<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector entered the tent he shared with his father, when Sir Damian got peeled out of his armor. Hector was yawning heartily, feeling kind of drained of his fluids but somehow very satisfied. There was nothing going over some whore knowing her skills. Not that Hector would throw any noble woman or young girl out of his bed, if they ended in there. Both had their charms too. The noble women usually freaked out about his size and he liked to hear their panicked gasps when he entered them, while the young girls were so intimidated by his brutish looks, that they were usually just laying there with wide open eyes like saucers, praying that it may end quickly. Which only made him to teach them about the secrets of their bodies until they were so horny that they would do all for him…an offer he seldom declined and an offer the girls bewailed later, when all their holes were aching.<br/><br/>Hector was not shy to pay a whore, if she was young and beautiful and had some curvy looks. The one he had run over or better the one, who had walked up to him near the tournament grounds, was exactly that type. Just of age, dark-haired, with a deep cleavage and an ass like some brewery horse. They had disappeared into the woods and Hector had fucked the brains out of her, admittedly there wasn’t a lot to be fucked out. When his huge piece of meat had finished its destroying work in her two holes and she was only whimpering and standing their with her legs apart, Hector had already believed that he made a bargain for the one gold he had given her. But he got totally surprised when the whore had gone down on her knees, making him cum two times more with her tongue and her giant breasts. And to top it, she had wished to repeat it the next day…Hector had never met someone who was so eager to be ripped apart by his dick.<br/><br/>Now he had to start preparing for his fight, scheduled late in the afternoon. Still it would take a while to get dressed, to prepare the horse and to warm up. That was the worst part of the tournaments, the long waiting for your stint. The rest of it, the clashing in the arena and the drinking afterwards and disappearing with women in the bushes – that was all ok. Hector removed his shirt and his pants, displaying his bulky, muscular body, waiting for the servants to dress him with the linen underwear and the padding under the armor.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“There are some nice tarts out there, I must say. I have seen some young cuties whom I would like to ruffle the feathers. I guess, I should try to seduce one for tonight. Tournaments always leave me horny at night…”</span><br/><br/>Hector said to his father, but unlike at other tournaments, his father was not encouraging him this time. Quite the opposite happened, Damian stopped cleaning himself with a wet cloth and walked over to Hector.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">“Well, life changes, my son. You know that we need to make allies to keep Macchia safe from all the foes surrounding it. I had a long talk with Sir Abel Delecroix, this blasted little shit of a noble. He is willing to make an ally, an ally that would allow us to concentrate on Eastshire, maybe allow us to drag him into the conflict too. I offered him Martine as a bait, but it wasn’t enough. You’re part of the deal too. His pretty sister Ines would be yours. We have planned to sit together tonight after the fights are over and I want you to be at my side. We have to make clear that we are seriously looking for peace with them and that his sister is safe with you…even if it will be only temporary.”</span><br/><br/>Hector had known all the time that his father would try to marry him to someone fitting into his own plans. Iris Delecroix wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him. The girl was young and beautiful, a girl looking like he could subdue her to his will easily. Yes, that could be fun. But it would mean that his time of making other women happy would be soon over, which made him sad. But ok, maybe his future wife would be happy if he spent his energy elsewhere, as long as it would spare her of being humiliated every night? Who knew…Hector was looking forward to this meeting. Yes, he would be very trustworthy and charming, at least as long as the wedding night wasn’t there.</div>