Chapter 1

My name is Robert of Nottingham. I was born on the outskirts of The Forest. I was of the Aquitaine lineage, and was living in England. I had been brought there by Lady Eleanor, who was espoused to Henry. Richard was my liege lord, and king. That was a long time ago...

I became aware of my unique condition, in my thirty-fourth year. An arrow had pierced my armor. I lay dying in a tent on that lonely battlefield.

The king's surgeon had treated me. That is to say, he'd removed the arrow and had packed my wound with flowers of sulfur, in an attempt to quell the flow of blood. Looking back on it, I believe he was a bumbling idiot. I should have warned Richard. Breathing was difficult.

I was in and out of wakefulness most of the time, those first few hours. I believed myself to be one of the 'living dead'. I called my squire Rolf to my side. I charged him with finding the priest, so I could give my confession, and receive Last Rites. Rolf hurried off, and I noted with interest the moisture in his eyes as he left.

I faded from seeing for a time.

In the dream, I saw Susan's globes, tipped with a nipple the size of my little fingertip. They were demonstrating her excitement. The musk of her womanhood filled the room. Her blue eyes were like the slow water pools in the River Leen, outside the castle. Her yellow hair was like the sun.

Looking over her, the flaming hair of Elaine cascaded softly over her charms like a waterfall. Full and firm, with large areolas and firm nipples that demonstrated her excitement peeked out from her camisole enticingly. I had lowered my head to Susan's right breast and was happily sucking on that nipple. Elaine was skillfully stroking my manhood as she kissed Susan's neck, ears, and lips.

As I moved down, Susan's legs parted to allow me access to her treasure. Slowly, I licked the length of her slit. I paused at the nub at the top, which I took fully in my mouth and stimulated with my tongue. This caused Susan to shudder and let out a low moan.

Elaine had released her grip on me, and replaced her hand with her very talented mouth. She was taking me in fully, no mean feat considering I was eight inches long and two inches in diameter when truly interested.

Her hand traveled to Susan's free tit and started massaging it. She tweaked the rubbery nipple so it stood tall and proud. That produced even greater sound effects as Susan was now writhing with sexual energy, ready to explode. Desperately, she was pulling on me and trying to move into position where I could enter her and give her the release she so desperately desired.

I accommodated her and in one motion buried myself into her dripping wet sheath. I held my position for a moment, since she was so tight. While she was not a virgin, she still proved to be very tight.

At first, I had trouble moving. As she became more excited, her juices lubricated her, and made movement easier. As I pounded into her, she wrapped her legs around me and moved her hips in sympathy with my stroke.

Not to be left out, Elaine got up and was slowly lowering her slit to Susan's mouth. As contact was made, Elaine let out a couple of short sighs that let me know she was perfectly content with the current arrangement. Faster and faster I drilled. Susan became even more vocal in our lovemaking.

"Oh, yes, My Lord. Take me. Harder, Harder!" she panted between licks on Elaine's red fur covered snatch.

She licked, and nibbled and tongued Elaine even as her orgasm started to grow. Stronger and stronger is built, until unable to withstand the assault, Susan exploded in orgasmic pleasure surely heard throughout the Manor.

Almost immediately, my seed carrying spew was released, forcefully hitting the very depths of her vagina, causing additional orgasmic tremors. She and I were truly well done, but the fair Elaine was not quite there. I had Elaine move aside, so Susan could lie on her side.

I pulled Elaine by her nipples into a lying position and forced her legs up and out to form a perfect V. I centered myself on her and plunged my member deep her. I hit bottom and she cried out in pleasure. Again and again I stroked her, playing her like a violin, making her sing out praises to me skills as a lover. Her orgasm began to build, taking her to an ecstasy seldom achieved...

The dream faded away.