Swordplay Surprise (Chapter 1)

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The day was slowly vanishing as the two knights rode their mounts across the countryside. They had left late the evening before and traveled hard to reach their destinations stop this evening. Both horses would require additional resting to tend to the exertion that had pressed upon them. Each of the knights was dressed in chainmail armor covering the upper torso with plate cuisses as well as plate fauld pieces. Studded leather greaves covered each leg over the leather chaps worn to protect from any soreness riding a saddle this duration. Each wore a visored basinet over a chainmail coif and for most of the trip had been ridden with their visors closed.

The lead knight rode on a magnificent stallion that was also covered in chainmail barding over a padded leather skirt. As he looked back briefly to ensure the other soldier had kept his pace, he wondered at the decision from command to burden him with a traveling companion. Even if the companion was another knight he was certain he could have traveled faster without him. He noted the other’s position and pushed his mount over the next hill. His companion rode an equally majestic equine similarly protected and carrying the same gear. Each horse had a broken down lance on its left side as well as a large metal kite shield on the right. Saddlebags as well as a bundle were connected securely behind the saddle, the padding underneath to protect the mount from the day’s travel as well, reducing the chafing.

As he crested the hill he sighed with relief as he spotted the small border keep. It would be deserted at the moment but it would allow the two of them a restful night. He knew the keep was well stocked with food and would also allow the mounts to be tended to with ease.

He spurred his horse toward the keep, calling back, "Aye, whoever gets to the keep last tends to the horses..."

He did not hear a response but heard the slapping of reins as the other knight spurred his horse forward. He suddenly thought the other had at least some level of spirit about him. The two raced across the distance that separated them from the keep, the other knight pulled ahead suddenly as he adjusted his mount and took back the lead. Almost at the last possible minute the other knight pushed his mount further and allowed it to pull ahead as the two crossed the keeps entrance gates.

He swore under his breath as the two pulled their mounts up at the stables near the gate entrance. The other quickly dismounted and moved off toward the main entrance to the keep without as much as a single statement. He chuckled to himself as he broke the gear down from the two mounts and began pulling the barding armor from their backsides. An hour later he moved the last horse to one of the empty stalls and made his way to the keep's entrance.

He moved through the great door and shut it behind him. He turned back to the entrance chamber and noted the other man had sat down on a chair near a table. His helmet was laying on the table which allowed the lead knight to note the man was youthful though his face was covered in dirt and grime from the trip. He had brownish hair with some sandy highlights to it, cut short but otherwise the man was unimpressive.

He cleared his throat as he tossed his own helmet at the man napping in the chair, the clatter of the metal helmet startled the man as he leapt to his feet, "My name is Jonathan, and I hope your skills with the blade are as equally impressive as your riding ability..." Jonathan proceeded to pull his sword out as he lunged at the man, determined to discover the man’s sword skills.

The man reacted almost as quickly as the helmet had rolled away from the stone wall; his own sword was out as the two parried blows and lunged at each other. They shifted and danced about the chamber as the clash of swords brought its own noise to the almost dead quiet hall. As the two danced in their swordplay, Jonathan was impressed at the youth's ability to handle a sword. He had to admit, his almost thirty-five year old body was beginning to wear and he would soon be unable to keep up with the youthful man.

He shifted and as his blade parried the youth's weapon he punched him in the face knocking him from his feet, causing his sword to clatter to the ground and knocking the wind from the man. Jonathan chuckled, "Well look at that throw a little surprise tactic into the mix and what do you know... Though I must admit you are pretty skilled with that sword."

He paused as he leaned against the wall catching his own breath as he watched the youth stir, he smiled again, "Okay, that was fun and now I know a little more of what you are made of but I think its time to get out of this armor and perhaps find something to eat. So if you haven't noticed the keep is deserted and we will have to rely on each other."

He sheathed his blade and began to undo the belt, dropping the complete package to the side as he began to unlace the straps to the leather greaves he wore over the chaps. He looked up at the youth, "Come on its going to take some time by myself and I really doubt I can get all of this off by myself. You look strong but I seriously doubt you can as well?"

