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by AJ Ryder


  The bandits would catch her.

  They would catch her and rob her of her scant coins as well as her virtue. God only knew what they would do to her after that, once they had enjoyed their fill of her, and there was no one around to help her...no one around to hear her scream. The woods Klaryssa had thought to be her salvation would, in fact, be her downfall.

  She would never see her father and sister again.

  She would not live to marry Bailey, her betrothed.

  It was then that Klaryssa dashed through a thicket and nearly ran into a tall man dressed entirely in black armor as he draped the carcass of a stag over the back of his large, black steed. The bow and quiver fastened to his saddle only further proved the man had just concluded a hunt, but that hardly mattered at that moment. There was only one black knight of any true distinction, and Klaryssa had no doubt that this man before her was in fact him. Mercenary and cold-hearted, he was still a better option than the alternative biting at Klaryssa’s heels, and it was with that mentality that the frightened maiden threw herself at his mercy.

  “Please…” Klaryssa begged breathlessly through her exhausted panting as she gazed up at the knight’s helmet-clad head and clung to the armor of the black breastplate with trembling fingers. By Dynol, she wished she could see through the helmet’s visor. “Please, Sir Knight, you have to help me…!”

  “Do I?” the knight asked while tilting his head to the side just a little. “And why is that, lass?”

  “Because a band of thieves is after me and if they were to catch me…” Klaryssa shuddered before tightening her grip upon the man. “Please…please help me, Sir Knight.”

  Behind the visor of his helmet, the knight grinned. “My lady, you seem to have me confused for a paladin. I am neither a great champion of man, nor a rescuer of helpless damsels. My involvement and aid in a matter that does not concern me in the slightest comes at a price…and you must ask yourself if you are willing to pay it.”

  Klaryssa gulped softly. Even without seeing the knight’s face, the intonation behind his words was more than clear. But still…anything he had in mind had to be better than the fate she would meet at the hands of the men who had not once given up their pursuit of her. No doubt, they would be whipped into an agitated frenzy and would not hesitate in taking that aggression out on the woman they had hunted like a rabbit. “Please, Sir Knight,” Klaryssa pleaded desperately when the sounds of the bandits grew ever nearer. “Please help me…I’ll do anything you ask.”

  “Anything?” the knight asked as he swept his calculating gaze over the enticing, feminine form standing before him. He could only imagine the softness of the ivory skin that was hidden beneath the fabric of the girl’s clothing; but, that was not all that appealed to him.

  “Anything, Sir Knight,” Klaryssa confirmed tearfully with a nod of her head. “I swear it. Just don’t let them catch me, please!”

  “Very well then,” the knight said while stepping between Klaryssa and the trees while drawing the dual battle axes that were strapped to his back. The double-sided blades of both weapons were wickedly curved, and the knight twirled both weapons effortlessly as the first of the bandits cleared the trees. The black knight attacked without a second thought, and the axe in his left hand cut through one of the bandit’s neck like butter. The severed head fell from the body and rolled several feet away with a lingering expression of shock as the decapitated body fell to the ground with a heavy spurt of blood.

  Klaryssa’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle her scream, and she took several steps back before stopping when her back came into contact with the side of the knight’s massive, black horse who whinnied and tossed his head before rearing up in agitation. “Steady boy,” Klaryssa whispered while gently brushing a trembling hand against the stallion’s strong neck. “Steady,” she murmured.

  Moments later, the stallion snorted and pawed the earth once with his hoof before waiting for his master to finish his work. So much the better for Klaryssa who could no longer stomach the sight of the violence and bloodshed. While she had heard tales of battles and war, she had never actually seen anyone killed. Closing her large brown eyes, she dropped to her knees and finally had to resort to covering her ears with her hands in order to drown out the screams and sounds of blade hitting blade before striking true against flesh and bone. It was not until a pair of strong, gauntlet-clad hands firmly gripped her forearms and pulled her to her feet that Klaryssa finally opened her eyes with great hesitation.

