by Powerone
Black Knights, Dark Dungeon
Powerone
Sizzler Editions
ISBN 9781615086382
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Copyright 2015 Powerone
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1 Goodbye
Chapter 2 Attack and Retreat
Chapter 3 Norman Invasion and Revenge
Chapter 4 Bridget, so Vulnerable
Chapter 5 More Men, More Acts
Chapter 6 Unrest and Danger for All
Chapter 7 Bridget Brings Such Pleasure to the Men
Chapter 8 The Rest of Ireland Invaded
Chapter 9 Ship’s Dungeon
Chapter 10 More
Chapter 11 Repairs and Revenge
Chapter 12 His Prey’s Wife Brings Such Pleasure
Chapter 13 Home with a Virgin Treasure
Chapter 14 A Plan Gone Wrong
Epilogue
Chapter 1
Goodbye
Caitlin snuggled next to her husband, Harkin as they lay on the blanket spread out on Slea Head, the promontory that rose from the sea. The soft moss lay beneath them, spread out in a carpet of green that sailed to the edge of the deadly, black rock cliffs that surround Dingle Bay. The promontory was high up, so it broke through the fog that lay below, partially obscuring the blue waters and white caps on the sheltered harbor. Most days, it was misty, foggy, and rainy, but today, the sun tried to break through as if it was celebrating her husband’s departure.
Harkin lay content with his wife at his side, even though he was leaving to sail to England with two ships of soldiers. His thoughts weren’t on that, it was his heart that was breaking to have to leave his new bride of six months. It would be almost a year before he’d return. He felt her warm, soft body next to his and knew it would be gone tomorrow when his ships set sail.
She wore a green wool dress with touches of red silk on the collar and sleeves. It clung to her young, womanly body that made his organ swell in pleasure. The dress was cut low in the front, and the gentle swell of her white breasts pushed up in spite of the cold, teasing his eyes with what was beneath the dress. Her red hair contrasted sharply with the green dress, but her hair paled in color to his dark-red hair. He felt her snuggle closer as the wind grew colder. He knew that they’d soon go home and leave this beautiful place, but home would be a warm bed where he’d make love to her once again.
Caitlin would have to be strong; she’d be the lady of the house when he left. She still had a hard time coming to grips with their marriage. Lord Harkin was the head of the O’Donoghue clan of Shire Kerry, and he’d swept her off her feet. She’d never been happier than she was with him. She knew there would be times like this, when he would have to go out and fight for what was his. He was a Knight of Kerry, a Green Knight. It was his birthright and his duty to his clan and his king. “I’m going to miss you, my husband.”
“Not as much as I’ll miss you.” He saw her shiver with cold. “We should go home where its warm and we’ll have our privacy.”
She knew what he meant, and she was eager to please her husband as well as herself. She was pure when she married him at the ripe age of eighteen, Harkin ten years her senior, but he was gentle with her and taught her how to please him. She was surprised to find her own pleasure, never expecting such a thing. His large, muscular frame dwarfed her petite body, but even when he lay on her, she barely felt his weight. But she did feel his manhood, large and powerful, as he took her breath away. “Yes, let’s go; I’m eager to feel my husband inside me once again.”
They walked slowly back to the castle that rose to surround the town in its protective shield. The black stones of the castle were cut meticulously and rose from the ground to the highest turret. The bridge was made of the thickest wood within two hundred miles, and the gates were forged from hardened iron by the local blacksmiths. It had been calm for many decades, but there were tremors of problems coming, and Harkin would have to deal with them. The gate was open and the bridge down as if welcoming all comers inside, but the guards that manned the walls said something different, forever vigilant of strangers. He hated to take so many soldiers with him, but the men left behind to protect the town were his most trusted.
They entered their private sanctuary in the castle, going into the main room. The large fireplace lit up the room with the blazing logs and the heat felt good as the door closed behind them. He’d made sure the fires in the living room and their bedroom were lit; Harkin didn’t want anything or anyone to interrupt them.
