold answered. He stroked Montagne’s flank. The horse twitched, but continued to munch the tender green shoots. Lightly as he could, Timbold lifted himself onto Montagne. The horse’s ears prickled but then settled back. Timbold, compared to the two knights, weighed practically nothing. The slim lad was light as a shadow on the silver horse’s back. Timbold dared to caress Timbold’s mane, and the horse, thinking it was a gentle breeze, whinnied a contented sigh. For some minutes Timbold sat astride Montagne, and then he dismounted, to the cheers of the kingdom. The wedding could commence immediately.
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