Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 05:15:17 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Knight Errant

			       KNIGHT ERRANT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     Dolbert rode his stalwart steed toward the castle standing on the
hill. This must be the lands of King Facitus, who was being sore-pressed by
a dragon according to the men at that tavern. The dragon had recently
raided the castle keep and taken away with him the King's only child and
the king had sent out a call for knights errant such as he. Come and rescue
my beloved heir and any reward the rescuer could name within reason would
be given in return.
     He had pressed the men when he'd overheard it. "Is the King's Besani
beautiful?" He'd asked. He'd needed "Besani" translated for him, he learned
it meant the heir to the throne. That this heir was the King's daughter was
part of his own knowledge of dragon lore, the dragons were always capturing
princesses and beautiful maidens and taking them back to their lair.
     The men had looked startled. Then one of them nudged his comrade and
said, "Oh, the King's Besani is very beautiful indeed. A true vision of
loveliness."
     "Ah!" Dolbert raised his mug. "Then I should journey to King Facitus
and rescue his, uh, Besani for him. I could ask as my reward to be given
the Besani's hand in marriage, and he would have to give it to me. That
would let me become King some day."
     The men in the tavern took this plan of his in exceedingly good
cheer. "You may well be right about that." one of them said. "And have lots
of children. I only see one problem with that."
     Dolbert smirked. "That won't be any problem for me." He stood and
displayed his proud, majestic, muscled form. His body bulged from the heavy
work he'd done, between the wearing of his massive metal armor plate and
the swinging of his long, tempered sword. His face, too, was regular,
sturdy, solid and handsome. "I think the King's Besani would fall instantly
in love with me."
     "The Besani may well find your meat to be to taste." the man nudged
his comrade again, and the entire assemblage broke out in laughter.
     Irked, Dolbert got up and left the tavern without further speech or a
farewell. When he was king in King Facitus' place, he could think about
wreaking a special retribution on this town for its rudeness to a hero such
as himself!
     The castle gate was opened when he approached, for a knight errant is
easily visible as a visitor out of the ordinary. Inside, his horse was held
by a stableboy while he was taken immediately to see the King.
     "At last, at last!" the King breathed when he came in. "I did not
think that any would answer my call! It has been two weeks since my beloved
Besani was taken by the dragon!"
     "Then my price for rescuing your Besani should seem most reasonable."
Dolbert said confidently.
     "Yes, yes, name it and it will be yours."
     "My price is simple, your Besani's hand in marriage."
     The King's eyes were wide in surprise and his mouth worked. "You want
to...marry my...."
     "Exactly." Dolbert said. "And I won't accept anything less!"
     The King's mouth worked a bit longer, and then he said, "Well, I must
admit, just between you and myself, given what you have asked of me, that
you seem to be just the sort of man that my Besani would prefer as partner
in the marriage bed. My only condition is that my Besani must wish to marry
you. Agreed?"
     "We have an agreement." Dolbert said heartily.
     "You should ride immediately." the King went on hastily. He seemed to
be choking somewhat. "I am very concerned about my Besani, after all, and
you'll want to propose as soon as you can, before some other suitor beats
you to the dragon's lair." He choked further.
     "I shall not fail you." Dolbert bowed and left. Behind him, the King's
choking sounds got louder and louder. Was the King actually laughing?
Perhaps he had called in a jester to ease his worries. No matter...Dolbert
had a maiden faire to save!
     The dragon's lair was two days' ride and though Dolbert rode with all
dispatch (a knight's steed must be chosen for ability to carry heavy loads,
not for speed), the word of his quest preceded him. At every village, men
and women lined up and wished him all luck on his quest and that he and the
Besani would be very happy together. There was much merrymaking and
laughter as he rode by, his prowess' reputation must have preceded him.
     Then there was the hours going up the dried-up rill that led to the
dragon's cavern. The dragon's heat had evaporated the brook that had once
wended this way. Now it was gone, the place was trimmed with dead, dried
bushes and pale gray stones.
     He had just caught sight of the dragon's cave when the dragon
attacked. Dolbert was caught on an open area and could only raise up his
lance to meet the dragon's rushing attack.
     Had the dragon been flying, he could not have prevailed but the dragon
was using its legs only to rush at him. The dragon impaled itself on his
lance, which unluckily pierced only a shoulder blade rather than the chest
barrel. The lance was knocked out of his grasp and the dragon tossed its
forebody, tossing the lance into the away from itself and from Dolbert.