Caitlin could see that he was eager. “Would you like to make love to me on the sheepskins in front of the fire?” No one would dare enter and disturb them. Many of the guards were at home with their families before they left tomorrow and the single ones were in the town, drinking pints and finding a woman to share their bed that night.
He looked at her as she took off the shawl and saw her voluptuous body. His organ was pinched tight in his pants and was eager to be free. “I’ll get us a glass of wine to enjoy in front of the fire.” He didn’t have to say any more. He poured the wine and brought the goblets over to her as she stood close to the fire, her luscious body outlined by the licking flames that rose in the fireplace. “To my beautiful wife.” They toasted, and then, he took the goblets and put it on the table. He spread out three sheepskins around the fireplace, not close enough for sparks to reach but close enough to keep them warm when they were naked.
She stood there as he slowly undressed her. The first night he did that, it had made her turn red when his eyes feasted on her virgin body, but since then, she grew accustom to him, and she couldn’t deny the yearning she felt between her legs when he undressed her. Now, she felt proud that he desired her above all other women. She knew he had many choices to take as his wife, but he’d selected her.
His large fingers were nimble in spite of their size as he opened each of the small pearl buttons on the front of her dress. As the dress opened, he could see the chemise she wore, made of the finest linen. It could barely contain her full breasts, and he was eager to expose them. When he got to the last button at her waist, he pushed the dress from her shoulders and slid it down her arms until it fell to her waist, stopped by her womanly hips. He kissed her neck and saw her nipples swell in expectation, hearing a soft moan from her lips as his lips found her soft, fragile skin on her neck. The fire flickered over her flesh to reveal her pale skin, dotted with freckles.
She tilted her head to expose her neck, so vulnerable to him as she felt his hot, urgent lips kiss her skin. A strong hand stayed on her hips, holding her for his pleasure. His lips brought goose bumps to her skin and tremors of pleasure between her legs. She felt him push her hair to the side as he nuzzled her neck. As his lips moved lower, her nipples rose to prominent, hard tips, eager to feel the same touch as her neck.
His hands grew more eager as they slowly lowered her dress over her hips, careful not to tear it in his haste but eager to get her naked before him so he could worship her body. The green dress fell to her feet as he pushed back from her neck so he could admire her half-naked body. Her full breasts pushed out the top of the chemise, and it was short enough so he could see her long, lean legs, eager to feel them wrapped around him in a passionate embrace. “You are so beautiful.” His body was eager to possess her. She brought a startled gasp from his mouth when her hand cupped his growing organ.
“You are so big, my husband.” She could feel the pulsating hardness of his organ, her small fingers curled around the massive shaft th
at even his trousers couldn’t hide. She knew that he wouldn’t undress until he had her naked before him, but her hand never left his organ. His hands moved over her body, sliding up from her hips until one large hand cupped her breast and took possession of it. Her nipple sprang to such hardness, pounding with blood as the pleasure raced through her body. His powerful hand was gentle as he clenched her flesh. He squeezed it until his fingers found her swollen nipple and pinched it gently. She moaned and arched her back to push her breasts into his hands, as her fingers slowly stroked his growing organ.
Harkin couldn’t contain his lust any longer; Caitlin’s hand stroked the fire between his legs. He had to be careful not to tear the fragile linen, as he pushed the chemise off her shoulders, but his lust wouldn’t be denied much longer. He pulled the chemise down until her breasts were revealed in all their glory. Her breasts swelled up to stand tall in their youthful exuberance; the tips were hard and pink and contrasted against the big brown areolas that surrounded them, like bulls-eyes on her alabaster skin. He pushed the chemise down, in haste to her hips, as his hand found her bare breast. When he grasped one, he felt her hard nipple push into his palm. His mouth slid down her neck, but this time, he didn’t stop until his lips found her hard nipple. He teased it with his lips until he drew it deep into his mouth.
