Medieval Mischief

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by Mlyn Hurn


  “Oh.” Avalon spoke softly. “I thought you were unhappy with me.”

  * * * * *

  Brand stared at his young wife. Something had gone wrong along the way, and he wasn’t sure what it was. He doubted it was something Avalon did, because of her naiveté and openness. She was impulsive, and that was leading her down some bad paths. Of course, it could be that he wasn’t the right kind of husband for Avalon, but he didn’t want to consider that.

  “I may have thought I wanted a wife like Althea or my stepmother in the beginning,” Brand told her softly. He slipped a finger under her chin and held her face up to meet his eyes. “But I have since then learned that I am not as complacent as Gandalf or my father. I would be bored within a day with a woman like either of them.” He leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. “I’ll never have a bored hour with you, my sweet.”

  Brand slowly pressed Avalon backward, into the lush, warm, green grass. He kissed her face, cheeks and then her mouth once again. This time he found her lips parted and her tongue waiting for him. He moved his hand down to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to her waist. He groaned when she spread her thighs eagerly and he felt her wetness on her pussy. He held back for a moment though.

  “Darling, what really caused that horrible stench?”

  Avalon wiggled beneath him, unable to stop the eager seeking of her hips. “Goat dung, Brand. I needed it for something special I had decided on.”

  Brand settled between her widespread thighs. His hard cock touched the wet lips and slipped inside a bit. “I can’t imagine any scent needing goat dung, my love.”

  Avalon smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her thighs circled his hips. She pulled him close and Brand thrust into her eager body. His groan and harsh breathing delayed her reply. She shifted her body beneath him, and rocked and shimmied her bottom, enticing and arousing him even more.

  “It was a love potion I found, stuck way back in a little piece of paper at the back of the book.”

  Brand froze and lifted up on his arms, pausing in his thrust. “What? A love potion! I don’t think I need any help in that department, my sweet wife.”

  Avalon giggled and tightened her muscles rhythmically, squeezing his cock inside her body. She was a fast learner. She repeated the action, squeezing his cock, over and over.

  “I didn’t mean potency potion, Brand. I wanted you to love me with your heart and your head, not just with…”

  Brand chuckled loudly. He resumed his thrusts, and felt her answering moves. A moment before they reached simultaneous climax, he demanded she open her eyes and look at him. “Darling, you’ve had my heart! I just wasn’t smart enough to give it over into your loving hands. It is yours, forevermore, as am I.”

  Avalon sighed, feeling his cum rushing into her belly. She loved him so much, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I love you, too!” she told him joyfully.

  She held him tightly to her, arms and legs wrapped around him as she felt him jerk, shudder and send the last of his juice into her body. Brand’s groan of satisfaction and contentment told her more than his words of his true feelings. She knew he would soon feel freer to talk, but for now, they had each other to hold on to, and that was all that really mattered.

  Epilogue

  The next spring arrived and Avalon was out once again looking for wildflowers, grasses and weeds. With a good deal of persistence and diligence, Brand had found another woman who was talented with potions. He, as well as the rest of the castle, was quite glad when he had arranged for his wife to have lessons in the ancient art of mixing natural ingredients for sundry objectives. If this was what she wanted to cook, then she would at least be well taught!

  Her apron was filling quickly today since the weather had been so mild this year. Perhaps she would have enough to try a scent for Brand’s father. It was too bad that Brand started sneezing every time he tried to use any of the sweet smelling potions she had made for him both for Christmas and as she tried something new. Hopefully his father wouldn’t suffer from the same ailment.

  “Althea told me you were out here, wife!”

  Avalon looked up as her husband approached. “I stopped to see her and the baby before I came out. I have a new recipe to try for the baby’s colic. He kept both of them up the last two nights.”

  She tied her apron into a holding bag as she watched Brand dismount his destrier. “I’m surprised to see you. I understood that you and Gandalf were going to get some practice in today. Althea said Gand feels as if he is getting soft since the baby came. No more travels and running about with you.”

  “Well, he got tired from the lack of sleep so we quit early. And I promise you that you need not worry that I will be getting soft any time soon.”

  Avalon lifted her lips for her husband’s kiss as he stopped in front of her. Since they weren’t too near the castle gates she slid her hand down and cupped his cock. He immediately proved the truth in his words.

  “Hmm. No softness there, husband,” Avalon whispered against Brand’s lips.

  Brand grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer to his body. His mouth eagerly covered hers and stopped her words. Several long moments later they eased back from one another. His right hand, which had slid over to cup her breast, continued to gently massage the firm, full flesh.

  “You had best stop that, husband. Remember what your father said about good examples and how making love in full view of the castle gates is a distraction?”

  “Yes, damn it all! We can’t go back because someone will undoubtedly stop us the minute we cross the threshold.”

  “No more sneaking away to our bedchamber for those lovely long naps anymore.” Avalon paused and rubbed her hand over her swelling belly. Those delicious long afternoon interludes had certainly paid off. But she did regret the way they seemed to disappear once her pregnancy became evident to everyone in the castle. It was as if everyone now assumed there was no reason for them to be enjoying those sweet, hot escapes from the daily grind!

  Brand covered her hand. “Is something wrong? Do you feel all right?”

  “Yes, my love, I feel fine. I just need more of my husband’s restorative love making.”

  “I am starting to believe that there is a conspiracy afoot to keep us from enjoying our midday naps since the coming of our babe was known.”

  Nodding slowly, Avalon stopped abruptly. “I have bread, cheese and water in my sack, sir. I brought it just in case I got hungry. I even put some fruit in there. If you took me in front of you on your destrier, we could be at that lovely pond quite quickly, almost before anyone even knew we had gone. The grass there is usually nice and thick.”

  Brand grinned down at his wife. “Grab your belongings then, Avalon.”

  In just a few minutes they were riding toward the lovely pond where they had discovered and resolved their mistakes the previous year. Brand’s arms held her securely in front of him. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

  “And after I’ve fed and watered you, my love, I’ll show you how sweet being in front of me can truly be.” He lightly nibbled her earlobe with his lips. “Holding you tightly in front of me, lying on our bed, I can think of several different ways to show you what a fun and interesting position that can be.”

  Avalon’s laughter joined his as they rode the short distance to the water. There would be twigs to pick out of her hair and clothing later, but she would enjoy the gentle chiding and laughter she would most likely receive from the other women in the castle. That was just one of the perks of being married to the lusty heir of the castle!

  The End

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