     The dragon roared, and the force of the impact knocked Dolbert off his
horse, which sensibly enough raced out of the way as soon as it felt
Dolbert fall out of the saddle. This left him on his back, pinned down by
his own armor, facing a wounded dragon.
     Only armed with his sword as the dragon came toward him. Cautiously
this time, it advanced, and as Dolbert felt the heat of its nostrils
closing on him, he stabbed at one of the dragon's large, yellow, cat-like
eyes.
     This time his blow went true. Into the eye and up into the brain case,
the dragon gave a single howl of pain that tore at Dolbert's ears
painfully, it was so high-pitched, and then the huge body of the dragon
fell beside him. The dragon was dead.
     Dolbert attempted to rise, to see if adrenaline would be enough to let
him rise despite the oppressive weight now pinning him by his chest and
back and arms and legs to the ground. He could move some, but only some. He
would have to roll his way to a nearby tree or something that he could grip
enough to slowly, painfully, drag himself upright.
     "Are you all right?" came a voice rather deeper than Dolbert had
expected. The princess must have caught a cold while in the dragon's lair
and her voice was hoarse.
     "I'm fine." Dolbert gasped. "Just held down by this damnable armor of
mine. Are you the Besani of King Facitus?" He tried to raise his head but
still could not see his to-be-bride.
     "I am. And you have slain the dragon and set me free. How can I show
you my gratitude?"
     "You can give me the only reward I have asked of your father." Dolbert
raised his head again, still no luck. But the Besani was moving closer,
soon he would see his treasure.
     "And what would that be?"
     "The honor of your hand in marriage."
     "To who?" the voice was bewildered.
     "To me, of course."
     "To you?
     "Yes." Dolbert struggled again. The voice was close, very close. "I
wish to marry you, oh Besani of King Facitus. I have heard of your beauty
and good nature and wish to make you my wife."
     "You have heard of me?"
     "Yes. Yes." Dolbert was getting frustrated. Was the Besani an idiot?
So much the better, he could rule without deferring to her. "I wish to
marry you."
     "You have not even seen me." the Besani said.
     "I don't need to see you. I love you." Dolbert said and tried to see
the Besani once again. "Tell me yes, that you will marry me. Please, say
yes."
     A sigh, heavy as snowfall in winter. "So long have I wished for a man
as strong and handsome and brave as you to ask me that, but I never dreamed
that day would possibly come. Yes. I'll marry you."
     Dolbert sighed. "You have made me incredibly happy. Now, pray, let me
see my bride's face."
     The Besani moved over to beside Dolbert's head and Dolbert looked up
at his betrothed.
     "Oh." was all he said. The Besani was NOT a maiden faire by any means,
and the failure to achieve this status was not due to fairness of face,
imperfections of skin or regularity of body. The Besani, quite simply was
not a maiden faire because the Besani was not a maiden!
     "Is there a problem?" The Besani asked, kneeling beside him.
     "I thought that dragons only capture and keep captive beautiful
maidens." Dolbert said dumbly.
     "Well, this one didn't." The Besani was most emphatically not a girl,
but a young man, whose body was not the muscled powerhouse of Dolbert, but
not the least effeminate, not as tall as Dolbert but not frail, not as
handsome as Dolbert, but bore a face that was attractive and
well-formed. "I'd tell you why, but I don't understand dragons any better
than you do."
     "I can't marry you!" Dolbert bleated. "Gods and serpents, I told the
King that was all I needed for a reward and he told me that all I had to do
was get you to agree and...Gods and spiders! He doesn't owe me a blessed
thing for my rescuing of you and killing of the dragon! He can turn me out
without a single copper!"
     "So you won't marry me after all?" the Besani asked.
     "Of course I won't!" Dolbert stormed.
     "Why not?"
     "Why not? Why not? Because you're missing out an important part of the
body required for marriage."
     "Which part is that?"
     Maybe this Crown Prince was an idiot after all! "The part that lets
you have sex with me, is what."
     "Oh. That." The Besani rose to his feet.
     "Help me up and I'll take you back to your father and that will be the
end of it." he said. "Gods, slugs and snails, I've outsmarted myself! A
promise to marry and the promise turns out to be for me to marry another
man!"
     He felt a hitching at the belt at his waist. It was being
undone. Useless, for the removal of his full armor, this would only release
the part of it around his loins, the part he could undo easily to let him
take care of bodily functions without removing major pieces of armor. The
armor there was only a chain-mail girdle, flexible but not as impervious as
plate armor.