  “Dynol’s mercy…” Klaryssa breathed in disbelief as her eyes widened in horror at the massacre that littered the small clearing. “You…you killed them.” She turned her gaze to the knight and took in the sight of his blood-spattered armor. “You killed them all.”

  “Is that not what you wished?” the knight asked in a smooth voice as he tilted his helm-encased head to the side. “Did you not beg and plead for me to help you?”

  “Yes, to take me somewhere safe…somewhere where they couldn’t get to me,” Klaryssa replied hurriedly. “You didn’t have to kill them!” The chuckle that emerged from behind the helm’s visor moments later appeared almost disembodied, and it gave Klaryssa the chills.

  “Men like that, those who prey mercilessly upon the weak, are no different from a rabid dog or a gnoll, and like those pathetic creatures, so too must men like that be put out of their misery,” the black knight answered. “Consider it an act of mercy in the end for whatever defenseless soul would have fallen victim to them should I have allowed them to continue living their parasitic lives on my lands.” Behind the visor of his helm, the knight grinned wolfishly. “Now, then,” He lifted his helmet from his head and shook the long tresses of blackest obsidian free. His hazel eyes bored deeply into Klaryssa’s, and his grin remained in place. “Onto more…invigorating things.”

  His lands?

  Klaryssa’s breath caught in her throat moments later, and she was ripped from her thoughts upon seeing the knight’s face. Truthfully, she had expected a hideous ogre of a man, for truly, such an appearance would be worthy of the knight’s notoriety. She had not been prepared for the high cheekbones, sensual lips, or the cascade of brown, shaggy hair through which she longed to run her fingers.

  She suddenly had trouble remembering what her betrothed looked like.

  The knight seemed to read Klaryssa’s thoughts, and he chuckled darkly. “Not what you were expecting, my pet?” he asked while taking a step closer to the young woman he eyed with a growing hunger.

  Klaryssa slowly shook her head. “No, Sir…?”

  “Dresdyn,” the knight provided matter-of-factly as he removed his gauntlets and allowed them to fall to the ground. “Lord Dresdyn y Blaidd,” his voice rumbled as he took another step towards Klaryssa.

  Klaryssa’s eyes widened, and she hurriedly dropped to her knees and bowed her head. Rather than finding herself in the presence of the infamous black knight that wandered the lands of Cadarnle, she was instead face to face with the man who ruled the large fiefdom upon which she and so many others dwelled. “Lord y Blaidd,” she said hurriedly. “F...forgive me. I didn’t recognize you.”

  In truth, none of the vassals living within the borders of the fief had seen their Lord; but that did not mean that rumors did not surround him. Rumors of the Lord being a dark wizard, a wicked sadist, or even a vicious beast in the guise of a person were muttered among the vassals on a regular basis. The more elusive Dresdyn remained, the more the rumors grew, regardless of the fact that the y Blaidd line was the second most trusted by the Crown for the way they vehemently defending the land of Cadarnle time and again.

  Dresdyn’s father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had been subjected to the same rumors, and the practice that each generation of their line had of taking a maiden from one of the villages on their land did nothing to assuage the rumors. The maiden was chosen as a bride seemingly at random--a formal decree delivered to her family--and she was then delivered to Castle y Blaidd to live out the rest of
her days. There was no engagement party and no wedding celebration. The maiden was simply never heard from again.

  “Rise, my pet,” Dresdyn rumbled with a wolfish grin. “No need to be on your knees unless I ask. Now, what might your name be, lovely one?” he asked in his deep voice that was sinfully decadent like honey.

  “Klaryssa,” was the hoarsely whispered reply that escaped through pink trembling lips as the maiden slowly rose to her feet. “Klaryssa Golomen.