The youth rose to his feet as the two began to unclasp and untie Jonathan’s armor. First the plate fauld was removed from his abdomen section and then each of the metal cuisse was removed. The youth assisted Jonathan removing the heavy chainmail from his torso as Jonathan pulled the leather padded tunic off, which smelled of the days travel and sweat. It left him wearing only cotton breeches at which point he took the time to stretch his aching muscles. The youthful man stepped back suddenly as he noticed Jonathan’s rather large inert cock hanging from the slit formed by the laces holding the breeches on the man's waist.

Jonathan smiled as he moved up toward the youth, "Yeah the ladies like the package, but don't concern yourself any about it." Jonathan was more experienced at removing armor as he unsnapped clips and untied the various straps. As he lifted the heavy chain armor off the youth's backside he was still trying to be casual, "You don't speak much do you, what is your name son?"

The youth cleared his throat with a cough, "Cairn, sir." Jonathan slapped the youth's back, "Well Cairn you are very good with a sword... Now let’s see if we can find the showers and clean up before we eat." Jonathan unsnapped a few more straps on the tunic as he suddenly stepped back, he shook his head to try and clear what he considered he saw. But moved he moved back closer, tugging the tunic apart as he stared at the now visible full and firm breast. His remaining hand tugged the remainder of the tunic away from Cairn, "Cairn is it? Sounds like a rather interesting name for a woman?"

Carrie turned to face him, her large breasts hanging freely now as she looked at him, "Carrie and it seems my deception has been discovered." Jonathan did not conceal the fact he was looking at her breasts, each was round and firm almost a soft creamy white color with at least quarter-sized brown areola.

Jonathan reached forward and felt her firm left breast partly to reinforce in his mind they were real and partly well they looked so soft and firm. She seemed to chuckle and pulled away from his groping hand, "Yes, they are real and if you don't mind..." He only frowned and nodded his head as he felt how real they were, his own cock already stirring and hardening in front of her.

He shook his head, "What - How?"

Carrie smiled as she stepped back against the wall of the stone keep, her eyes looking for the sword she had lost during their little test of skills, "It has been a very difficult and long year, but I knew your mission offered me the best chance at revenge." Her eyes locked on the blade, but she would have to get past the other knight do reach it doing so would be risky.

Jonathan shook his head, "A year? How is it possible you hid such a deception for so long?"

Carrie sighed, "Oh it’s been difficult..."

Jonathan looked at her shaking his head as he struggled with stories and rumors, "Ah, yes that soldier who died a few months ago..." She looked up at him, he could see the guilt in her face, and “He caught me changing..." He watched her as he continued the sentence, "He was a veteran of many battles..." She cupped her right breast lifting and squeezing its firm shape, "He was gawking too much so I used that to my advantage."

Jonathan chuckled, "So is that what you intend for me?"

Carrie looked at him shaking her head in a negative manner, as she looked over at her sword again, a little trickle of blood still flowed from her nose, "No - I still need to get my revenge and you are the best bet for that to occur..."

Jonathan watched her standing there, he considered where they traveled and then suddenly smiled as if figuring some part of the puzzle out, "So you are intending to kill the Count? How do you plan to get that close?"

Carrie frowned and then shook her head smiling and laughing now, "I am a woman - look how you stare already and I see by your manhood you are already excited by what you see..."

Jonathan returned the chuckle as he rubbed his chin, "Yes, I was not expecting um female companionship this evening..."

Carrie shrugged, "I was hoping to not be discovered as easily, so what now?"

Jonathan frowned as he needed time to consider, "Well for impersonating a knight I should behead you."

Carrie looked at him suddenly a little more fearful, "Now that is a little extreme don't you think?"

Jonathan grinned, "I could administer twenty lashes..." She watched as he stared at her chest, understanding the meaning.

Carrie cringed again shuddering, "Is there anything that doesn't involve physical damage to my body?"

He waved her off with his hand as he considered further, "How exactly were you intending to kill the Count?"

She searched his eyes trying to find something trustworthy but she still felt vulnerable and at the moment uncertain how to get out of this situation, she really did not want to kill the most decorated knight in the kingdom. Her mind raced at the thought, if she could indeed. She shrugged her shoulders which lifted and jiggled her breasts as she noted he gazed upon them momentarily, "I was going to use you and this mission to get into the keep. At which point I would lose the armor and offer my body to the Count. As I straddled the Count giving him pleasure I would stab him in throat at the opportune moment."