     "If you can remove my chest armor, I think I could rise without any
further aid from you." Dolbert advised as the girdle was unwrapped to lie
beneath him on either side. Beneath this was a cloth wrap of similar style,
tied to his waist by a tie sewn to the top, it warded his bare skin from
the cold, clanking, pinching chainmail. "The ties to the chest armor are on
either side at...gurk!" The cloth wrap was being untied and he felt the
undeniable touch of a breeze upon his bare genitals. "What are you doing,
untying that?" and Dolbert tried to rise again. If he could get his hands
on the ground in a way that would give him leverage to lift his upper body,
he might yet....
     "Guh!" he fell back as his hands failed him in this. Not their fault,
with his arms practically at ground level as well, and held down by metal
pieces, he could only move his hands and arms around by walking them on his
fingertips like twin spiders. "What are you doing, Besani of King Facitus?"
he demanded.
     "Granting my rescuer the only boon he seems to require." the Besani
said. "And convincing my rescuer that marriage to me is not entirely out of
the question. Not if the only reason is an inability to have sex with you,
that is."
     "But you don't have a...an orifice for sex that...huh!" Now Dolbert's
manhood wasn't exposed entirely to air, now he was being held tightly by a
hand that had never endured long hours of labor, yet were trained into
being strong and adept just the same, the soft velvety palm encasing his
shaft and the fingers fastening it in place, and the hand was moving upon
him, up and down, and his cock, denied for days as he had ridden toward
first the castle and then the dragon's lair, revenged itself by rising
promptly and eagerly to full attention, the head peering out of the
foreskin at the world about it, its lone eye asking if this was a place
where it wanted to be.
     "You maybe can pleasure me with your hand, but that is nothing I could
not do for myself if I chose and....Ah-ah-ah-hahhhhh!"
     The princely mouth had descended upon him and the warm, wet lips and
tongue now bathed him in liquid attentions. Down it went, over his glans,
down the shaft, taking most of the nine inches of Dolbert's pride and joy,
and held it there, buried and submerged in royal warmth, and then rising
up, the lips clinging tightly, milking upwards, the tongue darting
playfully about as the mouth rose upwards, and then as the foreskin alone
was held captive within, the teeth caught and tugged at it , only nipping
the sensitive skin but in doing so, sending a wave of pleasure through
Dolbert's body.
     "Ah, gah, ah, gahh, hahhh!" Dolbert moaned.
     "And could you do this for yourself, oh brave knight errant?" the
Besani taunted him.
     "Serpents, snails, spiders and slugs, if only I could rise up, I'd
give you what for, royal blood or no!" Dolbert snarled. "That I could slay
a dragon only to lie helpless while you torment me thus, it is unbearable!"
     "Oh, I think you can bear it very well." the Besani returned. "I
merely wish to convince you utterly that there is nothing a woman can do
for you that I cannot do as well or better."
     "Your father knew you well." Dolbert muttered bitterly. "When he told
me that he thought I was a meat you would relish. That more than anything
convinced me of your femininity. And instead, what he meant was this!"
     The Besani's answer was to dive back onto Dolbert's dong and now the
prince bobbed up and down upon Dolbert's pud several times. Dolbert could
not do anything but writhe beneath these attentions, unable to prevent
them, unable to do anything but wriggle as his body was a royal plaything,
his manhood and his virility serving only to be slid in and out of the
Besani's mouth and throat, and for Dolbert, it only served to drive him
madder with unwanted desire! Traitor body, it cared nothing for how it was
served, it only cared that it was served! He had a man sucking his cock, it
could have been a beautiful woman, an ugly hag, a salt-hungry dog, a
watermelon with a hole carved into it, all were one and the same to his
man-tower, it only cared that it was held, moved, the skin tickled and
stimulated, and it would do the same thing, feel the same way here.
     "You have not matched a woman in this." he gasped out. "A-whooh! A
woman can do what you could never do, ah-gah! She could lie upon me and
look into my eyes as we made love, yet I cannot even see you as you do
this! Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooh!"
     And I shall do the like for you now." the Besani said as he again
released Dolbert's manhood. "You are prepared now for my full attentions."
     Dolbert heard the sounds of undressing and realized what was about to
happen. Gah, this was frustrating! He was pinned not by bonds or by weight
of superior force, but the very armor designed to guard his body had
betrayed it instead into this man's hands. He looked at the now-dead dragon
nearby, could he writhe over to it and catch hold of that rather formidable
body in a way that would let him pick himself up?
