Derrick turned Maeve around so that the redhead mistress was facing her blonde serveant, Ivy in her wantonness had not moved to close her spread legs as the knight had his pleasure with the newcomer. With one hand he gripped the long red curls of Maeve's hair and firmly forced her down onto Ivy's supine body. The two rivals for his affection, or more accurately his cock, were face to face. Neither woman voiced an objection, though both squirmed uncomfortably as their bodies pressed together and two pairs of firm breasts mashed and flattened against one another. Derrick forced his hips between Maeve and Ivy's thighs. In their present vulnerable position their twin slits were a mere inch or two apart, both gaping a leaking Derrick's seed from his first use of them. Maeve's thick thatch of red maidenhair tickled Ivy's tender lips, the auburn hairs seemingly a single pubic bush shared by both women when viewed from Derrick's position.<br/><br/>Pushing his body forward to further force both lusty wenches legs apart, Derrick grasped his thick cock and guided it first to Ivy's waiting furrow. He sunk his meat into her slowly, making her sigh her passion into the face of her mistress. Five times he thrust into the wench, before pulling free and transferring his aim to the paler pink lips of Maeve that were a couple of finger breadths above. As with Ivy he unhurriedly shafted the tavern owner's wet five times. Both women writhed and gasped under his grip as he continued with this routine, shafting each in turn before transferring his attention to the other.<br/><br/>This second conquest of the two wenches, near simultaneously was slower and more thourough than the earlier treatment they had received. With his constant changing of attention the build up to their respective climaxes was far longer in duration. Before too long, such was both of the women's arousal that they were gasping and squealing their passion even when it was the other woman's sheath that was being filled rather than their own.<br/><br/>The cries of both wenches harmonised and mingled, rising in pitch as the heat and arousal reached it's zenith. Ivy reached her fulfilment scant seconds before Maeve, Derrick pulling free his slick cock as soon as he judged her to be in the throes and hammering it immediately into Maeve's quim to bring her to completion before her serveant's climax had started to subside.<br/><br/>The knight's stamina was outstanding, rolling Maeve immediately from Ivy's body he had allowed the redhead some respite while he concentrated his attention on the indentured maid. Grasping the backs of her thighs he had forced her legs up until her knees were pressed against her chest and plundered her already well used quim with great force and speed until the sounds that she was making left no doubt that she had peaked once more. He had then proceeded to mete out identical treatment to Maeve, using her forcefully with her legs thrust up with her feet pushed ceilingward in a most servile manner.<br/><br/>Eventually even the battle hardened and conditioned knight began to flag. After taking each wench for a fourth time he had laid off and rested. Maeve, after long minutes of near total exhaustion had gathered her shift and tottered on unsteady legs from the knight's room and stumbled naked back to her own bedchamber. Satisfied that he had acquitted himself admirably Derrick at last lay down to sleep next to the apparently slumbering Ivy and restore his strength for the journey back to his manor.<br/><br/>For some time the two lay beside one another until Derrick's breathing grew deep and regular as his fatigue took him to deep sleep. Ivy's eyes opened and she turned her head and studied him for some moments to assure herself that the knight was truly deep asleep.<br/><br/>The blonde serveant girl carefully extricated herself from the brawny arm that Derrick had flung across her body and slipped from the bed. She moved silently to the door and pressed her ear against it and listened. When she heard no sound to indicate that any in the tavern was still stirring she eased the door open and tiptoed back to her own room. Shortly after she returned without meeting any other guest or worker. Clutched in her hands were a slim tome and a candle that she had carved herself to resemble a man and a woman lying together naked. Lighting the candle she placed it on the dresser and flicked through the tome she held. Softly, so not to wake the knight she began to recite, the words seemingly half gibberish and and half poetry in language so archaic to be barely recognisable. Completing the words from the tome she smiled and lay her body down beside Derrick's and closed her eyes and allowed sleep to take her.