Her hands deserted his organ but only to grasp his long hair and pull his head harder to her breast. His tongue raced around her nipple to suck and gently bite her breast as his powerful suction drew it deep into his mouth. His other hand rose and grasped her other breast, and his fingers eagerly fondled her nipple. “Take me, my husband,” she moaned.
He licked, kissed, and bit her breasts, going from one to the other, but he never ignored either; his hand or mouth fondled her continuously. He finally pulled back to gaze as both of her breasts as they glistened in the firelight from his spit. His hands moved back to her waist and eagerly pushed the chemise down her legs until it fell to her ankles. She kicked it off and stood there naked before him. His eyes worshipped her flesh as he stared at the fine red hairs that curled around her womanhood. He fought the urge to take her instantly, but he knew they’d have all night. He stood back from her as he began to undress.
Caitlin watched as he took off his clothes. He threw off his boots, and then, he unbuttoned his shirts until his large chest was bared for her. She saw the scars on his upper arm where a sword had found its mark. His flat abs was sliced with tiny scars from opponents that had failed to make their marks and suffered the cruel fate of his sword from that error. She watched as he lowered his trousers, but her gaze stopped when his organ was freed, bouncing up in such hardness, surrounded by the thick thatch of his dark-red hair. He stood there with his thick thighs parted, his heavy balls hung down, swollen with his lust. She saw his hand reach up to his organ, and her voice rose out. “Let me.”
He stopped and felt her move her naked body against his, her breasts pushed into his chest as her small fingers tried to curl around his growing organ. Though her fingers were small, they were skilled at what she did. He’d taught her how to pleasure him, and she learned well. Her fingers worked miracles, stroking his organ as she pressed her firm breasts into his chest. He knew he wouldn’t last long and needed to get inside her. He lowered her to the soft touch of the sheepskins and pressed her body out prone for his pleasure.
It felt good when her breasts pushed into his hard chest and his thick chest hairs rubbed her nipples, but it was her hand that curled around his organ that brought her such delight. She loved the way she controlled him with just one hand. Her hands might be small, but she’d learned just what to do to bring him to such hardness. She could feel the power of his organ beneath her touch, his muscles made it jump in excitement, but her fingers tightened as she captured him in her tight grip, refusing to let his organ go. She finally let go as he pushed her down, and they both crashed to the sheepskins, legs flew everywhere as they succumbed to their passions. She found herself on her back as he drew her legs up, and his large hips went between her thighs and spread her legs for him. He hovered over her until his mouth crushed hers in a passionate embrace, their tongues meshed with each other. She felt his organ rub up and down her slit, finding her moisture and heat as she struggled not to thrust her body up and plunge his organ inside her. She waited impatiently for him to be ready.
His cock jerked in his hand when he rubbed her slit, pushing back the soft petals of her sex until he felt her hot, damp flesh run over the head of his organ. It didn’t take long until the head of his organ was wet enough, but he still didn’t thrust in hard. He felt her sex open, first with his fingers, his forefinger, and then with his middle finger as they pushed her open when his fingers penetrated her. He felt her muscles respond to grip his fingers, as they would when it was his organ nestled in her tight hole.
She felt every muscle in her body move with the thrusts of his fingers, her body on the edge as his fingers were removed and she felt the shuddering head of his organ stretch her sex to accept him inside. He was big, and she stretched wide to accept him, but any pain she felt was quickly replaced with pleasure as his organ began to probe deeper inside her sex. He began to plunge into the depths of her soul as her body arched up to accept him.
He struggled to get his big organ inside her without hurting her, but the tightness of her sex around his organ brought such pleasure to him. He pushed harder with his hips and then pulled out, but only far enough, so he could use more power with the next thrust.
Caitlin waited until she felt the shudder run through his body and she knew that he was fully inside her. She clenched her inner muscles and felt his organ shudder back in pleasure. She felt him withdraw; her insides felt like they were sucked out behind the massive head of his organ, but then, he was back inside, taking her with a powerful thrust that took her breath away. She arched up to meet each thrust and pull him deeper inside her.