  “Such a lovely name,” Dresdyn murmured while closing the distance between them at last. “The way your bottom lip trembles is so very sweet…” Dresdyn purred before slowly tracing his tongue along Klaryssa’s bottom lip. The corners of his mouth turned up into a small, triumphant grin when he was rewarded with a soft gasp. Cupping Klaryssa’s face firmly in his hands so she could not pull away, his grin grew as he gazed deeply into her eyes. “And your lips taste even sweeter…I can only imagine how the rest of your will taste, my little dove.” He moved his hands up to cup the back of Klaryssa’s head and tangled them into her golden tresses. He nipped Klaryssa’s bottom lip before kissing her deeply, and his tongue possessively plundered and explored the recesses of her mouth.

  Never had Klaryssa been kissed in such a way, not even by Bailey. There had never been any fire or passion in their kisses, and until that moment, Klaryssa had simply thought that to be the norm. But in that moment, Dresdyn had dashed that belief and were it not for Dresdyn’s hands gripping her hair, Klaryssa was certain she would have fallen to the ground the moment her knees went weak. A soft, aroused whimper of submission escaped her throat when she felt Dresdyn’s long, strong fingers tighten their grip within her hair, and she could not stop herself from pressing into his armored body as her tongue danced eagerly with his.

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  Every kiss that Eddie left down my body raised a trail of goosebumps; and when he began pulling my cotton panties down with his teeth, I shifted my hips this way and that to help him. Once Eddie had tossed my panties to who-knows-where, my legs spread of their own volition for him, and I gasped while shivering as Eddie slowly nuzzled and kissed along the insides of my legs.

  “Eddie…” I whispered before gasping and jerking my hips up when he languidly licked my clit before softly blowing upon it. “Oh...oh, Eddie!” I whimpered when he slowly swirled his tongue around my clit.

  “Mmmm…” Eddie nuzzled my inner thighs before deeply breathing in my scent. “I always knew you'd smell good,” he murmured before using his elbows to pin my knees against the mattress as his hands gripped my hips. He dipped his tongue into my slit and groaned. “And you taste even better than I thought you would, mi preciosa,” he murmured huskily before delving his tongue deep into me.

  I whimpered wordlessly and bit my bottom lip. I wanted more than anything to tangle my hands into Eddie's dark, thick, luxurious hair, but I couldn't do that because of my shirt. I was utterly helpless to do anything else but grip the bed’s headboard as Eddie feasted upon me with the type of relish he normally reserved for his mother's cooking. I whined in protest when Eddie withdrew his tongue, but within moments I was arching my back and whimpering wantonly when he suckled my clit into his mouth while sliding two fingers into me. My body began trembling when Eddie started humming; but by the time he hooked his fingers inside of me to brush mercilessly against my g-spot, tears of euphoria were welling up in my eyes.

  Why had we waited so long to do this?!

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  Malcolm growled and bit me harder at the same time he slammed hard into me, and a stifled cry escaped me. His thrusts were harder now, and the minor twinge of pain was offset by the rhythmic slapping of his balls against my ass as he claimed me. I never knew anything could feel so utterly good. Shit...was I a masochist? I mean...was I? Did such a thing truly matter at that moment? Fuck no!

  “Yes!” I whispered frantically as my inner walls undulated around Malcolm’s cock. “Yes, yes, fuck yes!”

  I dug my nails into my palms in a desperate attempt to keep myself anchored to the moment and stave off my second orgasm, but I lost the fight when Malcolm sucked the bite mark. I bit down hard onto my bottom lip to keep from screaming as my back arched, and my body quivered as Malcolm continued pounding into me even as my inner walls spasmed uncontrollably around his cock. I kept waiting for him to cum...even as my second orgasm overlapped with my third, I waited for Malcolm to cum.

  But he didn’t.

  He hadn’t even broken a sweat!

  When Malcolm raised his head from my neck so he could look down at me, I could tell from the raw hunger in his eyes that he wasn’t finished yet. His lustful smile made me shiver in anticipation even as my body continued to quiver in the lingering throes of my back to back orgasms.

 

 

 


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