Jonathan chuckled, "Yeah that sure would be an impressive way to die. Okay, I admire your determination. A year you say..."

Carrie nodded again, "Yes a year..."

Jonathan smiled at her, "So are you certain you even know how to perform as a woman after such a long time?"

Her eyes darted back to his now very hard member as she stuttered, "I... I think I still know how to be a woman... Enough with these games, what do you intend to do with me?"

He paced a few steps as he watched her trembling against the stone wall; he reached down and pulled his sword from its scabbard. She immediately looked at hers, "Now come on let’s be fair about this, let me at least retrieve my sword and fight you honorably?"

Jonathan nodded at her as she moved across the chamber and deftly picked up her sword turning back to face him. He moved in swinging once again at her as she parried his blow and made a feeble attempt at striking him. She realized he was very skilled as he watched her body sway and jiggle in the appropriate places.

They once again began a dance about the room slashing and parrying. If she had any doubts as to whether he had meant any of the blows, she considered their first engagement where he was testing her abilities, now he was definitely trying to kill her.

She swept out and caught his leg as she shifted and pressed her body against his, momentarily allowing his free hand to grope one of her breasts. It startled him as it through him off balance and she pressed knocking him to the floor. She moved in as she swung down on him as he defended and parried from his disadvantaged position. She danced around again and swung down as he deflected his blade upwards tearing her sword from her hand.

Carrie could not believe the man's skill but she knew of his stories and fame, but just could not believe as he suddenly rolled from his backside as she felt the man grip her neck with his hand forcing her to her own knees. His sword rested between her breasts as the tip rubbed her neckline; a thin line of blood could be seen on her right breast as she realized how sharp the man's blade was. Jonathan stared down at the shapely figure of the woman his hand holding her neck firmly as his blade sought her blood, yet he could not find it in himself to kill her.

She breathed in again as she realized she was still alive, "What do you intend to do noble knight?"

Jonathan pushed the sword a little more forward as she felt its tip prick her neck, a drop of blood formed, "I should cleave your head from your body, but your tale of revenge intrigues me. I have no love for the Count, but if I can best you this easily you will not get any chance to succeed with your plans."

She stayed still waiting for him to continue. Jonathan smiled as he considered she knew her place and understood her situation, "Against my better judgment I shall release you." He slowly pulled his blade backwards away from her body, though keeping its edge close to her breast, she held still not moving. She heard the clatter of the blade as Jonathan continued, "Drop to your elbows and knees."

She did as he had instructed almost curling into a ball but he stood there watching her as he pulled back thinking. He was allowing his sudden attraction to the woman cloud his mind, as he stared at her nicely shaped body. His eyes darted to her white breeches and his mind wondered what treasure she held hidden from his view.

He paced back and forth behind her as he considered his own thoughts. Carrie stayed where she had been told not wanting to bring any further animosity to the situation.

Jonathan moved over to her once again, "Stand up!" He stated firmly and with a commanding voice that left no imagination to what might happen should she disobey him. He looked upon her large breasts as they heaved when she stood, the nipples were hard but that could be from the intense situation or the cold air within the keep.

He turned and headed toward another door, "Follow me." Again the command was firmly stated. She paused only momentarily as she considered running but realized he would give chase and perhaps this time would be less forgiving. So she did as she was told and followed him through the door and down the hallway to another room.

As she entered the dark chamber she could hear water dripping and cascading into the large pool, and as Jonathan began lighting the torches along the walls the room slowly revealed itself as a bath chamber. The chamber was perhaps thirty feet across the entrance and maybe sixty or so feet from the door. The walls were stone and the floor was some sort of marble. The outer floor surrounded the pool of water giving perhaps two or three feet of walking space on all sides. A series of marble steps led into the pool of water which looked to be no more than perhaps five feet at the deepest. A natural forming waterfall cascaded down on one corner of the pool as the south side allowed the excess runoff to flow underneath the room. He looked at her standing there, "Strip, you shall bathe me and if I feel more inclined I shall determine a way out of this situation for you..."