     He was about to try when he saw the Besani standing over him, fully
naked and saw the prong of the young prince jutting out in front of him. A
magnificent specimen indeed, it gave nothing in size to Dolbert's, and its
circumcised tip gave it a cleanly grace of sculpted beauty his own wrinkled
foreskin denied his own prod.
     And the Besani sat on his stomach, winced and wriggled to get the
chest armor in front of him entirely, and then the prince's hand was
reaching to guide Dolbert's spit-greased cock up into his nether
regions. Dolbert felt the crevice of the royal buttocks as they slid on
either side of his shaft, and then the hand twitched and the glans of
Dolbert's dong was touching a hot indentation between the princely buns,
and Dolbert moaned anew.
     "Yes, you see, I can look upon you as we make love." the Besani told
Dolbert. "Do you still deny that I could give you everything a woman
could?"
     "No, no more." Dolbert whispered as that hot wetness again enclosed
him, this time tighter than ever. "You can give me everything a woman can
when it comes to making love. I take back all I have said."
     "That's better." The Besani smiled down at him, winced again. "This
chest armor of yours is causing a blockage here, if I...ah!"
     Dolbert felt the tight asshole slowly admit him while the Besani
slathered his own dong with his saliva, ferrying it from his lips with his
hand and stroking it. Dolbert could just see the motions, though the cock
itself was now below the horizon of his chest plate.
     "Now all I need to do is...." The Besani muttered, and Dolbert felt
the hot wet dong as Besani slipped it underneath his chest plate and onto
Dolbert's stomach. There was scant room there, but it fit and the Besani
got his cock fully into place, and with his cock rubbing Dolbert's stomach
with every twitch of his hips, he began to fuck himself on Dolbert's prong.
     "Ah, ah, this armor of yours is useful indeed." the Besani moaned as
he moved. "It hold you down for me and also holds my manhood close to your
body, and so we can please each other at the same time! Ahhh, ahhh, yes, my
rescuer, my hero, my betrothed and my beloved. Marry me, and we shall do
this every night and twice during the day if you choose."
     "Ah, ah, ah!" Dolbert was too close to his own climax to discuss
anything, he began to thrust upwards at the Besani, his passion lending
strength to his body, he tired, but not before driving his body right up to
the edge, the Besani's motions completed the task as Dolbert surrendered,
lay back, and let his penis' passions rule his whole body! "Ah, ah, hah,
hah-hah-AH-HAH-HAH-AH-HAH-HAH, HAHHHHHHH, HUNNNNHHHH, GUH!" And he was
pumping his jizz up into the royal ass, a hot rushing flood of spunk that
sprayed lustily, poured upwards, ran downwards and bathed his balls in his
own come spent and cooling.
     But the heat it gave up was all the Besani needed, the Crown Prince
felt the hot assault into his bowels, his eyes opened wide, his mouth
opened wider, and he groaned and Dolbert felt hot seed jet onto his
stomach, scissored flat and wide and it soaked into his skin and into his
undertunic both, hot, sticky, plentiful and fruitful.
     Dolbert closed his eyes and let his desires hold sway, and then it was
over and he was gasping when the Besani finished his own ejaculation and
fell over to lie upon Dolbert's cold-metal chest. But the lips that sought
and found his were warm, warm!
     "And now my rescuer has received his reward." the Besani said after a
time. "If you want out of your proposal, I shall release you...if that is
what you truly want."
     Dolbert was silent a moment, and then said, "What I want most of all,
now, is to get up."
     And the Besani aided him in gaining his feet once again.
     Two days later, the two were back at the castle in front of King
Facitus. "Well, Dolbert, knight errant, it appears you have won your battle
with the dragon." The King said this without prompting by more than the
dragon's head, which Dolbert held as a grisly trophy in one hand. "You have
told me your chosen reward, and I played a poor joke upon you by accepting
it without explanation, for which I now am heartily ashamed. Tell me what
you wish, O Knight Errant, and I shall give it to you in place of my son's
hand in marriage, if I possibly can."
     "What I wish." Dolbert said, smiling at the Besani, "Is for you to
keep your word. Might I and your son have our wedding soon?"
     The King turned his eyes to his son and then back again. "Then I say
welcome, Dolbert, chosen royal consort of the Besani, and we shall make the
arrangements as expeditiously as we can."
     Dolbert smiled. Royal consort. Yes, he was a knight errant no more!

				  THE END
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