He responded to her, desperate for his pleasure as he drove hard into her with such passion. He looked at her face, her head thrown to the side, her red hair fanned out on the sheepskins as she cried out in bliss. He could feel her hurried breathing to match his own as their passion overrode all else.
Her hands reached around to hold his body next to hers as she arched up to receive his commanding thrusts inside her. She saw his muscles bulge as he tightened up, and she knew he would soon fill her with his seed. She couldn’t contain it any longer; her body exploded in such pleasure at the same time she felt his organ pulsate and fill her with his seed. His frenzied hips drove back and forth even as he emptied his seed in her.
It was the same feeling he felt the first time he took her innocence. Each time he shot inside her, her muscles clenched on his organ, wanting more. It felt like it lasted forever until both of them lay next to each other on the sheepskins, their bodies drained but not exhausted. He’d be gone for a long time, so once wouldn’t be enough. They wouldn’t stop until they were exhausted or satisfied. She lay in the crook of his arm, her head rested on his rising chest. Being in this position, his cock was forced out, but it barely lost its rigor.
Caitlin didn’t even care that his seed slowly ran out of her sex. She could barely catch her breath, but she’d soon be back for more. They lay there for long minutes before the warmth of the fire. She surprised him; her hand slid down over his firm abs, and she soon found his organ. It was still wet with their juices, but she cared little when she felt it rise from her touch.
He felt his organ tremble in pleasure from her touch, but he wanted something different. He turned her body until she faced his feet. They lay on their sides, facing each other, and it didn’t take long for Caitlin to know what he desired.
She faced his growing organ only inches from her mouth. Her fingers curled around it to grasp it firmly, but it escaped when she blew on the head of his organ. Caitlin didn’t expect such violent eruptions from his powerful organ, at least not yet. She grasped it again, this time tighter, as she blew once again all ove
r the dark-red, thick head. Their glistening juices were still upon it, but it didn’t bother her as her tongue wet her lips in anticipation.
Harkin spread her legs and started with her thighs, planting soft kisses on her tender skin as he moved up her thighs to her sex. Her hips already began to move as he approached her sex. Her fine red hairs had tiny drops of her arousal on them and her lips were slightly parted and pink from the powerful thrusts of his organ. He felt her breath on his organ and knew he’d feel her lips soon enough. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, and then, a wet tongue slowly lapped over his organ. Her fingers held it in a tight grip, unable to escape the pleasure as her tongue began to lick the head. Eager to reciprocate, his fingers parted her slit and soon her tongue began the journey of licking it.
She had to open her mouth wide to take him in, her lips stretched around the thickness of his organ, but she succeeded in taking the head inside her mouth. Her tongue went to work licking it, feeling his organ shudder, jerk up and hit the roof of her mouth. She pushed her head down and took more of him inside as she felt his tongue began to lick her so intimately. Their mouths went to work on inspiring each other, bringing them both such pleasure.
Her mouth and fingers worked over his organ, making him hard and big once again. It was as though he never shot his seed inside her. His organ was trapped in such a delightful way, and his hips soon began to drive more of his organ inside her mouth. He heard her gag, so he pulled back but only the slightest bit. He found the heart of her pleasure, running his tongue up her slit until he discovered her pleasure button, hard and throbbing with her lust. He captured it in his mouth, just as she did with his organ. His tongue ran over it as he felt her shudders of pleasure.
They matched each other with their mouths, taking pleasure in giving pleasure. It was a long time since they did this, unencumbered by unsatisfied lust. Caitlin tasted his juices as they begin to leak out, and she knew that it would soon fill her mouth, but she cared only for giving Harkin the pleasure he deserved and required. She knew that she’d get her pleasure with him; his skilled tongue touched her in places that she barely knew existed before he’d taken her innocence the first time.