Carrie considered her choices but realized this was the easier path at the moment so she untied her cotton breeches allowing them to slip down her nicely shaped thighs. As the breeches dropped to the marble floor, the knight was allowed to see that her natural color was indeed a brunette as he gazed upon her thick patch of hair. He pulled his breeches off as well as he stepped down into the cool water. She watched his strong legs and firm body stride into the pool and a moment later followed him in as well. The cool water sent shivers through her body as goose bumps formed, her nipples hardened as she focused on adjusting to the temperature of the water.

She reached over for some cloth swaps and began working the soap into the rags, she closed the distance and began to wash the man's body, rubbing his sore muscles and noting his battle scars. He pressed in and kissed her on the lips startling her for a moment as a gasp slipped from her, his firm hands gripped her shoulders as he pulled her closer pressing her breasts against his chest allowing his manhood to rub against her thigh.

He pulled a rag as well and begin to caress and wash her body as she did his, she moaned from his firm grip as he rubbed and squeezed her body. His hands squeezed her now slippery and soapy breasts as he pulled her even closer against his body. She looked up into his eyes for a brief moment and saw the confusion he still battled with, and considered she might still lose her head this evening.

Her hand slid down his chest as she slipped it around his firm hard shaft and slowly stroked him, her only knowledge of her effectiveness was his moan. She squeezed it harder as she felt him squeeze her breasts as he slid his hands around her and gripped her ass firmly. His hands massaged her ass cheeks as he pulled her closer to him as she released his cock and wrapped her arms around his neck, both of her breasts pressing firmly into his chest.

He lifted her suddenly as he shifted her onto his cock and she let out a sudden gasp as the head of his cock penetrated her body. He held her firmly as he demonstrated his ability to please a woman. The only sounds now were her grunts and the slapping of her firm ass on the water's surface as he bucked her, each thrust pushing deeper into her body and driving her beyond ecstasy. Jonathan could not believe the incredible body of this woman as he held her and drove his member in and out of her warm tight body.

He grunted as he suddenly gripped her cheeks pulling her down completely onto his cock, she felt him twitched and realized at once he was pumping his seed into her body. He groaned as he spun her around and held her by the arms continuing to thrust in and out of her as he rocked her body. She arched suddenly herself as her own climax took over her body but he continued to penetrate her as she felt him once again shake and tremble and explode inside her. The second eruption of his cock sent her over again as she arched pushing her body down on to his cock trembling and shaking from yet another earth shattering climax.

He released her arms as she lay against the side of the pool, the water lapping against her thighs as he slipped out of her and dunked his body under the surface, as he raised again water dripped from various parts of his body as he looked upon her breathing against the side. He rubbed his hand along her ass, feeling the smooth skin and watched as more goose bumps appeared. She lifted her head to gaze upon him examining her body, a smile formed slowly.

He squeezed her cheek as he breathed in again, "Turn around and face me..."

Carrie swung around to sit on the edge of the pool looking at the man as he spread her legs allowing him to gaze at her woman head. His right thumb traced her slit as he began to rub her bringing her to another state of arousal as his left hand squeezed her left breast feeling its firmness. She stared and watched him as her breathing once again became erratic as her chest heaved from his toying with her. He continued with his foreplay until she once more arched her back jutting her firm breasts against his hand as she shuddered against another climatic orgasm.

He let her slip into the water, cooling off as he held her watching her breasts heave and bob on the water's surface. After what seemed like an eternity, he lifted her body from the water, allowing beads and streams to cascade to the floor below. He walked carrying her to another room, which contained a large bed as he lowered her onto the furs and rugs that covered its soft surface.

She felt him twist her body as he wasted no time taking her from behind and began once again to penetrate her body with his cock. She reveled in the intensity of the passion, which drove his member in and out of her, as he once again brought her to the brink. She could feel him thrusting deeper with each movement, she could hear his groans of pleasure, once again releasing his seed deep inside her. She felt him drop to her side as he dozed off into his own restful nature as her body ebbed into sleep from the shudders and electrifying shakes from her own orgasms that shook her body.

She woke the next morning turning to find him staring at her naked body, his hand reached out and squeezed her firm breast as she shuddered from his touch, and “So am I to live at least?"

He smiled at her as he considered her words; another squeeze of her breast was enough to satisfy her that he was not going to kill her, "So how will I be able to kill the Count now?" She said softly as he looked upon her, he sighed, "Like I said your plan has merit."